Tally ho, chums, I'm back from the watery graves of depression (sorry, been thinking about Pirates 3 far too much apparently). It's noon here and I just woke up to my mother calling me from work:
Mom: Hey, how are you?
Me: Fine, how are you?
Mom: (pause) Good. What are you doing?
Me: (pausing to ponder whether I should lie or not) Um, just woke up actually.
Mom: (sigh) CC, you need to find a second job.
Me: I know.
Mom: I mean, every day you sit around the house is a day you could be working. Get up, be aggressive. I expect a full report when I come home.
Me: (begrudgingly, rolling out of bed) yeah, yeah.
Mom: Good, love you, bye!
Eh. I feel like a bum. Which is funny because I already have a job, I just don't start it till next week. So it's not like I'm mooching off of them forever. BUT, in CC land, you need to at have two part-time jobs or 1 full time or else you'll get deported. It's also funny because I'm the one who's usually up in arms about having 2 jobs, not them. I think I've raised the bar far too high for my parents.
In other news, I talked to my best friend (the only one I could call a best friend) that I've known since 4th grade. She brought me up to date with who's gay, pregnant, a drug dealer, etc. I ended up asking her for advice about a friend:
Backstory:
My friend and I were good friends throughout high school. We had strict ass parents and neither one of us could go anywhere, so we leaned on each other for support. When we got out of high school, I suddenly had a boyfriend (Boyfriend) and as the story goes, I sort of ditched everyone I hung out with in order to be with him. Not that he was forcing me or anything, but of course when you find a new guy you're madly in love with and all of the feelings are new, blah blah blah, everyone else kind of takes a seat in the background. My friend found a new crowd to hang with at her school and we went our separate ways.
During our last winter break, I noticed that I hadn't seen her in a while, and decided to call. We hung out, but it was extremely weird (for me, at least) because we had both changed. And she wasn't all that recepetive towards me anyway. However, like my best friend mentioned above, I'm a strong believer in the whole "keeping-in-touch-forever" type of thing, and so I still called her occasionally. Eventually, after it bothered me enough, I apologized and tried to make things right. But it still wasn't there.
Present Day:
I called her and we chatted for a few minutes, both making promises to see each other before the summer was out. But I could tell she wasn't going to break her neck to hang out with me and vice versus. I felt kind of bad, because if I hadn't of ditched her for Boyfriend, maybe we still would've been as close as we were a couple of years ago. I asked my best friend about it and she told me to apologize again (I have a hard time apologizing to people, I'm a taurus, so stubborn is in my nature), and be done with it. "People change, CC" she said. "That's what growing old is all about."
I talked to Boyfriend about it as well, and he agreed. "Let it go," he said. "You can't be friends with everyone forever."
But still, after that good advice, it still bothers me. Is it because I'm that guilty? That it's hard for me to swallow that I screwed someone else over for a good time? I'd never done that before and never have after her, but that doesn't matter. The fact is the damage is done. Does that make me a bad friend? Person? Even though I'm still upset that we're not close, what's done is done and I won't try to go out of my way to be friends with her again. I guess I can chalk that up to a lesson learned.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Old School
What ever happened to good clean fun? Hmmm? I like to drink, not too big on pot, love going to the movies (kinda goes with the whole filmmaker thing), and just kicking it. But why can't that be done in a responsible manner? I never understood drinking and driving, for instance. If you know you're going to a party, and you're going to be drinking, don't drive. That's simple. I've been in way too many major accidents in my life to support the habit.
I guess I'm venting. I'm here in stupid cow land and there's nothing to do but get high or get drunk. Plus, I'm broke. I don't get a paycheck for another two weeks. Gas is high, so I can't toot around town on $20 anymore. I hate to sound like I'm in junior high, but I have no life. And the few friends that I do have here (wait...let me count....I think....2? Maybe?) are either too busy with work, boyfriends, etc. or they drink and drive. Neither sound too promising.
Whenever my mother and I fight, she'll always throw in the factor of me not having any real friends. "What's wrong with you?" she'll ask.
But we know the answer: I'm too fucking mature and responsible for the peeps my age. I've always been, since I was old enough to be old enough. I'm way too practical for my own good, which is more of a hindrance than a blessing at this point of my life.
