I'm not being faithful to my diet, but I am exercising a lot. I ate spinach last night.
Today I'm hanging out with Keely. It's been fun so far, but I feel as if I could be doing something other than sit on my ass talking to a potential photographer + hookup. So here I sit, next to the most gorgeous creature in shoe leather, and am not making much conversation. UGH!!!
Today I'm hanging out with Keely. It's been fun so far, but I feel as if I could be doing something other than sit on my ass talking to a potential photographer + hookup. So here I sit, next to the most gorgeous creature in shoe leather, and am not making much conversation. UGH!!!
Sorry I haven't been blogging in a while. I only have one month in which to express myself and look at your beautiful pictures and meet you all.
A ceiba is an awesome TREE pollinated by BATS. They're huge trees, the city was named after a particular one on the docks of the port city. Well, that tree fell into the ocean in 2007. I wish I could have seen it.
The Honduran city of La Ceiba was named after a particular ceiba tree that grew down by the old docks. The Puerto Rican town of Ceiba is also named after this tree. Ceiba is also the national tree of both Guatemala and Puerto Rico.
I was adopted, as some of you may know. It was so lucky, it was like winning the lottery of life. Only 200,000 children have been adopted and lifted out of third-world poverty. I would have been so fucked over if I had lived there. Probably have illegitimate children and craziness; I've been diagnosed with schizoaffective bipolar. I would either be dead, trapped by children, insane of in jail. Wow.
On another note, I've thought about looking up Cherry or AlissaBrunelli. However, I'm pretty sure that I might have to prove myself worthy of being lovely enough to be worth their time. I am not the type to do message bombs, but I wish I could let myself be known to them!
Another thing; I'm in the Latina group here. I love to dance, and I want to make a video of myself dancing. Also a picture of my spectacular latina ass. I love being racy!
This is a rather short blog. But it could be considered a tl; dr. So I'll end it here. Laterz!
A ceiba is an awesome TREE pollinated by BATS. They're huge trees, the city was named after a particular one on the docks of the port city. Well, that tree fell into the ocean in 2007. I wish I could have seen it.
The Honduran city of La Ceiba was named after a particular ceiba tree that grew down by the old docks. The Puerto Rican town of Ceiba is also named after this tree. Ceiba is also the national tree of both Guatemala and Puerto Rico.
I was adopted, as some of you may know. It was so lucky, it was like winning the lottery of life. Only 200,000 children have been adopted and lifted out of third-world poverty. I would have been so fucked over if I had lived there. Probably have illegitimate children and craziness; I've been diagnosed with schizoaffective bipolar. I would either be dead, trapped by children, insane of in jail. Wow.
On another note, I've thought about looking up Cherry or AlissaBrunelli. However, I'm pretty sure that I might have to prove myself worthy of being lovely enough to be worth their time. I am not the type to do message bombs, but I wish I could let myself be known to them!
Another thing; I'm in the Latina group here. I love to dance, and I want to make a video of myself dancing. Also a picture of my spectacular latina ass. I love being racy!
This is a rather short blog. But it could be considered a tl; dr. So I'll end it here. Laterz!
I am telling myself this. In fifteen minutes, I will go back to Ping (Recreational Center) and do lifting, strength training, and cardio. I hope that it makes me feel as good as it did yesterday!
The only thing I have to go on currently are some workouts I printed out from Glamour.com, which is an AWESOME site with journaling, diaries, and calorie counters, lots of stuff one wouldn't expect from a pop magazine.
So anyway, I am about to tell you why I don't like Indian guys. I am quite prejudiced about them. My mum told me that and I said that I enjoyed talking smack about them/being abrupt and borderline rude to them. Here is a story.
I was in the public library about three years ago, when I was perusing the computer lit section and one book stood out at me. It was entitled, "The Ethical Guide to Hacking," by a fellow known as Ankit Fadia. I read it. It was something that anyone could have gleaned from the internet. Not too interesting my my standards; I'd rather read Mario Livio; that is true fucking intellect and awesomeness. Mario Livio. On that count I waded through 'The Accelerating Universe,' which tied my brain into knots for at least two months.
So one day I was sorting through my shit and I remembered that Ankit Fadia might be on Facebook, considering his real name. So I looked him up and added him as a "Friend." Well, I mentioned him in one of my first notes, saying that he wrote a book I had read quite a while ago. He said in response, "nice to be mentioned in ur note haha." Well, all right, I thought. I sent him a message saying that if he ever came to Ohio, he should look me up.
