Enjoy!!!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Things To Think Upon
1. Rome did not create a great empire by having meetings; they did it by
killing all those who opposed them.
2. If you can stay calm, while all around you is chaos...then you
probably haven't completely understood the seriousness of the situation.
3. Doing a job RIGHT the first time gets the job done. Doing the job
WRONG fourteen times gives you job security.
4. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
5. Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity
6. A person who smiles in the face of adversity...probably has a
scapegoat.
7. TEAMWORK...means never having to take all the blame yourself.
8. The beatings will continue until morale improves.
9. Never underestimate the power of very stupid people in large groups.
10. We waste time, so you don't have to.
11. Go the extra mile. It makes your boss look like an incompetent
slacker.
12. INDECISION is the key to FLEXIBILITY.
13. Succeed in spite of management.
14. Aim Low, Reach Your Goals, Avoid Disappointment.
killing all those who opposed them.
2. If you can stay calm, while all around you is chaos...then you
probably haven't completely understood the seriousness of the situation.
3. Doing a job RIGHT the first time gets the job done. Doing the job
WRONG fourteen times gives you job security.
4. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
5. Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity
6. A person who smiles in the face of adversity...probably has a
scapegoat.
7. TEAMWORK...means never having to take all the blame yourself.
8. The beatings will continue until morale improves.
9. Never underestimate the power of very stupid people in large groups.
10. We waste time, so you don't have to.
11. Go the extra mile. It makes your boss look like an incompetent
slacker.
12. INDECISION is the key to FLEXIBILITY.
13. Succeed in spite of management.
14. Aim Low, Reach Your Goals, Avoid Disappointment.
WORDS OF WISDOM
Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead, do not walk ahead of me, for
I may not follow, do not walk beside me either, just leave me the hell
alone.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a
leaky tire.
It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal the
neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
It's a small world. So you gotta use your elbows a lot.
We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things get worse.
No one is listening until you make a mistake.
Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning
to others.
It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities
without your help.
If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car
payments.
If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.
If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again; it was
probably worth it.
If you haven't much education you must use your brain.
You can't strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
Who gossips to you will gossip of you.
When someone says, "Do you want my opinion?" - it's always a negative
one.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle
them gently.
The word listen contains the same letters as the word silent.
The trouble with work is - it's so daily.
The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.
Scientists say 1 out of every 4 people are crazy. Check 3 friends, if
they are OK, you're it.
Pain and suffering is inevitable but misery is optional.
I may not follow, do not walk beside me either, just leave me the hell
alone.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a
leaky tire.
It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal the
neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
It's a small world. So you gotta use your elbows a lot.
We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things get worse.
No one is listening until you make a mistake.
Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning
to others.
It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities
without your help.
If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car
payments.
If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.
If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again; it was
probably worth it.
If you haven't much education you must use your brain.
You can't strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
Who gossips to you will gossip of you.
When someone says, "Do you want my opinion?" - it's always a negative
one.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle
them gently.
The word listen contains the same letters as the word silent.
The trouble with work is - it's so daily.
The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.
Scientists say 1 out of every 4 people are crazy. Check 3 friends, if
they are OK, you're it.
Pain and suffering is inevitable but misery is optional.
Special Quote For Those... Special Moments In Life...
1. Do I look like a fucking people person?
2. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.
3. If I throw a stick, will you leave?
4. You!... Off my planet!
5. Does your train of thought have a caboose?
6. The Bible was written by the same people who said the Earth was flat.
7. Allow me to introduce my selves.
8. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.
9. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them.
10. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.
11. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.
12. Did I mention the kick in the groin you'll be receiving if you touch me?
13. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
14. Stress is when you wake up screaming & you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.
15. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.
16. Okay, okay, I take it back! UnFuck you!
17. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?
2. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.
3. If I throw a stick, will you leave?
4. You!... Off my planet!
5. Does your train of thought have a caboose?
6. The Bible was written by the same people who said the Earth was flat.
7. Allow me to introduce my selves.
8. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.
9. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them.
10. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.
11. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.
12. Did I mention the kick in the groin you'll be receiving if you touch me?
13. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
14. Stress is when you wake up screaming & you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.
15. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.
16. Okay, okay, I take it back! UnFuck you!
17. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?
Love Is Everywhere (warning: Sad)
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| Here a female mate is injured and the condition is soon fatal. She was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road. |
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| He brought her food and attended to her with love and compassion. |
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| He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead. |
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| He tried to move her ... A rarely-seen effort for swallows! |
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| Aware that his sweetheart is dead and will never come back to him again, he cries with adoring love. |
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| He stood beside her, saddened of her death. Finally aware she would never return to him, he stood beside her body with sadness and sorrow. |
Millions of people cried after seeing these photos. In America, Europe, Australia, and even India. The photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the premiere newspaper in France. All copies of that edition were sold out on the day these pictures were published. And many people think animals don't have brains or feelings? Shame on them. |
Somethings I've Decided Upon.....