So, I can analyze and re-analyze my situation all I want, or I can go and create a crowd for myself. Which I'm not too good at doing. The truth is, how in the hell do you find friends these days in my stats? What, hang out with an older crowd? Sounds lovely, but I'm 20, so bars won't accept me, and I'm in an area that 99.999999% white, so finding a fake I.D. is out of the question. Ugh. It's past 2 in the afternoon and I'm about to go back to sleep.
Cheers.
P.S-- I had my first Anon today. This must mean I'm coming up in the world.
I guess I'm venting. I'm here in stupid cow land and there's nothing to do but get high or get drunk. Plus, I'm broke. I don't get a paycheck for another two weeks. Gas is high, so I can't toot around town on $20 anymore. I hate to sound like I'm in junior high, but I have no life. And the few friends that I do have here (wait...let me count....I think....2? Maybe?) are either too busy with work, boyfriends, etc. or they drink and drive. Neither sound too promising.
Whenever my mother and I fight, she'll always throw in the factor of me not having any real friends. "What's wrong with you?" she'll ask.
But we know the answer: I'm too fucking mature and responsible for the peeps my age. I've always been, since I was old enough to be old enough. I'm way too practical for my own good, which is more of a hindrance than a blessing at this point of my life.
So, I can analyze and re-analyze my situation all I want, or I can go and create a crowd for myself. Which I'm not too good at doing. The truth is, how in the hell do you find friends these days in my stats? What, hang out with an older crowd? Sounds lovely, but I'm 20, so bars won't accept me, and I'm in an area that 99.999999% white, so finding a fake I.D. is out of the question. Ugh. It's past 2 in the afternoon and I'm about to go back to sleep.
Cheers.
P.S-- I had my first Anon today. This must mean I'm coming up in the world.
Monday, May 28, 2007
We're losing some characters....
Yep,
It was time to remove the Alkies and the Saved Sinners. As much as I loved them (ahem), I'm no longer dealing with them and there's no need to confuse anyone with their pictures being there. SO, as I encounter new people, I'll keep updating mug shots so that y'all can have a visual. Because that's just the type of person I am.
On another note,
Boyfriend will be heading out later on this morning (it's 2 am my time). We had pretty good good-bye sex and an awesome cuddling session, along with a few tears, pictures for Facebook, etc. He keeps promising to send for me within the next month, so we'll see.
It was time to remove the Alkies and the Saved Sinners. As much as I loved them (ahem), I'm no longer dealing with them and there's no need to confuse anyone with their pictures being there. SO, as I encounter new people, I'll keep updating mug shots so that y'all can have a visual. Because that's just the type of person I am.
On another note,
Boyfriend will be heading out later on this morning (it's 2 am my time). We had pretty good good-bye sex and an awesome cuddling session, along with a few tears, pictures for Facebook, etc. He keeps promising to send for me within the next month, so we'll see.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Parental PDA
I love my parents. I really do. And I hope to God one day that I have the type of marriage they have. They've been married for 22 years and are very happy. And they're both young (they had me when they were 22 and got married when they were 20). So often, they're full of touches, rubs, kisses and yo momma jokes.
Parent Joke of the day (and they make these all the time and frequently):
I'm looking for a can of beans in the kitchen pantry and I call out to my dad who's in the living room with my mom.
Me: Dad, are you sure you saw Bush? (as in Bush beans...you know, the one with the talking dog in their commercial)
Dad: No, I thought I saw Bush, but.....I haven't saw any bush in a while.
Me (still thinking that he was talking about beans): You haven't seen any Bush in a while?
Dad: Nope, I definitely haven't seen any bush in a while....
Mom (slapping my dad upside the head): I heard you the first time!!!
Sigh. This is why I'm warped.
Parent Joke of the day (and they make these all the time and frequently):
I'm looking for a can of beans in the kitchen pantry and I call out to my dad who's in the living room with my mom.
Me: Dad, are you sure you saw Bush? (as in Bush beans...you know, the one with the talking dog in their commercial)
Dad: No, I thought I saw Bush, but.....I haven't saw any bush in a while.
Me (still thinking that he was talking about beans): You haven't seen any Bush in a while?
Dad: Nope, I definitely haven't seen any bush in a while....
Mom (slapping my dad upside the head): I heard you the first time!!!
