Greatest story ever told

title-6116029

Thu, 14 May 2009 18:00:56 +0200

The birds are chirping, skies are clear, sun shining. But I miss wearing my variety of hats and scarves.

I work for Apple now. It is nice. Everyone listens to good music.

Going forward. It is weird.

title-4943197

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 05:23:22 +0100

I got sacked from my job this past week. Spent the whole day listening to them tell me it was nothing personal and just how truly sorry they were.

Complete lies of course, as only 5 of us were let go, and those remaining were there due to underlining politics.

I'm not one for small talk.

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title-4266148

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 02:13:27 +0200

Went to Maryland this past weekend. Chesapeake Bay is beautiful.Despite the Maryland hype, I have never eaten a crab cake or crab in general, nor do I desire to.

Dyed my hair, full of summer. Life is odd.

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title-4210087

Fri, 23 May 2008 05:24:09 +0200

Remaining options of 2008

1. Go to the West to visit old uni friend who enjoys gossiping behind my back.

2. Attempt to make sense of online college courses, and empty out all my bank savings.

3. Continue drowning out reality, through an ever growing fascination of listening to indie musical artists.

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title-4145944

Thu, 08 May 2008 04:04:00 +0200

I take it back, apparently many do still currently update the universe with personal details of their lives.

And also, apparently I am a "yawnfest" Very amusing.

Brace yourself for more boredom.

1. I have absolutely no idea whom I will vote for this upcoming election. Maybe I will not vote... (Of course I will, but I enjoy such obnoxious statements, because all my elders will scold me).

Hilary is a liar. Obama is an inexperienced newbie. McCain is married to an extremely young woman for his age (I cannot seem to shake that creepy old man vibe from him).

I love when people try and convert you to their political beliefs. I especially love it because I am one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet, but I love hearing opinions (though I often shut them down). Mind you, I make these statements, yet I do know what all these politicians stand for, and I am considering them all. I just like to stir up.

2. Some sort of strange metamorphis takes place once you turn 20, and people often feel the need to express their views to you. I am certain I have a sign above my head which reads "Go on, tell me what you think of me".

3. Queen. Queen.Queen.Queen.It is all about Queen. Greatest hits cd.

4. You're attractive, and you should know it. I hope you feel awkward now.

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title-4145913

Thu, 08 May 2008 03:38:03 +0200

Does any person ever write, or excuse me, "blog" about their life these days?

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Damn

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 05:55:16 +0200

No I will not respond to your greetings, as you rush off in a hurry.

Why is everyone constantly in a rush? Yes, the world will truly END if you do not meet your idiot deadlines and appointments.

A Tale:

There once was a woman who loved a man. He would act very pleasant and cheerful all the time, yet not have any real meaningful conversations of depth with her. Apparently a smile and a standard rushed greeting was sufficient to his taste. The woman decided to blatantly disregard the man, and ignore his existence.

The end.

I'm screwed...I still believe in the classic old time standard roles of men and women. Women (such as I) should be able to live in bliss, as men go to all measures to prove their love for them. It is a brilliant concept...and highly naive I suppose.

Your loss.

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title-2803551

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 22:02:48 +0200

Oh, look at you blog.co.uk, looking sharp with the new layout...

Today I turned 22, hoorah (but not really). Everyone tells me I am officially old and its all downhill from here on.

Oh well, it has been a rather nice day regardless. And now i'm off to ignore this blog for the next couple months

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title-2574205

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 20:19:14 +0200

Yes. It is Independence Day. Why is part of me mildly humored that half the cookouts will be drenched within the hour?

My new job is demanding in a different aspect. Though this week was claimed to be off for the holiday, I find myself going to the office several times and will likewise be there tomorrow bright and early.

Right.
the latest:

1. My nephew is quite the character. He will be 5 months tomorrow.

2. Township police have been in big brother mode as of late, and I despise this.

3. You don't like someone, you don't have to pretend to be their friend. Bluntness over hypocrisy any day.

4. I will be 22 next month. The end is near.

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title-2430201

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 02:18:10 +0200

Alas, much to my joy...

Cambridge, here I come.

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Dear dear Miss L

Fri, 11 May 2007 21:52:56 +0200

In the early hours of this Friday morning, my boss gave me the task of accompanying her to a charity event...

which was to be held at my old school.

