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So get this...
I've been single since February after getting out of a long relationship. I've been pretty good on my own and I don't really feel like I NEED someone. After a couple guys asked me out, I figured it wouldn't hurt just to hang out. Well, I typically have a "type" of guy I'm attracted to, but I thought I'd give the buff, funny, jock guy a shot. Don't ask why, I was just curious. So, we hang out, get some sushi, watch a movie, whatever... It was fun, but it also made me notice that I didn't want a relationship. After this so-called date, this guy texted me over 5 times a day, sent me several messages and comments on myspace, and called about 3 times (from his phone then "blocked" numbers). I told him to basically cool his jets and that I was busy lately anyway. The compulsive contact slowed after a few days, but after (me) posting dumb surveys on bulletins saying "I'm bored" and shit like that recently, this guy decides to post 2 bulletins calling me a "fucking liar." Not messages, BULLETINS. I deleted him from my page and texted that he was a jerk.
This is the series of events that followed:
1 missed call (his name)
1 voicemail
1 text
2 texts
2 missed calls (unknown number)
1 new myspace message
Dude... I am not that cool of a chick, I don't think. Anyone else have weird stalker stories, because this is pretty much new to me. Eh, life goes on. See you guys on Friday!
Haha. I heart evangeline's.
Add one more missed call.
I've been single since February after getting out of a long relationship. I've been pretty good on my own and I don't really feel like I NEED someone. After a couple guys asked me out, I figured it wouldn't hurt just to hang out. Well, I typically have a "type" of guy I'm attracted to, but I thought I'd give the buff, funny, jock guy a shot. Don't ask why, I was just curious. So, we hang out, get some sushi, watch a movie, whatever... It was fun, but it also made me notice that I didn't want a relationship. After this so-called date, this guy texted me over 5 times a day, sent me several messages and comments on myspace, and called about 3 times (from his phone then "blocked" numbers). I told him to basically cool his jets and that I was busy lately anyway. The compulsive contact slowed after a few days, but after (me) posting dumb surveys on bulletins saying "I'm bored" and shit like that recently, this guy decides to post 2 bulletins calling me a "fucking liar." Not messages, BULLETINS. I deleted him from my page and texted that he was a jerk.
This is the series of events that followed:
1 missed call (his name)
1 voicemail
1 text
2 texts
2 missed calls (unknown number)
1 new myspace message
Dude... I am not that cool of a chick, I don't think. Anyone else have weird stalker stories, because this is pretty much new to me. Eh, life goes on. See you guys on Friday!
Haha. I heart evangeline's.
Add one more missed call.
So, if you saw my post on the SG Skating thread after I left, you may know that I wans't very happy with my friend. These are the pictures she forced me to make....
And these are some pictures I did just to make myself feel better about the whole thing....
Bleh. Damn that 7th grade loyalty.
And these are some pictures I did just to make myself feel better about the whole thing....
Bleh. Damn that 7th grade loyalty.
Boy, I love my camera. I've been spacing out a lot lately, so the super awesome blogs I'm capable of will be postponed until further notice... 
I'm bored.
This is a picture of my dog.
This is the "real" her.
That is how I look and feel right now.
This is a picture of my dog.
This is the "real" her.
That is how I look and feel right now.
This is how my day started.
But, I managed to get it fixed for free on my good looks alone, and I'm going to an all you can eat sushi bar in Roseville.
"If I had a penny for every pencil I found, I'd still be poor, but I'd have a lot of pencils." -Me
Oh yeah, and... BBBBLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH. That is all.
But, I managed to get it fixed for free on my good looks alone, and I'm going to an all you can eat sushi bar in Roseville.
"If I had a penny for every pencil I found, I'd still be poor, but I'd have a lot of pencils." -Me
Oh yeah, and... BBBBLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH. That is all.
I was finally able to schedule a tattoo appointment with my artist. I get the "soul" on my other foot in about two weeks. I'm excited. My artist is such a pain because he gives me a tougher time about making appointments because we're friends, I think. My good friend is also getting her sleeve by him finished, too. Most of my friends have been tattooed by him, it's kind of weird. If you want to check out his stuff you can go to the shop's website at www.modernbodytattoos.com under Colten, but everyone there is awesome. I would stay and ramble on some more but I have to get to bed to work a 6:00am shift tomorrow morning! I'm a lucky bitch, aren't I?
I'm getting ready for work at this very moment. Ugh. I'm not looking forward it it, but hey, it's only 4 and a half hours today. YES! I might go out to sushi tonight, it has been calling me. I wish I had more to write but I have to leave in 5... 4... 3.... 2..... 1.....
(Bye!)
(Bye!)
I have eaten more in the last few days than I have in a while. Seriously, full meals with turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes literally hanging off of my plate.
Worth every single bite.
AND I just went to Fridays with my nurse friend and I wolfed down one of those Jack's flat irons. It was delish. Where does it all go, you may ponder. My butt. There is your answer for you. My foot is almost healed completely but it still has times where it strikes with itchiness. I curse the heavens for those times.
I haven't been to the comic book store in about two weeks. It's killing me. It's an expensive habit, and if you don't go every week, you miss parts of the story. One of my favorites, Wormwood Gentleman Corpse, is one of those that I'm missing. I bought #1, then the next time I went it was #4. 2 and 3 were nowhere to be found. I'll probably end up borrowing it from one of my friends, but still, it'd be nice to own. I'm going to get the cover art of the first one one my ribs. Ouch, it will hurt bad. I thought I had a funny story to share, but I forgot. Next time perhaps?
This is awesome.
Worth every single bite.
AND I just went to Fridays with my nurse friend and I wolfed down one of those Jack's flat irons. It was delish. Where does it all go, you may ponder. My butt. There is your answer for you. My foot is almost healed completely but it still has times where it strikes with itchiness. I curse the heavens for those times.
I haven't been to the comic book store in about two weeks. It's killing me. It's an expensive habit, and if you don't go every week, you miss parts of the story. One of my favorites, Wormwood Gentleman Corpse, is one of those that I'm missing. I bought #1, then the next time I went it was #4. 2 and 3 were nowhere to be found. I'll probably end up borrowing it from one of my friends, but still, it'd be nice to own. I'm going to get the cover art of the first one one my ribs. Ouch, it will hurt bad. I thought I had a funny story to share, but I forgot. Next time perhaps?
This is awesome.