Sigh. This is why I'm warped.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Sex, love and money
Ahhh!!! Readers, I'm refreshed! And in a surprisingly good mood (which is rare for a Saturday morning of which I awoke to the phone ringing, and my mother barging into my room instructing me to make breakfast for my little brother....bother, bother...)! I smell a backstory coming on:
I know in the last post I might have sounded bitchy(er than usual) about Boyfriend, but you must understand: He comes from a well off family. He's always had what he wanted, and he's always known that financially he could rely on his 'rents to up any money he might be short of. Last December, he decided he hated his job of about 4 years too much and quit. Just like that. It was during break and so he went back to school, where he never works during the school year. His parents give him the money he needs, as long as he abides by their rules. Keep in mind Boyfriend is 22 years old and a senior in college. Ahem.
Anywho, he hasn't had a job since. He came back during one of our school breaks ( I can't remember which one) and we both were broke so we couldn't do anything but hang out on my parent's couch (I'm not welcomed in his home). And when we did go out, we would always go dutch. Hey, I'm a modern woman, I can dig paying my way every now and then. But all of the freakin time?! Hell, I might as well go by myself....
He still didn't see a problem with the fact that he was dead broke. His excuse, "(whine) But I'm in school!" So? I'm 20 years old, I've got bills, credit, work in the school year and hold down two jobs during the summer. So yes, when we go out to a movie or to dinner (I'm always telling him to go somewhere cheap and he always insists on going to somewhere a little too expensive for college students), I expect him to foot the bill. What the hell else is he spending his money on?
After a big fight about his lack of wining and dining, I stopped complaining. I figured we were in a long distance relationship, and when we did see each other, we would just sit on our parents couch. To be completely honest, I was becoming bored. And I'm sure the thoughts of breaking up entered both of our minds on more than one occasion.
Back to the present day:
Yesterday, Boyfriend arrived. I was happy he made it but wasn't too excited, because I figured all we were going to do was sit on my parents couch and make out. Maybe. I wasn't really in a giving mood. I went to the mall to settle some shit with my job (another post) and Boyfriend ended up calling me, suggesting that we go see a movie, his treat. I was floored. He, the one who has limited funds until he starts his new job, was willing to treat me to a movie?
He was tired (he'd only had two hours of sleep) and I wanted to go home and get ready, so we decided to meet up later. I made it home, and within 15 minutes Boyfriend was calling.
"Hey", I answered, folding laundry.
"Hey, you wanna go ahead, get tickets to the movie early and walk around the mall?"
"Sure, "I said, looking down at my damp shirt (it has been hot here, not that nice, pleasant type of hot, that smothering type of hot, and I have leather seats in my car). "Um, when are you coming? I'm kind of folding laundry."
He ignored me. "Ready or not, here I come." Mind you, he sounded incredibly tired, and this made him sound incredibly sexy. I don't know...maybe it was because I was now warming up to the idea of our first date since......well, it had been a really long time. And, even though he was jet lag, he was attempting to hang out with me. I guess he figured he'd better get out whilst his parents were tired before they unload a million things for him to do to take up his time.
We left for the movies, Pirates of the Caribbean 3, and had to stand in line for about 15 minutes. The shows were packed. I've never seen so many teeny-boppers at the movies before! During the movie, they kept clapping during the sappy parts. Gah. Afterwards, my knee was killing me (yet another post), so he piggy backed me from the movie theater to the car, which was alllllll the way in the back of the parking lot. I thought that was sweet. I think we were both in an affectionate mood after the show, because we kept showering each other in kisses and what not.
Finally, we made it back to my house. Now, my parents live in a townhouse, which used to be a nice, quiet area. It's out in the boonies, meaning not a lot of people live out where we do. However, in the last six months, some "questionable" characters have moved in by the droves, and now new restrictions have been placed on the laundry room, fitness center, etc. Usually, during the warm weather months, Boyfriend and I would either have sex in the living room downstairs while my 'rents watch t.v. in their room upstairs, or we would grab a blanket, and sneak into the garage. We could only do this because there wasn't a lot of activity at night (i.e. cars driving by with their brights on).
Yesterday was a different story. We pulled into our parking lot, parked and proceeded to make out. Much to my chagrin, cars were still whizzing by, much to frequently for us to have a quickie in the car. And then, to our shock, we saw a patrol car drive through the parking lot slowly, as if he was.....patrolling!
"Since when did cops start being in this area?" Boyfriend asked, annoyed. We ended up going back to my house, and knocked boots before he had to go. Hmm. I think it had been a little too long since I had some. Maybe that's why I was in such a good mood this morning.
