tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601883928125085052024-03-13T22:50:39.533-07:00inamorataSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-80664689846064590782011-12-20T17:45:00.000-08:002011-12-20T17:48:01.376-08:00I am sitting here in the Emergency Room ER...And there is only one person I want to talk to about it...<br /><br />#learning the hard way that I love him<br /><br />(Its for my grandma)Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-31090788014638083102011-12-18T18:22:00.000-08:002011-12-18T18:29:13.847-08:00Let me apologize for the mini-sabatical I've been on.<br /><br />Once I got off the plane at home I pretty much took a break from everyone NOT my family or friends from high school.<br /><br />I guess you could say I am going back to my roots...trying to find out who I am...who I like better the old me or the crazy me.<br /><br />I deleted my facebook which is normally my preceeding website to this blog which is why I havent posted in a bit...well that and I dont need anyone from my old life reading about this one...<br /><br />They wouldn't recognize me.Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-32804292966108945312011-12-13T15:10:00.000-08:002011-12-13T15:23:03.858-08:00Soooo I am sittin at the airport now.....with 2 hours to kill...the genius that I am doesn't have a book and isn't hungry and doesn't want to give up my prime seat so I am listening to music.<br /><br />You know what happens when you listen to music for too long?? You start getting reminded of things by songs...too bad 90% of songs are love songs...<br /><br />What did I get reminded of? <br />The fact that when I get on this plane everything will be over. He will go back to his fiance (who doesn't have to hold back her feelings for him) and he will get reminded of how much better than me she is.<br />I never expected anything from him but I also thought I wouldn't get hurt because I wasn't some dumb girl.<br /><br />When I first started having feelings for him and ended it I should have left it alone...<br /><br />He wanted to see me before I left but I wouldn't let him...I know I did the right thing.<br /><br />I know when we both get back things will be different and I'm okay with that.<br />I just wish these sad songs would stop playing.<br /><br /><br /><br />(sorry no picture today, I'm at an airport gimme a break! Lol)Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-91798114894412060782011-12-11T18:05:00.000-08:002011-12-11T18:07:00.040-08:00HOLY FINALS WEEK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvO2SWdSaCc/TuVhZCuyx2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Lq5sF4OLNbE/s1600/we.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvO2SWdSaCc/TuVhZCuyx2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Lq5sF4OLNbE/s200/we.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685057187482879842" /></a><br /><br />Not sure how many of you are starting finals week but I know I am,<br /><br />So here is one hot man for you to stare at as you contemplate setting fire to your notes and tearing your brain out<br /><br />:) Happy studying for all you students<br /><br />:) Happy Hot Man for all you non-students<br /><br />win-win hahaSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-9385662849446863332011-12-11T02:42:00.000-08:002011-12-11T02:49:12.526-08:00Breaking the Cycle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfJN8thamfs/TuSKnSMya3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/tbi-qxhb2jM/s1600/kjk.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfJN8thamfs/TuSKnSMya3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/tbi-qxhb2jM/s200/kjk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684821037153414002" /></a><br />Before you read this scroll down and read the previous post<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />No seriously go read it-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Ok tell me how THAT situation I just posted about did a complete 180 and now I'm left feeling ...pathetic.....nothing has happened really but this conversation went from hard to great to hopeful to awful (awful for only me).<br /><br />hate him hate him hate him<br /><br />lol SHESH when will I ever learn!<br /><br />I need to smack myself in the face and say "figure your shit out PLEASE!"<br /><br />I can't imagine how annoying this is for those of you reading all of my posts because I keep posting the same shit<br />1. love him<br />2. need to leave him<br />3. hate him<br />4. repeat from top <br /><br />:(Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-19037334227911835622011-12-10T22:24:00.000-08:002011-12-10T22:37:41.245-08:00Hardest Night....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIfS7oHMgn4/TuRPFn7v1GI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hMGqCw7MyUU/s1600/qq.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIfS7oHMgn4/TuRPFn7v1GI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hMGqCw7MyUU/s200/qq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684755587685930082" /></a><br />At this VERY moment I am burying my feelings for him deep DEEP down inside and ending things.<br /><br />I can't describe the feeling this is though, which sucks because in a blog you hafta do just that...so I will try.