I miss you every day we're apart. I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I look around, something reminds me of you. I was watching tv and I saw someone whose smile was so similar to you, I got swept away by memories of us, of me making that smile appear on your face. I don't want this to be happening, not yet, not now, not while I'm so busy with other things. With someone else.
I'm so sorry I hurt you the way I did. I don't know what I was thinking. I couldn't have been thinking, or I would never have done it. What we feel is too intense to just end it like this. I'm so grateful you took the time to spend with me the other day. I'm so glad you decided we couldn't just be friends, despite what I'd done.
You are my reason for looking forward to a new day. I always associated getting up with a text from you, every morning. I miss that. I hope that even after all that's happened, you can do it again. Everything is so much better when I'm with you.
When something happens in my life, I compare it to how it would have happened if you had been there. When a song we both enjoy comes on the radio, I get the urge to sing along and dance. This hasn't happened before. Your pleasure in things like that has infected me, but I never want that to change.
I truly hope that some day I can be yours and nobody else's. Even if it doesn't last forever... I know it will be worth it. I look forward to every moment I can spend in your arms, to every moment I can spend near you. Even if you will never read this... I want you to know. Maybe some day I'll get the courage to tell you what you mean to me.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Handy stuff...
Here's a blog post I've come across with all sorts of keyboard shortcuts for several different programs. Worth taking a gander at.
Productivity Ninja: 101 Ways to Rock the Keyboard
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Memories...
For some reason I've suddenly been reminded of a memory from a few years back. It happened in my old Jetta, back when I was still in high school. It was grade 12, a couple of months after I'd been going out with my boyfriend.
After (or during, can't remember) one of our crazy make-out sessions behind the theatre (which is now closed, and that parking spot has a house on it), he said the L-word. I can remember my reaction... Shock. What do I do? What do I say? I settled for just kissing him again. This was back when I was still a virgin, and I can't help but think that was one of those major points in life, where each path would have taken me somewhere different.
Eventually I did tell him I loved him, some time later on. What would've happened if I hadn't? Would I be here right now, or would I have reverted back to my old self, gone back to friends who thought holding hands to be next nearest thing to a grave sin?
I suppose there's not much point wondering, that happened in the past, and there's no way to go back and change it. I don't think I even loved him when I told him I did, it was more of an infatuation than anything. Since then, I have come to love him, although now I'm wondering if I still do. How could I do the things I have and still truly love him? I wish I knew the answer. Then I could figure out what I should do with this messed up life of mine.
After (or during, can't remember) one of our crazy make-out sessions behind the theatre (which is now closed, and that parking spot has a house on it), he said the L-word. I can remember my reaction... Shock. What do I do? What do I say? I settled for just kissing him again. This was back when I was still a virgin, and I can't help but think that was one of those major points in life, where each path would have taken me somewhere different.
Eventually I did tell him I loved him, some time later on. What would've happened if I hadn't? Would I be here right now, or would I have reverted back to my old self, gone back to friends who thought holding hands to be next nearest thing to a grave sin?
I suppose there's not much point wondering, that happened in the past, and there's no way to go back and change it. I don't think I even loved him when I told him I did, it was more of an infatuation than anything. Since then, I have come to love him, although now I'm wondering if I still do. How could I do the things I have and still truly love him? I wish I knew the answer. Then I could figure out what I should do with this messed up life of mine.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Sorry...
I'm sorry for the length of my previous post... but I just couldn't stop writing. 1579 words (eep!), and that's only that short because my bf has told me to come to bed. anyways, you won't hurt my feelings by not reading it, but it's interesting....
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sexuality & You....
Today's been a little weird for me. I suspect it's just the hormones being all crazy, as usual, but it's got me thinking about things. An article I came across online got me inspired to make a post for today that was actually mine, and not just a reference to some other site I'd come across. It got me thinking about sexuality in us crazy beings called humans.
I understand it's necessary for the continuation of the human race, and that everyone is a little different. I am just amazed at the differences in opinions that there are. Some people flaunt their sexuality, vying for supremacy in the vast arena of life. Others believe that it is something terribly wrong, to be buried deep inside and never spoken of, or, better yet, killed for the monster it supposedly is. Is it simply a matter of raising, of environment? Or is it just the way that each human is, varied the same as, say, looks or intelligence?
Personally, I believe that it is a combination of environment and individuality. True, if you are raised in a household that is open to sexuality, you will be much more likely to be open about it in return, but not always.
On this side of the world, we find ourselves part of a continent which was mostly settled by puritans, those interested in keeping sexuality a taboo subject. In reality, this is just going against nature. Sure, our civilizations set us apart from the animals, but to hide something which is so greatly a part of us, well that is simply ridiculous. If it weren't for the sexuality which so many are desperate to hide, there would be no "us". Humans simply wouldn't exist. It's an integral part of us as a whole.
Why, then, do so many of us refuse to acknowledge it, instead of embracing it as we aught? I understand that we can't run around with all our naughty bits hanging out, fornicating left and right, but we're human, the majority of us are above that, i should hope. But still, so many problems, marital and otherwise, would be nonexistent if we were just more open to our own sexuality, if we felt comfortable discussing it with others.
The internet makes this easier, in some ways. It is much simpler to discuss concerns and questions with someone whose face you cannot see, whose voice you can't hear. It's easier to just surf around, and find websites which have content to answer your questions, than it is to talk to parents, spouses, or friends. Since the age of the internet, the acceptability of one's sexuality has certainly become easier. You can find people whose thoughts are along the same lines as yours, who share your opinions, your concerns, and questions. You can find that you're not the only one that thinks a certain way.
I certainly have evolved since I first came face to face with my sexuality. I was raised in a household that did not discuss such things. When I was 13, my mother left, I suppose if she had any words of wisdom to impart to me, she didn't get the chance, as I chose to remain with my father. My father grew up in an age where such things weren't talked about. I suspect that he learned much of what he did well past the age I did. They left the schools to tell me about sexual education. I don't understand all those parents who are up in arms against sex ed in schools. It's a great idea.
Without it, I would have been left to fend for myself, to learn everything on my own. I would have, sure, but it's much easier to have someone explain it all for you, especially if your own parents are unable to tell you, for whatever reasons. I will admit, I was rather embarrassed to be learning such things, but fascinated as well. I've always been interested to learn new things, no matter what they are. With sexuality it was no different.
However, it took me some time to come to terms with my own sexuality. In fact, it was years from "the talk" that I actually became interested in myself. I suppose some way through high school was when I first began to get a taste of what I'd end up like now. I noticed certain males, but the mere sight of them was not enough to actually turn me on, not as I describe that feeling now. It was more books that did it for me, not movies, I have always had troubles relating with characters on screen, but on paper, they can often be as real to me as anyone in my life.
Come grade 12, my hormones had settled into the crazy pattern they are in to this day, and although I still really didn't understand sexuality, my body certainly did. The onset of this was surely triggered by my boyfriend, for whatever reasons. Since he was really my first sexual experience, and since I had been rather sheltered until that point, my own body and hormones were more or less in control, my normal rigid control over myself rather scattered. With his help, I realized what I was missing, realized the pleasure one human being could give another.
I still didn't really understand my own sexuality, but, thanks to him, I was on the road to it. At first, I was rather timid, having spent much of my last few years hearing about how evil sex was before marriage, etc., but soon I found that I could not hold myself back. I became accepting of the fact that I was no longer the person I was, and that I could not go back to that way of life. I had seen the other side, and it was beautiful to me. With that, I began to explore myself.
I would think about my thoughts and feelings on things, and experiment on my boyfriend, allowing him to explore in return. I discovered that I loved sex. Not just the act of it, but the rush of feeling which accompanies it. I loved the fulfillment I got out of it, of being able to let myself go wherever it took me. Of course, this was stalled when he decided he didn't want it as often as I did. I tend to be a bit insatiable, whereas he is content with once or twice a week at most. This hurt me, but, in hindsight, it opened doors for me. Last year his reluctance finally pushed me over the edge.
Those of you who have loyally followed my blog will know what I'm talking about. There was that first indiscretion. That first time I cheated, although I hate to put a word with so much stigma to it. I prefer to look at it as the time when I finally began to search for the inner me, when I finally started to come to terms with me as a sexual person. Since then, everything has slowly come together for me. I finally understand why I do what I do, even if I'm not always proud of it.
After I started college, I spent more time on the internet, reading about this and that, but a lot about sex. I realized that wanting to learn more wasn't that unusual. I learned as much as I could about everything I was interested in, being typical me, wanting to know it all. I talked with others, made friends with whom I could talk to without fear of being rejected. In my case, these people were mostly male, I suppose I have a brain patterned after your "typical" male more than that of a female brain.
Through all of this, I came to term with myself. I realized that if I didn't address my needs, my physical needs, that there would be consequences, that I'd do stupid things that I'd regret later on. Sure, it took a couple of mistakes, and a lot of reading, but I have finally come to terms with myself. I realize that although I could be the perfect, faithful girlfriend, I would be miserable. I need the variety, the attention, which I can sometimes only get from another male, someone not my boyfriend.
This hurts me, and would certainly hurt him so much if he were to know the truth, but I can't do much about it. If I did, well, I'd be even less happy about myself than I am now. At least I can accept my sexuality, where so many cannot. I can be honest with myself, as much as any human being can be.
I know this has been a very long read, but I hope you've found it worth it. Does it answer much? Well, not really, but the intent is to more get you to think, than it is to tell you anything. In truth, I find those are the best things to read. Those things that make your brain work, and keep you thinking about them long after you've finished reading them. I hope this has encouraged you to think about your own sexuality, and to encourage you to come to terms with your sexuality, as I have managed to do. I don't recommend taking my path, but rather, forge your own. Everyone is different, and everyone must discover themselves on their own.
I understand it's necessary for the continuation of the human race, and that everyone is a little different. I am just amazed at the differences in opinions that there are. Some people flaunt their sexuality, vying for supremacy in the vast arena of life. Others believe that it is something terribly wrong, to be buried deep inside and never spoken of, or, better yet, killed for the monster it supposedly is. Is it simply a matter of raising, of environment? Or is it just the way that each human is, varied the same as, say, looks or intelligence?
Personally, I believe that it is a combination of environment and individuality. True, if you are raised in a household that is open to sexuality, you will be much more likely to be open about it in return, but not always.
On this side of the world, we find ourselves part of a continent which was mostly settled by puritans, those interested in keeping sexuality a taboo subject. In reality, this is just going against nature. Sure, our civilizations set us apart from the animals, but to hide something which is so greatly a part of us, well that is simply ridiculous. If it weren't for the sexuality which so many are desperate to hide, there would be no "us". Humans simply wouldn't exist. It's an integral part of us as a whole.
Why, then, do so many of us refuse to acknowledge it, instead of embracing it as we aught? I understand that we can't run around with all our naughty bits hanging out, fornicating left and right, but we're human, the majority of us are above that, i should hope. But still, so many problems, marital and otherwise, would be nonexistent if we were just more open to our own sexuality, if we felt comfortable discussing it with others.
The internet makes this easier, in some ways. It is much simpler to discuss concerns and questions with someone whose face you cannot see, whose voice you can't hear. It's easier to just surf around, and find websites which have content to answer your questions, than it is to talk to parents, spouses, or friends. Since the age of the internet, the acceptability of one's sexuality has certainly become easier. You can find people whose thoughts are along the same lines as yours, who share your opinions, your concerns, and questions. You can find that you're not the only one that thinks a certain way.
