Blonde, Boys, & Bullshit

Carrying baggage from past relationships is never an excuse for poor, unkind, or jealous behavior in your current one.

Sat, 23 Oct 2010 08:24:43 +0000

Like I said in my last post, I need to keep writing on this more often. It is a good stress reliever. But did I do that once over the summer? Nope. Quick update. I had a summer romance, it was going swell even into the school year where it was a pseudo long distance relationship, but then it crumbled before my eyes, and like usual, ended just.like.that.
I am in college still, taking classes I love, but one that is hard as you-know-what, and is basically eating me alive.
I am single and hating it because everywhere I look there is a happy couple, or a song, etc. etc. that just makes me ache for that significant other who can cuddle with me at night and text me sweet things.
I am still addicted to Facebook, and I have 2 loves of my life currently: The Script and Grey’s Anatomy.
Since I am still in college, I am living in an apartment really close to campus that, unfortunately (but fortunately in reality) doesn’t allow pets. If they did I would probably have a dog right now, but the good part about not being allowed a dog is the fact that I am in school full time and wouldn’t give it proper attention and training
Other than that it’s late and I have sleep to catch up on.
Tally-ho.

Hate is just a word for somebody you love but no longer believe in.

Tue, 06 Apr 2010 03:01:06 +0000

Dear World Wide Web who doesn’t give a fuck:

I am so sick of school and being single – but country music is helping me get over that. Currently I am jamming out to Little Big Town radio on Pandora.com (one of the most amazing things ever if you have never heard of it) Facebooking, StumblingUpon random websites that crack me up, and writing you. I SHOULD be doing my chemistry lab, but fuck that shit! I also am mentally kicking myself because I bought a jar of Nutella the other day and guess who has been slowly snacking on it every day since? Yes, ME! And I can just feel the pounds coming on. I really need to go workout or something…at least eat a salad or some thing…
I am counting down the days until school gets out so I can just go home, sleep, sunbathe, hang out with friends, and enjoy not being in school (though, technically I will be in school because I will be taking an EMT class, but that is actually going to be fun so I don’t consider it school.) I also cannot wait for boys. I don’t know why I keep thinking that summer will bring me good fortune in the future but for some reason that is what I am just craving. Sure, I am going back home where the guy who most recently broke my heart lives, and I will probably see him a few times (hopefully just from a distance though…who knows what the hell would happen if it were more) but there is this OTHER guy who I have sort of been texting this year and he seems sort of interested. Sort of…I can’t tell if he is really interested or not, so I guess this summer I will find out…and if not him then hopefully there is some gorgeous stud in my EMT class.

I have started watching this new show (it’s not new to the world, but new to me) called Rescue Me, and it’s about a fire department in New York and I am looooving it! There is a little bit of everything in it..and actually once I finish my chem and take a shower I will watch another episode and hit the hay…but yeah. I need to start writing on this blog some more….get my fricking emotions out.

It’s time to nut up or shut up.

Embrace Life

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 02:22:33 +0000

I found this video from the PSA about wearing a seat belt, and it is chill worthy.

http://www.thrfeed.com/2010/02/surprising-buckle-up-psa-video.html

Screw.You. (as IF it were that easy)

Mon, 25 Jan 2010 23:34:05 +0000

I have had my fair share of boy troubles, and I am not even 20 years old. I cried yesterday. For the fucking guy who broke my heart in AUGUST. That was almost SIX MONTHS AGO. Sure, I have seen him since then and talked to him several times, but does that matter? Not one single bit. Does it matter that I wrote him a four page letter explaining my feelings and why I thought and acted the way I did? No. Was I trying to make the whole situation his fault? No. Was I trying to let him understand what was going on through my head? Yes. Did he try and turn it on me and make it my fault? Yes. Does that make me hate him? No. But I should. I really really REALLY wish I did. But I don’t. And it pisses me off. Yesterday I drove by a sign to a town. And that made me cry. Yes. A stupid interstate sign. But there has to be a reason, right? There always is. On my birthday, this guy took a picture of the sunrise, as he was driving through that town, and sent it to me, telling me happy birthday, and that the sunrise was almost as beautiful as me. Fuck that shit right there. OBVIOUSLY that was a lie. Obviously. Anyway, that was when I was believing that everything was going to be alright, and good things would happen, and who knew what the future held. Little did I know that the future would hold a horrible story. But I’m not going to write about that, I already tried that, and it didn’t help me get over him one single bit. I don’t think about him as much as I used to (I’m sure you believe me, seeing as I am writing about him and how I cried about him yesterday) but it is still pretty bad. I think I need to find a new guy. One that I can think about constantly, and think good things about, and wish for good things, and expect good things, etc etc etc. But that probably won’t happen anytime soon…I just am not the type of girl guys flock to, I don’t know why either. But I also am not putting myself out there, searching for a guy, so it is partially my fault…but I lean towards the old fashioned way of things. The guy makes the move. Mainly because I am the biggest chicken in the universe. Anywho. I have shit to get done. I hope the Colts win the SuperBowl, but I wouldn’t be pissed if the Saints won either peace mo fo’s.

Sup Mo Fo’s

Sat, 16 Jan 2010 05:31:35 +0000

I’m A. I am a college student and I need a place to rant about my life. I can’t talk to my best friends because I am always telling the same story, and I am sure they are sick of it, AND they all have great boyfriends and I just happen to be the best person to tell everything to. I am not complaining though, because I love hearing about what’s going on in their lives, but I am sick of hearing how happy they are and blah blah blah when I don’t have anything to tell them either. So my job is to sit and listen and pretend that I love hearing about all the great things that happen to them, when in reality I want to scream. I am sick of all the happiness when I don’t have a part of it. AND to make things worse? I am stuck on the same guy who has moved on shamelessly from me, and I cannot seem to get over it. And it pisses me off.

Anyway, a little about me. I love music. Love it. I think that if it were a person I would want to marry it. But I can’t so I also love to watch movies and travel, read (reading is cool in my “book” so suck it foo), I am addicted to Facebook, and I make a kick ass deep dish apple pie. I am a champ when it comes to Texas Hold Em and I love shooting guns. I want lots of toys when I “grow up” (no, not sex toys perv) for example, my dream car? 2009 Camaro. I want a big ass truck, a dirt bike, a motorcycle, a 4-wheeler, I love paintballing, and I kickbox. I plan on cussing a lot on this little blog of mine, and I plan on discussing a lot of my own drama as well as others (celebrity and local).

See ya, and if you have any interest in this blog at all, a comment once and a while would be nice (I am not begging) so I know that I am at least not just sending random information into the World Wide Web who doesn’t give a shit.