tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84572126501645943512011-11-27T18:32:42.554-05:00Welcome to my secret journal where I discuss all my innermost thoughts and contemplations.<br>Sometimes I may remind you of your friend, or girlfriend, or yourself. Sometimes I may sound like some crazy chick.<br>Want to know the real me? Tune in to find out more.This Girl Somewherehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09295210072907681051noreply@blogger.comBlogger1251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457212650164594351.post-19620896127543961482008-12-05T14:49:00.001-05:002008-12-05T14:53:24.762-05:00

I know, I've been gone forever. I'm going to try to rectify that. I have a really good excuse though... a multi-faceted one, at that.Honestly, I've abandoned nearly every aspect of my responsibilities so you need not take it personally. I have stepped down from my position in every single extra-curricular activity in which I am involved. I have refrained from spending time with my nieces and

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I don't know what the problem is. I don't know if I am chemically imbalanced or if there is something missing from my life. All I know is that I am not satisfied. I have absolutely no idea what I would enjoy doing for 40+ hours a week. Unfortunately, as much as I keep thinking I prefer to stay at home with nothing to do, I am bored off my arse and completely unable to muster up the motivation to

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My A/C is out! It's been three sweaty and disgusting days. The technician will be here tomorrow.Last night I dumped a half of a bag of ice in our bed. (Luckily, TGG was drunk and couldn't put up much of a fight!)And, poor thing, I won't let him have any until the A/C is fixed. Aside from the fact that it is entirely too hot for physical contact, we're fairly certain that the neighbors can hear us

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We actually had a breakthrough in counseling last night! I think TGG even got a little emotional and almost cried. I'm not sure. I didn't want to stare. I know he was also a little sleepy so either his eyes got red because he was tired or because he was forcing back tears.So, to catch you up on our counseling, he is always in his brain and completely unable to identify in himself any emotional

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I'm hoping it's the HCG talking but something really strange has been going on lately.When TGG and I get frisky, something doesn't feel right. I've been super ticklish lately and when we are getting warmed up I just feel uncomfortable for some reason.Things have gotten a little tense here and there but we're yet to have our first fight. The closest we've come was a stalemate last week and it was

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I've been super emotional, I've felt the need to rub my belly (it's comforting), and I've been nesting like crazy! All this just weeks after I decided that I absolutely can not entertain the notion of procreating until I've finished my PhD. We're talking three to five years from now. I'll be lucky if I haven't hit menopause by then!No, I'm not pregnant, but it sure as heck feels that way! It must

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Not beaten, but battered and bruised.I have been bumping into things, scratching myself against doors and purses even, I am getting hurt everywhere I turn. I can't help but feeling that something is not right and I'm not getting the message.TGG says that I'm just exhausted at the end of a tough semester.I'm getting a little concerned that maybe TGG isn't the one.I don't want to feel the need to

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Tonight, I attempt to complete final knowledge assessments in two of the most comprehensive and complex courses in which I have ever enrolled - and I am taking them back to back. Wish me luck!

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I suppose it's never as bad as it could be. Our second counseling session was great. We came home and talked about the future. TGG wants to spend the rest of his live with me and kids are definitely a plan for the future.As always at the end of the semester, I am positively exhausted. More to come...

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Well. It looks like we got a little somewhere on instant messager. I'm just not exactly sure where we are. Here's how it all went down:Me: So you don't really want to think about me moving away, do you?TGG: Yeah, I don't really know what to think about it at the moment. Obviously I'd want to be close to you, but I'm unsure if I could move away from my established life for a few years schooling

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My body hurts from exercising. When I hurt, I eat.My brain hurts from the pressure of final exams. When my brain hurts, I eat.My heart hurts because TGG and I have so much work to do. When my heart hurts, I eat.My conscience hurts because I am struggling so hard to refrain from eating. When my conscience hurts, I eat.