- We live in a society where pizza gets to your house before the police.
- Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
- Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake a whole relationship.
- Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
- Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.
- Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
- Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason.
- The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
- Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt.
- Some people say "If you can't beat them, join them". I say "If you can't beat them, beat them", because they will be expecting you to join them, so you will have the element of surprise.
- Laugh at your problems, everybody else does.
- Everyone should take time to read the classics.
- Jackson Rathbone being the hottest guy on the planet.
- With sufficient thrust, pigs fly just fine.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
One Of My Favorite Bands
The Kidney Thieves, a band out of Australia, has a dark, hypnotic rock sound. The lead singer, a girl, has a beautiful voice and the music is catchy and smooth.
Check out their Myspace here:
http://www.myspace.com/kidneythieves
My favorite songs are:
Check out their Myspace here:
http://www.myspace.com/kidneythieves
My favorite songs are:
- Black Bullet
- Pretty
- Crazy
- Before I'm Dead
30 Seconds To Mars Covers Bad Romance by Lady Gaga
30 Seconds To Mars did a cover of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance on the BBC Radio. Their version is ... well "30 Second"-ized. It really was amazing. Then again, Jared Leto's voice is amazing too. So yeah. :)
| 30 Seconds to Mars - Bad Romance .mp3 | ||
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 | Found at bee mp3 search engine |  |
Friday, May 7, 2010
Fear of Prosecution
To many the idea of someone being prosecuted for their spiritual beliefs is something that happened a long time ago when people were close-minded, paranoid, easy to scare and quick to call something "demonic" or "Satan worship". Although you aren't wrong in that belief, you are only half right.
The fact is if you turn on your news today, you can find stories of people being abused, beaten, prejudiced, fired from their jobs, kick out of apartments, sent home from school, threatened and even killed, all because of their chosen beliefs.
I heard yesterday that in Utah, students were sent home from school because they were wearing Old Navy T-shirts that had the symbol of the American Flag on it. It was said by the schools principal that since it was Cinco De Mayo, wearing the American Flag was disrespectful. Mind you, this took place in Utah, which (in case you have the IQ of a snail) is a state in the United States Of America!!!
Anyone else see a problem with that?
Just asking.
Now, before you freak out and start calling me names such as: racists. Let me explain a bit about my personal beliefs.
I believe that everyone man, woman and child of every race of every religion of every country that is, was or has been is and forever and always will be equal.
That being said, if you are (for example) from the US, and you move to... lets say, Ireland. You may still choose to celebrate the Fourth of July, even though it is an American holiday, because that is your heritage. However, if your Irish neighbors do not celebrate it along with you, you have no right to get mad at them. They are Irish and you are (as of your move) an American-Irish.
So, for people of Mexican heritage to get mad at students/people for not celebrating someone else's cultures ideals, is simply ridiculous.
I am of Irish-Scottish, French, Cajun, and Native American decent, but I shall not except someone who is of a different decent to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, Bastille Day, Mardi Gras, or Feast of the Great Spirit/Great Mystery that encompasses Mother Earth and Father Sky. That would make no sense.
And if, on those days, I saw someone sporting symbols of their heritage, culture, country or religion, I wouldn't feel it was a slap-in-the-face or disrespectful.
How can we ever dare to wish for World Peace if people cannot learn tolerance, understanding, and simply get some damn common sense!?!?
I digress.
Today, I was reading up on the local Pagan communities in Utah. I discovered an article:
http://www.deseretnews.com/article/1,5143,680195147,00.html
In which two stories struck me as appalling and down-right Mid-evil in context. the article states:
"Misperceptions and fear cause many pagans to keep their choice of religion hidden, especially in the workplace, says Maureen Duffy-Boose, founder and president of the Covenant of Unitarian Universalist pagans, a national pagan group.
... 'Even in our culture in 2007, the normal cultural response is that pagans are weird,' Duffy-Boose said. 'I know people who have lost their children because of this religion. I know people that have lost jobs. I know one person who was actually evicted from her apartment.'
Prejudice occurs because pagans have been the subject of '1,000 years of negative propaganda,' says Gretchen Faulk, founder of the Order of Our Lady of Salt, a pagan group in Salt Lake City.
One woman, who asked not to be identified, says she lost her job as a public school teacher when it was discovered she was Wiccan."
I gasped and gaped at the screen. "What am I reading!" I thought to myself, "surely this is not from our times!" But a lass, it is.
What world are we living in, and more importantly Americans, what country are we living in that allows such judgments to be passed because of religious beliefs?
