Sunday, February 14, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Wow,
I hate being mean. I hate breaking hearts... but this guy did not get the fucking picture. It has been well over two years since I've seen this kid. It was a one weekend hit-it-&-quit-it situation. We don't even live in the same fucking state. I told him one day 'Hey, I don't want to keep talking to you. I don't have feelings for you.' about a year and a half ago. A month or two ago he starts texting me and calling me again. I IGNORE ALL THAT SHIT and he still doesn't get it. I really can't make this shit up.
Boy: do you mind if i still say "lil lady" and stuff like that.....
jw
Me: WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT TO TALK TO ME ANYMORE
Boy: cause ill always care about you...
i know you dont feel the same way
but its cool
Me: i don't want to be mean, but i really have no interest in continuing any of this and i thought i had made that clear before?
Boy: i know that..i just want to still be able to talk to you whenever..thats all. just thought we could still talk about old times a little bit
i dont ever blow your phone up or anything like that .
Me: okay, what happened was fun and all, but i don't want you to hold onto it whatsoever. which is why i dont want to talk about it
and what happened was just a fling.
Boy: ok then wont talk about it..i promise
youve got my word..all i ask is that i can talk to you every now and then..kind of like this..thats all..please
Me: i don't think i can do that. i don't even want to talk to you.
i told you. i have no interest in continuing this AT ALL.
Boy: what if i make you a deal?
just simply tell me that you love me..and youll never hear a single word from me again ..not even a peep and we can go our seperate ways..it would just make it easier for me to let go..ya know? to remember that as the last thing that you said :):) and i will never ever ever bother you again...i promise..its only a few words
Me: wow.. are you FUCKING KIDDING ME
Boy: please..then i could let you go forever..yes seriously..its only a few words to you
Me: how does that even make sense?
Boy: just let it make sense.. and i guess just tell me and ill never bother you again
Me: how about this?
i delete you from facebook.
block your number.
and not say that.
Boy: ok..... bye.
i'm sorry i can't talk to you anymore
I'm sorry, but that was fucking pathetic... Grow some balls. Thanks.
Boy: do you mind if i still say "lil lady" and stuff like that.....
jw
Me: WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT TO TALK TO ME ANYMORE
Boy: cause ill always care about you...
i know you dont feel the same way
but its cool
Me: i don't want to be mean, but i really have no interest in continuing any of this and i thought i had made that clear before?
Boy: i know that..i just want to still be able to talk to you whenever..thats all. just thought we could still talk about old times a little bit
i dont ever blow your phone up or anything like that .
Me: okay, what happened was fun and all, but i don't want you to hold onto it whatsoever. which is why i dont want to talk about it
and what happened was just a fling.
Boy: ok then wont talk about it..i promise
youve got my word..all i ask is that i can talk to you every now and then..kind of like this..thats all..please
Me: i don't think i can do that. i don't even want to talk to you.
i told you. i have no interest in continuing this AT ALL.
Boy: what if i make you a deal?
just simply tell me that you love me..and youll never hear a single word from me again ..not even a peep and we can go our seperate ways..it would just make it easier for me to let go..ya know? to remember that as the last thing that you said :):) and i will never ever ever bother you again...i promise..its only a few words
Me: wow.. are you FUCKING KIDDING ME
Boy: please..then i could let you go forever..yes seriously..its only a few words to you
Me: how does that even make sense?
Boy: just let it make sense.. and i guess just tell me and ill never bother you again
Me: how about this?
i delete you from facebook.
block your number.
and not say that.
Boy: ok..... bye.
i'm sorry i can't talk to you anymore
I'm sorry, but that was fucking pathetic... Grow some balls. Thanks.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
2009 vs. 2010.
I don't know if it was the new year, the regrets of this time last year, or just pure coincidence that brought forth the changes to my personality and overall outlook on life, but the fact still remains: the 2010 version of me is very different from the former version of myself. Let's go ahead and compare them:
2009:
2009:
- Motto(s): 'Do what you want now; Deal with the consequences later.'; 'Experience it now and then learn from regrets.'
- Pimpin all over the world.
- MAJOR player status.
- Drink and smoke. Parties, parties, parties.
- 'Take it out your pocket and show it. Then throw it like this way, that way.'
- Fuck boys. (Literally).
- Never satisfied.
- IDGAF mindset.
- Motto: 'Prevent regret.'; 'Learn from your mistakes.'
- Resolutions to add to the rule book: 1. Avoid leading people on. 2. Don't mix business and pleasure.
- Cut back. Both in drinking/smoking and in spending.
- Fuck boys. (Not literally).
- Fairly content.
- Highly contemplative, fairly analytical.
Monday, February 1, 2010
It was a Harold and Kumar kind of night.
