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Name: Amanda Country: United States State: South Carolina Birthday: 8/4/1984 Gender: Female
Interests: Lacrosse, hiking, swimming, putting patches on things, everquest ,rock'n'roll, animal rights, gay rights, and about a million other things such as being with my friends, making a fool of myself for laughs, and just being me in general... Expertise: Lacrosse baby, and being a kick ass friend, knowing what to say and when to say. Being an understanding camp counsilor/ex-girl scout. Being amused by life's mistakes (i.e. certain people and stupid quirks) reading....and uh...stuff.... Occupation: Education/training Industry: Other
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7/8/2003
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| You wanna know why New Yorkers are always do depressed? The light at the end of our tunnel is New Jersey. Such is my case in my history class. There's these 3 neanderthal italians from New Jersey. And they think they're the shit. The funny part is, I don't think any of them know i'm from New york. And probably the only student IN the class who can help them when they DO fuck things up. But that's OK. I think I'll give them one more class before i flip out at them. The first day of class they get on my case about using the term "jock". Which IS a typical high school stereotype. Today when I'm talking about the initial bush scandal one of them pips up about "getting the facts straight". Ok. Fine. They get ONE MORE strike before I've said I've had enough. One more. Before I ignore Malloy, or tell him to shut up, and go off. Because there is no reason for them to sit there and mock other peoples opinion and think they're hot shit when they're from NEW JERSEY of all places. They're ridiculous. I've gotten tired of dealing with stupid prejudices from the south. I am REALLY not about to deal with them from my own people. So to speak. You know what? no. Fuck it. I'm going off about it on tuesday or thursday. Whenever the test isn't. All I'm going to say is that we're all old enough to be in college so we should have matured enough to allow other people there opinions. If you have something intelligent to add to the discussion, fine, but don't mock someone elses opinion by saying things like "get your facts straight" and laughing about it. It's not necessary. And the ENTIRE time I am saying this, I'll look the Terrible Trio dead in their fucking faces with a smirk. Because they are the ringleaders of this stupidity. Well. That particular stupidity. Because there's also a general stupidity shared amongst some of the students and the teacher. Which also needs to end. We got this one kid who sits in the back for the express purpose of being next to a "Hot girl". Great time learning when you're staring at her tits and zoning out huh? I am so glad i Just use that class to write notes. Otherwise I'd end up losing IQ points AND Brain Cells. Fucking asswipes. One of these days....
Anyway. I got the picture I requested from this girl named Sandy. It's fucking awesome. If I could shrink it a little bit....it's make a GREAT tattoo for my shoulder blade or my hip or ankle or something. It's amazing. I wish I had a scanner and could put this on the internet. It's awesome. | | |
| What is wrong with guys? Why do they feel that the best girlfriend is a trophy bitch. The type who just sits there and looks pretty. Without a though in her head other than to fuck him and agree with everything he says. And THEN on top of that!!! They turn around and don't want you to be friends with the only friends you have. He's turning this relationship into something I can't get out of. If I don't have any friends outside of him, if we do break up, then I'm left with nothing. I can't just drop my friends and expect to pick them back up when the chips are down for me. That's the rudest thing I can possibly think of. I'm going to remain friends with Quita and the girls. Because as much as he needs "Guys Nights Out" I, respectively need "Girls Nights Out". I love being with him. I love him. What I don't love is this disturbing need of his to have control over my entire life. When I make the attempt to get along with his friends that he either sets me up to dislike OR the friends of his that are just plain stupid and not worth giving the time of day to, the LEAST I should expect is to have the same respect given to my friends. It's not his place to tell me who I can and Cannot be friends with. Just like it's not my place to tell him who HE can and cannot be friends with. However. This time I am making an exception.
.....and then the bastards go and do or say something that makes you forgive them.
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| Have you ever just sat down, and looked at everything, and decided that the best way to deal with it all was to just say "fuck it. Nevermind." ?? And If I have to put up one more bloody rant about tone of voice and the "Game of Houses" I'm going to lose it. Maybe I am being overly cranky. Maybe I am PMSing and getting bitchy because I'm sick. But there is no reason for a person to defend someone who that person KNOWS is pissing their girlfriend off with a RANGE of mean things to say about Said Girlfriend. Atleast I just call the little fag a fag. The little bitch put a toe outside the closet and feels better. Whoopdy bloody do. There's not reason for him to say "Amanda's Fat Ass..." or anything like that. But NOOOOOO fag boy HAS to touch on sensitive subjectS. Yeah. Capital S. Because it's Plural. And then there's Lolita. Gotta love petty little bitches. The ones that'll corrupt every word out of your mouth until they get angry about it. The ones that delibrately ignore the parts of a sentence that take the accussatory and make it a statement. The type of grimy ass girls that go and want to be the center of attention and ALWAYS need to be the one blamed, just so they can deny it. You know what's funny? I was talking to my mom today. And guess what HER theory is on Lolita sticking her nose in my love life and trying to tell people how *I* feel and how *I* think? My mom, in her ever present genious, deemed Lolita a jealous little prig, one who WANTS my relationship with Justin. Not necessarily Justin himself. Then Again. That doesn't seem to matter does it. When you sit there and say "love you bye" like you're talking to a piece of shit. But that'll put me on my "Game of Houses" rant. Why can't people watch their tone of voice? Why