Alright guys..
Time for a little update on the ex-fiance situation. I don't remember if I've told you his name yet or not. He goes by Tito.. It'll be a lot easier to say that than "ex-fiance" everytime. I was at work on Saturday night when I got a text alert from my facebook account saying I had a message from Ryann. A few weeks ago, I sent her a message trying to work something out with her. I've known her since 5th grade and never had a problem with her. Once Tito and I broke up, she became best friends with him and decided to stop talking to me. Personally, I don't like people thinking poorly of me, especially over something I didn't do or had no control over. She basically told me to go to hell and she didn't want to talk to me. So I left it alone. Then this message that I told you I got an alert for, the first thing that "she" said was that she was thinking about what I said and she was willing to hear both sides of the story. She wanted my number so she could call me and we could talk about it over the phone. My response was that because she was so close to Tito and he had a tendency to abuse my number by sending me nasty texts and phone calls at all hours of the day and hand it out to others to do the same, I was not going to give it to her. Instead I told her, if she wanted to work this out, we could talk about it over facebook or before/after class (we have a drawing class together). The next message I received was Tito confessing it was him and that if I didn't return all of his military equipment, he and Sergeant Welsted were going to "take legal action against me". He was rather snotty, stuck-up, and cocky in this message. When we first broke up, I gave Tito a week or two to grab his stuff from our house. He showed up once with two cars and grabbed a whole two boxes of stuff. I grew sick of looking at his stuff so I took an initiative and did something about it. I boxed all of his military gear and drove it to the armory. About four or five guys helped me unload his stuff. I knew there were things missing but I returned everything I had in my possession of his. So anything that was missing, was because he lost it. Not me.
Tuesday night, while I was at work, I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize. I let it ring and a minute later I got a voicemail. I snuck into the bathroom and listened to it. Can you guess who it was? Nope.. not Tito. Sergeant Welsted. He told me that if I didn't return all of Juan's (Tito) belongings, that he was going to take legal action and to give him a call back. So I did. He didn't answer but called me back a little bit later. I answered the call and he talked to me about Juan's belongings. I told him I didn't have any of it. That I returned everything I had of his. I told him he was more than welcome to search my house despite the fact I didn't have anything. The Sergeant told me I was already breaking the law by not allowing Juan access to the house to get his stuff. I corrected him on this and told him the only time he was not allowed to get his stuff was when no one was home. Seems like a legitimate reason to me seeing as you don't allow anyone in your house when you're not home. Then the sergeant went on about it and asked me if I realized this was a federal offense.. witholding Tito's army equipment. He was kind of threatening in the way he said it too, like he already knew they were going to find something. I told him I was well aware of that and then I told him once again that I did not have anything. He told me that he was going to get a search warrant and they would search after that.
The next day, before I left for my out of state vacation, I stopped by his unit and had another nice chat with his more direct sergeants. I gave him an update on the situation. He reassured me that they were not allowed to search the houses because Juan had already signed and put his hand up saying he lost his equipment. So basically.. he's SOL.. unless he, personally, wants to take action against me. But the unit cannot. I told the sergeants that they were more than welcome to search my house because I had nothing to hide. My only concern was that this voicemail and phone call were valid. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't Tito putting someone up to this. I also filled another sergeant in a little bit more on the situation. He asked why Juan was so mad at me so I explained a little more to him. I told him he basically lost everything.. his house, his car, his shelter, everything. But he was the reason he lost it. I paid for everything.. the rent, the car payment, the food. He sat on his lazy butt and played video games all day while I was a full time college student and still pulling 30-35 hours a week at work. That's almost a full time job. Tito's sergeant told me he'd be giving "Little Juany" and Sergeant Welsted a call. He was going to tell Sergeant Welsted to stop contacting me.
