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Name: Angela
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Lawrence
Birthday: 7/16/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: I like pretty little brooks with shiny pebbles in them, not eating meat, LE FRANçAIS!! the occasional wild party, reading Charles Dickens, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickenson, Edgar Allen Poe, and John Steinbeck, cool music, Harry Potter, Elijah Wood...mmmm...Elijah...the rain and the snow, strawberry ice cream, cool people, my friends, earl gray tea, my elk, painting my nails, Survivor,Sigmund Freud, writing poetry, crypograms, and lots of other things.
Expertise: I study a lot, and I correct people's grammar, and I'm also good at making yummy food that is cruelty-free.
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AIM:  riversofjanuary
Member Since:
3/12/2004
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| alright bitches...i'm giving in. i kind of fell out of the xanga crowd
because it's just a little bit too high-school-bitch-whining-whore for
me. but i had to just bitch ONE MORE TIME!
you know what pisses me off (a lot of things) but recently this:
everyone needs to go to the search blogrings thingy and just look under
the "medical conditions" one and count the number of pro-eating
disorder and pro-cutting yourself blogrings are there. give me a
fucking break. nothing screams "i'm a huge fucking poser and desperatly
need attention and want you to feel sorry for me because i'm a pathetic
piece of shit" more than joining a blog that is called "cutting the
pain away", "they all think i quit cutting" (btw, i'm pretty sure
"them" seeing you in this blog is a pretty big fucking clue" or
"the ana scene". btw, all real blogrings i found on xanga.
first of all, i'd like to address anyone who belongs to these: you are
a poser. period, end of story. i have a very compelling argument to
support this. if you cut or have an eating disorder (and aren't doing
it for attention which i'm sure 99.9% of these people are) then you
have a PSYCHOLOGICAL DISORDER and more often than not are not proud of
what you are doing to your body. if you aren't proud of it, then why
would you want to world to know about it? if, on the other hand, you're
fine with this problem, or simply deny that it exists, you are more
than likely getting some gratification and pleasure or self
satisfaction out of what you are doing. If this is the case, joining a
blogring that lets every tom dick and harry know about this is going to
have one outcome: people will know you have problem (supposedly) and
they will try to get you to stop. Now, this creates a paradox: why
would someone who likes what they are doing do something that could
potentially prevent them from doing it? I can see it all
now......friend sees you are in this group, friend is worried, tells
your parents in a effort to get you help, parents flip shit, send you
to a psychologist or get you into suicide prevention or e.d. clinic,
all of which have the ultimate outcome of you being less able to do
this thing you like to do.
so, i don't buy it for one fucking second when these 13-year old
bitches say they genuinly have these serious problems. if not only for
the fact that if you check the stats on how many ACTUALLY
anorexics/bulimics/self injurers exist, the number of people in these
blogrings claiming to have this problem seems to be far greater than
the actual statistic.
this brings me to my next point: now that i have established that these
people are full of shit, why would they want to pretend to have such a
serious and troubling disorder? ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and what
an ideal way for these attention whores to get it than joining these
blogrings and letting everyone know how sad and depressed and worthy of
pity they really are. these people are pathetic, deplorable, and just
down right sad.
one last thing. what a huge insult to people who actually are suffering
from these disorders. how dare these people have the audacity and
disrespect to masquerade about as an anorexic or depressed individual
for their own selfish gain when there are people in the real world who
are trying everything they can to NOT have these disorders!
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| It has recently occurred to me that I have not announced to the world in a sappy, sugary, over-the-top internet confession of my undying love for the best man in the world. So, let this be the first of many!
Unlike most, it took several months of dating and getting to know one another before I realized I had a found a wonderful boyfriend. But after I realized what a wonderful, spectacular, incredible person he is, our relationship was enhanced with undying trust and commitment.
He's witty, funny, has great taste in electronic music/video games/movies, and always has something insightful to say! He looks SO CUTE when he wears the little hat and scarf I knit him and the clothes that I buy him. His hair is like a field of golden wheat blowing gently in the summer breeze, emitting a scent of fresh strawberries. He knows my favorite champagne, movie, and book, and basically everything about me. I can tell him anything, and I'm never afraid to be myself because I know he will never judge me. Because he loves me! And I know it!
We didn't rush into things, but instead took it slowly, with dating and long conversations instead of one-night-stand fucking. Trust me: the sex is better when you actually love the person! It makes it mean something other than just rabbit humping for the sake of humping.
I feel truly blessed to have, on the first try, met the man of my dreams, and found a relationship that has enriched my life beyond anything I could ever have imagined! One time, after copious drinking at the Jayhawker with Sarah and other friends, I was drunk off my ass, and had no way home! :( Upon calling Andrew, he IMMEDIATELY got into his car, AND CAME TO PICK ME UP!!!! Then, upon arriving at my house, I stumbled in and got changed into my pajamas. HE DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A MOVE because he knew I was so trashed. That's love!!!
I wish I told you all of this in the first weeks of our relationship, but we weren't rushing things, and I wasn't sure how it was going to turn out. Because we didn't really know each other. But now I feel as though I should shout it from the rooftops for all to hear and envy.
I can't wait until the next time he pounds that pussy like a piece of raw meat!!
(This note brought to you by sarcasm. It meant for entertainment purposes only, and is not to be taken as an actual declaration of love.)
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| Angela's Xanga is dead for the semester...at least until fall break.
I'm sorry to the, probably 2 or 3 of you who actually read this, I have
too much to do and most of the juicy, interesting stuff that's going on
is just too juicy to go on the web...but I'm not gonna lie, it's good
stuff...
In short, Xanga is in a drug-induced coma indefinitly.
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| Don't we love it when people in high school who were once cool become
total flakes when they come to college? Yeah, I think it's totally cool
when someone who used to be fun and dependable suddenly becomes
hypocritical and absent while at the same time flinging any shread of a
moral conscience straight out the dormitory window!
On a much lighter note, my classes are going along swimmingly. All I do
is eat at my house and think up new things to make so they can later be
eatten. Every Wednesday is a drinking and eating extravaganza at my
house when we watch Project Runway and laugh our asses off. I really
wish Sarah Poodles could live here! Unfortunatly, our parties are
missing one member who doesn't really feel that he/she has enough time
to come see his/her friends or even give them a call.
Tomorrow I'm going to Blue Koi for dinner (orgasm, like, 10 times).
I saw Snakes on a Plane, and will probably see it again. I'll say this: it was everything I expected!
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| I've been cross stitching like a freak recently. I've made 3 "Go Fuck
Yourself" patterns, and have three more to make for people. Today I
started a new one for myself that says "Life Sucks, Then You Die." It's
totally bomb ass (new favourite adjective), but my right wrist is
seriously killing me, so I'm going to have to take a break.
Tomorrow I'm going to visit Andrew at the pool where he works, and I
need someone to go with me. So, if you get this before noon tomorrow, I
need someone with whom to go to the pool (yay for not ending a sentence
with a preposition!). Patrick, Tamara....I'm looking in your
direction........for real, help a sista out; I don't wanna go to the
pool by myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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