Anyway, I'm off to work (maybe I'll tell you about that tomorrow)!
I know in the last post I might have sounded bitchy(er than usual) about Boyfriend, but you must understand: He comes from a well off family. He's always had what he wanted, and he's always known that financially he could rely on his 'rents to up any money he might be short of. Last December, he decided he hated his job of about 4 years too much and quit. Just like that. It was during break and so he went back to school, where he never works during the school year. His parents give him the money he needs, as long as he abides by their rules. Keep in mind Boyfriend is 22 years old and a senior in college. Ahem.
Anywho, he hasn't had a job since. He came back during one of our school breaks ( I can't remember which one) and we both were broke so we couldn't do anything but hang out on my parent's couch (I'm not welcomed in his home). And when we did go out, we would always go dutch. Hey, I'm a modern woman, I can dig paying my way every now and then. But all of the freakin time?! Hell, I might as well go by myself....
He still didn't see a problem with the fact that he was dead broke. His excuse, "(whine) But I'm in school!" So? I'm 20 years old, I've got bills, credit, work in the school year and hold down two jobs during the summer. So yes, when we go out to a movie or to dinner (I'm always telling him to go somewhere cheap and he always insists on going to somewhere a little too expensive for college students), I expect him to foot the bill. What the hell else is he spending his money on?
After a big fight about his lack of wining and dining, I stopped complaining. I figured we were in a long distance relationship, and when we did see each other, we would just sit on our parents couch. To be completely honest, I was becoming bored. And I'm sure the thoughts of breaking up entered both of our minds on more than one occasion.
Back to the present day:
Yesterday, Boyfriend arrived. I was happy he made it but wasn't too excited, because I figured all we were going to do was sit on my parents couch and make out. Maybe. I wasn't really in a giving mood. I went to the mall to settle some shit with my job (another post) and Boyfriend ended up calling me, suggesting that we go see a movie, his treat. I was floored. He, the one who has limited funds until he starts his new job, was willing to treat me to a movie?
He was tired (he'd only had two hours of sleep) and I wanted to go home and get ready, so we decided to meet up later. I made it home, and within 15 minutes Boyfriend was calling.
"Hey", I answered, folding laundry.
"Hey, you wanna go ahead, get tickets to the movie early and walk around the mall?"
"Sure, "I said, looking down at my damp shirt (it has been hot here, not that nice, pleasant type of hot, that smothering type of hot, and I have leather seats in my car). "Um, when are you coming? I'm kind of folding laundry."
He ignored me. "Ready or not, here I come." Mind you, he sounded incredibly tired, and this made him sound incredibly sexy. I don't know...maybe it was because I was now warming up to the idea of our first date since......well, it had been a really long time. And, even though he was jet lag, he was attempting to hang out with me. I guess he figured he'd better get out whilst his parents were tired before they unload a million things for him to do to take up his time.
We left for the movies, Pirates of the Caribbean 3, and had to stand in line for about 15 minutes. The shows were packed. I've never seen so many teeny-boppers at the movies before! During the movie, they kept clapping during the sappy parts. Gah. Afterwards, my knee was killing me (yet another post), so he piggy backed me from the movie theater to the car, which was alllllll the way in the back of the parking lot. I thought that was sweet. I think we were both in an affectionate mood after the show, because we kept showering each other in kisses and what not.
Finally, we made it back to my house. Now, my parents live in a townhouse, which used to be a nice, quiet area. It's out in the boonies, meaning not a lot of people live out where we do. However, in the last six months, some "questionable" characters have moved in by the droves, and now new restrictions have been placed on the laundry room, fitness center, etc. Usually, during the warm weather months, Boyfriend and I would either have sex in the living room downstairs while my 'rents watch t.v. in their room upstairs, or we would grab a blanket, and sneak into the garage. We could only do this because there wasn't a lot of activity at night (i.e. cars driving by with their brights on).
Yesterday was a different story. We pulled into our parking lot, parked and proceeded to make out. Much to my chagrin, cars were still whizzing by, much to frequently for us to have a quickie in the car. And then, to our shock, we saw a patrol car drive through the parking lot slowly, as if he was.....patrolling!
"Since when did cops start being in this area?" Boyfriend asked, annoyed. We ended up going back to my house, and knocked boots before he had to go. Hmm. I think it had been a little too long since I had some. Maybe that's why I was in such a good mood this morning.
