It's raining.
This morning when we drove to campus it was hot and humid. There were clouds, but it didnt look overcast.
Then halfway through my ten o'clock, it started pouring. Like torrential downpour would be an accurate word.
And at first, I was like "oh hey, look. Rain." But then I realized (and if you know me well, you'd realize too), what was wrong with that statement.
I Love rain. Like seriously. I am the kind of person who typically jumps for joy when it rains.
So why the lackluster expression?
Because this rain feels like a reflection of me right now. Of my conflict.
This morning I was in a severely irritated/emotional mood. And while I tried to pass it off as tired, I think I secretly (and my roommate secretly) knew the real reason.
This weekend was a send off party for someone I know who is spending the year abroad in London. I guess you could say we have a tumultuous relationship. And it hasn't really been settled. We just can't seem to figure anything out between the two of us. But he's been an important factor n my life.
And while I spent most of saturday night trying to figure out whether or not I should go to his party (I wasn't technically invited but when he tried to talk to me the other day he mentioned I should go). But between the craziness of our relationship and the mixed signals that I have gotten from him pretty much since day 1, I couldn't decide if I could say goodbye.
Saying goodbye meant admitting he was going. And I wasn't sure if it should even be my place (or if I even wanted to) given our relationship. Part of me was worried about his reaction (would he be happy to see me and claim to miss me or would I be laughed at and blown off?). I never know what his reaction is going to be to anything. Another part questioned whether I wanted to say goodbye. Part of me still cares, but another part is fed up and tells me he's not worth the time.
So after debate, friends trying to influence my decision and many tears I didn't go.
Despite being in the same building, I didn't walk down two flights of stairs for a farewell.
People said I needed to for closure or because I would regret it.
But I don't.
Because not saying goodbye gives me the "ignorance is bliss" notion. He can be gone and I can positively muse possible outcomes of what would've been our interactions and whether or not he would've missed me. And I don't have anything to contradict me, because nothing did happen and I will never no.
And to me this is better. It's not regret at all. Regret is "I should have done" blah blah blah.
This is "What if..." or "I wonder if this had happened". With that I don't get hurt. I may not know what is true (honestly who knows if we had interacted if I would've gotten the truth anyway...). But at least I'm not hurt.
I've, for once, been selfish and protected my heart. And while its a little bitter sweet, I'm not thinking "I shouldn't have gone." and I don't have the reminder of a negative reaction or occurrence playing in my head.
Instead I'm riddled with happy "What if's"
Interesting musings for a monday huh.
I'm sorry rain, but for once, I kind of wish you'd go away.
8.22.2010
My oh-so blonde apartment moments and making tough decisions.
I swear if my life were a tv show, people would be curled up in balls on their couch laughing, with their sides hurting from the constant hilarity of the dumb things I do.
Honestly, I don't plan it.
And most of them aren't really dumb persay as my luck is just hilarious and ironic.
For example:
I was hungry the other day and decided to be semi-healthy and make a baked potato. So I cleaned it and poked the holes in it, etc. BUT. When I got to the microwave there was no baked potato button.
Yes I'm spoiled. My microwave at home has a button specifically for baked potatoes.
Well, this didn't deter me. I was like NO FEAR! MAYBE THERE'S INSTRUCTIONS (in a heroic voice...ok no not really).
Nonetheless, I found the instructions on the inner door of the microwave. But yet again, no reference to baked potatoes.
Well Phooey.
So I kind of played it by ear.
Well, potatoes are vegetables.
So I clicked the push vegetables button.
I expected options of the kind.
Nope.
No options. DON'T YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF VEGETABLE YOU'RE COOKING?
Oh well, I thought. But then, it asks me ounces.
Ounces.
First off, what, do I have a scale in my kitchen? How am I supposed to know the ounces of potatoes? I don't even know how to vaguely guess-timate ounces. I could step on a scale with the potato and subtract my weight. Oh wait, no scale, I'm in an apartment, not my actual house.
So I put 5. Because hell if I know the weight of the potato. I can't even look at people and tell you how tall they are. I know a lot of people who can give you an estimate of height and weight by looking at a person. Nope, not me. Everyone looks freaking tall to me.
Needless to say this potato cooking failed and I made mac and cheese instead. Because even I can't screw that up.
(Note: I am actually good at cooking. I'm great with complicated dishes. Just not simple things where I only have to press like, two buttons).