<br /><br />This may be a dorky analogy but you remember in the movie Mean Girls when Regina's friend talks about how she got some white gold hoop earrings for her birthday and she had to pretend like she didn't like them because Regina told her that hoops were 'her thing?'<br /><br />Lol well it's kinda like that but worse because I know I am pretending not to be in love with him because I MADE THE MISTAKE. I am not doing it because of some Queen Bee stupid peer pressure reason...I'm doing it because I was the idiot who fell in love with someone who was engaged.<br /><br />I am doing it because--even though I have not been acting like it lately--I am a good person.<br /><br />So with each text we exchange he get's the point more and more...and I feel more and more like I am pushing away the only man who has ever cared about me.<br /><br />The hope for a better "Mr. Right" isn't enough to make me do this, but the promise of "making things right" and following my morals should be enough.<br /><br />Wish me luck, because he's a fighter and I know if he fights for us long enough......no, no I can't afford to think that way <br />:(Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-29292608186991878242011-12-10T13:06:00.001-08:002011-12-10T13:14:34.694-08:00Got a Case of Love Bipolar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAG4QYFeLGs/TuPLtQ0iwnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YZWgpu4cBXs/s1600/v.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAG4QYFeLGs/TuPLtQ0iwnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YZWgpu4cBXs/s200/v.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684611133141598834" /></a><br /><br />You know that song HOT 'N COLD by Katie Perry?<br /><br />I am definitely guilty of being that right now lol<br /><br />But I feel justified because I am not really supposed to be in a relationship with this guy in the first place soooo I think it is just my conscious trying to make things right...when I go cold.<br /><br />But when I go hot, damn I have some bad thoughts...some homewrecking thoughts and I HATE thinking that way!<br /><br />It sucks that as of right now I am so afraid of going Hot again that I cannot even respond to his texts...idk what I'm gonna do when our date rolls around :(<br /><br />Every time I try to stay cold in person he fricken melts me! <br /><br />Grrr...<br /><br />except I hope I don't get hot too late when we both are home for the holidays :( that would be ROUGH.Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-22144296167113543062011-12-07T21:01:00.001-08:002011-12-07T21:04:07.425-08:00Switch'n it up real quickJust taking a break from my normal drama to share a good find :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zF1r2mH15d8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />It sounds like a COMPLETELY different song!...well not really but to listen to Nicki Minaj I have to be in like a certain mood. My blood pressure rises because it is such a fast paced (semi-angry sounding) song!<br /><br />But this one I can chill out too and actually listen to the story-line :)<br /><br />Not saying which one is better but I definitely am enjoying this one right meow :)Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-71904837154518638122011-12-06T22:37:00.000-08:002011-12-06T22:44:35.172-08:00Sorry bout it honey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3afO9nAAR8/Tt8LS6hcwOI/AAAAAAAAATo/w5JWPX_lXe4/s1600/d.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3afO9nAAR8/Tt8LS6hcwOI/AAAAAAAAATo/w5JWPX_lXe4/s200/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683273674339959010" /></a><br />If a guy doesn't text/call you for a two weeks and finally does so saying he is in Alaska would you:<br /><br />A) say "Hey Cool! How is it over there?"<br /><br />B) say "F*#@ you asshole! You never called!"<br /><br />C) ask "Why'd you take so long to call?"<br /><br />D) Make small talk like you are busy and when the conversation allows just stop responding <br /><br />*Welp I choose option D because I WAIT FOR NO ONE!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />except that one other guy haha but we won't go into that now :)Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-4990384613319006402011-12-04T20:56:00.000-08:002011-12-04T21:03:23.913-08:00That little buggaIt's so weird how I can be perfectly happy and content then BAM it hits me that I wanna talk to him...<br /><br />I am keeping my distance but at the same time I think, should I get closer so he learns to love me and leaves her...or keep myself away and safe...<br /><br />It's like the little devil and angel on my shoulder<br /><br />So far the devil has won and the angel is winning<br /><br />Doesn't make sense right...<br /><br />And I hate that I want Devil to win this one...Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-32087761156279485882011-12-02T00:06:00.000-08:002011-12-02T00:15:14.152-08:00Not looking forward to explaining...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGuoO_PltC8/TtiHOzjCF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/9ZFgMDzBpSU/s1600/b.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGuoO_PltC8/TtiHOzjCF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/9ZFgMDzBpSU/s200/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681439618352945090" /></a><br /><br />I swear it felt like every conversation I had today centered around cheating...<br /><br />Ok Ok just two but still that is two conversations where I had to keep quiet and agree :/<br /><br />The first one was with my sister and the second was with two friends...