Well, I had been in a very intensive internet relationship with a guy called "J" for quite a while. However, Ankit only gave me like 30 hours notice to say that he would be in the capitol city, Columbus, to give a seminar.
I frantically searched my friends list on Facebook, calling people I had no right to call, but was desperate. Not that I thought he was attractive (he's kind of fugly, and Indian) but because I wanted to talk computers with him.
So I couldn't find anyone to take my to Columbus. However, J came to the rescue and picked me up outside my dorm.
J and I were always hanging off each other for that day, never leaving the other's sight and spooning and groping whenever possible. It was very friendly. A little too friendly.
Well, it was a funny thing, really. J and his friends were so nice to me! I met his family and everyone treated my like royalty. It was so surreal because NO guy had ever treated me like I meant something to him, that I was special and worth spending vast amounts of time with.
So J, his uncle Skip, and I went to meet Ankit at his hotel. When we got there, J's uncle--a network security guy--tried to strike up a conversation with Ankit's
The driver said that they could come to the seminar, he tried to talk them into it. They reluctantly said okay and followed them to the building. I rode with Ankit and his driver.
Apparently Ankit was shifty to begin with. In the hotel, he refused to meet anyone's eyes. He looked like a skinny, ratlike street urchin. But I say that about most Indian guys. Maybe not the ratlike part, though.
So I tried talking to Ankit, saying how hard I had tried to get there and how I had to rely upon someone that I had met on MySpace. His driver flipped shit, telling me that wasn't safe. He said that he'd take matters into his own hands and said that it was dangerous and that he was going to call someone to take me back to Athens right away!
MAJOR WTF MOMENT.
So we stood apart in the parking lot, Skip and J together a few cars away with me and Ankit next to the auspicious driver. The driver was on his cellphone, talking rapidly. He told me to tell J and Skip that it would cause a QUOTE "ruckus" if they went in, dressed in street clothes, even though he had convinced them to come DESPITE their initial reluctance! He then remarked that he was very surprised that J and I were touching and holding hands...he thought that J and I must have been close IRL since I had not met him before.
This guy was clearly out of his mind. He told me that he would get someone to drive me back to Athens. I feebly told him that I still had stuff at J's place, but he said that he would go back for it himself.
UH, OKAY SO
In the end, I didn't get to see Ankit's lecture, even though the driver said that I was Ankit's "Guest." He dumped me in some guy's office, where we talked about something involving flow charts, operating systems, and software development. The guy was nice as hell. Thanks to him I barely cried out of shame and embarrassment.
Well, I didn't have a phone with me. So I couldn't call J's uncle, Skip, when it started to turn dark outside! I'd been in the guy's corner office for THREE HOURS and no one had thought to check on me.
I called J's roommate; J didn't have a phone either. J's roommate incorrectly identified me as J's ex, Laura. His roommate told J that I sounded like I was in distress, which I most certainly was. The message somehow got to J and Skip, and that was that.
I later heard that J and Skip, both big guys, had entered the front of the office demanding to know where I was and not relenting when people tried to shoo them away. Finally, they arrived at the guy's office. I thanked him profusely and left with J and Skip.
I went back to J's apartment, where we watched The Count of Monte Cristo. During the movie, his roommate's cell rang again.
Wonder of wonders. It was Ankit.
Well, he apologized for his driver's overzealous nature and said that " was as hot as I looked on Facebook." I was kind of confused by this, but said thank you anyway. He said that he'd arrange some transportation to me, but counted on my "host" to recommend a bar or club that he and I could go to. Jasen and his roommate looked at me knowingly but didn't say anything.
"Well, I don't know," I said. "How will I get back?" He said that he'd call a cab.
J's friend cracked up and yelled, "He's just doing it for the fucking!" Ashamed, I apologized to Ankit and said that I hoped he hadn't heard."
SILENCE
I then realized, in that terrible moment, that this had only been a booty call. How had I not seen it before? Only a naive idiot would have not noticed. But a naive idiot I was.
I told Ankit I wasn't going to sleep with him. He said, fine, but I'm leaving at six am tomorrow.
Ew.
I ended up telling him goodbye and sat down to watch another movie with J and his roommate. It was fun, probably the most fun I had ever hand with a stranger.
Later in an AIM conversation, J told me that when I hung up the phone, he was so damn happy. That he was better than the goddamn alternative for once.
