tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59982442011-04-21T21:57:58.857-02:00Too lazy to really write in a JournalVery intimate...very honestbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1102892363945956392004-12-12T20:48:00.000-02:002004-12-12T20:59:23.946-02:00Well, now everyone can see that I have a terrible time sticking to one thing. I get so interested in something and the next thing I know, I don't care anymore. Really ridiculous. And I'm a horrifying procrastinator. So what's new on the hope front? Ummm...I just finished my 3rd semester at the college, my mom died August 29, 2004, Lebo and Tasha got married, I met a new guy, AJ who turned out to baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1080768550989650542004-03-31T19:29:00.000-02:002004-03-31T19:32:48.390-02:00I'm going to put in this journal the Valentine Card I got from my parents. It was really sweet, and it made me cry.
For My Daughter
How did you ever change from a cute little girl into such a lovely woman?
To you, it was probably just a matter of growing up.
But, to me, it meant watching you mature and develop wonderful qualities of kindness, thoughfulness, and love...
It was seeing the changesbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1080697203904861342004-03-30T23:40:00.000-02:002004-03-30T23:43:40.046-02:00I did as my therapist asked me and I wrote Tasha and Lebo letters. Lebo's is really short. Tasha's is really long. I can't believe I can be so cruel. It's not in me. And it's very strange to be so calculating and cold to anyone. I just don't like being rude without reason. Okay, so I do have a reason. An excellent reason if you will. To Lebo, I feel like saying "hello there, the angel of my baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1080696916412981442004-03-30T23:35:00.000-02:002004-03-30T23:38:52.576-02:00Currently in love with "one call away" by Chingy. Is that sad? That I'm completely trippin' on a rap song, esp. one that has the words "see through thong" in it. But it's really just the last verse I think that has me. and that cute hook.
One Call Away
[J/Weav]
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby
[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy) 4x]
(You, could, roll, baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1080181065604315722004-03-25T00:17:00.000-02:002004-03-25T00:21:13.826-02:00Well, I've changed my mind. That fucking bastard cheated on me. With my sister. And that hurts. That hurts really badly. I thought about dying, about how much easier it would be to be dead than have to face that and my mom dying. Because that's what is happening. She is dying. 6 months to a year left. And I don't understand why this is happening to her. I don't know why it's my mom. I'd rather itbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1078252286172018602004-03-02T16:31:00.000-02:002004-03-02T16:34:23.590-02:00I have finally talked to my parents. They aren't really mad at me. They are a little upset. They think that I am not going to experience college fully if I'm tied to a relationship. They are being reasonable. I mean, I understand and all, but still. I haven't changed my mind.baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1077295161108408362004-02-20T14:39:00.000-02:002004-02-20T14:42:03.200-02:00Well, I'm trying to decide what I want to do about college and graduation. I have 27 hours currently. At the end of this year I will have 43. I am already a sophmore, by coming into college with 15 hours. So that was good. Now by the beginning of Fall 2004 classes, I will need 77 hours to graduate. The question is, do I bust my ass during the summer working and taking extra courses at York Tech? baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1077157152321682042004-02-19T00:19:00.000-02:002004-02-19T00:21:52.576-02:00I still haven't talked to my parents since Lebo and Tasha came last weekend. They are still mad or whatever. I tried to email my dad back after he sends me this email that says "Do you still love us, we just wondered since everyone in the neighbor hood hears from you except us."