On my way to Wisconsin, I was talking to Tito's last ex-girlfriend, Noelle, about this whole thing and she filled me in a little bit on her end. She told me Tito sent her a text and gave her a phone call. In this phone call, he apologized for me "dragging her in" and that I only did it because one of my best friends, Dani, wanted nothing to do with it. Dani is in a hard position because Tito is living with her fiance. Earlier that day, Dani wrote to me on facebook telling me to disregard her saying that because she was "SICK of Tito". Noelle told Tito that if you mess with one of us girls, you mess with all of us. He said I was only angry because Tito was pressing charges on me. It's funny because.. whether he knows it or not, he's unable to press charges on me. I'm winning this battle as well as any more to come. He can't beat me. Noelle told Tito that she didn't like the things he was saying about me on facebook and that it needed to stop. He eventually ran out of things to say and was quiet and hung up.
I haven't heard anything more about this whole situation but I'll let you know if I do.
Other than that, I'm just having fun in Wisconsin. Haven't really done much. I went to a basketball game last night. It's just nice to escape from everything for awhile. So far it's working pretty well. I get some time to just relax and not worry about so much.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
2.17.2009: Valentine's Day Weekend
Hey guys..
Wow.. Interesting weekend to say the least. It all started on Friday. No school + no work = PARTAY! Haha.. Not quite. I went to the club, yes, but a few people bailed on me so I ended up going with 4 guys and no girls. Not exactly fun to me. So I danced a little but for the most part, I ended up spending the night sitting on the couch trying to avoid the 40-year-old creep-o walking around. He sat next to me once and I just left. Ish. What makes someone that old think going to the club is okay? There's absolutely no one else your age there so the only reason for them going is so they can be perverted and hit on girls that are young enough to be their daughter. The club should really have an age maximum.
Saturday.. Valentine's Day. Supposed to be a happy day, right? Not so much for me. I worked that night and was supposed to go hang out at one of my girls' house afterwards. I got a message on my facebook in the middle of my shift from my ex fiance. When we broke up, he left all his stuff at the house we had together. I gave him plenty of time to come get it. After a couple weeks, he had only taken a box or two out of the house. I was growing tired of looking at his military gear (he's in the Army National Guard) so I brought it to the armory. I boxed up every last piece of government property, not leaving anything behind. Apparently not everything was returned. I already knew he was missing a pair of combat boots that we did not remove from the apartment we were at before that. If anything was missing, it was because he lost it. Not me. He tried to blame it on me anyways. Anyways.. back to that message. He went on and on about how not all his gear was returned and that his unit was taking "legal action" against me for it. That's a little difficult to do seeing as he was the one who signed for the equipment, not me. That means he's the one who is responsible for it. I thought it was a little funny. But any time I hear from Tito, it affects me in ways you wouldn't understand because I know there is more to come. And this stuff to come gets nastier as time goes on. And it didn't fail this time. After work, I did end up going to my friends house and hanging out. We just played cards and watched a movie. Nothing super special.
Sunday morning, I headed to work. Afterwards, I went home and got ready to hit the club again. Once I was ready, I headed out to one of my guy friends' house to chill before the club. Once I got to the club, I went on stage and then upstairs. While upstairs, I started dancing with a guy. Some other girl cut in and started dancing with him. I wasn't going to have that so I cut back in. She didn't like that so she pushed me. And me, I'm not going to let some dumb chick step over me like that. So of course I pushed back. The fight went on for a couple seconds. I don't remember how it ended. I know my knees got scraped and bruised up a little bit.
Monday morning, I got a text from a girl friend of mine. She said I needed to log into her facebook and look at my ex-fiance's page. It didn't sound good. So once i got home, I checked it. She was right. It was pretty nasty. He said something like.. [My first and last name] aka Wall-E show me your robot dance before I throw a screw-driver at your metal head. He used my full name and everything. That's harassment and a threat. He got "Wall-E" because I'm hard of hearing. I cried when I read it and I don't cry easily. I talked to the local police station and sheriff's office about what he did. The sheriff gave him a phone call and told him he needs to cut it out or what could happen. So I'm hoping it ends but we'll see, I guess. So far there's nothing but I wouldn't be surprised if he acted out again sometime soon. I went to his Sergeant about it today and he was not happy about it. I brought to his attention that if his soldier has charges pending against him, he cannot leave for war and that I thought that may be part of his motive. I'm not quite sure what his motive is. My ma said she wouldn't be surprised if he acted out sometime shortly before he was supposed to leave for battle and she was right. She called it.