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Tonight is session two of couples counseling. I have no idea what to expect. I really haven't seen much of a difference in communication over the past week. TGG has spent a little more time with me on the couch, which is nice, but he hasn't asked me any questions or really paid that much more attention to me. He certainly hasn't spent less time on the computer.Even this morning (unless he's

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I've been raising money for a very worthwhile cause and this morning was the six mile walk. That's right, I walked six whole miles! Now I can barely stand. I am so exhausted and I'm achy like I have the flu! Around about mile four, I was certain that I couldn't make it to the end but I am really glad I did.

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This semester, I've been enrolled in a communication course called Listening. I have learned, well, I've learned many things."People listen through one of four primary styles, including people oriented, time oriented, action oriented and content oriented. Females are more likely to be people-oriented and males are more likely to be action, content, or time oriented (Barker & Watson, 2000 http://

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Now that TGG and I are cohabiting, there is little time for me to sneak online and tell you about the struggles of cohabiting! So I'm going to get this blog back up and running, finally work out the kinks in the design, AND learn how to Mo-blog!Wish me luck!~This Girl

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Today is the first day of the rest of my life!I have started the Simeons Protocol* and am really expecting great results. My esthetician lost 28 pounds in six weeks!* Most people loose a pound a day, some more, some less.*Wish me luck!*I'm using Ticker Factory to track my progress:For more info on HCG and the Simeons Protocol, check out the following links:http://www.hcginfoonline.com/*http://

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Sorry I've been MIA. I was busy with school and there truly wasn't anything to complain about. Until now. TGG moved in about a month ago. That's right, "This Girl," who doesn't believe in living together before marriage, asked TGG to move in. Stay tuned to hear about the struggles of loving, and living with, an adorable nerd who is addicted to video games and internet porm.

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I am a 30 year old college undergrad. A campus office assistant by day, and extra-curricular club president by night. To the students, I am like a big sister, full of wisdom and experience. To my superiors, I am a young student with much to learn. It is such a strange dynamic, remembering to shift from acting like a leader to knowing my place.

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My life is a joke because I could have been someone or something and I did nothing with my life and if I want to get any where I still have so far to go and I'm old and tired and have no idea how I'm going to keep going every day.

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I keep thinking about how I'm neglecting my blog but I really have nothing to say. TGG and I have settled into what I can only assume is a healthy relationship. I'm always afraid that one day he's going to snap and yell that I moved way too fast and he wants his life back but he seems happy and I have a tendency to have irrational fears so I just chalk it up to that. I intend to do some

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Sorry for the week absence. Last weekend I had the pleasure of TGGs company from Friday to Sunday and there wasn't a good time to break away for a real entry. Then my Gram and Auntie flew into town on Monday. Between work and shuttling them back and forth to see my nieces and nephew I've had no time to chat.Here's a quick recap:Wednesday night they babysat the babes so my brother and his wife

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There were 11 people at the table: Mom, Dad, Gram, my Aunt, brother, sis-in-law, their three babes, TGG, and I. It was kind of overwhelming, even for me, but TGG was pretty occupied by my Niece. Apparently, on the way there my brother & sister-in-law asked her who she wanted to sit between and she said TGG and I. They told her that TGG and I probably wanted to sit together so she could only sit

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And we're back! Sorry about the past few days. New year, new domain. I will be changing the look of the site, too. Stay tuned!

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TGG plays a very popular MMORPG and he's said a few times that he would show me how to play but he never really made an effort to do so. I didn't know if that was because I would slow him down or because he didn't know if I was really interested. One of the gifts I gave him for Christmas was a gift card for the monthly service fee. You should have seen his face when he opened it! He said, "You

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I noticed about a week ago that we had sugar and a spatula, but it only dawned on me this morning that we truly are a we! Yesterday, in preparation for our New Year's Eve party, he asked me if we had this, that, or the other right up through this morning when he asked if we had a vacuum cleaner. In fact, my s-i-l overheard something quite interesting last night. Someone mentioned what a mess

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Susie, have I mentioned how awesome you are? Congrats on the grand child, by the way!I was setting up the laptop to watch a movie with TGG when your comment came into my inbox. I wanted to reply right away but we were in the middle of our Christmas. I had "You Can't Hurry Love" in my head all night! (Well, right up until I told him I loved him!)I've thought a lot about being his first girlfriend.