How messed up is that, if they really wanna talk to me they can talk to me. They can call me, too. The phone works baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1075783660055535452004-02-03T02:47:00.000-02:002004-02-03T02:49:57.920-02:00I have been doing something that is most likely not a good idea and that is surfing the net. I wanted to know about my mom's cancer and since no one will tell me anything I had to look myself. This much I know: She has an advanced stage, there's a tumor in her esophagus, there are lesions on her liver, and cloudy something in her lungs. So I went to several reputable websites, universities, baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1074569626908436722004-01-20T01:33:00.000-02:002004-02-03T02:43:08.450-02:00Okay...so I'm back after a somewhat good/ somewhat shotty weekend. So I got my first speeding ticket during Christmas break. On the way to Clover. Then i got pulled over again on the way home from clover. All I can say is, I hate Clover. It really sucks. But the really interesting thing about it was...it wasn't a police officer who pulled me. It was SLED. Yes, I got searched. As did my fiance andbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1074218582632077002004-01-16T00:03:00.000-02:002004-01-16T00:05:24.170-02:00Going home, home home hooooooome. Tomorrow. After Biology class. I'm terribly sorry, this place is kicking my ass. So homesick. I miss my mama, I miss my sister, I miss my daddy and Kayla. And I miss Lebo Dammit! So me and margaret are saying Screw It! We don't care what anyone says, we are taking our sad little selves home. We'll be back Sunday. Maybe with less crying. hopefully. Wonder Weasel baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1074188810716108392004-01-15T15:46:00.000-02:002004-01-15T15:48:43.436-02:00New classes yesterday. So the rundown is this...Statistics at 10-10:50, not so bad. The worst thing about it is how expensive the book is. So far that is. Spanish at 11-11:50, seems okay so far. The professor speaks in Spanish, but he speaks slowly and clearly. Maybe because of the blank look on my face. He also has a sense of humor. yo tengo 19 anos. And then he says "Phenomenal" Luckily, I baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1073874063203161102004-01-12T00:21:00.000-02:002004-01-12T00:21:24.090-02:00I'm glad to be back in Charleston, but I cried all the way home last night from Clover. Leaving Lebo has been really rough. LEaving my sister and niece has been really rough. And leaving my mom has been awful. I hate arguing with her, we're so different, like night and day, but she's my mama. The idea of losing her has me really scared. She's taken care of me when I was really impressionable. Shebaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1073873604641250592004-01-12T00:13:00.000-02:002004-01-12T00:13:45.596-02:00Almost a month later. Sorry. I got really slack. But I have my reasons. For one thing I've been entertaining my sister and niece for the past 2 weeks. And Christmas is a really busy time anyway. So a quick rundown of all the crazy stuff that has been going on. Some pretty rotten news is that my mama has cancer. She has a tumor in her throat, 3 spots on her liver, and suspicious cloudy something baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071685629311372082003-12-17T16:27:00.000-02:002003-12-17T16:27:23.446-02:00all i can say about my last few posts is that I am tired. so tired, so very very tired. I love typing in french manicured nails. I love having the dorm room to myself. I can play the loud ass rap music that Maggie doesn't really like without pissing her off. I love my subwoofer. My dad is so smart. Maybe having this long ass break will cause us to get along better than we have been. THis past baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071640594181473452003-12-17T03:56:00.000-02:002003-12-17T03:57:20.366-02:00balloons balloons i love balloons
they are cooler than any tycoons
balloons balloons i love balloons
they are cooler than blue ass baboonsbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071640546877128072003-12-17T03:55:00.000-02:002003-12-17T03:56:00.370-02:00if you want to know what I want for my birthday in 3 days i want balloons. On december 20, 2003 I will be 19!! and I want balloons. and taco bell. but mostly balloons.baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071550784089012762003-12-16T02:59:00.000-02:002003-12-16T02:59:57.220-02:00Thank you Wonder Weasel for listening to me bitch and moan and shit. It is much appreciated. I wonder sometimes if I am ugly and today Fadela informed me that it isn't true. This is how the conversation went.
Fadela: "Hope, you have to have more confidence."
Hope: "I know, it's just hard for me to see myself as pretty or attractive."
Fadela: "But you are. You are really very sexy."
-I should baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071550195919935652003-12-16T02:49:00.000-02:002003-12-16T02:50:09.180-02:00okay. Why is it that the things we use in a day to day basis make life so damn hard? My computer has decided to wage war against me. Dirty sneaky war too. No rules and shit. All is fair in love and computer war. See, it has me so stressed out that I am making no sense. GRRRRRRRRRRR It has about 10 million pop ups, shuts down at strange moments, and refusing to log on to the internet often.
A fewbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071269518889155522003-12-12T20:51:00.000-02:002003-12-12T20:52:11.273-02:00i don't care if it does seem brash, Wendall. I don't. It's not like they don't all know it, in fact they tell me the same on a weekly basis. I bet they all breathed a congregational sigh of relief knowing that I am no longer in the dark. And with my friends, they all enjoy it. That is why Nicole is torn between two white guys that her mom don't really even care for, why Maggie is trying to baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071161734861955612003-12-11T14:55:00.000-02:002003-12-11T14:55:47.700-02:00A friendly reminder from our public health services on campus...hey you can get free condom samples online from Trojan
Nonoxynol-9 has previously been recommended by experts in the medical commmunity as the best type of spermicide (a product that kills male sperm in order to prevent pregnancy and/or STD's) on the market because it was thought to kill the HIV virus and other bacteria that causebaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071160875744378602003-12-11T14:41:00.000-02:002003-12-11T14:41:28.150-02:00on the dysfunctionality note...yes my relationship with lebo is dysfunctional, but I enjoy the sex part and I enjoy the fucked up-ness of it all! So bite it all y'all haters! baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1071160819512732862003-12-11T14:40:00.000-02:002003-12-11T14:40:31.900-02:00Holy motherfucking shit! I just wrote a long as blog and it didn't motherfucking publish. Fine! I will fucking recap.
Friday night I got wasted, won a buttery nipple shot race to a pansy ass motherfucker. Took off my clothes and wore Joe's clothes. Laughed hysterically because that rhymes. Also rhymes with nose. Set off another bout of laughter. by the way my room mate told me to take off my baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070563729226315052003-12-04T16:48:00.000-02:002003-12-04T16:48:59.760-02:00http://www.ice.com/customer/product_detail.jsp?product=71250890&sourceID=MICROA_67&msnshopping=1
and this is the final of the three...and obviously the most important. I mean, if we divorce, I will keep the ring and sell it to make payments on my cheap, cockroach infested home in Charleston South Carolina.baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070563531237277102003-12-04T16:45:00.000-02:002003-12-04T16:45:41.810-02:00http://www.ice.com/customer/product_detail.jsp?product=71250890&sourceID=MICROA_67&msnshopping=1
this is the second of the three ringsbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070563409397210262003-12-04T16:43:00.000-02:002003-12-04T16:44:37.390-02:00http://www.claddagh-jewellery.co.uk/acatalog/Claddagh_14ct_white_gold_sapphire_895.html
this is one of three rings that i expect from Navy Lebo if I marry himbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070562157387425502003-12-04T16:22:00.000-02:002003-12-04T16:22:48.170-02:00Now that I am done venting via Garrett Hols's asshole article, let me show you all just how truly shallow I am. My on again off again boyfriend and actually just friends with benefits playtoy has joined the Navy. Now before you all say, no shit, you already wrote about that, hear me out. I have had a bit of an epitome. Now granted he does rock my world, otherwise I would have moved on, right? baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070477268158237872003-12-03T16:47:00.000-02:002003-12-03T16:47:58.430-02:00NICE GUYS FINISH LAST
By: Garrett Hols
It’s amazing that assholes can get girls. Actually, now that I think of it, it’s not that amazing. They are assholes at heart, but to meet girls they lavish their undying love. IT’S A CHARADE. They act nice, friendly, and they listen… until they get into what they’re after. Their prey thinks they are in love with them, however when they realize what baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070328662044471742003-12-01T23:31:00.000-02:002003-12-01T23:31:12.066-02:00Now dammit, I am upset with myself. I don't regret the things that I have done nearly as much as I regret the things that I haven't done. I guess I should get over this Lebo thing. I mean, really. He's never going to be someone I can completely trust. I will always wonder what he is doing. I will always wonder where he is. And who he is doing. All girls are idiots looking for assholes. Maybe we baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070305074557278782003-12-01T16:57:00.000-02:002003-12-01T16:58:04.836-02:00We Belong by Pat Benatar: a beautiful song...don't tell me you don't like the damn 80s
We belong , we belong to the light
Many times I've tried to tell you
Many times I've cried alone