I'll keep posting on here and you'll be one of the first to know if something happens.
Until next time, peace. :)
Wow.. Interesting weekend to say the least. It all started on Friday. No school + no work = PARTAY! Haha.. Not quite. I went to the club, yes, but a few people bailed on me so I ended up going with 4 guys and no girls. Not exactly fun to me. So I danced a little but for the most part, I ended up spending the night sitting on the couch trying to avoid the 40-year-old creep-o walking around. He sat next to me once and I just left. Ish. What makes someone that old think going to the club is okay? There's absolutely no one else your age there so the only reason for them going is so they can be perverted and hit on girls that are young enough to be their daughter. The club should really have an age maximum.
Saturday.. Valentine's Day. Supposed to be a happy day, right? Not so much for me. I worked that night and was supposed to go hang out at one of my girls' house afterwards. I got a message on my facebook in the middle of my shift from my ex fiance. When we broke up, he left all his stuff at the house we had together. I gave him plenty of time to come get it. After a couple weeks, he had only taken a box or two out of the house. I was growing tired of looking at his military gear (he's in the Army National Guard) so I brought it to the armory. I boxed up every last piece of government property, not leaving anything behind. Apparently not everything was returned. I already knew he was missing a pair of combat boots that we did not remove from the apartment we were at before that. If anything was missing, it was because he lost it. Not me. He tried to blame it on me anyways. Anyways.. back to that message. He went on and on about how not all his gear was returned and that his unit was taking "legal action" against me for it. That's a little difficult to do seeing as he was the one who signed for the equipment, not me. That means he's the one who is responsible for it. I thought it was a little funny. But any time I hear from Tito, it affects me in ways you wouldn't understand because I know there is more to come. And this stuff to come gets nastier as time goes on. And it didn't fail this time. After work, I did end up going to my friends house and hanging out. We just played cards and watched a movie. Nothing super special.
Sunday morning, I headed to work. Afterwards, I went home and got ready to hit the club again. Once I was ready, I headed out to one of my guy friends' house to chill before the club. Once I got to the club, I went on stage and then upstairs. While upstairs, I started dancing with a guy. Some other girl cut in and started dancing with him. I wasn't going to have that so I cut back in. She didn't like that so she pushed me. And me, I'm not going to let some dumb chick step over me like that. So of course I pushed back. The fight went on for a couple seconds. I don't remember how it ended. I know my knees got scraped and bruised up a little bit.
Monday morning, I got a text from a girl friend of mine. She said I needed to log into her facebook and look at my ex-fiance's page. It didn't sound good. So once i got home, I checked it. She was right. It was pretty nasty. He said something like.. [My first and last name] aka Wall-E show me your robot dance before I throw a screw-driver at your metal head. He used my full name and everything. That's harassment and a threat. He got "Wall-E" because I'm hard of hearing. I cried when I read it and I don't cry easily. I talked to the local police station and sheriff's office about what he did. The sheriff gave him a phone call and told him he needs to cut it out or what could happen. So I'm hoping it ends but we'll see, I guess. So far there's nothing but I wouldn't be surprised if he acted out again sometime soon. I went to his Sergeant about it today and he was not happy about it. I brought to his attention that if his soldier has charges pending against him, he cannot leave for war and that I thought that may be part of his motive. I'm not quite sure what his motive is. My ma said she wouldn't be surprised if he acted out sometime shortly before he was supposed to leave for battle and she was right. She called it.
I'll keep posting on here and you'll be one of the first to know if something happens.
Until next time, peace. :)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
2.12.2009
Hey Guys..
