to write a thorough musical based entirely around the genius musical stylings of nate ruess/fun.
i don't think i've ever been more certain of anything in my life.
9/26/11
9/25/11
coming back to this blog is as rapidly painful as ripping off a bandaid covering a sick-nasty wound.
time and time again, i abandon my blog, and that can only really ever mean one of two things:
either i'm SO incredibly content with life, that I'm too busy living it to blog about my cynical complaints.
or... it's all gone to the shitter--more so than i could ever rant about in a blog that my viewer listing of 5 people would even care to read.
guess which one it is this time?
i guess this is kind of a trick question... cause it's a little of both?
it was in fact super fantastic... foreals! things were finally looking up, i was simply moving forward, and making all the right moves.
and now, all i am is a "crumbling fool" (thank you, adele).
before i get yelled at for possibly being thee most cliche thing to ever hit this planet...
is it safe to say that we all know what it feels like to come in second place to someone?
i mean COME. ON. i can understand if i (or, you) hit a few stumbling road blocks--aka, guys who are certified DOUCHE BAGS-- who act on hormones alone, and think it's perfectly fine to mess with a girls mind... but it's getting creepy how frequent this is happening. i'm sorry, but i can't seem to think of a single thing i've done in this world to deserve this. or how, really, anyone deserves this i guess.
meh.
HEY GUYS, TO WIN A GIRLS HEART, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTION (yes! that's really it! no catch!)
which of the following options below is the best choice?
a) share something special with her, then dip, and ignore her/pretend like nothing happened/generally act the complete opposite of how you just were. unless you thoroughly like what she's all about, it doesn't really matter dude.
b) play mind games with her to keep her intrigued for however long you intend to mess with her head. pffft, she's not smart enough to realize you're passing the time until something better comes along, or until you can decide exactly what you want. she's a mere stepping stone on the road to your success in lovin'z.
c) make this like a game to see how much of a DICK you can be before she decides to give up and finally move on; make it seem like it's HER fault that things are so horrible, and pull that whole "you deserve so much better than me," shit when in reality, she clearly doesn't deserve really much of anything; especially since she's so good at putting up with your crap all the time.
d) tell her all the same things you've been telling this other girl you're hitting up. whoever responds with more of what you're looking for, wins.
e) just try be good to her, and good for her. don't devote your whole life to her, but don't be afraid of being a little vulnerable; all you can really do is hope for the best, and expect the worst.
most of you are reading that and are like "wtf desiree... it's e, i'm not an idiot." but.. if that's the case, then how come i could list at least 10 boys who've fallen under a, b, c, AND d?
what, is it like... easier to just be a dick instead of showing your feelings every once in a while?
that's cool, bro. i didn't like you that much anyway....
(except i did. damnit.)
i swear to god, if i were a boy, i'd be a straight up LADY KILLER (not in the douchy way, but in the sense that i'd know exactly what to do to make girls love me). dudes always complain about how complicated women are, but like REALLY?? boys are the bomb diggity at mind games! and each time i try to put myself out there, i come to realize i couldn't make myself MORE simple to each. and. every. one. of. them.
oh, and when they weasel their way out of situations with, "it's not you, it's me." ?
AHAHAHHA. i'm not even gonna go there.
i feel like accepting my fate as a being on this planet, destined to be eternally alone with only the sweet memories of lost love to keep me going (or, you know, 27 cats as well) will be the only way to escape this ever-present disappointment.
setting my standards lower won't help.
setting my standards higher CERTAINLY won't help.
getting all sad about it doesn't change anything.
pretending like everything's okay doesn't change much either...
in fact, it makes me feel like i'm avoiding it entirely.
and with my most sincere, heart wrenchingly sad puppy dog eyes, i beg of you but one simple question...
when will i find someone who's willing to treat me better than second best? :(
i would cry over this, but i can't. am i still even human at this point?
