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Do You Like My Story? Fyi, It’s About A Cat!! :)?
I have spent my life being adored, loved, and petted. I have been called beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and perfect. I have been driven to Paris, New York, Guatemala, and Hollywood. I have been fussed over by superstars all over the world. I am on the front covers of People, Star, Ok, and Cat Fancy. I have met the President of the United States, Guam, and Iraq; the Queen of England; and the rulers of Germany and France. I have been onstage with Brittney Spears, Angelina Jolie, the Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt, and Beyonce. I have modeled clothing from Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren and Liz Claborne. I have eaten foods from around the world: calamari, caviar, and fried chicken liver with a pinch of salt, nutmeg, and lemon flavoring (just the way I like it).
Many adoring fans watch me as a wake, eat, sleep, dress, and walk. People photographers watch day in and day out for a small mishap, like having liver all over my face after looking up from my silver and pink monogrammed and specially engraved diamond bowl with the cute little emerald bows on the side or tripping on my chocolate brown dress with the long train and falling on the ground, messing my dress and freshly groomed hair. I must say, it is rather tiring to be famous, not that it is not fun, of course. But I must draw the line somewhere. Just yesterday I was reading in Tiger Beat, a teen magazine that is mostly about teen stars, that I was the most famous cat in the whole world. Now, the “most famous” part I do not mind, but being called a cat is not satisfactory, especially not after a huge breakfast of deviled eggs, and warm muffins. Just because I have to look up at people and have a lighter color of hair than most (it’s, like, almost white) does not mean I am a quote un-quote “a cat”. Where do they get this stuff? That’s, like, almost as bad as being called a midget. See what I have to put up with day after day?
I have never looked in a mirror or at any of my pictures. I find it quite alarming how it turns my energy way down and I can never focus on my work. I mean, one time I looked in the mirror before a show and got the biggest shock of my life. Whoever had dressed me had done a really good job at decking me out for Halloween because I looked like a cat….a cat wearing my blue sequined mini. I have to say I took no time in calling my agent and firing the woman that thought it was funny to dress me in a Halloween costume before I was about to do a show. Just to tell you, that night, I was so upset, I almost spilled my double chocolate chip frappicino and I only get one of those a year (my agent thinks I will get to high on sugar and die, poor dear). After that small setback in my career I promised myself, no more pictures, no more mirrors, no more reflections in pools. I do not need to get myself overworked before a show.
Today, I have my biggest show yet. My agent and I are going to speak at Idol Gives Back, a “helpful” version of the much famous American Idol. I totally have to wear my new strapless dress. First of all it is purple, the color of royalty and second it makes be look about three years older. My agent and I travel all over the world talking about the time I saved the Prime Minister of China from eating poison liver(yawn), the time I saved Anne Hathaway from choking on a overly huge sour grape(no big, honestly), and the time I saved Dakota Fanning from a burning house(now that was cool). My agent has to do all the talking for me due to a birth effect that leaves me squeaking like a baby when I try to talk. I have trained my agent on exactly what to say and when to pause to let my jump in. Normally, I would let my agent do all the talking, but the audience loves it when I jump in with my own opinion. It doesn’t really matter what I say, just that I say something (I usually just limit myself to one word at each pause). Yet, I still do not see why there is the resounding “Awwwwwwww” that follows each word I utter.
Today is the day. It is November 13, and after a two-year boycott, I have decided to look in a mirror. I mean, I am only going to meet the new president. I honestly cannot trust my make-up artists to make me look as fabulous as a can be. I must look in a mirror. I have dressed my best today. My navy-blue sailor suit looks beautiful with my white rain boots (they actually look good) and my hair is styled to perfection with little navy hair clips. Nothing can go wrong. I might even suggest to my make-up artist that I should wear a little mascara that my agent always wears, or maybe some lipstick.