To add to these adventures, I didn't buy a can opener when I went shopping because I was like "Psh, I don't eat anything that comes in cans."
Well, that was half true.
I don't, but some of the ingredients I use in the stuff I make comes in cans. Poo.
So I realize this as I'm cooking one of said dishes. And no can opener.
So after attempts at stabbing can with steak knife and using a box cutter, I finally succeeded.
With a hammer and screwdriver. Because I'm too lazy to return to the store and clearly being barbaric is a better option.
I've also realized that I don't really fall in the list v. no-list fight for shoppers very well. I know a lot of people who go to the store without a list. Some succeed and many go for milk and return with gum and candy instead. I don't do that.
By the same notion, I know people like my mom, who sit at the kitchen table right before they go and make a list without looking in the pantry. And make a very long and efficient one in order of where everything is in the store.
Yeah, I'm not that skilled either.
I make a list and add to it as I think of things.
The problem is I'm not always near said list when I think of things.
So I forgot a trash can, and chilis, and salad mix, and a whole bunch of other stuff.
I must be secretly blonde...oh wait, I am. Hahahah.
In other news, I made a tough choice today/last night. You all know I've mentioned being in something of a quarter life crisis. And I decided to healthily make good choices and try try try to move forward and past it, I must say goodbye too someone I was dearly trying to hold on to. Someone I really care about, albeit probably more than they deserve. We swore we'd try to stay friends but I'm tired of putting the effort forth and feeling like its just on my end that effort as being put. So I bought a small token. Something of a "Good luck abroad, I wish you well but Goodbye you can't be in my life" sort of thing. I don't know what to expect or what this'll do to him. I don't even know what I would do to me on my end. But here's to hoping its what I need.
Honestly, I don't plan it.
And most of them aren't really dumb persay as my luck is just hilarious and ironic.
For example:
I was hungry the other day and decided to be semi-healthy and make a baked potato. So I cleaned it and poked the holes in it, etc. BUT. When I got to the microwave there was no baked potato button.
Yes I'm spoiled. My microwave at home has a button specifically for baked potatoes.
Well, this didn't deter me. I was like NO FEAR! MAYBE THERE'S INSTRUCTIONS (in a heroic voice...ok no not really).
Nonetheless, I found the instructions on the inner door of the microwave. But yet again, no reference to baked potatoes.
Well Phooey.
So I kind of played it by ear.
Well, potatoes are vegetables.
So I clicked the push vegetables button.
I expected options of the kind.
Nope.
No options. DON'T YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF VEGETABLE YOU'RE COOKING?
Oh well, I thought. But then, it asks me ounces.
Ounces.
First off, what, do I have a scale in my kitchen? How am I supposed to know the ounces of potatoes? I don't even know how to vaguely guess-timate ounces. I could step on a scale with the potato and subtract my weight. Oh wait, no scale, I'm in an apartment, not my actual house.
So I put 5. Because hell if I know the weight of the potato. I can't even look at people and tell you how tall they are. I know a lot of people who can give you an estimate of height and weight by looking at a person. Nope, not me. Everyone looks freaking tall to me.
Needless to say this potato cooking failed and I made mac and cheese instead. Because even I can't screw that up.
(Note: I am actually good at cooking. I'm great with complicated dishes. Just not simple things where I only have to press like, two buttons).
To add to these adventures, I didn't buy a can opener when I went shopping because I was like "Psh, I don't eat anything that comes in cans."
Well, that was half true.
I don't, but some of the ingredients I use in the stuff I make comes in cans. Poo.
So I realize this as I'm cooking one of said dishes. And no can opener.
So after attempts at stabbing can with steak knife and using a box cutter, I finally succeeded.
With a hammer and screwdriver. Because I'm too lazy to return to the store and clearly being barbaric is a better option.
I've also realized that I don't really fall in the list v. no-list fight for shoppers very well. I know a lot of people who go to the store without a list. Some succeed and many go for milk and return with gum and candy instead. I don't do that.
By the same notion, I know people like my mom, who sit at the kitchen table right before they go and make a list without looking in the pantry. And make a very long and efficient one in order of where everything is in the store.
Yeah, I'm not that skilled either.
I make a list and add to it as I think of things.
The problem is I'm not always near said list when I think of things.
So I forgot a trash can, and chilis, and salad mix, and a whole bunch of other stuff.
I must be secretly blonde...oh wait, I am. Hahahah.