I don't have a significant other at the moment. I'm not sure if I want one. At times I do, but then other times I don't. I miss the security of one, I think, more than actually having one. I haven't come across anyone that fits my criteria for a boyfriend so until I do, I'm going to remain single. I've been on the hunt for a boyfriend lately. Haven't had much luck though. I'm not really "seeing" anyone but hanging out with several guy friends of mine. And until they can prove their boyfriend material, that's all they're going to be. Boys are probably what stresses me out the most. I don't even know why I let it do that but it does.
Just last night I got stressed over one of them. Little Mr. Jesse.. Italian and Native.. 20 years old. I met him on MLK day at the MLK Bash at a nightclub in the cities. I went with my best friend Heather, a girl from work and her boyfriend, as well as my friends Dan and Nick (aka Rizzo). Heather and I were drinking before hand a little bit. I noticed I have more fun when I go to the club after drinking a little bit. It helps me break out of my shell a little bit.. or a lot.. depending on how much alcohol I consume. Anyways.. This guy stood out to me since the beginning of the night but I was too busy dancing with people in my little group of friends to go and dance with him. But I guess fate worked its magic and I got seperated from everybody while on stage. I looked to my left and right but didn't see anybody. I looked behind me and saw a cute guy so I just started twerking on him. After that song, I stopped and he introduced himself as Jesse and we exchanged numbers.
The next night, I received a text from him. I didn't even realize his number was in my phone. I had forgotten I had put it in there so it was a nice little surprise to see his name pop up. We talked for a few hours that night and a couple nights later we talked for a few hours as well. We talked a little bit each day following that. A couple weeks later, I went out to Wisconsin with Heather to visit her boyfriend and his rommate. I drove back Sunday night.
That Friday, I had plans to go to the club with Jesse as his date. I'm not quite sure how going to the club can be a date, but I went with it anyways. I brought my girls and he brought his boys. My girls and I met up with him and his boys at his house before we went to the club and then we drove from there. This is where the situation gets a little muddy. I want to always defend him in his actions but it gets a little hard when he does something I don't like over and over again. We took two cars to the club. Girls in one, boys in another. We parked in the parking lot and his group of friends (including him) didn't wait for us. They walked up to the club without hesitating. By the time we got up to the line to get into the club, they were already inside. I brushed it off like it was nothing. When we got inside, he didn't see me for about a half hour. It didn't even seem like he was looking for me. When he was up on stage, he finally saw me and directed me to come up there. I pretended like I didn't even see him because I wanted him to come to me. After a few attempts on his part, he finally came off the stage to dance with me. He told me I was too beautiful/sexy/cute for him. I danced with him twice that night. I saw him dance with a few other girls but only for about 30 seconds to a minute. Now, I know I was supposed to be his date.. But that's okay, right? 'Cause you go to the club to dance with people. I didn't dance with anybody else though. I stuck to dancing with my girls only.. with the exception of Jesse, of course. I'm not the type of person to dance with every guy in the club.. I consider that a club slut. At the end of the night, I thought it would be a good idea to say "good bye" to Jesse before I left. When I went to say just that, someone pushed him and he got angry. He looked like he was going to throw a punch at him, push him, or something. My girls wanted to leave so they were pushing me towards the door and I never actually got to say "good bye". On the ride home, my girls were basically telling me they were getting a bad vibe from this guy and they thought I could do better. I should've believed them from the start but I didn't want to just drop him like that. I texted him and said, "I tried to say good bye to you but couldn't get your attention." I never got a response.
The next day, I still hadn't gotten a text from him. I started stressing over it. Sunday came and even still I hadn't gotten a text. I had been keeping Heather updated on Jesse from the beginning and she was beginning to get irritated so she asked for his number and texted him herself. He told her he got his phone stolen that night. It seems like a valid excuse because he was drunk as well. I went on like normal and pretended like nothing was wrong. He texted me every afternoon to say "Hey."
Tuesday night I went over to my old house where I lived for a few months when I lived on my own. I was supposed to babysit my old roommates kids so she could go to a party but she ended up not going so we all just hung out. I had texted Jesse earlier that night and asked him to come over and drink with us and just hang out. He never gave me an answer if he was coming over or not. I called him later that night after I hadn't heard from him for awhile and he was drunk off a bottle of patron he shared with his roommate. I thought to myself.. why couldn't he bring that bottle over to my house and drink it there? He said he was going to try to find a sober driver and come over but never called back.