I am totally closing my eyes as I walk up to the mirror. I know my agent and make-up artist are right behind me but I am still nervous. My nose touches the mirror and I make a mental reminder to ask my make-up artist for a face-lift or a nose job, my nose is just to flat. I hear my agent counting down behind me. Three…Two…One…I open my eyes and…see a cat. I spin around, blink, then
Do You Like My Story? Fyi, It’s About A Cat!! :)?
I have spent my life being adored, loved, and petted. I have been called beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and perfect. I have been driven to Paris, New York, Guatemala, and Hollywood. I have been fussed over by superstars all over the world. I am on the front covers of People, Star, Ok, and Cat Fancy. I have met the President of the United States, Guam, and Iraq; the Queen of England; and the rulers of Germany and France. I have been onstage with Brittney Spears, Angelina Jolie, the Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt, and Beyonce. I have modeled clothing from Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren and Liz Claborne. I have eaten foods from around the world: calamari, caviar, and fried chicken liver with a pinch of salt, nutmeg, and lemon flavoring (just the way I like it).
Many adoring fans watch me as a wake, eat, sleep, dress, and walk. People photographers watch day in and day out for a small mishap, like having liver all over my face after looking up from my silver and pink monogrammed and specially engraved diamond bowl with the cute little emerald bows on the side or tripping on my chocolate brown dress with the long train and falling on the ground, messing my dress and freshly groomed hair. I must say, it is rather tiring to be famous, not that it is not fun, of course. But I must draw the line somewhere. Just yesterday I was reading in Tiger Beat, a teen magazine that is mostly about teen stars, that I was the most famous cat in the whole world. Now, the “most famous” part I do not mind, but being called a cat is not satisfactory, especially not after a huge breakfast of deviled eggs, and warm muffins. Just because I have to look up at people and have a lighter color of hair than most (it’s, like, almost white) does not mean I am a quote un-quote “a cat”. Where do they get this stuff? That’s, like, almost as bad as being called a midget. See what I have to put up with day after day?
I have never looked in a mirror or at any of my pictures. I find it quite alarming how it turns my energy way down and I can never focus on my work. I mean, one time I looked in the mirror before a show and got the biggest shock of my life. Whoever had dressed me had done a really good job at decking me out for Halloween because I looked like a cat….a cat wearing my blue sequined mini. I have to say I took no time in calling my agent and firing the woman that thought it was funny to dress me in a Halloween costume before I was about to do a show. Just to tell you, that night, I was so upset, I almost spilled my double chocolate chip frappicino and I only get one of those a year (my agent thinks I will get to high on sugar and die, poor dear). After that small setback in my career I promised myself, no more pictures, no more mirrors, no more reflections in pools. I do not need to get myself overworked before a show.
Today, I have my biggest show yet. My agent and I are going to speak at Idol Gives Back, a “helpful” version of the much famous American Idol. I totally have to wear my new strapless dress. First of all it is purple, the color of royalty and second it makes be look about three years older. My agent and I travel all over the world talking about the time I saved the Prime Minister of China from eating poison liver(yawn), the time I saved Anne Hathaway from choking on a overly huge sour grape(no big, honestly), and the time I saved Dakota Fanning from a burning house(now that was cool). My agent has to do all the talking for me due to a birth effect that leaves me squeaking like a baby when I try to talk. I have trained my agent on exactly what to say and when to pause to let my jump in. Normally, I would let my agent do all the talking, but the audience loves it when I jump in with my own opinion. It doesn’t really matter what I say, just that I say something (I usually just limit myself to one word at each pause). Yet, I still do not see why there is the resounding “Awwwwwwww” that follows each word I utter.
Today is the day. It is November 13, and after a two-year boycott, I have decided to look in a mirror. I mean, I am only going to meet the new president. I honestly cannot trust my make-up artists to make me look as fabulous as a can be. I must look in a mirror. I have dressed my best today. My navy-blue sailor suit looks beautiful with my white rain boots (they actually look good) and my hair is styled to perfection with little navy hair clips. Nothing can go wrong. I might even suggest to my make-up artist that I should wear a little mascara that my agent always wears, or maybe some lipstick.
