Mail Order Bride

I found this article about a mail order bride. I thought it was interesting!

http://lifestyle.msn.com/your-life/just-dreaming/articleglamour.aspx?cp-documentid=20522341

Why can't I like/meet a guy that didn't make me anxious?

Then again, wouldn't I feel anxious anyway?

And I have to add:

I hate that I feel like I can't complain. By giving you a second shot, I set myself up for this, so I don't feel like anyone really wants to listen to my problems this time. And I hate feeling like I can't talk to Raj about it. I feel really stupid.

And if you do get back to me later, I'll feel stupid for writing these posts. But no, I probably won't end things, and that's another reason why I can't complain. At the moment, your kisses and company are good enough to put up with this. For now, anyway.

Also, you smell good. Really good. I think that's my achilles' heel.

Bryce,

What are you doing? You're getting the second shot you asked for, but you're ruining it. You told me you're flakey and you generally always take forever to text someone back, so fine. But this is making me anxious when I feel as if I'm being annoying by trying to make plans with you. What happened to the Bryce last week? I liked him. He took me to the beach at midnight when I had a bad day, and all we did was cuddle and dance and kiss. Then we stayed up all night together, and then all of Sunday. And I really felt that you liked me.

But now you're doing something weird. We had plans Wednesday, which you blew off because you weren't feeling well (which I can't blame you for, but...). We had vague plans to go to the farmer's market today, but you couldn't make that. I texted you around noon to see what was going on, and you never replied. I just called and left a voicemail, which you have yet to respond to. Maybe I'm being needy? But I don't think so. I'm just trying to get a gauge on our situation. Perhaps I'm being stupid for making an effort with you. To be honest, if you weren't such an amazing kisser, I don't know if I would be making this effort.

You said you got cold feet last time this happened. Are you getting cold feet again? You said you would talk to me before you did anything foolish (like not talk to me again). However, maybe I'm foolish for believing every compliment you paid me, for believing that you really liked me. And what I hate most is that this situation makes me look like a stupid, pathetic girl who chases after guys that don't want her. Because, in many ways, I suppose that's true.

If you like me, stop playing hard to get. If you like me, act like it. It's obvious that I like you, so quit playing games.

Bryce-a-roni, mmm mm!

I have been doing research on schizophrenia. It's weird because even though I have been told what it is, I always forget - it's one of those things that never sticks with me. I hope I remember this time. People with schizophrenia often act distant and detached (for various reasons I won't dive into). It's a really interesting disorder, and I believe the most common one that deals with the brain? I'm not sure.

Anyway, at the moment, I'm leaning towards giving Bryce another go. I'm nineteen; I'm young and allowed to make potentially stupid mistakes. I have the rest of my life to make "smart" decisions. I like him, and that's all that matters for now. And hey, neither of us likes dogs. That's a pretty nice start.

So many different kinds of confused.

Bryce may possibly be making another entrance in my life. We actually chatted on Facebook for awhile, and we're going to talk again later tonight.

Now that I know what happened a couple of months ago, do I really want him back in my life?

Too much stuff to ponder.

Love Peace and Answers @ 7:02pm
Naomi

Hipstars and Finals for the Weak

Here are some bad jokes I made up yesterday (they probably only make sense to me, possibly a couple of other people), but I want to post it so I can remember them later.

1. If cool guys don't look at explosions, what do they look at? Fuckin' Hipsters.
2. What are hipsters made of? Bricks. (they wish...)

Also, after studying so much earlier today and last night, I can't focus on the one exam I was truly worried about. Merde.

Love Peace and Finals Week (not) @ 6:11pm
Naomi

Love Story meets Viva la Vida

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXtVBJDPs6k it won't let me embed it!

It's quite a nice song though. We're using it for our PSA video for class.

One of the most distracting feelings is feeling like someone's mad at you. This makes it so hard to study. Eurgh.

Hey, hay, hey, hay

According to people in my discussion group, I:

1. am witty
2. have a subtle sense of humor that is refreshing
3. have interesting things to say people haven't thought of
4. am nice
5. have cute shoes

It was really nice to hear. I need more people to sit in a circle and tell me things about me. It feels really awkward, but it's such an ego boost.

And... Until recently, hayfever wasn't a problem I ever dealt with. Ahhh, pills, I was trying to quit you...

Love Peace and "Guns! Weapons!" @ 12:58 in the AM
Naomi

This day sucks because:

1. I felt excluded on my walk with Nicole and Mackenzie, who are high school buddies.
2. We went to get ice cream at DQ and they calorie counted. OMG, shut up!
3. Glenn won't be in his office tomorrow, and he has awkward office hours on Friday.
4. Raj forgot his laptop, and we haven't talked in a few days. I miss my best friend!

I hope tomorrow is better, even though I won't see Glenn...

I was googling images for this post, and I found this. It made me smile.

Heaven that melts in your mouth

http://southernfood.about.com/od/bananabread/r/bl30322m.htm

This recipe for banana bread is so good! (Of course, I turned them into muffins. Still so good!)

Cool Guys Don't Look at Explosions

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