How Much I Hate Guys: Part Four

As the week went on I began forgetting how much I knew Jake was a horrible person and I began to like him more and more. Little did I know what a huge mistake that was... but then again I'm human and we all make mistakes.
Monday went by without a single problem. All because I hid my money in my bra. When Tuesday swung around I went to my classes and immediately drove to NoDa to see him. That seemed to be the highlight of my day. After all I had no where else to go and no one else to see. We hung out and as the day went on he asked if I would take him to his friend Zach's house. Of course, I said yes. Then I found out it was near South Mecklenburg High School, which is a good 20-30 minute drive from his house. But I sucked it up and took him anyway. The whole time I was completely annoyed. He wouldn't listen to the music I liked and huffed and puffed when I told him to put his seatbelt on because I wasn't getting a ticket for his dumbass. I sped over to Zach's house because I wanted to get out of that car as fast as possible. When we arrived at Zach's apartment, three boys came up to us. I remembered meeting two of them at the concert at Amos' but the third boy was someone I didn't know at all. He introduced himself as Grayson and told me he was thirteen years old. I thought,"What the fuck is a twenty year old man hanging out with sixteen and thirteen year olds?" I could tell they knew I was confused because I had an odd look on my face. Luckily, they chose to ignore it and proceeded to ask Jake, who they called Dad, to walk with them to the Rite Aid and buy them cigarettes. He agreed and said we would walk there. I despise walking so I wasn't too happy when he said no to letting me drive over there. So I walked with them to the Rite Aid where Jake bought them cigarettes. As we were walking back, I kept twenty feet or so infront of them just because I was so annoyed with how stupid these kids were and how immature Jake was. I spent about another hour with them and then went home. Jake said he would be spending the night at Zach's house and he would call me in the morning. I said goodbye to him and drove home to finally get some sleep.
Wednesday morning came around and I was taking my mom to work when Jake sent me a text saying he had been sleeping in a shed off South Blvd and was freezing cold. I had time to pick him up before I had class so I offered to swing by and grab him. He said yes so after I dropped my mom off I went to pick him up. When he got in my car I told him he would have to wait in my car while I was in class and that I would be out by 10:45. He had no problem with that so I parked in a parking space in one of the lots and proceeded to put on my makeup. After I put my "face" on, I said goodbye and went to class. I was so bored during class and I just couldn't wait for it to end. As soon as my professor dismissed us I ran out the door and hauled ass to my car. When I got there Jake was sleeping. I had locked him in the car so I had to bang on the window to wake him up. He jumped awake and opened my doors for me. I took him back to Cory's house and when we got there he told him that he stole a bunch of stuff from Zach. That's when I knew for sure it was him who had stolen from me. He pulled out four or five shirts, a pair of shoes, video games, and two pairs of pants. I asked him why he would steal from his friend and he said,"Because Zach is fucking stupid and deserved it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, let alone what I was seeing. I hung out with him until it was time to pick up my mom. He asked if he could tag along so I let him. I had asked my mom if it was okay if he spent the night and she said yes. Well he had left his phone in my car so before he got in the car I looked at it and saw a text from some girl saying,"Damn babe." I was enraged and just wanted to murder him. I asked him about it and he laughed and said she was in love with him and he just wanted her to leave him alone. I didn't believe that lie for one second.
While we were on our way to pick up my mother he said that he promised his friends, the sixteen and thirteen year olds, that he would hang out with them tonight. I said that was fine and he got out of the car and headed to the bus stop. I was livid that he would ditch me like that but I was also relieved because I knew I wouldn't have to worry about things being stolen from me.