Considering two things, 1. the fact that my sleep schedule is officially FUCKED for the next couple days and 2. last night's antics recurring in my mind, I have decided that I'd actually blog about what happened. It was definitely a Harold and Kumar kind of night. Rarely do I ever have a plan; I much rather have things happen spontaneously, because plans falling through normally leads to disappointment. Well, that's basically how the night began. There was a plan and I thought things would go as such. The plans were: 1. go to Roxy Nightclub with Grace for Erica's birthday celebration. 2. Get drunk. 3. Dance the night away with creepers that try to feel you up and think that you dancing with them means that you will make out with them. 4. Hit up iHop afterward. 5. Call it a night. Little did I know, the night would end up being more fun than my original expectations.
Well, we did indeed go to Roxy, but my drink hook-up ended up getting kicked out of the club basically right when we got there. So there was step 2 in my plan already ruined and it was just the beginning of the night. Because there was no alcohol in my system, dancing all night didn't seem like the greatest idea anymore, but between trying to have a good time and having random guys just pull me into grinding position, I ended up dancing to more than a couple songs. I was worked up for some drinking and because I refused to hit on men of age just to get drinks, Roxy was not as fun as I had expected. We ended up leaving the club around 2 am. To most leaving at 2 is usually the end of the night. To us, Roxy was just the beginning of our adventure.
After leaving Roxy, we decided that we'd follow through on step 4 of the night -- hitting up iHop. But what's the best thing to do before grabbing late night food and after a little clubbing? Gettin some green! Since none of us had any, we decided to call up our friend. So we meet up at McDonalds, because of course that is where things happen at 2am. Once met up, we had to drive to his friend's car where the green was. After driving around two neighborhoods for a good thirty minutes and wasting a ton of gas in the gas guzzler of a vehicle we were in, we find out that this guy's car was towed. At this point, we're basically fiending. We're tired of driving around-- we just want to smoke and get some food. So we say 'Fuck it', and continue on the convoy towards getting it. We get to the towing place and realize that not only is it closed, but it is completely fenced in and is guarded by a huge jungle-cat sized dog. Because of this I'm immediately thinking 'Fuck, guess we're not going to smoke. Let's just grab food and go home.' While at the towing place, what amused me was that the guy was more concerned on getting the green than getting his car back. Next thing I know, the guy is climbing under one fence, jumping over another, breaking into his car, grabbing the goods, and running back toward us when we start yelling that we saw a light turn on in the trailer of the towing place. We were all screaming 'OH SHIT, hurry up!' and GTFO of there.
So, we leave and drive into another random neighborhood and stop at another random house. At this random house is where the exchange was made. Apparently this house is the home of some guy, whom we call Python. (It really wasn't Python, but we call him that anyway.) Since our friend was planning to attend Python's party, we decide to just start packing in the car, parked in the middle of a cul-de-sac outside the house, so he could enjoy it with us. While packing, we meet a couple people from the party, all inviting us to come inside to the festivities. We thank them, but politely refuse. When finally packed, we smoke outside the car, still hanging out in the middle of the road. While smoking, a guy in a white car drives up, parks nearby, and tries to go into the party. Never did I notice how many people were standing in the driveway watching this guy try to walk up. Everything seems to be slowing down. Two guys from the party start arguing with white-car-guy. "YOU'RE NOT WELCOME AT THIS PARTY. WHY WOULD YOU COME HERE? YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE." We stand there in awe. Once again, two words from earlier in the night cross my mind: 1. Oh. 2. Shit. The argument progresses and white-car-guy walks back to his car as if he's going to leave. He gets in his car, sits there for a little bit. It looks like he's digging around his passenger seat looking for something. One of the two guys who argued with him says, "Mira, he's not leaving. Go get the shotgun." Again, those two words flash in my mind. OH. SHIT. This is my cue to leave. We hop in the car. Sit there for a second while one of my friends says "No, I wanna see this. We can't leave yet." The guy in the white car drives off. We are still sitting in the car. The two guys who were arguing with him come up to us and tell us to leave, thinking that we were with him. We convince them that we were there before he even came and that we had no idea who he was. They finally apologize for their mistake and invite us back inside. Again we say thanks, but tell them we've got to get going.
The closest iHop is another 15 minutes away. Fuck, I guess Denny's will suffice. Mid-drive to Denny's, things begin to slow down more. The high is a creeper. We all start giggling. I don't know about them, but I was feeling pretty good. We get to Denny's. I swear that our waittress could tell we weren't sober. The minutes our food took to come out seemed like hours. The guy that Grace and I were with was anxious for us to leave Denny's. Her and I spent the entire night convincing him that the three of us would have a threesome at the end of the night. Little did he know, we were just bustin' his balls. After our delicious meal at Denny's, we drive to his complex and park outside his apartment. We spend 30-45ish minutes teasing the poor kid by getting his hopes up and not letting anything happen. I feel bad for the kid, but he's not the only one who went home with blue balls. Apparently the 2010 version of me has learned a new sense of self-control. We finally get back to my house a little past 6:00 am, luckily before the sun is up. We wake up two hours later because she has to go to work. The first things we say to eachother are "Holy shit. Did that really happen?" What a night. I'm still recovering.
