What I've come to learn from life is different things.  You here, "boys come and go but friends are forever."  Well how can friends be forever, if they replace you when they make new friends?  They call you to see what you're doing that day and you tell them that you're going to be hanging out with friends you graduated with and they tell you, "thanks for the invite."  Then they hang out with new friends they work with tell you what there doing and don't even consider inviting you?  That doesn't make too much sense to me.  I guess I know how my friends feel who I used be extremely close with and would hang out with constantly.  Guaranteed that we're still close but we don't spend as much time together as we used too.  At the same time you can always get close to you're friends again by starting to spend more time with them and catching up on what you've missed out on.  I've learned a lot this past year when it comes to friends and how it affects you.  I fought with one of my friends whose wedding I'm in.  Luckily her and I are still close and were able to make amends.

On a different note, My guy luck this year has been not so great.  I guess I'll start with January since I've been slacking in writing in my journal for over a year.  January I brought in the New Year drunk off my ass.  My New Years kiss was a guy I went to school with.  Well you could say it was more than just a kiss because we slept together.  Since I was intoxicated beyond belief, I wasn't aware of  Codys size.  Well lets just say my vagina hurt the next day.  We didn't talk about what happened for at least two weeks after it happened.  All he could tell me was how drunk I was.  It wasn't till February when he told me that he didn't count me because he didn't "go all the way in."  Does that mean I have to count him?  Because in the end it means we didn't fully sleep together?  Or am I just confused from his perspective?  The same day that he told me all of this I was considering "hooking up" with him again.  At the same time I couldn't bring myself to do it.  I'm just not that type of girl.  Even though I have needs, I need to respect myself more than letting myself be a slut towards some guy.  Later on in that same week, I got my first ticket.  Which just happened to be on Valentines day.  It also ruined my Valentines day, or at least until i went out with my date, James.  James and I work together and are good friends.  Well I guess not so good cause I haven't talked to him in awhile.  Maybe I'll send him a text?  Anyways, back to Valentines with James.  We got chinese food at this place on the corner of West Avenue and Blanco.  We had doubled with Nadja and Jeremy.  We sat there and talked about the dumbest things for almost two hours, then went our separate ways.  James and I were going to see a movie but ended up just talking in the car and then he took me home.  But James gave me my favorite flowers, lilies and tulips.  The arrangement was beautiful and I loved them. 

A few weeks later, I started talking to Russell again, if you read one my shitty posts before it says not so much, but does mention him.  We went out, we ate at Kona Grill on a Friday night, and the next evening Russell babysat with me.  Which was the first time I had ever babysat with a boy.  Before we babysat together, we were texting all the time, from morning to night.  It wasn't until afterwards it slowed down to nothingness.  wtf?! Was exactly what I was thinking, and it pissed me off.  So after most of that week had passed, Friday came along, my friend Molly and I went shopping and got our nails done.  We made arrangements to have dinner at StoneWorks on 1604 and Blanco.  I had intentions of picking that place, this guy named August worked there.  August, such a flirt and could probably get any girl he set his mind too.  He has an amazing body.  So of course when we went I made sure I looked good, because no one wants to put the moves on someone whose fat and ugly.  Which luckily I am neither.  Lets just say, two days later, after babysitting, I went to Augusts, and unfortunately all we did was make out because I was out of commission for the week and horny as hell.  Well He was the best make out I have ever had.  Too bad he's a douche.  I would've loved to find out how he was in other places.  But he's a douche whose still the best I've ever made out with.  Which sucks.  So to make up for not getting anything from him once I was back in commission, I went and got another tattoo.  Which is tattoo number three.  I got a sparrow on my ribs, which was done by the man who did the other two on my body, which is a playboy bunny on my hip, and a lady bug on a leaf on my ass.  If you want to know where I got them done at, just comment my post and I'll let you know.

Festive March right? or so it seemed.  Now were in April, almost caught up with the past five months!  Not much to say about April.  Except cramming for school, getting all my work in on time and barely working.  I made new friends this month, and made out with two of them in the same night.  Apprently that makes me a slut?  At the same time though, why is it ok for guys to make out with several girls in one night, but not for girls?  Why can't we get the same treatment as guys.  If I had a dick I wouldn't be called a slut for making out with two people in one night.  Anyways, I also met a guy named Ryan, but everyone calls him "Sanch," because his last name is "Sanchez."  Him and I started talking, but I realized he's not the brightest one in the pack.  A few days after meeting him, we all went to NIOSA which was fun, minus getting man handled.  Ran into some of my friends said the hello down the line and eventually left.

April...not so happening.  May on the other hand was what I considered eventful.  First week was finals.  Well when I was leaving my house monday morning to go and take my accounting final my window was broken on the driver side.  Someone had broken into my car and stolen my iPod along with the charger.  I cried the entire way to school cause I was upset, I had to take my moms car because well..I couldn't exactly drive mine.  I ended up starting my tanning membership which was nice made my day better.  I ended up getting the iPhone because my mom thought it would be better for me when really all I wanted was another iPod.  Which is cheaper than a iPhone and I told both of my parents that I didn't want it but apprently that means shit these days.  I continued on with my week and ended up going to Posh for the first time ever, I had a jolly time and left feeling pretty good.  I went home and passed out cause I was tired and well...tipsy.  Few days later found out I passed all my classes with A's and B's.  Decided to celebrate and go to Posh again, this time I got in as 21 and wasted off my ass. 

so theres this new boy..hes names jason..and hes 25 :)

and theres russell..hes in my govt class..hes 20..

jason was in the army..oh lala

russell..no army lol