MEN! ..or maybe I should say young male adults, or male teenagers. Anyways my point is I can't live with them and i can't live without them.
There are the ones who are cocky, ignorant, know it all, uncommitted, stubborn, liars...and did I say COCKY, sadly the list goes on. However, on the other side, there are men who care for women, respect them, love them, and there's men that are committed.<<< ARE THERE ANY LEFT IN MY GENERATION?? . I attend a school, where most of the African-American boys just skip school, steal, and smoke weed. Now tell me is that anyway to live life?--Not saying that all African-American boys that attend my school are like that, just majority of them, and its really sad.
On another note, there's a guy. Lets call him Peter. Peter is funny, caring, respectful, and the list goes on (sounds corny), but he is like the guy I always seen myself dating, loving, and caring for.
It's funny because I wouldn't call it a crush, or a fantasy. I like him, but I only like him when i see him, other than that he is out of my mind and out of my system, but when i do see him my stomach does back flips, and my heart jumps out of my chest, its really weird, and I'm not to sure what to call it....any suggestions?...Anyways...
I have known Peter for quite some time, but since high school we have only had one class together, and after that everything just went downhill. I haven't been seeing him in the hallways, and we barley talk to one another. Ya once in a while he'll text me and I'll text him, we will flirt, but I'm not sure if he will call it flirting-- in other words he is naturally a funny guy; he is funny with everyone else, so I never know when he is playing around or when he's being serious, because he is continuously making me laugh. But then again if he really liked me he would be texting me more often--but then i start to second guess myself--thinking what if he thinks I don't like him, that's why he isn't texting me, because i never text him because I'm nervous, nervous about sending him the wrong message, nervous about being to flirty or not flirty enough.... But i guess there is two sides to every story, he will never know mine, and I will never know his. MY LUCK!!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
OVER PARENTING!
Hopefully you guys will actually relate to this one.
Definition of Over Parenting: Being so worried about the safety and success of your children that you do too many things for them and prevent them from being independent.
My mother is definitely an over-parenter, she tries so hard to help, I can't seem to be myself. Not that I don't appreciate the help, because I do! trust me...I'm not one of those ungrateful children that always get everything they want, and always take advantage of the parents. I love my mother very much, she gave up a lot for me, and she doesn't mean to be an over-parenter, she just cares for the well-being of her older daughter, and I understand that, but it's just too much.
Okay readers, take this in.....
On Friday it was my best friends birthday, and she was having a dinner/ sleep over party at her house on Saturday. I asked my mother waaayyyyy ahead of time to avoid disappointment. Of course she said yes, because she knows and trust their family, and i was very excited. We went to the CN Tower, enjoyed a wonderful dinner, went on a ride inside the tower, and after all of that we went to Dairy Queen (who knew there was only one in Brampton...so sad). Then we went back to her house and watched funny youtube videos (watch Beyonce Clown...its hilarious). When we got home, I made sure to call my mother to tell her that I was at her house safe and sound, she told okay have fun. The next morning we slept in really late, then had a beautiful breakfast. We decided to watch movies, because there was nothing to do in the house. We watched Dance Flick & Fired Up....surprisingly the time flew by, and it was 4'oclock. I called my mom, but weirdly she didn't want to talk to me, so I was on the phone with my sister, she told me that mom was mad at me and i should come home soon, so i trust her judgement and told her I was going to take a shower then come home..and so I did. I was home around 4:36, why is it as soon as I came through the door my mom was like "why were you out for so long, storming in my house more than 24 hours later than when i dropped you off?" I shook it off, and said "what are you talking about?", she continued to say "I dropped you off at 2 the other day and your coming in my house minutes to 5, and you think that's acceptable?", I said "Yes", my mother said " How is it yes, explain to me", I told her "You have known this person for a good 5 years, she doesn't go to my school anymore we needed to catch up, and plus you know her family, I don't see what the big deal", she begins to say "Don't you know that next year September your going to University? you need to buckle down!", I was like "Mom, I don't have any homework", she's like "It's not the fact of having homework anymore, its about reviewing your work", i told her "that i already did, and that i don't have homework, and i did all my chores, so I didn't see the problem of staying at my best friends, who lives less than to minutes away (walking distance), 3 hours later than what you dropped me off". After all of that, all she told me " never ask me to go to no sleep over ever again, because your not going, and wash the dishes"---- LIKE SERIOUSLY!!!
