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As I sit here procrastinating studying for my exam, see all the cool new things I learned about myself.
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?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??



What kind of dancer are you? (Girls only)

You are an Exotic Dancer. You are the sexy lady in
the group, you love to play with people's
minds, you never show your true intents to
anyone, you like to have a lot of friends so
you don't get bored and this goes the same with
men, you don't like the strict guy who gives
you orders like he owns you, nobody does, cuz
you were born free and nothing would change
that.




What kind of kiss are you?

You are a child's kiss. Completely sweet and
innocent and pure. You mean no harm and only
love in your sweet kisses.

What's Your Angel Seeking For?


The Truth

Your angel seeks for the truth.
Your angel is part of you. Thus, you are the
kind of person who values honesty more than
most things in this world. You are
strong-willed, and a bit stubborn at times. In
love, you seek for someone who will understand
you, and never cheat on you. This would
probably hurt you a lot, as it would to a lot
of people. But it would probably hurt you the
most. You are brutally honest, and you voice
your opinions a lot. Go you!


What Inuyasha Character are you?


Your Kagome! you like to hang out with your friends
and are always the first person to volunteer to
show a new student around, you are kind and
giving and enjoy having a occasional sleep-over
with the girls!

What breed are you?

What Common Breed of Dog Are You?
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Slip and Slide

Well I’ll never say again that nothing interesting ever happens to me. After moving to NY, within the last year, I had the whirlwind relationship, got ditched, the dog got skunked, my place flooded for a month, the dog ran off, I got stood up twice by my ex, and met my first stripper. But this tops it all.

Saturday this huge snowstorm blows over fifteen inches of snow into New York. But it stops, the roads were plowed, and I decide I was tired of being cooped up and had errands to run. So I take the car out. Fifteen minutes later, the car skids, does a 180, and slams the passenger side into the curb. It didn’t look good; so I do what any stereotypical girl does…I call a guy for help. In this case, the only guy I know in NY is my ex. So I’m on the phone describing the damage, “both hubcaps on the right side of the car are cracked and missing pieces. Do you think I can still drive? Oh wait! I think I hear air hissing out of the back wheel… Do know how to change a wheel…..yes please come out.”

Then I realize that I looked like complete s#!&. Excuse the censored language, but it’s the only way to truly describe me. I didn’t think I’d run into anyone I knew, so I was wearing old baggy clothes from discount stores, glasses, no make-up, hair in a rat nest bun. No one ever wants to look bad in front of their ex, but I never carry around anything to make me look better. So there was nothing I could do.

The ex shows up, and he thinks my car is OK to drive, after all he’ll be right behind me. Even though I’m skeptical, I get in the car and drive about two feet, before he starts honking at me. I get out and see the back wheel. It’s tilted inward, not even standing up straight. Ouch. Don't worry my life gets even better. While the ex is getting the jack out to check out the wheel, the channel 12 news van pulls up. They pull out a camera and want an interview. I ask for a make-up artist… Ok it’s bad enough to look like crap in front of your ex. It’s ten times worse to look like crap in front of public television. I didn’t get my make-up artist, but gave them the interview. I was too tired to protest. But I guess that’s what reporters do, offer no help, suck up your misery and broadcast it, so others who know you can laugh.

Yep the next day, my grinning second-line manager stops by my cube and says “So what happened? I saw you on TV yesterday. I see this car with the tire all bent, and then suddenly your face flashes up on the screen. It was the highlight of my day. What the were you doing driving anyway?” I was hoping I didn’t make the cut. *_*

Well after the news van left, I called roadside service and my auto insurance. I’ll be paying out a bit for the deductibles, but the car will get fixed. The rental I have is a Ford Escort, which rattles, so I’m driving much slower despite any weather conditions. The body shop called me today. Apparently I snapped the rear control arm, the suspension is shot, I’ll be getting two new tires, etc. Luckily I survived with out any major injuries and will just be going to chiropractor a few times. But hey that’s life. We’ll see how the rest of this year turns out.

Do you believe in Cupid?

I am doubting that love truly exists. At least the romantic love, which all Americans hype up, where if you love someone enough, you’ll try to make it work and because you love them things do work out. The idea is that you’d rather be with them, than be alone and/or with someone else. You care enough about their feelings to compromise.

My friend, who just got married three months ago, can’t seem to have a conversation with her husband without arguing, even when they try not to. I’ve had two friends break off their engagements. Several parents of my friends and my own, argue a lot. A couple parents even got divorced, now that the kids are no longer there. I had my first “real” relationship within the past year, and now I’m really just friends with my ex, even though we still like each other.

I’ve seen relationship issues in the past. But that was in school and weren’t serious relationships…plus those relationships weren’t mine. I always thought that once we were past that phase of our lives, we would find someone who we would really love, get married, and live happily ever after….if we wound up with the right person.

I wonder if people are so individualistic that it in the long it never works out, and there really isn’t a "right" person. And that the only reason people stay together is because of some need that has nothing to do with love, like a desire for kids, financial support, cultural values, or the fear of being alone.

Am I starting to doubt something that exists but is just hard to find? Or am I just growing up and becoming more realistic about life?

Presents of Love?

I was talking to a friend the other day about gifts. I wonder why is it someone spends so much on their girlfriends, and not as much on their regular friends and family. I found it a bit odd, because I would expect that your family and best friends would mean as much as your girlfriend. Is it some sort of cultural value? I mean who put themselves in debt by spending hundreds on jewelry and exotic trips. And in these cases it wasn’t the love of your life or your fiancé, it was just “the girlfriend at the time.” It’s a good thing the boy has savings. It is sweet, especially if you’re on the receiving end. Now I’ve never had a boyfriend during Christmas or my birthday. Yet I wonder if men expect receiving similar amounts of gifts. I think it would, quite frankly, suck for them if I gave them a $40 gift, when they spent hundreds on me.

I was reading Mars and Venus on a Date, a birthday present from a friend. It interestingly said that men like doing things for women, and that women should just graciously receive these gifts and never feel obligated to give anything back. In actuality, when a woman starts trying to do or give more “things” to the man, it makes the man less happy with the relationship. The man will become complacent with the way things are and less interested in putting any effort in the relationship. But on the hand, the more effort a man puts into doings things for women, the more interested he becomes, because he knows that he can make the woman happy. Well it was interesting to think about.

Btw some good advice for men was: whenever you do something a woman feels is wrong… let her vent it out, apologize to her and say you were a dick* for doing or not doing whatever it was. It doesn’t feel good when a woman tells you everything that’s wrong with you, but if you don’t let her get it out then she’s liable make your life hell for weeks.

Well enjoy the holidays.

* You can replace this word with “nadjectives,” there was a whole list in the book, such as inconsiderate, overactive, insensitive, selfish, defensive. These are key words that will calm a girl down.