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He brought me flowers. The previous night he'd asked me what my favourite colour was and tonight he showed up with lavender flowers. No man has ever brought me flowers before. I know I'd told BFF but I don't remember having told TGG. Either BFF passed along that info or TGG was paying attention when I mentioned it some time. Later, I told him that I was glad that he was the one to give me flowers

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Have I mentioned that?About a month or so ago BFF stopped in at the place he and TGG used to work and bumped into another employee who is pretty close to TGG. They got caught up and talked shop and then the friend mentioned he was heading out to the weekly game. BFF realized TGG and I would be there so he asked the friend to tell "TGG and his girlfriend 'I' said hello." At that point the friend

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You know what, this is absurd. Mondays and every other Tuesday, TGG gets together with his friends to play games. He doesn't invite me to join them. He obviously likes having time that we are not together. There's no way he's going to want to get married and make babies any time soon when he doesn't make every effort to spend every spare minute with me. I mean I wouldn't want to spend every

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I almost wish TGG or one of his friends would stumble in to my little secret. TGG knowing what goes on inside my brain, without me having to tell him, would almost be worth getting busted... almost. It would only be worth it if him knowing made a positive difference. If he not only knew but actually understood. I can't be sure that would happen. No, I can't be sure, but I can still dream. So

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While we were at the game, one of TGGs friends asked him if people had hung out last night. TGG said some folks got together and played a quick game. :( Why didn't he call and invite me?One of these days I really need to skip an event. I almost think I'm too available. Maybe if I declined the occasional invitation he would invite me to more things. I suppose that's a silly thought. If he doesn't

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Yes, I normally go out with TGG every Wednesday but he doesn't always come back here. Sometimes he obligates himself to carpool with friends. Tonight is one of those nights. I know he wouldn't have agreed except that it's an out-of-towner so I can't be upset. Disappointed, yes, but not upset.He said he's free for "us time" (his words) tomorrow and Friday. Then he suggested that tomorrow night we

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Last night I had a terrible dream that TGG told me we'd moved too fast and he wanted to go back to just seeing each other once or twice a week. The horror!!!Can you imagine?Oh the humanity!

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Well, I got everything I wanted for Chanukmas, except a diamond. I haven't seen TGG since Sunday so I assume we're exchanging gifts tomorrow. As I said, I just wanted to know he thought of me, I don't care what I get. I'm definitely not expecting an engagement ring, though nothing would make me happier.Again, I am amazed by how much I think about him and miss him when we're not together. This has

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I believe TGG has gotten a lot of flack from his friends for not bringing me around.TGG and I had made plans to leave his car at my place and drive together but there is some elaborate, ritual Secret Santa that occurs between the core group of friends before the rest of the guests are allowed to arrive. So I had planned to drop him off and go run some errands to kill time. (I told him I was going

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Last night was great. I don't know why I always worry about these things!TGG and I went out for dinner before the party. He's so adorably absent minded. We were discussing how the year had just flown by and he asked me how long ago we had begun. I replied, "September 3rd." He said he'd known it was some time in September.Later, we were discussing our respective Fridays and office holiday parties.