I certainly have evolved since I first came face to face with my sexuality. I was raised in a household that did not discuss such things. When I was 13, my mother left, I suppose if she had any words of wisdom to impart to me, she didn't get the chance, as I chose to remain with my father. My father grew up in an age where such things weren't talked about. I suspect that he learned much of what he did well past the age I did. They left the schools to tell me about sexual education. I don't understand all those parents who are up in arms against sex ed in schools. It's a great idea.
Without it, I would have been left to fend for myself, to learn everything on my own. I would have, sure, but it's much easier to have someone explain it all for you, especially if your own parents are unable to tell you, for whatever reasons. I will admit, I was rather embarrassed to be learning such things, but fascinated as well. I've always been interested to learn new things, no matter what they are. With sexuality it was no different.
However, it took me some time to come to terms with my own sexuality. In fact, it was years from "the talk" that I actually became interested in myself. I suppose some way through high school was when I first began to get a taste of what I'd end up like now. I noticed certain males, but the mere sight of them was not enough to actually turn me on, not as I describe that feeling now. It was more books that did it for me, not movies, I have always had troubles relating with characters on screen, but on paper, they can often be as real to me as anyone in my life.
Come grade 12, my hormones had settled into the crazy pattern they are in to this day, and although I still really didn't understand sexuality, my body certainly did. The onset of this was surely triggered by my boyfriend, for whatever reasons. Since he was really my first sexual experience, and since I had been rather sheltered until that point, my own body and hormones were more or less in control, my normal rigid control over myself rather scattered. With his help, I realized what I was missing, realized the pleasure one human being could give another.
I still didn't really understand my own sexuality, but, thanks to him, I was on the road to it. At first, I was rather timid, having spent much of my last few years hearing about how evil sex was before marriage, etc., but soon I found that I could not hold myself back. I became accepting of the fact that I was no longer the person I was, and that I could not go back to that way of life. I had seen the other side, and it was beautiful to me. With that, I began to explore myself.
I would think about my thoughts and feelings on things, and experiment on my boyfriend, allowing him to explore in return. I discovered that I loved sex. Not just the act of it, but the rush of feeling which accompanies it. I loved the fulfillment I got out of it, of being able to let myself go wherever it took me. Of course, this was stalled when he decided he didn't want it as often as I did. I tend to be a bit insatiable, whereas he is content with once or twice a week at most. This hurt me, but, in hindsight, it opened doors for me. Last year his reluctance finally pushed me over the edge.
Those of you who have loyally followed my blog will know what I'm talking about. There was that first indiscretion. That first time I cheated, although I hate to put a word with so much stigma to it. I prefer to look at it as the time when I finally began to search for the inner me, when I finally started to come to terms with me as a sexual person. Since then, everything has slowly come together for me. I finally understand why I do what I do, even if I'm not always proud of it.
After I started college, I spent more time on the internet, reading about this and that, but a lot about sex. I realized that wanting to learn more wasn't that unusual. I learned as much as I could about everything I was interested in, being typical me, wanting to know it all. I talked with others, made friends with whom I could talk to without fear of being rejected. In my case, these people were mostly male, I suppose I have a brain patterned after your "typical" male more than that of a female brain.
Through all of this, I came to term with myself. I realized that if I didn't address my needs, my physical needs, that there would be consequences, that I'd do stupid things that I'd regret later on. Sure, it took a couple of mistakes, and a lot of reading, but I have finally come to terms with myself. I realize that although I could be the perfect, faithful girlfriend, I would be miserable. I need the variety, the attention, which I can sometimes only get from another male, someone not my boyfriend.
This hurts me, and would certainly hurt him so much if he were to know the truth, but I can't do much about it. If I did, well, I'd be even less happy about myself than I am now. At least I can accept my sexuality, where so many cannot. I can be honest with myself, as much as any human being can be.
I know this has been a very long read, but I hope you've found it worth it. Does it answer much? Well, not really, but the intent is to more get you to think, than it is to tell you anything. In truth, I find those are the best things to read. Those things that make your brain work, and keep you thinking about them long after you've finished reading them. I hope this has encouraged you to think about your own sexuality, and to encourage you to come to terms with your sexuality, as I have managed to do. I don't recommend taking my path, but rather, forge your own. Everyone is different, and everyone must discover themselves on their own.
Keys to a happy geek employee...
Is it really obvious that I've been doing a lot of Stumbling lately? Probably. Anyways, another little gem I've Stumbled upon which is so true...
A Note To Employers: 8 Things Intelligent People, Geeks and Nerds Need To Work Happily
Seriously, give me a workplace that addresses all those 8 areas, and I'll work for you. Forever.
Something for the guys...
Guys... Take the time to go through this blog. Seriously. This guy has a lot of good points. He knows too much...
Just Keep the Change
Just Keep the Change
Monday, November 26, 2007
I know...
I've been missing for ages. It's ok, I'm back now. For a while at least. I've settled in at my dad's, attempted to get a job, and all that fun. I've brought my computer with me, set up my own little network with the two computers. Need to find some game or other that we can play on the LAN, not sure what that will be yet. Maybe Company of Heroes.
That, by the way, is a great game. I'm tempted to stop writing this and play it instead. Seriously, it is that good. They've done some major work on it, with the latest patch, they've completely changed it. New version of it too. Going to have to buy that the moment I get the chance.
Now, you're probably wondering exactly what I've been up to. Well, I'm afraid that I've been rather busy. In fact, to write it all would take longer than I'm feeling like writing, and would be longer than you'd want to read. Let's just say I've been up to no good, as per usual, and leave it at that. Maybe later on I'll mention a few things, but for now, I have dinner and a game calling my name...
That, by the way, is a great game. I'm tempted to stop writing this and play it instead. Seriously, it is that good. They've done some major work on it, with the latest patch, they've completely changed it. New version of it too. Going to have to buy that the moment I get the chance.
Now, you're probably wondering exactly what I've been up to. Well, I'm afraid that I've been rather busy. In fact, to write it all would take longer than I'm feeling like writing, and would be longer than you'd want to read. Let's just say I've been up to no good, as per usual, and leave it at that. Maybe later on I'll mention a few things, but for now, I have dinner and a game calling my name...
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Random bit of knowledge I came across...
----The word "fuck" is actually an acronym. It dates back to the Good Old Days,
when England was severely underpopulated due to the usual combination
of fire/war/plague, and the King issued an official order to... well, fuck, to
replenish the population. Hence the phrase "Fornicate Under Command
of the King" passed into everyday language.
Who knew? Now every time I hear that word, I'll think about this. Lovely.
----The word "fuck" is actually an acronym. It dates back to the Good Old Days,
when England was severely underpopulated due to the usual combination
of fire/war/plague, and the King issued an official order to... well, fuck, to
replenish the population. Hence the phrase "Fornicate Under Command
of the King" passed into everyday language.
Who knew? Now every time I hear that word, I'll think about this. Lovely.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Your Birthdate: May 23 |
 You're good at so much - you never know what to do. Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long. You are destined for a life of travel and fun. Your strength: Your likeability Your weakness: You never feel satisfied Your power color: Bright yellow Your power symbol: Asterisk Your power month: May |
| Your Personality Is Like Marijuana |
 You're laid back and easy going, so much so that taking a shower is often too much trouble for you! Nevertheless, you're quite popular, and many people enjoy your company. You're rarely turned down. You're prone to giggle fits, paranoia, and forgetting where you are exactly. |
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Attempt Number Two...
Well, yesterday I tried to put a post up. Didn't work so well. Every time I tried, my internets died. I gave up, figured I'd do it later. So here it goes.
(Yay tab is working today!) So turns out the bf was given the wrong date. We don't have to get him to school until the fourth of September. Another good thing, the landlady has allowed us to keep our apartment on a monthly basis, so no more leases for us! Michelle said it would be fine for us to stay there for the time that Pete is going to school, but that we were to check with her boyfriend first. Well, even if he says no, it is my name on the contract, and it is my half of a security deposit, so if push comes to shove, we'll have a place regardless. I doubt it will come to that, though.
Life, on the whole, isn't going too terribly. Didn't get to hang with Sam the other weekend, but my best friend and I had a lot of fun that night. Sam was wanting to live with me again. I'm gonna feel it out, see if she's truly become more responsible, or if she's still as bad as she used to be. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stay on in the city after Pete finishes his schooling, as long as I can make it home on weekends or something.
I've managed to get a little internet time in here and there, and I happened to stumble upon this article located here. Take a look. Are you capable of joining the ranks of the elite few true ninjas?
Just a sub note, FoxyTunes (a nifty Firefox add-on) has added this little thing where i can show what I'm listening to... I'll be giving it a try. Maybe remember to do it every time, maybe not.
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Now playing: AC--DC - Hard As A Rock
via FoxyTunes
(Yay tab is working today!) So turns out the bf was given the wrong date. We don't have to get him to school until the fourth of September. Another good thing, the landlady has allowed us to keep our apartment on a monthly basis, so no more leases for us! Michelle said it would be fine for us to stay there for the time that Pete is going to school, but that we were to check with her boyfriend first. Well, even if he says no, it is my name on the contract, and it is my half of a security deposit, so if push comes to shove, we'll have a place regardless. I doubt it will come to that, though.
Life, on the whole, isn't going too terribly. Didn't get to hang with Sam the other weekend, but my best friend and I had a lot of fun that night. Sam was wanting to live with me again. I'm gonna feel it out, see if she's truly become more responsible, or if she's still as bad as she used to be. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stay on in the city after Pete finishes his schooling, as long as I can make it home on weekends or something.
I've managed to get a little internet time in here and there, and I happened to stumble upon this article located here. Take a look. Are you capable of joining the ranks of the elite few true ninjas?
Just a sub note, FoxyTunes (a nifty Firefox add-on) has added this little thing where i can show what I'm listening to... I'll be giving it a try. Maybe remember to do it every time, maybe not.
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Now playing: AC--DC - Hard As A Rock
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
It's Coming....
No, I'm not talking about some freaky porn movie. September. It's almost here. My lease on my apartment runs out at the end of this month, so I've got very little time to get outta there, as my bf uses my car to get to work every day, and I'm stranded here. I get weekends free, but that only leaves two weekends to be out. That's a lot to do in four days. Oh, and my bf has gotten into a course, but it starts on the 27th of this month, and he doesn't have a place to stay yet. It's going to be interesting to say the least.
Last weekend my best friend and I went into the city, supposedly to get some packing done, but we ended up hanging out with Derek at work for a couple of hours instead. Oops. It was fun though. She's only out for another week, but this weekend we're supposed to be going into the city again, and hang out with Sam. Turns out Sam is going to a tattoo school in MI, her classes start next month, so this will be the last opportunity to go out and have fun till who knows when.
In any case, life sounds like it's going to be interesting for the next little while. I have to find an apartment or place to stay for my boyfriend, or he'll end up staying in his truck or something, and I have a lot of moving to do. Oh well. I'll update you when I get around to it. Until then, have fun without me.
Last weekend my best friend and I went into the city, supposedly to get some packing done, but we ended up hanging out with Derek at work for a couple of hours instead. Oops. It was fun though. She's only out for another week, but this weekend we're supposed to be going into the city again, and hang out with Sam. Turns out Sam is going to a tattoo school in MI, her classes start next month, so this will be the last opportunity to go out and have fun till who knows when.
