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im in 9th grade and i never really had a "girlfriend", about 3 months ago, i started having these wierds feelings for spacific person only (i mean, i kept wondering about this too, the girl) and i never even once talked to her (until like 3 months ago) when i talked to her the first time----- i said "I like talking to you..." I don't know what happen? she replied, "you can talk to me anytime"----- on that day, i was so freaking happy!!! on the same week, there was a fire in my school (minor) nobody was hurt. but we stayed in a nearby school (well the schools are connected) so everyone went next door. then i saw her walking in line were all the students are head... when i said hi there... OMG I FREAKING AHHHH!!!!! lol anyways.... we walked together till we reached the auditorium. there we sat together and talked (about our childhood, games, and anime) she told me all these things... and i literally just leaned over (so i can listen better, you know its pretty noisy in this room when there is about idk, some thousand students lol) we started drawling eachother stuff (notes) one of the notes me cry though (i was so happy) and we were planning to start a manga (story) together. one day she was all upset... because of her ex being a jerk and all... (but i didnt wanna know about this ex, she was upset and all i wanna do is help her get through this, and she told me "if i read this note in class, i dont know what will happen.") she had another person she can talk too (that she trusts) but he wasnt available plus we had 15 minutes left of school. her parents dont like this guy either (they can get hype) so i advice her "dont read this today, dont put yourself in the positon were all you can do is cry alone and everyone is all frustrated ect."<-- or something like that. out of nowhere "this person she is looking for came in" as she followed him. i stayed in class (remainder). i didnt felt right leaving yet so.... i waited for her for 30 minutes! (i didnt mind) i just had to see her looking better (feeling). i sort of scared her though ^////^ she was surprise to see me too, she told me that i really helped her out and she smiled at me. i was like... IM A AWESOME!!!!! gosh.... >////< so i blushed and smiled back and watch her head off (she takes a bus). the very next day, i got her phone number and i was like.... "GO, GO MAKE THAT CALL!!!" i ran home all dramaticly, jumping over cars and building and then i crashed in my window falling gently to my bed (my room) and making this call.... WE TALKED FOR HOURS AND HOURS ABOUT STUFF!!!! AND THEN THIS LASTED FOR A WHOLE WEEKEND ON THE PHONE!!!!! then i felt comfortable talking to her.... after awhile. but then, for some reason i could behave well around her, I FELT BAD, WHY ???!----SO I WAS SO BORED, LOOKING ALL DEPRESSED, AND I DIDNT MEAN TO SHUN HER EITHER....that was this week... EVERYTHING WAS GOING SO WELL UNTIL RECENTLY. i also do get uncomfortable too, because i have a friend that i introduced to her. HES A BIG PERVERT AND I GET ALL.... HE ASKED FOR HER BRA SIZE (SHE DIDNT REPLY THOUGH) BUT HE MADE HER BLUSH------ NOW IM JEALOUS, because......Anyways, i had a conversation with her.... before "which sort of might be the cause why i was acting so strangly.... btw i just want to make her blush too, and laugh... compliment me too. idk, i feel wierd wanting these thing and i thought of asking" hey, can i hug you or you hug me <///<" or if its ok to look at you "at least a little" APART FROM ALL THIS, THERES ALOT OF STUFF THAT BOTHERS ME, THAT I STRUGGLE WITH, AND ALL I GUESS YOU CAN CALL IT ISSUES AND WE TALKED ABOUT THEM. she wants me to come on tuesdays for the youth center. "church i believe" WE JOKED AROUND TOO, AND I GOT LOTS OF HUGS "TEXTING" I WAS LIKE _3_ AWWW YEAH..... (ROLLS OFF FLOOR LAUGH FALLS DOWN THE THE STAIRS IN PORCH DOING A CAPORIA DANCE UNTIL REACHS GROUND LEVEL THEN GETS HIT BY A CAR AND ATTACKED BY YETI NINJA FROM SECTER 5////// then i said this onight is freaking awesome!!!! even if I got all emotional at first.... I think I resolved some issues I had (im relieved) and now im totally motivated to impress you in some way. I'm inspired too... I don't know how or what for. But I can't wait to come of with neat ideas too... --- but i'm enjoying every moment and I feel... I can't say for sure.
I feel important? Even special maybe??-- maybe that's is what you aimed for then... but I apprieciate this alot Natalie!
How can I repay you... can I do more to make you feel good?
Sounds wierd in a way? ------------------ummm...well....im glad you feel great jose 83-------------ma be la-git....Tonight we talked and had a really open cool conversation. but then, idk but for a minute there i thought.....well.....i had some....feelings or something...idk but nothing is wrong....im just unsure on how i really feel rite now
i feel dizzy @w@-------------------is it ok if I have feelings too?----(i'm sorry if this makes you even more confused)------------------------
i've been having these dreams were we talked again where we both blushed at eacher---- (where i saw her in my dreams) i cant explain it, its sort of fuzzy for me-------- "i went with her once for this youth program" i got scared, i acted all shy and timid, but her mom cracked me up lol and i laughed alot loudly nervously---- when i got out of the car i fell on my butt XD