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TGG came over Thursday night, as planned. I hadn't realized that I would be waiting 'till the last minute to do my cooking and TGG wanted to help. He is so wonderful. He did almost all of the work. I boiled the water and spread the rice around the pan. He cooked and drained the meat, prepared the rice for spreading, and marinated the meat sauce. I love this man.His holiday party has been moved up

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Tonight I have to attend a holiday party for a school organization. It's a holiday party SLASH meeting. The worst kind of holiday party!Tomorrow is the office holiday party and white elephant AND pot luck. So I'll be up all night cooking.Sunday night is TGGs friends annual holiday party. The core group gets together at 7 p.m. for their gift exchange and the rest of us lot are welcome to join them

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This semester I received 3As, a B, and a C-. My first C since I returned to college. There go my hopes for Summa Cum Laude.I am NOT happy. But I guess it's my own fault.At least Magna Cum Laude is still within my reach.

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I just spent an hour and a half fiddling with my blog instead of cleaning my apartment and showering. TGG will be here in an hour!!!!!!!!

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First thing this morning, TGG asked how my day was yesterday and said he looked for me online a bunch but it looked like I was away most of the day.Really?Was there something in particular he needed to say to me online that he could not call me to say? Or text me for that matter!!!!I'm not sure if I can do this Gen Y dating thing after all.

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I was sitting at my laptop last night when I realized I actually had some free time to post if I so desired. Only I didn't have anything important to say. The most important thing going on in my life right now is my soap opera.I finally figured out a half-way decent gift for TGG. It's something I know he'll use, though it's not at all personal. My choices, as far as things I know he'd use, were

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My love lies when he says he has family things to do but, really, he wants to play games with his friends.My friends lie when they change their messenger status to busy but their computers never fall idle.My parents lied when they said everything would be all right.People lie because they believe it is for the best. I would rather know the truth. I would rather know.

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I don't know that I have anything interesting to say today. TGG was supposed to meet the rest of my family at my nephews birthday party yesterday but it was postponed until today due to weather. With a days notice, TGG was unable to change his plans. I must admit I am disappointed that I was unable to show him off but I am more disappointed that his plans were playing games with his friends. I

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Here's the latest and greatest about the important folks in my life, and a short bio for all you new folks.TGG (The Good Guy) is the love of my life!:Things are wonderful. A few nights ago I finally got up the courage to ask him if it would make him nervous if I told him I was falling in love with him. He said he thought that was the point. *Swoon!* Then he added, "That doesn't make me nervous,

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The last thing I remember before falling asleep last night is this list of resolutions:    I: Be less stupid  II: Blog moreIII: Study moreIV: Stick with my exercise planYes, in that order. Wish me luck.

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I just have this feeling that no one really likes me. I know that's a completely irrational thought but it's a feeling I've had my entire life. I feel like people are nice to me or pretend to like me out of some obligation. When I was in entertainment, I assumed people were nice to me because of what I could do for them. Anytime a friend of a friend is nice to me, I assume they feel it's

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The semester is over. My assignments are submitted. My exams are complete. I am left to wait with baited breath for the remainder of my grades. So far, I've received two grades, both As, but am sad to report that my GPA is sure to drop. Even with the final A I expect to receive, I also expect I'll be receiving two Cs. This will likely drop me from my 3.33 to a 3.2 or so. It's a shame because I

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So I have six papers to write tonight, one tomorrow, and two this weekend! I have three tests to study for (one of which is tomorrow). Around 8:45 p.m. I realized that, since I will be up all night tonight, I'm going to have to cancel my plans with TGG tomorrow night. So I wrote him a text message saying so and waited, waited, waited for a response.When I arrived at home I got on my instant

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Equals seriously f@cked up behavior! That's what!I am so screwed up right now. I am so messed up in the head. I never should have gotten out of bed this morningCan't go back to bed, too much to do. Not that I'll do any of it.I'm so miserable. I definitely can't send that e-mail. I'm just being insecure and paranoid and it will pass. And if I send that e-mail TGG will think I'm crazy. So I need to