What would you guys do?? Because I was so heated she was lucky that she was my mom. I went downstairs put on some music, so I can block everything out. She came downstairs and told me to make some dip for the Tostitos chips that she bought...I just looked at her and said "Okay mom" and went into my room.
Can you guys please tell me why does my mother acts up for no apparent reason...LIKE JEEEZZZ!! I am so tired off it.
Anyways I had to let that out, so hopefully I didn't bore you with my weird and unusual story, but it always happens to me...so WELCOME TO MY WORLD!
Definition of Over Parenting: Being so worried about the safety and success of your children that you do too many things for them and prevent them from being independent.
My mother is definitely an over-parenter, she tries so hard to help, I can't seem to be myself. Not that I don't appreciate the help, because I do! trust me...I'm not one of those ungrateful children that always get everything they want, and always take advantage of the parents. I love my mother very much, she gave up a lot for me, and she doesn't mean to be an over-parenter, she just cares for the well-being of her older daughter, and I understand that, but it's just too much.
Okay readers, take this in.....
On Friday it was my best friends birthday, and she was having a dinner/ sleep over party at her house on Saturday. I asked my mother waaayyyyy ahead of time to avoid disappointment. Of course she said yes, because she knows and trust their family, and i was very excited. We went to the CN Tower, enjoyed a wonderful dinner, went on a ride inside the tower, and after all of that we went to Dairy Queen (who knew there was only one in Brampton...so sad). Then we went back to her house and watched funny youtube videos (watch Beyonce Clown...its hilarious). When we got home, I made sure to call my mother to tell her that I was at her house safe and sound, she told okay have fun. The next morning we slept in really late, then had a beautiful breakfast. We decided to watch movies, because there was nothing to do in the house. We watched Dance Flick & Fired Up....surprisingly the time flew by, and it was 4'oclock. I called my mom, but weirdly she didn't want to talk to me, so I was on the phone with my sister, she told me that mom was mad at me and i should come home soon, so i trust her judgement and told her I was going to take a shower then come home..and so I did. I was home around 4:36, why is it as soon as I came through the door my mom was like "why were you out for so long, storming in my house more than 24 hours later than when i dropped you off?" I shook it off, and said "what are you talking about?", she continued to say "I dropped you off at 2 the other day and your coming in my house minutes to 5, and you think that's acceptable?", I said "Yes", my mother said " How is it yes, explain to me", I told her "You have known this person for a good 5 years, she doesn't go to my school anymore we needed to catch up, and plus you know her family, I don't see what the big deal", she begins to say "Don't you know that next year September your going to University? you need to buckle down!", I was like "Mom, I don't have any homework", she's like "It's not the fact of having homework anymore, its about reviewing your work", i told her "that i already did, and that i don't have homework, and i did all my chores, so I didn't see the problem of staying at my best friends, who lives less than to minutes away (walking distance), 3 hours later than what you dropped me off". After all of that, all she told me " never ask me to go to no sleep over ever again, because your not going, and wash the dishes"---- LIKE SERIOUSLY!!!
What would you guys do?? Because I was so heated she was lucky that she was my mom. I went downstairs put on some music, so I can block everything out. She came downstairs and told me to make some dip for the Tostitos chips that she bought...I just looked at her and said "Okay mom" and went into my room.
Can you guys please tell me why does my mother acts up for no apparent reason...LIKE JEEEZZZ!! I am so tired off it.
Anyways I had to let that out, so hopefully I didn't bore you with my weird and unusual story, but it always happens to me...so WELCOME TO MY WORLD!
Friday, February 5, 2010
My Very First Time
To all the readers GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!!
Unfortunately, I am not going to write about my first time doing the Nasty!...I am writing about writing my very first blog! :) Today is the first day I am writing a blog, and for some reason I'm nervous. One of my close friends introduced me to blogging, and I would continuously ask her "how does she blog everyday and how do you blog" she continued to tell me write whatever comes to mind. I thought it was interesting, and hard at the same time, but know I'm noticing that it is actually soothing to the brain. (Thx hun :D)
So here goes nothing.........
