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Name: Tomilayo
Country: United States
State: Maryland
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Birthday: 3/31/1987
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Friday, November 17, 2006

Some dreams should stay where they belong, in hell

So I am awake but in a very depressing mood. This is due to a dream I had. Some dreams should stay where they belong, in hell.

So in this dream, something I want is brought to my face. Something I want so bad is right in fron of me. I heard from someone that sometimes ppl go crazy when that one thing they have chased most of their life, when that one thing that they wait for.. Not to patiently I might add.. When they do get that thing.. They go crazy.

So back to this dream. I am in the cafeteria about to get my lunch and while walking around looking for a table, I meet this girl that I have always wanted to see. She has been gone for so long. I see her but even in my dream I can tell that it’s not real. It’s too good to be true. Anyways, I ignore her (it hurt doing that) and chose to seat with some other person. Lunch is over and the scenes shange. I am walking towards my car and I see her again in a car with some of her friends.. Which happen to be some of my friends. ( I got them first so they are my friends technically).I see this as a chance to apologize to her for ignoring her. Maybe she might get the point that I know this is all an illusion or something. I walk to the car to ask a stupid question. I wanted to get the directions to a place. I am hoping that while the attention of her friends is occupied I can give her something she was probably dying to see. A wink or something to show that I understood what was going on. I wasn’t trying to ignore her or hurt her. So I remember trying to give this wink but it never occurred. I don’t think it did cuz she joined in answering my stupid question with all sincerity. No wink from her side. So disappointed and hurt, I actually get into my car and drive off to this place that they directed me to. While driving I realize I hurt her and in so doing hurt myself. I had to fix this problem in order to stop the hurt. My hurt. So I don’t know if I drove back or if time rewound. All I remember was that I was back to the first scene with her sitting in a chair at the cafeteria. I am walking again towards her and I think I am about to apologize to her this time but I wake up. I never got to apologize to her.. And I feel like I left her hurt. And now am hurt. The next sequel to this dream will involve a lot of apologizing.

I really did not want to hurt her. But in this love thing, we should meet half way right? I mean, she could have chosen to say something too. So if she’s hurt, its our fault. It is still a dream. But in my dream. we all have voices.


Friday, August 26, 2005

sry i haven't been here for a while.. i really gave up on xanga but some things are hard to leave behind.. well am gonna be in college today.. by 12:00 pm.. yep.. HOOD college.. seems like they wanted me bad or something.. soo mmm... peace


Monday, July 25, 2005

ok ok ok.. so wut happened today.. nutting much... well its official though.. I'll be goin to PG community collge.. huh .. well whoeva is gonna be there.. u'll be seeing me.. a  lot of me..


Wednesday, July 13, 2005

"This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming."

From a good friend of mine.. thanx


Monday, July 04, 2005

i dont know why I came bac to this.. this is definitely not an entry but just an apology.. Yall that wasted ur precious time on me.. too bad.. life's a bitch.. am jkin.. actually tanx.. thats prolly the one thing that brought me back to this site.. "un-replied comments"o..k.. soo noiw that am done with that.. we'll wait another one week and two dayz b4 T.k pops his head up again.. (I DONT HAVE A COLLEGE YET!!!)



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