Always I'm surprised how well you
Cut my feelings to the bone
Don't want to leave you really
I've invested too much time
To give you up that easy
To the doubts that complicate your mind
We belong to the baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070304846705564362003-12-01T16:54:00.000-02:002003-12-01T16:54:17.013-02:00Bette Davis Eyes...one of the best songs ever
Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips a sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn her music on you
You won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow
She's got Bette Davis eyes
And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious
and she knows just what it takes
to make a baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1070304685909878982003-12-01T16:51:00.000-02:002003-12-01T16:51:41.496-02:00Hmmm...recap shall we? Tuesday I went home...chilled with the family and all. Washed clothes blah blah blah. Wednesday, went to Columbia, then to the movies with Joy. Pirates of the Caribbean, a wonderful movie, although it was a bit long. I didn't understand Johnny Depp and nasty guy fighting if they were both dead. Very confusing. I mean, was that just filler? The funny little witticisms were baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1069635658151880102003-11-23T23:00:00.000-02:002003-11-23T23:01:06.313-02:00okay so Lebo's dumbass joined the Navy. How stupid is that? Very stupid in case you don't know Lebo, I'll let you know how retarded it is. Lebo doesn't like boats, he doesn't like water, he doesn't really even like to swim. He informed me that when I marry him he'll get paid more. This is all assuming of course, that I would marry him. I don't know about y'all but my dream has always been to be baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1068952945088219132003-11-16T01:22:00.000-02:002003-11-16T01:22:30.926-02:00To all my friends who taught me how horrible Lebo is, you were all right about him. Mostly. But there are other things about him that I wouldn't ever want to change. I miss him ridiculously. But when you love someone as much as I loved him that is to be expected. baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1068598009172315902003-11-11T22:46:00.000-02:002003-11-11T22:46:53.830-02:00i forgot to tell the most important thing. some how i ended up with a black eye. I don't know what happened. It was sore on Sunday morning, and swollen
By the time I got to Charleston that bitch was black and purple. It is currently purplish. Kinda pretty says Maggie...I should just put on a bunch of eye makeup and hide it. I don't know how it's gonna look when it turns green tho. EEEWWW.baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1068597888249730292003-11-11T22:44:00.000-02:002003-11-11T22:44:52.923-02:00so this weekend was...fun? from what i can remember. Ummm...friday nite Joy and Val and I went to the frat houses. Oh yeah, I was at PC seeing my best friend Ms. Joy Daffin!! I love her. I drank a lot...beer and buttery nipples. You wouldn't think it would be so great but after a while it doesn't matter. Joy ditched me for some lame ass dude, Taylor. I got mad, but then after I drank some more I baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067999783454098102003-11-05T00:36:00.000-02:002003-11-05T00:36:26.346-02:00For all of my wonderful friends who have tried and tried and tried without fail to get me to ditch Lebo, I'm sorry. Yes, it's true...I did love him immensely. He made me see things I never noticed before. He made me realize that love isn't always perfect. That looks aren't the only thing that matters and that people make mistakes. He taught me to love beer and for that I am eternally grateful. Hebaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067975480777527842003-11-04T17:51:00.000-02:002003-11-04T17:51:23.390-02:00You always had an eye for things that glittered
But I was far from being made of gold
I don't know how but I scraped up the money
I just never could quite tell you no
Just like when you were leaving Amarillo
Takin' that new job in Tennessee
And I quit mine so we could be together
I can't forget the way you looked at me
Just to see you smile
I'd do anything that you wanted me to
When all is saidbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067906697371472472003-11-03T22:44:00.000-02:002003-11-03T22:45:44.286-02:00You are Form 8, Demon: The Destroyer.
"And The Demon took advantage of the chaosand seized civillization. With grace andstyle, Demon slit The Goddess's belly anddrowned the world in her blood. The Goddess,The Demon, and the world were nomore."
Some examples of the Demon Form are Seth (Egyptian)and The Horsemen of the Apocalypse (Christian).
