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I wake up. My mere existence brightens the day of those around me!

That people find my personal life so fucking interesting to blog about. I didn't think I was that big of a deal. Apparently I am.

Taken straight from some cow's blog:
Rant: How is it fair, that Angela, who knowlingly got involved with Dan (in the sense that he got around sexually and was, at the time, cheating on someone with her)gets an apology for his actions?

It's pretty fair that I received an apology because I did nothing wrong through the entire course of our "relationship," that I call a whatever. I didn't break into his room. I didn't violate his trust. I wasn't his RA or the ARA of his building. And I didn't pull this kind of bullshit. Having expectations doesn't equate to what this cow did to him, therefore it's very fair that I received an apology.

And, if what i am reading is true, he apologized to her after she made a scene and stormed out of his presence. And apparantly him leaving it on IM when she had an away up wasn't good enough. And not only can I not believe that he apologized *because he admits he fucked up* but I can't believe she got mad.

I will never get an apology from him. I should have known, but I didn't know what he would be like. It's not fair. It's not right, and I can't believe that she is bitching about it and looking for sympathy.

Actually, you stupid Cow, I haven't talked to him in a month. And what I do in my dorm not in your presence is none of your business. How I conduct myself in my personal life - not your business. The fact that you think you have the right to pick apart a situation that has nothing to do with you is one of the most self-centered actions by you I have ever had the privilege of witnessing. He apologized to me a month after all of this bullshit went down. A MONTH.

And I can be upset about the fact that he IMed me on AIM without having you pick that apart, too. Because I'm allowed to be upset. How dare you tell me that I'm wrong for experiencing any sort of emotion toward a situation you can't even begin to understand because you don't fucking listen and you try to read more into things than what's really there.

You're right Cow, you will never get an apology from him. You don't deserve one. And for the record, I never asked for one. I didn't want an apology. I don't want anything to do with him. And the fact that I have to defend this to you is absurd. I'm not looking for sympathy. I could care less if anyone chooses to give me sympathy. And suggesting that I knew what he was like when he treated me significantly different than you, you fucking daft twit, and one or two other girls I knew about gave me the impression that this was different. So shame on me for being fooled but shame on you for even beginning to think that this is a battle you can fight in the area in blog-land.

Take the blog down. Or I'll have it taken down for you. You have the rest of the day.

An untruthful statement about a person, published in writing or through broadcast media, that injures the person's reputation or standing in the community. Because libel is a tort (a civil wrong), the injured person can bring a lawsuit against the person who made the false statement. Libel is a form of defamation , as is slander (an untruthful statement that is spoken, but not published in writing or broadcast through the media).

I wasn't lying. Take it down or I will make sure it is. And I will investigate pressing charges.

How do you even begin to think it's kosher to apologize to someone and then tell them they hurt your feelings? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! To show you what I'm talking about:
Some Scummy Boy: i know we havent talked in a while
 but damnit
im sorry
i fucked this up
and i just want to say im sorry
to see u storm out of the building when im working
 that hurts
 and u have all the right to be angry
i just wanted to tell you
that im sorry
well i guess ill leave u alone

I'm glad that in this apology I've received permission to be angry and been told that I've hurt his feelings. To think he actually cares that I hurt his feelings by storming out of the building after the bullshit he put me through is one of the most selfish things ever. I'm also glad that I received this message two hours after I put up an away message stating that I was out. Maybe I'd believe he was sorry if he made an effort to directly talk to me, like face to face with real words and sentences, opposed to doing it over AIM or texting. I don't feel like that's a lot to ask. Considering he didn't know my fucking last name after all of that. HOW ARE YOU THAT SELF ABSORBED?!

Is it just me or when you apologize to someone do you specifically mention what you're sorry for or does saying you fucked up cover it? Can that really cover six months of fucking up?

I wish I hadn't left bed this morning. I was so happy until I looked at my away message.

Flip Side.

I went on a date last night. I had a fantastic time. He's pretty much awesome. I'm smitten. We're going out again Friday.

I'm starting to make progress in my whole "canceling my credit cards" decision. I canceled my CitiBank card a couple weeks ago and I just canceled my Sears card about 6 minutes ago. My Macy's card will be canceled the beginning of next week, I have the last payment going out on Friday - for my *sweet* Betsey ring.

