1. Never ask a girl out by text.
This kills the satisfaction when you see her blush and start giggling, and the best part- you get to hear her say yes!.
2. When a girl says she is fine or something is ok, presume it isn't alright.
She may be testing you, I for one do it all the time to see if a guy is really listening or even if he really cares.
3. A real guy knows when his girl is upset.
If you can know a girl is upset as soon as she says "hi," you pretty much rule. I love a guy who knows me that well and can tell when I am upset.
4. Never compliment her just to be nice.
You better mean it because girls do take everything to heart.
5. The best girls are over-looked.
Those girls you hung around in high school, told everything to then ditched when it came time to be around your friends... yeah them... they are probably the only people who actually understand you fully.
6. Never say you love her...unless you mean it.
If you don't mean it, don't say it. Saying the "L" word just to get in her pants may seem like a good thing (if you're an arrogant a-hole) but in the long run it will just screw you over-litterally and metaphorically.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
My realizations. [I was extremely depressed when I wrote this]
Written 06-07-08 (no joke)
I have come to many realizations.
1. A diary is my therapist. It contains way too many secrets. It helps me get out every bit of anger, pain, sadness.
2. I am alone in the world. No matter who I am friends with, I won't be able to tell anyone every bit of my life. I can never tell anyone how i truly feel or what I think.
3. Everyone in the world is paired up, which pretty much goes with my previously stated statement. Either paired by boyfriend/girlfriend, best friends, husband/wife. I have no one. [ Ohkay, I do have best friends but like I stated also none that I can tell my whole life experiences to.]
I have come to many realizations.
1. A diary is my therapist. It contains way too many secrets. It helps me get out every bit of anger, pain, sadness.
2. I am alone in the world. No matter who I am friends with, I won't be able to tell anyone every bit of my life. I can never tell anyone how i truly feel or what I think.
3. Everyone in the world is paired up, which pretty much goes with my previously stated statement. Either paired by boyfriend/girlfriend, best friends, husband/wife. I have no one. [ Ohkay, I do have best friends but like I stated also none that I can tell my whole life experiences to.]
The Joke
When I was about 6 or 7, my oldest brother Rob would babysit me. He thought it would be funny to pull a prank on me. I had always thought I was adopted because I never acted like my brothers. I would get A's and B's in school while they would get C's and D's. Anyways, this prank left me scarred for the longest time.
I had a few cabbage patch dolls in my room, and you know how they come with a certificate saying "Congratulations, you've just adopted...." and you fill in the name? Well, Rob found that certificate and wrote my name in the blank. He then came up to me holding the paper in his hand and showed it to me. He told me he had to come clean, and that our parents were lying to me the whole time. He told me my parents were not my real parents.
I didn't believe him until I saw that piece of paper. Lets just say, after that I spent numerous hours in my room on my bed crying, and even more time yelling at my parents for lying to me because they hadn't told the truth.
I had a few cabbage patch dolls in my room, and you know how they come with a certificate saying "Congratulations, you've just adopted...." and you fill in the name? Well, Rob found that certificate and wrote my name in the blank. He then came up to me holding the paper in his hand and showed it to me. He told me he had to come clean, and that our parents were lying to me the whole time. He told me my parents were not my real parents.
I didn't believe him until I saw that piece of paper. Lets just say, after that I spent numerous hours in my room on my bed crying, and even more time yelling at my parents for lying to me because they hadn't told the truth.
Red Head
The joke around my family, and probably a few other families, has always been "I'll beat you like a red-headed stepchild." One thing a few people noticed was that I WAS that stepchild. I didn't have read hair and no I wasn't a stepchild but I did have two older brothers, that mentally and sometimes physically hurt me.
Don't get me wrong I love my parents, but ever since my dad got hurt on the job he hasn't been the same. I swear he can predict the weather! He is even more reliable than the weather channel. Though this could come in handy, it becomes more of a bother when all his pain is bottled up and he has to take it out on something... normally me and my brothers. He doesn't hit us, he yells and when he yells he doesn't stop.
Don't get me wrong I love my parents, but ever since my dad got hurt on the job he hasn't been the same. I swear he can predict the weather! He is even more reliable than the weather channel. Though this could come in handy, it becomes more of a bother when all his pain is bottled up and he has to take it out on something... normally me and my brothers. He doesn't hit us, he yells and when he yells he doesn't stop.
Spoiled Baby.... NOT!
A Post A Day #6
Whoever said the baby is the most spoiled, I'd like you to seriously reconsider that statement.
My father got hurt from his job as a construction worker, after that he spends most of his time fishing. Who is his fishing buddy? The middle child. Steven is the suck up in the family. Every family has one, the guy who is the glue of the family and has to keep everyone happy.
It is one thing to have a favourite toy, or a favourite ice-cream flavor but when you have a favourite child and everyone knows it it can become a self-esteem killer.
My dad would call me but end up saying the wrong name. He always seems to say Steven's name first. It is always "Steven, Robert...uh Brianna" or when he calls Rob over "Steven, Brianna, Robert!" you may think he just doesn't know who he wants... this isn't the case. he just doesn't remember our names... well he does it just takes him three times to get the right person. Though if he wants Steven, he will call Steven!
Whoever said the baby is the most spoiled, I'd like you to seriously reconsider that statement.
My father got hurt from his job as a construction worker, after that he spends most of his time fishing. Who is his fishing buddy? The middle child. Steven is the suck up in the family. Every family has one, the guy who is the glue of the family and has to keep everyone happy.
It is one thing to have a favourite toy, or a favourite ice-cream flavor but when you have a favourite child and everyone knows it it can become a self-esteem killer.