Was not our own country founded because Pilgrims were fleeing from England's prosecution of their religion?
You don't know? Look it up!
It's not the same thing? Explain how so!
Pagans are bad? Do your damn research!!!
You don't care? ...well, that's the reason the world is in the shape it's in. Isn't it?
Something to think about. I suggest you think.
-Terra
The fact is if you turn on your news today, you can find stories of people being abused, beaten, prejudiced, fired from their jobs, kick out of apartments, sent home from school, threatened and even killed, all because of their chosen beliefs.
I heard yesterday that in Utah, students were sent home from school because they were wearing Old Navy T-shirts that had the symbol of the American Flag on it. It was said by the schools principal that since it was Cinco De Mayo, wearing the American Flag was disrespectful. Mind you, this took place in Utah, which (in case you have the IQ of a snail) is a state in the United States Of America!!!
Anyone else see a problem with that?
Just asking.
Now, before you freak out and start calling me names such as: racists. Let me explain a bit about my personal beliefs.
I believe that everyone man, woman and child of every race of every religion of every country that is, was or has been is and forever and always will be equal.
That being said, if you are (for example) from the US, and you move to... lets say, Ireland. You may still choose to celebrate the Fourth of July, even though it is an American holiday, because that is your heritage. However, if your Irish neighbors do not celebrate it along with you, you have no right to get mad at them. They are Irish and you are (as of your move) an American-Irish.
So, for people of Mexican heritage to get mad at students/people for not celebrating someone else's cultures ideals, is simply ridiculous.
I am of Irish-Scottish, French, Cajun, and Native American decent, but I shall not except someone who is of a different decent to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, Bastille Day, Mardi Gras, or Feast of the Great Spirit/Great Mystery that encompasses Mother Earth and Father Sky. That would make no sense.
And if, on those days, I saw someone sporting symbols of their heritage, culture, country or religion, I wouldn't feel it was a slap-in-the-face or disrespectful.
How can we ever dare to wish for World Peace if people cannot learn tolerance, understanding, and simply get some damn common sense!?!?
I digress.
Today, I was reading up on the local Pagan communities in Utah. I discovered an article:
http://www.deseretnews.com/article/1,5143,680195147,00.html
In which two stories struck me as appalling and down-right Mid-evil in context. the article states:
"Misperceptions and fear cause many pagans to keep their choice of religion hidden, especially in the workplace, says Maureen Duffy-Boose, founder and president of the Covenant of Unitarian Universalist pagans, a national pagan group.
... 'Even in our culture in 2007, the normal cultural response is that pagans are weird,' Duffy-Boose said. 'I know people who have lost their children because of this religion. I know people that have lost jobs. I know one person who was actually evicted from her apartment.'
Prejudice occurs because pagans have been the subject of '1,000 years of negative propaganda,' says Gretchen Faulk, founder of the Order of Our Lady of Salt, a pagan group in Salt Lake City.
One woman, who asked not to be identified, says she lost her job as a public school teacher when it was discovered she was Wiccan."
I gasped and gaped at the screen. "What am I reading!" I thought to myself, "surely this is not from our times!" But a lass, it is.
What world are we living in, and more importantly Americans, what country are we living in that allows such judgments to be passed because of religious beliefs?
Was not our own country founded because Pilgrims were fleeing from England's prosecution of their religion?
You don't know? Look it up!
It's not the same thing? Explain how so!
Pagans are bad? Do your damn research!!!
You don't care? ...well, that's the reason the world is in the shape it's in. Isn't it?
Something to think about. I suggest you think.
-Terra
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Someone Jacked My Work!!!
I'm an author on fanfiction.net. So far I only have one story, cause I work slow and such. But I was happy to have found a place to post my creativity and it not be copied and plagiarized.
Well, I checked my account today and I have this as a review:
Sarah
2010-04-09 . chapter 1
So I am not a big commenter, but I thought you would like to know someone has coppied your work. You might have gave her permission, but it doesn't say so. Also a big hint is all of it is Harry Potter, but then one part says,"Katara grabs my arm, "Zuko… You can sleep under the blankets. I trust you."
and it has a bit more. Once again, I thought I would let you know.
I'm SO very glad that this Sarah was nice enough to tell me. But OMG! Am I angry!
People that copy other people's works are the worst kind of people. I work hard for my ideas and when I write something I like enough to want to share it, I'd like to not be copied. -sigh-
Oh! If fan fictions are your thing, here's my link:
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1956689/
Well, I checked my account today and I have this as a review:
Sarah
2010-04-09 . chapter 1
So I am not a big commenter, but I thought you would like to know someone has coppied your work. You might have gave her permission, but it doesn't say so. Also a big hint is all of it is Harry Potter, but then one part says,"Katara grabs my arm, "Zuko… You can sleep under the blankets. I trust you."
and it has a bit more. Once again, I thought I would let you know.