J thought himself a loser, a geek who played DnD and WoW. I thought he was wonderful. Smitten, I was.
THAT WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, TRUSTING HIM. J, I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL.
That's all for now; I've been writing for twenty minutes, and I'm overdue for a time at the gym.
Well, if you have read this through, I hope you enjoyed my narrative. I'll be blogging every day!
The only thing I have to go on currently are some workouts I printed out from Glamour.com, which is an AWESOME site with journaling, diaries, and calorie counters, lots of stuff one wouldn't expect from a pop magazine.
So anyway, I am about to tell you why I don't like Indian guys. I am quite prejudiced about them. My mum told me that and I said that I enjoyed talking smack about them/being abrupt and borderline rude to them. Here is a story.
I was in the public library about three years ago, when I was perusing the computer lit section and one book stood out at me. It was entitled, "The Ethical Guide to Hacking," by a fellow known as Ankit Fadia. I read it. It was something that anyone could have gleaned from the internet. Not too interesting my my standards; I'd rather read Mario Livio; that is true fucking intellect and awesomeness. Mario Livio. On that count I waded through 'The Accelerating Universe,' which tied my brain into knots for at least two months.
So one day I was sorting through my shit and I remembered that Ankit Fadia might be on Facebook, considering his real name. So I looked him up and added him as a "Friend." Well, I mentioned him in one of my first notes, saying that he wrote a book I had read quite a while ago. He said in response, "nice to be mentioned in ur note haha." Well, all right, I thought. I sent him a message saying that if he ever came to Ohio, he should look me up.
Well, I had been in a very intensive internet relationship with a guy called "J" for quite a while. However, Ankit only gave me like 30 hours notice to say that he would be in the capitol city, Columbus, to give a seminar.
I frantically searched my friends list on Facebook, calling people I had no right to call, but was desperate. Not that I thought he was attractive (he's kind of fugly, and Indian) but because I wanted to talk computers with him.
So I couldn't find anyone to take my to Columbus. However, J came to the rescue and picked me up outside my dorm.
J and I were always hanging off each other for that day, never leaving the other's sight and spooning and groping whenever possible. It was very friendly. A little too friendly.
Well, it was a funny thing, really. J and his friends were so nice to me! I met his family and everyone treated my like royalty. It was so surreal because NO guy had ever treated me like I meant something to him, that I was special and worth spending vast amounts of time with.
So J, his uncle Skip, and I went to meet Ankit at his hotel. When we got there, J's uncle--a network security guy--tried to strike up a conversation with Ankit's
Apparently Ankit was shifty to begin with. In the hotel, he refused to meet anyone's eyes. He looked like a skinny, ratlike street urchin. But I say that about most Indian guys. Maybe not the ratlike part, though.
So I tried talking to Ankit, saying how hard I had tried to get there and how I had to rely upon someone that I had met on MySpace. His driver flipped shit, telling me that wasn't safe. He said that he'd take matters into his own hands and said that it was dangerous and that he was going to call someone to take me back to Athens right away!
MAJOR WTF MOMENT.
So we stood apart in the parking lot, Skip and J together a few cars away with me and Ankit next to the auspicious driver. The driver was on his cellphone, talking rapidly. He told me to tell J and Skip that it would cause a QUOTE "ruckus" if they went in, dressed in street clothes, even though he had convinced them to come DESPITE their initial reluctance! He then remarked that he was very surprised that J and I were touching and holding hands...he thought that J and I must have been close IRL since I had not met him before.
This guy was clearly out of his mind. He told me that he would get someone to drive me back to Athens. I feebly told him that I still had stuff at J's place, but he said that he would go back for it himself.
UH, OKAY SO
In the end, I didn't get to see Ankit's lecture, even though the driver said that I was Ankit's "Guest." He dumped me in some guy's office, where we talked about something involving flow charts, operating systems, and software development. The guy was nice as hell. Thanks to him I barely cried out of shame and embarrassment.
Well, I didn't have a phone with me. So I couldn't call J's uncle, Skip, when it started to turn dark outside! I'd been in the guy's corner office for THREE HOURS and no one had thought to check on me.
I called J's roommate; J didn't have a phone either. J's roommate incorrectly identified me as J's ex, Laura. His roommate told J that I sounded like I was in distress, which I most certainly was. The message somehow got to J and Skip, and that was that.