you are in love an don't introduce her to jerks,a girl don't like being asked about her bra size,she was embarrassed,she is counting on you to be a friend,an she likes you,tell her let go of her past,an sometimes what hurts us only makes us stronger,an he is an ex for a reason,make things about her an you,don't rush things be her friend be their for her,an if she gets another letter from him have her rip it up right away in front of him an walk away with you

2010-03-27 11:00:28 by Dark

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Okay, is it me?! And when did this all of a sudden be the newest STUPID thing to do?! This guy has been chasing me since July and I never gave him the time of day. He was cool, I just wasn't bothered. Finally we got to hang out with a bunch of friends and had SOOOO much fun together. Few days later he sprung the question of going to a Hockey game. I totally excepted and it was COMEDY! Not only was I hanging out and having a Blast with him, but also his DAD and one of his friends from work. And it was without a single drink! The boy was/is awesome. We started talking every day and he always wanted to know what I was up to, and I invited him out whenever I was doing somthing and always had so much fun with him, but I never kissed him even though I absolutly wanted to and I know he wanted to. THE REASON?? He's perfect. He's got all his sh*t together (job/car/savings), such a good family, manners, education, great attitude :)) He's great, and I'd want to TOTALLY date him. But I have SOOO many skeletons I need to fix (which makes him even BETTER bc I want to be better) before hand, and am.