The next day, I talked to him about it and he said he had passed out. Yet again.. I defended him and thought nothing of it. I invited him over to my old house again that night to drink a little bit. This time he told me he was going to come and bring a couple of his friends. He was coming for sure. Or so I thought. He told me he would be there around 9. At 8:30, I texted him and asked if he was on his way so I could give him the address or directions. He told me he was just getting out of a movie. I texted him again at 9:30 and he said the same thing. Then again at 10:30 and 11:30. The last time I texted him at 11:30, he told me he was just getting out and he'd call me in a few minutes. He never called.
I talked to him about it the next day and his excuse this time was that his phone died. I knew he was playing games but I didn't want to believe it so I gave him yet another chance even though he was far from deserving it.
A few nights ago, after he texted me, he asked me if I'd be his valentine. I asked him if he was going to take me on a date. He said he was and he would be taking me to Buca. My intuition told me that this date was never going to happen. I was starting to believe he was playing games. There were too many signs. After the stunt he pulled last night, I've decided to cancel the Valentine's date myself whether it was ever going to happen or not.
So last night.. Wow.. I don't even know what to say. I was going to go to a movie alone. Another student in my stress management class does that sometimes and says it helps when he just needs to be alone. I thought and decided I didn't want to go alone. I texted Jesse and asked him if he had plans for the night and he said he didn't. So when I asked him if he wanted to go to a movie with me, he agreed to go. I asked him if he was really going to go through with it and he responded by asking where the movie was at. I had decided to go to a movie theatre near my house. He thought it was too far. I had been keeping Heather updated up til this point and she had had enough and decided to text him herself to see what his deal was. She gave him a piece of her mind since I have a hard time doing it myself. I gave him a little piece of my mind too. After some discussion, I was going to drive closer to him to catch a movie. I thought that was fair. That way he wouldn't have to drive the whole way. He asked me if I wanted to go to the casino instead. I thought that sounded like a fun idea so I agreed. He told me he'd call me when he wanted me to head over there. But.. he never called.. I waited by my phone like a fool, looking dumb, until 11:30. Heather had asked multiple times if I was with him. The third time I responded with a "No", she texted him herself and asked what his deal was. He told her he was sleeping.. I definitely did not know what to say to that. I was like.. Wow! My heart just dropped. Earlier that night I told him all he needed to do was be open and honest with me. I'm a pretty understanding person, as you can see. So when Heather told me he was sleeping, I decided at that point that I had enough. That was it. This was the 3rd or 4th strike against him. I'm not the type to get played. I won't allow it.
Right now it's 8:57pm and I still have not heard from him. That's okay though. I'm okay with that. Even if he did text me, I wouldn't respond. I'm not going to if he texts me at all this week and most likely forever. I'm going to the same nightclub I met him at this Sunday and he'll most likely be there so that could get interesting if he shows. I'm hoping he does so that I can get my sweet revenge. Muahahahaha. I'm thinking of ideas as we speak. So far I only have one idea.. I already know he's going to step to me like there's nothing wrong. He's going to pretend like nothing happened and we're okay. I'm going to put my hand up, almost in his face. Look him in the eye and do something (I'm not sure what yet) and then walk away. I'm going to make him miss me. I'm something you'll regret losing, I guarantee you that. And he's going to feel it. :)
I don't have a significant other at the moment. I'm not sure if I want one. At times I do, but then other times I don't. I miss the security of one, I think, more than actually having one. I haven't come across anyone that fits my criteria for a boyfriend so until I do, I'm going to remain single. I've been on the hunt for a boyfriend lately. Haven't had much luck though. I'm not really "seeing" anyone but hanging out with several guy friends of mine. And until they can prove their boyfriend material, that's all they're going to be. Boys are probably what stresses me out the most. I don't even know why I let it do that but it does.