In other news, I made a tough choice today/last night. You all know I've mentioned being in something of a quarter life crisis. And I decided to healthily make good choices and try try try to move forward and past it, I must say goodbye too someone I was dearly trying to hold on to. Someone I really care about, albeit probably more than they deserve. We swore we'd try to stay friends but I'm tired of putting the effort forth and feeling like its just on my end that effort as being put. So I bought a small token. Something of a "Good luck abroad, I wish you well but Goodbye you can't be in my life" sort of thing. I don't know what to expect or what this'll do to him. I don't even know what I would do to me on my end. But here's to hoping its what I need.
8.17.2010
Having my own place, Why I'm the kind of person who keeps busy and little realizations.
Hi hi blog people. :D
So it's obviously been a while. But here's what you've missed. Or rather why I've missed you.
Firstly, I'm (FINALLY) done with my job. I have the option to go back to it since I'm a seasonal worker, but for now, I'm done. No more.
For those of you who don't know me IRL, all you need to know is I worked in retail, at the clearance center of a high end store (Thus not really clearance-y). And trust me, even the clearance centers of such stores are still pretty ridiculous.
I enjoyed it for the most part, but dear lord did I miss school.
Speaking of which, I'm in HOUSTON, in my OWN apartment (well, I have a roommate, but she hasn't officially moved in/started staying here yet). It's pretty sweet and this is my excitement.
It's sepia because the lighting in this place SUCKS right now. 'Specially because it's night and all and I have lamps on.
Cha.
Anywho. The place isn't entirely furnished yet. Like we have a coffee table for eating on, a tv. I have a bed and desk. But yeah. Still missing things like A COUCH (roomie is supposed to bring that sometime this week). So my butt hurts. Cause I'm writing this on the floor of the dining area next to the tiny poorly stocked kitchen.
I really need to not be broke so I can buy full on groceries. Because I never realized that A. I eat a lot and B. I like variety in my food.
Speaking of things I've never realized, a few have come to my attention.
Like:
1. My last boyfriend had me kind of spoiled. No details on that one sorry.
2. I'm so ridiculously NOT over that one like I thought I was.
3. Thank God for him being abroad all year.
4. I'm more paranoid than I thought.
5. I can get away with a lot more than I thought.
6. Despite considering myself into fashion, I am MISSING a lot of what I would consider essential pieces to a solid outfit. You know, solid v-necks, day dresses, belts, cardigans. The works.
7. I HATE NOT BEING BUSY.
About that last one.
People are always like "OH.EM.GEE You're always so stressed/calm down/do less."
Well, I figured out why I always over-book myself.
I don't know what to do myself when not busy.
Like for serious.
I complained a lot this summer about working full time and not having time for other shit, but I realize it was soo much better than being bored all summer.
Because really all I did today was work out, eat, and try to figure out how to entertain myself via interwebs. And all it's done is make me restless.
So what if when term starts I'm taking 17 hours, am secretary of a club, helping coordinate one of the biggest events on campus, aiming for a 4.0, studying for the GRE, playing intramurals, applying for more scholarships/internships, mentoring underprivledged high-schoolers and volunteering on the side?
Yeah. And looking for a small job.
At least I'm busy. And I enjoy myself.
Today, I tried to bring myself to unpack.
I planned color coordination for my dining room.
I tried to write. But I'm lacking inspiration right now and I can only write so much without knowing where to go with it.
I swept and vacuumed, dusted, and got things ready for when school starts.
I did my yoga, made coffee, got a free coffee, took a walk, and worked out twice.
AND I'm STILL BORED.
It blows.
So all of you guys should come up with projects for me to do (other than finish unpacking), so I can be un-bored.
Toodles.
I'm off to go make a third dinner.
So it's obviously been a while. But here's what you've missed. Or rather why I've missed you.
Firstly, I'm (FINALLY) done with my job. I have the option to go back to it since I'm a seasonal worker, but for now, I'm done. No more.
For those of you who don't know me IRL, all you need to know is I worked in retail, at the clearance center of a high end store (Thus not really clearance-y). And trust me, even the clearance centers of such stores are still pretty ridiculous.
I enjoyed it for the most part, but dear lord did I miss school.
Speaking of which, I'm in HOUSTON, in my OWN apartment (well, I have a roommate, but she hasn't officially moved in/started staying here yet). It's pretty sweet and this is my excitement.
It's sepia because the lighting in this place SUCKS right now. 'Specially because it's night and all and I have lamps on.
Cha.