Anyway, I'm off to work (maybe I'll tell you about that tomorrow)!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Summer Days...
I've been a horrible blogger. You can each issue me 10 lashes at your convenience, I will bend over and not complain! Truth is, I've been extremely busy for the last two weeks (I know, I know, no excuse) and then, SICK!! But, alas, after two days of being heavily drugged, having x-rays taken and multiple visits to the doctor, I'm well enough to type.
Updates:
1) I finished school and now I'm back at home where the cows roam. There's nothing worse than busy other than being bored. Everything shuts down at 9 pm, and the alcohol well here is very, very, dry. Sigh.
2) Boyfriend has finally taken strides to getting a job! After he realized that a) I was dead serious about not coming to see him until he bought my ticket (which meant that he would actually have to have money) and b) figured out that summer school with no friends and little family would be boring, he buckled down and pulled a job at a drugstore. So, now we're waiting for him to actually work and get paid. But, his dragon sister is graduating from high school this weekend, and he'll be in town for a few days. I'll let you know how that goes (trust me, I'm sure his parents will put up a fight when he tries to duck out and see me, and that always leads to drama!).
3) On a lighter note, my now ex-roommate PG has gotten fat! I know, that's mean, but you must understand how superficial these girls are. They're the type you see in the local cafeteria eyeballing everyone else walking by with a plate as they suck down ice water and munch on a baby plate of lettuce. So, imagine my amusement as I watched PG's ass spread like butter over the last couple of weeks during the semester! Ah well, that's what smoking, booze binging, lack of exercise, and being a total bitch will do to you!
4) As far as my makeover journey goes....well, let's just say I modified it a bit. Yes, I'm still trying to be conscious of my personal appearance ( I actually try to match now) and I've taken to putting on make up more often (partly because I'm job hunting and I don't want to scare anyone with my hair....I'm hoping the makeup with make up for any culture shocks anyone has when they see my afro or twists or puffs). But I refuse to give up any of my old t-shirts (okay, I threw away a couple...), some of my baggy jeans, etc. If someone has a problem with it, they can kiss my ass!
Ahem.
No need to draw this entry out, just wanted to let you know I'm still here, so
Peace,
CC
Updates:
1) I finished school and now I'm back at home where the cows roam. There's nothing worse than busy other than being bored. Everything shuts down at 9 pm, and the alcohol well here is very, very, dry. Sigh.
2) Boyfriend has finally taken strides to getting a job! After he realized that a) I was dead serious about not coming to see him until he bought my ticket (which meant that he would actually have to have money) and b) figured out that summer school with no friends and little family would be boring, he buckled down and pulled a job at a drugstore. So, now we're waiting for him to actually work and get paid. But, his dragon sister is graduating from high school this weekend, and he'll be in town for a few days. I'll let you know how that goes (trust me, I'm sure his parents will put up a fight when he tries to duck out and see me, and that always leads to drama!).
3) On a lighter note, my now ex-roommate PG has gotten fat! I know, that's mean, but you must understand how superficial these girls are. They're the type you see in the local cafeteria eyeballing everyone else walking by with a plate as they suck down ice water and munch on a baby plate of lettuce. So, imagine my amusement as I watched PG's ass spread like butter over the last couple of weeks during the semester! Ah well, that's what smoking, booze binging, lack of exercise, and being a total bitch will do to you!
4) As far as my makeover journey goes....well, let's just say I modified it a bit. Yes, I'm still trying to be conscious of my personal appearance ( I actually try to match now) and I've taken to putting on make up more often (partly because I'm job hunting and I don't want to scare anyone with my hair....I'm hoping the makeup with make up for any culture shocks anyone has when they see my afro or twists or puffs). But I refuse to give up any of my old t-shirts (okay, I threw away a couple...), some of my baggy jeans, etc. If someone has a problem with it, they can kiss my ass!
Ahem.
No need to draw this entry out, just wanted to let you know I'm still here, so
Peace,
CC
Friday, May 11, 2007
The tomboy...
So,
I'm almost done with finals, which mean...drum roll please....more frequent posts! Yaayyyyy!!! I've missed my readers! :( Nothing much has been going on that's blog worthy because, alas, I've been running back and forth on about 4 hours of sleep for the last week trying to get through my tests.
