what would you do if you fell in love with some guy you met in europe? you had coffee and a croissant with him in paris, explored palaces with him in vienna, held his hand in front of fountains in rome. then he tells you that you fell for someone that you think he is, but he can't be that person for you. what would you do?
Wow, that one is pretty tough, I had to think about this one for a bit. I honestly would be distraught in falling for someone who led me to believe that they were who they said they were. Obviously, it’d take two to partake and the guy would have to have some serious issues in leading me on or even dragging out a lie, but there is such a thing as a person with multiple personalities so, yeah. I think I would still give that guy a chance (love is powerful, if you put it like that), as hurt as I would be, there could be a chance to redeem himself. And plus, those are all things we expect out of a person, there is more to a relationship than the awe-gushing factors, such as the ones you listed.
Now, I know not very many of you will read this, nor will you do what I ask, but, amongst my procrastination and bittersweet boredom, something in my ask box will surely put a smile on my face. So, leave anything you would like, anything is preferred.
It’s really funny how this guy keeps trying to get me to hook up with him. Odd story, really. I used to think this guy was super hot back in the 8th grade when I went to my now highschool’s Battle of the Bands, he was from another school and performed there anyways. Me and my friend wanted so badly to talk to him and when he stood next to me, I fangirled like crazy. I added him on facebook a few years ago and we made some small talk. Two years later he hits me up about rating his picture for modeling, sure, no problem, right? Then, he just started sending vulgar pictures and wants to get together…really? Is this how low people get? I’ve never even spoken to the dude in person. This is funny, yet terrible. Why do I always get myself into these situations? Grody.
It’s so cold! Went to work today, pretty slow which allowed me to read through my new book I’m reading: Mortified. Afterwards, I met up with Maithe at the mall for a bit, had some real talk with her and caught up—it was great, I really did miss her. Now I’m in my warm house, looking out the window at this pretty site (although there isn’t much snow), I’m just yearning for winter and Christmastime now that I think about it. I love the Holiday spirit and the Christimas feel good vibes, I used to think that about Fall but I guess I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to make myself some tea, paint/draw for a bit, attempt to make this chickpea salad, then work on my scholarship essay. I’m so content right now.
I posted a Facebook status a few days ago that it would snow, not very many people believed me. Look at it now b****** it’s precipitating that white stuff! Pretty crazy weather phenomena that Virginia is experiencing—first snowfall in October, now that’s a site. Well, I hope I don’t have work, so I can drink some hot cocoa, watch a few lifetime movies, and perhaps start/finish my AP Psych work and scholarship essay. This kind of weather needs a cuddle buddy, whose down?
Had an amazing night with Hana and Danny. Went to coffee house and laughed our asses off at Hana’s house afterwards—I love my friends. I’m terribly cold, time to get dressed into warm clothes and hop into bed, i’m so exhausted from all that laughing. Work in the morning. Snow, perhaps?
Wow. I’m pretty impressed, I just now finished my AP US History work—a total of nine pages of typed work (reading questions, quiz corrections, debate material) all finished before midnight. Considering I stayed up til 4 AM last night, this is pretty nice, odd how I’m running on three hours of sleep, but I feel like the energizer bunny. Now, I just have to study a bit for the chemistry test I missed (protons and neutrons my ass) and work on one worksheet then I shall meet again with my long lost lover—slumber.
Quick update: Things have been the same old, minus school work eating me up (it’s the only thing I can blog about nowadays). People have come and gone in my life, some have found significant others, and then there are the newcomers who seem to keep my on my feet with their whimsical personalities (*ahem*). I have a lot ahead of me, but for now I’m just taking it day by day. I feel that school is most important to me right now, all the other things can just wait because my academics are top priority—well, so is my health..speaking of, I didn’t hit the gym today due to all my work that needed to be done, but I’m thinking I might go tomorrow, that is, if Danny and I don’t hang. It’s just so hard not being able to drive and go to the gym when I want (with work conflicting). Anywho, keeping my chin up is what I’m doing. Yup.
Why is that my makeup looks flawless and I always choose the best outfits on the weekend (when hardly anyone sees me) as oppose to the weekday during school when I look like an utter mess (and everyone can see me)? WHYYYY?
I was asked to check this guy’s photo out because he wanted to get into modeling (granted, he was in his boxer briefs), and without even asking, he gave me specifics on his friend Harry’s dimensions—things just got really awkward, how lovely.
So, after putting my number out there for complete strangers to text me (I befriended five of them who live throughout the US, cool stuff.) I met one person who is oddly on the same page with me for lots of things—views on life, taste in music, etc. Granted, we have dissimilar thoughts on a few things, for the most part I met someone up to par on my intellect level and its rather refreshing to talk to someone who can make me think and speak my mind against certain issues. I am going off our conversations strictly, because this person doesn’t own a social networking site (which in my opinion is pretty interesting given this technological hype.) He’s one cool kid, and hopefully we keep this friendship—even if its roughly 3000 miles apart.
Later on that night he left her house and took the midnight train heading to the nearest city. A phone call was made hours later, and she picked up responding that even that was not enough. Anxiously restless and exhausted the man took the rest of the week off thinking about what had happened…
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it is lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”—John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society. (via mister-selfdestruct)