Anywho. The place isn't entirely furnished yet. Like we have a coffee table for eating on, a tv. I have a bed and desk. But yeah. Still missing things like A COUCH (roomie is supposed to bring that sometime this week). So my butt hurts. Cause I'm writing this on the floor of the dining area next to the tiny poorly stocked kitchen.
I really need to not be broke so I can buy full on groceries. Because I never realized that A. I eat a lot and B. I like variety in my food.
Speaking of things I've never realized, a few have come to my attention.
Like:
1. My last boyfriend had me kind of spoiled. No details on that one sorry.
2. I'm so ridiculously NOT over that one like I thought I was.
3. Thank God for him being abroad all year.
4. I'm more paranoid than I thought.
5. I can get away with a lot more than I thought.
6. Despite considering myself into fashion, I am MISSING a lot of what I would consider essential pieces to a solid outfit. You know, solid v-necks, day dresses, belts, cardigans. The works.
7. I HATE NOT BEING BUSY.
About that last one.
People are always like "OH.EM.GEE You're always so stressed/calm down/do less."
Well, I figured out why I always over-book myself.
I don't know what to do myself when not busy.
Like for serious.
I complained a lot this summer about working full time and not having time for other shit, but I realize it was soo much better than being bored all summer.
Because really all I did today was work out, eat, and try to figure out how to entertain myself via interwebs. And all it's done is make me restless.
So what if when term starts I'm taking 17 hours, am secretary of a club, helping coordinate one of the biggest events on campus, aiming for a 4.0, studying for the GRE, playing intramurals, applying for more scholarships/internships, mentoring underprivledged high-schoolers and volunteering on the side?
Yeah. And looking for a small job.
At least I'm busy. And I enjoy myself.
Today, I tried to bring myself to unpack.
I planned color coordination for my dining room.
I tried to write. But I'm lacking inspiration right now and I can only write so much without knowing where to go with it.
I swept and vacuumed, dusted, and got things ready for when school starts.
I did my yoga, made coffee, got a free coffee, took a walk, and worked out twice.
AND I'm STILL BORED.
It blows.
So all of you guys should come up with projects for me to do (other than finish unpacking), so I can be un-bored.
Toodles.
I'm off to go make a third dinner.
8.04.2010
Why it's a bad idea to give me three days off, an undying hole in my pocket from thrift stores and moving.
From Here
So...
I haven't worked since Sunday.
A-a-a-and, its kind of killing me.
Because I know know know that when I go back, it's going to kill me. Like, maybe literally. Because my feet may fall off and if one more customer is rude to me, I might retaliate and the secret service of high-end retail stores will shoot me down...
Ok. Maybe I have an overactive imagination. But seriously, as much as I don't mind my job, and am lucky to have one in this economy, I'm tired of it. I need out. At least 'til Christmas.
In these three days, I've cooked, cleaned,packed, prepped, worked out, studied, wrote and designed. The free-time has kind of been great.
So I'm not looking forward to giving that up. Plus I leave in almost a week.
Yes. I'm moving back to H-Town for a new school year. And since it's my junior year, like all other juniors I've been kicked off campus. So APARTMENT TIME. I'm looking forward to it. More freedom, more fun, more room.
More clothes.
Oh. Lets not forget. So I went to Buffalo Exchange (a exchange/thrift store with multiple locales), for the first time in months on Monday. I love the Houston Buffalo (Not that Dallas's place is bad, but Houston is just bigger and has more of a selection). But I'm finding that every time I walk in there I spend a LOT. Like $50+ (a lot because I'm a poor college student and this is my personal money and not my parents' money). But I got cute things like a green retro-ish dress, new shorts and cute giraffe-print heels! Valorie went with me and got some great dresses too. :D
Yeah. The two of us + thrift stores = $$$$. Maybe we have issues.
Nah. ;)
7.06.2010
The (many) types of boys every girl needs to experience. Things that are codes. Why we shouldn't talk about sex after giving me sugar.
So I have the best (and weirdest) conversations with my friends.
My friend Katie (who doesn't have a blog, thus I can't link her...gr.) and I were on the way home from getting smoothies today when a commercial came on. And it was all "not a dating group, but the number one singles community activity center" blah-de-blah, etc etc. Well, we hadn't quite understood what exactly it was advertising but Katie was like "That sounds stupid. Singles activity center?"
And I said, "It's code for some sort of kinky sex encounter camp. And I'm talking really kinky sex, like shit I wouldn't even do."
