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Name: ilima
Birthday: 10/12/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: im nice cute full of my self lol jk i like to hang out wit my friends cuz i no i have good ones and there be there for me thought high or low water, i like to write poems but i dont like people to read them only some of them, i hate skool i only like it wen im having a good day and thats me
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AIM:  luckyducky89i
Member Since:
1/13/2005
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| READ IT, girls.
it might be long as hell,
but you'll feel so much better.
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that, that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You ,b>don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?) | | |
| as we grow up there's going to be
many things that we don't like, hook-up's
that mean so much to one person && nothing
to the other. girls who like the same guy you
like, you'll meet new people who may matter
more than others might, but the one guy who
stays by you till the end will be the one
- - Laguna Beach *
live for the moments that bring butterflies
to your stomach && a smile to your face*
you learn life as you go on so
you might as well do it cute .
- - Abercrombie & Fitch
the deepest feelings are shown in silence - - <3
somehow you always end up running
through my head don't ask me why ,
after all the lies i don't know why i
still care anymore but somehow i just
can't let go. maybe it's the thought of
you coming back one day but you
better have a clue && realize i have
feelings too, it's not always about you..*
i do have a safety net ;; my friends.
sure they're frusterating && annoying
sometimes, but i don't know what i'd
do without them <3
my body can stand the crunches but
my mind can't stand the sidelines *
- - Michael Jordan <3
goodbye summer ;; hello drama *
she's just a stupid girl who
keeps her hopes to high ..
take chances, alot of them. cause honestly
no matter where you end up && with who,
it always ends up just the way it should be
your mistakes make you who you are, you
learn && grow with each choice you make .
everything is worth is. say how you feel,
always be you && be okay with it . . <3
i hate the way you can push me
to the limits with the things you do
&& then you know just the right time
to say something sweet to make me
fall for you all over again . . *
it seems like that you only want
me when you can't have me, you
like the chase && that's all. so you
know what, you can have it
- - The O.C
you know you have the greatest friends
when the only time they make you cry
is when you're laughing too hard <3
i hold my tounge && let you think i'm over you - - </3
i can think of a million reason why
we shouldn't be together but you
know what, i don't care ... *
- - Guess Who | | |
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put it in you mouth hahahaha
not big but hot right
awww sexy sexy haha
my babys i love them
hot hot hot...
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| *surveys*
ten things you hate
1 number one the most important humm lets see when PEOPLE BLOW YOU OFF huumm yea nice
2 people that talk SHIT
5 the word "poop" its a weird word
4 mondays
5 guys that hurt girls and don't even care!!!
6 people that replay songs over and over and over and over
7 people that call you when they know you don't want to talk to them
8 choosing between your friends
9 life its just so fucking confusing
10 last but not least people that just don't care fuck those kinds of people
nine animals that you like
1 dogs
2 cats
3 ducks
4 birds
5 fish
6 rabbits aww how cute
7 horses
8 turtles
9 lizards
eight things you like to eat
1 tacos
2 stakes
3 rice
4 chicken
5 peas
6 pizza
7 potatoes
8 bread everythings that good for you ptsh yea right lol
seven colors you like
1 pink
2 blue
3 black
4 green
5 purple
6 red
7 orange
six songs you like
1 we belong together
2 grind on me
3 scares
4 somebody told me
5 mr. brightside
6 some song that someone let me listen to its by dashboard wink wink
five mistakes you would take back
1 meaning mean to someone just because someone else said so sry people never again
2 moving here
3 doing something because i wasn't thinking right
4 saying i hate someone when i don't think i hate anyone
5 hooking up with a guy you like when you know they just don't care about you
five things you had right now
1 my mom and brothers i miss them
2 a guy that loved me
3 friends that i blow off when i think about it was a big mistake
4 lots of money
5 some food lol im hungry
four things you would miss if you died
1 my family even though they hate me
2 my friends
3 maybe the guy i like lol
4 chocolate
three movies you like
1 ten things i hate about you
2 fing nemo
two tv shows you have to have
1 one tree hill
2 summerland
one person you love
1 you because you reading my xanga | | |
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