I'm SO very glad that this Sarah was nice enough to tell me. But OMG! Am I angry!
People that copy other people's works are the worst kind of people. I work hard for my ideas and when I write something I like enough to want to share it, I'd like to not be copied. -sigh-
Oh! If fan fictions are your thing, here's my link:
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1956689/
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
GQ Encounter 2: Jacob Black Look-A-Like
A few days ago, My Mom, her boyfriend and I went to Barnes & Noble to get a cookbook called: Readers Digest: Down Home Cooking. We filed in and headed straight for the Starbucks, because lets face it, Starbucks is every coffee lovers brand of crack.
After getting my Soy Milk White Chocolate Mocha & Carmel Frapp, I said "see ya" to Mommy Dearest and went of to find a few books to devour. I spot the Fiction section and begin strolling and browsing down the first aisle.
From behind me, in a walk way just out of the Fiction section, two voices come close enough to hear. I perk my ears and listen like the sneaky ninja I am & like all women do. We try to decipher if their voices sound hot, cause odds are: if his voice sounds like sex, he is probably eye candy.
The first voice was from an older guy. He was talking about some literature and obviously trying to pour his "knowledge" out on to the other guy. Instantly, I was able to draw to conclusions:
1. The older gent felt the need to "out-do" the other guy and he saw him as competition,
2. This meant the second guy was most likely younger and better looking.
About time I draw these conclusions, a deep, smooth voice answers to the older guy. Instantly, my breath catches, 'dear Lord, could a voice say "I'm-a-sex-god" more than that!?!?'
After, recovering (slightly), I chance a glance over my shoulder to see first the older gent. I was dead on. He was about 45-50, rather short and rather chunky. He had his hands on his hips and his shoulders squared as he rambled on about what was most likely bullshit. I put my hand over my mouth to choke back a giggle.
That's when a pair of brown eyes catch mine, my breathing stops and my face instantly flushes. The second guy is looking right at me with a knowing smirk. He had heard my giggle and apparently agreed with my opinion of the older guy. I smiled at him and was rewarded with a blindingly white smile.
The older guy looked up at the 6'something, hotty of a man hunk and repeated something, all though the words I couldn't recall. Apparently, hottness didn't notice either, because he didn't move his eyes from my gaze. Old man glances in my direction in annoyance. I blush and spin around to face the books.
As I attempt to collect myself, (and most importantly, not hyperventilate) I assess mentally the hotty behind me.
He was at least 6'3, easily more. Lean built, with a nice chest and arms. (I thank whoever made the shirt he had on, cause dear lord did it fit him snugly.) He was obviously of Native American decent, with his dark complexion and his long black hair. His eyes were brown, but like a honey brown. His mouth screamed "kiss me" and he had a perfect, panty dropping smile. This is what Jacob Black (from Twilight) would look like if he was around my age and hotter.
I shifted unconsciously. Oh yeah, this guy was for sure a 20 on a 1-10 scale.
I zoned back into their conversation just in time to hear the old guy say, "Let me show you this over here." The air shifted around me and the older guy walked past me bringing with him a super strong, super nasty cologne scent with him. Then a warmer, musk and spice scent hit me. I swooned even more, 'even "Mr. Jacob's" smell is addicting'. A warm hand brushes against mine and I glance up to see him wink at me as he passes to follow the other guy.
A shiver runs through me. I stand there blinking at the bookshelf trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. When my mom's voice calls from behind. I whirl around to find her looking at me with her eyes wide and her brows raised in that universal girl body talk of 'Holy Hell, did you see that! He is hot'. I shake my head in agreement when she says something about... something. We part ways and I go back to looking for a book.
I find Vampire Darcy's Desire and nab it, then head off to the New Age section for kicks. As I dodge a hefty woman with a bad attitude, and re-balance my feet work, I feel like someone is watching me. I glance of to my right to find the Jacob-Look-a-like watching me with a sexy ass smirk. Apparently, he had seen my near death experience with Rhino Hag and then my near eat the carpet move, and found it amusing. 'Sexy, cocky bastard.'
I threw him a smile as I walk past him to the New Age. I'm browsing but finding nothing, so I turn to leave only to smack into a firm, warm chest. That's right, it's Mr. Sexy Native Man. He chuckles and says sorry.
I smile (and blush) and say, "Your sorry? I ran into you."
He smiles a brilliant smile, "I guess so," his face goes mock serious, "you should watch were your going."
I laugh, "I should," I manage to tease back, but I turn serious and quickly add, "I am sorry. Are you alright?"
