Hairy Men

You know what is attractive on a guy?

A beard.

Something about a guy with hair on his face just makes me want to grab his chin and rub my face against it.

I don't know what it is about facial hair but it's just the definition of sexy and manliness.

Hmm?
Oh, you think a  man with toned muscles and a clean shaven face is the definition of sexy?

PPPPBBBBBBBHHHHHHHH

No way lady, a man with a nicely trimmed beard who is a little on the scrawny side is the way to go.

Those guys with the toned muscles and a clean shaven face, in my opinion, are just like high maintenance girls. Yeah I said it, they are GIRLS and not the good kind either! They are so focused on keeping themselves looking "hot" in the mirror and flexing their muscles that they don't have much time for much else...you don't want to get stuck with a guy like that. Guys like that only care about two things 1. Themselves and 2. Sexy Time. Not that we don't all care about ourselves and sexy time but to be in a relationship in which life is just all about that just isn't healthy. It's gross. Plus those guys will just give you ugly babies. Ugly ugly ugly ugly babies. You don't want that now do you?

A guy with a beard on the other hand...they will give you beautiful babies! The kind that people stop and just coo their brains out looking at it. Plus it shows that though they do care about how they look (by maintaining their beards) they don't really care that much, there are other things going on in that mans head then looking like an over-sized Ken doll. A man with a beard is basically a puppy. And everyone loves puppies. So next time you fall for a guy with biceps coming out of his toned butt look for the guy with hair on his face instead. His butt probably won't be better looking then yours, he'll care more about you, and he'll give you beautiful babies.

Somebody

Pretty much sums up how I've been feeling since the end of summer.

Typical hurt/confused feelings. Gotta hit that teenage milestone at some point, huh?

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know." 

 

Pooey.

Get It Done

There is something that I've never been good at and it's getting things done early.
I just can't seem to make myself sit down and finish things well before it's due.
I also suck at planning the future. 
I just don't plan. It doesn't happen. I just go with the flow figuring that if it's going to happen then it's going to happen, if it's not going to happen then it's not going to happen.
I don't take any real actions to get things to happen.
This, obviously, isn't the smartest nor the most successful way to live life.
And I'm starting to really hate this ugly trait of procrastination.
This hate has surfaced lately because my first and most important college application is due in a little over a week....and I've yet to make good progress on getting it done.
I haven't finished my Common App.
I haven't finished my College Essay
I haven't finished my Supplements.
I haven't finished ANYTHING.
And I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to go to this school.
I want to go here more than I want to have any type of physical contact with a boy.
Sure there is always the choice of transferring into this school if I don't get in, but I feel like that will just be me being lazy again. There's a good chance even that if I don't get in, I won't even bother trying to transfer into the school because of my laziness.

It needs to change.
So for now on I'm going to make it my goal to get things done early and effectively.
This means I will have to give up/limit the amount of time I spend on the things I love. Such as Youtube and Facebook.
We all know that I can't completely give up Facebook. It's been tried in the past......and it failed. So I'm going to instead make it my goal to go on Facebook only once a day, and it's going to be limited to 30 minutes before bed. That still leaves me plenty of time to stalk people.
Youtube I won't go on at all. Which won't be as big of a problem cause I can't remember the new password I made up anyway.
Also...I need to cut down on my napping. Yes I am sleep deprived but I'll just have to deal for now. I'll sleep when I'm dead I suppose.

So that's that. I'm going to change my trait of procrastination and become a super smart, get things done, sexy lady.

I Want to Nap

Sometimes music expresses things far better than a story can or ever will. Today I think Permafrost by Laurena does the job quite nicely.

"I know I have nothing to give so may as well give up and live."

Restart

So it's been uh...several years.
How have you been?
I see the last thing this blog has experienced was my freshman year old self in love with a best friends older brother.
Well let me just tell you now that that girl has grown up a bit!
She is now a senior
Let me just repeat this fact
A SENIOR
Did you read that correctly this time? I sure hope so. It's kind of important. At least now it is. In a year it won't be important cause I'll hopefully be a freshman again but uh let's forget about that for a moment.
Being a senior is important!
I can step on freshmeat now! And...get this...
WALK ON SENIOR GRASS! *GASP*

Oh that's right....this blog doesn't know I go to a "highly sophisticated" boarding school now.
I was too fly for a public school.
I go to this place called Kent School. It's full of rich people. And Asians. All of which are rich also.
BUT THIS POST ISN'T GOING TO BE ABOUT KENT
Nope. Kent posts will come later.

This post is just me showing you that the freshman who last wrote is now a senior.
A senior who should be doing her college essay that's due in a week or two.
Restarting her blog was obviously more important.



I may be a senior for a long time because of this.

What Is Your Junk?

My Junk

[WENDLA] In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life.Still there's this wanting to see you go by

[MARTHA] It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is.

[THEA] May not be cool, but it's so where I live.

[ANNA] It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost.I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.

[THEA] I try and just kick it but what can I do.We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

[ALL GIRLS] See us, winter walking after a storm.It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms.The stop all snow line, may not be true.We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

[GEORG] Well, you’ll have to excuse me, I know it’s so off.I love when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong.

[HANSCHEN] I go up to my room, turn the stereo on…Shoot up some you, and the you is some song.

[ANNA] I lie back just driftin' and play out these scenesI ride on the rush of all the hopes and the dreams.

[THEA] I May be neglecting the things I should do.But we've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

[ALL] See we still keep talkin' after you're gone.You still with me then feels so good in my arms.They say you go blind, maybe it's true.We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.It's like we stop time. What can I do?We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.My junk is you.My junk is you.You. You. You.


(Spring Awakening)

Do I Know You?

Is it possible to actually rape a mind? Before I would have told you, what are you smoking? No. But now, I think it is possible. At least at the moment I feel like I have.

Here’s the story before I go on-
So I like this guy...a guy I barely know personally.
We have never carried out a full conversation.
Now I bet you are thinking, oh, so you only like him for his looks? How shallow can you get? BUT, that isn't the case here. Not really. You see...this guy is pretty okay looking, but he’s not to die for.
I, instead, like him for what he SEEMS to be. Yes...what he seems to be.
To me he seems to be-
A. Talented
B. Nice
C. Funny
D. And just overall a good guy.
And I know...I know the old saying, Never judge a book by its cover. But...here I have. I've tried to get over this attraction, but my hormones seem to have something else planned for me.
Another thing, I've liked this guy for almost the whole school year now.
And I have told his sister about this. She has, thankfully, not said a word to him about it being me. She has though, told him that someone likes him.

Now here is where the mind rape comes in. Recently he wrote a note which a section of it said that his sister told him that someone liked him and that he wished to know who it was. And that he wondered if she actually knew him. I read this, knowing it was me, and basically jumped out of my seat. I was wondered about.
Then I started to think about it.

He had no idea it was me.
He probably thought it was an older girl.

I'm just some random person in his mind. But I knew that it is me. So he was thinking of me...but not really ME. This all just gives me a strange feeling. If he was to find out, would he be disappointed? Would he be disgusted? So many different answers. Is this answer one that I want to find out though?

And to answer his question. Do I really know him?

No. I haven't a clue.

But....

I would like to.