WELL! Last week I had a busy week and he actually broke down and asked if I was ever FREE to go out with HIM. (so cute) And we agreed we;d go out Friday and he would call me when he got off work (usually 4-6:30). I was excited! A date! With an awesome fun guy! Too good to be true. Well it was!
5:25pm rolls around Friday and still hadn't heard from him (we usually text throughout the day). So I text him "You alive? You know what day it is?!?!? FRIDAY! Time for the weekend!"
He texts me back "ya, I'm still at work, I hate my bosses."
"uuuuuummmmm don't your boss' know its FRIDAY?! Aren't they suppose to be out of the office at like 2 so they can be at the golf course by 3? LOL"
Okay, well we text teasing each other, I start getting ready, but didn't want to bug him too much about WHEN he was getting off until I realized it was 9:30 and there's only so many times I can touch up my eyeliner or change my outfit. I told him it was late. Maybe we should re-schedule. (TOTALLY BUMMED bc I didn't have other plans and was totally dressed To Impress! ;) He got stressed and huffy puffy like he was trying everything he could. I waited. We were still texting. 10:30 rolls around and I finally say Hey, you still have to go home. Lets do this another day. He says "fine!" :-/ Damn. So I go meet up with my brother who's at a bar with his friends and vent when he texts "Where are you?" Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! "Okay I'll meet you there." Annnnnnnd I'm still waiting. Brother hooking up with random and his friends all want to go to another bar. It is now 12:00am. I snap. He calls. He says he's about 30 minutes away and "just got off work." WTF?! (THIS IS LIKE THE COMMON STUPIDITY LIE I GET FROM GUYS. I don't get it. And I don't get what they get from it.) I actually even gave him the bennefit of the doubt! "Really?! WTF?! Midnight on a Friday?! Are you serious?!?!" Then he "uuuhhhh yeah." Aaaaaaaaaaha! Gotcha! And got it out of him. Happy hour with co-workers. "Got caught up in the time. I still want to see you. I'm flooring it."
(sigh... I was over fighting at the point, but WHATEVER) I told him not to bother and he was lame, when he persisted, I told him I was at the bar I was leaving and went down the street.
1:30am he's BLOWING me up. Where are you!??!?!?!?!? I'm soooooooooooorry! yadda yadda. I was walking to my car at this point and when I went to lock my phone it accidently answered. He convinced me to meet him. I went to where I could see him and made him walk to me puppy face already in tact. Along with being completely wasted. Kinda funny, but WTF?! He couldn't even give me an answer to WHY?! "I dunnno Jess, I'm sooooorrry."
All I wanted was an answer. Why couldn't he just tell me he was going with his co-workers? Was he with his co-workers? If he was with another chick she would have clearly been annoyed by all the text we were doing. Why couldn't he just meet up with me after and let me know instead of wait?! "I dunnnnno."
I hate that answer. Its such a STUPID cop-out. How do YOU not know why YOU did what YOU did?! YOU did it. Right?! Quit being shy or scared or whatever to tell me.
I got nothing. He kissed me. (awwwwwwww)
Then said he wanted to snuggle with me (kinda falling over) WTF?! Roll my eyes and leave. He tries to stop me, but I blow him off, kinda bad, but made my point to leave me alone.
Next day (sat) he texts me asking if he could take me to dinner before I never talk to him again.
Told him not to sweat it. Then don't hear from him. :(
Next day (sun) I text him asking if he liked Sushi? he says he loves Sushi and I said I can be bought with Sushi lol. Then he reminded me later about how his mom still wanted to go to my church and if it was cool. I remain distant but say no worries. We don't sit by each other, but after wards he came up to me and he was just AWKWARD and we had small talk and right before he walk

I think you are doing the right thing by holding out on him.

Since he is Mr. Got-everything-together, he is probably used to getting everything he wants...from women, too.

Maintain your dignity with this guy. Don't agree to meet him anywhere after he is hours late. Then he had one lame excuse after the next?! Nope. Let him know that your time is valuable, too. If he is that late again, make other plans and stick to them.

If he really likes you, then he will respect your time and feelings. The two of you can continue to have a great time when you hang out!

2008-12-08 07:35:49 by Cutie with Brains

Hey, I've been writing this. Any advice?

This is so frickon typical.

We've been in this town for a week, and my mom already has a boyfriend, Michael, our neighbor. All I've done is lay on my bed, calling my friends and feeling sorry for myself.

I have to admit it, my mom's a hottie, it sounds weird, I know. She was born and raised in Spain, so she's got that foreign beauty look to her. We both have golden skin, chocolate eyes, and wavy, black hair - but my mom looks more like a goddess than a human.

We moved here, Maryville, Utah, because mom needed a new "atmosphere." She's a writer, a romantic novelist if you want to be picky, and she always gets these weird writer vibes that tell her which way to go in life - don't ask me.

So for me, living in New York City since birth, was pretty miserable when I found out we were moving to a flipping cow town. I probably would've murdered my mom if she wasn't so awesome - yeah, my mom's pretty cool, she lets me do whatever I want, and trusts me.

And my dad? Not a very long story for him. He left when I was four, and I haven't heard from him sense. I can't even remember him, so it's not that bad.

I was laying on my bed on Sunday night, texting Alyssa, my best friend from "what used to be" home.

