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Tu Compania – (Chapter: All Again For You)
Lips or Eyes: I’m most attracted to lips. Especially to people who bite their lips.
Petite or Big: It doesn’t matter. I like a nice muscular tone though.
Sweet or Caring: Both will do for me. Though sometimes I like someone a bit rude, a little bit of jackass in someone is hot.
Easygoing or Serious: Seriousness is required for me, I’m a serious student. I can’t wait to go to USC.
Sensitive or Loud: I really love someone who is sensitive, because like I said, I like to listen.
Thoughts on…
Abortion: Pro Choice. Everyone has the right to choose their own path. Though it isn’t a decision that should be made lightly.
Gay Marriage: *gulp*
Gun Control: Psh whatever, I mean if people want to shoot each other that’s their business.
God: I think that someone is watching out for us.
Aliens: Oh my god yes. My step sister will never shut up about aliens from Roswell. She cried when I told her the show wasn’t real. I mean she was 12 but I guess I shouldn’t have. That Isabelle… I mean Max guy was hot.
January 23, 2008
Time: 7:43 PM
Mood: Entertained
User: TrojansNotNeeded
Okay so I’m assuming that this will feel less awkward the more I do it. I haven’t ever really written a blog before but there’s a first time for everything. That’s not why I’m on this site though, the first time for everything. Well, actually it could be. I’m not too sure; I just need someone to talk to. The L Word is one of my favorite shows and OurChart seemed like a good place to meet friends. I’m straight though. I have this boyfriend, let’s just call him Addison, we’ve been together for a long time. Almost two years now and he is really great. Technically, he’s everything any girl could want but I just feel like there is something missing. If you asked me what was wrong, I honestly couldn’t tell you. Maybe it’s just me, maybe there’s something wrong with me. Has anyone else ever felt like this? I feel like every move in my life is being plotted and planned out without my input.
My mother is a doctor and all I’ve ever heard from her was when and where I was going to medical school. What age it would be appropriate for me to marry Addison and how many children we are going to have. It’s like I have no control over anything in my life. I don’t even want to go to medical school, and I really don’t want to go to UCLA. When my parents were still married, my father used to tell me to follow my dreams. But I don’t see him that much, anymore. In some ways, I envy my step-sister. Trust me if you knew her, you would know how ridiculous that is. I mean, here I am Senior Class President, with a gorgeous boyfriend and pretty much perfect grades. I’m jealous of a girl who sits in front of a computer all day playing World of Warcraft, thinks overalls are still in style, and gets mad when the Reparo spell doesn’t work on the frames of her horn-rimmed glasses. Yet, no one is trying to control her life. My step-dad barely ever looks at her, much less dictates which college she’s going to attend.
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love it love spence in this. its just a funny story with such a deep meaning behint it. but all we need it ash