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I am feeling miserable once again. I am too chicken to send this e-mail. Also, I'm yet to log in to my instant messenger because I'm sure TGG is online. He'll ask me how my homework is going and then, I assume, he'll suggest we cancel our plans for tonight so I can finish my homework. I think he is getting bored.I don't know why I am so paranoid. Just the other night I asked if he'd be free this

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I think.Supposedly we have worked it all out and are back to being friends again. However, as the work-it-out conversation occurred over IM, I am not sure if I believe he is sincere. Part of me thinks he is just yessing me so as not to have to deal with the drama. When he says he is going to change, I don't know if he is telling the truth. He said no more lying, no more airing our dirty laundry

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When did I get so lazy? Well, I suppose my excuse is that this has been such a busy few months. I really wanted to share my life with you but I didn't have time to author the narration so I figured a chat log here or there would suffice. The more I think about it, the more I realize you probably have no interest in reading chat logs between two random people.So I'll do my best to avoid taking the

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Seriously, stop me. I haven't sent this e-mail yet, just getting my thoughts together. Please let me know if I come off as overly paranoid or freakish or if you happen to think this is an acceptable piece of communication.Danka!To: TGGSubject: More things running through my head that I wanted to put into wordsBody: So, a month ago after Halloween when I was upset about not hearing

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Constantly second-guessing myself.Afraid of how he'll interpret everything I say.I know he's the one but I'm so afraid I'll f@ck it up.It feels so right but what if he thinks I am moving too fast?Oh my gosh. Saturday I practically ambushed him with my family. Wednesday we got locked out of my house and then I gave him a key. Friday I mentioned that he was invited to my nephews birthday party AND

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Eight papers to write.Three exams to study for.Too tired to work.Too caffeinated to sleep.Was supposed to see TGG tonight... supposed to accompany him to a bar with his friends... at some point in time... getting tired of waiting for more details.********************And he just told me that the plans fell through... he's sleepy and we'll talk tomorrow.Grrrrrrrrrr.At least I heard from him instead

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He said his phone was on silent. Bull-friggin-crap.So he collected his stuff and then stood at the door and the conversation began. He still refused to admit to other lies. He still insisted he had valid reasons for the ones already on the table. Then he said he just feels like I'm putting all the blame for everything on him. I'm on my high horse.How? I told him to tell me what he wanted me to

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BFF: Good Day, when would be a good time to come by and pick up the various trophies and plaques that I left at your house?me: Tonight, tomorrow night, possibly Thursday night, possibly Sat or Sun afternoon?me: Any of those work for you?him: What time tonight is most convenient for you?me: I can let you know when I get out of class. It will be sometime between 8:30 and 9:30.him: That sounds

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First I asked her if she could be out by the 30th.Then I told her I would be gone all weekend in case she wanted to hang out.When I got home Sunday night she was gone. She left a note, "Thanks for letting me stay here." Of course, she failed to leave the money she owed me. She also took some of my kitchen towels and my cleaning bucket. (Not that I clean.)Good riddance, I say.

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How do you know when you're in love?I think about him all the time. But whenever you first date someone, don't you think about them all the time?How do I know if this is the real thing?And how do I know when to tell him!? I keep feeling like it's right but I'm afraid of scaring him. He's never been in a relationship before.But it does feel right. Saying it.I don't know what to say. I mean, I know

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Dearest former best friends,Since we all talk behind each others backs I figured I'd save time and address this to the both of you.You are both quick to try to bring other people into our problems and attempt to convince me that *everyone I'm close with* is pissed off at me right now yet the two of you are the only people I had considered close that are reacting this way... the two people who

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Best Girl Friend (BGF) though previously absent from this blog, has been a huge part of my life these recent months. She and I have a great deal in common both at school and in our personal lives and we've been able to help each other figure things out. Additionally, she was the Historian for the club I am president of that takes me to all these conferences. She's been a huge help this semester

