So I'm sacred. It seems like dejavu.
I'm now parking at the house. The Pres is inviting me to social gatherings. and we both study now
Return from the Tourney
So, I never thought I could get into Volleyball, but I guess you learn something new everyday.
My Sis, is the captain of her Club, so I guess as a supportive Big Sister, it is my role to play, head cheerleader--a role, I found I was quite suited for.
SIDE OUT, GET THE ACE, TAKE THE KILL, and THE 25 Belongs To US, were all expressions I had never used before, but all seemed to be projecting fom my mouth at very high octives.
It was good times. --Not so good times, were the parents, bad ref calls, and cute boy that travelled with them being engaged. Awww, lets sigh! Awww... Okay, we're over it. :)
Speaking of cute El Paso ness--J WHERE ARE YOU!!!! Ring wearer, you around? hit that boy will you.
It's called a phone, pay the bill and use it.
Hee hee.
Oh, prophet called boys and girls. Yes. Mr. Navy himself will be gracing the New Mexico landscape with his presence mid April. Which means, drinking, drinking, and lets see, more drinking. Clothing and running into glass doors is optional.
Other men traveling to see mua. Mr. Marine will be coming down for his Spring Break, one week before mine, but ooh, fun times :)
What else? Presidents day tommorrow. Do we know what that means?
NO WORK!!!! ONE DAY. NO five year olds! can you believe it?
Ieah, I lie. I love my job. Speaking of which...I'm gonna end up adopting a famous NASCAR drivers kid.
Yeah, I'm not kidding. I love this boy. Little kid. Blonde, blue eyes. Takes after his dads good looks. Son of a millionaire, but he hugs me each morning. I think I see him more than his parents combined.
I think I'm gonna write to them and be like, "Hey, I love your son...can you buy me a house--no mansion needed--so that I can take care of him? Give me one of your cars so that we can go to and from school, and just enough money so that we can eat and watch movies. oh and will go see you in the 500, but can you get us VIP's, your son doesn't do well with noise, thanks."
Yeah, I keep telling myself, I can't just go adopting famous race car families kids.
LOL--go figure, I can't date a racer, but, I can have the son of one fall in love with me. Ha ha.
Anything else? Sorority-ness is working better than ever. I'm reaching my full potential as a leader, despite some problematic ish. But far better than the rest of the Greek Community, I hear. For all of ya'll, and thanks to the Facebook, their might be quite a bit of you that have access to this now, take care of yourselves and your community. I'll pray for ya'll. It's a ruff world out there, and insurance is a bitch after lawsuit.
Ay mas? hmmmm.....in Greek related events, The Ex's little bro, will actually be a Little Boy in Blue. Congrats to him and the fraternity that got him. LOL. He gives you all some good karma.
Hmmm. Greek week round the corner, and blah.
I've decided I'm gonna go the gym without my housemates. They suck and never go, so BOO on them. I finally lost my "married weight" and I aint about to get it back. :-P
hmmm. lets go down the list
Education: yeah I go to class
Money: hey I have a savings, who'd uv thunk it
/\: 3 to 4 prospectives, and I couldn't be happier on the selection
Social life: haha, yeah I have one
Love Life: um. yeah. to be continued...
AND NOW INCOMING PHONE CALL
NATIONAL PRESIDENT:: CONSIDER MY CHOPS BUSTED HAHA!
YEAH, YOU LADIES ARE MEAN!!!!
What else? nothing i got time for, as I need to meet my National President: ttfn
My Sis, is the captain of her Club, so I guess as a supportive Big Sister, it is my role to play, head cheerleader--a role, I found I was quite suited for.
SIDE OUT, GET THE ACE, TAKE THE KILL, and THE 25 Belongs To US, were all expressions I had never used before, but all seemed to be projecting fom my mouth at very high octives.
