Thursday, January 7, 2010

Dearest Friends,

Do you know what a friend is?



  1. A person you know well and regard with affection and trust
  2. A person attached to another by feelings of affection or person regard
  3. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts


Those are the definitions I found in Google [well they were the shortest and easiest to retype] and I guess those are technically what a friend is, since they are the definition. I can't remember who it was that I heard this from but the definition that I love most for 'friends' is the family you choose. Really and truly, I adore that simple explanation because it's true. Sometimes we choose wrong though and we get hurt. At least, I know I do. I've lost quite a many friend due to lies, betrayl, even simple misunderstandings that we were too stubborn to work through. But real friends, we get through it. And God knows at times I swear I hate them. I want to punch them in their stupid, little faces. I want to gouge their eyes out with sporks and shove them down throat. I want to cover their bodies is cheese and let loose a thousand starving mice upon their tied up, cheddar soaked body. Yet...sadly and fortunately...I don't. Not only because I think those might be illegal [I'll check that out] but because that's what's family is. And that's what true friends are.

Best Friend: You're such a ho!

Me: Yes...but you love me.

Best Friend: I kind of have to.

Me: What!? You have to?!

Best Friend: You think I'd love someone so crazy by choice?

Me: Oh...I see...

Best Friend: I have to. It's what I live for.

Me: What??

Best Friend: I live to love you. Duh. If I didn't love you and you didn't
love me, we'd both be dead. We're maaaade for each other!

Me: -insane giggles-

Best Friend: Dorkk.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Silver Lining

I am just a boy
Trapped in this girl's body.
Though it's okay since I like her breasts.

I am just a dreamer
Suffering from insomnia.
But I'm seeing more now than with my eyes shut.

I am just a student
Without any books.
Because life is teaching me through its own lessons.

I am just a liberal
Living a blood red state.
Still I remain true to my beliefs and opinions.

I am just a star
Bounded by this galaxy.
And yet I am burning brighter, hotter than you.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

A Few (Incorrect) Things

So I was just perusing on a social networking site that I'm hopelessly addicted to and I stumbled across a group entitled "102 Things Guy Should Know About Girls". How could I not click? While reading this list, I discovered a few things I didn't even know about us girls.


Go along with her to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you
enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went with her.

[Really? No. Go to movies you both like. Otherwise, one of you is going to be miserable the whole time. If a guy drags me to a chick flick 'cause that's what he THINKS I like, he's going to be just as miserable as me. I need my shooting, my blood, my terror, my guts. Stupid stereotypes]

Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle. Let
her win once in a while.

[I am not fragile. If you knock a girl down, she will not shatter into a million pieces. And as for letting us win, that is just as hurtful to our pride as yours. Play your best and let the best girl win ;)]

Don’t ever lie to us; we always find out.

[Correct: Sometimes we find out. Usually we don't, unless you're dumb and you make a huge mistake.]

Remember: Girls are pretty, but yours is the prettiest!

[Do not tell her she is the prettiest girl ever. You both know it isn't true. To you, she may be the prettiest but make sure you specify that it is IN YOUR EYES.]

No matter what you say, your ex-girlfriend is a ho. Don’t bother trying to
convince us otherwise, that is a bad idea.

[Not true. Your ex-girlfriend may or may not be a ho. It solely depends on who the heck your ex-girlfriend is. If you think about at that one then, all girls themselves are really ho's because (most) all girls at some point will be an ex-girlfriend. Duh.]

If you did something wrong, apologize. Even if you didn’t, do it anyway.

[If you did something wrong, apologize. If you didn't, don't apologize. That would be stupid and fake. There's very few things worse than being fake.]

Most of the time when I fantasize, it's about you. Don’t obsess over that.

[No it isn't. It's most likely not about you. That's why it's a fantasy because it isn't reality.]

I expect you to call me. If you don’t, you go down.

[Again, wrong. If you don't call me, then I should be man enough to call you. Girls really need to grow a pair nowadays. However, if you SAY you are going to call and then you do NOT, well then yes, yes you do go down.]

Any decent man will ask a girl out to her face. I mean; if you aren’t man enough
to ask us out to our face, who says you're gonna be man enough to our boyfriend
at all.

[It can sometimes be a good thing to ask a girl out to her face but if you do it any other way, you're okay. Just because you don't humiliate yourself physically in person doesn't mean you aren't decent. I find that a note or something along those lines are way better because then I can cherish them afterwards.]