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Me: I don't want to make a big deal out of this but we can't be friends anymore. I can't take you toxic behavior & lies. Please give my keys back.Him: They are your keys so I will make sure you get them back. But how is my behavior the toxic behavior out of you and I?Me: I knew you would start attacking me. That's why I said I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I have nothing to say to you

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So much has happened in the past 15 days. More than I can fit in any one post.The second and third weekends of this month were occupied by conferences that BFF and I both attended. First let me reiterate that BFF is about eight years younger than I. When he's around people my age, he acts about my age. When he's around kids, he acts like a kid. I've only recently noticed this as he's been

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Well, don't expect me to fit ten days worth of stuff in this five minute entry. I will, however, provide you with an apology, and explanation and an ETA.First off, I should have realized how busy I was going to be and preemptively posted an away message. Sorry for that.Next, I'll tell you that this has quite possibly been the most stressful ten days of my life... and finals are still coming up!

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I have yet another conference to attend. I ended up going to BFF's office in the middle of the night on Thursday to work on some documents. So here I am, Saturday morning, tired as all heck. Gotta wake myself up and get ready to go!

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Spent the entire day with TGG yesterday. We woke up, he made breakfast, spent a terribly romantic day at a food and wine tasting festival on a lake, and had a wonderful evening back at my place where the following pillow tak occurred:Me: You're wonderful!TGG: You're wonderful!Me: You're more wonderful to me then I am to you!TGG: Oh, silly!Me: You take such good care of me.TGG: Well, you deserve

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The party was great. The entire weekend, much like last weekend, was wimply wondeful. I am still too exhausted to write an accurate account and was supposed to be at work two minutes ago. Hopefully I'll be up for the task this evening.However, as far as falling is concerned, I think it's safe to say I've fallen and have no intention of getting up.Pop Quiz!What is more likely?A: Still hungover

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Tomorrow night I am accompanying TGG to a Halloween party his friend is throwing. While this won't be the first time I've hung out with his friends, this will be the first time I've hung out with them anywhere other than the weekly trivia game.I know I sound completely bipolar. In the past two months I've flip flopped back and forth between TGG & BFF and really take this budding relationship with

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Me: Hey, before you turn your away message on I want to tell you something.TGG: Hi!Sorry, I was away cookingMe: That's OK.TGG: What's up?Me: Well... I'm very afraid of sounding like a stupid girl here so bear with me... I was really disappointed when I didn't hear from you on Tuesday. I wouldn't have minded if you called to cancel, I didn't much feel like going out anyway, I just wish you would

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So I am very dissapointed that my man stood me up on Tuesday. I don't want to sound demanding but I don't want him to do that again AND I want him to make some concrete plans for the next month. I am going to be out of town so much, I'm really concerned about how little time we're going to have. I also haven't heard word one from him about the party we're supposed to attend this weekend. I wish I

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TGG: Hey. Sorry I didn't make it to the cigar bar last night. I'm really low on money this week.Also, it turns out it was just as well, because I passed out at 10PM completely exhausted. I have a feeling I wouldn't have been much fun. I blame flying squirrels.Me: Flying squirrels?TGG: omg BFF didn't tell you? I didn't see you online yesterday that's why I didn't IM you about it.I found 3

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I am sad because I haven't heard from TGG since he left Sunday afternoon. I know I am being silly and it is just his inexperience but how am I supposed to feel when I don't hear from my boyfriend for two days after we make love for the first time?BFF was here last night and I told him to do some recon for me. TGG said he didn't think he was going to the cigar bar tonight. :( We made plans to see

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Last night I had four friends leave their cars here when we went to the Halloween carnival. I specifically asked them not to park in the drive way so my roommate would have somewhere to park. When I got home, however, I found she blocked up the drive way entirely, leaving no room for me.She was out running when I woke up the next morning. When she got back I said "Can you please not block the