I'll be signing the contract with my internship today. I'm kind of excited. I'll be able to do a lot of things at this store that I wouldn't at any of the others I looked at - like completely re-doing two of their rooms!

Overall I'm still in a really good place with my life. I've had my ups and downs but it's been relatively tolerable.

PS: Who wants to come to a pool party the day before my graduation in May? Haha.

Google Game: Go to Google and type in quotation marks your name and then "likes to" (ex. "Steve likes to"). Type in the first ten things that come up and re-post in your own note. (or if you are smart, copy and paste them :P) You must tag the person that sent this to you.

1. Angela likes to wear bandanas while playing.
2. Angela likes to write, watch movies, and hang out with friends and family.
3. Angela likes to read Stanley Hauerwas, Rowan Williams, Thomas Aquinas, Judith Butler, St. Augustine, James Alison, Karl Barth, and Hans Urs VonBalthasar.
4. Angela likes to mall-walk so she doesn't get sun-burned or get cold, she marks her initials on her tupperware.
5. Angela likes to visit England every year or two.
6. Angela likes to smile and she's the master of deception and treachery.
7. Angela likes to accept challenges both professionally and personally.
8. Angela likes to relax with her pug, Chloe, and play boxing games on Nintendo Wii after a long day at work.
9. Angela likes to play with Donut as well.
10. Angela likes to shop for a family.

I tag: Paige, Erin and MelissA

Hamburgers or cheeseburgers? 

Cheeseburgers. Without question.

You are not allowed to break down today. You are not allowed to dwell on everything that happened yesterday - you have too much to accomplish as it is. You need to be the bigger person right now because that's how it always is in this situation, asking that of her is always too much. You've done everything that you can possibly be doing right now so take a deep breath, let it out, and move on with your day.

It will be ok. Eventually.

Love,
Yourself

Still on the happy train.

Not much to blog about. Going back up to school tonight - where a package awaits my arrival. Yayy!! I'm expecting a couple things so we'll see which one it is.

I'll post scrappy updates and things of that nature later this week.

Note: Be prepared for some serious happy going on in this post!

• I'm currently home until Monday. That's right. Five and a half days of Cape Cod will refuel my system to make it to Spring Break.
• There were two. Count them - 1, 2 - days of fantastical, sun-shiney, no jacket needed, vitamin D filled days.
• I found my hubcap that I lost February 3rd coming home on 495.
• National White T-Shirt Day was Wednesday. Talk about having your own personal holiday!
• I bought tickets to see Katy Perry with Mariaa at the Boston House of Blues on April 1.
• I've only missed two classes since the beginning of the semester. One for court and one because of the weather and family stuff. Go me!
• I made an appointment for an interview at the Betsey Johnson store on Newbery Street in Boston for Tuesday.
• I cleaned my room at school to the point where I should pass inspection.
• Even though I was blown off for my gig as a hair model, I made an appointment at Beyond Beauty - where Jenn goes - to have my hair done when I come home for Spring break. It's about the same price as Dellaria, where I had it done last time, but a nicer place. And I scored a $10 discount for being a referral!
• I learned how to do a stitch I've been wanting to learn in knitting for a while. It looks like this.
• I bought this little beauty to hang somewhere in my barren-walled dorm room.
• I actually have plans with a memember of the opposite sex on Valentine's Day. And although I truly find this to be a pointless holiday it does make me feel a little better about the fact that I've been single every Valentine's Day for the past million years - and what's better is there's no obligation for me to buy him anything!
• I was able to hang out with Kayla, whom I haven't seen in forever, and indulge in some serious retail therapy and $10 of Godiva truffles that were super delish.
• I found ridiculously cute robot cookies at Target to take pictures of and scrap because I'm *that* nerdy.
• I hung out with Dianna Dee for hours and talked and ate dinner and giggled and laughed my ass off and farted to make her feel better about her farting and it was just an overall fabulous time. I've missed her. This needs to happen more often.
• The number 1 reason why this week has been super awesome: I'm happy. Truly happy. I'm back to where I was Pre-Mike. I love myself for who I am and who I'm becomming. Where I've been has brought me here and the only thing I can do is appreciate it because it has made me who I am.