<br /><br />My sister was telling me how this guy kept hitting on her who had a gf AND who had gotten with her really good friend...<br /><br />My teammates were saying how once they hear a guy has a gf they stop talking to him...and how guys try to talk to them when they have bf<br /><br />Ummhumnum...I don't know if this is a "special situation" or if my head is too far up my ass...at least I'm not the one cheating right?<br />right?<br />no still wrong...<br /><br />Well either way my friends are about to see him around a lot more...and despite me firm refutes that we are just friends...I know they will know better<br /><br />:/<br /><br /><br /><br />I have a lot of really close friends and my sisters. I know most of them wouldn't judge me because they know the kind of person I am but I can't even tell any of them :(<br />I am too shamed <br /><br />fuck lol Who invented the concept of fate anyways? Because our timing sucked but it feels so easy and so right...UGH UGH <br /><br />time to turn my brain off sorry if this post was confusing...my brain is confusing right now and I'm just tryin to do it justice hahaSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-35015901613605594542011-11-30T23:58:00.000-08:002011-12-01T00:06:31.892-08:00Rubber Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dAGWvlEHMI/Ttc1bSS743I/AAAAAAAAATQ/I-7hiyUCIBE/s1600/rubberband.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dAGWvlEHMI/Ttc1bSS743I/AAAAAAAAATQ/I-7hiyUCIBE/s200/rubberband.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681068197835170674" /></a><br />So the last time I saw him we decided to trade bracelets because we didn't know the next time we would see each other.<br /><br />Shitty deal for me lol would you like to know the bracelets we exchanged?<br /><br />The one that I was wearing: One of those nice "livestrong" type ones but it was for my college<br />The one that he was wearing: A rubber band.<br /><br />Hahahaha I know such a lame trade but when I was missing him I was sooo happy to have that dorky rubber band.<br /><br />Welp I woke up this morning and was walking to school when my wrist started stinging...I got a fricken rash because all my bracelets were tangled in that damn rubber band and were rubbing all night :(<br /><br />It's gone now but it did make me laugh. It's kinda like how bad he is for me...He is hurting me but I keep him around...I'll push him away until the pain of wanting him overcomes the pain of knowing we will never be officially together<br />aka I wore the rubber band on my other hand until the rash went away<br /><br />...then I put it backSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-72816080109139941612011-11-29T22:25:00.000-08:002011-11-30T00:19:06.386-08:00Not looking ahead<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA8XXqBtRfk/TtXOOqWCrPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XwzHiO3ghjE/s1600/fire.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA8XXqBtRfk/TtXOOqWCrPI/AAAAAAAAATE/XwzHiO3ghjE/s200/fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680673256277978354" /></a><br />So I live about a mile away from school and my bike got stolen :(<br /><br />I am always able to snag a ride home...except today I had a study group so I couldn't!<br /><br />As I am leaving campus I update my facebook status to something like "I'm walking home alone, in the dark and I'm scared :("<br /><br />Three minutes later he calls me :)<br /><br />He tells me he will keep me company bc I am scared. <br /><br />I know we can never be. <br />I just told him I'm going to Europe<br />He told me by the time I get back he will be gone<br /><br />But for now I'm okay with whatever this is.<br /><br />It's kinda like when kids catch fireflies in jars<br /><br />They are so happy when they do because they've watched and wanted one for so long.<br /><br />Some try to hold on too long to it<br />Others know it cannot and should not last so when the time comes they let it go.<br /><br />Holding onto it for too long will kill it<br />In the jar...it cannot surviveSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-44147075100918634712011-11-28T21:58:00.000-08:002011-11-28T22:05:56.091-08:00Didn't want to lose the friendship...smart move or not?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxtYAxYn0jY/TtR2BcvYJOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dtaQ1SLlFsg/s1600/fri.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxtYAxYn0jY/TtR2BcvYJOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dtaQ1SLlFsg/s200/fri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680294797287892194" /></a><br />You guys ever watched the music video for "We found love" by Rihanna?<br /><br />It is epic just FYI but that's not why I am posting.<br /><br />In the very beginning when there is a voice talking she says, <br />"...Sometimes you almost wish you could have all that bad stuff back so you can get the good..."<br /><br />(I think I paraphrased a bit but you can look it up)<br />Yes well I know that feeling WAY too well right now.<br />Annnd I did go ahead and welcome all the bad stuff back...along with the good.<br /><br />But you know what? I think I did it because this guy truly is one of my best friends and I wanted to text him and talk to him like I would my best friend but I couldn't...so I think that is a contributing factor to my shit-show-of-a-situation.