An Update From The Author: Saying I'm not an advocate of relationships was probably misleading. To satisfy your curiosity of my personal view on the subject matter, direct yourself to "The End.," the last post written in February 2011. (This also entails the purpose of this literature as a whole.)
A Second Update From Your Author (6 March 2012): This is becoming an aspiration to define the term "love." An aspiration because it is that very thing I find hard to describe with words. But every then and again I come across someone who achieves to do so to some extent. You can find these quotes I call fancy structures of words in "special entries."

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Guys That Aren't Accustomed To Complimenting

They say every girl wants to be told she's beautiful.

They haven't met me. I know I'm not "beautiful." I may be a thousand other things that can be mistaken for beauty but that only means one should think harder about what it really is about me that interests them.

And when one has finally realized what that particular thing is, nurture it.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Guys That Don't Have Facebook

For the simple reason that I don't like this urge to want to stalk and creep on the guys that can get me all flustered. And on the flip side, I don't like knowing that a guy I have interest in can stalk and creep on me. (He might find out he's not the only one I'm poking.)

Okay, but more seriously, it makes thing simple in a sense. I feel like people have to constantly prove their interest in one another. For example, Valentine's Day. In this day and age that task is a little bit more complicated than flowers and chocolates. Cellphones expected us to converse for hours before bed. Text messaging expected us to converse during class or work. Facebook expects us to converse for eternity through all the periods inbetween.

Of all the guys I've associated myself with and can think of at this moment, only one has never had a Facebook. Make that none.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Renaissance

I have a confession to make: I'm inked. I had been wanting to for at least a year now. But 4 months ago through a series of unfortunate events, I told myself I wouldn't. I suppose that makes me a liar.

I also lied about putting education before all else. Who am I kidding, people don't really change, and I for one sure haven't. (I haven't completely given up on myself though. I know how some of you like to worry...) Sitting here on a Wednesday night after taking my first summer session test realizing I'm on the brink of insanity has brought me to this conclusion: I must continue what I started until it truly no longer holds true, until some unlucky male gets to call me "girlfriend."

This could go on for years, maybe another 18! I'm excited. (: With that in mind, I'm aware of the fact that I will probably run out of creative things to write about, so bare with me on those boring weeks. And with that being said, any guy who decides to cross paths with me shall know I will most likely end up writing about you. Good or bad, who knows. And to those I've already written about, love, love is all I have for your impressionistic ways. Thanks for the entertainment. Ha.

1. The action of providing or being provided with amusement or enjoyment.
2. All the conversations, all the laughs, and all the nights you offered your hand to hold.