Thursday rolled around and Jake was pumped for the D.R.U.G.S. concert at Amos' the next day. I just wanted to rest and prepare for a long weekend full of parties and crazy fun. His friend AJ showed up and they told me they had no where to stay that night. I felt bad and couldn't let them sleep outside so I called my mom and asked her if they could stay the night at our house. She said that was fine so I brought Jake and AJ to my home. I felt awkward about it and felt like I was making the wrong decision but I chose to ignore it. Jake and I said goodnight to AJ and went to my room. As soon as Jake hit the bed he passed out and proceeded to snore and fart all night long. It took me forever to go to sleep because I wasn't used to sleeping next to someone so noisy. Finally after three hours I fell asleep.
The next day I woke up and got AJ and Jake towels so they could take showers. While they were showering I began to put on my makeup and straighten my hair. After we were all ready I was taking them to Amos' to drop them off. On the way we passed Guitar Center and they asked if we could go there. So I took them over to Guitar Center. As I was pulling up Khristle called me to see if we could have a girls day and go shopping before we went to Scorpios that night. I told her what I was doing and she asked if I would stop by her work. I said yes and dropped Jake and AJ off at Guitar Center and headed over to Applebees. When I got to Applebees Khristle was eating and gave me some of her food because it was two o'clock and I hadn't ate all day. After we finished eating she asked if she could ride with me to drop Jake and AJ off. So she got in my car and we went to pick the boys up to take them to Amos'. As soon as we got there I said bye and drove away, leaving Jake and AJ behind. Khristle and I went to the mall and when we got back to Applebees to get her car I got a phone call from a number I didn't know. I answered it and it was some girl named Krisse. She asked if Jake and I were dating and proceeded to tell me that she was at Amos' with him and they had been making out all night. I was pissed off and told her I was on my way to Amos' to confront him. Khristle drove me to Amos' and when I got there Krisse and her friend Jessica were standing outside. I greeted them and Krisse gave me a hug and said she was so sorry. I told her it wasn't her fault and that I was just mad at Jake. I asked them to go get Jake from inside and bring him outside to where I was. When I saw him he had a blank look on his face. I confronted him about cheating and he said that I caused so much shit for him and that we were over. I told him to be a man and to tell me the real reason why he was breaking up with me. He told me that it was because I would tell him what to do and gave the example of me telling him to put his seatbelt on. That drove me up the wall, I mean damn you are in my car so you better do what I say unless you want to be on the street. He then told me that he was on a cocktail of pills. I told him that was no excuse for his stupidity and that he knew better, if he was in a relationship he was going to behave like he was in one. I then confronted him about stealing from Khristle and I and he gave the lamest excuse I have ever heard. He said,"The Hollister clothes were what my dad bought me. I don't know what happened to your money." I didn't believe that for one second. So I told him that I was glad we were done and to forget I ever existed. As I walked away I noticed people's eyes on me... I guess it was because I was screaming at him because talking just wouldn't cut it for this problem. I got into Khristle's car and sped away from him and promised myself to listen to my gut from now on and to always notice the red flags.
I can't believe I fell for his stupid lies but then again I am gulible and I always like to see the best in people. I just hope that he learns his lesson at some point but I know that karma will bite him in the ass sooner rather than later. I'm just so happy that I only wasted a week on him and that I didn't put up with his bullshit. Even though it took me a while I finally stood up for myself and that is something I have struggled with my whole life. I have learned so much from this disaster and I hope you, the reader, do too. Always listen to the red flags and never put up with liars. You (and I) deserve so much more than that.

