| Ode to Nice Guys...are u one? |
[13 Jun 2004|11:54pm] |
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
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.
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| Away Message that was too long to fit in the box!!!! |
[12 Jun 2004|02:16pm] |
almstFAMOUS10: imagine we got there and there like BTW this is a chem free floor
almstFAMOUS10: hahahaha
almstFAMOUS10: I would die laughing
niki1984niki: and if we're all drinking we can just put our cups down and u can be like im an alcoholic?
niki1984niki: haha - defff
almstFAMOUS10: im an alcoholic
almstFAMOUS10: hahaha
almstFAMOUS10: thats great
niki1984niki: hahahaha
niki1984niki: i need a cup within 7 inches of me or ill freak out
niki1984niki: haha
almstFAMOUS10: haha
niki1984niki: how funny
almstFAMOUS10: Ill be like I have a rare disease
almstFAMOUS10: I need to drink all the time
almstFAMOUS10: in order for my bladder to be consistenbt
niki1984niki: hahahahaha - YESS
almstFAMOUS10: I cant have any extra liquid in me
almstFAMOUS10: so I drink so I will pee
niki1984niki: i always need to be drun
niki1984niki: k
almstFAMOUS10: haha
almstFAMOUS10: yes
almstFAMOUS10: I cannot concentrate unless I am
niki1984niki: haha
almstFAMOUS10: this plan is perfect
niki1984niki: i know!
almstFAMOUS10: and we'll pretend deirdre doesnt speak english
niki1984niki: hahahahahahaha
niki1984niki: and hwat about me?
almstFAMOUS10: so when they ask her for id she'll have no clue whats going on
almstFAMOUS10: and you
almstFAMOUS10: can be mute
niki1984niki: ill just sit on my computer
niki1984niki: and pretend i dont know whtas going on
almstFAMOUS10: you dont know anything
niki1984niki: haha
almstFAMOUS10: we'll sit you in the corner starring at the wall
almstFAMOUS10: for hours
almstFAMOUS10: aka 2 min
almstFAMOUS10: while there in our room
niki1984niki: hahahaha -obvvvv
almstFAMOUS10: lol
almstFAMOUS10: omg
almstFAMOUS10: this is gonna be great
niki1984niki: hashaha
almstFAMOUS10: haha
niki1984niki: this will work so well
almstFAMOUS10: yeah
almstFAMOUS10: and kate can be like albert einstein and jenny will try and explain that were all sick
niki1984niki: YES!
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| another quiz...another random fact about me! |
[05 Jun 2004|09:56pm] |
You won't allow yourself to pursue what you want, and a big part of it is a fear of competition
"You have the expectation that you're not supposed to be the one who's competing -- you're supposed to be the one helping other people." But your too-cautious approach will lead to mucho frustration down the road when you see that everyone is reaping rewards but you.
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| Random! |
[05 Jun 2004|09:41pm] |
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Constantly being in the social swirl is a way to avoid dealing with personal problems that probably need some attention, whether it's your job, your family, your relationships or just yourself."
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| Just something to put in my journal! |
[31 May 2004|11:57am] |
Nicole aka nicole_marie wrote this in her livejournal when she listed who all her friends were in her friends only journal!!! Mine was so great I wanted to shar eit with everyone!!!
idxgivexitxallx - my lovely alissa/roommate for next year - alissa is awesome and fun and funny - well - shes alissa - i love her
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[24 May 2004|02:19am] |
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I miss Gaby!!
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| Dieting! |
[20 May 2004|10:59pm] |
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Well Yesturday I started LA Weight Loss again and boy am I cranky. No carbs for 2 days so my bosy starts burning other things. I am in such a shitty mood but its weird because everyday so far this break has been amaxzing. Monday I got home and that night Mike asks me to hangout and he picked me up, I swear it was a dream, it still very well could be but I think I looked over him enough times to know it was real. Tuesday I won Avril Lavinge Tickets online. Its on monday at webster hall. Wednesday my BFF from High School Nicole informed me she was engaged. I'm really happy for her and that shes happy but ofcourse anytime I see a couple I get sad because I dont have anyone. Everyone is growing up to quick for me, I'm still waiting for the dating to begin! Maybe once I turn 21 or something but that doesnt really matter since the guy I like is younger then me. Today I helped my cousin Court dye her hair blonde but it didnt really come out right. I decided if I get to my goal weight by the end of the summer I'm going blonde! or get ALOT of highlights, I love a new look. Anyway I need to be up lifted and I have this speech to write for this weekend cause I'm going away. Well thats all the whining I have to do for now, I cant wait to go back to bing!! I miss my girls, Kevin Little, Mehhhh, So where are you from, and Ms. Moonsalot. Well summer has barely begun and I'm assuming since I want to go back its going to be a LONG summer and my mom is hounding me to get a job until camp. I cant even afford to live right now, oh the stress I always have stress in my life, but who doesnt. Everyone elses lives always seem easier then mine though, but I also know there not.
ok bye
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| Nicole's LJ Post |
[19 May 2004|12:08am] |
I love Nicoles entry so much and it made me sad, so I decided to make her post my post!!