"JULIET!" Mom yelled, in her Spanish accent. My mom's the only one who ever calls me Juliet. Remember, she's a romantic novelist? Guess where the name came from. Everyone else calls me Julie.

"What?" I grumbled, not looking up when she walked into my room.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" She asked, stumbling over the unpacked boxes scattered around the floor.

"Actually, my whole night's planned." I answered sarcastically, "What do you think, mother?"

She rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, "Yeah, yeah. But I was wondering if you wanted to go out with Michael and I tonight."

"No thanks," I answered almost instantly, sitting up on my bed.

"It's at your new school, the one you have to go to on Monday. Remember? We're going to the basketball game."

"Mmmm," I answered, half listening.

"Apresúrese y sea llegas," Mom answered, out my door in a matter of seconds. She told me to hurry up and get dressed, which meant there was no way out of this.

Great. I'm going to my new school, with my mom, her boyfriend, on a date. This would be... fun.

wow that's really good! like i was actually interested in a book thing cause well i hate to read but this is amazing! If you ever get this published tell me so um i can buy your book!!

2010-01-30 13:56:29 by Molly

theres are punctuation due to it being a plan ......
The build up 1999
The streets of New York were quiet, nothing was alive and nothing had motion. It was boxing day half seven in the evening most job workers of the big city were sleeping in their homes tired from all the fuss Christmas day had offered them. The mothers were satisfied with the joys which had been blessed on the families in this time of the year. Also the children who thought Santa existed were chuffed with there top of the range clothes and gifts which had been given to them on Christmas morning, however the family men were still recovering from all the debts that they owed to the manipulating bills and presents they could not afford. To make things worse they were also recovering from the hangovers which had been given to them from the brothers in laws and their obsession always to drink vodka on every celebration. It was a time of year they hated and despised however were hiding it to keep the children happy and keep safe from the desperate wifes bellowing down their ears. They were now looking forward to nothing except a financial disaster for the new year on the other hand they were still praying for one thing. That the conference in the morning for the big boxing fight between Lewis Carters and James Husky went well and the fight was to go forward.
By now it was eight o clock, paparazzi were outside the queens park palace waiting for Lewis Carters to arrive at the conference. He would often do this to build suspense in the atmosphere and get all the people from his home town, Brooklyn, to cheer him on when he got there. James Husky was already in the building., he was Lewis Carters opponent and is the heavy weight champion. He has been fighting professional for 25 years and has been undefeated since he had the belt- he has had eight fights since he had had won the title and has either knocked his opponents out within the first two rounds or they have got so hurt in the fight from his deadly combinations of punches that the coaches and trainers have thrown in the towel. It was going to be the best fight since Muhammad Ali and Joe Frasier fought it out in the famous fight known commonly as the gorilla in manila. Husky was a fairly tall man with a muscular build, he had a very quick reacting mind in the ring, he was a powerful puncher and the unordinary thing about him is that he can might either orthodox or southpaw stance in the ring. He was given the nickname James the power man Husky after knocking Fredson juniour out in the 2nd round with a lethal uppercut which knocked one of fredsons moulders out of his mouth blood was all over the ring and it was classed to be one of the most memorable fights in history. What made it unordinary was this was when he was in the cruiser weight and the power of the punch was the equivalent of Geroge Foremans awesome hooks.. James always stay focused on the aim of the fight which is to win and that integrity and spirit has won him most of his fights. A characteristic which made him stand outside the ring was that he was very crotchety this was also the case after his fights and in public. Whenever he was victorious over one of his fights he would always end up yelling at a bewildered reporter who he would end up either pushing onto the floor. Even though he was like this, it was what made him entertaining to watch and he is known to have one of the most amazing attitudes to live. In the conference room Husky was wearing an black swage suit with a black striped shit and blue aqua coloured tie, he was sitting in there patiently waiting for the conference to progress.