I am totally closing my eyes as I walk up to the mirror. I know my agent and make-up artist are right behind me but I am still nervous. My nose touches the mirror and I make a mental reminder to ask my make-up artist for a face-lift or a nose job, my nose is just to flat. I hear my agent counting down behind me. Three…Two…One…I open my eyes and…see a cat. I spin around, blink, then
Do You Like My Story? Fyi, It’s About A Cat!! :)?
I have spent my life being adored, loved, and petted. I have been called beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and perfect. I have been driven to Paris, New York, Guatemala, and Hollywood. I have been fussed over by superstars all over the world. I am on the front covers of People, Star, Ok, and Cat Fancy. I have met the President of the United States, Guam, and Iraq; the Queen of England; and the rulers of Germany and France. I have been onstage with Brittney Spears, Angelina Jolie, the Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt, and Beyonce. I have modeled clothing from Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren and Liz Claborne. I have eaten foods from around the world: calamari, caviar, and fried chicken liver with a pinch of salt, nutmeg, and lemon flavoring (just the way I like it).
Many adoring fans watch me as a wake, eat, sleep, dress, and walk. People photographers watch day in and day out for a small mishap, like having liver all over my face after looking up from my silver and pink monogrammed and specially engraved diamond bowl with the cute little emerald bows on the side or tripping on my chocolate brown dress with the long train and falling on the ground, messing my dress and freshly groomed hair. I must say, it is rather tiring to be famous, not that it is not fun, of course. But I must draw the line somewhere. Just yesterday I was reading in Tiger Beat, a teen magazine that is mostly about teen stars, that I was the most famous cat in the whole world. Now, the “most famous” part I do not mind, but being called a cat is not satisfactory, especially not after a huge breakfast of deviled eggs, and warm muffins. Just because I have to look up at people and have a lighter color of hair than most (it’s, like, almost white) does not mean I am a quote un-quote “a cat”. Where do they get this stuff? That’s, like, almost as bad as being called a midget. See what I have to put up with day after day?
I have never looked in a mirror or at any of my pictures. I find it quite alarming how it turns my energy way down and I can never focus on my work. I mean, one time I looked in the mirror before a show and got the biggest shock of my life. Whoever had dressed me had done a really good job at decking me out for Halloween because I looked like a cat….a cat wearing my blue sequined mini. I have to say I took no time in calling my agent and firing the woman that thought it was funny to dress me in a Halloween costume before I was about to do a show. Just to tell you, that night, I was so upset, I almost spilled my double chocolate chip frappicino and I only get one of those a year (my agent thinks I will get to high on sugar and die, poor dear). After that small setback in my career I promised myself, no more pictures, no more mirrors, no more reflections in pools. I do not need to get myself overworked before a show.
Today, I have my biggest show yet. My agent and I are going to speak at Idol Gives Back, a “helpful” version of the much famous American Idol. I totally have to wear my new strapless dress. First of all it is purple, the color of royalty and second it makes be look about three years older. My agent and I travel all over the world talking about the time I saved the Prime Minister of China from eating poison liver(yawn), the time I saved Anne Hathaway from choking on a overly huge sour grape(no big, honestly), and the time I saved Dakota Fanning from a burning house(now that was cool). My agent has to do all the talking for me due to a birth effect that leaves me squeaking like a baby when I try to talk. I have trained my agent on exactly what to say and when to pause to let my jump in. Normally, I would let my agent do all the talking, but the audience loves it when I jump in with my own opinion. It doesn’t really matter what I say, just that I say something (I usually just limit myself to one word at each pause). Yet, I still do not see why there is the resounding “Awwwwwwww” that follows each word I utter.
Today is the day. It is November 13, and after a two-year boycott, I have decided to look in a mirror. I mean, I am only going to meet the new president. I honestly cannot trust my make-up artists to make me look as fabulous as a can be. I must look in a mirror. I have dressed my best today. My navy-blue sailor suit looks beautiful with my white rain boots (they actually look good) and my hair is styled to perfection with little navy hair clips. Nothing can go wrong. I might even suggest to my make-up artist that I should wear a little mascara that my agent always wears, or maybe some lipstick.