I later heard that J and Skip, both big guys, had entered the front of the office demanding to know where I was and not relenting when people tried to shoo them away. Finally, they arrived at the guy's office. I thanked him profusely and left with J and Skip.
I went back to J's apartment, where we watched The Count of Monte Cristo. During the movie, his roommate's cell rang again.
Wonder of wonders. It was Ankit.
Well, he apologized for his driver's overzealous nature and said that " was as hot as I looked on Facebook." I was kind of confused by this, but said thank you anyway. He said that he'd arrange some transportation to me, but counted on my "host" to recommend a bar or club that he and I could go to. Jasen and his roommate looked at me knowingly but didn't say anything.
"Well, I don't know," I said. "How will I get back?" He said that he'd call a cab.
J's friend cracked up and yelled, "He's just doing it for the fucking!" Ashamed, I apologized to Ankit and said that I hoped he hadn't heard."
SILENCE
I then realized, in that terrible moment, that this had only been a booty call. How had I not seen it before? Only a naive idiot would have not noticed. But a naive idiot I was.
I told Ankit I wasn't going to sleep with him. He said, fine, but I'm leaving at six am tomorrow.
Ew.
I ended up telling him goodbye and sat down to watch another movie with J and his roommate. It was fun, probably the most fun I had ever hand with a stranger.
Later in an AIM conversation, J told me that when I hung up the phone, he was so damn happy. That he was better than the goddamn alternative for once.
J thought himself a loser, a geek who played DnD and WoW. I thought he was wonderful. Smitten, I was.
THAT WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, TRUSTING HIM. J, I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL.
That's all for now; I've been writing for twenty minutes, and I'm overdue for a time at the gym.
Well, if you have read this through, I hope you enjoyed my narrative. I'll be blogging every day!
I recently decided to go on a health binge. By that I mean work out twice a day at the gym, and eat healthy foods I see on Epicurious. It will probably be good for me...that is to say. My diet is a 2,000 calorie like other adults. I usually end up 50 calories short of that, haha.
Anyways, I went to a gym for the FIRST time today. Last night, I borrowed my brother's weights and did some exercises with those. It was a huge milestone because I had never actually done that of my own volition. It was very invigorating. I even broke a mild sweat, which I consider a good thing.
I was the fattest girl in the gym at 9AM. It was so funny, I thought it was kind of an accomplishment.
To begin with, I did jumping jacks and trunk twists. Then, I decided to run four laps around the track--inside lane of course--to warm up. Boy, that was tough. I reminded myself of a scene in the movie 'Facing the Giants.' It is about a failing football team and a failing coach in a Christian academy, Shiloh. Aside from being overly, blatantly and unapologetically Christian-centric, one scene inspired me so much that I did all four laps without stopping. I was breathing hard by that time!
The coach needs to invigorate his team to take up the slack, and tells the team captain that he is the most influential player on the team. To prove it, he has the player--Brock--do the death crawl with a teammate on his back. The death crawl is where one has someone on his or her back and uses their arms to "walk" forward for a duration of time. He said that Brock had the gift of of leadership and was the most influential player on the team. Well, that scene influenced me.
The coach yells at Brock, telling him to never give up, to not rest, and to not lose heart. When Brock yells about the far 30 yard line, "It burns!" The coach crawling beside him says, "I know it burns!" Then after a short dialogue, he said, "Then you need to negotiate with your body to find more strength, but you keep going!" It was quite a powerful scene.
I had to tell myself that, that I had to negotiate with my body to find more strength about a quarter of the way through the third lap. I am so weak...I was called flabby a while ago. Suffice it to say, it is true. However, all I ask is that when I slim down, my breast size stays intact. I would be so, so scared that they would leave me!
I'm watching an anime series (so rare!) called "Ghost Stories." It's about some little kids who hunt ghosts. Sounds boring, right? Well, it's hilarious because they swear at each other so much. Comedy!
Anyway, that's what's going on with me so far. I'm gonna hang out with Keely on Wednesday! I'm super excited! I asked her if she wanted to party, but she's not a partier. That's okay too. We'll have fun! I try to have a new present for her every time she comes to visit.
I really like my life! I have huge boobs. I have lots of friends. I know a lot of people! And I'm excelling in my major. O - H - I - O!!! O-H-I-O!!!
Anyways, I went to a gym for the FIRST time today. Last night, I borrowed my brother's weights and did some exercises with those. It was a huge milestone because I had never actually done that of my own volition. It was very invigorating. I even broke a mild sweat, which I consider a good thing.