Meta-blogging

When I first learned we had to start a blog for our English class I was somewhat pissed off. I didn’t see the point in posting things in a blog once or twice a week.  As I began the writing process I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about but over time everything just started coming to me. I was amazed at how easy writing a blog actually was. I have reviewed my blogs and I am not sure if I have grown as a writer. I would like to think that I have but I honestly have no earthly idea. I feel as though I haven’t grown as a writer, yet I haven’t gotten worse. For me, blogging allows me to speak my mind and that is something I have never really had the chance to do. Although because this is a class blog there are certain topics that I can’t talk about on here that I would talk about if it was a personal blog not related to anything academic. I enjoy the fact that we get to blog in our class because I love hearing about how others have read my blog and think it is awesome. It is definitely an ego booster. While I’ve been writing the “How Much I Hate Guys” blog I have been hearing about how much people have enjoyed reading it and how they can’t wait for the next part to be posted. I find it extremely entertaining that my classmates have read what I’ve wrote and actually like what I have to say. I think it is great how we can interact with each other through our blogs because I feel like that makes it much more personal and I feel like each of us are sharing parts of ourselves when we post a blog. I am surprised at how well the process has been so far.

How Much I Hate Guys: Part Three

     After deciding that Jake was too much for me to handle, I began thinking of ways to break up with him. I asked all of my friends for their advice and no one could give me the answers I was looking for. I just wanted someone to fix my stupid mistake for me. Only I didn't realize that what I wanted others to do for me was something I didn't even have the guts to do myself.
     I wanted to confront Jake for stealing the Hollister gift card and cash from both Khristle and I but I didn't know how, I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell him what a jerk he really was but I couldn't bring myself to utter the words. So I chose to keep my mouth shut because I didn't want to accuse him and then discover that I was wrong. I needed to be one hundred percent sure before I confronted him. I felt horrible because Logan knew what was going on before we even picked Jake and Cory up for bowling. He held onto my money for me and Khristle refused to carry anything on her except her debit card. We got to the bowling alley right off of North Tryon and bought our tickets. I bowled during the first game and got basically gutter ball after gutter ball. I was so embarrassed that I refused to play the rest of the night. Jake got very angry because I didn't want to play anymore, he threw his phone and stomped around like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes and give up caring. His phone kept going off over and over again and he seemed more interested in that than spending time with his girlfriend. That was until his phone went off and he ran into the bathroom to answer it. I rolled my eyes in disbelief at the fact that he could be this immature at the age of twenty.
     When he came out of the bathroom I recieved a text message from Jake saying, "We need to talk." All I could think was here it comes, he is going to break up with me and oddly enough I became extremely upset. Why would I, of all people, be upset about a total scum bag doing me a huge favor by ridding himself from my life? I couldn't seem to answer that question even if a gun was placed to my head. To my utter disbelief our "talk" had nothing to do with what I anticipated the topic to be. Instead he asked me if I would take him to an audition for some band the next morning. I was okay with that until he told me it would be in Huntersville. I sucked it up and agreed to pick him up at ten that Sunday morning. By the time I got home from bowling it was four in the morning and I had to be up in five hours to drag his lying, stealing ass to a band audition. As we were on our way to the audition he asked me to make a stop in which I had to pick up two other bandmates. Finally when we got there he began singing for the band members and they all looked at him in amazement. I knew he would land this position without a doubt. And sure enough he did.
     We spent the rest of the day together and I pretended not to have any suspicisions about him stealing things from Khristle and I. I put on my fake smile and acted like there wasn't a single thing wrong in the entire world. As far as I knew he bought my every word and believed my every kiss. By the end of the night I decided to go home semi-early just to catch up on some school work. We whispered our goodbyes and I began on my commute home to my nice, warm bed.
     As the week went on I continued in my facade to make him believe I didn't think a single thing was wrong. Surprisingly, he did the samething to me without even giving off the slightest clue. During this week I would learn not to forget that people could screw you over right infront of your own eyes.


To Be Continued...

The Wild and Wonderful Thoughts on Peer-Review

Over the past few classes in English we have been reading, talking, and practicing our peer-review processes. When Ms. Wright announced that we would be learning about peer-reviews in class I immediately sighed in disgust. I always assumed I knew everything there was to know about peer-reviewing my classmate’s papers and essays. All you had to do was write down where they made spelling and grammar mistakes, right? After our lesson in previous classes I learned how wrong I really was. Peer-review is more about reading their paper and commenting on what you liked, what you would change, and what confused you.

                I hated how much work it took to review other people’s papers but reviewing is much easier after you read the paper a second time. I despise rereading anything so I knew that wouldn’t work well with me. After attempting to read the paper once and write my review, I realized how shitty my comments were.  Sadly, I had to suck it up and reread the papers I was reviewing for Thursday’s class. It turned out to not be that bad reading it a second time around and I realized that my comments were much more in depth than they were originally. I felt it was extremely odd that I became to enjoy rereading papers and writing my reviews on them. I started off hating the entire peer-review process and now ultimately I find it somewhat entertaining. I guess I learned not to “judge a book by its cover.”

How Much I Hate Guys: Part Two

     I was so excited for Friday night when I got to see him again. I thought Jake was an amazing guy who would be in my life for a long time. That is until we went to Red's, a hookah bar, which is when he told me he has been arrested twice. Immediately I assumed it was just possesion or something stupid. I was completely wrong. He had been arrested both times for theft. Major red flag, right? I know I should have ran then and refused to get involved with him. Of course I didn't listen to that little voice in my head telling me I shouldn't be dating him, let alone trusting him.