If she’s not feeling loved, she will start looking....

[Only partly true. I think with this one it depends on the situation. Certain guys are just not overly affectionate. Other times, he's just a jerk. If I don't feel loved enough, I'll make myself heard. If the guy doesn't take heed then, I'll start looking. Give us some credit, please.]

Baseball players are hot. The sport makes you skinny and your arm muscles… well,
it’s hot. We’ll go to all your games even if we hate baseball.

[Baseball is not the only hot sport. Personally, I don't have a fetish for baseball players but hey, some girls do. I prefer my guys to be more into track or D&D. Either way, if a girl likes a guy enough she'll go to whatever activity he partakes in to see him.]

Don't play hard to get. We’ll get bored and move on.

[See one several things above. Girls like challenges. Girls like a little bit of rejection. Sad but true. What's even worse is girls are like guys. If a boy just rolls over and gives a girl puppy dog eyes to scratch his belly, she'll find someone who is a little more hard to get. Don't be easy.]

If you’re single, find the one girl who’s always there on the sidelines at your
football game, or at each of your concerts, all your baseball games. She
loves you. Her excuse may be that she’s there for her brother, but she’s
really there for you.

[Incorrect. She probably is there for her brother unless her brother doesn't participate in the same thing. Then she's a stalker. And girls do do this. I've stalked many a men this way.]

If a girl really likes you, just seeing you will make her day.

[You are not that handsome or sexy or cute or amazing. Looking at you will not make our day. However should you look at us and smile, flirt with us, acknowledge our existence in some way, that will most likely make part of our day.]

There were a lot more items but a few of them were more realistic and true. I just found these to be somewhat...irritating, I guess. Yes a few of those are probably true for a few girls but overall, don't lump females all into a stereotype because we are not that simple. Actually, stereotypes are just bad in general. Obnoxious little buggers.

Typical Night

Well anything but.

I just got home (that would be 2am Eastern Time) yet I still taste the smoke on my lips and shake from the bitter wind's bite. It was around 17 degrees tonight, not including the wind chill which was probably around -43975837584383 degrees. I stood outside for well past two hours with a girl I despise, a boy I've never even met, a once in a blue moon friend, an ex-lover, and my brother. We huddled around a make shift fire that we carelessly threw together with cardboard, sticks, a phone book, and a whole lot of kerosene. The heat was a welcomed relief considering we had just spent nearly an hour pushing a car steeply up an ice covered hill. For me, I just wanted to enjoy the heat and relax in the somewhat pleasant company. But with my brother, things are never really that simple. He had fireworks of course. It was...interesting to say the least. At some point during the throwing into the pit and fleeing into the woods while being chased by little bits of ash and sparks, I found myself slipping my frozen fingers in my former beau's pocket to take his incredibly warm hand. After that, I was sort of in a euphoric state 'cause, you see, he's "the boy that ruined me for all other guys." That sounds like a bad thing but not so much. He's my first love. And no, I'm talking about puppy dog, freshman crush, silly butterflies first love. No, he was the first person I was willing to cry for, lie for, die for. So no matter what a few of those feelings will always crowd my cross stitched heart and being with him tonight just made me happy, regardless my intellectual side knows better. Then after the cold finally got to us, the drive home was like that of an alternative punk song. We had the heat on full blast and the stereo blasting Say Anything. Way past curfew, the road was ours for the taking and we drove like there was no one waiting at the end of the ride. Right now, I'm on a rush of love, life, laughter, and other 'L' words to fit into my alliteration there. I just thought I'd share this quick little summary so in a few weeks, when my world is going down hill again, I'll read it and the memory will bring a smile to the lips he so softly kissed good night.

No it's not right,
For us to be together tonight.
But I'm not going to argue,
'Cause I'll admit I've missed you.
And you're warm while I'm cold.
So do as you're told
And keep me here by the fire,
Who cares if they see our desire?
I think it's kind of sweet,
The way you're sharing body heat.
And you kiss the tip of my nose,
While I lose feeling in my toes.
So now I look into those river mud eyes
I ask if we can screw these guys,
Can we just get in the car and go?
Wherever, they don't need to know.
You laugh at me and I melt.
It's all those old feelings I forgot I felt.
Still you take my hand and we're gone,
We're gone in a race to the dawn.