Apr 22, 2006 23:13
plus, i lack motivation to write my ws shit (but what else is new?). anyway, i just finished watching Pretty Woman with Nucca...great movie. I had never seen it before, and I did come in an hour late, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless. I even got the outline for my second WS paper written...wahoo! Finally, it's done...three days late. murrrrr.
so yeah, this one song by "Roxette" in the movie made me have one of those, "This-is-sooo-the-story-of-my-life-right-now" moments. i kinda hate how song lyrics always do that to me, but at the same time i kinda like how they explain my feelings too--which brings me to my next musing:
this one's important, so pay attention.
i was discussing men and their actions with my father a few days ago, and he told me something that really shed light on the recent confusion/frustration i have been experiencing. he explained to me that there are two very important things that every young person should know:
1. Men will never understand women, no matter how hard they try. He also went onto explain that all young men think that they are THE CHOSEN ONE who can understand women and therefore, they constantly hold the self-righteous attitude that women are the ones causing all the (both the guy's and the girl's) unhappiness/frustration.
2. Men act based on what they THINK is fact. Women act based on what they FEEL is fact. For example, if a guy doesn't think he's ignoring a girl, he won't go out of his way to see her. However, if said girl FEELS like she's being ignored, she will lament her feelings to said guy; this will obviously cause a difference in opinion, and both parties will leave the disagreement THINKING that he/she is correct.
so yeah...it's all clear to me now. props to my 11-years-single, middle-aged dad.
in other news, it completely irks me (and abyrne will pledge her undying support to this claim) how the people who SUCK at relationships the most are always the people in them. these people constantly find a way to fuck up their relationship in one way or another, and then they always come to us single, inexperienced women for help. we, out of the goodness of our hearts (and the guilty feeling to uphold our obligation toward educating people without common sense), give them advice to help them fix their relationship problems...but only until they screw it up again--then, the cycle starts over. does this not seem just a tad ass-backwards to anyone else?
...poor amanda. poor dez. poor every other girl who deals with this crap.
**i really wanna get drunk right now in my room.**
...but i wont. instead, i'll go write my papers.
uuuuugh, summer needs to come way sooner than next friday.
it's raining really hard outside. yesss, i love thunderstorms. i cannot wait til i move into 909 so that i can sit out on the porch and watch the rain. Mmm, summer days.
Dinner with Cooper tonight was a lot of fun. i really enjoyed his company, and i'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual. I wish that I didn't always wait til the end of the school year to have a crush on him. Alas, there's always next fall...
for some odd and annoying reason, Windows decided to be a complete fucker, starting this afternoon. it shuts down every time i try to access My Documents or My Pictures, upload/download something, or view the Control Panel. This little inconvenience began directly after i uploaded pics from last night's festivities this afternoon, and i still havent been able to see them because of the problem! UGHHGUHGUGHUGH! plus, i have run all three of my virus scanners, downloaded windows updates, and restarted my computer approximately 12 times. nothing has worked.
so, to recap:
1. Windows is being a bitch.
2. i cannot see my pictures from last night.
3. I am really pissed about this.
4. Windows is being a bitch.
okay, now that i've run out of random thoughts, my brain seems somewhat ready for a night of paper-writing in the clc. if i force myself to be diligent, i might just get to bed by 3. roar. fuck finals.
QOTD:
DiMwHiT0486: watching amando dance
DiMwHiT0486: like a madonna
DiMwHiT0486: never will i EVER forget that