Friday, June 24, 2011

Boys Boys Boys *Lady Gaga*

Boys Boys Boys *Lady Gaga*

You know what I was just thinking about? The fact that pretty much no matter what I want, I always have at least one boy that wants me. It's kind of ridiculous really.

I mean, who wants one to four boys hanging all over you at once? I personally, do not. And maybe that's the problem. Tons of girls would die to have guys falling all over them, but I wouldn't. So maybe this is a karma thing or something. I don't know.

What I do know is that, I'm a one guy kinda girl. I refuse to do things with other males when I'm in a relationship, despite what people believe. I have cheated, but it was an extension off of a deal with one of my ex-boyfriends, and he cheated too. Pretty much, I only cheat when being cheated on. No ifs, ands, or buts! Although, people have "proof" that I've done "the dirty" behind my boyfriends backs, there truly is none. I haven't, nor will I ever again.

I'm not a bad person. I'm flirty, yes. But I try not to use that to my advantage often. In short, I love the one I'm with while I'm with them. Sometimes, I love them for a while after that even. But it isn't bad to do that. 

So all these guys that keep hanging ALL the frick over me, please refrain. Unless I have given you some semblance of hope, please leave me be.

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Jawzii To The Rescue

Spiderwebs *No Doubt*

Spiderwebs *No Doubt*

So I've been checking out my friend Julia's blog and I decided it may not be a terrible idea to start my own.

So here I am, a seventeen year old girl, sitting at home by myself for the second day in a row. And that's how my life works. What parents in their right mind let a teenager stay at home alone for this long? I'll tell you what kind! The "trusting" kind. Besides the fact that I don't know anybody here, I could totally get a good party going!

But alas, I'm a loser, with no life. So what do I do all day every day I'm left alone?

That is a very good question. I watch movies. This is the place where I can build up my movie knowledge since my mother doesn't allow me to watch any "inappropriate" stuff. Which to her means making out, sex, drinking, drugs and death. But what's a movie without even one of those elements in it? I mean for real? So I get a vocabulary of movies I should have seen quite a while ago when I come out to good ole' Virginia to visit my dad. Especially since he really could careless what I watch.

So Hoolia, this is to you. The person who started my blogging career! I love you, but you get me addicted to incredibly odd stuff. Haha.

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Jawzii To The Rescue!!!!