In any case, life sounds like it's going to be interesting for the next little while. I have to find an apartment or place to stay for my boyfriend, or he'll end up staying in his truck or something, and I have a lot of moving to do. Oh well. I'll update you when I get around to it. Until then, have fun without me.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Update...
Well I guess I'll put in a post for the month of July. Dad's high speed connection got hooked up, but I haven't been there to use it. I've been out enjoying the nice weather (or at least all that we've been enjoying). Unfortunately, for the past two days it's been rainy and miserable, so I've been sulking inside. Been to the library, and took out a bunch of books. Have taken to reading out in the sun, so I'm getting a fair tan, but now I've run out of books. Considering going in to get more. Nothing better to do with my time.
I'd love to give you all something interesting to read, but when I'm in reading mode, I'm completely uninspired when it comes to writing. Also, I have not exactly been getting out to see material to inspire me. However, I'm hoping to get out by the end of this week. Who knows, maybe I'll be suddenly inspired to write an interesting post. We'll see. Until later then.
I'd love to give you all something interesting to read, but when I'm in reading mode, I'm completely uninspired when it comes to writing. Also, I have not exactly been getting out to see material to inspire me. However, I'm hoping to get out by the end of this week. Who knows, maybe I'll be suddenly inspired to write an interesting post. We'll see. Until later then.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Really big *SIGH*
I know you all have been wondering what's happened to me. I've been staying at the bf's parent's, where our connection is currently 45.2kbps. Last time I was online it was 44kbps. Yea, it's torturous. Also, the computer is so slow that i'm typing about 3 words ahead of what's comining out on the screen. The keyboard... So old and stiff it's a big workout just typing. Yea. That's why I'm not online much. Too much hassle. Good news though. Dad's supposed to be getting high speed. The guy said it was supposed to be installed last week, but I know better. Expecting it sometime next month.
Unfortunately, Dad's computer is running Vista as I've mentioned a few posts back. This means I'll likely end up bringing my computer to his place, not putting up with that. Not enough patience.
Still unemployed. Spend a fair bit of time outside though, so I'm certainly getting tanned, however it's unintentional. The weather has been crazy. Rains at least every other day. Nice big thunderstorms usually. Anyways, starting to go a lil insane from this slowness, hoping that not many ppl talk to me on msn (locks up for a bit if I've got three convos going at once), so I'll leave off here. Miss you all, hope to have better internets soon so I can feed everyone more interesting posts.
Unfortunately, Dad's computer is running Vista as I've mentioned a few posts back. This means I'll likely end up bringing my computer to his place, not putting up with that. Not enough patience.
Still unemployed. Spend a fair bit of time outside though, so I'm certainly getting tanned, however it's unintentional. The weather has been crazy. Rains at least every other day. Nice big thunderstorms usually. Anyways, starting to go a lil insane from this slowness, hoping that not many ppl talk to me on msn (locks up for a bit if I've got three convos going at once), so I'll leave off here. Miss you all, hope to have better internets soon so I can feed everyone more interesting posts.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Happy birthday to me...
Well, today's my birthday. 21. Time flies. Got some bad news last night. Drank a bit yesterday. Skipped school today, and plan on doing the same tomorrow, and possibly Friday. Probably going to go up and visit mom tomorrow. It's a 3 hour drive, but I have some money that my dad lent me so I'll be able to afford the gas.
What happened to my mom is that she had a miscarriage and almost bled to death. I'm not sure how long she's been hospitalized, but I'll find out tomorrow I guess. She's got a boyfriend up there that didn't even think to contact us, so it shows how much of a winner he is. Since she's been going out with him, she's basically dropped off the map. The last time I talked to her was a month ago. Then I got a call from her last night. We've never been close, but she's still my mother. Even her sister hadn't heard from her at all in ages. I'm just hoping she learns from this experience and stops trying to have kids. Out of the four she's had, she almost died having two of us. I'm just worried that we'll completely lose her next time.
What a birthday. Without fail, every birthday has been bad for me for as long as I can remember. Something always happens. Trying to stay positive, though. I have at least one friend that I plan to have fun with tonight. I'll update you later.
What happened to my mom is that she had a miscarriage and almost bled to death. I'm not sure how long she's been hospitalized, but I'll find out tomorrow I guess. She's got a boyfriend up there that didn't even think to contact us, so it shows how much of a winner he is. Since she's been going out with him, she's basically dropped off the map. The last time I talked to her was a month ago. Then I got a call from her last night. We've never been close, but she's still my mother. Even her sister hadn't heard from her at all in ages. I'm just hoping she learns from this experience and stops trying to have kids. Out of the four she's had, she almost died having two of us. I'm just worried that we'll completely lose her next time.
What a birthday. Without fail, every birthday has been bad for me for as long as I can remember. Something always happens. Trying to stay positive, though. I have at least one friend that I plan to have fun with tonight. I'll update you later.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
41 tips for the guys...
These are great. Well, the comments are, anyways. Worth the read.
http://www.geocities.com/intimacytips/
http://www.geocities.com/intimacytips/
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Here's to 60
Well, this is post number 60. I've finally gotten to the point where I can be bothered to do things again. Yesterday Myles called me at around four telling me to go to Boston Pizza. I, looking for any excuse to not study, agreed. Apparently he and Cutler had been drinking since about 2:30, and had managed to make friends with the one off duty bartender.
We played a couple of games of pool, then their new friend had to go somewhere, so we took Cutler's car back to his place and went to the strip bar. Of course, you have to remember, this is at around 5pm on a Monday. A little early to be going, but Myles and I did have an exam in the morning. Well, we had a few (or a lot), and between the two of them, Myles and Cutler managed to win all of the prizes the stripper had (plus two again, which I have somehow).
Naturally, at some point they were trying to convince me to go up there (pretty standard for the only girl to be told she should), and at another point they actually decided to throw their change down my shirt (made over $3, not complaining!). It was pretty fun though. Around midnight we decided to go back to BP, and we had something to eat, then went home.
I drove Cutler home (ok, so only had 4 drinks, and most of that was early on, so I had sobered up by this point), and Myles crashed on the hide-a-bed, although at first he attempted to steal my bed. Throughout the night, I managed to turn down two of my toys, and the third ended up getting so tanked at a friend's he couldn't come over, so it was a nice quiet night. I got sleep, and managed to pass my final I had today. Also got a nudie keychain thing and lighter. Overall, I think that last night was worth it. Much better feeling today, and actually willing to study. Good thing, because I have two exams tomorrow waiting for me. Really hoping I pass them.
We played a couple of games of pool, then their new friend had to go somewhere, so we took Cutler's car back to his place and went to the strip bar. Of course, you have to remember, this is at around 5pm on a Monday. A little early to be going, but Myles and I did have an exam in the morning. Well, we had a few (or a lot), and between the two of them, Myles and Cutler managed to win all of the prizes the stripper had (plus two again, which I have somehow).
Naturally, at some point they were trying to convince me to go up there (pretty standard for the only girl to be told she should), and at another point they actually decided to throw their change down my shirt (made over $3, not complaining!). It was pretty fun though. Around midnight we decided to go back to BP, and we had something to eat, then went home.
I drove Cutler home (ok, so only had 4 drinks, and most of that was early on, so I had sobered up by this point), and Myles crashed on the hide-a-bed, although at first he attempted to steal my bed. Throughout the night, I managed to turn down two of my toys, and the third ended up getting so tanked at a friend's he couldn't come over, so it was a nice quiet night. I got sleep, and managed to pass my final I had today. Also got a nudie keychain thing and lighter. Overall, I think that last night was worth it. Much better feeling today, and actually willing to study. Good thing, because I have two exams tomorrow waiting for me. Really hoping I pass them.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
*sigh*
Sorry I haven't been posting lately, things have gotten a little hectic. It's exam time again. I have put so many hours into studying for one class that I can't think straight. I've already failed the final (I only needed one more mark to pass), and on the rewrite I have to get at least 80% to pass, it was originally 70%. I doubt it'll happen.
I'm burnt out, exhausted, and just don't give a fuck anymore. This is one class I just don't get, and it's the most frustrating thing in the world. I've been truly trying, but not actually getting anywhere. Looks like I'll be taking this class again next year. Three out of eight people in my class failed, so I guess I shouldn't feel so bad, but I've never failed at anything I've tried to do before.
I give up. I'm doing a quick review tonight before bed, and some more studying in the morning, but I doubt it will help. I've got the rewrite and a different exam tomorrow. I'm just lucky that the other exam should be ridiculously easy. Not even going to review for it.
Apparently back at the hatchery they really miss me. The boyfriend's mum is doing what I was doing last year. She worked there before I did, but I guess I basically filled in for her when she didn't want to do it anymore. The season has been really slow for them, a lot of the regular customers got flooded out this spring and can't have chicks this year.
However, I'll likely have a job with them when I finish school, I'll be just in time for cleanup. It'll only be for about two weeks, but it's enough to get me rent money for July. I'm hoping for a fair bit of birthday money, because otherwise I have no money for rent for the month of June. I don't even have enough for my rent and cell phone bills next month. I'll be about $10 or $20 short. Donations appreciated.
Time to go back and try to get some more studying done. Hopefully my next post will be better, and perhaps I'll get back to some creative writing soon. I have the ideas, but am truly not caring enough to write them right now.
I'm burnt out, exhausted, and just don't give a fuck anymore. This is one class I just don't get, and it's the most frustrating thing in the world. I've been truly trying, but not actually getting anywhere. Looks like I'll be taking this class again next year. Three out of eight people in my class failed, so I guess I shouldn't feel so bad, but I've never failed at anything I've tried to do before.
I give up. I'm doing a quick review tonight before bed, and some more studying in the morning, but I doubt it will help. I've got the rewrite and a different exam tomorrow. I'm just lucky that the other exam should be ridiculously easy. Not even going to review for it.
Apparently back at the hatchery they really miss me. The boyfriend's mum is doing what I was doing last year. She worked there before I did, but I guess I basically filled in for her when she didn't want to do it anymore. The season has been really slow for them, a lot of the regular customers got flooded out this spring and can't have chicks this year.
However, I'll likely have a job with them when I finish school, I'll be just in time for cleanup. It'll only be for about two weeks, but it's enough to get me rent money for July. I'm hoping for a fair bit of birthday money, because otherwise I have no money for rent for the month of June. I don't even have enough for my rent and cell phone bills next month. I'll be about $10 or $20 short. Donations appreciated.
Time to go back and try to get some more studying done. Hopefully my next post will be better, and perhaps I'll get back to some creative writing soon. I have the ideas, but am truly not caring enough to write them right now.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Another night out
So last Thursday Sam and I went to the bar. Went early, cuz it was a long weekend and the university students just finished classes, so it was busy. Played a lot of pool. Met a good looking guy, Chris. Ended up almost driving him crazy just dancing with him... Anyways. After the bar, Sam went home with her toy, and I went with mine. Why? Well, for one, I was smashed. Secondly, he's hot (and nicely muscled, too...), and also, even dancing, we moved together really well, and the chemistry... Wow. Plus we were both really drunk. Lol.
Well, we did do some talking (wow, I know...), and turns out we like a lot of the same music, and when we got back to his place, he suggested watching a movie. He opened his movie case, and he had every one of my favorite movies, and many more that I enjoyed. There was only one movie there that I didn't like, and he said he didn't like it before I could say anything. We would have made good friends if we'd met under different circumstances, for sure. As it was, well, I'm sure you can figure out where this is going.