can't they ever remember that some things really get to a person, and it ain't cool to sit there and fuck with them. And why, WHY?! must everyone assume that i'm as oblivious to life as a rock is to wind? When I grew up, you were smacked for your tone of voice. THAT'S where i learned it all from. And now I can pick up on tones of voice from others, and I have to say, I'm not impressed. I almost have to laugh though. Justin just commited one of Lee's crimes, only to a lesser extent. He DID say "I Love You" but he might as well have been saying "Shut the Fuck up Bitch and Let me Be." And when THAT intonation is shown....it doesn't even sound like "I Love You" anymore, it sounds like you're saying it out of habit, and don't really give a rats ass wether or not the relationship rots and dies on you, or if it continues to grow. Further, I'm kinda tired of flipping back and forth. One day we're getting married, the next we're not. One day if I get pregnant we're keeping it, the next is an abortion. One day we're "married" the next is "ehhh..." WHAT IN THE HOLY LIVING HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! Yeah, OK. I'm sick. Whoopdy fucking do. And I'm on my period. Go Figure. But that does not mean that I can't continue to pick up on the little things that everyone thinks I miss. I'm about to just tell him nevermind. He doesn't need to take me anywhere. Hell. He doesn't even need to hang out with me if he doesn't want to. I mean damn, who am i? I'm just a confused girlfriend. No one important. Nothing special. I *FINALLY* have energy after being knocked out from this cold for the past 2 days, and he would prefer to spend time with the boys. Well. Love you too. I'm sure it takes 4 guys to TAPE A FUCKING WALL!! And on TOP of that! He goes and TELLS me he forgot about me today. How DARE you!? Says "Don't take that the wrong way baby. I love you" and sounds all sincere and shit. But when you add up the count of today's fuck ups....it makes it sound exactly like it should. He Forgot about me. Cold. Heartless. Neglectful. And here is where I hate myself. I hate myself because at the same time that i'm saying all this, there's this little piece of shit in the back of my head that won't fart itself out. That little turd is saying "But you're with him 24-7. Let him have some time to himself. Let him not have to be the chauffer or Super Boyfriend or anything. Let him be himself." It's like a turd that sticks to your ass and won't drop off. Instead of hanging out with me he tells me to go to sleep. Instead of spending time with me he wants me to "take more drugs and pass out". That's just lovely. And you know the worst part? I can't even bring myself to say this too him. Because I know if I start it on the phone, he'll hang up. And even if I did start this conversation face to face...he'd probably dump me. Because he's "getting tired of chacing me" well I'm getting tired of chasing him! Always trying to be one step ahead, knowing wether he's joking or not, knowing what he wants and when he wants it. I'm tired of comparing myself to his ex. I'm tired of feeling like a goddamn bloody tag along friend. The one that NO ONE wants around, but they have to deal with. I'm fucking tired of it! I've been feeling this way for 3 years. Atleast. And I'm done. I'm just....done. And now I have to deliberate on wether or not I should call him and tell him to nevermind. And I have to make up my mind soon, BEFORE Tanya gets back with the tape. Otherwise he'll be on his way, and upset and then i'll have to deal with him in the car. Fuckin' A. Don't get me wrong. He's not about to beat on me. And it isn't as bad as it sounds. I do love him. And I know he loves me. I'm just a little emotional right now for some reason. Probably because i'm bleeding, and sick. And it's not even just lovey-dovey emotional. it's every emotion. No matter what it is, comes out 4x as strong as it should. I cried last night. I mean REALLY cried. For the first time in forever. I cried when we had to put Galaxy down yeah. But this time....this time..it was just because. Because there was too much going on. And I was scared, and I didn't know what to do. And I was too sick to go seek comfort where I wanted it from. Yeah...I probably should call him back and tell him to not worry about it. Because I feel like I'm going to start crying again. Then again...I'm afraid that BECAUSE of that I'll get into another fight because he's going to be upset about me calling him again so soon after we hung up. See...over emotional. i'm feeling weepy again. This whole thing seems pointless. BLAH | | |
| wow. Long time since i last wrote. School started back up again. And I have to say. I am DETERMINED to get A's and B's this time. There will be none of what happened last semester when I got C's across the board. There was also something else I wanted to put down here a few days ago, but I can't really remember what it was. OH YEAH! i'm on myspace.com now...y'all should look for me. | | |
| ok. So i got back from maryland yesterday. And I have to admit, the best part of the trip was sleeping in the same bed as Justin for 2 nights, and taking a shower with him, AND when he let me light his cigarettes. Oh. And I can't forget the Livewire that they still sell up there and the chicken fajitas from Sheetz. The trip up was boring and fun at the same time, because we all started acting like idiots. But the trip down was horrible, because we stopped at every god forsaken bathroom on I-95. I also come back to Kerri's retardation she has a thing for using the touch sensor mouse, which my thumbs bump up against when i'm typing and being lazy. And, let's make my day....KERRI has her god damn license! I am SO fucking PISSED about that. Especially since she's being a bitch and NOT telling me what it takes to pass it. So now I'm on a new adventure : learning to drive with Justin. It's like, before I was pissed that the elderly who could barely walk were getting their licenses before me. Now i'm pissed that my dumbfuck sister is allowed on the road and i'm not. So. Yeah. All i really need is what goes on after k turns. because the assholes at DMV have programmed a test designed just for me that will cause me to fail continuously, getting one step further. I'm sure there's a point where they'll have to pass me, but i'm tired of waiting. I'm going to get my damned license if I have to kill everyone in DMV and do the paperwork myself. Dammit. | | |
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