     A few alcoholic beverages later, Jake and I passed out on Khristle's couch. You should probably know before I continue that I had left my change purse on the table right beside the couch and it had what little amount of money that my mom had given me to buy a pack of cigarettes. Most people would assume that because it is right by you that you have nothing to worry about. Well I was completely wrong. It could have been that I am a heavy sleeper or he could have just be extra sneaky. Anyway, I didn't bother checking to be sure that everything I had was in the right place. Khristle, Cory, Jake, and I didn't wake up until two in the afternoon. As soon as we all got dressed we took the boys home with intentions to go bowling with them that night for Khristle's little brother's birthday (Logan).

     I was so happy that I didn't care about anything. Finally I went home to see my pets and grab some odds and ends from my house. I decided I would stop by the gas station and grab a pack of cigarettes. So I proceeded to grab the money out of my change purse, but it wasn't there. I called Khristle and told her and she told me that she had $18 missing from her car. We didn't want to jump to conclusions but it seemed like it had to have been Jake because he was the only one who was alone in Khristle's car. We decided not to say anything about it because we weren't sure how to approach the subject.

     After laying around my house for a few hours I got a phone call from Khristle saying her $50 Hollister gift card was missing out of an envolope in her center console of her car. I freaked out because Jake had just said he was at the mall. Funny thing is that he was at the same mall as Khristle and Logan. I told Khristle to meet up with him and look for evidence. After she found him she saw he had a Hollister bag full of clothes. Jake doesn't have a job so how the hell would he have the money to go shopping?! But we didn't want to ruin the night for Logan since it was his birthday present so Khristle and I put on our happy faces and pretended to not know anything.

     Jake acts like a sixteen year old boy and I didn't think I could handle his bullshit any longer. So...



To be continued...

How Much I Hate Guys: Part One

       Last weekend was epic for me and I thought it was going to be the beginning of an amazing time in my life. It all started with Thursday night, January 19th, I was going to Amos' Southend with my best friend Khristle to see Falling Through April play. Earlier that week she had met the lead singer and really hit it off with him. He invited her to come see him sing for his band. Of course she called me first thing to ask me if I wanted to come with her.

      After spending hours upon hours getting ready and making sure we looked perfect for the show we finally headed to Amos'. We paid to get in and she introduced me to a lot of her friends. I was so nervous about meeting people and breaking out of my shell, that I ended up standing there looking like a total idiot... In my opinion anyway. My nerves were getting to me so much that I went outside to smoke a cigarette and Khristle and I ended up meeting a guy who was super hot. His name is Jake and just so happened to be Cory's best friend. Cory sings for Falling Through April and was the guy that Khristle had been crushing on super hard. I came to support Khristle though, not to find a guy to 'talk to.'

    As the show went on, Jake continued to come up to me and slowly got me more and more interested. He invited us to an after party and we said yes. So Khristle and I drove over to NoDa where the band practiced at and we chilled with everyone there. Before much longer Jake had pulled me over to him and we began talking. We really clicked and I thought he was different. Time just flew by when I was with him and nothing seemed to matter.

   Six o'clock rolled around and I still hadn't slept. Khristle and I decided to go home and pass out. We slept literally all day then made plans to hang out with Jake and Cory that night. Things went great and I never move that fast but he asked me out and I said yes. There was my first mistake but I chose to ignore it all because he made me feel like someone cared about me. After all, that's what I was looking for. Little did I know that he was nothing like I thought he was.

To Be Continued...

Literacy, Literacy, Literacy

From our discussions in class about literacy I have been left to wonder if I really know what is going on in our world let alone things related to this class. After we read about some background of the No Child Left Behind Act and then continued to discuss it in class the next time we met I just couldn’t help but thinking how we, as American’s, have let this bill be passed into effect so many years ago. It sounds like a good thing when you hear “No Child Left Behind,” but it is idiotic. How do we expect to know how much someone has learned just by giving a student some silly little test that really has no meaning? School is supposed to be about learning something. Literacy is just supposed to be fun, its supposed to be a new way into learning about culture, opinions, etc. Instead it has turned into something that personally I dreaded in school. I feel like all it is anymore is here is what you are supposed to know to pass this test so learn the material, who cares if you are interested? Learning should be fun not something you have to do so you can pass some test that really doesn’t prove you’ve learned anything. I think we shouldn’t be told how to teach students or even what material we have to know in order go on to the next grade level. Learning should be interesting and something you want to do, not something you are forced to do. Basically that stupid test is pointless.