We decided upon Van Helsing, as it's a very good movie. He's got a big tv in his room hooked up to his stereo, so it's a nice and comfy setup, complete with a nice big double bed which happens to be very nice. We settled in and watched the movie. Well, some of it. We got to the point where you first see the vampires. Then we got distracted. It's impossible to concentrate on a movie when you're lying beside a smokin' hot guy with just the right amount of tattoos to accent his body... And for the record, we were both fully clothed... Well, to begin with.
He started poking me, and also snapping my elastic on my underwear... Turns out he's one of those guys that really enjoys doing that. Things escalated, and in no time, we were in a very intense makeout session. Considering how drunk we were, we got all those pesky clothes off very swiftly. I must say, I wasn't disappointed to see Chris naked. Quite the opposite. Muscled just the way I like, and also well-endowed. I've been fairly lucky that way, my current toys have that much in common.
I must say, sex with this guy is fun. I can't remember too many details from the first time, I was far too out of it, but I do remember that I enjoyed it, and also that there was none of that embarrassing fumbling that sometimes happens with a new (or incredibly drunk) partner. How long did it last? I can't remember that either. I know we both fell asleep shortly after.
We woke up around 7 am, and I think we both did a quick check to make sure that the person we were in bed with was as good looking as we'd thought the previous night. Thankfully, I sure wasn't disappointed, and he wasn't either. We ended up making out again, and one thing led to another. This time was a lot less desperate, we spent time exploring one another's bodies. I, being the tease that I am, put my teeth and my tongue to good use. That's when he realized how evil I am.
When I'd finished toying with him, I got on top of him and rode him until he came. Afterward, we both decided it was far too early to be awake, so we decided to go back to sleep until noon. Straight to sleep we both went, and didn't wake until around 11:30. Best part was, even then we couldn't keep our hands off of one another. I decided I'd give him something to remember me by, so I licked and nipped my way down his chest to his cock. Once there, I began gently licking and sucking him, tasting him. He asked me what I'd do about the mess, and I just asked him what mess he was talking about. His reply? "Oh fuck..."
I went back to sucking him, began sucking him a little harder, and a little harder yet, finding the point that made him squirm just a little bit. I worked him faster, sometimes switching to deep throating a couple of times and back to a combination of my hand and my mouth, getting into a rhythm that brought him close to cumming, then just backing off and letting him calm down a bit before playing with him again. I did this for quite some time, before telling him that if he wanted, I'd stop playing with him and suck him off properly. He said "you're just playing?!", and I just smiled and started kissing him. I then told him I could keep this up all day if he wanted, and he told me he had to get going to work fairly soon, but he still had about 20 minutes before he had to start getting ready. I went back to my playing for a while, bringing him to the edge a few more times without letting him get close enough to cum. Then I realized I should likely let him get ready for work soon, so I used the one technique which seems to work well for all guys, sucking fairly hard and using my hand at the same time, moving at a nice swift pace, which made him cum hard in no time at all.
All he could do was lay there for a bit. I got a couple of "wow"s etc. out of him, but not much else that made sense. We then got dressed and he got a bit of teasing from his brother when he left his room to ask if anyone had a way to get back to the bar where he'd left his car. We couldn't find a ride, so we walked to my place to get my car. It's only around 10 blocks, so it wasn't much of a walk. I dropped him off, and we exchanged numbers. It was then that I let him know that I had a boyfriend, and he just shook his head and laughed. This wasn't the last time I met up with him, but that's another story altogether.
Well, we did do some talking (wow, I know...), and turns out we like a lot of the same music, and when we got back to his place, he suggested watching a movie. He opened his movie case, and he had every one of my favorite movies, and many more that I enjoyed. There was only one movie there that I didn't like, and he said he didn't like it before I could say anything. We would have made good friends if we'd met under different circumstances, for sure. As it was, well, I'm sure you can figure out where this is going.
We decided upon Van Helsing, as it's a very good movie. He's got a big tv in his room hooked up to his stereo, so it's a nice and comfy setup, complete with a nice big double bed which happens to be very nice. We settled in and watched the movie. Well, some of it. We got to the point where you first see the vampires. Then we got distracted. It's impossible to concentrate on a movie when you're lying beside a smokin' hot guy with just the right amount of tattoos to accent his body... And for the record, we were both fully clothed... Well, to begin with.
He started poking me, and also snapping my elastic on my underwear... Turns out he's one of those guys that really enjoys doing that. Things escalated, and in no time, we were in a very intense makeout session. Considering how drunk we were, we got all those pesky clothes off very swiftly. I must say, I wasn't disappointed to see Chris naked. Quite the opposite. Muscled just the way I like, and also well-endowed. I've been fairly lucky that way, my current toys have that much in common.
I must say, sex with this guy is fun. I can't remember too many details from the first time, I was far too out of it, but I do remember that I enjoyed it, and also that there was none of that embarrassing fumbling that sometimes happens with a new (or incredibly drunk) partner. How long did it last? I can't remember that either. I know we both fell asleep shortly after.
We woke up around 7 am, and I think we both did a quick check to make sure that the person we were in bed with was as good looking as we'd thought the previous night. Thankfully, I sure wasn't disappointed, and he wasn't either. We ended up making out again, and one thing led to another. This time was a lot less desperate, we spent time exploring one another's bodies. I, being the tease that I am, put my teeth and my tongue to good use. That's when he realized how evil I am.
When I'd finished toying with him, I got on top of him and rode him until he came. Afterward, we both decided it was far too early to be awake, so we decided to go back to sleep until noon. Straight to sleep we both went, and didn't wake until around 11:30. Best part was, even then we couldn't keep our hands off of one another. I decided I'd give him something to remember me by, so I licked and nipped my way down his chest to his cock. Once there, I began gently licking and sucking him, tasting him. He asked me what I'd do about the mess, and I just asked him what mess he was talking about. His reply? "Oh fuck..."
I went back to sucking him, began sucking him a little harder, and a little harder yet, finding the point that made him squirm just a little bit. I worked him faster, sometimes switching to deep throating a couple of times and back to a combination of my hand and my mouth, getting into a rhythm that brought him close to cumming, then just backing off and letting him calm down a bit before playing with him again. I did this for quite some time, before telling him that if he wanted, I'd stop playing with him and suck him off properly. He said "you're just playing?!", and I just smiled and started kissing him. I then told him I could keep this up all day if he wanted, and he told me he had to get going to work fairly soon, but he still had about 20 minutes before he had to start getting ready. I went back to my playing for a while, bringing him to the edge a few more times without letting him get close enough to cum. Then I realized I should likely let him get ready for work soon, so I used the one technique which seems to work well for all guys, sucking fairly hard and using my hand at the same time, moving at a nice swift pace, which made him cum hard in no time at all.
All he could do was lay there for a bit. I got a couple of "wow"s etc. out of him, but not much else that made sense. We then got dressed and he got a bit of teasing from his brother when he left his room to ask if anyone had a way to get back to the bar where he'd left his car. We couldn't find a ride, so we walked to my place to get my car. It's only around 10 blocks, so it wasn't much of a walk. I dropped him off, and we exchanged numbers. It was then that I let him know that I had a boyfriend, and he just shook his head and laughed. This wasn't the last time I met up with him, but that's another story altogether.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
...
Well, after some not-so-delicate hints, Paul has cleaned up his crap a bit. He's also funded some of our food.
I've borrowed my dad's camera, and I plan to take it with me tomorrow night (my cousin and I are going out again). I'll post pictures if they ever get taken. In the meantime, here's a couple of jokes to entertain you.
I've borrowed my dad's camera, and I plan to take it with me tomorrow night (my cousin and I are going out again). I'll post pictures if they ever get taken. In the meantime, here's a couple of jokes to entertain you.
What's the difference between your wife and your job?
After five years your job will still suck.
If the Dove is the bird of peace, what is the bird of true love?
The Swallow.
How is a woman like a computer?
You don't really appreciate them until they go down on you.
What's the difference between Love, True Love, and Insanity?
Spit, Swallow, and Gargle.
What do you call a woman who can suck an orange through a hose?
Darling.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Pain
Good song, this one is:
Pain- Three Day's Grace
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel pain
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you're wounded
You know (You know you know you know you know)
That I'm here to save you
You know (You know you know you know you know)
I'm always here for you
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you'll thank me later
Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain
Pain- Three Day's Grace
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel pain
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you're wounded
You know (You know you know you know you know)
That I'm here to save you
You know (You know you know you know you know)
I'm always here for you
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you'll thank me later
Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Rant.
So this is a rant. If you don't like reading them, then you should likely stop reading. Also, sorry bout saying i'd post and then not doing it. Writer's block, then being forced to write a 2000 word report kinda took all my desire to write away. Anyways. Yea. Gotta get this outta my system before I kill someone.
For the past I don't know how long, my roommate's boyfriend Paul has been living with us. I was fine with that at first, he'd go home all the time to shower etc., but he's slowly been moving in. First he brought an overnight bag. This would sit on our living room floor in the corner out of everyone's way, so I was fine with that too. Then he started leaving his clothes on the floor. Especially old stinky socks. I don't appreciate that at all, but I let it slide. Then he brought over a proper duffel bag. It sat in the same place as his overnight bag used to sit. Then it started to get left open, and clothes would migrate out of it onto our floor.
This was about the time that he started eating a lot of food. Before he'd eat some, but would politely leave food so that I'd have leftovers I could use for my lunches, because I can't afford to buy food anymore. Now, he usually finishes off whatever is made, no matter how much is there. A week ago I made a huge pot of chili which would feed my entire family for half a week easily. He and my roommate had it gone within 12 hours, and I only got a small plate of it. That really ticked me off, because I'd told both of them I wanted to use it for my lunch for the rest of the week.
Some time last week, Paul brought over weight lifting equipment. Just some little things, nothing big, but he always leaves it parked in the middle of the living room floor, so you have to go around it. Earlier this week, he brought over his hockey duffel bag. This thing is huge. You could easily fit a full grown man inside this thing. Guess where it is... Yep. In the middle of the living room floor. On top of that, his clothing is all over. Even his deodorant and crap is all over the place.
I just went out there and it looks like we've got a squatter living in our living room. There are clothes laying about and equipment everywhere. There's magazines and newspapers piled on the coffee table, and even the floor. Random blankets on the floor. Everything. It's a huge mess. I've mentioned it to my roommate, but she's done nothing about it.
There's no excuse for this. My roommate's room is considerably larger than mine, and yet when my boyfriend was staying with us, all of his stuff stayed in my room. She could keep her bf's stuff in her room, but she doesn't. I've even tried moving his crap into her room when they're both not here, but it just moves right back to where it was. If I could, I'd be kicking her out very soon. This has been going on too long. Not only does her bf stay here all the time, he eats our food, and makes my life unpleasant, yet all he does for us is put gas in her car (which never moves), and occasionally buys himself Coke or something. A couple of weeks ago he polished off four cases of coke I'd bought for myself without an apology. He'd even found the coke I'd hidden behind some rotten stuff in the fridge.
I'm thinking I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about cleaning his junk up and moving it to my rm's room, because I shouldn't have to live in a pig sty just because she doesn't mind it. Another peeve? She never ever takes the garbage to the dumpster, which is behind the house beside us. Instead she piles it just outside my window, where I'm sure it will get very ripe once it warms up some more. The only time the garbage actually gets to the dumpster is when I do it myself. Her bf has helped me once cuz I basically gave him no choice in the matter, and that's about all the help he's ever done around here.