I am totally closing my eyes as I walk up to the mirror. I know my agent and make-up artist are right behind me but I am still nervous. My nose touches the mirror and I make a mental reminder to ask my make-up artist for a face-lift or a nose job, my nose is just to flat. I hear my agent counting down behind me. Three…Two…One…I open my eyes and…see a cat. I spin around, blink, then
Help!! I Need Help With These Questions About The Book Balzac And The Little Chinese Seamstress!?
There are even some page numbers on there, I just can’t find the answer and some I don’t understand the question.
2. How does Roman Rolland’s novel Jean-Christophe transform the narrator? How are the narrator’s new beliefs and understandings of himself in conflict with the beliefs of the Communist China? (110-111)
3. What do Luo and the narrator write in the front of some of their books? Is this a wise decision? Why or why not? (111)
4. Where does Luo go on his “pilgrimages” (trips)?
5. Under what circumstances does the raven appear? What color is a raven? Using what you know from the previous two questions (circumstances/color) what might the raven represent in this story? (109, 113-117)
6. Describe Luo’s dream (116-117). Who/What does the seamstress resemble in the dream?
7. Explain the meaning and importance of the following quote, which appears on page 122. Consider what is says about human behavior and how people meet their wants and needs. Then say what this quote suggests about a possible conflict between Communism and basic humanness (normal human behavior).
“Watching [the villagers] during fittings, Luo and I were amazed to see how agitated they were, how impatient, how physical their desire for new clothes was. It would evidently take more than a political regime, more than dire poverty to stop a woman from wanting to be well dressed: it was a desire as old as the world, as old as the desire for children.”
Is There Any Truth About Gas Prices In This Letter To The Editor?
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
It’s up to us to cut gas prices Print E-mail
Dave Op’t Hof http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/…
The price of gasoline has hit a new high, as I’m sure you are well aware. We all lament the high cost of fuel and the repercussions it has in our economy. High fuel prices drive up the cost of everything from groceries to cars, because everything we buy is shipped in vehicles that burn some form of oil, be it gasoline or diesel. As our economy slides towards recession, the last thing we need is for prices to go up. This will result in what economists call “stagflation”, a situation in which prices are going up while jobs and wages are being lost.
The rising cost of fuel is primarily a matter of supply and demand. With the economies of Asia growing rapidly, notably China and India–between them containing one third of the world’s people– demand for oil is outstripping the supply, driving up the price of oil. This will get worse, not better, as the countries of Asia add more cars.
Let’s not forget the impact of the OPEC nations, who together exert considerable control over oil prices. Venezuela, Iran, and Libya are members of OPEC and they prosper as oil prices rise, as do other non-OPEC nations who produce lots of oil. Plus they enjoy the side benefit of watching our economy falter. Do you remember the vow made by Osama Bin Laden the day before the last presidential election, November 1, 2004. He promised to continue a “policy in bleeding America to the point of bankruptcy”. Increasing oil prices play right into the hands of terrorists like Bin Laden who want to destroy us any way they can, and who also benefit from the oil revenues of terrorist-sponsoring nations like Iran.
Consider, too, the oil companies who are complicit with the terrorists in squeezing our economy. The oil companies have all posted RECORD profits as oil prices have reached $3+ per gallon. I have no problem with them making a profit–every business needs to make a profit. But RECORD profits, while the country is slipping into recession? It’s immoral and downright unpatriotic for the oil companies to be raking in the dough while the rest of us are tightening our belts to brace for a downturn.
We are not powerless in this situation, however. Just as OPEC has control over supply, we have control over demand. The growth of China and India notwithstanding, the United States is still the largest consumer of fossil fuels, using 20.7 million barrels of oil per day. This exceeds the amount, 19.8 million bbl/day, used by the next 5 highest nations combined (in order, China, Japan, Germany, Russia, and India). ( http://www.nationmaster.com/graph/ene_oi… ) To the degree we cut our consumption of fuel, we can fight back. Indeed, we MUST fight back.
