mai 2012
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Proud to say that I am not the clingy type.
And I can’t stand clingy males.
avril 2012
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Blogs that attract me most
are the ones with more text, and less pictures.
I enjoy reading what people write. =]
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....for my next trick,
I will attempt to make myself look pretty next week.
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Samedi, 28 Avril 2012
I’m not used to sweet treatment by boyfriends or guys I’m dating. So, if a guy willingly buys something for me, it’s a shock. He calls me just to say ‘good night,’ I’m like, whaat? Buying me flowers and what I would consider to be extravagant gifts, looks into my eyes and tells me I’m beautiful?
In my head, I’m like, “GET OUT.”
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Him: Even though I saw you all day today, I wanted to call you just so I could hear your voice and to say 'good night.'
Me: Aww, yuh cute.
Him: No, you're cute, I'm hairy.
Me: Umm....what.
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odd numbers: I can't even..
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He is an intellectual intellect.
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Randoms
I haven’t done this in a while: bullet random things going on in my head and in my life currently. Here goes:
Today, I drove downtown for choir practice only to find out that there was no practice today (I need to double check my emails more often). I was kind of upset, but I would have been even more pissed if I had to take public transportation. I definitely don’t have $4.50 to...
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I refuse to become emotionally attached.
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Two nights in a row.
My neighbour keeps banging on the walls around this time of the night.
Yesterday, I didn’t do anything even though I wanted to bang back. It went on for about 10 minutes. This time, I screamed by “Why?!” like a retard, twice.
She stopped banging.
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Let me take a second to brag about how happy I am.
I am genuinely happy.
With myself.
With my life.
Despite the fail of last weekend,
I’m still happy.
I should just email this man. -__- Tumblr is failing….hard.
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Don’t tell me it failed again.
Why is it that tumblr will not allow us to communicate?
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I want my Saturdays back
After reblogging that post, I realise that Saturdays are actually my busiest days. I’m up by 7ish, I work out for 30 minutes, and then take a shower. While I’m in the bathroom, I clean it (Saturday is “chore day”), then I have to clean the bathroom downstairs. After all this is done, I get dressed, eat breakfast and leave the house for dance at about 8:30 or 9 depending on...