Oh, and one other thing. During the winter when it was really cold out, she needed to plug her car in to be able to start it in the morning. She only had a tiny extension cord, so she borrowed one of mine without asking. This was in January. It sat outside on the ground, just asking to be stolen, until I picked it up on Sunday, after asking her more than once to put it away.
I could continue on like this for pages. I can hardly wait until she's gone. The moral of this story? Don't just go with random roommates. Not a good idea. Next place I get may just be for me, especially if I don't know how my potential roommate likes to live, whether they're white trash or not. It will cost me an arm and a leg, and result in me putting a lot of hours into working, but anything is better than what I have to put up with on a daily basis. Oh, and I'm certainly going to be paying the whole damage deposit, so that if I have to, I'll have the leverage to get rid of an unpleasant roommate.
For the past I don't know how long, my roommate's boyfriend Paul has been living with us. I was fine with that at first, he'd go home all the time to shower etc., but he's slowly been moving in. First he brought an overnight bag. This would sit on our living room floor in the corner out of everyone's way, so I was fine with that too. Then he started leaving his clothes on the floor. Especially old stinky socks. I don't appreciate that at all, but I let it slide. Then he brought over a proper duffel bag. It sat in the same place as his overnight bag used to sit. Then it started to get left open, and clothes would migrate out of it onto our floor.
This was about the time that he started eating a lot of food. Before he'd eat some, but would politely leave food so that I'd have leftovers I could use for my lunches, because I can't afford to buy food anymore. Now, he usually finishes off whatever is made, no matter how much is there. A week ago I made a huge pot of chili which would feed my entire family for half a week easily. He and my roommate had it gone within 12 hours, and I only got a small plate of it. That really ticked me off, because I'd told both of them I wanted to use it for my lunch for the rest of the week.
Some time last week, Paul brought over weight lifting equipment. Just some little things, nothing big, but he always leaves it parked in the middle of the living room floor, so you have to go around it. Earlier this week, he brought over his hockey duffel bag. This thing is huge. You could easily fit a full grown man inside this thing. Guess where it is... Yep. In the middle of the living room floor. On top of that, his clothing is all over. Even his deodorant and crap is all over the place.
I just went out there and it looks like we've got a squatter living in our living room. There are clothes laying about and equipment everywhere. There's magazines and newspapers piled on the coffee table, and even the floor. Random blankets on the floor. Everything. It's a huge mess. I've mentioned it to my roommate, but she's done nothing about it.
There's no excuse for this. My roommate's room is considerably larger than mine, and yet when my boyfriend was staying with us, all of his stuff stayed in my room. She could keep her bf's stuff in her room, but she doesn't. I've even tried moving his crap into her room when they're both not here, but it just moves right back to where it was. If I could, I'd be kicking her out very soon. This has been going on too long. Not only does her bf stay here all the time, he eats our food, and makes my life unpleasant, yet all he does for us is put gas in her car (which never moves), and occasionally buys himself Coke or something. A couple of weeks ago he polished off four cases of coke I'd bought for myself without an apology. He'd even found the coke I'd hidden behind some rotten stuff in the fridge.
I'm thinking I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about cleaning his junk up and moving it to my rm's room, because I shouldn't have to live in a pig sty just because she doesn't mind it. Another peeve? She never ever takes the garbage to the dumpster, which is behind the house beside us. Instead she piles it just outside my window, where I'm sure it will get very ripe once it warms up some more. The only time the garbage actually gets to the dumpster is when I do it myself. Her bf has helped me once cuz I basically gave him no choice in the matter, and that's about all the help he's ever done around here.
Oh, and one other thing. During the winter when it was really cold out, she needed to plug her car in to be able to start it in the morning. She only had a tiny extension cord, so she borrowed one of mine without asking. This was in January. It sat outside on the ground, just asking to be stolen, until I picked it up on Sunday, after asking her more than once to put it away.
I could continue on like this for pages. I can hardly wait until she's gone. The moral of this story? Don't just go with random roommates. Not a good idea. Next place I get may just be for me, especially if I don't know how my potential roommate likes to live, whether they're white trash or not. It will cost me an arm and a leg, and result in me putting a lot of hours into working, but anything is better than what I have to put up with on a daily basis. Oh, and I'm certainly going to be paying the whole damage deposit, so that if I have to, I'll have the leverage to get rid of an unpleasant roommate.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Thursday...
Well, Thursday Sam and I planned to go to the bar once again. Things went according to schedule (for once!), and we got there just before the rush. And I mean just. Went upstairs cuz the place was empty, played two games of pool, and when i went back downstairs, the place was packed! It was crazy.
Now, there was only one problem with us going to the bar with every intention of getting plastered. We didn't have any money. Well, about $5 each. That doesn't go very far, unfortunately. We still got wasted. We just had to work for our booze. It's surprising how many drinks talking will get you. We hung out mostly with one group of guys I've seen at the bar a lot. I hung out with Steve a bit too. He attempted to teach me how to two-step, but it didn't work out too well. I'd had way too many.
After the bar, Sam and I were outside, wondering what to do. We either had to wait for a taxi or get a ride home. It was then that I spotted Pascal, an old friend from my days in cadets. He's a year older than I am, we'd also been in karate together at one point, but I didn't really have a whole lot of interest in him before. He'd always been a really skinny guy, and I like my guys to be at least somewhat built. I suppose he had been somewhat interested in me at one point, I know he had flirted with me at times. Well, Pascal has filled out. Guess a couple of years on the rigs did it for him.
He didn't even recognize me at first. I guess I'm not exactly the same person I was last time we talked. I dress differently, do my hair differently, wear contacts, makeup, and I certainly act differently. I think the bar was the last place he expected to meet me. Oh, how things have changed.
Well, we got talking, and I found out he had no idea where he and his buddies were going either. Of course, we had been standing outside for about half an hour at this point, and he was hugging me because it was about -20C and I, being the smart person that I am, was wearing a short skirt. After much discussion, it was decided that everyone was going to his buddy's place, us included.
Well, five(!) of us packed into a cab and we went to the west end of the city somewhere. Sam disappeared somewhere or other with someone. Everyone kind of dispersed, leaving Pascal and I sitting on a couch alone. He admitted that I was way... More. Much more than what I had been when he had known me. Said that he'd never expected to see me at Houston's, never mind in the outfit I was in, with my hair colour such a bright red.
Somehow we ended up making out. Not sure how, things were pretty fuzzy. Some stuff I remember clearly, and other stuff... Not at all. Well, with both of us being very much under the influence, we were all over one another. After a while, his buddy reappeared to sleep on the other couch, because apparently his bed had been taken. Pascal and I just sort of sat there for a while, until snores could be heard from the other couch. Then we started with the making out again. Things got hotter, we got braver, all the while he told me how he'd never expected me to be like this. Clothes came off, I ended up losing everything but my skirt, and he mostly lost his pants. We were ready to take it to the next level, but he had a problem. He was too drunk to perform. I decided to help him out a bit, and got to work licking and sucking like I do best. Unfortunately, no amount of work could help him out enough that he was hard, so he told me he'd settle for returning the favour of what I'd done for him.
When we'd done fooling around, we cuddled up on the couch and fell asleep. At around 6 or so, more people appeared, the two guys that had been missing. They both ended up sprawling out on the floor. Their appearance woke Pascal up, and I guess he was feeling more sober than he had a few hours previous, because he was ready to try again.
This time, after I did some sucking, he was ready. Of course, we were on the couch with three other people in the room, but we were still drunk and really didn't care. Most, if not all, of them were asleep anyways. I hope. Well, we realized that we needed some privacy at least, so we moved to the storage room (we were all in the basement), where he sat me on the freezer (turns out he's pretty strong. Can lift me like I don't weigh anything). Now, he's not amazingly well-endowed, but more what I would say is just right. We changed positions, and each one felt good. More than good. And no discomfort whatsoever. Of course, as all good things must come to an end, so did this. When we'd cleaned up, we went back to our couch and went back to sleep.
By the time I'd gotten back to sleep, it was around 8am. We all slept until 11, when the cable guy came to replace a receiver in the living room. Pascal's friend's mom just kind of guided him around us. He found it pretty funny that there was five people randomly sprawled about the room. When he'd finished, we decided that it might actually be time to go home.
Sam, Pascal, and I got a ride to where he'd left his Jimmy the previous night, because it was fairly close to where we'd been (wherever that was...), and because he'd offered to take us home. Well, I gave him directions to where I live, and as he pulled into my driveway, he told me something surprising. He lives exactly five houses down the street from where I am. I told him that if he lives so close, he'd better visit. I really should have gotten his number off of him, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight. Oh well. Hopefully I'll see him some time fairly soon. Thursday night was a lot of fun.
Now, there was only one problem with us going to the bar with every intention of getting plastered. We didn't have any money. Well, about $5 each. That doesn't go very far, unfortunately. We still got wasted. We just had to work for our booze. It's surprising how many drinks talking will get you. We hung out mostly with one group of guys I've seen at the bar a lot. I hung out with Steve a bit too. He attempted to teach me how to two-step, but it didn't work out too well. I'd had way too many.
After the bar, Sam and I were outside, wondering what to do. We either had to wait for a taxi or get a ride home. It was then that I spotted Pascal, an old friend from my days in cadets. He's a year older than I am, we'd also been in karate together at one point, but I didn't really have a whole lot of interest in him before. He'd always been a really skinny guy, and I like my guys to be at least somewhat built. I suppose he had been somewhat interested in me at one point, I know he had flirted with me at times. Well, Pascal has filled out. Guess a couple of years on the rigs did it for him.
He didn't even recognize me at first. I guess I'm not exactly the same person I was last time we talked. I dress differently, do my hair differently, wear contacts, makeup, and I certainly act differently. I think the bar was the last place he expected to meet me. Oh, how things have changed.
Well, we got talking, and I found out he had no idea where he and his buddies were going either. Of course, we had been standing outside for about half an hour at this point, and he was hugging me because it was about -20C and I, being the smart person that I am, was wearing a short skirt. After much discussion, it was decided that everyone was going to his buddy's place, us included.
Well, five(!) of us packed into a cab and we went to the west end of the city somewhere. Sam disappeared somewhere or other with someone. Everyone kind of dispersed, leaving Pascal and I sitting on a couch alone. He admitted that I was way... More. Much more than what I had been when he had known me. Said that he'd never expected to see me at Houston's, never mind in the outfit I was in, with my hair colour such a bright red.
Somehow we ended up making out. Not sure how, things were pretty fuzzy. Some stuff I remember clearly, and other stuff... Not at all. Well, with both of us being very much under the influence, we were all over one another. After a while, his buddy reappeared to sleep on the other couch, because apparently his bed had been taken. Pascal and I just sort of sat there for a while, until snores could be heard from the other couch. Then we started with the making out again. Things got hotter, we got braver, all the while he told me how he'd never expected me to be like this. Clothes came off, I ended up losing everything but my skirt, and he mostly lost his pants. We were ready to take it to the next level, but he had a problem. He was too drunk to perform. I decided to help him out a bit, and got to work licking and sucking like I do best. Unfortunately, no amount of work could help him out enough that he was hard, so he told me he'd settle for returning the favour of what I'd done for him.