Some would lay sole responsibility for doing something about high energy prices at the feet of our government. Government can and certainly should do something about it, but we cannot afford to wait for federal action in this matter. It takes an act of Congress to change national energy policy and we all know how slow that is. It is up to us, individually and collectively to take action; Congress might then follow our lead.
I’m not talking about a one-day boycott–that’s like trying to lose a hundred pounds by not eating for one day, and the oil companies sneer at such efforts. I’m talking about things that will cut consumption permanently. If each of us drives less by carpooling, using mass transit, riding bikes, walking, consolidating trips to the store–anything we can think of, can we cut our individual consumption by 10%, maybe 20%? In our homes, can we set our thermostats a few degrees lower in the winter and a few higher in the summer? As we replace light bulbs, can we switch to the compact fluorescents? Can we seal up those leaks around windows and doors? Energy conservation is no longer a matter of saving the earth, which is important, or even saving money on fuel. It is a matter of national security, because right now we are at the mercy of OPEC; they have our heads in a vise and are tightening it every time the price of oil goes up.
As a nation, we need leadership that will encourage radically new energy policy, not policy dictated by the fat wallets of the oil companies. Ethanol is a fabulous alternative because, not only does it get us off foreign oil, but it gives American farmers a cash crop that will make them absolutely prosper. No longer will we have to prop up American agriculture with the ridiculous policy of paying farmers NOT to grow. Plus, ethanol is renewable; we can grow a new crop when the old one has been harvested.
And consider this, when the world’s oil reserves are gone, as they will be someday, what will the Arabs have to manipulate us with then? If we have engaged our agricultural powerhouse into growing crops for ethanol, we could become a major exporter of ethanol fuels, and we could find ourselves in control of the world’s economy, instead of at its mercy. We could have the Arabs begging for our fuel and paying top dollar for it.
Efforts need to be stepped up to make hybrid and hydrogen cars more affordable. If American auto-makers were more pro-active in developing alternative automobiles, they wouldn’t be floundering against the Japanese. We need government policies that encourage the Yankee ingenuity that gave us the automobile, the airplane, the computer and the Internet so that entrepreneurs of vision will take the risks needed to make these new automotive technologies economically viable.
Alternative energies like solar, wind, nuclear, geothermal and hydroelectric also need to be promoted vigorously and we must raise our voices to demand leadership from our elected officials to make it happen. The project to put a wind farm in Spanish Fork canyon is visionary and highly commendable. We need more of such projects because, once again, they are renewable.
Consider this a call to arms: we CAN fight back against high oil prices. Indeed, each one of us MUST, starting today. Not only is it good for each of us as consumers, it is strategically vital for us as a country, and of course, for our mother earth. If we put our backs and our minds to it, we could impact demand for oil within a month and be energy independent within five years. Then we’ll have OPEC begging us to buy their stinking oil, for 25 cents a gallon or less.
Dave Op’t Hof is a Provo resident.
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About Moving. I Never Moved Before. Please Help.?
Hi i dont know who to talk to about this cuz the friends i have if i told them about my issues they will treat me different so i need help. ok my mom told me we have to move because the bills are getting to high. and if he dont move soon we will get kicked out. i live in nyc now. so we took a trip to Florida. and it was ok and we seen a few places we liked. so we put the house up for sale and we are probably going to move around December. not to sure yet though. we didnt look anyplace cheaper here or close to here like nj cuz she said it would still be expensive. now my question is did something like this ever happen to you before? is moving fun? im a little nervous about starting a new high school about moving, and i really dont want to move but apparently we have to. how can i stop thinking about this? i feel like i am going out of my mind and i dont know why. i wish i could talk to a friend about this, but im afraid to open up. what would you do? is there anything that i can do? i also have an older brother who said if i dont like it there i can go to college somewhere else so i shouldnt be worried. which is true but he is leaving to go teach in china so i feel like he is leaving us, but really he is growing up and i am so happy for him. how can i let him go?
i think i just needed to vent out to someone. thanks for listening…
Is This The Kind Of “change” He Was Talking About ..?
