I don't need you anymore

You didn't put up a fight. You didn't put me first. You said you cared and you would but you didn't. You didn't give me enough. You didn't even try. You don't care anymore. You don't even see me anymore, you just look right pass me. I'm not the same to you anymore. You've found happiness somewhere else. Well, so did I. I don't need you anymore.

My gay and straight 5

Gay
01: Megan Fox
02: Angelina Jolie
03: Any of the Victoria's Secret models
04: Beyonce
05: Kim Loan (back in the day when she was young and hot)

Straight
01: Chase Crawford
02: Channing Tatum
03: Chad Michael Murray
04: Brad Pitt
05: Abercrombie models

If you were a boy, what type of boy would you be?

The player. The one with no feelings. The 'Mark.' The one that don't know how to love. The womanizer. The one that think all females are the weaker sex. The one that only wants sex. The one that runs from love. The one that runs before getting hurt. The one that will never fall in love. The heart breaker and NEVER the heart broken. The one that sweet talk all the girls so they will sleep with them. The one that don't care about their girl's feelings. The ex that everybody hates. The one everybody warns about but still fall for anyways. The one that uses his ego more than his brain. I want to be the boy that don't believe in romantic and only hurts the ones that love them because those are the boys that will never cry for another and will live life to the fullest.

50 things to do before summer ends

- Buy a stack of old MAD magazines from a second-hand bookshop & read them in the sun
- Take lots of photos of you & your friends enjoying the weather (DONE)
- Wear something totally inappropriate & go dancing
- Drink cocktails & listen to Duffy
- Make at least one new friend (DONE)
- Lie in bed in the morning, with the windows open & good music playing loudly (DONE)
- Take an outdoor yoga class
- Eat black cherries (DONE)
- Flirt with someone of the same sex (DONE)
- Have a picnic in a tree
- Buy an inflatable paddling pool, lie in it & take self-portraits
- Take a dog for a walk (if you don’t have one, borrow someone else’s!)
- Trust your intuition (DONE)
- Climb on a jungle-gym
- Explore a new area — even if it’s just another neighbourhood
- Kiss someone new (DONE)
- Choose a project to start working on over winter
- Get a deluxe spa pedicure
- Buy a hula-hoop & start using it!
- Throw a party in celebration of how fabulous you are
- Go to the beach & build a sand-castle
- Stock up on jangly bracelets at a flea market
- Start a journal (DONE)
- Have a slumber party with a friend & go out for breakfast in the morning
- Go to a rooftop party
- Learn some words in another language
- Make some choices which make you nervous (DONE)
- Go for a bike ride with your best friend
- Get a massage which makes you feel as if your body’s melting
- Buy a fabulous sun-hat
- Visit the tourist attractions in your own city
- Hack up an old pair of jeans into shorts
- Have an Elton John singalong (BYO crazy glasses)
- Learn to appreciate good guitar players
- Do something that your parents or friends disapprove of (DONE)
- Take the vacation days you have owing
- Take an art class
- Spend some quality alone time in saucy underwear
- Carry a tiny water-gun in your purse
- Go skinny-dipping
- Start to believe that you can truly have whatever you want (DONE)
- Make a commitment to wearing heels at least one day a week (DONE)
- Try every different bottled iced tea at your local shop
- Lie around in the grass with your sunglasses & a pair of headphones on (DONE)
- Go roller-skating
- Take a flower-arranging class
- Keep a secret
- Swear off drama (DONE)
- Reconnect with your old friends
- Read this & be inspired! (DONE)

The 7 different kinds of roommates in college

The Toddler
It might start off simply- "Oh, I lost my key", or "Hey, could I print this out on your computer?" but the dependency has only begun. Pretty soon he's asking you which shirt looks better with these khakis as you fill out the complicated parts of his FAFSA application. Of course, all of this is just child's play compared to weekends. Even the most prolonged use of your toothpaste has nothing on what happens when this enormous preschooler gets a hold of a bottle of booze. You spend most weekend nights fielding calls from a guy named J-Rock telling you that no one can get him out of the sycamore outside Sigma Nu. When you finally drag him home at 4:15 AM, you'll be rewarded with a bonus round of projectile vomiting brought to you by his accidental alcohol poisoning. It's a good thing his mom left a laminated sheet of emergency numbers glued to your tack board!