I was the fattest girl in the gym at 9AM. It was so funny, I thought it was kind of an accomplishment.
To begin with, I did jumping jacks and trunk twists. Then, I decided to run four laps around the track--inside lane of course--to warm up. Boy, that was tough. I reminded myself of a scene in the movie 'Facing the Giants.' It is about a failing football team and a failing coach in a Christian academy, Shiloh. Aside from being overly, blatantly and unapologetically Christian-centric, one scene inspired me so much that I did all four laps without stopping. I was breathing hard by that time!
The coach needs to invigorate his team to take up the slack, and tells the team captain that he is the most influential player on the team. To prove it, he has the player--Brock--do the death crawl with a teammate on his back. The death crawl is where one has someone on his or her back and uses their arms to "walk" forward for a duration of time. He said that Brock had the gift of of leadership and was the most influential player on the team. Well, that scene influenced me.
The coach yells at Brock, telling him to never give up, to not rest, and to not lose heart. When Brock yells about the far 30 yard line, "It burns!" The coach crawling beside him says, "I know it burns!" Then after a short dialogue, he said, "Then you need to negotiate with your body to find more strength, but you keep going!" It was quite a powerful scene.
I had to tell myself that, that I had to negotiate with my body to find more strength about a quarter of the way through the third lap. I am so weak...I was called flabby a while ago. Suffice it to say, it is true. However, all I ask is that when I slim down, my breast size stays intact. I would be so, so scared that they would leave me!
I'm watching an anime series (so rare!) called "Ghost Stories." It's about some little kids who hunt ghosts. Sounds boring, right? Well, it's hilarious because they swear at each other so much. Comedy!
Anyway, that's what's going on with me so far. I'm gonna hang out with Keely on Wednesday! I'm super excited! I asked her if she wanted to party, but she's not a partier. That's okay too. We'll have fun! I try to have a new present for her every time she comes to visit.
I really like my life! I have huge boobs. I have lots of friends. I know a lot of people! And I'm excelling in my major. O - H - I - O!!! O-H-I-O!!!
This is a long story...I hope that you will understand that my venting will help me cope. I don't know if it will, but I want some form of validation, and a pornography website seems as good a place as any.
You know...I've never had a boyfriend, excepting the two weeks in summer school before my sophomore year of high school. I've only ever made out with a few people; for a long time I thought I was asexual and loved it; previously, I would have painful crushes. I liked living for myself and no one else. But it only lasts so long.
I am a student at Ohio University, and my freshman year I met several people online. One was a guy named Jasen; that relationship ended frightfully and maybe it's for another day, another blog. It makes me cry though, so help me, won't you?
Anyway, I searched MySpace to display bisexual female within 50 miles of my zip code. It only showed up with six people; one of them was Hannah.
I forgot who messaged whom, but we began talking. We expressed a mutual desire to meet, and she actually came into my town on a school field trip (she was 17). We talked outside the Chinese restaurant. She was so beautiful.
We flirted, and finally I asked her out. She was very happy, she said, and felt like dancing; she was going out with the hot college chick. I was very happy too.
But it ended badly. I kept texting her, thinking...I don't know if I'm ready for this. She stopped answering my texts, and I panicked. Was I losing her already?
I was.
She said that she didn't like the flipping back and forth.
A few weeks ago, I sent her a message on Facebook. I told her that I hadn't had sex with anyone since I met her, and thought about her all the time and just letting her know how I felt. I really did feel that she was the right one, at least for now.
She replied, expressing confusion. I asked if I was out of line, if I had creeped her out. She said no...which was a relief. But was she telling the truth? I'm two years her senior.
Hannah's reply was that she was still strongly physically attracted to me. I was thinking...well, there's a start.
The next week, her friends from her old high school were acting in a play. She invited me along, and it was a long, long day ending in me not seeing Hannah. I was so disappointed.
However, Hannah has moved from her home 20 minutes out of town to another place two hours away from my hometown. She said that it would be difficult to meet. This is true. Will I ever see her again?
But that's not all of it. I have decided on one last hurrah to see if I am still attracted to men. I've decided on a candidate for a hit-and-quit; nothing wrong with getting your rocks off, as Keely said.
My problem is this. I have had boy toys in the past, never really been sexually attracted to them though. All of my boy toys have been german (of german-american descent). I'm not really into germans...more like Italians, and nerds. I don't like muscles, natural or tanned dark skin.