To this I get a booming laugh, "I'm fine. I'm more worried about you." He gives me an eye over.
I blush and stammer out that I'm fine. He smiles, then old man comes round the corner and says he found the book. Sexy Jacob guy gives me an exasperated look then smiles and winks, before following the Older Guy (whom I really want to punch in the face).
I finish up browsing and decide to go look for Mom.
As I walk I read the back of The Other Mr. Darcy, I round the corner to the Fiction section and smack into a warm, firm chest, which rumbles with laughter.
That's correct my Dear's, I ran into Hotty twice. I start stumbling out apologies, which causes him to laugh and smile and shake his hands dismissively, "It's alright. No biggie. I don't mind a pretty girl running into me," he sends me a wink.
"Oh, umm..." I blush and look down awkwardly.
He chuckles, "Here let me help you," he says as he reaches for the two large books I'm balancing with my coffee and wallet.
Just then Mom and her boyfriend round the corner, "Oh! There you are!"
Jacob Look-A-Like blushes (muah ha ha! Pay back!) and takes a step away from me, causing me to notice just how close we had been. "I was just looking for you," I answer her and sneakily send her a 'Don't you dare say a word' look.
Of course mom's awkward, personal space invading boyfriend is now standing way to close the Hotty-Jacob Dude, that he shifts uncomfortably. I give him an apologetic look, and he smiles back shyly. "Thank you. And I'm sorry about running into you... again," I say to him.
He chuckles, "Don't worry about it and the pleasure was all mine." He smiles and waves before turning and walking away, but not before giving Mom's boyfriend an odd look.
I sigh as I watch him round a corner, but was pulled out of my thoughts by Mom, "he was cute," she wriggles her brows.
I roll my eyes, "You could say that." I pass her boyfriend an 'just for the record, I hate you' glance.
She smiles before leading me to the front door, "He looks like Jacob Black, from those Twilight movies, if only he was older... and hotter.”
I laugh, as that was what was going through my mind at that exact moment.
After getting my Soy Milk White Chocolate Mocha & Carmel Frapp, I said "see ya" to Mommy Dearest and went of to find a few books to devour. I spot the Fiction section and begin strolling and browsing down the first aisle.
From behind me, in a walk way just out of the Fiction section, two voices come close enough to hear. I perk my ears and listen like the sneaky ninja I am & like all women do. We try to decipher if their voices sound hot, cause odds are: if his voice sounds like sex, he is probably eye candy.
The first voice was from an older guy. He was talking about some literature and obviously trying to pour his "knowledge" out on to the other guy. Instantly, I was able to draw to conclusions:
1. The older gent felt the need to "out-do" the other guy and he saw him as competition,
2. This meant the second guy was most likely younger and better looking.
About time I draw these conclusions, a deep, smooth voice answers to the older guy. Instantly, my breath catches, 'dear Lord, could a voice say "I'm-a-sex-god" more than that!?!?'
After, recovering (slightly), I chance a glance over my shoulder to see first the older gent. I was dead on. He was about 45-50, rather short and rather chunky. He had his hands on his hips and his shoulders squared as he rambled on about what was most likely bullshit. I put my hand over my mouth to choke back a giggle.
That's when a pair of brown eyes catch mine, my breathing stops and my face instantly flushes. The second guy is looking right at me with a knowing smirk. He had heard my giggle and apparently agreed with my opinion of the older guy. I smiled at him and was rewarded with a blindingly white smile.
The older guy looked up at the 6'something, hotty of a man hunk and repeated something, all though the words I couldn't recall. Apparently, hottness didn't notice either, because he didn't move his eyes from my gaze. Old man glances in my direction in annoyance. I blush and spin around to face the books.
As I attempt to collect myself, (and most importantly, not hyperventilate) I assess mentally the hotty behind me.
He was at least 6'3, easily more. Lean built, with a nice chest and arms. (I thank whoever made the shirt he had on, cause dear lord did it fit him snugly.) He was obviously of Native American decent, with his dark complexion and his long black hair. His eyes were brown, but like a honey brown. His mouth screamed "kiss me" and he had a perfect, panty dropping smile. This is what Jacob Black (from Twilight) would look like if he was around my age and hotter.
I shifted unconsciously. Oh yeah, this guy was for sure a 20 on a 1-10 scale.
I zoned back into their conversation just in time to hear the old guy say, "Let me show you this over here." The air shifted around me and the older guy walked past me bringing with him a super strong, super nasty cologne scent with him. Then a warmer, musk and spice scent hit me. I swooned even more, 'even "Mr. Jacob's" smell is addicting'. A warm hand brushes against mine and I glance up to see him wink at me as he passes to follow the other guy.
