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Man and Wife the Former

I've definitely established that I do not want to get married. I think marriage is an old fashioned institute with too many restrictions and obligations. I think it means much more to stay together purely because you love someone then because you feel tied to them. "Committed" is a disillusioning euphanism. Susan Sarandon and Tim Robins have it right. And Conor Oberst definitely captures my view of marriage in the Desaparacidos songs Man and Wife the Former/Latter. However...

there is this adorable couple who lives a neighborhood over from mine. I think they're the ideal couple. I've spotted them twice...or at least I think it was them both times. Either way the couple or perhaps couples made me reconsider. The first time I saw them the man was checking the mail while the women showed up at the gate in her bathing suit and lovingly waited for him to return. At that second I wanted that. To swim and check mail and wait on a spouse. To do couple-ey things in suburbia. The second time I saw them they were walking dogs on the trail that goes all through my town. I was riding my bike and on the way back down the trail I saw them again sitting in the grass with the dogs resting and just...talking. It was adorable.

If I ever decide to settle down I want what they seem to have. Stability. A simple life with little routines and moments together that get them through the day. And the ability to be happy just being in each other's company.

Then again...maybe we've both got it right. Maybe they're not even married.

;D

And for my style inspiration I'll just have to flash back to what was once my favorite stylish couple. They are no longer together...but I love them just as much as individuals. Still...here's a picture from their glory days:

Things to look foward to...

Ducks, ducks, ducks. Bike Culture! Maybe even critical mass. Moe's Mondays. Andolini's fridays. No dress code. Learning. Meeting new people. Growing. Cupcakes at cupcake. 5 billion different pizza places. Style. Study seshs. Doing research in the library. Theatre 99. Shopping at the exchange factor regularly. Work study. Sittin' in the sun. Exploring. Dorm sleepovers. Philosophy, literature, film! (AKA more learning about stuff I actually care about!) Going to the hippodrome. Kulture Klashs. Going to shows without needing a ride. Clubbing. Bars. Dancing (in class and out). Figuring myself out, finally.

Fashion Foward look of the day courtesy Face Hunter:

Times, They Are A-Changin'

My last entry is ions old. Oh well. The past is ancient history, after all. Cliche, cliche, cliche. But it's all true. The future looks bright and hopeful. CofC this fall. Cannot wait! Today's the first day of orientation and it has been great. I'm sort of crushing on a guy from my orientation group. He surfs and likes good music and is from around here and a fan of kk and andolini's. I also met a cutie at the library a little while ago. But I think that duck has smoked himself retarded. A really sweet, cool chic named Powell let me bum a parliament. She works at Elysium and I'm totally hoping I can get my haircut by her. Half off before noon if you're a first time customer. Meeting in an hour for provincial students. Whatev. Thought it was a big deal, but there are a lot of us...so not really. I mean cute boy is one and he got accepted into the honors college.

Here's the fashion foward look of the day. Courtesy of look book. Gotta love it.

and the winner is...

I know everyone's playing it...the asshole game! But there can only be one winner. Sorry.


What happened to all those great contenders from the Newington Asshole Parade? The Asshole Parade was out-assholed? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, they were.


Now the line "I just want to have sex with you without anyone knowing" was pretty damn assholeish. And so were the death wishes.
But somehow, someway, another fuckwit has managed to beat them all!

The quote of the day that outshined them all is:
"your right i did use you, i met you and thought you'd be an easy fuck.
i am an asshole, i am shallow, and i am very uncaring."


Hahaha, little tip, if you're looking for an "easy fuck" avoid virgins. The Newington Asshole Parade (which has one reformed member, my apologies) didn't get in my pants. The many other assholes who tried, failed also. So you, little smugfuck, waisted your time.

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Newington Asshole Parade

For whatever reason, be it fate or coincidence, I have a history of falling for boys who happen to reside in Newington. It's not terribly strange, but still the odds aren't that great that I'd have flings with four boys from the same neighborhood, especially because I don't really have flings too often. Anyways...not only do I have some weird tendency to fall for Newington boys, but I happen to have the worst luck with them. As follows:

1. The low point of the period I had an infatuation with the first boy was when he said, "Listen, I just want to have sex with you without anyone knowing". To add insult to injury (as if it hadn't already been added and then some) this was about a month after we actually hung out, the majority of that time he'd been dating another girl and was still dating her at the time of his proposal, and he was eighteen, almost nineteen and I was barely fifteen. Awesome. Of course I said kthnxbi and proceeded to take several months to get over it.

2. The second boy was probably the best of the Newington crowd, which is sad, very, very sad. The first time we dated I wasn't aware we were dating until he broke up with me b/c one of my friends was available. And yet...I went out with him again when that girl got back together with her ex. I know, dumb, but we dated for most of the summer and he was really really sweet. The problem was, he was basically the girl in the relationship, and it was awkward. So, I broke up with him, and we remained friends for a while. Then, one random day he hated me. To this day I have no idea why. Sure, everyday we'd get in a fight where he'd make fun of me forever liking boy #1, I'd make fun of him for liking a lesbian, and then we'd call each other n00bs for ten minutes, but the next day we'd always sit next to each other on the bus (I'd be reluctant and feign still being pissed, but he'd either push be over or sit on top of my leg/lap and I'd forgive him). Then one day, we weren't cool. And, this is lovely; he wrote me a message saying, "ur a fucking idiot. i hope ur house catches fire tonight and u get out with severe burns jsut i cna goto the hostpital and laugh at you while i cut ur painkillers on and off. don't ever talk to lauren again u ugly pile of shit, ever dating u or taking u to my house was a huge mistake. the oonly i reason i ever took intrest in u was b/c u wanted to start smoking. u would've only been a resouce to offer me cigs then. and now in my eyes ur nothing but a peice of filth that i now have to deal with on a daily basis".

3. I'll admit I fell the hardest for this one, well maybe not quite as hard as I did for the first boy, but we were pretty cute...I still think so. But we fell out of touch, the last time I saw him was at the Bright Eyes concert where I had to hold him up he was so shitfaced and our last conversation went something like this:

Me: Why did you hang out with me in the first place? I mean...what were your intentions? Was I just something to fill up time?

Him: Well...isn't that why anyone hangs out with anyone else?

Me: I guess...but I tend to choose people I like and enjoy hanging out with. With that reasoning you could have hung out with anyone, there are billions of people on the planet, there was no reason to choose me.

Him: Well I guess you should feel lucky that for a little while I picked you instead of those billions of people.

4. Guy number four wasn't too horrible, accept we last hung out in January and it was great (Wafflehouse and the Docks) then we kind of kept missing each other’s phone calls and messages playing phonetag and whatnot. And...now...somehow he managed to get married and a baby’s on the way. What the fuck? He last messaged me in April. Apparently the baby is due in about 5 months. Something's not quite right there. Oh fucking well.

Goodbye forever, Newington Asshole Parade.