So basically, I have a while before I can snare Hannah again, but I'm thinking I should do the hit and quit first, simply because I haven't had sex in 18 months, and with Hannah, it probably wouldn't matter. But with a guy, that should be totally awesome.
That's all for now.
Cheers.
-ceiba
You know...I've never had a boyfriend, excepting the two weeks in summer school before my sophomore year of high school. I've only ever made out with a few people; for a long time I thought I was asexual and loved it; previously, I would have painful crushes. I liked living for myself and no one else. But it only lasts so long.
I am a student at Ohio University, and my freshman year I met several people online. One was a guy named Jasen; that relationship ended frightfully and maybe it's for another day, another blog. It makes me cry though, so help me, won't you?
Anyway, I searched MySpace to display bisexual female within 50 miles of my zip code. It only showed up with six people; one of them was Hannah.
I forgot who messaged whom, but we began talking. We expressed a mutual desire to meet, and she actually came into my town on a school field trip (she was 17). We talked outside the Chinese restaurant. She was so beautiful.
We flirted, and finally I asked her out. She was very happy, she said, and felt like dancing; she was going out with the hot college chick. I was very happy too.
But it ended badly. I kept texting her, thinking...I don't know if I'm ready for this. She stopped answering my texts, and I panicked. Was I losing her already?
I was.
She said that she didn't like the flipping back and forth.
A few weeks ago, I sent her a message on Facebook. I told her that I hadn't had sex with anyone since I met her, and thought about her all the time and just letting her know how I felt. I really did feel that she was the right one, at least for now.
She replied, expressing confusion. I asked if I was out of line, if I had creeped her out. She said no...which was a relief. But was she telling the truth? I'm two years her senior.
Hannah's reply was that she was still strongly physically attracted to me. I was thinking...well, there's a start.
The next week, her friends from her old high school were acting in a play. She invited me along, and it was a long, long day ending in me not seeing Hannah. I was so disappointed.
However, Hannah has moved from her home 20 minutes out of town to another place two hours away from my hometown. She said that it would be difficult to meet. This is true. Will I ever see her again?
But that's not all of it. I have decided on one last hurrah to see if I am still attracted to men. I've decided on a candidate for a hit-and-quit; nothing wrong with getting your rocks off, as Keely said.
My problem is this. I have had boy toys in the past, never really been sexually attracted to them though. All of my boy toys have been german (of german-american descent). I'm not really into germans...more like Italians, and nerds. I don't like muscles, natural or tanned dark skin.
So basically, I have a while before I can snare Hannah again, but I'm thinking I should do the hit and quit first, simply because I haven't had sex in 18 months, and with Hannah, it probably wouldn't matter. But with a guy, that should be totally awesome.
That's all for now.
Cheers.
-ceiba
Hello again. I decided to re-activate my subscription, even though I'm questioning whether or not to submit a photoset. If I get enough encouragement, I might, but I'm personally considering Godsgirls...something that can show up on my credit card bill and not raise suspicion.
I had a really bad experience with a photographer, which I wouldn't like to repeat. If there are any FEMALE photographers who would be interested in doing a photoset, I am all ears...I may not be as pretty as my friend Keely, but I wish that I could attract the attention of Alissa Brunelli. That would be so rad.
I intend to update daily; I hope to meet new people. I have so many new pictures that I can post to replace older ones...I will get on that soon.
See you later!
I had a really bad experience with a photographer, which I wouldn't like to repeat. If there are any FEMALE photographers who would be interested in doing a photoset, I am all ears...I may not be as pretty as my friend Keely, but I wish that I could attract the attention of Alissa Brunelli. That would be so rad.
I intend to update daily; I hope to meet new people. I have so many new pictures that I can post to replace older ones...I will get on that soon.
See you later!
Hey, yo.
So basically, I just got kicked out of someone's house. The place where I am sitting right now I will not be sleeping next week. While I'm more at home in a chatroom and would probably snooze in one--if it wasn't related to anime or porn--I need somewhere to put my meagre 1 suitcase, 1 carry on, 4 coats and a Jansport bag. I'd pay to sleep on someone's floor.
The point I'm trying to make is, suggest somewhere for me. Anywhere. And if tix are cheap enough, or you have a friend who needs a roomie...I don't know. I'm a little desperate right now.