Well needless to say that earned me a "WTF Cyndi?" look. People always give me those looks. I don't get it.
Regardless, we decided to come up with the kinky things this sex camp would entail. And exactly how hot these boys would have to be for us to do these things. That was when Katie began saying that as much as she likes her boyfriend, she kind of wishes she could have a good experience with a guy THAT hot. Like, lick something off his abs worthy hot.
Well normally I try to make my friends feel better about that sort of thing but not wanting to lie I was like "Yeah. That one was nice."
Well Katie expressed her wish to experience such a thing and I told her "Yeah, I think that's one on the list of those guys every girl should experience before settling down."
To which she was like "There's a whole list?"
Now here's where this blog comes in. I always assumed most girls know or felt like there was a general consensus to the types of guys they should try and experience at some point in life, even if only in the form of a crush or a fling. But I'm starting to think I might be in a minority in this delusion. So if you've never heard this before, sit back, read, enjoy and comment. If you agree, feel free to comment and add your own experiences (or your own types of guys). But without further ado, here's my list of the types of guys a girl should encounter/experience for a sense of romantic experience and completion in her life.
The PRETTY BOY
The pretty boy is pretty self explanatory (no pun intended...ok, maybe a little). He's a classically good looking guy who has a tendency (unintentionally or not) to get by based on the fact that he is, indeed, pretty. He's the kind of guy most girls have a their first crush on (often before they even know the meaning of the word crush). But often, he's not much more fun beyond being something good to look at. Like really really good to look at. The physical attraction, all there. Everything else, not. But hey, every girl needs a decent physical relationship to get her started before settling down.
The BAD boy
The boy your mama always warned you about. He smokes/does drugs/drinks/parties/all the above. He might dress dark, be anti-establishment, have an arrest record and drive a harley. He'll probably try to talk you into things you've never dreamt of. And even succeed, because hell, he's charming. Is he misunderstood, or secretly good? You might like to think so. But chances are he isn't going to get any better.
Enjoy the experience and move on honey, because later on when you see him, he'll be working at 7/11 while you pump up your pretty fancy sports car with your successful future husband.
The SENSITIVE SOUL
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He's a writer. Or an artist of some sort. Maybe a musician He wears sweater vests or hipster clothes and believes in true undying love. He probably listens to indie music and you might find him at a coffee shop or at an artsy film. And he definitely will write you poetry at some point. He's sweet and a dreamer, but he's prone to being driven by his emotions. Especially if he's tied to his art. Chances are he'll have phases of moods between being in love with you and life to being devastated, depressed, moody or pissed. He's bad with deadlines. And he probably can't pay his bills. Work is hard to come by but he's convinced he's good enough, when he probably isn't. You'll enjoy his sweet sentiments for a while. But when you start footing the bill and playing second love to his art, he's got to go. Don't worry, even if you see his name in the newspaper someday, you'll probably still end up happier than he is.
The ARROGANT ASSHOLE
He's a douchebag. There's no other way to describe him. And he probably has no real reason to be one. Sure, he's probably attractive and vaguely good at something. But not good enough to act the way he does. And yet somehow he magically gets away with it. Imagine that. For some reason, despite the way he treats you, how much of a jerk he is and the way he acts around people in general, you are so into him. He'll probably push you around and be the one to break your heart. But in the end, he'll probably end up alone with no realization that he ended up missing out. Because he's too into himself to know the difference. Oh well, at least you can say, been there, done that.
The MAMA'S BOY
So maybe he doesn't quite live at home with his mom. And they do say you can judge how a guy will treat you by how he treats his mother. But this boy is ridiculous. She probably still dresses him or buys his clothes. And he won't do much of anything without her approval. She'll trump any plans you have and his opinion is whatever hers is. It may be cute at first but that relationship there is needy and unhealthy. He may be sweet, but you do want a relationship between two people, not three, right?
The ALPHA MALE
He's tough, king of dreamy. Maybe he played football. He never makes you pay or lift a finger. But he's over the top. He's jealous. He treats you like you're delicate. But everything's for his baby, right? In the end you're probably his arm candy , free to show off. but at the cost of losing your freedom, independence, and the ability to do something for yourself. There's not much benefit to dating this kind of boy, but hey, its a learning experience.
The PLAYER
He's CHUCK BASS.