It was good times. --Not so good times, were the parents, bad ref calls, and cute boy that travelled with them being engaged. Awww, lets sigh! Awww... Okay, we're over it. :)
Speaking of cute El Paso ness--J WHERE ARE YOU!!!! Ring wearer, you around? hit that boy will you.
It's called a phone, pay the bill and use it.
Hee hee.
Oh, prophet called boys and girls. Yes. Mr. Navy himself will be gracing the New Mexico landscape with his presence mid April. Which means, drinking, drinking, and lets see, more drinking. Clothing and running into glass doors is optional.
Other men traveling to see mua. Mr. Marine will be coming down for his Spring Break, one week before mine, but ooh, fun times :)
What else? Presidents day tommorrow. Do we know what that means?
NO WORK!!!! ONE DAY. NO five year olds! can you believe it?
Ieah, I lie. I love my job. Speaking of which...I'm gonna end up adopting a famous NASCAR drivers kid.
Yeah, I'm not kidding. I love this boy. Little kid. Blonde, blue eyes. Takes after his dads good looks. Son of a millionaire, but he hugs me each morning. I think I see him more than his parents combined.
I think I'm gonna write to them and be like, "Hey, I love your son...can you buy me a house--no mansion needed--so that I can take care of him? Give me one of your cars so that we can go to and from school, and just enough money so that we can eat and watch movies. oh and will go see you in the 500, but can you get us VIP's, your son doesn't do well with noise, thanks."
Yeah, I keep telling myself, I can't just go adopting famous race car families kids.
LOL--go figure, I can't date a racer, but, I can have the son of one fall in love with me. Ha ha.
Anything else? Sorority-ness is working better than ever. I'm reaching my full potential as a leader, despite some problematic ish. But far better than the rest of the Greek Community, I hear. For all of ya'll, and thanks to the Facebook, their might be quite a bit of you that have access to this now, take care of yourselves and your community. I'll pray for ya'll. It's a ruff world out there, and insurance is a bitch after lawsuit.
Ay mas? hmmmm.....in Greek related events, The Ex's little bro, will actually be a Little Boy in Blue. Congrats to him and the fraternity that got him. LOL. He gives you all some good karma.
Hmmm. Greek week round the corner, and blah.
I've decided I'm gonna go the gym without my housemates. They suck and never go, so BOO on them. I finally lost my "married weight" and I aint about to get it back. :-P
hmmm. lets go down the list
Education: yeah I go to class
Money: hey I have a savings, who'd uv thunk it
/\: 3 to 4 prospectives, and I couldn't be happier on the selection
Social life: haha, yeah I have one
Love Life: um. yeah. to be continued...
AND NOW INCOMING PHONE CALL
NATIONAL PRESIDENT:: CONSIDER MY CHOPS BUSTED HAHA!
YEAH, YOU LADIES ARE MEAN!!!!
What else? nothing i got time for, as I need to meet my National President: ttfn
Edit Much
At my sister's volleyball tournament. She's score keeping, so it's okay if I write.
As a matter of fact, I should. Life is so fun and interesting.
Especially lately.
Now, this is going to be all over the place, but here it goes. :)
So, last night as per EVERY FRIDAY night, we're at the Brick.
So common is this, I know the bartender by name.
He always adds a little more, and in gratitude he is well tipped and provided with drinks by my hospitality. :)
So...At the brick with 2 minutes to drink at happy hour prices. (No sense buying drinks at full price when you can get them for 2 dollars.) I buy three rounds in advance-- a common Friday night practice Mr. Bartender introduced me into.
So, again... at the Brick. Liquor purchased, and life is good. Then, for the second time this week as I am re-asserting my ability to live ~single, happy, and non dependent on Him~ I see yet another Boy in Blue!!!
This time; none other than Someone i've been dying to catch up with.
Alas. Like the night just before he too is accompanied by a female.
Now, learning from Thursday I choose not to approach or greet.
