Thursday, 01 July 2010

  • Thanks, J

    Because of you, I'm hesitant to trust, and that's a good thing. It makes me so much more careful than I would've been. Because of you, I'm stronger. Because of you, I think twice before doing something that could damage my heart. I keep myself to myself. Thanks to you, I realize that not all guys are good, and that not all girls are really who they say they are. So, Thanks. I choose my friends better now. I have the best friends anyone could ask for, and it's thanks to you. You taught me caution without knowing it. You taught me to keep my tears to myself because there's always some asshole or btCh waiting to use it against me. You gave me my deal breaker. I now know better than to accept someone after they've cheated on me, even once. I now know what's unforgivable. I now know how to respond to people about you without breaking down. I now know so much that I probably wouldn't have known if you never hurt me the way you did. So, Thanks. Because now, I can say I'm a better person. Now, I can say I'm a lot less reckless. Now, I can say that I make better choices than I did back when. Now, I can say that I'm happy with where I am and who I have with me.

    Btw, Thanks. :)

Saturday, 22 May 2010

  • Currently
    Jessie James
    By Jessie James
    Blue Jeans
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    The Penis Game

    I love the Penis Game. My best friend and I are in a car together quite often. You know how boring cars can be on an island as small as the one we live on? Well, I didn't think so, but take my word for it, it's boring. If you aren't cruising Tumon (that's our Tourists-R-Us spot) or sightseeing around the island (which'll only take you about 6-8 hours including stops), the boredom in the car skyrockets. So, in order to pass time in the car, we've redeveloped the penis game that was seen in 500 Days of Summer. I know it sounds lame, yet intruiging and quite perverted. Read on, Dear Reader, Read on.

    While we sit in the car and pass random people walking on the side of the road, we yell the word, "PENIS!!" Well, those people and the people who's car windows are rolled down. However, comma, we DO have rules. In the presence of young kids and elders, we do not play this game, and we don't shout to these groups. When we're on a straight road, we see who can yell it the loudest, though we yell it outside the car so we don't break eachother's eardrums.

    I guess the best part of playing this game is listening to the reactions of the people we yell it to. One time out of the many that we yelled to a bunch of high school kids coming off the bus and walking home, they turned around so fast one guy nearly fell. I'm not sure I've laughed harder while playing the game. Another pretty cool part is introducing this game to others in the car.

    I initiated my boyfriend's brother, Brandon, middle school 8th grade, into this game. He enjoyed the shocked looks and feeling like we could get caught at any moment so much that when we played amongst ourselves, he won. It shocked Skadooshhh and I so much that we told Saru all about it. The real kicker is when your younger siblings are exposed to the same game. Well, not my younger siblings, but Skadooshhh's and Saru's. Skadoosh's little sister, Nae, is like, 4th grade and the day she rode with Skadoosh and I to the beach was an eye-opener for her. I don't know what she felt when she first participated in the game, but I can tell you that she enjoyed whatever feeling that was and starts the game whenever she's in the car with us again. I told you about Saru's brother, Brandon, but let me tell you about Saru's 5th grade sister, Sandra. She goes to the same school as Nae, Skadoosh's sister, and when we introduced her to the game, well, maybe it's because they're in elementary, but she had the same reaction as Nae. They both start the game now. Well, ONLY with us. It probably still seems weird, but we have rules for this game, and we enforce them, too.

    Well, Reader, you should take a drive and randomly yell PENIS!! to someone. You won't be disappointed at how you feel. For me, it's a feeling of freedom, almost like I could pretty much do anything. Along with that sense of freedom, there's also this little part of me that says, "Girl, don't trip. You ain't gonna get caught." -In a Brooklyn accent. (Pretty awesome, right? :D ) Anyways, Enjoy the game. Introduce it to your best friend. &When you're in a store, like KMart, stroll down to the furniture section and just randomly say, "Penis." Then, disappear. But make sure you can still see the people in the aisle or whatever. You wanna get a good look at their reactions. &When you feel comfortable enough, you can start slipping the word "penis" into everyday conversation and watch confusion spread over the face of whoever you're talking to. For example:

    You: "Penis your day?"
    Person: "What'd you say?"
    You: "How was your day?"
    Person: "Oh. It was fine."
    You: "That's good. Penis you do?"
    Person: "What?"
    You: "What'd you do?"
    Person: "Oh. You know, the usual."
    You: "Are you ok?"
    Person: "Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just hearing things."

