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Sunday, 22 November 2009

Quite some time, huh?
Tomorrow is my 21st Birthday. I plan to utilize my time off work to decorate my house in black streamers and black balloons (maybe red ribbon as well). I'm making white cupcakes with black lettering and pink outlining. The theme is going to be that of a Tim Burton style. Tomorrow is really just a preview of my actual party which will be held next month in which I plan to go all out with that theme. Any suggestions please feel free to let me know.
Other than the big 2-1 (woot.) I'm working two jobs (both in my liking).

aaaand if Jon reads this, Hi jonathan :) (full name; always)

Thursday, 03 September 2009

My 16 year old dog died today.

Tuesday, 01 September 2009

xyz green for envy
Setting: Laying in bed. Wife beater and boxers. 6:00 am. Classic.

This evening I went out to the citie's club. Before I go any further I'm going to say that I haven't been there in a few months because I don't like going there. Some reasons are as follows:
- I feel way more self conscious of how I look when I go there. You know, "how's my hair?"or "do I look good?"
- My friends usually always disappear and I'm left there standing on the dance floor with myself.
- The guys that also go there are really stuck up and make me feel like an ugly person.
Nevertheless, I go. One of my old friends has her own show there now. It's basically a talent show, except she runs it. It was hilarious tonight. I had a blast. So why did I even down it in the bullets above? READ ON.

I added this guy on MySpace. For the sake of keeping his identity safe I'll call him "X". Aaaand I'm going to refer to myself as Y. X and I were talking about the normal things that newly met people do. X mentioned that he plays piano and sings at the club that I had gone to this evening. Has everything clicked together yet? If not READ ON.

I went to that God forsaken club to see him play the piano and sing. Why would I attempt to start talking to this guy? Well I guess "why" isn't a question that you'd be asking unless you really knew me. I'll keep this short. I don't date, I don't do relationships, I don't to dates, I don't do anything with anyone else because I don't feel like putting so much effort into someone when I know I'm not compatible with someone else
So I get there and see some old friends. I nonchalantly ask one friend if he has seen the piano boy or if he even knows who I'm talking about. FAST FORWARD.
As I'm looking around for X in the crowd I see him sitting next to.. dun dun dun... Z! (this guys I dislike so much) That dirty slimy Z! I lost my breath. Who knows what they've done. Z contributed to the break up of my FIRST relationship. OF COURSE Z already knows X and has his arm around him. FUCK THAT.
The most downing part of this is that I literally told myself before I went to that club that if I don't go that I may loose out on meeting a great guy and that maaaybe we'd hit it off.
I guess I can't have my bitching rod AND my sympathy party.... I did end up meeting X after all. He played the "do I know you?" on me after I shook his hand. I mean come on, like he didn't check out my pictures when he added me on MySpace. I knew he knew who I was from the start. Why else did he HAPPEN to be around the areas that I was?

Anyways I guess I'll see if it goes anywhere. I'm not making any kind of first move via the net. If he's with Z then WHAT EVER.

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

I'm moody

It's that time of month apparently...
I'm listening to Cascada - Evacuate the dance floor.
I've been having up and down moods for the past two weeks. It's not as abnormal that things are irritating me more than usual. . . the abnormal part is that I'm like striving to get in contact with these two girls in specific from high school that I used to sort of talk to and hung out with a couple times. When I think of them, I feel like there's a missed friendship between the three of us. I've been watching Paris Hiltons British Best Friend TV show (LOL)

Glamour
Smashbox
Fruity Colors
Metallic eyeshadow

What ever.
I'm infected by the sound.

Friday, 24 July 2009

What are YOU good for?

I'm sitting in my room listening to "moon and moon (two suns)" by Bat For Lashes.
My fan is blowing a chill breeze over my way. I think the songs fits the scenario.

I've noticed there are some people who constantly try to talk to me/hang out with me/even date me, and there are others that I do the same to. I often get the "The ones I like don't like me, and I don't like the ones that do like me" line through my head. But aside from that I also noticed that there are people that will take my advice to the fullest extent and there are other ones that wont think twice about my advice. Taking a step back even further from the observation, I notice that I seem to serve as a purpose for everyone I come into contact with, as well all do. What are you good for? What is your purpose to those you come into contact with?
This isn't as profound as I wish it were. It may just be a "duurr" realization.

~Spoke wtih someone I normally wouldn't hear a word from this evening.
()--Sort of where this idea blog came from--()