Just last night I got stressed over one of them. Little Mr. Jesse.. Italian and Native.. 20 years old. I met him on MLK day at the MLK Bash at a nightclub in the cities. I went with my best friend Heather, a girl from work and her boyfriend, as well as my friends Dan and Nick (aka Rizzo). Heather and I were drinking before hand a little bit. I noticed I have more fun when I go to the club after drinking a little bit. It helps me break out of my shell a little bit.. or a lot.. depending on how much alcohol I consume. Anyways.. This guy stood out to me since the beginning of the night but I was too busy dancing with people in my little group of friends to go and dance with him. But I guess fate worked its magic and I got seperated from everybody while on stage. I looked to my left and right but didn't see anybody. I looked behind me and saw a cute guy so I just started twerking on him. After that song, I stopped and he introduced himself as Jesse and we exchanged numbers.
The next night, I received a text from him. I didn't even realize his number was in my phone. I had forgotten I had put it in there so it was a nice little surprise to see his name pop up. We talked for a few hours that night and a couple nights later we talked for a few hours as well. We talked a little bit each day following that. A couple weeks later, I went out to Wisconsin with Heather to visit her boyfriend and his rommate. I drove back Sunday night.
That Friday, I had plans to go to the club with Jesse as his date. I'm not quite sure how going to the club can be a date, but I went with it anyways. I brought my girls and he brought his boys. My girls and I met up with him and his boys at his house before we went to the club and then we drove from there. This is where the situation gets a little muddy. I want to always defend him in his actions but it gets a little hard when he does something I don't like over and over again. We took two cars to the club. Girls in one, boys in another. We parked in the parking lot and his group of friends (including him) didn't wait for us. They walked up to the club without hesitating. By the time we got up to the line to get into the club, they were already inside. I brushed it off like it was nothing. When we got inside, he didn't see me for about a half hour. It didn't even seem like he was looking for me. When he was up on stage, he finally saw me and directed me to come up there. I pretended like I didn't even see him because I wanted him to come to me. After a few attempts on his part, he finally came off the stage to dance with me. He told me I was too beautiful/sexy/cute for him. I danced with him twice that night. I saw him dance with a few other girls but only for about 30 seconds to a minute. Now, I know I was supposed to be his date.. But that's okay, right? 'Cause you go to the club to dance with people. I didn't dance with anybody else though. I stuck to dancing with my girls only.. with the exception of Jesse, of course. I'm not the type of person to dance with every guy in the club.. I consider that a club slut. At the end of the night, I thought it would be a good idea to say "good bye" to Jesse before I left. When I went to say just that, someone pushed him and he got angry. He looked like he was going to throw a punch at him, push him, or something. My girls wanted to leave so they were pushing me towards the door and I never actually got to say "good bye". On the ride home, my girls were basically telling me they were getting a bad vibe from this guy and they thought I could do better. I should've believed them from the start but I didn't want to just drop him like that. I texted him and said, "I tried to say good bye to you but couldn't get your attention." I never got a response.
The next day, I still hadn't gotten a text from him. I started stressing over it. Sunday came and even still I hadn't gotten a text. I had been keeping Heather updated on Jesse from the beginning and she was beginning to get irritated so she asked for his number and texted him herself. He told her he got his phone stolen that night. It seems like a valid excuse because he was drunk as well. I went on like normal and pretended like nothing was wrong. He texted me every afternoon to say "Hey."
Tuesday night I went over to my old house where I lived for a few months when I lived on my own. I was supposed to babysit my old roommates kids so she could go to a party but she ended up not going so we all just hung out. I had texted Jesse earlier that night and asked him to come over and drink with us and just hang out. He never gave me an answer if he was coming over or not. I called him later that night after I hadn't heard from him for awhile and he was drunk off a bottle of patron he shared with his roommate. I thought to myself.. why couldn't he bring that bottle over to my house and drink it there? He said he was going to try to find a sober driver and come over but never called back.