This is the weirdest feeling that there is. I left today. Today I am officially done with my first year of college. As I turned around before I shut my door, it was the most surreal feeling. Like that’s MY room, but its not anymore. The things that made it my room are now in the back of this truck. That means that the place that I called home for 8 months is now going to be someone elses room. Its going to be someone elses home. Its just weird. Its like there is a montage of my memories with my friends playing in my head. Over and over, just the things we’ve done, our smiles and laughter… just everything. And its over now and now I go home for the summer to my the people that I’ve called my friends for my whole life… and I leave behind the people that have not only become my friends but my family over the past 8 months. I know im going to see them so its not a big problem, but again, its weird. Its weird to not have alissa next door, Deirdre and kate across the hall and jenny down the hall, its weird that if im bored at whatever time, that I cant just get out of bed and get someone whos up to hang out. Theres no more. No more dining halls, no more mail checks, no more. Its over. And im really very sad about this. I know that next year everything will be back to normal and im going to be sad about leaving my home friends, but that’s 4 months away and I know that the next 4 months are going to be amazing and everything that ive been dreaming of for the past few weeks. Ive been waiting for today so much, I was dying for this day, my body hurt that I wanted this day so badly. And its here. And the fact that as I left Deirdre and alissa ran and followed the car a little ways, makes my heart hurt with missing them. Kate’s mooning us as she drove away makes me smile more than you know… boy I love her ass… haha. Jenny’s phone calls the night she left make me feel loved also. O goodness, those girls are so special and we all drive each other crazy at times but no one is like them. We are all very different in different ways. And that’s what makes our friendship so great. Life is not about the grades you earn and the work you do. Life is about loving your friends and getting mooned as one of ur friends leaves, its about waking up at 4am if someones bored or upset. Its about the people you surround yourself with. My people are amazing and wonderful. And I love them so much. So hear I am, in the car on the way home and I will plant my feet into the ground of summer. Here I come. Im ready… are you?
Meeting new friends at college is not only great, but its a new part of your heart thats been filled in by those you love. Just one more spot in my heart left...wonder whose gonna fill it!
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| Pinch me! |
[18 May 2004|01:59am] |
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Well tonight I went for a ride with Mike...and thats all I'm going to say!
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[14 May 2004|02:35am] |
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I read Nicoles journal and part of me wanted to go home this year and go to school back at home and I dont know what I would have done without them...there the reason I stay! I would go home except I love them soo much I could never leave them. Thanks girls for an amazing year, I love ui sooo much! I dont know how my life would be without u!!!!
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[08 May 2004|08:27pm] |
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Will you please get off my mind...I cant stop thinking about you!
I hate being heartbroken all the time
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| Thinking... |
[27 Apr 2004|12:55am] |
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Well today, or I should say tonight I was thinking, about guys. But whatelse is really on my mind as much as them? I dont think anything. So I was thinking about how they can control our emotions, our lives, our world. How do they have so much power. They change my mood in seconds. I can be having the worst day ever and an IM makes me so happy I passout on the floor and everything in my life is perfect for that time. Then theres the issue of a guy saying something thats really vague and you dont know what they meant by it or what you should think. Another issue with guys is AIM the away message thing drives me crazy. Its like you read it and you analze it and you wonder 'is that about me or another girl or maybe a friend', thats what I do anyway and it sucks. Then one day a guy comes along and likes you and you say alright he likes me and I like him a little let me try this dating thing out, so you go out with him and realize you only did it because you wanted to be wanted, well I did. So that relationship ends and all you ever wonder is why the guys you like dont like you. People tell me guys like me but I never like those guys. I have a problem that I like the guys I cant have and I like the challenge. Anyway these were just some thoughts on my mind and I wanted to get it out cause love and life are confusing right now. They seem to be getting more confusing by the day and from my moms stories they dont get much better. I feel like, so what if I never get married so what if I end up alone forever. I can be happy in other ways, but no...I have so many plans and I dream of being married some day I dont want to be alone I want to be loved. Who knows...I dont even know if this is how everyone else feels because most people experience life differently. I guess I'll never find that place of being satisfied. I'm not even going to read it over and I dont really care if it makes sense. It's what I thought and how I feel...so deal!
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| Summer Camp (stolen from nicole) |
[19 Apr 2004|12:35pm] |
There is More to Summer Camp Than Kumbaya
Moses. Truly a great man. (The "river to blood" thing alone
would land him life-time employment with Quentin Tarantino.) I'm pretty
impressed by anybody who can shepherd thousands of people across the
desert. It's hard enough to get people to walk to the bathroom without
losing somebody. I know. I've attempted to be Moses. I've tried to
transform sticks into magical creatures. I've led my people across the
burning desert to the Canaan Cafeteria. I've even wanted to throw heavy
stone tablets at my people from on high. I've been a camp counselor.