Ok, no, maybe not. But he's charming and he knows what to say. He's attractive, dresses well and is cultured. He also flirts with everyone in existence. Be wary of this boy. He may be good looking and show you a good time, but he also shows every other girl he runs into a good time. He'll probably cheat on you, on a date or as a couple. But every girl needs a chuck bass at some point. He'll show you fun, but also what to watch out for and what you don't want. He'll break your heart but you'll come back stronger. In the end his playboy ways will probably lose him everything. But they'll teach you all you need to know.
The NERD / GEEK
He's probably cute in a sort of unfortunate way. And you know it took him a lot of courage to ask you out. So you took a chance and said yes. Maybe it was pity at first. He turned out to be a pretty good guy, despite his weird and or obsessive hobbies. So maybe he isn't socially apt. But he keeps up with your birthday, tries to provide for you and altogether means well. This is the kind of boy you might end up with. Or maybe not. Regardless, he shows you a good time. And he teaches you to have standards. And that things aren't always what you expect.
The BORDERLINE GAY GUY/ GAY BEST FRIEND
So he's cute but femininely so. He probably takes longer to get ready than you do. And gives you skin or hair tips. He'll come out eventually. And when he does you'll only be slightly surprised. Don't worry. This'll become your gay best friend. Embrace him. He's worth keeping around. ;)
*author's note:
This is a lot of boys. And a lot of stereotypes. Is it sad that I've had almost all of them? don't worry girls. You may not get to them all. Remember these next time you have a rough rejection/ break up. And remember, you'll meet Mr. Right eventually.
My friend Katie (who doesn't have a blog, thus I can't link her...gr.) and I were on the way home from getting smoothies today when a commercial came on. And it was all "not a dating group, but the number one singles community activity center" blah-de-blah, etc etc. Well, we hadn't quite understood what exactly it was advertising but Katie was like "That sounds stupid. Singles activity center?"
And I said, "It's code for some sort of kinky sex encounter camp. And I'm talking really kinky sex, like shit I wouldn't even do."
Well needless to say that earned me a "WTF Cyndi?" look. People always give me those looks. I don't get it.
Regardless, we decided to come up with the kinky things this sex camp would entail. And exactly how hot these boys would have to be for us to do these things. That was when Katie began saying that as much as she likes her boyfriend, she kind of wishes she could have a good experience with a guy THAT hot. Like, lick something off his abs worthy hot.
Well normally I try to make my friends feel better about that sort of thing but not wanting to lie I was like "Yeah. That one was nice."
Well Katie expressed her wish to experience such a thing and I told her "Yeah, I think that's one on the list of those guys every girl should experience before settling down."
To which she was like "There's a whole list?"
Now here's where this blog comes in. I always assumed most girls know or felt like there was a general consensus to the types of guys they should try and experience at some point in life, even if only in the form of a crush or a fling. But I'm starting to think I might be in a minority in this delusion. So if you've never heard this before, sit back, read, enjoy and comment. If you agree, feel free to comment and add your own experiences (or your own types of guys). But without further ado, here's my list of the types of guys a girl should encounter/experience for a sense of romantic experience and completion in her life.
The PRETTY BOY
The pretty boy is pretty self explanatory (no pun intended...ok, maybe a little). He's a classically good looking guy who has a tendency (unintentionally or not) to get by based on the fact that he is, indeed, pretty. He's the kind of guy most girls have a their first crush on (often before they even know the meaning of the word crush). But often, he's not much more fun beyond being something good to look at. Like really really good to look at. The physical attraction, all there. Everything else, not. But hey, every girl needs a decent physical relationship to get her started before settling down.
The BAD boy
The boy your mama always warned you about. He smokes/does drugs/drinks/parties/all the above. He might dress dark, be anti-establishment, have an arrest record and drive a harley. He'll probably try to talk you into things you've never dreamt of. And even succeed, because hell, he's charming. Is he misunderstood, or secretly good? You might like to think so. But chances are he isn't going to get any better.
Enjoy the experience and move on honey, because later on when you see him, he'll be working at 7/11 while you pump up your pretty fancy sports car with your successful future husband.