<br /><br />The friend-zone is real btw.<br /><br />Friendship > love....but if this friendship comes with unrequited love is it worth it?<br /><br />I vote yes :/<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />for now...Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-39683073591074863172011-11-27T16:09:00.000-08:002011-11-27T16:17:46.544-08:00Thank You Kate Vogel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSB4aiou30s/TtLTIxXiAnI/AAAAAAAAASs/NrrR530kEL8/s1600/weak.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSB4aiou30s/TtLTIxXiAnI/AAAAAAAAASs/NrrR530kEL8/s200/weak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679834227712066162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoshBiFUXF4/TtLTDgvjSGI/AAAAAAAAASg/Xt5r2JBXbE4/s1600/stay.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoshBiFUXF4/TtLTDgvjSGI/AAAAAAAAASg/Xt5r2JBXbE4/s200/stay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679834137350064226" /></a><br />Who doesn't love finding a song that fits her mood or situation perfectly? :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Forever And Almost Always"<br /><br />So the story goes on down <br />The less traveled road <br />It's a variation on <br />The one I was told <br />And although it's not the same <br />It's awful close, yeah <br /><br />In an ordinary fairy tale land <br />There's a promise of a perfect happy end <br />And I imagine having just short of that <br />Is better than nothing <br /><br />So you'll be mine <br />Forever and almost always <br />And I'll be fine <br />Just love me when you can <br />And I'll wait patiently <br />I'll wake up every day <br />Just hoping that you still care <br /><br />In the corner of my mind I know too well <br />Oh that surely even I deserve the best <br />But instead of leaving <br />I just put the issue to bed <br />And outta my head <br /><br />Oh and just when I believe <br />You've changed for good <br />Well you go and prove me wrong <br />Just like I knew you would <br /><br />When I run out of second chances <br />You give me that look <br />And you're off the hook <br /><br />Because you're mine <br />Forever and almost always <br />And I'm fine <br />Just love me when you can <br />And I'll wait patiently <br />I'll wake up every day <br />Just hoping that you still care <br /><br />Oh, what am I still doing here? <br />Oh, it's all becoming so clear <br /><br />You'll be mine <br />Forever and almost always <br />It ain't right to just love me when you can <br />Oh I won't wait patiently <br />Or wake up everyday <br />Just hoping that you'll still care <br /><br />Forever and almost always <br />No it ain't right <br />To just love me when you can, baby <br />Ain't gonna wait patiently <br />I won't wake up everyday <br />Just hoping that you still careSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-85735042197265576292011-11-27T15:32:00.000-08:002011-11-27T16:30:16.476-08:00I was ment to tread the water...but now I've gotten in too deep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4DYQqTqypk/TtLKknDKy9I/AAAAAAAAASU/68jvaG_iJHY/s1600/two_finger_ring.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4DYQqTqypk/TtLKknDKy9I/AAAAAAAAASU/68jvaG_iJHY/s400/two_finger_ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679824810373991378" /></a><br />Thank you to everyone who has commented about finding someone new and moving on...you all are too right :)<br /><br />Something totally random happened today and honestly once I type it out it will probably sound very verrrrry dumb but I am kinda procrastinating studying right now so I am going to go ahead and do it lol<br /><br />I have this two-finger ring that my friend gave me and it is very VERY snug, like a size or two small haha but I love it so I am wearing it<br /><br />I took it off while I was flipping through my book and when I put it back on while I walked to the bathroom it got stuck (lol like REALLY STUCK)<br /><br />It doesn't help that I got this ring the last time I saw the guy I've been posting about so whenever I look at it I see him...<br /><br />But while I was tugging at it to come off I start thinking it is like him hold on me, as much as I do not want it on me IT WON'T COME OFF!! I had a tiny silent freak-out while I tried to pull it off but it was like literally cemented to my finger!<br /><br />I finish my business (lol sorry just part of the story) and I go to wash my hands and the ring slides off like it was 3 sizes too big :)<br /><br />This made me smile because no matter how hopeless I feel and like I will never get someone off my mind or something off my finger...it will come off easier than expected<br /><br />When I find someone better<br /><br />or water :)<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Ok I came back to edit this post because I started fooling around with the ring again and got it stuck...but had no water...so yanking it off took WAAAY longer and was VERY painful...<br /><br />Same as letting go of him. <br />Since I have no one else (water) it will be harder to let him go and more painful but I have to do it to protect myself from further harm <br />(my finger was losing feeling!!)Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-176256482564167192011-11-27T02:32:00.000-08:002011-11-27T03:02:45.397-08:00I SWEAR I am not some pscho haha everyone facebook creeps!