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Thank God March is almost over. Really. You know what that means?

MAY IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER, BITCHES!

So what have I been doing to keep myself occupied this week?
(And yes, this is REALLY, REALLY pathetic.)

1. I've been on LJ, tweaking my layout, like EVERYTHING. I know it's pre-made but I haven't seen LJ overrides in a butt-long.
2. I've been trolling community sites looking for layouts, mood themes, and icons. And I've never done that before. EVER.
3. I've been on a Photoshop frenzy, making icons and a new disclaimer.
4. I actually got a layout for Chris and lovingly did all the customization (text and link colors) for her. YES, I'M THAT BORED and I love her THAT much.
5. Finally got my phone back today and I still have to fix my contacts and all that jazz. Damn Nokia PC Suite.

And just because, I'm about to pass out, here are a couple of shit that I did on Photoshop which I already posted on my Facebook account:

The text on this actually came from my own mouth:


These words are from a journal in which random people write their secrets. This is one of mine.

Okay, I seriously need to sleep or eat or something.

Shit

I don't know if going to the States is the right idea right now.
All I no is, if that I'm going to be with Chris, things will become clearer.

Shit, I just want want what I have been wanting ever since I was a youngin.

To not live in this country.
To be somewhere else.
To not be around my family (I LOVE THEM BUT FUCK. ONE PERSON JUST RUINS IT ALL.)
To not deal with the people who live here (Can someone say "PLASTIC FUCKS??")
and a whole lot more.

Fuck I can't wait til MAY.

SCREW you all.
Well, not all of you but some of you.

I just want to to see Chris.

Love and Relationships

(Stumbled upon this on my Blogspot while I was re-reading my old crap. Wrote it during class a few years ago. So yeah, bear with me if it sucks.)

You know how the story goes. A boy meets this girl, they seem to have a connection when they converse, they have a certain chemistry that they don’t have with anyone else, they get together, and maybe, if they're lucky, they fall in love.

They go through a lot of good and rough times together, they know everything about each other, they accept each other's faults with open arms, and they are content with being together.

Then, the time comes. They are driven to separate. It can be a mutual understanding, or it can come from wither of them. But relationships that will not lead to marriage will always come to an end. And whether we like it or not, we have to move on.

But how does one move on after a heartbreak? How can the fear and trauma be erased from one's mind? And how can you be so sure that the next one will be worth the risk?

FAITH and PATIENCE. You must have faith that you will be happy. That you will find someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. You must have patience with yourself and with your significant other. Take things slow. Fall in love when you’re sure. Don’t say "I love you" if you’re not sure you mean it.

Because in the end, if it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be. But all you have to remember is this:

Someone out there has gone through everything you experienced. Someone out there knows and understands what you’ve been through.

And somehow, some way, that someone will find their way to you.

What Happened to All the Nice Guys?

(I did not write this. I just stumbled upon it awhile ago while bloghopping. I think it's funny and amusing but it also has truth to it. Damn and I thought the male species were just built to be assholes.)

What Happened To All The Nice Guys?

I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.

What happened to all the nice guys?

The answer is simple: you did.

See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were effing treated you.

At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douchebags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"

Well, once again, you did.

You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy(Waitaminute. Why SHOULD you reciprocate in kind? Obviously, Mr. "Nice" Guy just wanted to get some. Yeesh. - Marcelle). You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.

Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.

So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:

1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your @$$.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.

I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.

If you were five years younger.

So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've effed yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bs and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't effing want you, now.

Sincerely,

A Recovering Nice Guy