Well, my friends...it's all over. The year 2007 is now a thing in the past, and I hope you all can reflect on it with a smile on your faces! I sure can! At first, the year started off to be a bit of a bumpy ride for myself. I experienced a break-up from a guy that I had spent nearly 2 years with, and lived with for almost half of that time...so, I didn't think I would like 2007 all that much. It was comparable to when you get out of bed, and stub your toe before you had time to do anything else, and you figure the rest of your day is just going to be agony. However, my year turned out to be everything but, it was GREAT! I learned so much about myself and have never been so comfortable with who I am. I met new people, made new friends (that have become the best group of friends a girl could ask for), I started my first semester of college, and the list goes on....BIG year!
My Christmas holidays were an absolute blast too. It was very hectic with an endless list of get-togethers and parties to attend. Every night that I would decide to stay low-key would turn into a crazy and/or fun night out. No complaints. However, I am excited to get back to the books so I can allow my body and liver some healing time, ahhahahaa!
As for the New Year, that too started out to be a little on the rocky side too. About 15 minutes after 2008 began, there was a crash of broken glass at Dooley's. Subsequently, we all got kicked out and had to find a new place to celebrate the new year. It turned out to be an enjoyable night though, well for me it was. No complaints here either. BUT, we all know of at least a handful of people that will say it was the crappiest New Year's ever...there's always next year, so don't lose hope!
Anyway, I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May 2008 bring you nothing but joy and happiness!
Take care!!!
Monday, January 7, 2008
Monday, December 3, 2007
Misscommunication
After reading a comment regarding my last post, I decided to clarify a couple of things about always picking the 'bad boys'.
First of all, it was in no way, shape or form a cry for help. I was just sharing with you all a little insight on the guys I usually go for...and then giving suggestions as to why I could be picking these men. After talking to MANY woman about dating life and relationships, it is clear to me that a lot of women (in their 20's...and some even older) tend to pick the rose with the most thorns.
My title "I Want a Bad Boy" has to be taken in a humorous context. It is there to show how stupid us ladies (who pick the bad boys or jerks) would sound when saying that. Not many people actually say they want a bad boy, we actually do want a guy who is nice, kind, caring, loyal, honest, outgoing, etc., but we just don't seem to pick them most times. Maybe we have trouble differentiating between the good and the bad, maybe it's the age or maybe it's the challenge because we are not ready to settle down quite yet. I honestly don't know the answer for sure, and I cannot speak for others. All I can do is throw a few suggestions out there to try and explain why I THINK this all goes on.
My past relationships have mostly consisted of guys with an edge. What it boils down to with me, is the challenge. Can I be that girl who can change that guy? I am in my early 20's...and was obviously not looking for Mr. Right during those times...I don't even think I want Mr. Right, right now.
However, I have learned so much from those relationships. I realize that if you see a red light flashing in the first month of your relationship, RUN before 2 years pass by and you have lost yourself in all the pain. I know now, that I am a good enough person to have high standards. I feel that if a man really loves a woman, he will not talk down to her or make her feel by his actions that she is smaller than he is. The list goes on...
My point is, my last post was supposed to show you all a little something about myself; to talk about a common problem amongst a lot of women in their twenties...we pick the bad boys. I do not regret anything that I have done...I have learn from all of my past experiences. I am going to make a lot of wrong decisions, and kiss a lot of frogs...and that is fine with me, because I like where it has all taken me so far.
First of all, it was in no way, shape or form a cry for help. I was just sharing with you all a little insight on the guys I usually go for...and then giving suggestions as to why I could be picking these men. After talking to MANY woman about dating life and relationships, it is clear to me that a lot of women (in their 20's...and some even older) tend to pick the rose with the most thorns.
