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[Mar. 31st, 2005|08:58 pm] |
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look at this::
You Are 11 Years Old |
11
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
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this must b wrong...i dont act like im 11...mayb an eeny weeny bit...lol
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| to the nice girls... |
[Mar. 19th, 2005|09:25 pm] |
Ode to the Nice Girls
This rant was written because a nice girl finally snapped.
I've read the tribute to the nice guys; this is my response.
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
By Jessica Leigh Griffith |
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[Jan. 14th, 2005|06:18 pm] |
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hey all! well this is just a cute song by jesse mccartney (another cute person lol) n i dunno its really catchy n well w/e here it is::
JESSE McCARTNEY LYRICS
"Good Life"
If I were you I'd be taking it easy
Kick back and relax for a little while
We'll all still be here tomorrow
Take time just to act like a little child
No matter what the world has in store for us
You got the ring that better get off of us
Reach out for a comfortable chair
Rejoice and throw your arms in the air
[Chorus]
'Cause it's a good life so why y'all trippin'
The good life slippin' away
If you're boss is giving you pressure
Let go, take a breather in the park
You've got to find out what's your pleasure
In time you'll be singing like a lark
Pretty soon your sorry will chime for all
Somebody will heed your call
Reach out for a comfortable chair
Rejoice, throw your arms in the air
[Chorus]
Trade in some misery for some tender loving care
Cast aside those cloudy days fuses are all to bear
Make up your mind get a whole new lease on life
Reach out for a comfortable chair
Rejoice throw your hands in the air
Reach out for a comfortable chair
Rejoice throw your hands in the air
[Chorus]
XoXo |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2005|04:06 pm] |
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hey! Well from now on I'm posting most of my entries under friends so ya. Ok my friend wanted me to help her "promote" her quiz so click the link plz ::
http://quizilla.com/users/iluvcandii/quizzes/ |
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| sick.. |
[Dec. 20th, 2004|05:33 pm] |
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*sniff* I'm sick =( not nice lol. well today was pretty much boring cuz i was sick n couldnt go out n do anything. well janila just called me so i'll update later lol bye bye |
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[Dec. 16th, 2004|07:03 pm] |
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I'm getting a new cell phone!! YAY!
----- and I only have 2 more days till christmas break!!! |
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[Dec. 14th, 2004|04:39 pm] |
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hey....well so midterms start tomorrow. I have history n dance so its not that badd. Except 4 history I dunno how 2 start studying 4 that lol. There's soooo much stuff we need 2 know 4 Barnes. Dance was the christmas show n this oral presentation thingy which is the whole hip-hop thingy. ummm.....then on wednsday I have 2 take math n english..pretty confident about those.. On thursady I ahve religon( super easy) n chem which is gonna b the hardest one I have take. I'll probably fail history n chem lol. Yea then on friday another super easy 1 french. I have sooo much on my mind right now, I just hope I'm able to concentrate during the test. OHHHH n awesome news my mommy said that I can start goig 2 the movies by myself! YAYA!! So my day went pretty well. Lisset gave me a gift, a hersheys lip gloss super yummy THX!! Then i hung out w. Cathy after skool 2day 4 a while, then me n milena went 2 the math lab 2 help natie w. yup u guessed it MATH! lol. The "BuMbLeBeE" was there. Then I came home....my history book i just THERE....not even open yet....i really dont wanna study lol. I called Janila earlier but she had 2 get off the phone cuz her mom needed 2 make a long distance call. I don't think any o my other friends r home yet...yea so w/e I'll have 2 study sooner or later so byez! |
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| New Layout!! |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|01:22 pm] |
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Yeppers new layout n stuff. k that's all i wanted to say lol |
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| LaLaLa... |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|12:50 pm] |
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Hiii, Ok well today I'm really not gonna do anything..I just have to do some thingy 4 danec( look up the history of Hip Hop). Then my mom's kinda banned me frome the phone...I dunno i guess I deserve it sorta cuz I've been talking on it a lot lately :/ yea but w/e. OMG!! and I'm so happy 4 janila! she finally talked to LECHON on the phone! It's about time they've both liked each other 4 a pretty long time...I;m so happy 4 her! yaya! Ok well bak to my phone problem so yea now i can't use it for the entire weekend eventhough I'll try to stick little calls here n there hehe. My dad has also gotten mad at me lately 2....n i really dunno what I do wrong cuz I've never reaslly done anything 2 dissappoint them(my sister's the rebel lol) I guess since I'm the one that's always been th elittle "perfect" one that's what they always expect me 2 be :/. So I danced in the Christmas Show wednsday nite n thursady during skool. It was sooo much fun cuz LilDani came to the show n yea it was the coolest cuz i ahven't seen her for such a long time. She might come back next year (MIGHT). Oh yea and it was her birthday on Thursday I already told her happy bday but:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILDANI!!! LUV YA MUCHO!:D
Ok well just a little random comment: I luv my friends!!:)
P.S.umm.....so if anyone has any info on hip hop/breakdancing let me know lol |
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| Lookie! |
[Dec. 10th, 2004|10:26 pm] |
Another one of these funny little quizzes!!
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| How to make me!!! |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|10:38 pm] |
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Ohhhh look how cuterz!!
| How to make a lollipopsRyummy |
Ingredients:
5 parts pride
5 parts crazyiness
3 parts |
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of caring |
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| Hiiiii |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|10:06 pm] |
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Hiii yea so everyones getting a livejournal so i decided to get one too!! ok so this should be intresting because my problems with guys will keep everyone entertained lol. I'll stick with this as long as i can and try to update it and stuff lol. This is better than writing the same story 500 times on AIM.
Wow and I'm soooooo happy i have A's in all my classes!! even chemistry!!! yay!
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