While James Husky was inside sitting on lined table on the right side of the room sipping his glass of squeezed lemon, loud chaotic noises were coming from outside. Husky got out of his Brown leather chair and looked outside the window and developed a tormenting smile. Outside was a large Grey gold plated 550 Ferrari Maranello, it was being blocked by a crowd and the car was unable to move forward so it pulled to the side of the curve and stopped. The passengers door was opened and Bobby Norton approached onto the road. Bobby Norton was Lewis Carters promoter and had been his promoter for years. He was experienced at what he did and was also a promoter of other great fighters like Ben Gills Olympic silver medallist in welter weight and also Benvollio Dulcet heavy weight champion from 1997 to 1998 however he was less popular when he was defeated by “James the power man Husky” in 1998. Norton was a very popular man also known for when he used to be a entrepreneur for many successful training businesses located all over the States and Europe however he gave all his businesses to his oldest son Thomas Norton mainly due to being so busy in his promoting work. On the other hand nobody really cared about his career professions just cared about him being a good looking multi millionaire mainly because of the many privatized companies that he owns. Which could be anything leisure companies, electronics or even a broad way drug racket for a mob living in little Italy but who knows nobody really tried to get on his made side in public and in the media, due to the several people who have crossed him in their lives have received extra attention from his body guards which isn’t a pretty site.
Ferraris back seat couldn’t be seen through because of the tinted windows. Suddenly the doors opened and Jerry Carters came out of the back seat , Jerry was Lewis’s uncle and trainer. Five years he has been training Lewis to become the ultimate boxing fighter, Lewis used to be trained by his father ,Carl Carters, however he was killed whilst locking up the gym on a week night. He was stabbed retentively in
the back while locking the gyms front doors.
Even though Lewis lost his father at such a important part in his life their dream was to make Lewis become heavyweight champion by the time he reached his Forties. Lewis knew he was undefeated for five fights in a row when his father was killed. It somehow struck him in his mind that whoever killed his father wanted him dead to stop Lewis achieving his potential. He knew it and so did his uncle Jerry and they were determined to become the world most magnificent fighter in the states. Local media stations have been announcing the fight for weeks knowing it will be great, this fight is what Lewis has been waiting for with Forty wins and zero losses. Every time he trained in the gym his father was last seen, every time he goes for jogs he thinks he would never of got were he is if his father didn’t inspire him. So the least he could do I share the dream with his father in the after world to become undisputed heavy weight champion “ Carter the king of aces” he was given this name by his mother when he was only nine years of age because he was acing every completion he went to. The fight will be Huskys hardest challenge and it will be a incredible bout between the two but disputes have been argued saying Carter will knock Husky out in the first round because of his great speed, power and confident personality. Lewis climbed out of the car with a black suit on with a red shirt without a tie. The roaring was incredible all his fans were putting there hands out but he just walked forward not showing just a few respect he believed is u shake one mans hand you shake every ones. Menacingly he walked through the brown, oak doors and walked through the lounge which had some newspapers photographers. Willingly to take pictures they snapped away but he ignored every flash . Walking into the main conference room. Shockingly he ran up towards Husky and got ready to throw a hook while Husky was sitting of guard. With quick reactions Husky moved out of the way pushing the chair over and causing a load sensational sounder of cold leather touching the limestone floor.
“ Man I’m going to kill you in the ring, I’m not going to show no mercy sucker” fire was in Carters eyes when he shouted at Husky.
“got some nerve bringing your mans in here acting all big, you aren’t nothing to me ” Husky looked into Carters eyes and gave the same tormenting smile he did when he saw Carters cars coming.
“ Think you all big man, your two minutes late” Husky was known for his manipulating remarks towards other fighters. The two monsters tried to grab one each other into a glitch and fight each other in a slugger fight but repeatedly they were separated. Constantly they kept taunting each other.
The conference was one of the most disturbing in the whole of the boxing association but it did finish and the fight date was set. Both of them would fight on March 29th. It was going to be the most epic battle and it wasn’t about winning it was about giving respect to there devotion to how badly they wanted to keep the winning streak going .