Here's the story and the lesson learned:
Just the night before, I'm out at some GHETTO bar --praying no one will recognize me. I'm doing well, and with bills dropped and smiles exchanged at Security, the line that was 100+ people long and a 2 hour wait is suddenly shortened, disregarded or just simply ignored for the crew that I'm rolling with.
NICE-- to say the least.
So as I'm "Showing them how I do it" and "Backing my a$$ in to it," across the floor I catch a familiar eye. I walk over to show my remembrance and luv.
No sooner than I'm exchanging hello's and how've you beens than girl and her friend approach me.
The "who are you?" and "what are you doing talking to my man" look is given. And her being a big girl, yeah I'm scarred.
I explain, I'm an old house mate of long ago and how in a different life I was a friend of Her mans Fraternity house. I explain, "I love these boys" --I relay to Boy in Blue --9, that my numbers the same, I wish them all my love, and that if they need ANYTHING, they've always got me. Hugs were exchanged, and under the watchful eye of Big girl, I made my way to the dance floor, remembering how much I once felt like a family....Awww, lets all sigh now....
So there it is. Moral of the story: you can't go talking to boys you once knew...
In recent related events, got my stalker still keeping in touch.
Trip to clovis was bomb.
Winner of the hot body contest came and gave me his number, which was cute. Courage-- the dog? Brothers were sloppy over me. That was cute and "DISTURBING."
So back to this week...Jamaican boy wanted me at ghetto club on Thursday. Friday, I was being harassed by localness. I guess its good to know I'm still attractive to some.
Speaking of hottness: hot men at the volley tourn I'm at now, and I mean-- damn Gina.
If I didn't leave this morning at 3 this morning shuddering from utter satisfaction, I might be tempted.
Fact of the matter though, I'm about to pass out from exhaustion. My hair is still tangled...lol.
Besides, apparently-- despite this being an open relationship--as he bit my lower lip he made it a point to mention : "These belong to me."
Yeah, honey. They do--Along with my heart. Too bad He won't take ownership over that.
As a matter of fact, I should. Life is so fun and interesting.
Especially lately.
Now, this is going to be all over the place, but here it goes. :)
So, last night as per EVERY FRIDAY night, we're at the Brick.
So common is this, I know the bartender by name.
He always adds a little more, and in gratitude he is well tipped and provided with drinks by my hospitality. :)
So...At the brick with 2 minutes to drink at happy hour prices. (No sense buying drinks at full price when you can get them for 2 dollars.) I buy three rounds in advance-- a common Friday night practice Mr. Bartender introduced me into.
So, again... at the Brick. Liquor purchased, and life is good. Then, for the second time this week as I am re-asserting my ability to live ~single, happy, and non dependent on Him~ I see yet another Boy in Blue!!!
This time; none other than Someone i've been dying to catch up with.
Alas. Like the night just before he too is accompanied by a female.
Now, learning from Thursday I choose not to approach or greet.
Here's the story and the lesson learned:
Just the night before, I'm out at some GHETTO bar --praying no one will recognize me. I'm doing well, and with bills dropped and smiles exchanged at Security, the line that was 100+ people long and a 2 hour wait is suddenly shortened, disregarded or just simply ignored for the crew that I'm rolling with.
NICE-- to say the least.
So as I'm "Showing them how I do it" and "Backing my a$$ in to it," across the floor I catch a familiar eye. I walk over to show my remembrance and luv.
No sooner than I'm exchanging hello's and how've you beens than girl and her friend approach me.
The "who are you?" and "what are you doing talking to my man" look is given. And her being a big girl, yeah I'm scarred.
I explain, I'm an old house mate of long ago and how in a different life I was a friend of Her mans Fraternity house. I explain, "I love these boys" --I relay to Boy in Blue --9, that my numbers the same, I wish them all my love, and that if they need ANYTHING, they've always got me. Hugs were exchanged, and under the watchful eye of Big girl, I made my way to the dance floor, remembering how much I once felt like a family....Awww, lets all sigh now....