When we'd done fooling around, we cuddled up on the couch and fell asleep. At around 6 or so, more people appeared, the two guys that had been missing. They both ended up sprawling out on the floor. Their appearance woke Pascal up, and I guess he was feeling more sober than he had a few hours previous, because he was ready to try again.
This time, after I did some sucking, he was ready. Of course, we were on the couch with three other people in the room, but we were still drunk and really didn't care. Most, if not all, of them were asleep anyways. I hope. Well, we realized that we needed some privacy at least, so we moved to the storage room (we were all in the basement), where he sat me on the freezer (turns out he's pretty strong. Can lift me like I don't weigh anything). Now, he's not amazingly well-endowed, but more what I would say is just right. We changed positions, and each one felt good. More than good. And no discomfort whatsoever. Of course, as all good things must come to an end, so did this. When we'd cleaned up, we went back to our couch and went back to sleep.
By the time I'd gotten back to sleep, it was around 8am. We all slept until 11, when the cable guy came to replace a receiver in the living room. Pascal's friend's mom just kind of guided him around us. He found it pretty funny that there was five people randomly sprawled about the room. When he'd finished, we decided that it might actually be time to go home.
Sam, Pascal, and I got a ride to where he'd left his Jimmy the previous night, because it was fairly close to where we'd been (wherever that was...), and because he'd offered to take us home. Well, I gave him directions to where I live, and as he pulled into my driveway, he told me something surprising. He lives exactly five houses down the street from where I am. I told him that if he lives so close, he'd better visit. I really should have gotten his number off of him, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight. Oh well. Hopefully I'll see him some time fairly soon. Thursday night was a lot of fun.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
So this one night...
Well, yesterday I promised I'd fill you in on what happened. The thing is... What didn't happen? Oh, it started off innocently enough. On second thought... No, it didn't. This was a booty call, pure and simple. We planned to watch a movie or two, yes, but we also had other things planned. We'd been exchanging text messages via our cells and messenger all day. What about? Well, you're about to find out.
When he finally got here after work, it was already after 10. He'd taken time to clean up a bit, I guess, but he doesn't have to do much to look good. Now, he'd said that it had been a while since he'd gotten any, so I wasn't surprised when he was all over me almost the moment he was inside. Another thing he'd mentioned was the fact that he'd very much doubted I'd be able to deep throat all of him. I'd just figured it was typical male bragging, after all, he's a fairly small guy, can't weigh a whole lot more than I do, and I've not seen many guys who could truthfully claim to be any bigger than mine. I'd said to him that I probably could.
Turns out I was wrong. Fuck, he's big. I'd thought Pete was big, sitting at around... 8 1/2", maybe a bit bigger, but Jorden... Wow. I'd say he's got close to two inches on Pete. A bit bigger around, too, and... Yea. Would really not expect it to look at him. Anyways, back on track here. He was begging me to give him head the moment he had gotten into the apartment. Poor guy was actually shaking. After a bit (not much), I agreed. He was right, couldn't take him all, even though I did try. He came in about 30 seconds flat, maybe a little less time.
After that, he was much more... Civil. We went into the living room and settled down to watch Accepted. Good movie. But this guy is insatiable. I think I sucked him off... 3 times? Maybe more, during the movie! Not that I'm complaining... It was fun. I enjoyed it almost as much as he did, I think. After the movie, he wanted to come see what my computer was like... Yes, he's a gamer.
He was impressed with the computer. A little jealous, too, methinks. Likes my taste in music, as well. We sat in here talking about all sorts of things, and ended up having yet more fun. The discussion inevitably turned to sex, and he told me he wasn't very experienced, and had only done it in the missionary position. I changed that for him. He got a little girl-on-top action, then we switched around to missionary. His inexperience did show through, though. I think I should make it a personal mission to change that. I finished him off by sucking him off (again!!!), and he went back to playing on my computer.
I, of course, didn't bother to put any clothing on, because nakedness happens to be my favorite state, which is likely why he requested one more time. I sucked his cock one last time, at which point it was time for him to go (3am, and he lives with his family yet...), so off he went, intentionally leaving his dvd's behind. He asked if we could do this another time, and I told him it was fairly likely, but I couldn't make any promises.
Well, that was a fun night. I may have to repeat it some day, but for now, I must go back home, as it's spring break, and I don't want to stay here in the city any longer. I'm heading back to my guy, where I can get as much sex as I can con him into giving me. At this point, I want it so bad I can barely type. It's going to be a long drive home.
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When he finally got here after work, it was already after 10. He'd taken time to clean up a bit, I guess, but he doesn't have to do much to look good. Now, he'd said that it had been a while since he'd gotten any, so I wasn't surprised when he was all over me almost the moment he was inside. Another thing he'd mentioned was the fact that he'd very much doubted I'd be able to deep throat all of him. I'd just figured it was typical male bragging, after all, he's a fairly small guy, can't weigh a whole lot more than I do, and I've not seen many guys who could truthfully claim to be any bigger than mine. I'd said to him that I probably could.
Turns out I was wrong. Fuck, he's big. I'd thought Pete was big, sitting at around... 8 1/2", maybe a bit bigger, but Jorden... Wow. I'd say he's got close to two inches on Pete. A bit bigger around, too, and... Yea. Would really not expect it to look at him. Anyways, back on track here. He was begging me to give him head the moment he had gotten into the apartment. Poor guy was actually shaking. After a bit (not much), I agreed. He was right, couldn't take him all, even though I did try. He came in about 30 seconds flat, maybe a little less time.
After that, he was much more... Civil. We went into the living room and settled down to watch Accepted. Good movie. But this guy is insatiable. I think I sucked him off... 3 times? Maybe more, during the movie! Not that I'm complaining... It was fun. I enjoyed it almost as much as he did, I think. After the movie, he wanted to come see what my computer was like... Yes, he's a gamer.
He was impressed with the computer. A little jealous, too, methinks. Likes my taste in music, as well. We sat in here talking about all sorts of things, and ended up having yet more fun. The discussion inevitably turned to sex, and he told me he wasn't very experienced, and had only done it in the missionary position. I changed that for him. He got a little girl-on-top action, then we switched around to missionary. His inexperience did show through, though. I think I should make it a personal mission to change that. I finished him off by sucking him off (again!!!), and he went back to playing on my computer.
I, of course, didn't bother to put any clothing on, because nakedness happens to be my favorite state, which is likely why he requested one more time. I sucked his cock one last time, at which point it was time for him to go (3am, and he lives with his family yet...), so off he went, intentionally leaving his dvd's behind. He asked if we could do this another time, and I told him it was fairly likely, but I couldn't make any promises.
Well, that was a fun night. I may have to repeat it some day, but for now, I must go back home, as it's spring break, and I don't want to stay here in the city any longer. I'm heading back to my guy, where I can get as much sex as I can con him into giving me. At this point, I want it so bad I can barely type. It's going to be a long drive home.
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Friday, March 02, 2007
Ugh.
Well. That was a bad, stupid night last night. I'd been planning to go to the bar with my cousin, Sam. Thing is, she lives out in the boonies, so I had to go pick her up. This in itself wouldn't be bad, but we've gotten about a foot of snow in the past week, and the road crews hadn't cleared any of the gravel roads yet. So I had... I think... 5 miles of at least bumper-deep snow to plough thru. Good thing a truck had gone thru a while before me. Almost got stuck many, many times. Did get stuck twice. Glad I got my friend Andrew to come with me. He was a great help. I think I now owe him a few drinks, lol.
When we finally made it back to the city, I got ready and Sam and I went to Houston's. They've finally recovered the pool tables, which was nice. Got myself a pool table, taught Sam how to play. Played against Reuben and Myles a couple of times. Then they left and some old guys kept playing pool with us and hitting on us. But they bought us drinks, and even gave paid up when we won. Strange, yes, but oh well.
We got tired of that (old men hitting on us, hello! they're old enough to be our fathers!), and went down to do some real drinking. We were already tanked by that point, lol. We went for a shot (called a blow job), then went on a short bathroom run, where i broke off one of my heels from my orange stiletto racer boots. Good thing I just bought another pair. Well, we all decided we wanted to dance (Sam and a couple of her friends were with me), but I had a problem. So I broke off the other heel. Yes, I was very drunk.
We were dancing, and the the brother of the guy who Sam was dancing came and joined us. Name of... Tyson. Yes. Well, started dancing with me. Dirty dancing style. Hands everywhere. Lol. I let him, just because I could, and nobody that both Pete and I know was there. I know a few people got a bit more of a view than I would ever normally allow (yes, I was wearing a skirt, silly me). But he complimented me on my dancing, lol. When they announced last call, we went for another shot, then went to the bar for some more mixed drinks. I got two doubles, but as soon as i had my first sip, I realized I had a problem. Those shots made me ill. Very ill. But whiskey makes a good mouthwash in a pinch. Wish I'd never had to find that out. A day later I still feel miserable, and I never get hangovers like that.
Anyways, when I was feeling better, I went out to figure out where everyone else was, they were supposed to be dancing. One of the old guys tried to get me to dance. Then this guy, Dustin, came up to me and asked me. I said to the old guy I'd known Dustin for years (okay, so I've seen him around alot, what's the diff?), so I went and danced with him. Ended up making out with him on the dancefloor! It was the last dance anyways. Got his number. He's actually the military type (can't remember if he's in the reserves or reg forces), but he gave me his number after I wouldn't give him mine. Wouldn't give up, but it was ok, he was good looking, lol. Made out with him a couple more times, once waiting outside for a cab to show up. Five of us (Sam, her friend, some guy they knew, Evan, and I) went to Tyson's place. Don't ask where it was, because I don't know.
Sam and her boy toy disappeared for a while, and I half passed out on the couch. A couple of hours later, Tyson gave us a ride home. Sam decided she wasn't satisfied with the one guy, so Evan came home with us. For some reason, I made out with Tyson real quick before he left. Don't ask why, I could not tell you.
Sam and I stayed up talking for a little while, and I decided to go to bed. 5am was the time. I noticed I'd gotten a message on msn, from Jorden, the guy who's friends with my classmate Jon, and whose name I am constantly forgetting. Cute guy. Well, I sent him a message in reply before going to bed, apparently it was more than a little suggestive. He was online when I finally woke up (at 3pm), and after Sam left, I chatted with him for a while. I'm afraid that things will be interesting tonight, as after he finishes work, he's coming over to watch a movie or something. Oh well. I'll fill you in at a later time. Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.
When we finally made it back to the city, I got ready and Sam and I went to Houston's. They've finally recovered the pool tables, which was nice. Got myself a pool table, taught Sam how to play. Played against Reuben and Myles a couple of times. Then they left and some old guys kept playing pool with us and hitting on us. But they bought us drinks, and even gave paid up when we won. Strange, yes, but oh well.
We got tired of that (old men hitting on us, hello! they're old enough to be our fathers!), and went down to do some real drinking. We were already tanked by that point, lol. We went for a shot (called a blow job), then went on a short bathroom run, where i broke off one of my heels from my orange stiletto racer boots. Good thing I just bought another pair. Well, we all decided we wanted to dance (Sam and a couple of her friends were with me), but I had a problem. So I broke off the other heel. Yes, I was very drunk.