My title "I Want a Bad Boy" has to be taken in a humorous context. It is there to show how stupid us ladies (who pick the bad boys or jerks) would sound when saying that. Not many people actually say they want a bad boy, we actually do want a guy who is nice, kind, caring, loyal, honest, outgoing, etc., but we just don't seem to pick them most times. Maybe we have trouble differentiating between the good and the bad, maybe it's the age or maybe it's the challenge because we are not ready to settle down quite yet. I honestly don't know the answer for sure, and I cannot speak for others. All I can do is throw a few suggestions out there to try and explain why I THINK this all goes on.
My past relationships have mostly consisted of guys with an edge. What it boils down to with me, is the challenge. Can I be that girl who can change that guy? I am in my early 20's...and was obviously not looking for Mr. Right during those times...I don't even think I want Mr. Right, right now.
However, I have learned so much from those relationships. I realize that if you see a red light flashing in the first month of your relationship, RUN before 2 years pass by and you have lost yourself in all the pain. I know now, that I am a good enough person to have high standards. I feel that if a man really loves a woman, he will not talk down to her or make her feel by his actions that she is smaller than he is. The list goes on...
My point is, my last post was supposed to show you all a little something about myself; to talk about a common problem amongst a lot of women in their twenties...we pick the bad boys. I do not regret anything that I have done...I have learn from all of my past experiences. I am going to make a lot of wrong decisions, and kiss a lot of frogs...and that is fine with me, because I like where it has all taken me so far.
Friday, November 30, 2007
I Want a Bad Boy
Here I am, a single gal in my twenties and getting asked out on numerous dates...here I am, still a single gal. What is the problem here?
Dating should be fun, I mean, it's nice to get to know someone new and it's nice to be taken out. However, the guys who ask me, all seem too nice. You know what I mean when I say that too...they're TOO available, too 'there', and it seems that they'd do just about anything for me. For some reason, that is a big turnoff in my eyes. Now get me a guy who isn't showing any interest at all, and I want him. Find me someone who has slept with 1/2 of Newfoundland, and I want to be his one and only girl. Find me a guy who has no respect for women, and I want to be the one to change that. Find someone who could be considered "too old" for me, and I want to bring out the inner child in him. Welcome to my "love life", or obviously, lack there of.
The thing is, girls have to seem classy, innocent, and be "take home to mom" material. Therefore, us girls will go for the guy who's momma couldn't have raised something like that, because he's an @$$hole! This way, we sort of feel as though our inner rebel has made a tiny appearance...and that feels nice. It's comparable to when your parents say that you shouldn't do something, and that makes you want to do it even more (so you do). Subsequently, in both situations, you end up crying because you made a big mistake...and is most cases will make the same mistake again and again....and in my case, again.
I want to like the nice guys, I want to feel really special to that someone special, and like most girls, I want to get rid of this magnet that only attracts the jerks or unavailable guys. It's a vicious cycle that has yet to be figured out. So I will end on this note; a few quotes that I know all too well:
"Nice guys finish last..."
"You always want what you can't have, and when you have them you don't want them..."
"Every girl wants to be that one girl who can change that guy..."
...I'm sure many of you can relate. Oh, and if you got over it, tell me how!!! Hahaha!
Take care everyone!!!
Dating should be fun, I mean, it's nice to get to know someone new and it's nice to be taken out. However, the guys who ask me, all seem too nice. You know what I mean when I say that too...they're TOO available, too 'there', and it seems that they'd do just about anything for me. For some reason, that is a big turnoff in my eyes. Now get me a guy who isn't showing any interest at all, and I want him. Find me someone who has slept with 1/2 of Newfoundland, and I want to be his one and only girl. Find me a guy who has no respect for women, and I want to be the one to change that. Find someone who could be considered "too old" for me, and I want to bring out the inner child in him. Welcome to my "love life", or obviously, lack there of.
The thing is, girls have to seem classy, innocent, and be "take home to mom" material. Therefore, us girls will go for the guy who's momma couldn't have raised something like that, because he's an @$$hole! This way, we sort of feel as though our inner rebel has made a tiny appearance...and that feels nice. It's comparable to when your parents say that you shouldn't do something, and that makes you want to do it even more (so you do). Subsequently, in both situations, you end up crying because you made a big mistake...and is most cases will make the same mistake again and again....and in my case, again.