GAAAAAAAAAAHH SOMEBODYY TELL MEH WHAT TO DOOO.
hah... man, i'm a dick sometimes when i ramble on like this.
but, long story short? i fucked up. big time.
either i'm SO incredibly content with life, that I'm too busy living it to blog about my cynical complaints.
or... it's all gone to the shitter--more so than i could ever rant about in a blog that my viewer listing of 5 people would even care to read.
guess which one it is this time?
i guess this is kind of a trick question... cause it's a little of both?
it was in fact super fantastic... foreals! things were finally looking up, i was simply moving forward, and making all the right moves.
and now, all i am is a "crumbling fool" (thank you, adele).
before i get yelled at for possibly being thee most cliche thing to ever hit this planet...
is it safe to say that we all know what it feels like to come in second place to someone?
i mean COME. ON. i can understand if i (or, you) hit a few stumbling road blocks--aka, guys who are certified DOUCHE BAGS-- who act on hormones alone, and think it's perfectly fine to mess with a girls mind... but it's getting creepy how frequent this is happening. i'm sorry, but i can't seem to think of a single thing i've done in this world to deserve this. or how, really, anyone deserves this i guess.
meh.
HEY GUYS, TO WIN A GIRLS HEART, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTION (yes! that's really it! no catch!)
which of the following options below is the best choice?
a) share something special with her, then dip, and ignore her/pretend like nothing happened/generally act the complete opposite of how you just were. unless you thoroughly like what she's all about, it doesn't really matter dude.
b) play mind games with her to keep her intrigued for however long you intend to mess with her head. pffft, she's not smart enough to realize you're passing the time until something better comes along, or until you can decide exactly what you want. she's a mere stepping stone on the road to your success in lovin'z.
c) make this like a game to see how much of a DICK you can be before she decides to give up and finally move on; make it seem like it's HER fault that things are so horrible, and pull that whole "you deserve so much better than me," shit when in reality, she clearly doesn't deserve really much of anything; especially since she's so good at putting up with your crap all the time.
d) tell her all the same things you've been telling this other girl you're hitting up. whoever responds with more of what you're looking for, wins.
e) just try be good to her, and good for her. don't devote your whole life to her, but don't be afraid of being a little vulnerable; all you can really do is hope for the best, and expect the worst.
most of you are reading that and are like "wtf desiree... it's e, i'm not an idiot." but.. if that's the case, then how come i could list at least 10 boys who've fallen under a, b, c, AND d?
what, is it like... easier to just be a dick instead of showing your feelings every once in a while?
that's cool, bro. i didn't like you that much anyway....
(except i did. damnit.)
i swear to god, if i were a boy, i'd be a straight up LADY KILLER (not in the douchy way, but in the sense that i'd know exactly what to do to make girls love me). dudes always complain about how complicated women are, but like REALLY?? boys are the bomb diggity at mind games! and each time i try to put myself out there, i come to realize i couldn't make myself MORE simple to each. and. every. one. of. them.
oh, and when they weasel their way out of situations with, "it's not you, it's me." ?
AHAHAHHA. i'm not even gonna go there.
i feel like accepting my fate as a being on this planet, destined to be eternally alone with only the sweet memories of lost love to keep me going (or, you know, 27 cats as well) will be the only way to escape this ever-present disappointment.
setting my standards lower won't help.
setting my standards higher CERTAINLY won't help.
getting all sad about it doesn't change anything.
pretending like everything's okay doesn't change much either...
in fact, it makes me feel like i'm avoiding it entirely.
and with my most sincere, heart wrenchingly sad puppy dog eyes, i beg of you but one simple question...
when will i find someone who's willing to treat me better than second best? :(
i would cry over this, but i can't. am i still even human at this point?
GAAAAAAAAAAHH SOMEBODYY TELL MEH WHAT TO DOOO.
hah... man, i'm a dick sometimes when i ramble on like this.
but, long story short? i fucked up. big time.
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