you are a great writer and very good with words and that is easy to tell with in the first paragraph, but you have to many details you need to work on tightening up a thought so that the reader does not get bored

2008-04-10 11:20:53 by Pinda S

Years ago, my older brother and I shared a room. Eventually, However, we split up and I was put into my own room, to the happiness of both of us. He kept the old room and I got what used to be my sister's room, and my sister moved into what was the playroom with my newborn sister. Another thing I need to mention is that my sisters' room is huge, but that is appropriate because there are two of them and they have a lot of stuff. My brother's room is small, and mine is a bit smaller. Our house was really poorly designed. Half of the second floor is comprised of the master bedroom and bathroom, and about a fourth is my sisters' bedroom and a bathroom that all four kids must share. So, factoring in hallways, that makes our two rooms small. This was one of the reasons that we wanted to split rooms. He got the better room of the two, but I did not mind because it was my own room I was getting. Now, years later, said brother has gone off to college and I have been promised his room. My sister would like to split up with my other sister as well, but I have dibs on my older brother's room, which means that I will get his and she will get mine. She prefers mine anyway, for some reason.
Here's the problem: I walk into my brother's room and It's full of crap. I don't mind having some of his stuff in there (I already agreed with him that he can keep some of his books for when he comes home in one of the two shelves) But I do mind not having any room on the dresser, desk, or either or the two bookcases (which he left behind completely filled) at all in which to put my things, or having an abundance of completely filled boxes under the bed. My mom has therefore concluded that before I can move in, we need to complete a room in the unfinished basement where we can set up a room for my brother, where we can move all his stuff into and where he can sleep when he visits during Christmas break or whatever (his college is within an hour or so's drive). Previously the plan was to put the bed in my room back in my brother's (they are bunk beds which have been separated) and when he visits we could share rooms for a few days on the bunk beds and, as for his stuff, we didn't exactly realize how much crap (mostly papers he refuses to get rid of, maps and conlangs and such) he owned. This is all fine and good, right? let the guy live in a new basement room, right? That could do not harm, right? WRONG. In the ten years my family has lived in this particular house, we have built three walls and half-completed a bathroom in which we installed the shower knobs backwards. the idea of me ever getting that room before I head to college myself is now slim to none, unless I want to hold off on college for about seventy years.
I really want, and in many ways need, that room. My closet is stuffed with spy-gear crap from when I was little, and my mom says I can't go through my possessions to pick what to throw away until I move, which means until I start to move I can't use three-fourths of my closet. My bed is tiny and the mattress is quite uncomfortable (oddly enough his bed is bigger then mine, which is weird because they are separated bunk beds... this is because the top bunk was smaller because it was designed so that little kids could more easily climb the latter, which was tilted). Another point is that my dresser is so old, and the drawers, which are not on tracks or anything, can take two minutes each to open when full (they are seldom not full, as they are so small) as opposed to his dresser which has more drawers which are bigger and easier to open and close. Also, there is an old windows 95 PC set up in there, which is lots of fun to tinker around with because it has tons (upwards of 100) of awesome old games installed on it. My brother does not technically own it but somehow it got set up in his room and he messes with all the settings and password protects it, and says that he'll give me the password when I move in. Also, because I am an avid reader and have no room for any bookshelves in my room, The best that I can do with my collection of books is stack them atop my sad excuse for a desk if there is room (which is rare) or on the floor in neat stacks and yell at people who walk too near them. this words okay, but it's harder to dig through books which are stacked atop each other than it is to get a book out of books held upright among one another, and over time the books that get less use sink to the bottom of the pile get all dog-eared, which is, needless to say, unacceptable. He promised me one of the bookcases in that room, which is one of the things that I look forward to most eagerly, but it's full of books and papers and I can't use it because, not only is it occupied, but I'm not allowed to touch anything in his room at all (it is still HIS room, you know).
Forgive my whining, but I really need his room. what can I do to make it more possible f

Wait...and then take it!

2010-08-25 22:44:07 by Oldewindmill