If it sounds a little crazy, this is the message I sent to like a 100+ guys on facebook
I've been trying to get this project ready for a year now but never really knew what I was doing or had the time. Many of you may have heard of the Vh1 special, "Undateable", if not it's basically about all the things that guys do that makes women not want to date them. Honestly, I think that if a guy is the way he is, he probably won't change himself too much.
Okay, what's the point of this project? Well, I want to know what GIRLS do to make GUYS not want to date them. Certain things as how they dress, what to do on a first date, any date, what not to do on any date, etc. Everything and anything that would make you or any other guy not want to date a girl and most importantly WHY. Be serious, make jokes, be funny, it doesn't matter. I'm asking this and it's not a must. I just think that these facts should just get out there. Thank you for reading and your participation.
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Friday, June 4, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
The Road I've Taken (Well, the one I will)
I thought I understood Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken". It popped up into my head when I read a recent status of a person who is, well it's pretty hard to explain who this chick is but she has never been a great person to me since what, 5th grade? Anyways, so after reading this Myspace status, I clicked on her page and the results of it was, well, not too satisfying. I felt I had two choices.
The choices are similar because they deal with all three of us but different because they will of course have different effects.” Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both," is how Frost starts this classic poem. I know that I can never do both choices. They start off on the same path but something is dividing it. Something, something noticeable. Something that you just can't walk through and basically do both, but have to just choose.
"And be one traveler, long I stood, And looked down one as far as I could, To where it bent in the undergrowth;" Right now, I am the only one who knows this problem at this moment in my head. I just sat there, looking, reading and rereading and thinking. I sat and thought about where both paths would lead me to and which one is greater or better than the other.
"Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same," Each choice seems to have the same ending of unhappiness. Could the ending really be two different endings? If so which would be better, they, from what I imagine, both suck and are the same. The end would be well, the end of us.
"And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back" In the morning, Monday morning I mean, I will have my decision made already. That is exactly when I will chose my path and walk down it. However, I don’t think I can save the other except for in a memory. Maybe I can walk down it the next time around because at this moment, I doubt that I will ever be able to return to where it first started.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh. Somewhere ages and ages hence:" If I make a mistake with this and it causes such trouble or if this made a big difference in my life, I know I'm going to tell someone along this path whether it helped or not. That's what mistakes are for. I'd probably even blog on it. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." Maybe, confrontation is the on less traveled by. Maybe that will make all the difference. Maybe it is the right way to go. But I am unsure like the rest of the world how this poem ends. What did he mean? Is he happy with his choice or not? Will I be happy with my choice or not? Is he sighing of sadness or is it a good sigh of looking back and reminiscing? If I make this choice, will I know the true feeling at the end of this poem? Is this poem from experience or just a silly, clever little thought in mind of Mr. Robert Frost? I've always been told that I am just a silly little girl. Will I make a silly mistake or have a clever experience? Will I have a good outcome? I'll just let what little piece of my heart I have left to guide me on what to do tomorrow. I'll take the road less traveled. The road that will rest my heart and that, that will make all of the difference for me...
The choices are similar because they deal with all three of us but different because they will of course have different effects.” Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both," is how Frost starts this classic poem. I know that I can never do both choices. They start off on the same path but something is dividing it. Something, something noticeable. Something that you just can't walk through and basically do both, but have to just choose.
"And be one traveler, long I stood, And looked down one as far as I could, To where it bent in the undergrowth;" Right now, I am the only one who knows this problem at this moment in my head. I just sat there, looking, reading and rereading and thinking. I sat and thought about where both paths would lead me to and which one is greater or better than the other.
"Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same," Each choice seems to have the same ending of unhappiness. Could the ending really be two different endings? If so which would be better, they, from what I imagine, both suck and are the same. The end would be well, the end of us.
"And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back" In the morning, Monday morning I mean, I will have my decision made already. That is exactly when I will chose my path and walk down it. However, I don’t think I can save the other except for in a memory. Maybe I can walk down it the next time around because at this moment, I doubt that I will ever be able to return to where it first started.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh. Somewhere ages and ages hence:" If I make a mistake with this and it causes such trouble or if this made a big difference in my life, I know I'm going to tell someone along this path whether it helped or not. That's what mistakes are for. I'd probably even blog on it. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." Maybe, confrontation is the on less traveled by. Maybe that will make all the difference. Maybe it is the right way to go. But I am unsure like the rest of the world how this poem ends. What did he mean? Is he happy with his choice or not? Will I be happy with my choice or not? Is he sighing of sadness or is it a good sigh of looking back and reminiscing? If I make this choice, will I know the true feeling at the end of this poem? Is this poem from experience or just a silly, clever little thought in mind of Mr. Robert Frost? I've always been told that I am just a silly little girl. Will I make a silly mistake or have a clever experience? Will I have a good outcome? I'll just let what little piece of my heart I have left to guide me on what to do tomorrow. I'll take the road less traveled. The road that will rest my heart and that, that will make all of the difference for me...
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