A shiver runs through me. I stand there blinking at the bookshelf trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. When my mom's voice calls from behind. I whirl around to find her looking at me with her eyes wide and her brows raised in that universal girl body talk of 'Holy Hell, did you see that! He is hot'. I shake my head in agreement when she says something about... something. We part ways and I go back to looking for a book.
I find Vampire Darcy's Desire and nab it, then head off to the New Age section for kicks. As I dodge a hefty woman with a bad attitude, and re-balance my feet work, I feel like someone is watching me. I glance of to my right to find the Jacob-Look-a-like watching me with a sexy ass smirk. Apparently, he had seen my near death experience with Rhino Hag and then my near eat the carpet move, and found it amusing. 'Sexy, cocky bastard.'
I threw him a smile as I walk past him to the New Age. I'm browsing but finding nothing, so I turn to leave only to smack into a firm, warm chest. That's right, it's Mr. Sexy Native Man. He chuckles and says sorry.
I smile (and blush) and say, "Your sorry? I ran into you."
He smiles a brilliant smile, "I guess so," his face goes mock serious, "you should watch were your going."
I laugh, "I should," I manage to tease back, but I turn serious and quickly add, "I am sorry. Are you alright?"
To this I get a booming laugh, "I'm fine. I'm more worried about you." He gives me an eye over.
I blush and stammer out that I'm fine. He smiles, then old man comes round the corner and says he found the book. Sexy Jacob guy gives me an exasperated look then smiles and winks, before following the Older Guy (whom I really want to punch in the face).
I finish up browsing and decide to go look for Mom.
As I walk I read the back of The Other Mr. Darcy, I round the corner to the Fiction section and smack into a warm, firm chest, which rumbles with laughter.
That's correct my Dear's, I ran into Hotty twice. I start stumbling out apologies, which causes him to laugh and smile and shake his hands dismissively, "It's alright. No biggie. I don't mind a pretty girl running into me," he sends me a wink.
"Oh, umm..." I blush and look down awkwardly.
He chuckles, "Here let me help you," he says as he reaches for the two large books I'm balancing with my coffee and wallet.
Just then Mom and her boyfriend round the corner, "Oh! There you are!"
Jacob Look-A-Like blushes (muah ha ha! Pay back!) and takes a step away from me, causing me to notice just how close we had been. "I was just looking for you," I answer her and sneakily send her a 'Don't you dare say a word' look.
Of course mom's awkward, personal space invading boyfriend is now standing way to close the Hotty-Jacob Dude, that he shifts uncomfortably. I give him an apologetic look, and he smiles back shyly. "Thank you. And I'm sorry about running into you... again," I say to him.
He chuckles, "Don't worry about it and the pleasure was all mine." He smiles and waves before turning and walking away, but not before giving Mom's boyfriend an odd look.
I sigh as I watch him round a corner, but was pulled out of my thoughts by Mom, "he was cute," she wriggles her brows.
I roll my eyes, "You could say that." I pass her boyfriend an 'just for the record, I hate you' glance.
She smiles before leading me to the front door, "He looks like Jacob Black, from those Twilight movies, if only he was older... and hotter.”
I laugh, as that was what was going through my mind at that exact moment.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
GQ Guy Encounter 1: Caleb
Caleb
On April 24th, I went to the book store to pick up a book for mom. After I nabbed it and called her to tell her I found it, I poked around the Fiction & Literature section. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, just something to catch my eye.
I knelt down to eye the bottom row and spotted "Shakespeare's Sonnets", I was flipping through a few poems, and I landed on Sonnet #4. A shadow moved over the book making it hard to see the words. I was about to move over when I guys voice from behind me spoke for literately right beside my ear. He said:
"Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?"
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?"
I gasped and fell of balance (I was resting my rump on my heels) and landed on my butt. I looked up at the guy with a scowl, but trust me, it didn't last long. Standing in front of me was the hottest guy I think I've ever seen in my life. I'm pretty sure I was gaping at him at this point. He had wavy sandy blond hair and was just slightly darker than me, I think, but what caught me was his eyes. I have never met anyone with dark green eyes before, but this eye had them, and holy crow more men should. Here was this freakin' Apollo standin' in front of me and all I could do was stare at him looking like a damn fish out of water.
He chuckled at me and offered his hand and began the poem again:
"Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend..." at this point I think I must have given him my hand, because suddenly I was up and close to him, "...And being frank, she lends to those are free."
I blinked a few times and he chuckled again, "I'm sorry I scared you. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I shuttered out like an idiot.
He smiled (his teeth were freakin' perfect and white) and let go of my hand (which I forgot he was still holding) then retrieved the book from the ground. "I'm actually not really a fan of Shakespeare," he said as he placed the book back in my hands. I mumbled a thank you and realized how hot my cheeks felt... which made them get redder. (Mind you when I blush it spreads like wildfire, so surely I looked like a damned tomato). He smiled and said, "William Blake is more my thing."