The Demon is associated with the concept baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067819839710429962003-11-02T22:37:00.000-02:002003-11-04T18:01:10.166-02:00where to start where to begin? Friday then: me and maggie came home then i went with kimberly, sarah and jenny to the york clover game, whereupon York kicked ass! 21-0. How bout them apples? "they're still there," says Brenton. After the game, Sarah, jenny and I went to JC's haunted trail in CLover. Jenny lost her shoe and all the chainsaw guys surrounded us. After screaming pathetically and baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067486884114536922003-10-30T02:08:00.000-02:002003-12-04T16:29:20.696-02:00LAYER ONE:
» Name: Angel Hope Milem
» Birthdate: December 20, 1984
» Birthplace: Anderson,SC
» Current Location: Charleston, SC
» Eye Color: Hazel
» Hair Color: Brownish auburn
» Height: 5-3
» Righty or Lefty: Righty
» Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
LAYER TWO:
» Your heritage: American Indian/Irish
» The shoes you wore today: KSwiss
» Your weakness: insecurities
» Your fears: unmade beds, chaos, baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067485462892431092003-10-30T01:44:00.000-02:002003-10-30T01:44:21.040-02:00This has been one of the strangest and sad weeks of my life. When I came back to school on Tuesday, I had no clue that my next 7 days would be so bad. Wednesday I was on my way to Theatre class, going to stop by the Starbucks because I couldn't wake up. Then an assload of cops pulled up and started yelling at me and everyone else to get out of the way. I was really confused until I looked up and baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067401575004811512003-10-29T02:26:00.000-02:002003-11-05T00:43:10.870-02:00I have recently revealed my feelings for someone very important in my life. However, he has yet to reveal anything back. So today after he says he simply doesn't know what to say, I provide an easy out for him by telling him it's okay. Making him believe I really don't care, I don't mind if I will always wonder what could have been. It amazes me the amount of people that tell me he sees me in a baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067401473424783722003-10-29T02:24:00.000-02:002003-10-29T02:24:40.520-02:00peanut butterbaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067368744045332772003-10-28T17:19:00.000-02:002003-10-28T17:21:22.313-02:00see poetryofhope blog
baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067368689938856092003-10-28T17:18:00.000-02:002003-10-28T17:22:19.140-02:00see poetryofhope blog
baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067368637759371792003-10-28T17:17:00.000-02:002003-10-28T17:17:18.986-02:00so ppl wanna know about me...fine...i'll start featuring my poetry. I wrote this one this morning. It's called "Unpretty" it may still be a work in progress. Or maybe a continued piece.
I used to feel pretty/ wanted to be gorgeous/ lovely to behold/ just for me.
But then I met you/ and you became the reason/ I wanted to be pretty/ all for you.
But as time went on/ I tried harder every day/ to bebaby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067311262860460562003-10-28T01:21:00.000-02:002003-10-28T01:21:03.846-02:00Okay, so I was thinking about my attitude towards men as of late. I mean, I like guys, but for some reason instead of treating them respect, I merely throw myself at them. Rachel, I know you prolly think that is cool, and to be honest so do the guys. I find I am acting more and more like Olivia in White Oleander. Using guys to get what I want. What is so wrong with that? Well, simply put, it baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067288159708193602003-10-27T18:55:00.000-02:002003-10-27T18:56:46.080-02:00Here at college I have 3 best girl friends, Margaret,Nicole and Molly. And then there is John. They are the ppl that I am closest to. I also chill with Sarah. She is cool, we went to a party for the rugby team in the not so pretty part of the city with her. It was cool. I had a lot of fun. Meg didn't stay long. Her boyfriend Kevin was coming over. That night I realized that my new drinking baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998244.post-1067281580692370582003-10-27T17:06:00.000-02:002003-11-16T01:18:42.086-02:00Well today I felt very gross and disgusting. The sad part is that it all stemmed from an unkempt bed. I hate the way my bed feels with the sheets all bunched up and the comforter lifelessly dragging the floor. It makes me feel like a failure. I know this all seems depressing, but it's my thought process. Occasionally, I make a funny. It is so much easier to type this than to write it, and that baby girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414074007410829083noreply@blogger.com