After reading Wolverine's touching blog on friends, I would like to add my little two sense into it. I am never sure when I have a best friend, or a close friend, or someone I would want to call sister. To me a best friend is someone who is trustworthy, honest, and loyal. For instance I have a friend-- lets call her Sara-- Sara doesn't go to my school anymore, and we don't dance at the same studio; seeing that we were so close, i thought from her moving it will bring us closer together. Unfortunately i was wrong. She never calls, and when i call she either answers the phone, and within two minutes she has to go, or she doesn't answer. No! I don't expect her to answer all the time, I know she has a life, but when i take the time out to call and find out how your doing, you should show some respect and call back.
I also never know when its the right time to call someone a bessie or a best friend. I have a close friend who just left the school, lets call her --Brenda-- Brenda was always there for me whenever I needed her, and vise-versa, but when she started telling me weird stuff that made me feel uncomfortable, I started drifting away. Brenda and I always had lunch together, fortunately, the last lunch we had together she called me her Bessie, my stomach did flips. I didn't know if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling, and Till this day I'm still confused on how to feel. But what i really want to know is how to tell when your friend thinks your worthy enough to be called a best friend. I am really close to of my friends...but for some reason I'm afraid to call her my best friend. we don't talk on the phone together, we don't text each other, and we hardly go out together. Maybe she secretly doesn't like me, and she's just using me..for what i don't know cuz i don't anything she wants. But I have a wierd feeling that she doesn't want me to call her a best friend..why I HAVE NO IDEA!
Anyway to end this, I really don't know if I have a best friend.. not that i need one (i lied), I just want someone I can trust, and tell all my secrets to, despite if we get into an argument, or she finds another friends that she trust more. Maybe another time I can enlighten you with m freaky story of me doing the Nasty :)
p.s. I'm still a Virgin! :)
Unfortunately, I am not going to write about my first time doing the Nasty!...I am writing about writing my very first blog! :) Today is the first day I am writing a blog, and for some reason I'm nervous. One of my close friends introduced me to blogging, and I would continuously ask her "how does she blog everyday and how do you blog" she continued to tell me write whatever comes to mind. I thought it was interesting, and hard at the same time, but know I'm noticing that it is actually soothing to the brain. (Thx hun :D)
So here goes nothing.........
After reading Wolverine's touching blog on friends, I would like to add my little two sense into it. I am never sure when I have a best friend, or a close friend, or someone I would want to call sister. To me a best friend is someone who is trustworthy, honest, and loyal. For instance I have a friend-- lets call her Sara-- Sara doesn't go to my school anymore, and we don't dance at the same studio; seeing that we were so close, i thought from her moving it will bring us closer together. Unfortunately i was wrong. She never calls, and when i call she either answers the phone, and within two minutes she has to go, or she doesn't answer. No! I don't expect her to answer all the time, I know she has a life, but when i take the time out to call and find out how your doing, you should show some respect and call back.
I also never know when its the right time to call someone a bessie or a best friend. I have a close friend who just left the school, lets call her --Brenda-- Brenda was always there for me whenever I needed her, and vise-versa, but when she started telling me weird stuff that made me feel uncomfortable, I started drifting away. Brenda and I always had lunch together, fortunately, the last lunch we had together she called me her Bessie, my stomach did flips. I didn't know if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling, and Till this day I'm still confused on how to feel. But what i really want to know is how to tell when your friend thinks your worthy enough to be called a best friend. I am really close to of my friends...but for some reason I'm afraid to call her my best friend. we don't talk on the phone together, we don't text each other, and we hardly go out together. Maybe she secretly doesn't like me, and she's just using me..for what i don't know cuz i don't anything she wants. But I have a wierd feeling that she doesn't want me to call her a best friend..why I HAVE NO IDEA!
Anyway to end this, I really don't know if I have a best friend.. not that i need one (i lied), I just want someone I can trust, and tell all my secrets to, despite if we get into an argument, or she finds another friends that she trust more. Maybe another time I can enlighten you with m freaky story of me doing the Nasty :)
p.s. I'm still a Virgin! :)
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