The SENSITIVE SOUL
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He's a writer. Or an artist of some sort. Maybe a musician He wears sweater vests or hipster clothes and believes in true undying love. He probably listens to indie music and you might find him at a coffee shop or at an artsy film. And he definitely will write you poetry at some point. He's sweet and a dreamer, but he's prone to being driven by his emotions. Especially if he's tied to his art. Chances are he'll have phases of moods between being in love with you and life to being devastated, depressed, moody or pissed. He's bad with deadlines. And he probably can't pay his bills. Work is hard to come by but he's convinced he's good enough, when he probably isn't. You'll enjoy his sweet sentiments for a while. But when you start footing the bill and playing second love to his art, he's got to go. Don't worry, even if you see his name in the newspaper someday, you'll probably still end up happier than he is.
The ARROGANT ASSHOLE
He's a douchebag. There's no other way to describe him. And he probably has no real reason to be one. Sure, he's probably attractive and vaguely good at something. But not good enough to act the way he does. And yet somehow he magically gets away with it. Imagine that. For some reason, despite the way he treats you, how much of a jerk he is and the way he acts around people in general, you are so into him. He'll probably push you around and be the one to break your heart. But in the end, he'll probably end up alone with no realization that he ended up missing out. Because he's too into himself to know the difference. Oh well, at least you can say, been there, done that.
The MAMA'S BOY
So maybe he doesn't quite live at home with his mom. And they do say you can judge how a guy will treat you by how he treats his mother. But this boy is ridiculous. She probably still dresses him or buys his clothes. And he won't do much of anything without her approval. She'll trump any plans you have and his opinion is whatever hers is. It may be cute at first but that relationship there is needy and unhealthy. He may be sweet, but you do want a relationship between two people, not three, right?
The ALPHA MALE
He's tough, king of dreamy. Maybe he played football. He never makes you pay or lift a finger. But he's over the top. He's jealous. He treats you like you're delicate. But everything's for his baby, right? In the end you're probably his arm candy , free to show off. but at the cost of losing your freedom, independence, and the ability to do something for yourself. There's not much benefit to dating this kind of boy, but hey, its a learning experience.
The PLAYER
He's CHUCK BASS.
Ok, no, maybe not. But he's charming and he knows what to say. He's attractive, dresses well and is cultured. He also flirts with everyone in existence. Be wary of this boy. He may be good looking and show you a good time, but he also shows every other girl he runs into a good time. He'll probably cheat on you, on a date or as a couple. But every girl needs a chuck bass at some point. He'll show you fun, but also what to watch out for and what you don't want. He'll break your heart but you'll come back stronger. In the end his playboy ways will probably lose him everything. But they'll teach you all you need to know.
The NERD / GEEK
He's probably cute in a sort of unfortunate way. And you know it took him a lot of courage to ask you out. So you took a chance and said yes. Maybe it was pity at first. He turned out to be a pretty good guy, despite his weird and or obsessive hobbies. So maybe he isn't socially apt. But he keeps up with your birthday, tries to provide for you and altogether means well. This is the kind of boy you might end up with. Or maybe not. Regardless, he shows you a good time. And he teaches you to have standards. And that things aren't always what you expect.
The BORDERLINE GAY GUY/ GAY BEST FRIEND
So he's cute but femininely so. He probably takes longer to get ready than you do. And gives you skin or hair tips. He'll come out eventually. And when he does you'll only be slightly surprised. Don't worry. This'll become your gay best friend. Embrace him. He's worth keeping around. ;)
*author's note:
This is a lot of boys. And a lot of stereotypes. Is it sad that I've had almost all of them? don't worry girls. You may not get to them all. Remember these next time you have a rough rejection/ break up. And remember, you'll meet Mr. Right eventually.
6.12.2010
A Super Smexy List
So one of my besties in the whole wide world, Valorie, over from On The Pursuit of Life, Liberty and happiness, tagged me in this little "Plastic Joy" thing. So basically I get to tell you all about my desired sexual escapades with people who don't exist (though I'd be more than happy to take on real life counterparts ;] )
Anywho, I'll save you all the numerous double entendres I could totally come up with here and just list my five dream boy toys.
From here.
5. Kyo Sohma from Fruits Basket.
Yes. I realize he's an anime character. And typically I'm not into gingers. But if this boy were real I'd be beyond into him. First of all, he's a martial artist, so that means he's got a good build. Muscular and tones without being bulky. :) Added to that, despite the fact that he's shy around girls (namely he just doesn't know how to react), he's a very charismatic and caring person. He's also hardworking and passionate. And well, we all know what that means.
From here
4. Jefferson Smith from Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
In my all time favorite movie the oh-so classy Jimmy Stewart plays Jefferson Smith, newly elected junior senator of an unnamed state. So why a politician? Because Smith is the young idealistic and "naive" politician who refuses to give up his ideals despite abuse from the senior senator of his state and excessive slander by a tammany hall style boss. His passion for his cause and his morals (and the fact that he's good with kids) makes him perfect.
