Letter for love.

Dear _____________,

 

You don’t know this, but you are the man I will one day fall in love with. We will meet unexpectedly, maybe on a street, or in a coffee shop, or perhaps in theater or at a bookstore, for I very much like both and I hope you like them too. We will talk at first about random things, and exchange numbers and Facebook info. Then we’ll get to know each other casually. We may forget about each other for a time, maybe a week or month or longer, but then we’ll see a status we HAVE to comment on and we’ll remember.

 

But probably, we won’t forget each other at all, and we’ll talk at the beginning. We’ll realize how much we have in common, and after we get our courage mustered up, we’ll go on a date. It will either be a disaster or totally awesome, but no matter what, it’ll be memorable. So we’ll go on that date, and we’ll call each other and talk afterwards.

 

I hope that we aren’t only romantic companions in the beginning, but best friends too. We’ll be able to tell each other everything, laugh when we want to, and cry when it’s needed. Memories will be made, and it’ll be wonderful. We’ll fight, but we’ll make up and get over it sooner or later. Because that’s what people do when they truly fall in love… they say they’re sorry. Love doesn’t mean you never have to say sorry (like the movie “Love Story” claims), love means you have to say you’re sorry A LOT.

 

We’ll be pretty amazing, you and I. I’ll accept your differences, and you’ll accept mine. I can’t wait to see you, and know you, and realize that I’ve finally found someone who loves who I am, despite my craziness. Maybe… you’ll even love my craziness. That would be truly wonderful.

 

I know you’ll probably have girlfriends before me, and that’s fine. We’re human, I’m cool with that. Will I have a boyfriend before you? I really don’t know. I don’t see myself with someone else. I see myself with you, and only you. I want to hold out for you, because I want you to be my only. But if I have a boyfriend before you, don’t be mad. It’s just practice!

 

I just want you to know before we meet, that I care about you. I hope you’re doing well right now, and I only want the best for you. Do what you want to in life, and don’t settle. Just remember, save some of your adventures for us, all right? And believe me, we’ll have many of them.

 

I can’t wait to meet you darling. And I know it’ll happen. I just have to wait, and God will make things work out. So, I guess the most important thing to tell you before I close, is this:

 

I love you. No matter how much we may fight, no matter what happens to either of us, I love you.

 

I’ll meet you, darling. I don’t know when, and I don’t know where, but I’ll meet you one day. So be yourself, and live a happy life until then.

 

So, take care doll… and God’s speed to us.

 

With my deep affection,

Lexxa

 

 

Top Ten Nicolas Cage Movies

Still from the movie Ghost Rider

Most of you know I am going to be an Extra in Ghost Rider 2, that starts filming in early November this year. If you didn’t know yet, you just found out. Based on some research I did, since I am not such a Nicolas Cage fan [***], I think that maybe these movies may be the best of his entire career.

 

The Six Stages of Hangovers -part deux.

this is an alternate version which I find to be more accurate than the first.

1 star hangover

No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your slept in your own bed and when you woke up there were no traffic cones in there with you. You are still able to function relatively well on the energy stored up from all those vodka Redbulls. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a Cheeseburger and a side of fries.

2 star hangover

No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you hug to try and remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are costing your employer valuable money because all you really can handle is some light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails.

3 star hangover

Slight headache. Stomach feels crap. You are definitely a space cadet and not so productive. Anytime a girl or lad walks by you gag because her perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 1:45 a.m. Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a litre of coke watching daytime TV. You’ve had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2 Sausage Rolls and a litre of diet coke yet you haven’t peed once.

4 star hangover

You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can’t speak too quickly or else you might spew. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but you smell of socks, and you can’t hide the fact that you either missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems (depending on your gender). Your teeth have their own individual sweaters. Your eyes look like one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the second-grade class picture circa 1976. You would give a weeks pay for one of the following : Home time, doughnut and somewhere to be alone, or a time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone out the night before. You scare small children in the street just by walking past them.

5 star hangover
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits next to you. Vodka vapour is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. You’d cry but that would take the last of the moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn’t even get mad at you and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you look so pathetic.You should have called in sick because, let’s face it, all you can manage to do is breathe ……very gently.

