Embarrassments and Mistakes

Alright so seeing as (like said below) this is kind of just an online diary that is vague, I am going to confess that right now I am feeling a wee bit embarrassed.  Why might you ask?  Well, because of what is brought up in almost every post of this blog.... MEN!

I am embarrassed by the men I have chosen to spend time with, have crushes on, and flirtations I have taken up with in the past.  At the moment there is no one of particular interest, some handsome men I go to church with but at the moment no prospectives or any flirtationships to speak of.  Which led me to think back about the guys I have been into in the past, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!

Like seriously, looking back it's shocking to think that many of these mens I was thinking "oh my gosh, he is soooooo sweet, and so handsome, wow we are GREAT together".  What reality was I living in?  Many of these mens were arrogant, or selfish, or unable to hold intellectual convo, and clearly I am SUCH an intellectual (heavy sarcasm).  Unfortunately I believe I am an easily wooed and charmed lady.  The lines guys give that I just eat up, my goodness where do they come up with these things.  I mean some of them are really nice and straight forward "Hey you are beautiful".  LOVE THAT!  It's when they start to try to create some connection or false emotional attachment that I know are easy pick up tactics but I allow myself to be picked up.

Well at least I can say the amount of mistakes I have made I can count on one hand, one finger even (I'm still embarrassed about that finger might I add).  So all in all I guess keep the flattery and charm coming, because I'll fall for it, but please don't be someone I will be embarrassed about later (I'm looking at you one finger).

Hugs and Kisses
Lisi

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Procrastination

I am supposed to be studying for the GRE right now, but instead I decided to write an entry on a blog that no one reads, so I guess this is an online diary that is not hidden in the slightest but also not out on the dining room table.  This is the type of diary that someone would find sitting on my bed, they are only going to find it if they know me well enough to be allowed in the inner sanctum that is my bedroom.

I was thinking today how much I love my bed, but how if you were to say to someone "I try to spend as much time in bed as possible" they would either think you were lazy or a bit of a hussy.

There is a new tall handsome man whom I have recently met.  I might have insulted him in my stunted adolescent awkwardness by calling him a creep, something that only my friend was supposed to hear, and that I didn't mean, but if he heard me then I have become the creep.

I am moving downtown and am excited, we have a cute little apartment above a bread and cheese shop.  I feel so french already, now I just need to get the french snob attitude down.

I have a feeling the GRE will be very difficult for me simply because I am not preparing for it, my bad.

Many girls try to do the marrying rich thing, which is great for them, I could almost understand it except for what good is all that money when you can't stop throwing up, because if I had to kiss what they were kissing you know I would have a sudden case of IBS and be ruining all the nice stuff that sugar daddy was buying me.

The following is the stupidest texts ever written:

T1

O I've had too much and am now dancing with others who also have had too much they another bottle to the tAble their bad

T2

Way too old but it's free which is a mistake former which o w

T3

I'll regret I the morning and pretend it will never happen u never texted u on the morning they atte playing hip hop and just gave the bottle to drink for me

T4

Angela say no tomorrow morning I won't talk to u, buy it's free now everyone

T5

Oh my I'm so embarrassed already

XOXO,

Lisi

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Conundrum

When you don't like to run and you don't have a gym membership working out is tough to do.  Before moving out of the parental units home, I would do the elliptical and free weights, but now what to I do.  I guess, long walks and trying to force myself to be a runner... or look into a gym membership, quite the conundrum.

I hate overly theatrical people, girls trying to be funny and they aren't, and acting when you are not in an acting arena, yet people always ask if I was in theater.... insulting conundrum.

A handsome man is believed by many to be interested in me, but a pint-sized hussy is going full court press on him, and I am not one to fight over a guy who I am not even sure I am interested in as of yet.  He has to make the move OR I have to take the pint out right.... conundrum

I want a tan but I don't want skin cancer... conundrum.

Lisi

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they can feel the burn

Tired

I am so tired.  I have never been so tired in my life (vast over exaggeration, but still true).  I made the biggest mistake of my life today however (again another vast over exaggeration), I went to Ross... TIRED.  Crying babies everywhere and chaos, when I can barely walk or talk, BIG MISTAKE!  I had to get some drapes for my newly acquired windows in my newly acquired room so that the newly acquired man who lives in the garage would not see the newly acquirer's acquirement's.

I like my new room, it is small, but very cute.  And a little too decoratively similar, lets just say that in this room the expression "the carpets match the drapes" is both accurate and not in anyway a sexual innuendo.  That is all.  Except for I always have to add something about men, shoes may be a make it or break thing for me, in you can tell A LOT about a man by his shoes.  I got the dumb chills for a very handsome man today because his shoes were so ridiculous.  I am sure he thought they were suave and I am sure they were very expensive (bc that handsome man is just that type) but they were like pointy in the front.  Come on bro, COME ON!

Lisi

These make me throw up a little bit, but still not as bad as bro's shoes today, BRO!