This is dedicated to all you wackos out there compassionate
enough and maladjusted enough to shepherd our nation's youth through the
desert of summer boredom for less money than the average death row i! nmate
makes. We're sick individuals, a special subspecies of humanity
genetically predetermined to cheer, jump, sing, and smile long past
normal limits for homo sapiens. Such is our destiny. For those of you
whose DNA says "counselor? Not me!" keep reading. You'll realize just
how lucky you are.
Before strapping on that! fanny pack and grabbing that whistle, it
is vital that any potential camp counselor be educated about the
menagerie of campers out there:
THE SUCTION-CUPS: These guys are always clutching onto
somebody's extremeties with the force of a Hoover vacuum cleaner. To get
your arm or leg back, you have two options: 1. Call 911 for the jaws of
life, or 2. Find some other counselor whose body is "cootie - free" and
pass it on.
THE JACKNROGERS: If you leave these little hooligans alone for
five minutes, they've already stripped, broken the couch and stuck a
pig's head on a stake.
THE LEAKIES: Ever wondered how fast you are?? Wait until one of
these says, "Um, I gotta tee-tee." About then, you can put Carl Lewis to
shame because you know that you have 30 seconds before the dam breaks,
toilet or not. Note: Stay away from these little dudes in the pool.
THE OSCARS: Crying is a beautiful ! form of expression. These
guys see tears as something else... power. They don't get what they
want.. Action! Cue the waterworks! "Waaaaaa!" "It's OK. Don't cry.
You can be line leader now!" Cut! Print! That's a wrap! Good work
everybody! Sooner or later, you'll catch on. Maybe you'll even use it
yourself. "This is my paycheck? Waaaaaa!"
THE JOYS: These angelic creatures are wonderful. They make your
life so much easier. You never have to yell at them or wonder if they
are scheming to give you a "Wet Willy." They're perfect. They're
great. They're boring as hell.
By the way, just one word can complicate any of these camper
types: RITALIN.
Now that you can recognize them, you'd better get inside their
heads. If you go in expecting Psych 24 to save your ass, go work at
Mickey D's. We have our own set of truths about the world, and kids have
theirs, so strap on your sociology goggles, and study up on Camper
Culture. Here are 10 Rules to Help you be "Cool at Camp":
1. It is more important to know the names of al! l of t! he Power
Rangers and every kind of dinosaur that ever lived than the name of the
President of the United States.
2. Band-Aids are magic. Even the slightest injury requires the
peach-colored purple heart.
3, The decade called "The 80s" never occurred. Only ancients
worship it. Educated people know, life on earth began in the 90s.
4. Polite requests are above the kiddie hearing spectrum.
Instructions must be uttered like Gozar the Gozarian. "Get in line or
suffer eternal damnation!"
5. Place in li! ne is ! the Great Camp Chain of Being. To get ahead,
beg your counselor incessantly.
6. Anyone taller and older than you is a walking jungle gym.
7. Successfully trading chips for cookies gives you credit
towards a business degree.
8. Life peaks at being able to use the diving board.
9. If a boy and a girl counselor are talking, they are dating.
10. Dr. Suess is the greatest literary mind of our times, and
Walt Disney is the creator of the known universe.
Your fellow counselors will probably be as motley a crew as the
campers, you never know. You can be sure though, that romance and
hormones will be in the air.! You'll hear, "Counselors shouldn't date,"
but you still look around and wonder "Is it going to be Miss Scarlet and
Col. Mustard with the rope in the parlor, or Professor Plum and Ms. White
with the lead pipe in the billiard room?"
Camp's not just for kids. It is the field of dreams for any
college student. If you've ever wanted to juke 100 people and blow it by
the goalie but couldn't...go to camp. If you've ever wanted to be a
trend-setter, leader-of-the-pack cool guy, but weren't...go to camp. If
you've ever wanted to be rap star, but haven't had a chance...go to
camp. Dig it, you're the dancing queens. Just remember, five-year-olds
think Barney is cool, too.
The hardest part about being a camp counselor is coming home. Be
warned, your friends think you're crazy. They want to dish about how
so-and-so slept with what's-her-name and passed out after two beers, and
the hottest gossip you've got is that Billy Joe wears car underwear and
picks his nose.
You're going to feel the urge to cheer for no reason, you're
going to realize that yo! u suck! at soccer, you won't be tall anymore, and
your friends are going to ban the "C" word. But take heart. Somewhere,
someone is singing "Boom-Chick-a-Boom," picking his/her nose, wearing car
underwear and Pocahontas shoes, and telling his/her friends about the
coolest person on the face of the earth...and that's you.
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