I snapped out of my daze and manged to respond intelligently, "He is my favorite."
"Really? Which one?"
"The Tiger," I smiled slightly, thinking 'this guy is hot and like poetry!?! God I hope he is not gay.'
He smiled back at me, "Tiger, tiger, burning bright ; In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?" At this point I think I was back to gaping, cause he chuckled and said, "that's my favorite too." He stuck out his hand again, "I'm Caleb."
I shook his hand, "Terra."
"So, you come here often?" he smiles.
We talked for a while about books, and then my little brother called. He wanted to know when I'd be home.
After I hung up, Caleb said, "have to leave?"
"Yeah," I glanced outside and noticed it was dark.
Caleb did to, "Yeah, it is getting late." He smiles at me and walks me to the front cashier. After I check out, he walks me to my car, "Well, it was nice to meet you."
I smile back, "Yeah, you too."
He then proceeds to help me in the car (that's right girls! He freakin' helped me in the car!!!!) and then says, "I'll see you around. Good Night."
I manage to mumble a night back to him... I think. ...Then he shuts the door and walks over to a hot looking black motorcycle (IDK what kind all I know is that those kind are called crotch rockets.)
After I shamelessly watch him get on the thing (GOOD GOD he had a nice butt) I somehow managed to start my car and drive home with out wrecking.
I get home then I realize what an idiot I am... I didn't even give him my number or anything. >.< ARG!
Go figure.
Oh well, hopefully I'll see him there again. -crosses fingers-
It Has To Be In The Water!!!!
Since moving here to Utah, I have noticed something rather... interesting.
The ratio of Ugly Men to Unbelievably, Drop-Dead Gorgeous Men is severely out-of-whack in the best way possible.
Everywhere you turn there is a guy that looks like he just popped out of the pages of GQ. If this keeps up, I might need to get my heart checked out. So far, I have had 2 encounters that left me thoroughly befuddled and in need of a cigarette (mind I don't smoke nor have I ever. lol)
I'll post the stories next.
The ratio of Ugly Men to Unbelievably, Drop-Dead Gorgeous Men is severely out-of-whack in the best way possible.
Everywhere you turn there is a guy that looks like he just popped out of the pages of GQ. If this keeps up, I might need to get my heart checked out. So far, I have had 2 encounters that left me thoroughly befuddled and in need of a cigarette (mind I don't smoke nor have I ever. lol)
I'll post the stories next.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Now That You Know A Bit About Me...
It's time to get to it then.
Now, you know how a Texas girl came to live in Utah. If that story lost you along the way, be glad I didn't start from birth. lol ....but seriously. Be glad.
So, some things you need to know before I really get this going how I want it to:
~If I refer to my Dad, it's not my biological one. But my step-father turned adoptive dad. (Don't ask just nod.)
~Yes, my mom is my real one.
~I am random... so my posts will relate.
~Some posts might be in present. Some might be the past. Don't worry I'll let you know. lol
I guess that's it. Let's get started then. ^_^
Now, you know how a Texas girl came to live in Utah. If that story lost you along the way, be glad I didn't start from birth. lol ....but seriously. Be glad.
So, some things you need to know before I really get this going how I want it to:
~If I refer to my Dad, it's not my biological one. But my step-father turned adoptive dad. (Don't ask just nod.)
~Yes, my mom is my real one.
~I am random... so my posts will relate.
~Some posts might be in present. Some might be the past. Don't worry I'll let you know. lol
I guess that's it. Let's get started then. ^_^
Chapter Two: Turn A New Leaf
After arriving in Utah, me and my then boyfriend (who was still in Texas) were excitedly planning our future together... in Utah. He was to move the following summer and together we'd go to the U of U.
However, shortly after my arriving in my new home, I came upon the realization that: 1. he really didn't want to move to Utah,and more importantly, 2. we weren't right for each other. No matter the pain involved, I ended it. Which resulted in a good few months of insults being exchanged, then apologies, some "i miss you's", a few "I hate you's", some naughty pics and im's, and finally I said ENOUGH!
This resulted in the severing of ALL communications with him. And in a way, lead to me evolving and finding myself. Which in turn lead to me creating this.
These are pics of us: 1, on our way to visit Utah (before my move), and 2, checking out our future school (again before my move).
However, shortly after my arriving in my new home, I came upon the realization that: 1. he really didn't want to move to Utah,and more importantly, 2. we weren't right for each other. No matter the pain involved, I ended it. Which resulted in a good few months of insults being exchanged, then apologies, some "i miss you's", a few "I hate you's", some naughty pics and im's, and finally I said ENOUGH!