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We did it! We finally did it!!!!! And it was goooooooooood! :DHallelujah!!!!!!!!!!So I've neglected my blog a tad bit as I've been planning a major conference. My college was hosting an event yesterday and I was in charge of the planning. Well, I was ready for at least one major emergency but I am happy to report that it went off without a hitch!Not only that, but my boyfriend (The Good Guy)

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So today BFF and I woke my roommate up. How you ask? Screaming. He wouldn't get out of bed so I was harassing him for a long time: shaking him, jumping on the bed, and when I started tickling him he tickled back. I kept screaming not to wake my roommate. Or, not screaming, hissing. But she woke up any way. Then she tried to help me. She tore the pillows away from him. It was funny. Then she

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Last night went sooooo well! I've been playing trivia with TGG and his friends every Wednesday night for about five weeks now. Last night, however, is the first time I really felt like they were welcoming me ino their circle. One of the girls even invited me to her Halloween party! And then.. TGG kissed me good night in front of everyone. Looks like someone is getting over his fear of PDAs!

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I wrote him a few hours after he left:I don't know why I'm so nervous & self-conscious when we're lying in bed. You make me feel so comfortable & safe but still I forget how to think & talk & there's so much I want to say. It's like your hands know exactly where to go to drive me wild. Sometimes I think you like teasing me & getting me all riled up just to leave me helpless at your mercy. I get

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BFF and I went to visit a friend last night, like the couple we're not. We had a good time. It was like a mini-house party, about ten people were there. We threw a few in the pool, drank until we couldn't stand, and passed out where we were. Finally, I'm getting the college experience I always dreamed of.This afternoon a friend is coming over so she and I can study and then The Good Guy is coming

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As I've mentioned, every Tuesday the boys and I go to a cigar bar. I suppose it's time for me to introduce the rest of the men in my life.You already know BFF and The Good Guy. Additionally we have The Bureaucrat, The Manager, and The Whipped One (currently engaged to The Succubus who is currently seven months pregnant with another mans child - though the Whipped One is in denial over that fact).

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Just before I went back to work yesterday, The Good Guy IM'd me to say hi and see how my day was going. I told him it was going well and asked how his was. After a few minutes of chit-chat he mentioned that he tried to call me a few times over the weekend but my phone kept going straight to voice mail. He doesn't strike me as a liar, he's too timid, so I am inclined to believe him.So today I went

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One of my jobs is sort of on call in an office that can go from dead to frantic in 60 seconds. I ran out of tasks to complete today so they asked if I wanted to hang out at home for a while and here I am.Before I left, one of the ladies in the office commented on how I do everything with a smile. They're always going on and on about how wonderful I am and how great it is to have me there. I told

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Welcome back to that dark and desolate place where I hide when I am sad and lonely. The Good Guy has completely disappeared, for whatever reason, and BFF only wants to be my BFF. Isn't it typical of a girl to want an easy way out of a relationship and then be upset when the guy ditches her?BFF wants everything to be normal. I just can't do that. Went to the Halloween festival again tonight. I

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The Good Guy never called. He had his away message on IM all day with a reference to a video game - ie: he was playing games all day. He signed off at 10:00 p.m. Maybe he lost interest. Maybe he realized something was wrong and is too nervous to try to figure out what. Maybe he was never all that interested and was just trying to have sex. Who knows. But I'm done with him. He gave me the excuse I

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You can see my original post here.My psycho-crazy-biatch-racist roommate:Let's just say she and I may not be the best pairing as far as roommates go. I consider myself to be thoughtful, considerate, and generally attempting to refrain from imposition. She on the other hand, a person staying in my home, is the complete opposite - at least in my humble opinion. I'll spare you all the minor annoying

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He called me this afternoon to see how I was doing. I say, "I'm fine." What else could I say? I can't tell him that I love him and am lost without him; that I feel sick at the thought of spending all this time apart; that I can't even imagine how we'll ever be able to be friends without me feeling this way.I want him here now. I've separated myself from any plans I had this weekend (with the