I want to like the nice guys, I want to feel really special to that someone special, and like most girls, I want to get rid of this magnet that only attracts the jerks or unavailable guys. It's a vicious cycle that has yet to be figured out. So I will end on this note; a few quotes that I know all too well:
"Nice guys finish last..."
"You always want what you can't have, and when you have them you don't want them..."
"Every girl wants to be that one girl who can change that guy..."
...I'm sure many of you can relate. Oh, and if you got over it, tell me how!!! Hahaha!
Take care everyone!!!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Pub Crawl
Last night I took part in a pub crawl through the college I'm attending. It was my first pub crawl, and I cannot wait until the next one!!!
At 7pm the buses picked us up at the school, we had 2 free beer waiting for us on the bus as we made our way from St. John's to CBS. Oh, and before I forget...there were probably about 7 girls on the whole bus, and the bus was packed! Yeeehawww! Hahahaha! I think it was the quickest drunk I've ever experienced, because if you're drinking with men, drink like men, lol. By the time we got to the second club in CBS, I felt like I could call it a night (along with just about everyone else), and it was only 8:30. We hit 2 more clubs and then got dropped off downtown to continue the fun. I didn't stay any longer than a 1/2 hour though, because I was toast.
This is my first year in this school, and I gotta say, I got the chance to talk to and meet more people in the matter of hours than I did so far this semester. It's a great way to make new friends and to become closer with your acquaintances.
Well, no one wants to hear all of my drunken stories from last night, so I'll end here. The moral of the story...EVERYONE should experience a Pub Crawl!!!
Take care!
At 7pm the buses picked us up at the school, we had 2 free beer waiting for us on the bus as we made our way from St. John's to CBS. Oh, and before I forget...there were probably about 7 girls on the whole bus, and the bus was packed! Yeeehawww! Hahahaha! I think it was the quickest drunk I've ever experienced, because if you're drinking with men, drink like men, lol. By the time we got to the second club in CBS, I felt like I could call it a night (along with just about everyone else), and it was only 8:30. We hit 2 more clubs and then got dropped off downtown to continue the fun. I didn't stay any longer than a 1/2 hour though, because I was toast.
This is my first year in this school, and I gotta say, I got the chance to talk to and meet more people in the matter of hours than I did so far this semester. It's a great way to make new friends and to become closer with your acquaintances.
Well, no one wants to hear all of my drunken stories from last night, so I'll end here. The moral of the story...EVERYONE should experience a Pub Crawl!!!
Take care!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
"Respect Your Elders"
I have a true story to share with you all. This story takes place on a Saturday night at a neighbours house.
On this night, I opened my big mouth with an opinion, to an 'elder'!? UH OHHHH! The outcome of our clashing opinions really got me thinking...I'll explain how everything went, and I would love to receive some feedback from my readers. Here I go:
Frank (not his real name) was explaining how pissed off he was when he brought home take-out KFC to his family and the food was not fully cooked. Umm, yeah, I think we'd all be super pissed about that. This is where the debate/argument/clashing of opinions started. Frank, 40ish in age, was sharing with a table of adults, 35+ in age...and myself (soon to be 21...On December 6th, just to let you all know, aha!) how he reacted when he returned to KFC with his uncooked food. In my eyes, as someone who works at a restaurant/bar; his reaction was a little over the top and belittling, I guess we could say. My response to his blow-up in the fast-food restaurant, was simply that maybe he should be careful with how he deals with people and that it is possible to get your point across without making a huge scene. Well, let's just say that shit starting rolling downhill from there. Frank, I believe, doesn't enjoy getting advice on life from a 'child'. He started avoiding all eye contact with me, and completely stopped talking to me. Then, most of "my elders" at the table kind of turned on me when I stated that, "Most kids these days don't have the same values as kids in generations before...", in response to another comment made by Frank. Bad move, Parrott.