Written by Dr. Paul L. Williams, Copyright 2009 Canadafreepress.com
“In my own life, in my own small way, I have tried to give back to this country that has given me so much,” she said. “See, that’s why I left a job at a big law firm for a career in public service, “… Michelle Obama
No, Michele Obama does not get paid to serve as the First Lady, and she doesn’t perform any official duties. But this hasn’t deterred her from hiring an unprecedented number of staffers to cater to her every whim and to satisfy her every request in the midst of the Great Recession.
Just think, Mary Todd Lincoln was taken to task for purchasing china for the White House during the Civil War. And Mamie Eisenhowe had to shell out the salary for her personal secretary from her husband’s salary.
Total Personal Staff members for other first ladies paid by taxpayers:
Mamie Eisenhower : 1 paid for personally out of President’s salary
Jackie Kennedy: 1
Roseline Carter: 1
Barbara Bush: 1
Hilary Clinton: 3
Laura Bush: 1
Michele Obama: 22
How things have changed! If you’re one of the tens of millions of Americans facing certain destitution, earning less than subsistence wages stocking the shelves at Wal-Mart or serving up McDonald cheeseburgers, prepare to scream and then come to realize that the benefit package for these servants of Ms Michelle are the same as members of the National Security and Defense departments and the bill for these assorted lackeys is paid by YOU, John Q. Public:
Michele Obama’s personal staff:
1.. $172,200 - Sher, Susan (Chief Of Staff)
2. $140,000 - Frye, Jocelyn C. (Deputy Assistant to the President and Director of Policy And Projects For The First Lady)
3. $113,000 - Rogers, Desiree G. (Special Assistant to the President and White House Social Secretary for Mrs. Obama)
4. $102,000 - Johnston, Camille Y. (Special Assistant to the President and Director of Communications for the First Lady)
5. $100,000 - Winter, Melissa E. (Special Assistant to the President and Deputy Chief Of Staff to the First Lady)
6. $90,000 - Medina , David S. (Deputy Chief Of Staff to the First Lady)
7. $84,000 - Lel yveld, Catherine M. (Director and Press Secretary to the First Lady)
8. $75,000 - Starkey, Frances M. (Director of Scheduling and Advance for the First Lady)
9. $70,000 - Sanders, Trooper (Deputy Director of Policy and Projects for the First Lady)
10. $65,000 - Burnough, Erinn J. (Deputy Director and Deputy Social Secretary)
11. $64,000 - Reinstein, Joseph B. (Deputy Director and Deputy Social Secretary)
12. $62,000 - Goodman, Jennifer R. (Deputy Director of Scheduling and Events Coordinator For The First Lady)
13. $60,000 - Fitts, Alan O. (Deputy Director of Advance and Trip Director for the First Lady)
14. $57,500 - Lewis, Dana M. (Special Assistant and Personal Aide to the First Lady)
15. $52,500 - Mustaphi, Semonti M. (Associate Director and Deputy Press Secretary To The First Lady)
16. $50,000 - Jarvis, Kristen E. (Special Assistant for Scheduling and Traveling Aide To The First Lady)
17. $45,000 - Lechtenberg, Tyler A. (Associate Director of Correspondence For The First Lady)
18. $43,000 - Tubman, Samanth a (Deputy Associate Director, Social Office)
19. $40,000 - Boswell, Joseph J. (Executive Assistant to the Chief Of Staff to the First Lady)
20. $36,000 - Armbruster, Sally M. (Staff Assistant to the Social Secretary)
21. $35,000 - Bookey, Natalie (Staff Assistant)
22. $35,000 - Jackson, Deilia A. (Deputy Associate Director of Correspondence for the First Lady)
(total = $1,591,200 in annual salaries)
There has NEVER been anyone in the White House at any time who has created such an army of staffers whose sole duties are the facilitation of the First Lady’s social life. One wonders why she needs so much help, at taxpayer expense.