But, I need advice:
Today, I began watching One Tree Hill today with Bible Thumper and Instigator, and it was surprisingly good. So good that we watched one full season and are almost done with another. I don't think I'm hooked or anything, but it was something to do outside of being stuck in my room with my Spanish book in my face. However, when I called Boyfriend to tell him what we were doing, he laughed.
"Wow," he said, "I didn't think you were the type to watch One Tree Hill..."
"What's wrong with watching that?" I asked, befuddled.
"Nothing," he said, still chuckling. "But, One Tree Hill's so....girly girly..."
"And?"
"And....you're not....all girly girly....you're the type to watch an action flick or something..."
Readers, the killing part is that it's true! I am the perfect hardened tom-boy. I mean, I don't get physical with guys or anything, but I was never considered pretty or popular enough in high school to get a date so I was always "one of the guys". I was the outspoken, loud, opinionated, hardcore girl (I don't need anyone! was, and still is, my favorite personal saying, right along with Fuck 'em!) that never had her hair perfect (or done, for that matter), nails were always looking like...well, like I was working in construction, clothes always loose-fitting, shoes always scuffed...the list goes on and on. But I didn't care. Being feminine seemed like too much work for me and besides, who was I trying to impress? None of the guys liked me even remotely.
But, I would like to at least try to be a little more feminine. I mean, I'm older and I still have the same 2 skirts I owned three years ago in my wardrobe. Nothing more, nothing less. My manager at my summer job (clothing boutique) had to pick out an outfit for a date with Boyfriend last summer because I have no fashion sense (honestly....my favorite shirt in high school was a loose-fitting plaid button down shirt....), my nails are rarely manicured....or clean for that matter...I would just like to look more presentable. But I don't know how, actually. I mean, dressing up for one day is great, but how do you maintain that?
I asked Boyfriend if he would like a more feminine me, and he hesitantly replied that would be great, but he would still love me no matter what. What do you think?
I'm almost done with finals, which mean...drum roll please....more frequent posts! Yaayyyyy!!! I've missed my readers! :( Nothing much has been going on that's blog worthy because, alas, I've been running back and forth on about 4 hours of sleep for the last week trying to get through my tests.
But, I need advice:
Today, I began watching One Tree Hill today with Bible Thumper and Instigator, and it was surprisingly good. So good that we watched one full season and are almost done with another. I don't think I'm hooked or anything, but it was something to do outside of being stuck in my room with my Spanish book in my face. However, when I called Boyfriend to tell him what we were doing, he laughed.
"Wow," he said, "I didn't think you were the type to watch One Tree Hill..."
"What's wrong with watching that?" I asked, befuddled.
"Nothing," he said, still chuckling. "But, One Tree Hill's so....girly girly..."
"And?"
"And....you're not....all girly girly....you're the type to watch an action flick or something..."
Readers, the killing part is that it's true! I am the perfect hardened tom-boy. I mean, I don't get physical with guys or anything, but I was never considered pretty or popular enough in high school to get a date so I was always "one of the guys". I was the outspoken, loud, opinionated, hardcore girl (I don't need anyone! was, and still is, my favorite personal saying, right along with Fuck 'em!) that never had her hair perfect (or done, for that matter), nails were always looking like...well, like I was working in construction, clothes always loose-fitting, shoes always scuffed...the list goes on and on. But I didn't care. Being feminine seemed like too much work for me and besides, who was I trying to impress? None of the guys liked me even remotely.
But, I would like to at least try to be a little more feminine. I mean, I'm older and I still have the same 2 skirts I owned three years ago in my wardrobe. Nothing more, nothing less. My manager at my summer job (clothing boutique) had to pick out an outfit for a date with Boyfriend last summer because I have no fashion sense (honestly....my favorite shirt in high school was a loose-fitting plaid button down shirt....), my nails are rarely manicured....or clean for that matter...I would just like to look more presentable. But I don't know how, actually. I mean, dressing up for one day is great, but how do you maintain that?
I asked Boyfriend if he would like a more feminine me, and he hesitantly replied that would be great, but he would still love me no matter what. What do you think?
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Thinking.....
Bah humbug. Boyfriend and I just had a fight. Sort of.