So there it is. Moral of the story: you can't go talking to boys you once knew...
In recent related events, got my stalker still keeping in touch.
Trip to clovis was bomb.
Winner of the hot body contest came and gave me his number, which was cute. Courage-- the dog? Brothers were sloppy over me. That was cute and "DISTURBING."
So back to this week...Jamaican boy wanted me at ghetto club on Thursday. Friday, I was being harassed by localness. I guess its good to know I'm still attractive to some.
Speaking of hottness: hot men at the volley tourn I'm at now, and I mean-- damn Gina.
If I didn't leave this morning at 3 this morning shuddering from utter satisfaction, I might be tempted.
Fact of the matter though, I'm about to pass out from exhaustion. My hair is still tangled...lol.
Besides, apparently-- despite this being an open relationship--as he bit my lower lip he made it a point to mention : "These belong to me."
Yeah, honey. They do--Along with my heart. Too bad He won't take ownership over that.
okay...wait...
Allright, as we all know i use this thing to vent. and now
i'm paying the price, the IMing has begun. you know it just sucks, that when
you love a person so much, the smallest things hurt more than anything.
what he'll probably never get,
is that i feel like it 's really expensive to feel so cheap
that waking up in his bed is the highlight of my day
that i never disresspect him and tell everyone he still sleeps on the floor
that i love him more than anything because he's my friend and said he always
would be,
i just wanted my friend back tonight, and sadly i felt like i was with a boy,
and there is a differance.. .sure i fall in love with , but as the song goes
"it's only temporary"
but i love my friend, and with that comes knowing he wants more,
more than what it seems i can offer. and i'm sad, and resentful, and all around
a bitter bob.
But, i guess it's my fault --again as the song goes-- thats what i get for
falling again.
don't misunderstand this, what i have with "him" is everything i
want. unfortunately, tonight just reminded me, that i'm not everything he
wanted, and well, i'm human and that hurts, and i get upset, but i'll get ovver
it.
i always do,
besides, by the sounds of it "her royal highness" will soon not
only take away my wednesday, but the part of his heart that i want-----
and now he's calling, and damn him, making it all better and making me smile
again,
damn you for making me love you. you always can make me find my smile. hate
you, love you more though
Okay. i'm better. he apologized. but didn't have to
More tomorrow when my internet doesn't suck. this is me able to sleep now... aka crashing
More tomorrow when my internet doesn't suck. this is me able to sleep now... aka crashing
how does this happen?
how is it that what is supposed to be a great night, ends up turning awful,
and not for any reason other than you realize, or rather I FINALLY REALIZE what i've known all along.
"Girl, He's really not that into you..."
and you know what, it's fine, i'm tired of fighting this,
he's an idiot, and maybe in 5 yrs He'll be writing me the letters, but you know what, whatever.
You know I don't even see him as my friend anymore, just a really bad boyfreind. and i never gave him that, again rather, he never gave me that. so have fun with "her royal highness." hope she's everything I'm not, because, I guess thats all you could want.
I'm sorry Your Valentine sucked, mine felt rather special, but then again....
no better words than those heard tonight.....
she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego
and
her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
...pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head.
it's the way that he makes you cry.
it's the way that he's in your mind.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love...
and not for any reason other than you realize, or rather I FINALLY REALIZE what i've known all along.
"Girl, He's really not that into you..."
and you know what, it's fine, i'm tired of fighting this,
he's an idiot, and maybe in 5 yrs He'll be writing me the letters, but you know what, whatever.
You know I don't even see him as my friend anymore, just a really bad boyfreind. and i never gave him that, again rather, he never gave me that. so have fun with "her royal highness." hope she's everything I'm not, because, I guess thats all you could want.
I'm sorry Your Valentine sucked, mine felt rather special, but then again....
no better words than those heard tonight.....
she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego
and
her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
...pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head.
it's the way that he makes you cry.
it's the way that he's in your mind.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love...