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Mar. 13th, 2011

It seems that I'm always bitching about men. But I need to write this down.

So...

I used to be one of those girls that would dress for guys. Have you ever heard people say 'Some girls dress for other girls, while some girls dress for men'? I was the latter. Now, I didn't have my tits or ass hanging out, but I would wear tight clothes. This started when I was 13 and lasted until the end of my first year of college.

I would hear several different things from people about guys. There are so many strikes against me.

'Guys don't like girls with glasses!'
'Guys don't like girls with retainers!'
'Guys don't like girls that are skinny!'
'Guys don't like girls that are weird!'
'Guys don't like girls that are opinionated!'
'Guys don't like girls that are nerdy!'

So I took all those strikes against me into account and realized that dressing for men didn't do shit for me. So I said fuck it, I'll start wearing whatever the hell I want. I'll continue rocking my glasses. I will wear my retainer to bed like I do each and every night. I won't stuff myself with junk food like I have in the past in order to gain more weight. I will continue being 'weird'. I will continue to say what's on my mind. And yes, I am nerdy.

Who gives a shit about what a man thinks?

Jun. 9th, 2010

The reason why my ex dumped me was simple; he 'wasn't happy'. I know this will sound wrong, but I feel that he was the mostly responsible for the relationship going downhill and I think he recognized that. A month ago, things were fine. He took his police test back in Feb and got the results back a month later and found out that he failed. Failing the test meant that he wasted $250 and would have to wait 6 months to write it again. My mom has a friend that is an officer and he said he failed the test the first time and that most people do fail it the first time. To be honest, it seems like a way for these test people to make money, but hey.

Since failing the test, he became so unhappy with himself. I told him to dust himself and just study the material. Since he wrote the test, he knows what to expect now. He also felt that he was working a dead-end job. Keep in mind that he's 21 and graduated from college last year. Let's be realistic here, you can't expect your dream job, right away. With these two things combined, he started feeling depressed.

If it's one thing I learned, it's that he needs to be patient. I feel that he was very impatient during our relationship. He would force me to open up to him, when I honestly wasn't ready. It's not like I knew him beforehand, so I don't know how he expected to know everything about me in the span on 5 months. I also feel that he's in a hurry to find Ms. Right but he doesn't seem to know what he wants.

Many guys around my age claim to know what they want: 'Oh, I want a good girl, they're hard to find!' No you fucking don't. Most guys my age are still immature as hell and are still trying to find who they are. I consider myself a good girl, so when a good girl like myself gets dumped for dumb reasons or cheated on, it makes us feel like maybe we shouldn't be so good after all.

Sometimes, I really feel like the next guy I date, I should treat like a total bitch, but then, that wouldn't feel right to me. Suppose I do that, and the guy turns out to be Mr. Right? Then I would be just like the silly 20-22 year old males I just ranted about. :P
Wasted 5 months of my life. Maybe relationships just aren't for me.

Weird dream

I have to post this quick before I forget. This is the second time I've had this dream.

It started out with me sitting on some grass near a sidewalk, watching a parade. I'm not sure where the parade was, the surroundings didn't look familiar. So I go back to my hotel room after the parade is done (I'm in another country, I figured)and I end up in the wrong room. A young Asian boy enters and is like 'Hey! This is my room!' and I say sorry and leave and I realize I took the wrong turn. I go into my actual room and for some reason I had a gun on me and I put it in one of the drawers in my room. All of a sudden, the door bursts open and a guy runs in pointing a gun at me.

That's all I remember, but I know there was more. I blame this dream on watching too much Chuck.

Apr. 26th, 2010

Hi!

I created a twitter account: http://twitter.com/dija_king

So follow, although my tweets aren't as funny as my FB status updates, but you'll get to see this awesome MJ tribute I saw on a music store's garage.

P.S. Where can I get awesome layouts for a free LJ account? I've had this lame layout for far too long and it was only supposed to be temporary. I want a layout that's simple and fashion inspired, so if you know if any comms that have layouts like that, please point me in that direction. ;)
Just a quick post:

-Internship is going great, although it gets a bit challenging at times
-Me and my man, we're still going strong
-I got a new job at a high-end boutique in downtown Toronto!
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Say hello to Fashion magazine's newest beauty intern!!! ME.
I keep having to battle bitches recently. My teacher ranted at me because she didn't like the SOT I produced for our webcast today. She said I didn't put forth my best effort. Then she proceeded to ask me why I'm here if I hate the program so much. I told her my mom wants me to be here and I'm black and I need an education. She then tells me it's not fair to my classmates that I don't put my best effort in and she said that I took others students spot that were interested in the program.

1. I don't really give a fuck about my classmates. I hate most of them and I have nothing to prove to them. If they're not happy with my work, they can go suck my tits.

2. She's talking complete bullshit that other students were interested in the program. The students that chose to graduate after second year ALL said that they were not interested in the taking the 3rd year option, so that is complete bullshit.

3. There are PLENTY of students in the program that HATE it just as much as I do, but she chooses to pick on me. Probably because I'm very vocal about it.

If she fails me, that bitch will have to see me again next year. I'm so done with school.
I'm sorry but I need to rage right now. I rarely post about work, out of fear that someone from work may read this, but I don't give a fuck anymore. As you all know, I got my wisdom teeth out on Monday. I'm still recovering from it.

I was scheduled to work today, but I told them I may not be well enough to come in. Well, I'm not. My face is still swollen, my jaw is still sore and I'm talking funny. I called my work and my fucking manager doesn't believe me. She says my voice sounds fine. Umm, what? Bitch, I'm in major pain, why the fuck do you want me to come in? I'm so fucking fed up with work and I can't wait to hand in my two weeks once I find a job and laugh in those miserable bitches. I explained to this fucking hag that my painkillers cause me to fall asleep and I still need to take them, so I don't think it would be wise for me to come in. So this bitch told me to come in tomorrow. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. And I'm gonna take a painkiller right before I go in. She can go suck a big fat one.

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