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It’s no secret that most guys can be ambivalent assholes.
Take last night for example. My beautiful friend Amy, Mike and I were going out dancing and she asked the guy she is ‘talking to’ to come. I haven’t met this guy yet but I’ve heard he just makes excuse after excuse not to hang out. So she calls him last night when we are together:
Excuse # 1 – I’m going out with my buddies already tonight.
Excuse # 2 – Oh, I don’t have any money.
Excuse # 3 – I already promised my friends I’d go out.
Excuse # 4 – Ahh, Ooh, Errr, I’ll let you know.
If that’s not a worthwhile man, excuse me, boy, then I don’t know what is! Not to mention, if you really want to see a girl you invite her out. Or, when she asks you to go dancing, after she just bought a new dress guess what?! You go.
I’ve known so many girls that just take it lying down, saying “Okay I guess, maybe next time.” Well not anymore. Last night I came up with a little revenge tactic that will have that boy looking like a stupid idiot to all his friends in that bar he just ‘had to go to’ instead of going out dancing with you.
Enter: The Cleave and Leave.
You already know where he’s spending his way exciting Friday night, at some bar with a bunch of his buddies, balls deep in a conversation about March Madness, and you already look hot as hell because you’re going out dancing, to dance with guys that actually want to focus on YOU.
So why not take a little pit stop, buy him a drink, you take a shot, show a little cleavage…and then you leave. Show him what a bad choice he’s made. Better yet, show up with that new hottie you met a week prior and show him what he’s missing.
He obviously didn’t give a shit before, but now he’s second guessing not going out with you and now all his friends will talk about after you leave is what an idiot he was for picking them over you. Guy friends aren’t that stupid. They all want one thing: TO GET LAID.
And if they can help they’re ‘bros’ out they’d be more than happy to. But some men are just babies, and that’s why they just need to say no.
Tell her no so that she’s not hung up on you, even though you’re definitely not hung up on her. You think you’re being a dick, but let me tell you, you’re not. You’re just being honest. And I know what you’re thinking, men don’t know how to be honest, but trust me, somewhere down in that little heart of yours you know how to write a girl off by telling her to her face. Not stringing her along while just giving excuses one through 4.
And yes Tyler, I’m talking to you.
As my brother gets ready to go out this weekend for his spring break, it got me thinking back to when I was in high school and what spring break is really like.
“Senior Week” and when kids go off the first week in April it seems like all fun and games, but the truth is that getting trashed every day really isn’t my cup of tea. Nathan Welsh’s “Spring Broke” captured the essence of what Spring Break was really like: a disaster. Back my senior year of high school I remember when my boyfriend went off, every day was just drugs, alcohol, drugs, alcohol, blah blah. It’s like all inhibitions are lost to the wind and an ‘adult’ takes over. I use the term adult very loosely.
Of course when I was in college my friend Christina and I went to Mexico for spring break, and that was quite amazing, but the one thing I learned: Do not get trashed the night before you leave.
Hangover + Plane = Puke.
Don’t ever try it. Haha. We all have our fun when we’re young well most of us do but there is a fine line between fun and frivolous. You know how some of your friends came back from spring break with STD’s? Yeah, frivolous. Letting it all hang out and then pictures of you on the internet, and then you don’t get that job after college you wanted? Frivolous.
Of course my idea of a good time would be sitting at home reading my book while Maxi tries to eat the book, but I do like to have my fair share of fun. But fun that isn’t frivolous.
Date nights, nights with girlfriends where maybe you drink a little too much and end up talking about that one topic you really didn’t want to talk about? Yeah. That’s me sometimes.
I can only imagine what my brother is going to get into this weekend, hopefully he knows better than to do anything stupid. Being 18, you have your moments of stupidity. Believe me, I know. I remember back when I thought being 18 was like, “wow I’m so old now!” If 18 year old me could see me now.
Also the older sister part of me wishes he could stay home and NOT get into trouble. Do you ever feel that way? The protective side of me is like “No! Stay home!” But then I think to myself “Ana, you’re not a mother shut up!”
Do we really have something to fear with Spring Break now? It’s definitely not like it was 10 years ago, or even 5. Everything is on overload now and everything is magnified. Seniors in high school dress like they’re 25, and act like they’re 30.
I can tell you, the reality the next day of a crazy hangover? Definitely not fun, and dangerous. You can get dehydrated, poisoning, plus making a fool of yourself. Plus that really cute guy you wanted to talk to? Gone, because to him now, you look like an idiot.
Not to mention, all that $$$: Gone!
So, hopefully dear brother you be safe, and remember: Spring Break = Spring Broke.
Here I am studying, (well trying to study) for my Philosophy of Religion midterm and it’s so boring I decided to write about it instead of actually studying for it! The class is interesting, but looking over the study guide makes me think of all those pretentious people in my class that want to be the next Descartes, or Aquinas; do you really think that that will happen?
These kids are the hipsters on overload, and I’m talking major overload. Almost to the point of granola, but instead of eating vegan, they’ll ask those around them: Why Go Vegan? What was your choice in going vegan? How does the cow…feel about this? Oh give me a break! Not saying that they are in any way not an intellectual being or not worthy, anything at all like that. But I mean, come on! I want to learn here not keep on asking questions.
And I know what you’re probably thinking, without questions how can we know anything? And yes of course because I just asked a questions. But there certainly is a fine like between wanting to be all knowing….and actually thinking that you are all knowing.
We all know where these ‘Philosophy Majors’ end up…making our drinks at Starbucks. And what great baristas they are.
So next time, I’ll make sure to tip them a little bit more, because I know how hard getting that college degree is. And when I ask for my Skinny Soy Mocha Latte I will remember the struggle that they suffered through asking the hard question: Do you want whipped cream on that?