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Just after I arrived at work this morning, it began.(Thank goodness for unlimited text messaging.)BFF: Still not sure what's going on.Me: I keep trying to force myself not to like you but you won't get out of my head. The only thing I can think is to just not see you for a while. Which A: I hate & B: is pretty ironic since the excuse you gave me for not wanting to date is that it could jeopardize

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Without giving away too much about my locale, there's a place nearby that has an annual Halloween festival all month with haunted houses, etc. We went to there Sunday night (hence the lack of sleep) and again tonight. We'd had these plans with friends for some time so I didn't think I could get away with canceling. I put on a good show but couldn't do it any more and went back to being sad for

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I told BFF that I'm afraid I need to end it with The Good Guy but I would feel responsible for making his problem worse. BFF said I have to at least tell The Good Guy how I am feeling. I don't know how to do that.We haven't learned how to communicate with each other. BFF and I communicate so well without effort. I don't know what to do with The Good Guy. If this was going smoothly I might be able

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When I shut down the computer BFF told his girlfriend to hang on and put his phone on mute. He apologized and said he hadn't intended to be on the phone for a half hour. I said it wasn't a problem as I was going to sleep. As I walked to the kitchen to put my glass in the sink he asked what was wrong. I hit in the kitchen for a moment while replying, "Nothing." He didn't believe me and we went

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So I'm sitting on BFFs couch, very upset about The Good Guy, even crankier because BFFs on the phone with his bizarro g/f being all lovey dovey.I am trying to figure out what's going on in my head. The Good Guy told me he'd been with just one woman before me - and just once, to boot. However, he is extremely nervous when it comes time to do the deed and is, therefore, afflicted with a severe case

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On less than two hours of sleep, I am in no shape for conversation. However, I have plenty of time tomorrow and Wednesday to catch up with you.Topics to be discussed:My psycho-crazy-biatch-racist roommateMy boyfriends little problemBFFs bizarro relationshipSkewwwwwlI think that's everything I'm yet to tell you about. See ya tomorrow!P.S. You can find the answers to these questions and more here.

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I have such a wonderful time when I'm with The Good Guy. All I want is more. And finally this week, I get to see him three whole times instead of only once! I know that's what we need. When we're alone on a date, it's like we're a couple of 13 year olds on our first date. When we're hanging out in a group, we act like ourselves. Well, we certaintly can't restrict our dates to group activities.

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Out with the boys Tuesday night, met The Good Guys friends last night, attended a three hour schmooze-fest for work tonight... I am exhausted.So much has happened that I want to share with you. However, I simply do not have the energy to do my story justice tonight. Perhaps if I turn in now I can rise early enough to check in with you before work.

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Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that we have the occasional sleepover. Sometimes my place, sometimes his - no funny business! Just hanging out until we get tired and then going to sleep... in the same bed. He used to sleep on the couch but that seemed silly since we've decided nothing will ever happen between us. Yes, it really is torture on my part, what with my feelings being confused as they

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I never should have let her move in here in the first place. She is so inconsiderate, thoughtless, selfish, and just generally an imposition. I am constantly going out of my way to make sure we are communicating and to make sure I am considering her needs and she seems to act without considering anyone but herself. That's what I get for having a 24 year old housemate! My landlord warned me but

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And now I've got The Good Guy who is the epitome of geeks who seems ashamed to reveal his geekiness. Whenever something comes up he seems embarrassed to tell me about it. I just can't understand why.I mean, I know that I'm a sexy, well-educated, independent woman, but he knows I used to work in computers. When he mentioned RPGs, I told him I taught my kid brother to play D&D in junior high school

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One of my responsibilities as VP of this other club here is to revise our bylaws. As I read them on Friday afternoon, I noticed the section that discusses what shall take place in the event that the elected VP is removed. It seems is, in fact, the Secretary is next in line. Apparently the president and our adviser failed to review this document before appointing me. Of course, the Secretary being

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