We were dancing, and the the brother of the guy who Sam was dancing came and joined us. Name of... Tyson. Yes. Well, started dancing with me. Dirty dancing style. Hands everywhere. Lol. I let him, just because I could, and nobody that both Pete and I know was there. I know a few people got a bit more of a view than I would ever normally allow (yes, I was wearing a skirt, silly me). But he complimented me on my dancing, lol. When they announced last call, we went for another shot, then went to the bar for some more mixed drinks. I got two doubles, but as soon as i had my first sip, I realized I had a problem. Those shots made me ill. Very ill. But whiskey makes a good mouthwash in a pinch. Wish I'd never had to find that out. A day later I still feel miserable, and I never get hangovers like that.
Anyways, when I was feeling better, I went out to figure out where everyone else was, they were supposed to be dancing. One of the old guys tried to get me to dance. Then this guy, Dustin, came up to me and asked me. I said to the old guy I'd known Dustin for years (okay, so I've seen him around alot, what's the diff?), so I went and danced with him. Ended up making out with him on the dancefloor! It was the last dance anyways. Got his number. He's actually the military type (can't remember if he's in the reserves or reg forces), but he gave me his number after I wouldn't give him mine. Wouldn't give up, but it was ok, he was good looking, lol. Made out with him a couple more times, once waiting outside for a cab to show up. Five of us (Sam, her friend, some guy they knew, Evan, and I) went to Tyson's place. Don't ask where it was, because I don't know.
Sam and her boy toy disappeared for a while, and I half passed out on the couch. A couple of hours later, Tyson gave us a ride home. Sam decided she wasn't satisfied with the one guy, so Evan came home with us. For some reason, I made out with Tyson real quick before he left. Don't ask why, I could not tell you.
Sam and I stayed up talking for a little while, and I decided to go to bed. 5am was the time. I noticed I'd gotten a message on msn, from Jorden, the guy who's friends with my classmate Jon, and whose name I am constantly forgetting. Cute guy. Well, I sent him a message in reply before going to bed, apparently it was more than a little suggestive. He was online when I finally woke up (at 3pm), and after Sam left, I chatted with him for a while. I'm afraid that things will be interesting tonight, as after he finishes work, he's coming over to watch a movie or something. Oh well. I'll fill you in at a later time. Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
So here's an idea...
Well, I didn't get around to posting last Thursday. Went to the bar as planned, a lot of friends were there. Got there early enough to get a pool table. Kept it for around 2 hours. Then some guys that totally outmatched me in my inebriated state got it. Played on for a while longer with random pplz that I knew from one place or another. Got talking with a good lookin' cowboy type who happened to be ridiculously good at pool. Turns out he roommates with a guy I've known since like... Kindergarten. Maybe earlier.
My cousin Sam (whose 18th I attended to last November) was there. And drunk. Very drunk. She told me all of my friends were really hot, I guess all the guys that I said hi to when we were talking were the good looking ones. Lol. She ended up making out with good looking cowboy type for quite some time. Was pretty funny. At that point, I left her and hung out with my friend Steve till close, mostly cuz his friends had all gone awol at that point.
Other than that, not much else happened that night. Pete and his friend came here for the weekend. Got us another game, Need for Speed- Most Wanted. Haven't played it yet, but Pete and his buddy liked it.
Anyways, back to the original reason I wandered over here. This is something i pulled off of some site or another, found in my aimless wanderings of the internet. Something to consider doing if someone beside you on the plane or train is really annoying you. Only to be attempted if you want to be arrested, of course.
1. Quietly and calmly open up your laptop case.
2. Remove your laptop.
3. Boot it.
4. Make sure the person who won’t leave you alone can see the screen.
5. Open your web browser to this page.
6. Close your eyes and tilt your head up to the sky.
7. Then hit this link: http://www.thecleverest.com/countdown.swf
My cousin Sam (whose 18th I attended to last November) was there. And drunk. Very drunk. She told me all of my friends were really hot, I guess all the guys that I said hi to when we were talking were the good looking ones. Lol. She ended up making out with good looking cowboy type for quite some time. Was pretty funny. At that point, I left her and hung out with my friend Steve till close, mostly cuz his friends had all gone awol at that point.
Other than that, not much else happened that night. Pete and his friend came here for the weekend. Got us another game, Need for Speed- Most Wanted. Haven't played it yet, but Pete and his buddy liked it.
Anyways, back to the original reason I wandered over here. This is something i pulled off of some site or another, found in my aimless wanderings of the internet. Something to consider doing if someone beside you on the plane or train is really annoying you. Only to be attempted if you want to be arrested, of course.
1. Quietly and calmly open up your laptop case.
2. Remove your laptop.
3. Boot it.
4. Make sure the person who won’t leave you alone can see the screen.
5. Open your web browser to this page.
6. Close your eyes and tilt your head up to the sky.
7. Then hit this link: http://www.thecleverest.com/countdown.swf
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off
So yea, that song was playing when i was wondering what to call this post. Went to Houston's on Thursday. Real smart. I had a midterm Friday morning at 8:30AM. Ugh. I passed. Barely. 57%. Oh well. It was fun.
We didn't leave until 11pm though. That's leave home for the bar, of course. Yea. 11. The time I was gonna go to bed. Great start to the night. Got to the bar planning to have one, or at most, two drinks. I figured this was reasonable, haven't drank since December, so I figured I'd have no taste for it anyways. Ha.
Yes, I did have a few. No, I don't know how many. 6 or more is all I can say for sure. Oops. Met up with my friend Steve. To put it lightly, he was having a bad night. Something about an ex was all I really got out of him. Poor guy. Needless to say, I hung out with him. Had a few drinks with him. Danced with him and his friend Greg. Got Greg's number (not for that! We're all interested in pool! I've got new pool playing buddies! Seriously!). Can tell I was kinda drunk. Don't usually dance. Did play some pool. Wasn't that great. Got hit on a few times. The usual.
Friday I headed home. That night the bf, his two friends, and I went to the Central. Wasted a lot of money there. Stupid $2 pool table. I was terrible. Couldn't make a single shot. It was embarrassing.
Saturday the bf and I went out again, but we decided to stay at his friend's which is a block from the bar, so we could both drink. Saw random guy that I see everywhere. That really hot one, total tall dark and handsome guy. The one going out with Jill, a girl from my hometown. This time he talked to me. Guess I wasn't the only one who'd noticed we were always at the same places.
Had a good discussion with him. Never did catch his name, but apparently Pete kind of knows him, says his name is Tyson. Will likely see him again. He seems to be around home at every big event, he might even be living there, because he's working for Manitoba Hydro. I'm not sure. Seems like a nice guy. Too bad we weren't both single. *Sigh*
Was actually quite miserable with my guy. He did his whole ignore me thing. Typical, of course, because he was drinking. So I hung out with his brother a lot. Nothing better to do... Tyson was with his girl, and he was the only other person at that bar that I was actually willing to talk to.
Oh well. Going to Houston's on Thursday. Should be fun. Invited Hall. Going to invite everyone I can think of. The roommate and I are pretty much planning to get completely smashed. As long as at least a couple of people I hang out with are there, it will be great. Will likely update that night. Perhaps you'll be treated to another drunken post. We'll see.
We didn't leave until 11pm though. That's leave home for the bar, of course. Yea. 11. The time I was gonna go to bed. Great start to the night. Got to the bar planning to have one, or at most, two drinks. I figured this was reasonable, haven't drank since December, so I figured I'd have no taste for it anyways. Ha.
Yes, I did have a few. No, I don't know how many. 6 or more is all I can say for sure. Oops. Met up with my friend Steve. To put it lightly, he was having a bad night. Something about an ex was all I really got out of him. Poor guy. Needless to say, I hung out with him. Had a few drinks with him. Danced with him and his friend Greg. Got Greg's number (not for that! We're all interested in pool! I've got new pool playing buddies! Seriously!). Can tell I was kinda drunk. Don't usually dance. Did play some pool. Wasn't that great. Got hit on a few times. The usual.
Friday I headed home. That night the bf, his two friends, and I went to the Central. Wasted a lot of money there. Stupid $2 pool table. I was terrible. Couldn't make a single shot. It was embarrassing.
Saturday the bf and I went out again, but we decided to stay at his friend's which is a block from the bar, so we could both drink. Saw random guy that I see everywhere. That really hot one, total tall dark and handsome guy. The one going out with Jill, a girl from my hometown. This time he talked to me. Guess I wasn't the only one who'd noticed we were always at the same places.
Had a good discussion with him. Never did catch his name, but apparently Pete kind of knows him, says his name is Tyson. Will likely see him again. He seems to be around home at every big event, he might even be living there, because he's working for Manitoba Hydro. I'm not sure. Seems like a nice guy. Too bad we weren't both single. *Sigh*
Was actually quite miserable with my guy. He did his whole ignore me thing. Typical, of course, because he was drinking. So I hung out with his brother a lot. Nothing better to do... Tyson was with his girl, and he was the only other person at that bar that I was actually willing to talk to.
Oh well. Going to Houston's on Thursday. Should be fun. Invited Hall. Going to invite everyone I can think of. The roommate and I are pretty much planning to get completely smashed. As long as at least a couple of people I hang out with are there, it will be great. Will likely update that night. Perhaps you'll be treated to another drunken post. We'll see.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Stumble...
Well, I've found a new toy. Actually, I was shown it, but that doesn't matter. It's an addition to my Firefox web browser. A new toolbar. It's called StumbleUpon. Great invention. Just select your likes, and press stumble. You'll have fun. Trust me. I don't want to know the number of hours I've wasted on that button. Find something interesting? Leave a comment. I'd love to see it. Maybe add a couple of links here myself if I find something noteworthy that I'd like everyone to see.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Oh dear.
Well, here I am, procrastinating when I should be doing homework. That's nothing unusual.
Upstairs they've got a wii till Friday. It's so funny watching ppl play that thing. Pete is supposed to be leaving tomorrow, but we'll see how that goes.
Hmm. I honestly don't know what to do with myself. I'm more than a little untrustworthy. Funniest thing is, Pete is always accusing me of cheating on him, in jest, because it has always gotten a reaction out of me, even well before I had even considered doing such a thing. Know what I say sometimes? I admit to it. He just obviously doesn't believe me. Oh well.
So... Andrew winked at me while I was upstairs earlier. Last time I talked to him we didn't say much, but I saw him at his workplace yesterday when I was with the bf... Then this. I don't know what's going on there. Maybe next time I'm alone with him I'll find out if he's gone and bragged to his brother, as it's a typical male thing to do that, and I wouldn't be surprised if he has. It's just a matter of getting him alone... And not that kind of alone. Just to talk. Find out what's going on there, and see how many people know about my... Indiscretion.
Still can't believe I did it, though. The bf is being better than he usually is. I get pretty much whatever I want whenever I want. It's weird. Maybe he's been busy on the side and feels guilty about it, or maybe I'm just becoming paranoid now. He's found himself a job as an apprentice welder back home, so I won't be seeing him much if at all till spring break. Lovely. Not a good thing with me. Who knows what stupid things I'll do with him gone from me for so long. Well, I suppose you'll find out. I'll be sure to post soon.
Upstairs they've got a wii till Friday. It's so funny watching ppl play that thing. Pete is supposed to be leaving tomorrow, but we'll see how that goes.
Hmm. I honestly don't know what to do with myself. I'm more than a little untrustworthy. Funniest thing is, Pete is always accusing me of cheating on him, in jest, because it has always gotten a reaction out of me, even well before I had even considered doing such a thing. Know what I say sometimes? I admit to it. He just obviously doesn't believe me. Oh well.
