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Name: Maia
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Gender: Female
Interests: My boyfriend-major interest. Cars: VW, Subaru, Nissan. Biology. Soccer, B-girl, Tae Kwon Do-depends on my mood, just like picking ice cream.
I'll either be a doctor or a mechanic.
Expertise: hahahaha- wouldn't you like to find out. Either I'm as sweet as a flower or as evil as Hades. Anyways, if you really must know... it's studying.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
AIM:  vwtrakx
Member Since:
4/25/2004
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| xanga? what xanga?
so my dad's over. greeeat. and guess what? more
shit. he tells me that he has only $40 in his bank
account. and then he tells me "why dont you give me the money
that you spend on the dogs" way to not make me feel guilty as
fuck. so of course, no matter how much i hate his guts, im a
softy and i will. even though he hasn't listen one freaking word
to my mom and hasn't emptied the house. even though he can't give
a shit about us except for the money he expects us to give him when
we're older. makes me want to be a bum and hide in a hole.
that's all he cares about - money. the boxes are money. and so
are we.
i feel like a dog that's stuck in his cage and no matter how much he
barks, no one will let him out. and he gnaws the cage just to
take his anger out with his teeth. i wish i could punch
something, but i can't ruin the house we live in now. where are
we going to move? my dad's? haha fucker
im a fuckin softy
that's why my dawgies love me.
it's going to be hard giving my foster dawgie to a new home. he
loves me more than any. he'll play with my dawgies and then run
back to me to make sure im there. at the pet expo, he refused to
be left alone and wouldn't let anyone pet him unless i was there.
then he was a model citizen. search and rescue dogs my ass-he's
smarter than all of them put together.
i want my dad to leave. he makes me sad, mad, and most of all, just really sad.
no more
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| Does it hurt if you like the pain?
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| ahhh-i never thought i'd see xanga again...but im baaack! it's for a
reason though. i've been busy but i thought i had time for a
little something important worth putting on xanga b/c it's a lot of
people's business since this prob happened to them too.
where do i start? 1. the conduct in question is already known by the
person and if the person doesn't get it, then she's not very
smart...keep reading
short story short- words come out of your mouth and they mean nothing-
you know why? b/c you never act upon what you say and you mean the
exact opposite. and not only is that idiotic b/c noone ever knows what
you want, so noone can ever help you, and therefore, noone ever cares
anymore, but also very annoying b/c you're literally lying to my face.
and then you expect me to talk about other people for your own good.
and why don't you talk to them--oh, you do do you? by saying hi and
then asking them for information for your own self interest? did
you not delete them off your cell phone too? oh and if you didn't- why
me? b/c i wasn't as important as your bf's best friends->you thought
you could suck information out of them. too bad you're not that special.
and you thought, you thought, you would get info out of me.
don't get me wrong--im not mad about you calling me for info-im not
that petty. but what i am pissed off about is your incessent pity trips
about your whole life falling down around you 24/7. after all if you're
a good christian girl, then God is taking care of you-so why worry? and
pity trips are not just the thing. but if you connect pity trips with
EXCUSES about how you never kept in touch and how you are my friend and
how you miss me, blah, blah, blah- that infuriates me. im not your ex
and i knew you before you went out w/ your bf--and i had nothing to do
with it. and then you have the audacity to call me up, pretend
everything is fine, and USE me to get information about your ex.
If he went out with a girl, cow, or elephant, i still would not tell
you b/c you have destroyed any respect i had for you whatsoever.
i don't hate you at all, i just have no respect or care for you. i
don't need extra shit to do, so I'm not going to be mean to you or talk
about you--just the opposite, i'll be nice to you, but you're just
another stranger in the street to me.
im really disappointed how you could be so shady and i can't believe
how you didn't have the balls to confront him about your problems, but
you had the balls to sneak behind to me. it's about respect and it,s
obvious you had none for anyone.
it's tough love kid and you gotta learn that not only do you have to be
honest with yourself but also honest with other people. the Bible tells
you that. you can't get anything you want if you always hide and
expect people to do it for you. if you want something, go after and if
you don't want it "let it burn" don't keep going back and forth. and
for God's sake, don't keep making excuses-you gotta square up to your
mistakes and the obstacles in front of you by yourself-it's called
responsibility and independence- growing up. shit happens, but trust
me, yours is nothing- take a trip to detroit and spend the night like a
homeless person. pretend you have a thousand voices in your head and
you haven't had a meal in three days. is that clear enough?
you're not fooling anyone- the
jig
is
up kid
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| school starts in 3 days and i'm starting to get this sickening feeling
in my stomach. i hate going to school-literally, i abhore
it. it's so boring. and i got to be dragged kicking and screaming
to go to chemistry. well that's what's going on in my mind. and
physics--i don't mind lecture but the lab-holy sh-z it's plain
nonsense. they don't teach you anything; it's just
paperwork-all of it. it's like do the math so it can turn out
slightly right. arrrg. and then you got these TAs with 1/2 mi long
names that you can't pronounce which is okay b/c it's not like you're
gonna talk to them anyway cuz they DONT SPEAK ENGLISH.
right now, im attached to so many things that i can't get rid of, tar
sticky. It's engulfing me and i got this little stick and making
a hole through the whole thing so i can breathe. It's not only
school; it's my house, where i live, the snow days, drama, not being
able to do what i want, just everything. and then if i work
hard at something it just backfires and it seems like i'll never
succeed--that's why i don't want to go to school. i hate the
little crappers that have everything and act like it's still high
school, and somehow they manage to get straight A's. Maybe that
goes with having everything. i sick of having to see them
and everybody else every single day in the same old routine, nothing
interesting but having to excel in it at the same time. It
royally sucks and i don't want to go back.
i like hanging out w/ brent all day, running errands and in the
basement, and eating korean bbq. i like hanging out w/ elam,tom,
brent, shio, yvette, linh (when she was there) and acting crazy.
It's always a trip. I like volunteering, research, bio lab
sometimes. but school consumes most of my time and knaws at the
rest. kicking and screaming.
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