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Name: Nathanael
Location: United States
Gender: Male
Interests: Guitar, cello, boomerangs, building stuff (like wooden model boats, steam engines, pottery on the wheel... the list goes on), sport kites, music,flash animation sites, Svengollie,Twisted Tale ofs Felix the Cat, Red Green, Nightmare Ned, The Tick, Foster's Home, Animaniacs, Chalk Zone... basicly any zainy cartoon... Fine tea, esp. from Kenya, Cars made by MG, Morgan, and LotusAnd good strong tasting saganaki
Expertise: Being a jack of most trades, master of none.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/8/2005
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| The worst part about being exposed to a couple having their little time together must be that you can't outright despise or hate the couple for being. It's not their fault that I am single, and it's not wrong for them to want to be together. Yet somehow seeing two people together like that unjustly makes my heart go cold, bitter, and resentful.
And to whomever may chance to read this shitty blog, don't worry. Yes, it may seem that this type of crap is all that I ever think of. But that stuff is written here more because this blog has become a dumping ground for my random irksome feelings and thoughts... Thoughts like: Love is cruel, at least the amorous romantic type. | | |
| I was singing while playing Rock Band or some similar competitor to the game and The Police song Message in a Bottle came up. Why is it that the lyrics to songs I have listened to for years sometimes don't sink in until I have sung them for myself?
As soon as I sang "Love can mend your life but love can break your heart" it all clicked. This isn't just some cast away song, and I myself have been contributing a few hundred of the bottles to the hundred billion that washed up on the shore of that poor guy. I've been figuratively throwing fruitless bottles out to sea for years. And still I do it for only hope can keep me together. | | |
| No one believes that I can play that one song just fine when I am alone. They always want to cut my pieces short damn it and it drives me crazy. I hate it.
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| Fuck you Trojen and your dumb Ecstasy condom comercials. It feels like nothing's there because there is nothing there dumbass. No condom, no woman, no relationship, and no lovin. Stop reminding me that people out side of my lonesome dorm room life do things that I can't. In my filtered world most people are single and celibate, and I find that delusion somehow to be comforting. I hate my failure to locate a woman to date and I'm pissed off that my only relationship with a wonderful and gorgoius girl ended for no good raisin after a month. I'm mad at women but I know this is really an anger at my own shortcommings and pointless sexdrive. Its frustrating to consistently be turned down by the women I admire, and I hate that it is considered the always mans job to ask the gals. If there was some gutsy gal out there who likes me I want her to get the hecking nerve to tell me damnit. And if unfortuantly I don't see it working out, then i'm finally not the one to get turned down. | | |
| If it seems like there's a possibility she is single, she's not or she's not into you.
The basics of the law:
-If she's nice to you and seems to make it a point to make you notice that she knows you exist; there is a high probability that it means nothing more then she likes being social.
-When she smiles at you now and then, says hi and seems slightly concerned when you don't look well- just remember that she is already in a relationship, wants to be single, or just does not like you in that way. It's always true, at least for me anyway.
-There might be a girl out there that likes you, but you'll probably never find out because she doesn't act like it.
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