Needless to say, I was not too thrilled to return there. A few teachers approached me and reminisced with me about the old days. But the best part of my morning was having my old wicked math teacher give me a speech.

I must provide a background for this. The woman majored in math, but had no teacher qualifications whatsoever, and thus it very much showed in her teaching style. For a whole year I had her as an awful teacher, and quite often joined the band of others who thought of new inventive pranks to play on her. Wonderful use of time, yes I know.

Anyways, on the day of my graduation, which was 4 years ago, she gave me a speech as I was leaving, and told me about how she once had the same hopes I had, same outlook as me, and she was excited for her future. BUT dreams don't always come true, and you don't always get what you want, so sometimes it is best to get over yourself.

This is the speech she gave me as I left. And of course, I looked at her as if she was absolutely mad. Perhaps one of the most unmotivational speeches of my life,ha.

Anyways, so she approached me today, and asked what had become of me these years. And of course, I smirked and told her of that which had become of me, that which I hope to do, and how times are often rough, but that should never stop you from pursuing that which you desire. I then reminded her of the speech she gave me, and how happy I was that I never let go of my pursuits. And yes, that shut her up a great deal.

All of this lengthy post to say...I love the fact that no matter how many people try to kick you down, you ultimately can always go forward. It is extremely cliche to say,but very true, and if I would have listened to all the critics before...I would wind up as a 41 year old math teacher who delights in harsh realism.

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Good night

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 02:16:21 +0200

The older you get, the less you give a damn.

It is brilliant

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Get on

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 22:38:11 +0200

Good lord...

This poor blog has been abandoned for quite some time now. Ah but alas, I make my not so triumphant return.

I'm no longer in the UK.
The december night I left was odd. At 4 AM, my indian taxi driver preceded to give me reason upon reason that I should stay and not leave. I found this rather strange, being that I met the man only 10 minutes prior to his boldness of opinion. I suppose he was not used to having a cheery American sitting in his taxi, gladly listening to the stories of his life.

Upon arrival at the station, two uni students asked me for a cig.Upon hearing my quiet non-northern tone, they preceded with more questions, until suddenly one blurted out "UGH! An American?!", and quickly gave me a distasteful look. Yes, I absolutely adore those.

Yet rather than walk away, they questioned me more about why I was in their country, and I was gladly obliged to respond. Amusing enough, they started the conversation telling me that "my people" (aka fat lazy obnoxious loud yankees) should stay on their own side of the country, and ENDED the conversation by asking me to stay and giving me "permission" to be one of the americans in their country.

I laughed at the irony. Every Brit I had come to know over my past year and a half, wanted me to stay. It was the Americans that I did not fit in with, and who chose to not offer the internship. Very strange indeed.

Now i'm back in the endless depths of the east coast.

Luckily, two of my good mates will be paying a visit this summer, and next week I plan to buy my plane ticket back for a stay once again in the Lakes and also Cambridge.

Regardless, that will not be until January, so I am here working once again, living the mundane life.

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Back soon

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 03:02:49 +0200

Two weeks until my return to England.

Very strange how quickly time flew by...

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Mummie Dearest

Wed, 12 Jul 2006 07:34:56 +0200

2 AM, yes! for roughly over a month now, my insomnia has continued full force yea,no clue why.

Today was...hmm..um,eventful? not in the slightest. My mother and I got in a massive shout match this evening, and it was a storm readily brewing. My mother is dreadfully moody,and known for her ridiculous outburts of annoyance and nagging. Growing up, even at a young age, I became accustomed to her moods, and had a healthy knowledge to stay clear of her when she was going off.

Now that i'm older? I refuse to put up with that crap, and pretend it is normal. Today she was angry at me because I told her just how ridiculous she was being this week. She (yelling) told me that she was not in a bad mood, and it was just the way I perceived things...."okay",you can chose to believe whatever the hell you want, but don't think for one second that your moody behavior will bring me down or poison me with your negativity. It is truly God's grace that I wound up the way I did...normal and calm tempered, yet can defend when need so.

It becomes an annual event whenever I return home...a big fight, me saying things that I kept inside for years...my mum feeling stupid for being so incredibly selfish...and we go on in our civil yet non close relationship. Haha oh how I love my dear dysfunctional life..I love the fact that I know great things are ahead of me, despite how ridiculous my family life can be.