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNYGwc05D7k/TtIY0LLjmiI/AAAAAAAAASI/GgE-LPcgdJs/s1600/heart.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNYGwc05D7k/TtIY0LLjmiI/AAAAAAAAASI/GgE-LPcgdJs/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679629364701141538" /></a><br />Sorry that my last like 3 or 4 posts have been super heartbroken and depressing...<br /><br />I swear a brighter post is coming! <br /><br />But I just decided to share this because none of you followers know me annnd I am kinda embarrassed to say this lol<br /><br />The fucker that I am falling for who is engaged...I just totally facebook creeped the shit outta both of them and found her myspace (ya myspace hella old right I know but her facebook was private obvs)<br /><br />After being totally loser-ish and looking up on her I (and I am saying this as modestly as possible) am better looking than her.<br /><br />HOLD UP: just to clarify I never think of myself as pretty. I just always think I am a tad below average but nothing gross..most days haha<br /><br />And I feel bad about this because it means I am saying that she isn't pretty but I really am not trying to tear her down...<br /><br />I have been tearing myself down for the past month thinking she was better than me at everything which was why he was with her and I was his backup plan...<br /><br />Just knowing (in my opinion) that I have something over her is nice.<br />It may just help me sleep better at night while knowing he's thinking of her not me...Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-84149725335970614462011-11-27T00:16:00.001-08:002011-11-27T00:26:45.189-08:00Don't waste your time waiting one someone who wouldn't wait for you...It figures...it's rainy and stormy and all everyone wants to do is stay inside snuggle up in a big blanket and watch movies...<br /><br />aka cuddling weather...<br /><br />aka both my besties have an invite places to go...and I have...a list of sad songs playing on my computer and possibly a movie...<br /><br />There is one movie that I think will match my mood pretty well but I haven't seen it yet.<br /><br />I'll post the trailer and maybe you guys will get a better grasp on how much I dislike the guy I love....<br />Except for the no flirting rule...<br />And the part about the guy loving me back lol<br />But the last line about her making him decent and him making her SO happy...pretty much sums it all up.<br /><br />ugh, WHY CAN'T I LISTEN TO MYSELF?<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GU4qLmIXbOE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-64631728539679917522011-11-26T16:17:00.001-08:002011-11-26T16:23:05.342-08:00Let go of Mr. Wrong so Mr. Right can find you...even if Mr. Wrong is Mr. Right for someone elseI envy the people in this video. They knew what their mistake was and when they went back to change it the other person excitedly accepted them.<br /><br />While watching it I was feeling the same way as the first girl, walking away from the man I love...but the difference was when she turned back around for him, they could be together.<br /><br />I CANNOT be with my guy. That's why I walked away...I don't know why I keep walking back :( <br /><br />And another thing...I am sure these people in the video were nice people...<br />He can't be a nice guy...<br />...to do what he has been doing to me...and his fiance.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_YtzsUdSC_I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-38502050226927723662011-11-26T09:16:00.000-08:002011-11-26T09:24:49.483-08:00Rock & a Hard Place<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjmgmh87aJI/TtEg2vW7IbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0EK0Uxt_RxU/s1600/brotip"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjmgmh87aJI/TtEg2vW7IbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0EK0Uxt_RxU/s400/brotip" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679356729888547250" /></a><br />Hi...so last night (or day)there was a punk marathon from 3pm till 1am...we got a day-fade going and went...<br /><br />You know who texts me and I give him attitude for pretty much no reason other than I am mad myself for liking him so damn much... <br /><br />Hopefully I scared him off and he won't come back, which is what I WANT but am NEVER able to actually make happen because of my feelings for him...<br /><br />If he does end up coming back after the attitude I gave him then I may have even an bigger problem...I might like him more :( <br /><br />FMLSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-38030238531829767962011-11-24T14:06:00.001-08:002011-11-24T14:08:36.309-08:00Ooops I did it again...and again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8uucewwB9w/Ts7AYP9MWAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Vj2b8ivLCq4/s1600/mistake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8uucewwB9w/Ts7AYP9MWAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Vj2b8ivLCq4/s400/mistake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678687702993360898" /></a><br />Edward 40's hands + trouble maker texting me = Yeaaaa....oops<br /><br />HAPPY THANKSGIVING!Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-55946599008629423812011-11-23T01:32:00.001-08:002011-11-23T01:44:02.874-08:00Can't stay away :(Why is it when I write things down in this blog I can really see them...