How I Stole My Dog

I love animals. It is one thing that most people will learn about me the moment they first talk to me. I have three cats (Aries, Cora, and Sydney) and one dog (Lucy). Sydney and Lucy belong to me and I take full responsibility of them. I could talk about Sydney for hours but I want to share my story about how I got Lucy.


Lucy when I first got her



I was in my hometown of Aiken, South Carolina visiting with an old babysitter who was basically my family. My childhood friend, Russell, from when I was two years old came over and said behind his mom’s house were some puppies that the neighbor’s dog had. Immediately I ran across the street to his mother’s house and went in the backyard to see those precious puppies. I went up to the fence and saw nine gorgeous lab chow mix puppies. I called for them and they all came running at full force. As they would approach me I would reach through the fence and pet each one while they gave me their best “puppy kisses.” I fell in love with each of them and wished I could bring them all home with me. Sadly, my mom had said we weren’t getting anymore animals until our current dog, Stevie, died. I hated knowing that I couldn’t even bring one home with me but I was down there for two months so I figured I would spend that time finding ways to persuade my mom to let me have at least one of these cute little puppies.

While spending time with each of those young pups I knew I had to choose one that I wanted to be mine and plan my mission to bring her back to North Carolina with me. I loved them all but there was one in particular that I just couldn’t separate from. She was dark brown, in the sun in looked purple, had the sweetest face, and a tail that would curl up. She was perfect and I knew would make her mine! Oh and I knew her name would be Lucy Lou.

After much convincing, my mom finally agreed to let me have her. Only I wasn’t quick enough to get a yes from her. The owners of Lucy’s mommy had already given Lucy away to another person who lived in the neighborhood. After two days of crying and staying in bed I received a knock on my door saying Russell was outside with a surprise for me. I didn’t want to get up but I knew it wasn’t an option. I proceeded to get up and walk out to the carport only to see Russell standing there with a box in his arms. I continued to approach him and the mysterious box. When I peered inside I saw Lucy. I literally felt like my heart burst out of my chest when I saw her. Russell proceeded to tell me that he stole her out of the neighbor’s yard and that we had to hide her until I left to come home the next day, talk about perfect timing. I managed to sneak away the next day without the actual owners finding out I had gotten my Lucy back.

I love my puppy so much. She may be four years old in June but she will always be my puppy. I am so happy that I have her in my life. She is more than just my pet, she is my family.

Lucy and I in 2010

My Daily Life as a Commuter

As some people may know I commute from my house, in Monroe, to UNCC. It is around a hour to hour and a half drive round trip, only if I don't have to take my mom to work before school. Needless to say it sucks! Most mornings I usually have to take my mom to work. I bet you're thinking, "Don't you have your own car?" The answer would be yes. My sister wrecked her car while taking her daughter to daycare and totalled her car. So now my mom, my sister, and I all share two cars. It is hell. Every night we figure out which of us needs a vehicle then coordinate who is taking my mom to work. Which is really not that hard to coordinate because it is always me. So I wake up around five fourty-five every morning and get ready for my day. At six fifteen or six thirty I ride with my mom to her office by the airport and drop her off. After I make sure my mom is situated in her office I embark on my thirty minute drive to UNCC. I usually get on campus about seven fourty-five and sit around until my first class which is at nine thirty on Monday's and Wednesday's. After I finish all of my classes I go eat and go somewhere to study and do some school work. When four thirty hits I drive back to my mom's office and wait until about six to drive home. At seven I finally get home and I'm able to attempt to relax but with three cats, one dog, and a two year old girl it is nearly impossible. So I feed the cats, walk my dog, play with my niece, shower, deal with figuring out our plans for the next day, work on more school work, then I finally get to go to sleep.
Everyday life in my world is crazy and extremely hectic. Sometimes...actually most of the time, I would love nothing more than to run away and be able to be nineteen year old college student. I would not change my life for the world though because I love my family and they help me when I need it so by helping them its the least I can do.