3. the "bad boys" Jesse St. James and Chuck Bass
So I have a thing for bad boys. And I honestly couldn't pick between these two? Hmmm.... threesome? Hahahaha. Both are stylish and talented. Glee's Jesse St. James is an amazing performer and Chuck Bass of Gossip Girl is a businessman of his own making. So maybe they're both a little edgy and conniving. They're not the picture of morality by any means. Jesse goes undercover (albeit originally for the sake of his coach) and does not hesitate to break Rachel's heart/or spirit before the regional competition. And Chuck isn't beneath using anyone, even the woman he's in love with, to get what he wants. These are men full of desire. So maybe it'd be heartless, and even meaningless. But hell, it certainly makes things more interesting. And more fun.
2. Kevin Doyle of 27 dresses
Smart, cynical and sexy, with dark hair and dreamy eyes, he can totally rock the sweater vest and suit jacket-tshirt combo like no other. Also a writer and coffee lover with an impish sense of humor, need to know the truth, love for karaoke (or at least Bennie and the Jets)and hatred of weddings. Really who could ask for more? Talk about my dream boy...
1. Dean Winchester from Supernatural
Gah. He's soooooo sexy. Like rip my clothes off right now if he showed up sexy. Like dark, disturbed and brooding sexy. Like clever, snarky and funny. A little arrogant a lot of badass. Like saving the world with guns and epic badassery sexy. Yes. I am that into him. sexy sexy sexy sexy WANT.
I pity my future husband because he probably can't claim he prevented the apocalypse like this sexy boy.
My god I have it bad.
Anywho, I'll save you all the numerous double entendres I could totally come up with here and just list my five dream boy toys.
From here.
5. Kyo Sohma from Fruits Basket.
Yes. I realize he's an anime character. And typically I'm not into gingers. But if this boy were real I'd be beyond into him. First of all, he's a martial artist, so that means he's got a good build. Muscular and tones without being bulky. :) Added to that, despite the fact that he's shy around girls (namely he just doesn't know how to react), he's a very charismatic and caring person. He's also hardworking and passionate. And well, we all know what that means.
From here
4. Jefferson Smith from Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
In my all time favorite movie the oh-so classy Jimmy Stewart plays Jefferson Smith, newly elected junior senator of an unnamed state. So why a politician? Because Smith is the young idealistic and "naive" politician who refuses to give up his ideals despite abuse from the senior senator of his state and excessive slander by a tammany hall style boss. His passion for his cause and his morals (and the fact that he's good with kids) makes him perfect.
3. the "bad boys" Jesse St. James and Chuck Bass
So I have a thing for bad boys. And I honestly couldn't pick between these two? Hmmm.... threesome? Hahahaha. Both are stylish and talented. Glee's Jesse St. James is an amazing performer and Chuck Bass of Gossip Girl is a businessman of his own making. So maybe they're both a little edgy and conniving. They're not the picture of morality by any means. Jesse goes undercover (albeit originally for the sake of his coach) and does not hesitate to break Rachel's heart/or spirit before the regional competition. And Chuck isn't beneath using anyone, even the woman he's in love with, to get what he wants. These are men full of desire. So maybe it'd be heartless, and even meaningless. But hell, it certainly makes things more interesting. And more fun.
2. Kevin Doyle of 27 dresses
Smart, cynical and sexy, with dark hair and dreamy eyes, he can totally rock the sweater vest and suit jacket-tshirt combo like no other. Also a writer and coffee lover with an impish sense of humor, need to know the truth, love for karaoke (or at least Bennie and the Jets)and hatred of weddings. Really who could ask for more? Talk about my dream boy...
1. Dean Winchester from Supernatural
Gah. He's soooooo sexy. Like rip my clothes off right now if he showed up sexy. Like dark, disturbed and brooding sexy. Like clever, snarky and funny. A little arrogant a lot of badass. Like saving the world with guns and epic badassery sexy. Yes. I am that into him. sexy sexy sexy sexy WANT.
I pity my future husband because he probably can't claim he prevented the apocalypse like this sexy boy.
My god I have it bad.
6.01.2010
I feel like this a lot lately
"I'm like Tinkerbell Finn, I need applause to live."- Rachel Berry, Glee
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