And when I go back out into the situation I can't anymore!!
If you read a few back you will see I finally got out of a bad relationship...had my head on straight and knew what I was doing...
Yea, about that.
Just to be fair, HE opened the lines of communication again. And I ONLY responded because he sounded really down. (smart guy right)
I did however agree to hanging out with him...yet I find myself hopeful that "something" happens when we do.
WOW REALLY IDIOT? Why would I want that? Why would I want to be with a guy who I see declare his love for his fiance' over facebook?! why why whyyyy!
He is selfish! I am weak!....But he is the only guy that makes me feel the way he does...like I am special (which I obviously am not) and like he really likes me when in reality he already does the same thing to another girl a million miles away.
Why do I sit up thinking how things would be different if I had met him first, if he and her broke up, down the line if they got divorced?
I am pathetic...I did not give in when he told me he had no where to spend Thanksgiving...I felt like shit because I am a sucker for the holidays and people who have no one...but c'mon I can't explain that one to my friends and even if I could why would I want to spend a holiday with someone who will never again spend it with me.
I want to be mad at him but I can't. I want to be mad at me but I keep agreeing to see him.
I know that this will lead to a heartbroken post later on down the road but I guess that's good for you readers right? :)
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Actually I am on page 6 so I guess it's not procrastination...I'll call it a break :)
Sorry, I know that all my procrastination posts are really lame and random so I promise I will write another better one tonight!
I just ate a tuna quesadilla...so goood!
Ps. Have you ever put Tapitio on popcorn? Yea TRY IT....actually Tapitio on anything is bomb
But now I have tuna breath :)
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RoIv_AEOkM/TswdLyxIEbI/AAAAAAAAARY/ybAJ7ghS8CQ/s1600/procrastination_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="317" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RoIv_AEOkM/TswdLyxIEbI/AAAAAAAAARY/ybAJ7ghS8CQ/s400/procrastination_1.png" /></a></div>Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-24744594104610322762011-11-21T23:59:00.000-08:002011-11-22T01:11:45.033-08:00Happy McHappy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flu5-6zmGWM/TstnSFVCzvI/AAAAAAAAARM/v67vKzQ57Fw/s1600/w.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flu5-6zmGWM/TstnSFVCzvI/AAAAAAAAARM/v67vKzQ57Fw/s400/w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677745315596390130" /></a><br /><br />At first I was gonna write about this guy I've been seeing lately...<br />But then I realized that I haven't heard from him since he dropped me off yesterday morning (which is not that long ago I am aware don't think I don't). <br />So I decided to write on how happy I am with the way my life is.<br /><br />but then my phone vibrated..<br /><br />So now I am sitting here wondering if he texted me or if it is someone else.<br /><br />Why am I not just looking?<br /><br />Because for once I am going to make a conscious decision about my relationships. I am going to decide if I WANT him to call/text me before I see if he DID<br /><br />Only because having a guy not call is never fun. Even when you don't want to see him again it still hurts a little because there was something wrong with ME instead of just HIM. lol<br /><br />Anyhoo dating someone because you are bored is never right...but sometimes doing things bc you are bored is how new favorite hobbies are found hahahahaSkylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460188392812508505.post-17613163194002451242011-11-19T22:21:00.000-08:002011-11-19T22:28:51.084-08:00Always having great days...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXferxPs3-o/TsieHMqVp0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sl3y4D1afFI/s1600/koko.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXferxPs3-o/TsieHMqVp0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sl3y4D1afFI/s400/koko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676961176795588418" /></a><br />So I got back from last night (or this morning)at 4:00am<br /><br />I Woke up at 7:00am to do some community service :)<br /><br />Went to sleep again at 10am (planning on sleeping the day away)<br /><br />Get woken up two hours later to my friends who TELL me this:<br />#1 I am NOT hungover<br />#2 I want to wake up<br />#3 I am going on a hike with them..a hike that is over 1,000 steps INCLINE<br /><br />after a few "fuck no's" and "Leave me alone's" I get dressed.<br /><br />The hike was fucking hard as usual but all in all a GREEEAT DAY <br /><br />Saw a lot of different beautiful places and ate some great food and got to hang out with some friends I LOVE<br /><br />So moral of the story: <br />When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade<br /><br />(wow that saying actually works very well in this instance! I totally did not start out planning on having a moral of the story I swear haha)Skylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08399359986329096452noreply@blogger.com0