In turn, everyone, A.K.A. 'my elders' at the table said "MY kids have the same values...", "You're digging yourself a hole!", etc. ANNND scene!...because I shut up, waited 5 minutes for a new conversation to get started, got up, said take care and good night, and awkwardly walked my 9 year old ass out of the house.
This is where I started questioning myself in that situation. Was I wrong to voice my opinion? Was I being disrespectful, by telling 'an elder' that his way of treating another human being was inappropriate? And lastly, how old is a person when ageism backs off, and his/her opinion is just as important as someone who would be considered 'an elder'?
I know I haven't experienced life to the extent that Frank did. But, give me a fucking break! I didn't live in a protected hole my whole life either. I have worked since I was 11, dealt with all the shit that goes along with separation and reconciliation on numerous occasions, lived on my own, payed my own bills, realized that money doesn't grow on trees and dishes don't do themselves, and now I am in college trying to determine a portion of what my future holds. Frank and elders, I would appreciate a little more credit. I am not an idiot. Just because I haven't had children, got married/divorced/remarried, bought a house or made as many mistakes as you have at this point; does not mean that I haven't taken something from my own experiences, enabling me to form a valid opinion. Don't make me feel like I'm out of line for having a voice.
I am going to conclude this post now, but first I would like remind my elders that everyone has an elder...and the lady who lived to be 122 did not rule the world because she lived the longest, and therefore must know all.
Take Care!!!
On this night, I opened my big mouth with an opinion, to an 'elder'!? UH OHHHH! The outcome of our clashing opinions really got me thinking...I'll explain how everything went, and I would love to receive some feedback from my readers. Here I go:
Frank (not his real name) was explaining how pissed off he was when he brought home take-out KFC to his family and the food was not fully cooked. Umm, yeah, I think we'd all be super pissed about that. This is where the debate/argument/clashing of opinions started. Frank, 40ish in age, was sharing with a table of adults, 35+ in age...and myself (soon to be 21...On December 6th, just to let you all know, aha!) how he reacted when he returned to KFC with his uncooked food. In my eyes, as someone who works at a restaurant/bar; his reaction was a little over the top and belittling, I guess we could say. My response to his blow-up in the fast-food restaurant, was simply that maybe he should be careful with how he deals with people and that it is possible to get your point across without making a huge scene. Well, let's just say that shit starting rolling downhill from there. Frank, I believe, doesn't enjoy getting advice on life from a 'child'. He started avoiding all eye contact with me, and completely stopped talking to me. Then, most of "my elders" at the table kind of turned on me when I stated that, "Most kids these days don't have the same values as kids in generations before...", in response to another comment made by Frank. Bad move, Parrott.
In turn, everyone, A.K.A. 'my elders' at the table said "MY kids have the same values...", "You're digging yourself a hole!", etc. ANNND scene!...because I shut up, waited 5 minutes for a new conversation to get started, got up, said take care and good night, and awkwardly walked my 9 year old ass out of the house.
This is where I started questioning myself in that situation. Was I wrong to voice my opinion? Was I being disrespectful, by telling 'an elder' that his way of treating another human being was inappropriate? And lastly, how old is a person when ageism backs off, and his/her opinion is just as important as someone who would be considered 'an elder'?
I know I haven't experienced life to the extent that Frank did. But, give me a fucking break! I didn't live in a protected hole my whole life either. I have worked since I was 11, dealt with all the shit that goes along with separation and reconciliation on numerous occasions, lived on my own, payed my own bills, realized that money doesn't grow on trees and dishes don't do themselves, and now I am in college trying to determine a portion of what my future holds. Frank and elders, I would appreciate a little more credit. I am not an idiot. Just because I haven't had children, got married/divorced/remarried, bought a house or made as many mistakes as you have at this point; does not mean that I haven't taken something from my own experiences, enabling me to form a valid opinion. Don't make me feel like I'm out of line for having a voice.
I am going to conclude this post now, but first I would like remind my elders that everyone has an elder...and the lady who lived to be 122 did not rule the world because she lived the longest, and therefore must know all.
Take Care!!!