My dad would call me but end up saying the wrong name. He always seems to say Steven's name first. It is always "Steven, Robert...uh Brianna" or when he calls Rob over "Steven, Brianna, Robert!" you may think he just doesn't know who he wants... this isn't the case. he just doesn't remember our names... well he does it just takes him three times to get the right person. Though if he wants Steven, he will call Steven!
Pro-Life Pro-Choice
A Post A Day #5
An essay I'm writing for English... This is just part of it. Just the beginning.
“Which came first the chicken or the egg?” this question may never be answered, but has puzzled the mind of humans for centuries. One may say “the egg, for without it there would be no chicken”. Likewise, another person’s retort would be “the chicken, because without the chicken to lay the egg, there would be no egg”. These are both logical answers but are there really any right or wrong answers? No one knows for sure, but this has not stopped the arguments. This debate, “which came first,” is the same issue as the one on the subject of abortion. The argument over pro-life and pro-choice has been heavily debated for many years. A mother’s choice whether to have an abortion or not has caused each side to defend their beliefs. When a woman finds herself pregnant, she has three options: to give birth to the child and keep the baby, to have the child and give the baby up for adoption, or to have an abortion.
An essay I'm writing for English... This is just part of it. Just the beginning.
“Which came first the chicken or the egg?” this question may never be answered, but has puzzled the mind of humans for centuries. One may say “the egg, for without it there would be no chicken”. Likewise, another person’s retort would be “the chicken, because without the chicken to lay the egg, there would be no egg”. These are both logical answers but are there really any right or wrong answers? No one knows for sure, but this has not stopped the arguments. This debate, “which came first,” is the same issue as the one on the subject of abortion. The argument over pro-life and pro-choice has been heavily debated for many years. A mother’s choice whether to have an abortion or not has caused each side to defend their beliefs. When a woman finds herself pregnant, she has three options: to give birth to the child and keep the baby, to have the child and give the baby up for adoption, or to have an abortion.
Why Grow Up?
A Post A Day #4
Remember when getting high meant swinging on a playground? When scabbed knees were the most pain we experienced? When dressing up like an adult was actually fun. Remember when protection only meant using a bike helmet? Remember when sleeping with someone meant staying up all night. When race issues were all about who could outrun who. When the only drugs you knew were cough medicine. Remember when players were just kids on sports teams. When bases were the only thing you would steal. When the ice cream man was the only older guy you would see almost every day, aside from your neighbors. Remember when you would actually go outside to play instead of playing video games.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on a playground? When scabbed knees were the most pain we experienced? When dressing up like an adult was actually fun. Remember when protection only meant using a bike helmet? Remember when sleeping with someone meant staying up all night. When race issues were all about who could outrun who. When the only drugs you knew were cough medicine. Remember when players were just kids on sports teams. When bases were the only thing you would steal. When the ice cream man was the only older guy you would see almost every day, aside from your neighbors. Remember when you would actually go outside to play instead of playing video games.
When Two Worlds Collide
A Post A Day #3
My best friend, one who I would go to the ends of the Earth for, is now my lover. Everything about him gives me butterflies and makes my cheeks rouge in colour. He means everything to me, I know he will always be there for me. He takes care of me, and makes sure I feel safe. I can tell anything to him, and know I put my troubles in the right hands. He listens, and cares. He is my best friend, and my lover.
My best friend, one who I would go to the ends of the Earth for, is now my lover. Everything about him gives me butterflies and makes my cheeks rouge in colour. He means everything to me, I know he will always be there for me. He takes care of me, and makes sure I feel safe. I can tell anything to him, and know I put my troubles in the right hands. He listens, and cares. He is my best friend, and my lover.
Thoughts Haunting
As I sit here, writing this page, all my feelings pour out, mostly anger and rage. The lies and the betrayal, will come back to haunt you. The thoughts will suffocate you, making you remorseful and distraught. If only you could have seen the signs from the beginning, if only you could have stopped this early enough. We wouldn't be fighting, we wouldn't be arguing. I wouldn't have lost my best friend, but in the end that's how it has to happen. Spread your wings and fly, my beautiful butterfly. For if you were to never spread your wings and fly, how would we know how truly beautiful you are? How could you know what your full potential is if you kept your wings tucked in under your arms.
Song chorus.
A Post A Day #1
For the past few days, I've been trying to figure out what to write as my first A Post A Day piece. As I write this, I still have no idea, so I have decided to list some random things about me that very few people know.
1. I hate numbered lists, but as you will come to realize I have severe O.C.D.
2. My parents are both retired.
3. I tend to write words like colour, favourite, with a "U" by force of habit.
4. My favourite colour is green.
5. My favourite animal is a white tiger.
6. I love singing.
7. I love writing.
8. I graduated high school June 4th, 2010.
9. I'm a random person.
10. A lot of things has happened in my life, either I saw; witnessed; lived through; or did, that made me the way I am today.
For the past few days, I've been trying to figure out what to write as my first A Post A Day piece. As I write this, I still have no idea, so I have decided to list some random things about me that very few people know.
1. I hate numbered lists, but as you will come to realize I have severe O.C.D.
2. My parents are both retired.
3. I tend to write words like colour, favourite, with a "U" by force of habit.
4. My favourite colour is green.
5. My favourite animal is a white tiger.
6. I love singing.
7. I love writing.
8. I graduated high school June 4th, 2010.
9. I'm a random person.
10. A lot of things has happened in my life, either I saw; witnessed; lived through; or did, that made me the way I am today.
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