    Well, Reader. Enjoy! :D

  • Currently
    Let It Be (Remastered)
    By The Beatles
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    Am I expecting to much?

    I get that as a girlfriend, and as a person in general, I can be a bitch, but today, I feel as though I surpassed every other bitchy moment I've ever had. I don't know how it started, but Saru and I (well, mostly just me) said some thing we (or I) didn't mean. And one of the worst parts about it was after I had my say, all he had to say was, "Alrighty." Before I could open my mouth to utter another harmful word, I went into my brothers room, cried, and when I went back outside to see him before he left to his mom's house to check on his brother, he was gone.

    I guess I shouldn't have said all that was on my mind, but sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one in this relationship. The two times we (or I) had an emotional breakdown, I left. I stood outside the door for ten mississippi seconds, waiting for him to come out, thinking he cared enough to come out and stop me. He didn't. Well, it was that time again. It wasn't as bad as the last two, it was like a mini-emotional breakdown. Well, I told him that I stood outside his door for ten mississippi seconds waiting the last two times my emotional breakdown happened. He seemed surprised and told me that the reason he didn;t go after me is because he thought that I didn't want him to be around me. I get where he's coming from, but shouldn't he still have come after me? If positions were reversed, I would've gone after him, if only to make sure he was okay. Anyway, soon enough things were getting kind of out of hand, and here I am: Alone, while he's at his mom's house. Pathetic as it is, I miss him already. It's only been what? 4hours?

    Am I in the wrong? Should I expect him to come chasing after me almost immediately after a kind of fight? Do I really want him to come after me? Yes. Am I expecting too much?

Thursday, 20 May 2010

  • Currently
    Walk This Way
    By The White Tie Affair
    Sick and Tired
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    MyBoyfriend:theMonkey.

    So, I've come to accept the weirdness of my boyfriend, Crispin. He's sweet, he cooks, he cleans, he does his laundry, and he's respectful. It's gotten to the point where I can predict his responses to almost any situation. He makes me happy, and instead of getting bored with his predictability, I'm instead agreeable with it because I'm no longer afraid of how he'd react if I came home to tell him that I cheated on my Math test (which I didn't because I'm not taking Math). He's always encouraging me to do well in school and not to cheat or do other people's papers for cash (I mean, Please. Like I would. That's SO high school). Anyways, continuing with the boyfriend: He doesn't like people fondling his boxers, and he prefers to read instead of watch Sex and the City (I know, weird, right?) He doesn't really like people, he'd prefer to sit under a shady tree and sleep. He doesn't like cold and I do, so it's kind of a persuasion contest to see who would win the decision about where we would sleep (because he doesn't like cold, he doesn't have an air-con in his room. Weird, huh?). &Anyways, my family LOVES him. My grandmother, my grandfather, my aunts and uncles, my mom, my dad, sisters, brothers, etc. love him. My nephews like to play outside and because he's outside person (born and raised working on a Ranch), they love having him around to play outside with (since my brothers are mostly preoccupied, and my sisters are as well). Anyway, I suppose that's it. Well, there's more. But I'll be back for that later.

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

  • Not A Huge Deal

    Well, I'm in college. People say that you go through so much school to get to more school, but Why? I don't know why people make such a big deal out of college. It's not mega awesome. I dont see why I was put through 13 years of school to go through another series of years for even more school. Okay, you can choose what classes to take, when to take them, and who'll be your professor, but that isn't a huge bonus. College makes me so confused. My brain hurts while I study for all these classes that answer your questions with more questions. I don't see how we have allowed ourselves to become overwhelmed with a "higher education". I mean, how many people actually believe that hey're achieving something greater than what their parents hav become? How many of us want to deal with the stress that comes with college? I'm 18years old. I'm at that stage that I want to experiment, skip school, drink out, and slack off, because I completed 13 years of school. But for me, that isn't the case. In fact, I have a boyriend whom I love and who respects me, I attend my classes regularly except when I'm totally sick and out of it completely, and I don't drink on a outine basis. In fact, it's more of a special occasion kind of thing. But, I found my first white hair the other day. My friends say that I'm stressing out over school and I should take a break, go out with the girls for a night. But it's so hard to do. I feel like if I pull myself away from what I'm doing I won't get back on track until it's WAY too late. So here's my question to you: When your parents asked you what you wanted out of life, did you ever say "College", knowing what kind of stresses you'd have to deal with?

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