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Name: Amanda
Location: Denton, Texas, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: White sunglasses, discovering new music, a good debate, writing, learning, bubble baths, love. Avoiding bullshit. Loving animals and showing it by not eating them.
Expertise: I bake a mean brownie and write like a mofo.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message me
AIM:  deathvalEqueen
Yahoo:  amanda_blingblingholla
Member Since:
9/21/2004
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| No one writes on Xanga anymore...
I don't know why I can't bring myself to shut down my site, though. It's not like I use it, but I don't want to get rid of it. This shit has gotten me in a ton of trouble, but I guess deep down I still think I'm going to have something good to say on here.
Like that will happen. Lol.
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| happy 4 months, you know who you are.
who would have thought.
in other news:
why do i still have footprints? who is doing all the effing googling?
i'm the only one allowed to xanga-lurk.
every time i snoop around for something i don't want to see, i see it anyway.
and then regret it. and it doesn't feel good.
sorry.
i'm a dumbass.
it's a strange feeling to know others' worlds are turning. weird. | | |
| Yeah, but probably not for good, though.
I just felt like posting because it's been OVER ONE YEAR since...yeah, you know the story (crazy how I thought it would last). And it's also been three months since...that other thing (so far, so good).
Time. What a difference it all makes. Last night I realized I need to put things in perspective a little bit and stop giving my life away.
But for the most part, I'm good, thanks.
Friends are amazing. I'm figuring out who the true ones are, and I'm glad they can still come around.
I'm just love and peace and fuzzies all over these days. I know I DO have some bitterness in my heart toward someone, but he knows what he did, and I know that I will just have to let this sadness run its course, let new love in and look to the future. I think I have overcome it all fairly well.
Future's bright, boys and girls. There's always tomorrow. Really.
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| First of all, yeah, it was a date. See me for the dirty details. (Note: details are not so dirty.)
This summer hasn't been easy, but I'm trying my best to move on. Sometimes succeeding, sometimes failing. In my weaker moments I've broken down and dialed that one person I don't need to speak to and it reinforced that word I hate to hear; "over." But I can't change someone else's heart. I just have to focus on the new future, right on the horizon.
As I was falling asleep last night in someone else's arms, it made me sick for a split second that I hadn't thought about him in hours. But then I realized that it's good. I'm looking forward to what will happen with me and the boss man. He seems like a good guy and I'm enjoying getting to know him. It was strange to say the least- within an hour or two we were as comfortable with each other as if we were old friends for years. He said a lot of sweet things that were good to hear, even if it does feel a little different to hear them coming from a different person.
I like it though. And over time, I'll get used to it, and appreciate it. We're hanging out again Friday, so I think there might be some pancakes in his future, and maybe some veggie bacon if he doesn't laugh at me too much.
So this is me, doing my best, moving on. | | |
| Today I went to class from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., algebra and Spanish. Hunter's presence at 10 a.m. made me feel slightly better, and we enjoyed cracking wise and having lunch and book shopping after class ended. Still, two hours of math was enough to assure me that a little laying out with the girls was in order. Sadly, a woman in a thong distressed us with her leathery-assed presence. Megan probably threw up in her mouth a little and almost choked to death on the pool water. It was cause for concern.
But the real reason that I'm updating is to say that...my long-awaited phone call came today! I spoke to him for about 5 minutes and although I won't be able to hang out tomorrow like he wanted, I think I'll beg work to let me off so we can do something Thursday. Tomorrow and Wednesday are for work, Thursday's on call, then the whole weekend and possibly Monday will be spent on the conference and hanging with PamEla. She's going to stay with me so I can't exactly run off to do my macking when I should be entertaining her.
But one point of confusion- is this a friend thing or what? Should be just coffee, no big deal, and I love friends, but I thought of this as a semi-date. Like I was nervous about him not calling and I was nervous about asking him to "hang out" with me. So...date or not-a-date? This is an episode of Sex and the City blossoming before our very eyes. It was a little formal on the phone, so do I wear something cute? Pretty? Sexy?? (Wait, the last one is beyond my capabilities.) Confusing, my friends. I'll need moral support in the coming days. And possibly an outfit consultation with someone.
In job news, congratulations to Megan, our new Hooters girl, and Victoria, who has an interview at NY&Co tomorrow. I think she'll get it, so now I might have my best roommate working with me!!
Off to dinner with the bitches. Life has been chaotic and it couldn't be better! | | |
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