Note: This does not include makeup artist Ingrid Grimes-Miles, 49, and “First Hairstylist” Johnny Wright, 31, both of whom traveled aboard Air Force One to Europe .
Copyright 2009 Canada Free Press.Com
canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/…
Yes, I know, The Canadian Free Press had to publish this perhaps because America no longer has a free press and the USA media is too scared that they might be considered racist or suffer at the hands of Obama.
Questions About Moroccan Guys..?
This weekend my friend and I were in the Moroccan part of Epcot for dinner and shopping. In the world show case only people native to the certin country work in their country, so Chinese people worked at China, Germans at Germany and Moroccans at Morcco.
Well while in Morocco and in the resturant we got hit on and check out by a number of Moroccan guys who worked there. We found it amusing because we were soaking wet, had messy hair and our makeup was smudge becuase of all the rain. Not that we’re ugly, were both cute girls.
Anways the entire time we got check out or hit on and we were wondering if its normal for Moroccan guys to do this.
lol. I dont mean to offend anyone in anyway. We just didn’t get hit on or noticed being checked out the rest of the trip. lol.
Thanks
What Am I Supposed To Do About This? Girlfriend Moving On.?
This is a long distance relationship, we met in a game when we were both 16, we’re 20/19 now. I’ve loved her since i told her i did (july 3rd 2006) and i’ve always tried my best. But i make mistakes. End of ‘06 she wanted me to quit smoking for a new years res. I did. For 3 months, problem is i didn’t tell her that i started up again. She found out through some pictures on facebook and hated me for it but i won her back because she knew i loved her.
Please don’t take that and think im a terrible person, i honestly do love her. Anyway, i’ve done a few other things (nothing serious, never cheated) but a few lies here and there. Skip forward to the summer just gone, we broke up. She had had enough of me apparently and that was it. She went cold and was interested in other guys (though specifically one) but he turned out to be an ***hole so she came back to me.
I’m a bit of a doormat, she loves me and she does want to be with me, but now she says long distance is too hard, and that i can’t change. By the way, we’ve met three times. Each time has improved but more importantly when im with her i feel different. Everything smells sweeter, we’re so romantic and inlove when we’re together in real life. Last time i went to see her was a couple of months ago. Pre trip she said we were just friends, she just wanted to keep it that way. But having met up with me she couldn’t resist and we ended up in bed etc.
By the end of those four days we were back on and everything was looking great! And then we (her words) “drifted apart” because she is working hard (tues-thurs at college + working a lot of nights) and i am at college both monday and friday, her days off. Last saturday she went out with some friends and met my new worst enemy. It seems they got on quite well, and she told me he held her (not a full hug, but his arm on her hip) and she really enjoyed it. Okay, have to say, im the jealous type and before you call her anything: we weren’t officially on but rather trying to enjoy each others company so its within her rights to do it. Either way, it hurt like hell and its obvious she really likes him, she won’t stop nattering about him at random times and i don’t really know what to do. I want her back but i know it can’t happen atleast until shes done with this guy (shes shy and isn’t slutty whatsoever so i don’t know how it will go). I sound kinda pathetic. I’m feeling really lonely, i guess i thought typing it all out on here would help. Thanks for answers forthcoming, ask for any other details i’d be happy to talk. It’s 2:42am and im working at 9am tomorrow, another sleepless night for me. I’ve been having 48 hour days for the past week. I’m more angry and stressed than i’ve ever been and i feel like i have no friends. Thanks for reading, i know: china wants their wall back.
Backpackers: Horror Stories About Public Toilets During Your Travels To The “third” World?
of course, i use “third world” for lack of a better word right nwo.
I really wanna travel to many places - india, vietnam, cambodia, china etc. but i keep hearing about the inadequate toilet facilities for the public.
should i wear an adult diaper throughout my trip?