This resulted in the severing of ALL communications with him. And in a way, lead to me evolving and finding myself. Which in turn lead to me creating this.
Chapter One: A Texan In Utah
So, I was born in Texas in 1990. I spent the following 17 years of my life, growing up, in Texas. Sure, I had traveled.
In fact, I had traveled a lot. I had been to almost every state East of Texas, from Florida to Maine. I had been to Canada. (Oddly enough however, never have been to Mexico...) In total, I have been to 34 states.
I was adventurous by nature, so I was always game for seeing new places and doing new things. And, I always could return home to Texas when I was done.
But, all of that changed during the summer of my Junior year and Senior year, when my Mother and Step-Father got a divorce.
In the months following, my mother became involved with a friend. A friend who just so happened to live 1163 miles away... in Salt Lake City, Utah.
I refused to move right before my senior year. So, I stayed with family while, first my mom and then my brother, moved across the country.
After graduation, I stayed in Texas for a year and went to school to get my basics.
During this year, I really grew up. (As being practically on your own does.) It was really good for me. I had always been an "old soul", but this was really what I needed.
I experienced my first true love, with a guy who had been one of my very best friends before hand. (which I highly recommend) I experienced cheating, sadly on my part. (Lesson learned!) I experienced heartbreak. I had friendships growing, and also discovered that some ties were better left to dwindle. I saw friends turn into druggies. I saw friends study to preach.
But, alas, at the end of a years time, I discovered that (get ready for the shocker) I missed my mother and (brace yourself) my little brother. I also saw that sadly, at this time, Texas held nothing for me. Not in the "nothing-here-I-care-about" way, but more along the "if I want to better myself, I need to GTFO of here."
So, current (amazing) relationship be damned, I packed my car and had my Mother fly down and together, we drove all the way to Utah.
In fact, I had traveled a lot. I had been to almost every state East of Texas, from Florida to Maine. I had been to Canada. (Oddly enough however, never have been to Mexico...) In total, I have been to 34 states.
I was adventurous by nature, so I was always game for seeing new places and doing new things. And, I always could return home to Texas when I was done.
Here's a picture of me on my Biological Father's Land in Livingston, TX. Me in Wranglers & Justin Boots, with my Mustang horse and Black Lab dog.
But, all of that changed during the summer of my Junior year and Senior year, when my Mother and Step-Father got a divorce.
In the months following, my mother became involved with a friend. A friend who just so happened to live 1163 miles away... in Salt Lake City, Utah.
I refused to move right before my senior year. So, I stayed with family while, first my mom and then my brother, moved across the country.
After graduation, I stayed in Texas for a year and went to school to get my basics.
During this year, I really grew up. (As being practically on your own does.) It was really good for me. I had always been an "old soul", but this was really what I needed.
I experienced my first true love, with a guy who had been one of my very best friends before hand. (which I highly recommend) I experienced cheating, sadly on my part. (Lesson learned!) I experienced heartbreak. I had friendships growing, and also discovered that some ties were better left to dwindle. I saw friends turn into druggies. I saw friends study to preach.
But, alas, at the end of a years time, I discovered that (get ready for the shocker) I missed my mother and (brace yourself) my little brother. I also saw that sadly, at this time, Texas held nothing for me. Not in the "nothing-here-I-care-about" way, but more along the "if I want to better myself, I need to GTFO of here."
So, current (amazing) relationship be damned, I packed my car and had my Mother fly down and together, we drove all the way to Utah.
Note: Boxes in the back of my car. This was right after I arrived to Utah. Hadn't even fully unpacked my car yet.
Very First Entry
So here we are.
The very first entry of my very first (and most likely only that I will ever have) blog.
I suppose I'll start us off with what this Blog will be about. Just as the tittle implies this is (for all intents and purposes) a blog about me. My life, my experiences, my acquaintances, books I've read, songs that have touched me, and things I write.
To put it simply, my lovelies, this is life. Life through my eyes.
At some points it may make you laugh, make you cry, make you raise your little brow in confusion, but it will get a response because this is real. The real me. Out here in the cyber-verse, virtually naked with my diary for all to read.
Thank you for reading.
Sincerely,
Terra
The very first entry of my very first (and most likely only that I will ever have) blog.
I suppose I'll start us off with what this Blog will be about. Just as the tittle implies this is (for all intents and purposes) a blog about me. My life, my experiences, my acquaintances, books I've read, songs that have touched me, and things I write.
To put it simply, my lovelies, this is life. Life through my eyes.
At some points it may make you laugh, make you cry, make you raise your little brow in confusion, but it will get a response because this is real. The real me. Out here in the cyber-verse, virtually naked with my diary for all to read.
Thank you for reading.
Sincerely,
Terra
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