The next day, I talked to him about it and he said he had passed out. Yet again.. I defended him and thought nothing of it. I invited him over to my old house again that night to drink a little bit. This time he told me he was going to come and bring a couple of his friends. He was coming for sure. Or so I thought. He told me he would be there around 9. At 8:30, I texted him and asked if he was on his way so I could give him the address or directions. He told me he was just getting out of a movie. I texted him again at 9:30 and he said the same thing. Then again at 10:30 and 11:30. The last time I texted him at 11:30, he told me he was just getting out and he'd call me in a few minutes. He never called.
I talked to him about it the next day and his excuse this time was that his phone died. I knew he was playing games but I didn't want to believe it so I gave him yet another chance even though he was far from deserving it.
A few nights ago, after he texted me, he asked me if I'd be his valentine. I asked him if he was going to take me on a date. He said he was and he would be taking me to Buca. My intuition told me that this date was never going to happen. I was starting to believe he was playing games. There were too many signs. After the stunt he pulled last night, I've decided to cancel the Valentine's date myself whether it was ever going to happen or not.
So last night.. Wow.. I don't even know what to say. I was going to go to a movie alone. Another student in my stress management class does that sometimes and says it helps when he just needs to be alone. I thought and decided I didn't want to go alone. I texted Jesse and asked him if he had plans for the night and he said he didn't. So when I asked him if he wanted to go to a movie with me, he agreed to go. I asked him if he was really going to go through with it and he responded by asking where the movie was at. I had decided to go to a movie theatre near my house. He thought it was too far. I had been keeping Heather updated up til this point and she had had enough and decided to text him herself to see what his deal was. She gave him a piece of her mind since I have a hard time doing it myself. I gave him a little piece of my mind too. After some discussion, I was going to drive closer to him to catch a movie. I thought that was fair. That way he wouldn't have to drive the whole way. He asked me if I wanted to go to the casino instead. I thought that sounded like a fun idea so I agreed. He told me he'd call me when he wanted me to head over there. But.. he never called.. I waited by my phone like a fool, looking dumb, until 11:30. Heather had asked multiple times if I was with him. The third time I responded with a "No", she texted him herself and asked what his deal was. He told her he was sleeping.. I definitely did not know what to say to that. I was like.. Wow! My heart just dropped. Earlier that night I told him all he needed to do was be open and honest with me. I'm a pretty understanding person, as you can see. So when Heather told me he was sleeping, I decided at that point that I had enough. That was it. This was the 3rd or 4th strike against him. I'm not the type to get played. I won't allow it.
Right now it's 8:57pm and I still have not heard from him. That's okay though. I'm okay with that. Even if he did text me, I wouldn't respond. I'm not going to if he texts me at all this week and most likely forever. I'm going to the same nightclub I met him at this Sunday and he'll most likely be there so that could get interesting if he shows. I'm hoping he does so that I can get my sweet revenge. Muahahahaha. I'm thinking of ideas as we speak. So far I only have one idea.. I already know he's going to step to me like there's nothing wrong. He's going to pretend like nothing happened and we're okay. I'm going to put my hand up, almost in his face. Look him in the eye and do something (I'm not sure what yet) and then walk away. I'm going to make him miss me. I'm something you'll regret losing, I guarantee you that. And he's going to feel it. :)
2.12.2009: Numero Uno
Hey Guys..
This is my first posting so I'll tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Nicole (hence the name..). I'm 19 years young. My last birthday was the best one I've had in a long time. I live in the Mini-snow-tah.. it's way too damn cold for me here. I'm going to be moving to Tennesse most likely within a few years. But don't worry, I'll be back to visit all ya'll. On the surface, I'm your average teenager. But on the inside, not so much.
I started this blog to help get my feelings and emotions out. I figured it would help. Even if nobody reads it, at least I get to "talk" about them, ya know? I'm taking this stress management class and we had this assignment today that made me realize I have an issue with keeping my feelings and emotions in. After doing that for awhile, I just blow up at people.. Usually the ones that love me most. I have a friend, Mark, who does the same thing. Only he's worse than me. He will rarely talk about what's on his mind even if someone asks him. I, on the other hand, will talk about them to certain people if I feel comfortable enough. And usually only if they ask.