On April 4th. Titanic in 3D is coming out. I for one, cannot wait for this great love story to come back into theaters. I’ve watched it countless times on DVD, but I really think there is nothing like watching it in 3D. Released in 1997, it’s been fifteen years and I remember going into the theaters with my mom, wearing the t-shirts, playing “Jack and Rose” with my best friend. This movie was a life changer. Avatar can’t even hold a candle to Titanic.
A true love story for the ages, it gets me thinking about my own love life; and how love can really change a person. As Rose said: “He saved me. In every way a person can be saved.” That is a special kind of love. She was only seventeen, her life was set and a few days with this man changed her forever. She became a strong independent woman.
This post is dedicated to my dear friend, Becca. She’s going through a rough time right now with her breakup, but I tell her every day that love comes when you’re least expecting it, and in a few days it can really change your life. Look at Mike and I, met in a bar for god’s sake, which is the worst place to meet someone, rarely works out and the two of us couldn’t be more in love.
Have you ever had a love that changes you? Makes you better, lifts you up higher than you ever expected to feel.
So I’ll bring my whole box of tissues on Wednesday, even though we all know how the movie ends…don’t we all wish that it did end differently? But then would it be as good a movie? Would we feel the love was any more real or true if Jack had lived? Would Rose have been the woman she grew into be? Of course we can only speculate, unless James Cameron decides to come to my house and sit down while I interview him (which would be amazing) but highly doubtful, we will never know. But I don’t feel like the movie could have ended any other way.
Needless to say, I am completely obsessed with Lana Del Rey. I’ve been listening to her album Born To Die on repeat since February 1st when it came out. I feel the album to have romance & existentialism, and just the right amount of melancholy. I know there’s been some controversy around her, and her SNL debut; but who the fuck cares? She has a marvelous voice and ideas. Mulberry is even making their Fall 2012 line inspired by her. My favorite track on the album, has to be the title track, it’s full of raw lyrics but very truthful. I feel like she speaks my language of life and love so well.
“Walking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone on a Friday night. Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you your mine? It’s like I told you honey… Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why. Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high. The road is long, we carry on. Try to have fun in the meantime.”
Say what you want about her ‘stage performance’ or whatever else you want to say those lyrics are true and real. I’m sure that Mike is tired of me talking about how obsessed I am with her, but I cannot help it! She’s exactly what we need to get out of our Nikki Minaj era/Dubstep. Yuck! Please bring us back to when music actually meant something and when a song could change a persons life.
Like a little movie called “Almost Famous”. The way that William felt about Stillwater, is how I feel about Lana. Her music will bring us back to how people used to feel about music before crazy music we can’t follow/no feelings behind it/music just to get fucked up to took over.
Yes, Mike was the first one nine months ago to tell me about her. He showed me her video for “Video Games” and I knew then what talent she had. I was so happy when I found out she had an album releasing in February. It’s funny, the first night he showed me her video we went down to Annapolis, and then a couple of weeks ago we went down to Annapolis again and there she was on the cover of The New York Times! It’s so crazy what can happen in nine months. Congrats dear girl, You’ve made it. No matter what dumb ass critics/over-cultured people have to say.
It’s funny how when you’re in a long term relationship your tastes in magazines change. Last year when I was single I had a subscription to Cosmopolitan magazine, for all the latest ‘sex tricks’ (haha) and ‘how to make any man drop to his knees’. Now that I have a boyfriend, one who I love dearly, I already know what makes him drop to his knees, thats why we’ve been in a relationship for almost a year. When my subscription came to an end back in October I found myself asking: Should I pay 15 dollars a year for a magazine to learn how to obtain a guy? Or how to ‘renew my sex life’. Um, not so much. I’d much rather be wasting my money on a magazine telling me how to lose the 10 pounds every girl gets when she gets into a relationship. With commitment comes cush on the tush. So now I’m obsessed with Women’s Health, and reading about how I can have glowy glowy skin. Then, after I realize the pounds are coming off, with my hours and hours of cardio at the gym each week, and some yoga (which can also help your sex life, no Cosmopolitan article needed); I needed some extra cute outfits (ones that of course my credit card would max out) for date nights out. So enter style magazines. Harper’s Bazaar has become my favorite. Is this a sign of womanhood? What’s next…mommy magazines? Lord not for a while I hope not.
It’s like when you’re in a relationship and you only want to be around friends who are in relationships as well. Some call it snobby, or casting your single friends into the wind. I call in, having things in common. How can you describe to your single friend how you got so mad that your boyfriend didn’t clean up after himself, or on that romantic date he was looking at his phone? Any single girl would just take it as…”Duh that’s men!” We need our other girlfriends who are in LTR to vent! Single girls; don’t take it so seriously, when we get really mad at our beaus we’ll come back to you and help you find a man. Who else is going to be in our wedding?
While they’re stil reading Cosmo, I need real entertainment while my boyfriend sits on his new gadget phone. Enter Harper’s Bazaar. Ah, the changes one can go through in one year. From sex to style, but still have stylish sex. Perfection.
But not any distinctive differences I can outwardly see. I’m kind of disappointed, but I just have to keep telling myself that it’s only week two; and Mike did take me out to 5 guys yesterday for lunch. Eh, I regret eating it, but that was really the only thing I ate yesterday besides a tuna fish sandwich. So…not that bad? Breakfast has become a daily thing now. Which is critical in trying to live a healthy lifestyle. At first it was so hard, but the motivation is overpowering my urge to just stay in and eat myself into an oblivion. As much fun as that may be….I’d like to not be 200 pounds. Until the next morning and gym hour tomorrow.