Well, we did indeed go to Roxy, but my drink hook-up ended up getting kicked out of the club basically right when we got there. So there was step 2 in my plan already ruined and it was just the beginning of the night. Because there was no alcohol in my system, dancing all night didn't seem like the greatest idea anymore, but between trying to have a good time and having random guys just pull me into grinding position, I ended up dancing to more than a couple songs. I was worked up for some drinking and because I refused to hit on men of age just to get drinks, Roxy was not as fun as I had expected. We ended up leaving the club around 2 am. To most leaving at 2 is usually the end of the night. To us, Roxy was just the beginning of our adventure.
After leaving Roxy, we decided that we'd follow through on step 4 of the night -- hitting up iHop. But what's the best thing to do before grabbing late night food and after a little clubbing? Gettin some green! Since none of us had any, we decided to call up our friend. So we meet up at McDonalds, because of course that is where things happen at 2am. Once met up, we had to drive to his friend's car where the green was. After driving around two neighborhoods for a good thirty minutes and wasting a ton of gas in the gas guzzler of a vehicle we were in, we find out that this guy's car was towed. At this point, we're basically fiending. We're tired of driving around-- we just want to smoke and get some food. So we say 'Fuck it', and continue on the convoy towards getting it. We get to the towing place and realize that not only is it closed, but it is completely fenced in and is guarded by a huge jungle-cat sized dog. Because of this I'm immediately thinking 'Fuck, guess we're not going to smoke. Let's just grab food and go home.' While at the towing place, what amused me was that the guy was more concerned on getting the green than getting his car back. Next thing I know, the guy is climbing under one fence, jumping over another, breaking into his car, grabbing the goods, and running back toward us when we start yelling that we saw a light turn on in the trailer of the towing place. We were all screaming 'OH SHIT, hurry up!' and GTFO of there.
So, we leave and drive into another random neighborhood and stop at another random house. At this random house is where the exchange was made. Apparently this house is the home of some guy, whom we call Python. (It really wasn't Python, but we call him that anyway.) Since our friend was planning to attend Python's party, we decide to just start packing in the car, parked in the middle of a cul-de-sac outside the house, so he could enjoy it with us. While packing, we meet a couple people from the party, all inviting us to come inside to the festivities. We thank them, but politely refuse. When finally packed, we smoke outside the car, still hanging out in the middle of the road. While smoking, a guy in a white car drives up, parks nearby, and tries to go into the party. Never did I notice how many people were standing in the driveway watching this guy try to walk up. Everything seems to be slowing down. Two guys from the party start arguing with white-car-guy. "YOU'RE NOT WELCOME AT THIS PARTY. WHY WOULD YOU COME HERE? YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE." We stand there in awe. Once again, two words from earlier in the night cross my mind: 1. Oh. 2. Shit. The argument progresses and white-car-guy walks back to his car as if he's going to leave. He gets in his car, sits there for a little bit. It looks like he's digging around his passenger seat looking for something. One of the two guys who argued with him says, "Mira, he's not leaving. Go get the shotgun." Again, those two words flash in my mind. OH. SHIT. This is my cue to leave. We hop in the car. Sit there for a second while one of my friends says "No, I wanna see this. We can't leave yet." The guy in the white car drives off. We are still sitting in the car. The two guys who were arguing with him come up to us and tell us to leave, thinking that we were with him. We convince them that we were there before he even came and that we had no idea who he was. They finally apologize for their mistake and invite us back inside. Again we say thanks, but tell them we've got to get going.
The closest iHop is another 15 minutes away. Fuck, I guess Denny's will suffice. Mid-drive to Denny's, things begin to slow down more. The high is a creeper. We all start giggling. I don't know about them, but I was feeling pretty good. We get to Denny's. I swear that our waittress could tell we weren't sober. The minutes our food took to come out seemed like hours. The guy that Grace and I were with was anxious for us to leave Denny's. Her and I spent the entire night convincing him that the three of us would have a threesome at the end of the night. Little did he know, we were just bustin' his balls. After our delicious meal at Denny's, we drive to his complex and park outside his apartment. We spend 30-45ish minutes teasing the poor kid by getting his hopes up and not letting anything happen. I feel bad for the kid, but he's not the only one who went home with blue balls. Apparently the 2010 version of me has learned a new sense of self-control. We finally get back to my house a little past 6:00 am, luckily before the sun is up. We wake up two hours later because she has to go to work. The first things we say to eachother are "Holy shit. Did that really happen?" What a night. I'm still recovering.
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