I'm going through a tough time in my life and just when it seems to be getting smoother, I go over another set of bumps. It all started about 2 and a half years ago. It's almost like it happened overnight. One day I was walking around the house complaining that I was bored. The next day I had so much to do and only so much time. It's been hectic ever since. When will it slow down?
It began junior year of high school when I started the PSEO program where I can take college classes and the state pays for it. I started dating a guy I ended up staying with for a year and a half that year too. That's a story for another day though. Don't wanna scare you away on the first blog, ya know.
My girls are everything to me. I'd die without them in my life. They've helped me through everything without hesitation. Same goes for my family. They'll be there for me forever and always. They've loved me unconditionally even when I was going through some tough stuff last year. If anyone fucks with them, I'll kill them. Or at least scare them a little. When it comes to them, I don't play around.
I absolutely love going clubbing. I normally go 2-3 times a week. Thursday, friday, and saturday. I love partying too but clubbing is first on my list. I love meeting new people. Especially cute guys. ;] I taught myself to twerk too so now I'm not as afraid to dance with guys in the club 'cause I know what I'm doing now.
Speaking of friends, I have more guy friends than girl friends. Why? You ask. Simply because guys have less drama than girls. It's a proven fact. Girls jump off the deep end about nothing. Yeah.. Guys fight. But when they fight at least they usually have a reason. Girls usually fight cause some chick was looking at her man or something dumb like that.
That's about all I have to say for this one. I have much more to say in coming blogs though so stay posted ya'll. ;]
This is my first posting so I'll tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Nicole (hence the name..). I'm 19 years young. My last birthday was the best one I've had in a long time. I live in the Mini-snow-tah.. it's way too damn cold for me here. I'm going to be moving to Tennesse most likely within a few years. But don't worry, I'll be back to visit all ya'll. On the surface, I'm your average teenager. But on the inside, not so much.
I started this blog to help get my feelings and emotions out. I figured it would help. Even if nobody reads it, at least I get to "talk" about them, ya know? I'm taking this stress management class and we had this assignment today that made me realize I have an issue with keeping my feelings and emotions in. After doing that for awhile, I just blow up at people.. Usually the ones that love me most. I have a friend, Mark, who does the same thing. Only he's worse than me. He will rarely talk about what's on his mind even if someone asks him. I, on the other hand, will talk about them to certain people if I feel comfortable enough. And usually only if they ask.
I'm going through a tough time in my life and just when it seems to be getting smoother, I go over another set of bumps. It all started about 2 and a half years ago. It's almost like it happened overnight. One day I was walking around the house complaining that I was bored. The next day I had so much to do and only so much time. It's been hectic ever since. When will it slow down?
It began junior year of high school when I started the PSEO program where I can take college classes and the state pays for it. I started dating a guy I ended up staying with for a year and a half that year too. That's a story for another day though. Don't wanna scare you away on the first blog, ya know.
My girls are everything to me. I'd die without them in my life. They've helped me through everything without hesitation. Same goes for my family. They'll be there for me forever and always. They've loved me unconditionally even when I was going through some tough stuff last year. If anyone fucks with them, I'll kill them. Or at least scare them a little. When it comes to them, I don't play around.
I absolutely love going clubbing. I normally go 2-3 times a week. Thursday, friday, and saturday. I love partying too but clubbing is first on my list. I love meeting new people. Especially cute guys. ;] I taught myself to twerk too so now I'm not as afraid to dance with guys in the club 'cause I know what I'm doing now.
Speaking of friends, I have more guy friends than girl friends. Why? You ask. Simply because guys have less drama than girls. It's a proven fact. Girls jump off the deep end about nothing. Yeah.. Guys fight. But when they fight at least they usually have a reason. Girls usually fight cause some chick was looking at her man or something dumb like that.
That's about all I have to say for this one. I have much more to say in coming blogs though so stay posted ya'll. ;]
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