So... Andrew winked at me while I was upstairs earlier. Last time I talked to him we didn't say much, but I saw him at his workplace yesterday when I was with the bf... Then this. I don't know what's going on there. Maybe next time I'm alone with him I'll find out if he's gone and bragged to his brother, as it's a typical male thing to do that, and I wouldn't be surprised if he has. It's just a matter of getting him alone... And not that kind of alone. Just to talk. Find out what's going on there, and see how many people know about my... Indiscretion.
Still can't believe I did it, though. The bf is being better than he usually is. I get pretty much whatever I want whenever I want. It's weird. Maybe he's been busy on the side and feels guilty about it, or maybe I'm just becoming paranoid now. He's found himself a job as an apprentice welder back home, so I won't be seeing him much if at all till spring break. Lovely. Not a good thing with me. Who knows what stupid things I'll do with him gone from me for so long. Well, I suppose you'll find out. I'll be sure to post soon.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The Big 40
Well, it's official, I now have 40 posts. Yay for me. In honour of this occaision, I've decided to actually write something interesting. Many of you are very bored of what I've been posting lately, I'm sure. Well, now you can read something that is interesting, at least to some. Hooray.
Well, last night was Ukranian New Year's Eve. Guess that would put today as the first day of the new year. The guys upstairs were planning on drinking, because none of them worked today, and they invited me. Of course, I accepted, everyone knows I have a hard time refusing people. Well, we didn't actually end up drinking a whole lot, they had a friend over, and some of us watched tv (hockey, football, then movies). Ended up watching movies till way too early.
Now I had drank some whiskey (no, not that much!), only a little bit. The friend that came over fell asleep during the second last movie, before that point it was just him, Andrew, and I left. Now, they've got a big couch, the kind that's like two couches and sits in the corner. Andrew and I had been sitting on one section all day, and this other guy the other. I'm sure my more faithful readers can see where this is going already. *Sigh* I'm so predictable.
Well, for the ease of watching tv, Andrew ended up kind of leaning over onto my cusion I was sitting on, because that part of the couch is at 90 degree angle from the tv. This in itself was innocent enough, and I hadn't really thought any of it (okay, you know me too well. Hadn't had sex in over a week and all that, of course being close to any good looking male is a bad idea at that time...). Anyways. Yea. At some point I went downstairs to my room and grabbed a blanket, because it was cold upstairs. Stole Andrew's pillow from his room so I could lay back as well. That must've been during a movie break.
When Andrew and I had been just sitting beside eachother, he had been touching me "accidently", finding out if I'd flip on him if he actually made a pass, I suppose. Me, being starved as I was, did nothing. Well, when I had my blanket and pillow, I used Andrew's legs as a foot rest (the guy's 6ft, makes it quite easy). When I put my feet up on him, he put his hand on my thigh. Yea. See? Told you you'd figure out where this was going.
Well, this was more like what I wanted. Had just enough whiskey in me to make me braver (or stupider), but not enough to impair my already screwed judgement. I let him get away with it, and he eventually got a little braver, moving his hands, etc., but staying in more or less "safe" zones. Doubtless the fact he'd heard I had a bf stopped him from being bolder. Well, by the time that movie was over, his friend had fallen asleep on the other part of the couch. Andrew put another movie in, and we more or less curled up together, ended up in the "spooning" position, sharing the pillow and blanket.
Why is it that blankets make guys feel bolder? I guess it kind of makes sense... Kind of. Well, eventually some groping started going on, then, before I'd even thought about it, we were making out. Stupid me again. Man, these posts always end up being really long. Well, things started escalating (go figure!), so Andrew suggested moving to his room. After all, his friend was right there... Heh.
Now, at this point I should've gone downstairs to my room and gone to bed, but when do I ever do what I should? I, being me, followed him. Found another man that knows what to do with his fingers, that's for sure. That is never a good sign in itself. Well, all I can say at this point is at least we didn't end up doing the deed. However, I did make him cum. According to his reaction, another satisfied customer. Yet another whose cock I could deep throat successfully.
Well, I gotta get going. Using his computer right now. He just doesn't know what I'm doing... Heh. The bf showed up today. That was a big suprise. I wasn't expecting him for at least another week. Oh well. I'm not complaining. Last night was little relief for me, but when Pete showed up... I'm sure you can guess. Well, going to go to bed now. Got school in the morning, and I'm exhausted. Have fun.
Well, last night was Ukranian New Year's Eve. Guess that would put today as the first day of the new year. The guys upstairs were planning on drinking, because none of them worked today, and they invited me. Of course, I accepted, everyone knows I have a hard time refusing people. Well, we didn't actually end up drinking a whole lot, they had a friend over, and some of us watched tv (hockey, football, then movies). Ended up watching movies till way too early.
Now I had drank some whiskey (no, not that much!), only a little bit. The friend that came over fell asleep during the second last movie, before that point it was just him, Andrew, and I left. Now, they've got a big couch, the kind that's like two couches and sits in the corner. Andrew and I had been sitting on one section all day, and this other guy the other. I'm sure my more faithful readers can see where this is going already. *Sigh* I'm so predictable.
Well, for the ease of watching tv, Andrew ended up kind of leaning over onto my cusion I was sitting on, because that part of the couch is at 90 degree angle from the tv. This in itself was innocent enough, and I hadn't really thought any of it (okay, you know me too well. Hadn't had sex in over a week and all that, of course being close to any good looking male is a bad idea at that time...). Anyways. Yea. At some point I went downstairs to my room and grabbed a blanket, because it was cold upstairs. Stole Andrew's pillow from his room so I could lay back as well. That must've been during a movie break.
When Andrew and I had been just sitting beside eachother, he had been touching me "accidently", finding out if I'd flip on him if he actually made a pass, I suppose. Me, being starved as I was, did nothing. Well, when I had my blanket and pillow, I used Andrew's legs as a foot rest (the guy's 6ft, makes it quite easy). When I put my feet up on him, he put his hand on my thigh. Yea. See? Told you you'd figure out where this was going.
Well, this was more like what I wanted. Had just enough whiskey in me to make me braver (or stupider), but not enough to impair my already screwed judgement. I let him get away with it, and he eventually got a little braver, moving his hands, etc., but staying in more or less "safe" zones. Doubtless the fact he'd heard I had a bf stopped him from being bolder. Well, by the time that movie was over, his friend had fallen asleep on the other part of the couch. Andrew put another movie in, and we more or less curled up together, ended up in the "spooning" position, sharing the pillow and blanket.
Why is it that blankets make guys feel bolder? I guess it kind of makes sense... Kind of. Well, eventually some groping started going on, then, before I'd even thought about it, we were making out. Stupid me again. Man, these posts always end up being really long. Well, things started escalating (go figure!), so Andrew suggested moving to his room. After all, his friend was right there... Heh.
Now, at this point I should've gone downstairs to my room and gone to bed, but when do I ever do what I should? I, being me, followed him. Found another man that knows what to do with his fingers, that's for sure. That is never a good sign in itself. Well, all I can say at this point is at least we didn't end up doing the deed. However, I did make him cum. According to his reaction, another satisfied customer. Yet another whose cock I could deep throat successfully.
Well, I gotta get going. Using his computer right now. He just doesn't know what I'm doing... Heh. The bf showed up today. That was a big suprise. I wasn't expecting him for at least another week. Oh well. I'm not complaining. Last night was little relief for me, but when Pete showed up... I'm sure you can guess. Well, going to go to bed now. Got school in the morning, and I'm exhausted. Have fun.
A bit late...
So I kind of neglected to post much of interest for the past little while. Christmas break was interesting to say the least. My great aunt had several heart attacks and a couple of surgeries, but apparently she's getting better now. My little brother rolled my dad's two year old car on new year's eve. My car needed a ridiculous amount of parts to be replaced. We ended up replacing a cv shaft, three of four wheel bearings, two ball joints, and there was also an engine mount on the Jetta gone. Not to mention the two struts that need to be replaced.
So dad's car was so badly damaged we figured it was written off, so dad had to buy a new car. He ended up buying an '06 white Impala, and he decided that I needed to get another car (I think it was mostly so I'd give my Jetta to the lil bro so he wouldn't need to use dad's new car). He ended up getting me an '01 Cavalier Z24 edition. Nice sparkly red colour. I'll post a pic when I get around to taking one. Only 91,000km on it too, we got it for $8500. Cheap when you consider all the other cars like it everywhere else we looked were about $3000 more than that, for the same car with more km's on it.
Well, that's my Christmas holidays. Kind of not good, but good also. Lost the Jetta with it's 45mpg, and ended up with the cavalier, with 26mpg, but much more power. Oh yea, and it's even got decent brakes! Volkswagens don't. Trust me on this if you've never experienced them. Chevy's always do. I just hate the fact that they're those anti-lock brakes on my car. Those things drive me insane.
Well, school has been going okay. At least one classmate has dropped out. We're finally taking a very practical semester, which is very nice. I hate theory. Already missed one day, it was -50C w/ the windchill, and I didn't want to go out and start my car, so I slept in. That was Friday. That night and last night I hung out with the guys upstairs. Actually, I was upstairs most of yesterday, from the time that Andrew woke me up via some rather distracting bass coming thru my ceiling. He went out to dinner with someone or other, but when he got back I watched him play xbox because my roommate's bf was here, and it's more than a little awkward sitting there with them. It also makes me totally jealous, I guess, because my bf is never here. May as well not exist most of the time, for the amount of time I see him. He was supposed to come visit last week some time, then it was this weekend, but now he's not supposed to be coming till next weekend, and that's a maybe. I sure as hell don't have the time or ambition to drive all the way home for nothing, because he's going to spend his time with his brother and his friends, and not me, if I go visit.
So dad's car was so badly damaged we figured it was written off, so dad had to buy a new car. He ended up buying an '06 white Impala, and he decided that I needed to get another car (I think it was mostly so I'd give my Jetta to the lil bro so he wouldn't need to use dad's new car). He ended up getting me an '01 Cavalier Z24 edition. Nice sparkly red colour. I'll post a pic when I get around to taking one. Only 91,000km on it too, we got it for $8500. Cheap when you consider all the other cars like it everywhere else we looked were about $3000 more than that, for the same car with more km's on it.
Well, that's my Christmas holidays. Kind of not good, but good also. Lost the Jetta with it's 45mpg, and ended up with the cavalier, with 26mpg, but much more power. Oh yea, and it's even got decent brakes! Volkswagens don't. Trust me on this if you've never experienced them. Chevy's always do. I just hate the fact that they're those anti-lock brakes on my car. Those things drive me insane.
Well, school has been going okay. At least one classmate has dropped out. We're finally taking a very practical semester, which is very nice. I hate theory. Already missed one day, it was -50C w/ the windchill, and I didn't want to go out and start my car, so I slept in. That was Friday. That night and last night I hung out with the guys upstairs. Actually, I was upstairs most of yesterday, from the time that Andrew woke me up via some rather distracting bass coming thru my ceiling. He went out to dinner with someone or other, but when he got back I watched him play xbox because my roommate's bf was here, and it's more than a little awkward sitting there with them. It also makes me totally jealous, I guess, because my bf is never here. May as well not exist most of the time, for the amount of time I see him. He was supposed to come visit last week some time, then it was this weekend, but now he's not supposed to be coming till next weekend, and that's a maybe. I sure as hell don't have the time or ambition to drive all the way home for nothing, because he's going to spend his time with his brother and his friends, and not me, if I go visit.
Friday, January 12, 2007
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