The Mascot
Hopefully you like your school's colors, because before you moved in, your roommate and his parents came early and repainted your room. Your spirited roommate has no standards for people other than the fact that they go to your school. Thus the glaring douchiness of a person doesn't matter to him as long as they are coincidentally chosen and enrolled in your class. Whenever you wear a red shirt, your roommate boos you and says, "F*ck the Wildcats," at which point you try to explain to them that red is not wolverines, it's a color. Eventually he will decide to run for student government and your front door will be plastered with campaign posters. He considers his running for office the biggest moment of your life, and never allows you to fall asleep as he explains to you all the bright new ideas he has about fresh produce in the cafeteria and a sure fire plan that will get the Guster to perform in the stadium. You won't vote for him, but he will still win the election and you will be stuck eating healthier school lunches and pretending to like Guster.

The Hopeless Romantic
If you are a girl, then Yahtzee! Your roommate's decision to enter a relationship has landed you a single. But if you're a guy, your double is now effectively a triple in which you have somehow become the imposing stranger. That feels frustrating at first, but the girlfriend has a lot of single friends and says that she will set you up with them. However, none of those girls want to date her boyfriend's roommate, because they see you as leftovers. When you finally rebel against the sexiling and stay in the room even at your roommate's urgings to leave, you find that your glorious statement means nothing as they still fornicate while you pretend to sleep and fight back tears. When a nightmare about loneliness startles you awake later that evening, you notice that they are having sex yet again. You also notice that you have a boner. Against your better judgment you begin masturbating to their lovemaking and decide that it is better than porn and that maybe having a roommate with a girlfriend isn't so bad. Until you get caught, that is. Then it's really bad.

The B.F.F.
When you walked into your open double, he was already there listening to "One Man Wrecking Machine" and hanging a poster of "Wedding Crashers" on his wall. You ripped your headphones from your ears to show him that you also were listening to Guster, and you frantically unzipped your luggage to show him your same "Wedding Crashers" poster. You find out that you both love cheeseburgers and the same TV shows. You hit on girls together, you drink together, you work out together; you do everything together. One day he meets a really cool girl and you both really like her, but she hangs out more with him probably because he's taller and she's kind of tall or whatever. It's fun because she likes Guster and "Wedding Crashers" too. But sort of like you don't see him as much as you like and you called "shotty" when you both first saw her, but he still hooked up with her. But it's cool, it's just that he chews so fucking loud lately and now he won't eat cheeseburgers because she thinks that they are unhealthy. It's not like you miss him or anything but one day you wouldn't mind if maybe he took you to a Vince Vaughn movie just the two of you...or whatever.

The Displaced Legacy
His father went to that ancient, prestigious private university that does legacy admissions, but your roommate failed to meet the already lowered standards to go to Dad's alma mater. But it wasn't his fault...just ask him. Nope, he lost his spot to Affirmative Action for underrepresented demographic groups, or, as he puts it, "they felt sorry for too many one-legged North Korean lesbians." So he "deigned to enroll" at his safety school, which is the school you were thrilled to attend. He copes with this indignity by maintaining an air of superiority and by insulting everyone. And not that you asked to join, but he says you don't have "the right bearing" to be in the a capella society he's founding. Plus, his Freshman 40 were the result of "having to frequent that communal eatery" you call the dining hall, with food "typical of this football school." You wish he would stop calling you and your friends "plebs."

