Koran 9:11

This has been circulating around the net - someone correct if inaccurate.

BUT if accurate... well, read for yourself

Koran (9:11)
For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a
fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the
lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still
more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; and
there was peace.

Fail harder

Yes well - I guess I'm not use to curves.

My whole life I've been accustomed to grades which reflected only one or two questions wrong per test, giving my averages in the 90's and at worst in the 80's. Here, however, one must be use to failing everything it seems. The difference is, you must somehow see how BADLY you're failing vs. the rest of the class.

Though I thought I did terribly by nic standards on my finals, compared to my class, and the united states in general - I knew my shit.

That astounds me.

I am happy to inform you all that in one short week I will be starting my second year of medical school.

Apparently our microbiology teacher is the DEVIL... I am not looking forward to this.

MY bracelet

The night before TB left I took of MY bracelet - the one I'd been wearing in antigua since almost day one - and hid it in his luggage.

He just found it while unpacking and called to let me know he thought it was priceless - he didn't know my weird story with the bracelets... I didn't even really associate my bracelet with the previous events until right about now.

I had just wanted to give him a part of me to take home.

oooooooooh boy.

I had also hidden a shell I'd written some cute notes on in some shoes he had left at my house not thinking he was going to wear them... yeah he did, he didn't understand what the painful sharp thing digging into his toe was until he took off his shoes and the pretty broken shell pieces fell out in flakes. That was nice... whoops.

Annoying.

The ex boyfriend is driving me CRAZY!

I don't think he can get over the fact that I honestly don't care about his current relationship - or should I say, that I'm not jealous.

Many just out of college twenty somethings are on myspace. Though I am not one of the many that was addicted to facebook, it's the big kid version of the college obsession.

My ex is on myspace. Though I have my profile set to private he'll nag me to death anytime I even CONSIDER deleting him. It was a big deal when I refused to stick him on my "top 8"... now my "top 24".

With that being said - when the change in relationship status went from "single" to "in a relationship" I got a nasty little e mail which state something along the lines of "you never cared about me," and "how long were you talking to this guy while you were stringing me along."
*pause*
Might i remind you of previous events where in fact TB came along AFTER cpe was in a COMMITTED relationship with some girl back home.

Next I took a video of a time where TB cooked for me and sent it to my girls via myspace. I made it PRIVATE - as in crazy ex can't see - but crazy ex also stalks my friend's pages so it seems... and sent another nasty e mail about me being happy now, and how he's happy I'm happy and blah blah blah.

i still havn't replied to any of these messages

He's now reverted to AIM. He will AIM me anytime I log on when attempting to file transfer to other students in my class.

Annoying.

"I just wanted to see how things are going"
"they're going"
*x box*

Finally: I put up a picture with TB. A cute, casual, candid shot of the two of us eating breakfast at the beach bar by my house. In said picture TB is wearing a pink shit, and I am kissing his cheek while he is grinning. The caption is the nickname I gave him, "TB."

I get another little e mail - with cpe's default picture now being changed to a picture I took of him in a pink shit while he vistited antigua with a caption "real men wear pink" and another uploaded with HIM kissing his current girlfriend with a caption of his nickname for HER (she's not cute at all, nice body though) in almost the same exact pose as the one I put up.

I was about to puke.

GET A LIFE!


... vent over. I really want to delete him, but I feel it will be more drama and bitching than it's worth - atleast now it's only once a week... grr.

Goodbye?

4 months. That's when I might be headed to Germany to see GH (german hottie). I could name him something else... GH seems so impersonal. I now dub him TB... but I'll never tell you why.

I think the worst part came when he walked away. It didn't feel real until he hugged me goodbye, and upon exiting the hug I found myself clinging tighter.

I shed tears.

ME.

The initial ones, and I mean one or two, were stopped and shoved down. It wasn't until he handed the customs agent his passport, embarkment (spl?) tax slip, turned around to blow me one more kiss and walked away where I lost it.

I didn’t wait for him to turn around again. The second his back was to me and the tears started coming I bolted to the parking lot where my car was. There was no way I was about to have him turn around for a final look and see me like that.

4 months…

Sylvester (that’s what they call new years)

We’ll see...

Infatuation?

We were sitting in silence on the back porch watching the pelicans diving for fish when he turned to me and told me he thought he was falling in love with me.

I told him I didn't think he knew the difference between love and infatuation, then I reminded him he was leaving in 5 days.

He just kissed my hand and continued to drink his coffee... he's beautiful when he's thinking.

RIP

I find sadness in the death of a blog: I never even got to read it!