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Absolutely Daft

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 05:58:55 +0200

My brain is pure chaos these past few days, as I get ready for the upcoming months. After my last semester, I intend to go to Scotland for some time. Not exactly sure how everything will fall into place, but I do have a flat and mate available, and all the other details should run smoothly…but who knows what should happen. Haven’t a clue much about Scotland, other than what my mind acquired from dating a Scotsman for 6 months. A very violent Scotsman at best… but that’s not to type a whole nation. I do enjoy their humor, and always wind up in the midst of friendly banter.

In other news, I’ve been wildly selfish lately, and have adopted the, “If you do not desire to see through with your plans with me, then screw you” attitude." class="middle" border="0"> If there’s one thing I truly despise, it is these damn flighty people who somehow appear in my life. I choose those I claim friends sparingly. Dependability is a rare commodity these days, and I sure as hell am not willing to sit around and wait for it. Maybe that is why my trust factor for others is obnoxiously low…yet somehow I am constantly surrounded by various acquaintances.

Hmmm,I need a shot…lots of shots…yes,and a pale dark haired man for kicks. Ha, I’m off to work out.

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Is there any truth to this?

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 23:22:32 +0200

Being that the only really close guy friends I have in my life pretty much act like girls themselves, i'm not sure if any of these sayings actually hold truth.

51 Things Most Girls Don't Know About Guys

1. Guys hate sluts.

2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.

3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.

4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.

5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.

6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.

7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-
how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.

8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.

9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.

10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.

11. Guys get jealous easily.

12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.

13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.

14. Guys are good flatterers when flirting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.

16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.

17. Guys are very open about themselves.

18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.

19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.

20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.

21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.

22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

23. Guys will brag about anything.

24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.

25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.

26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.

27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.

28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.

29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.

30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.

31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.

32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.

33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.

34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.

35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.

36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."

37. Guys don't really have final decisions.

38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.

39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.

40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.

41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.

42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.

43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.

45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.

46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.

47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.

48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.

49. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it

50. Not all guys are bad. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.

Well???

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Function in dysfunction

Sat, 01 Jul 2006 01:57:37 +0200

I can proudly announce without inhabition:

My sister is going to have her first baby.

Which means....I'm going to be an aunt!

I must say i'm ridiculously happy, even though my sister and I are a far cry from close or bonding. I love children,and being a first time aunt to me is thrilling. Especially since I never had a good aunt,or any relative for that matter. All of my aunts were pretty much alcoholics or belonged in some institution of sorts,so here is my chance to change a bit of all the family dysfunction

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Introduction

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 21:12:42 +0200

Well well, this is definitely a definitive beginning to a new chapter in my life.

With a xanga which is solely written and carefully edited for the entertainment of others, I noticed a lack of truth in any kept journal. Yet with age comes a glorious transformation of mind, and I have no desire to see any of that wasted. Apathy begins to grow more the older I become, and it can be a mixed blessing in such occasions as this. Here is my life, and all readers can come as they please, but be warned that I am incredibly truth, often mocking, yet love great wit.

Which brings me to my first subject: Summertime. I've come to the conclusion that at the end of every month of May, I am filled with the hopes that maybe each years summer will be greater and out due the last one. This, as i've come to realize, is complete ignorance on my part. Summertime= sun,extreme heat, junior high children infesting the malls, neurotic drivers, and oh yes, rita's ices. I've learned that the following things are my true joy in summer: The ability to wear flip flops and get away with it, the freedom to wear tank tops daily, ritas shakes (which I still have YET to get), and summer beach festivals. Hmmm,that is really about all.

As for the rest of the year, I would gladly enjoy to be cooped up in the local borders of England, or Europe for that matter. After going to school there for almost a year and a half, it is daily a strange realization to be back for a summer break in America. I'm probably the most out of place American within the vacinity of my coast. Europe represents the sort of life I desire, not the outlandish foolishness of half the people surrounding my american heritage.

Moments such as today, are particularly aching on my heart, as I wish to be back in the UK during the world cup for football. Now of course, Germany would be a lovely place to be at times such as this, but I have a surefire sense that all my dear English folk are brewing with pride and support for their team right now.

Yet facts remain, I am the outcast American, who has traveled outside of this shallow sphere. Everything happens for a reason, and I am here on break for some unknown reason to me.

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