The Life of a Premature Metro Goddess

Regrets Memories Advice to our future goddesses: Fall in love. You won't always win but sometimes losing is just as important. In doing so you'll have a chance to see how strong you are, you will learn to grieve, to pull yourself out of the wreckage by remembering just what it is that makes you a strong and independent. Learn to appreciate the experience and the person, despite the good or the bad. Learn to forgive and to heal. Move on, remember the experience and put what you have learned to good use in the future. Each experience is a gift from God building onto our lives in a way that will leave us ready and prepared so that one day when you find that true love you will recognize it, appreciate it, be strong in it, and retain the person that YOU have become while walking the rest of your journey with another and realizing the joint difference between the two. Stand up for your self, don't let anyone ever make you waver in what you know is right. Don't allow an

Favorite Moments during this School year (order is random) 1. Clubbing with Meleeesa 2. Breaking the Bed with Him...and there wasn't even sex 3. Random Drunk Nights with Ashly on Piano and while I dramatically sang Wild Horses 4. That One Day at work when I think I really helped 5. Walks home from the late class with The Freshman (I haven't blogged him yet...hmm) 6. Thanksgiving Dinner at My house 7. Random drunk night where I told a certain friend not to "touch my boobies"...oh yes people, priceless. 8. The Seal A Meal...ewww.awww

For all of you who have not developed a serious addiction to Grey's Anatomy I am sure you will not feel the extent of the pain which I have managed to attain in the last 30 minutes...THEY KILLED DENNY! Perfectly funny, caring, TASTY Denny! I will not go into the lengthy background involved with this, because we all know that I can do these dissertations quite well. I will say who really gives a damn about Meredith Grey and who she chooses to sleep with for the next season: The Vet; The Surgeon...I really couldn't care less. If they wanted to leave me with a good cliff hanger, end the show with Denny flatlined after receiving the transplant so that we could ponder for the next several months whether he dies or not, wrench in that torture ABC, make it hurt. But no, they've killed Denny off. There will be no drawn out excrutiating pain of unknowing. What they did manage was to leave us wondering once again how many more times Grey and Sheppard will screw before they both jus

I'm a bit angry right now... Seething actually, I like that word. Seething. Today has not been a good day in general. I couldn't sleep as long as I wanted to, I was running late mailing graduation announcements because of certain outside forces, I didn't eat which led to a serious headache...And did I mention PMS...I could injure several people at this very moment and feel no remorse. Let me note yet again that I am very much a feminist, and I think that PMS as an excuse to explain why women can be firm, straight forward, angry, and opinionated is bullshit but at this very moment I KNOW that PMS is very much a contributing factor in my desire to push someone down the stairs. So anyway, I let my cousin use my computer. This happens often because her parents have a tendency to revoke those privileges every once in a while, just because...They are crazy, we all know this, there's no reason to bullshit, crazy. So in those moments I've allowed her (15 year old) to &q

Why is it that people who are stuck on past relationships try their damnedest to convince the rest of us that they are over it? The rest of us really don't matter in the grand scheme of the vast denial that you live in so WHY ON EARTH try to make us believe? What you are really trying to do is make yourself believe instead of facing the truth and moving on. "That shit reminds me why we aren't together" "I don't care about {INSERT NAME HERE} anymore, I just really hate them" "{INSERT NAME HERE} needed my help" " {INSERT NAME HERE} shat (I like that word) on my already broken heart, lit it on fire and then sprinkled the ashes in a landfill... but I can't just go away. What if they need me?"...So you didn't say that exactly, but it creatively conveys the gist. And you honestly expect me to look at this as "over it". Oh no you are very much into it my friend. You are stuck in the boggy ground of it all, lettin

I must admit in the past few months I have become quite addicted to this blogging thing. But I have moments when I can't think of anything to say, or I question whether I should be as honest as a girl can be to the rest of the world, and I question whether this is actually being read, is it helping anyone, do people really care...If not KEEP IT TO YOURSELVES... : ) No, but seriously, whenever I get in those moods I simply remember my Blogging Idol. She has no idea I call her that to my various friends, and I swear I will not use that title to refer to her anymore in this blog because her name is so much more appropriate, but moving on. It is her thirtieth birthday so I figured what better way to say Happy Birthday than to ramble on and on about how she impacts me. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELA! Well maybe I won't ramble. I stumbled upon About Last Night after previously having stumbled upon the City Paper, their box was right outside my office MCSR , their office was right next d

I've decided that if and when I get married, I do not want a diamond ring. I'd been thinking about that for awhile. The Best Friend is getting married and there are all these enormous decisions and traditions that go along with that, thus I started thinking about what if. What if at some point in the future I'm in a position where I actually can see myself being with one specific person for the rest of my life. Do I really want that feeling, commitment and meaning overshadowed by the "pomp and circumstance" of expenses and misplaced actions. Also, what I had been considering even previously was the idea of the diamond ring. First, the diamond is worthless. If it weren't for the fact that man has placed some illogical value on the shining rock there would be no value. Second, it's most popular use is for beautification and materialistic measure. And third, the ridiculously brutal and inhumane things that have occurred just to bring it to the surface, j

5/8/2006 If you asked me why, I'd say: Because you're remarkable. You are strong, determined, brave, intelligent, funny, inspiring, exceptional, and beautiful. Because you made me smile no matter what was going on. Because you were consistent and faithful to your word; You said something to me and I knew it would happen because that's just who you were. Because I trusted you with me; I trusted in your respect for me, and your care of me enough to never consider you being able to ever hurt me or wanting to hurt me or allowing yourself to hurt me. Because you pushed me and didn't allow me to have my way, you challenged me and we argued things and that is what I wanted. You made me think about the person I am, the person I want to be, and the things I must do in order to get there. You let me in just for a second, you let me into a place that I never thought I would see. And in that second I saw the smallest bit of your past, of the things that had molded and shape