The Hometown Hero
The good news is you have every weekend to yourself because homeboy over there uses his special parking pass to make the four-hour drive home to visit his high school girlfriend. They've been dating for three years now; she's "his everything." The bad news is that you know every little detail about your small-town roomie; his girlfriend's menstruation cycle, his grandmother's birthday, even about the time Stan From Back Home peed his pants after prom. While Jessica Alba posters surround your bed, picture frames and photos dominate every inch of his space. Not like he needs any still shots, this guy spends all of his time skyping. Towards the second half of the year, your weekends alone have been getting increasingly less frequent. You are no longer falling asleep to the sound of texting, or waking up to a mumbled telephone conversation from across the room. You convince your buddy to come out and party with you, but he spends the whole evening bringing up Stan stories. You really don't care about Stan From Back Home or any of his stories. At least you know that next weekend is his great uncle Gary's birthday and he'll probably be going home for that.

The Kevin Spacey
Is he or isn't he? I mean, it's not a big deal, just, you don't know. It doesn't matter which way his compass is pointing, all you want to know is what direction he's going in. Is that so much to ask? You could've broached the subject maybe in the first week, but now you're two months in and it's just getting weirder. Yeah, he'll keep telling you that girl is "super hot" or "a total fuck-bitty", but he also keeps squeezing your arm and calling you Mr. Gyllenhaal. You always walk in on him cuddling with Jackie, the hot girl from the second floor, but then if you say anything, he'll roll his eyes and tell you that she's just his best friend. Not that that's a bad thing! It's a great thing, it's whatever. It's just... CMON! He keeps on saying he has a crush on "somebody" in his chem class, but he doesn't say who, and his facebook has sexual preference as blank- OF COURSE- but it also says he loves David Sedaris, but who doesn't love David Sedaris?? He's hilarious! But then his favorite Musicians are Eminem and Mika! MIKA!!?!?!?!?

But it's whatever man, it's cool.

I'm going to prove you wrong one day.

I hate you for not believing in me. I hate you for not trusting me. I hate you for treating me like a little kid. I hate you for giving me the impression that marriage is a lie. I hate you for being overprotective. I hate you for annoying me. I hate you for being hot and cold. I hate you for not liking the person that I am. I hate you for not seeing what I go through everyday or what I've went through these past few years. I hate you for acting like you support everything that I do. I hate you for being cheap. I hate you for comparing me to others. I hate you for blaming everything on me. I hate you for making me look bad. I hate you for everything you've done and with that I'm going to prove you wrong one day.

Run

I run from everything. I run when I'm sad. I run when I'm angry. I run when I don't know what else to do. I run when there's no ice cream in my house. I run when I don't want the world to see me. I run because it makes me feel better. I run from my problems. I run when I don't want to deal with it. I run with the music. I run to heal. I just run.

Shopping list!

-powder
-concealer
-red and gold heels
-a much bigger bags
-skateboard
-punching bag
-sunglasses case
-brush cleaner

5 lies women and men tell

5 lies women tell:
1. I’m not mad at you.
2. I don’t mind if you go to the strip club with the boys.
3. I’m just not ready for a boyfriend right now.
4. I don’t mind picking up the tab tonight; you always pay anyway.
5. That was fucking great!

5 lies men tell:
1. Of course you’re prettier than your best friend and sister.
2. I wasn’t masturbating, I was readjusting.
3. I like going to Hooters for the chicken wings.
4. You’re not fat, it’s just the mirror.
5. I don’t mind picking up the tab; you always pay anyway.

one day you're gonna wake up, roll over and wish it was me and not her.

one day you'll see the sadness i felt when you decided not to fight. one day you'll see the anger i felt every time you say that one word. one day you'll see how much i cared. i still do.

Things to rant about later

-lovely dovely couples
-clingy friends/people
-loud chinese people on the train
-tourist in new york > new yorkers

The first rant.

I don't understand why people like to tell you a current time but then they're late themselves. Please people, if you know you're going to be late just tell me so so I don't have to waste my time waiting for you. "Live for the moment." The guys and I go by that. If you're just going to waste my time than I'm just not going to even bother with you. Life, and this summer for that matter, is so short. I have no time to waste.

My first blog posting thingy!

I actually don't know what to write so if you're reading this you just wasted your time[; kthx.

Oh, and I need someone to make a layout for me.

And yeah, everybody I follow are make up gurus[;

And yes I know, it's very red.