Time for another round of back history:
Boyfriend's family hates me. Point blank. There's no sugar coating it with them, and in return, I often express my dislike of them to Boyfriend. Earlier in our relationship, I noticed that Boyfriend didn't have any pictures of me on his Myspace page. I mean none. I swear, if you took the time to read his page then all the way at the bottom you'd see the small text that says "In a relationship". But who does that anymore? And the question is why wouldn't he have any pics? Answer: His little sister. When I was first added as a friend, I was his #1 friend. Apparently this caused a ruckus in his household as his sister demanded that she become his #1. How juvenile, right? No prob, he changes us around. All I asked was that he add pictures. But he refused to do so. His excuse was, "Well, babe, we don't have any good pictures together." Uh-huh.
After our last spring break, we took tons of pictures. I made sure of it. I had a point to prove. And guess what? Even after loading all of these pictures on his Facebook account (yeah, we're on both) he still didn't add any of us on Myspace. It's like he's fucking scared of his little sister! I continued to mention it, and he continued to blow it off. The kicker is that I have tons of pictures of him on both Facebook and Myspace. There is no doubt we're dating. And on top of all of this, he's going through this hanging up phase, where if he doesn't like something I'm saying, he'll just click! Bastard.
Back to the present:
Tonight we were on the phone and I said:
"Boyfriend, why don't you put a picture of us up on Facebook?"
"Why?"
"Because everyone has a picture of the significant other."
{sigh} "Okay, I'll put one up."
Readers, I pounced all over his ass.
"So, wait a minute, you'll put one up on Facebook but you won't put any pictures of me up on Myspace? What, are you scared of your sister?"
{silence} "No....."
"Boyfriend, this is what I'm going to do." (Readers, now I'm calm, with a smile in my voice) "I'm going to remove all the pictures of us from Myspace so you won't have to worry about it."
{silence again}
"Hello?"
"Yeah, I see you're in a pissy mood."
"No, I'm not." We change the subject and start talking about something else. It's clear he doesn't me seriously (again). A little later on, he asks, "What are you doing?"
I'm humming. "Oh, I'm just deleting those pictures like I said I would."
"Why?!" he yells.
"Because, I told you that if you can't have any pic--"
Readers, I didn't get a chance to finish because he hung up. You know what? That was 3 hours ago, and I haven't called him back. I'm sick of him. He can call me if he when he grows the hell up.
xoxo,
CC
P.S--Finals suck.
Time for another round of back history:
Boyfriend's family hates me. Point blank. There's no sugar coating it with them, and in return, I often express my dislike of them to Boyfriend. Earlier in our relationship, I noticed that Boyfriend didn't have any pictures of me on his Myspace page. I mean none. I swear, if you took the time to read his page then all the way at the bottom you'd see the small text that says "In a relationship". But who does that anymore? And the question is why wouldn't he have any pics? Answer: His little sister. When I was first added as a friend, I was his #1 friend. Apparently this caused a ruckus in his household as his sister demanded that she become his #1. How juvenile, right? No prob, he changes us around. All I asked was that he add pictures. But he refused to do so. His excuse was, "Well, babe, we don't have any good pictures together." Uh-huh.
After our last spring break, we took tons of pictures. I made sure of it. I had a point to prove. And guess what? Even after loading all of these pictures on his Facebook account (yeah, we're on both) he still didn't add any of us on Myspace. It's like he's fucking scared of his little sister! I continued to mention it, and he continued to blow it off. The kicker is that I have tons of pictures of him on both Facebook and Myspace. There is no doubt we're dating. And on top of all of this, he's going through this hanging up phase, where if he doesn't like something I'm saying, he'll just click! Bastard.
Back to the present:
Tonight we were on the phone and I said:
"Boyfriend, why don't you put a picture of us up on Facebook?"
"Why?"
"Because everyone has a picture of the significant other."
{sigh} "Okay, I'll put one up."
Readers, I pounced all over his ass.
"So, wait a minute, you'll put one up on Facebook but you won't put any pictures of me up on Myspace? What, are you scared of your sister?"
{silence} "No....."
{silence again}
"Hello?"
"Yeah, I see you're in a pissy mood."
"No, I'm not." We change the subject and start talking about something else. It's clear he doesn't me seriously (again). A little later on, he asks, "What are you doing?"
I'm humming. "Oh, I'm just deleting those pictures like I said I would."
"Why?!" he yells.
"Because, I told you that if you can't have any pic--"
Readers, I didn't get a chance to finish because he hung up. You know what? That was 3 hours ago, and I haven't called him back. I'm sick of him. He can call me if he when he grows the hell up.
xoxo,
CC
P.S--Finals suck.
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