So basically, I just got kicked out of someone's house. The place where I am sitting right now I will not be sleeping next week. While I'm more at home in a chatroom and would probably snooze in one--if it wasn't related to anime or porn--I need somewhere to put my meagre 1 suitcase, 1 carry on, 4 coats and a Jansport bag. I'd pay to sleep on someone's floor.
The point I'm trying to make is, suggest somewhere for me. Anywhere. And if tix are cheap enough, or you have a friend who needs a roomie...I don't know. I'm a little desperate right now.
Hey. For a lack of a better way to start, I'll just free write.
I'm Ceiba, chix0r, moralofthestory, asciigen. All of the names I've had over the years I'm bringing together now for the sake of keeping myself together.
Here's the spiel: I'm a compter sci student at a university in the Good Morning State. I spent YEARS of my life at the public library. I'm not that good at school, though I try my own way and do projects in my spare time. I have a feeling I'm going to be wasting a lot more time on the internet nowadays.
So all of you know, here's the deal: I don't have ANY tattoos or piercings. I know when I submit my first set for member review, skanks are going to say that I don't fit the spirit of the site. I plan on getting tattoos, just don't have the resources now. I wanted to start out on this site as a blank canvas and see where my journey takes me.
I'm from Honduras, La Ceiba to be exact. I was adopted and dropped straight into the heartland. I had an awful time at school, getting kicked out of one school for hacking and nearly failing out of another. I'm quite smart though. Smarter than a lot of people I grew up around, and I do apologize somewhat for it.
I've been told my nature is too sweet to fit in on this site. It's true I'm nice, and I'm rather submissive when it comes to most things in life.
One thing I'll always carry with me was a girl I met on MySpace. That's where all of my hookups have taken place. Her name was Hannah; she was Irish. She wanted me, and I was too shy to tell her I liked her too. We ended up drifting apart, and I don't know where she is now. I don't know why I started talking about Hannah. I could be talking about my computer skills, or my coding or hacking skills. Or how I can pick a master lock with a coke can. Or how I can read 2.5 pages per minute in a normal fiction book. Or how I spent a grueling summer working at a United Methodist Camp for $3.45 an hour just to pay for my new MacBook Pro.
Or how about my interest in the history of the computer revolution? People say I ramble on too much about how I'd like to go to Palo Alto, or how I would have given up a life to be in the Homebrew Computer Club at Stanford. But I think that's going too far.
For now, I'd like to focus on meeting new people and forming new acquaintances. I'll see you soon.
I'm Ceiba, chix0r, moralofthestory, asciigen. All of the names I've had over the years I'm bringing together now for the sake of keeping myself together.
Here's the spiel: I'm a compter sci student at a university in the Good Morning State. I spent YEARS of my life at the public library. I'm not that good at school, though I try my own way and do projects in my spare time. I have a feeling I'm going to be wasting a lot more time on the internet nowadays.
So all of you know, here's the deal: I don't have ANY tattoos or piercings. I know when I submit my first set for member review, skanks are going to say that I don't fit the spirit of the site. I plan on getting tattoos, just don't have the resources now. I wanted to start out on this site as a blank canvas and see where my journey takes me.
I'm from Honduras, La Ceiba to be exact. I was adopted and dropped straight into the heartland. I had an awful time at school, getting kicked out of one school for hacking and nearly failing out of another. I'm quite smart though. Smarter than a lot of people I grew up around, and I do apologize somewhat for it.
I've been told my nature is too sweet to fit in on this site. It's true I'm nice, and I'm rather submissive when it comes to most things in life.
One thing I'll always carry with me was a girl I met on MySpace. That's where all of my hookups have taken place. Her name was Hannah; she was Irish. She wanted me, and I was too shy to tell her I liked her too. We ended up drifting apart, and I don't know where she is now. I don't know why I started talking about Hannah. I could be talking about my computer skills, or my coding or hacking skills. Or how I can pick a master lock with a coke can. Or how I can read 2.5 pages per minute in a normal fiction book. Or how I spent a grueling summer working at a United Methodist Camp for $3.45 an hour just to pay for my new MacBook Pro.
Or how about my interest in the history of the computer revolution? People say I ramble on too much about how I'd like to go to Palo Alto, or how I would have given up a life to be in the Homebrew Computer Club at Stanford. But I think that's going too far.
For now, I'd like to focus on meeting new people and forming new acquaintances. I'll see you soon.