6 star hangover

You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly, as you were fighting it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep until the noises inside your head wake you up. You notice that you bed has been cleared for take off and is flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you now, you’re going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in a yacht under full sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls knocking off all the pictures, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the floor in your undies,cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting, and farting. Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and he/she usually goes back to bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15-minute intervals, but your body won’t relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside out and swear that you saw your tonsils projectile out your mouth on the last occasion. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up for the day as you try to climb into bed. She/He abuses you again for trying to get into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept their advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. Work is not an option.

 

The Six Stages of Hangovers

This hangover rating scale has been passed around for years. I recently found out that it originated somewhere in Massachusetts. There are a few versions of this, this being the cleanest. Even though the last thing you want to do when you are suffering from “the big one” is read or laugh.

• One Star Hangover:
  No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap, which has given you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Be glad that you are able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 10 sodas and still feel this way. You are craving a steak bomb and a side of gravy fries.
• Two Star Hangover:
  No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a rootie tootie fresh and fruity pancake breakfast from IHOP. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.
• Three Star Hangover:
  Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer 86′d you at 1:45 a.m. Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen donuts and a meatball hero watching the E! fashion awards. You’ve had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 Snapples and a liter of diet coke, yet you haven’t peed once.
• Four Star Hangover:
  Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can’t speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can’t hide the fact that you missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving, (girls, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one big vein and your hair style makes you look like a reject from the class picture of Grover Cleveland HS, class of ’84.
• Five Star Hangover:
  AKA “Dante’s 4th Circle of Hell.”
  You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the shit fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. Death seems pretty good right now. You definitely don’t remember who you were with, where you were, what you drank and why there is a stranger still sleeping in your bed at your otherwise empty house.
• Six Star Hangover:
  Otherwise known as the “Infinite Nut smacker”
  You wake up on your bathroom floor. For about 2 seconds you look at the ceiling, wondering if the cool refreshing feeling on your cheek is the bathroom tile or your vomit from 5 hours ago. It is amazing how your roommate was as drunk as you, but somehow managed to get up before you. You try to lift your head. Not an option. Then you inadvertently turn your head too quickly and smell the funk of 13 packs of cigarettes in your hair. Suddenly you realize you were smoking, but not ultra lights… some jackass handed you Marlboro reds, and you smoked them like it was your second full time job. You look in the mirror only to see remnants of the stamp “Ready to Rock” faintly atop your forehead… the stamp on the back of your hand that has magically appeared on your forehead by alcoholic osmosis. You have to be to work in t-minus 14 minutes and 32 seconds and the only thing you can think of wearing is your “hello kitty” pajamas and your slippers.

 

YOU KNOW YOU’VE BEEN IN UNIVERSITY TOO LONG WHEN…

You actually like doing laundry at home where the washing
machines work.

Two miles is not too far to walk for a party.

You’d rather clean than study especially if an essay is due.

“Oh shit how did it get so late!” comes out of your mouth at
least once a night.

Parents’ cooking becomes something you desire, not avoid.

You schedule your classes around sleep habits.

You know the pizza boy by name and don’t even need to read the menu.

You go to sleep when it’s light and get up when it’s dark.

You live for getting mail.

Looking out the window is a form of entertainment.

Prank phone calls become funny again.

You start thinking and sounding like your friends and your accent becomes a hybrid of West Country, Surrey and general Northern.

Highlighters are the coolest motherfucking things on earth.
(If you have me on facebook, you know ) )
Rearranging your room is your favourite pastime.

Rubbish cheap $1 shops become cool.

The weekend lasts from Thursday to Monday.

BEFORE I CAME TO UNIVERSITY, I WISH I HAD KNOWN…

That it didn’t matter how late my first lecture was, I’d still sleep
through it.

That I could change so much and barely realize it.

That you can love a lot of people in a lot of different ways.

No matter how ‘cool’ you were in school, no one here cares.

That if you wear polyester everyone will ask why you are so
dressed up.

That every clock on campus shows a different time.

That if you got good a-levels, so what? It doesn’t matter here.

That I would go to a party the night before an exam or essay due-date.

That you can know everything and fail a test.

That you can know nothing and ace a test.

That I could get used to almost anything found out about my
friends.

That most of my education would be obtained outside of lectures.

That friendship is more than getting drunk together but that’s still funny……!

That Sunday is a figment of the world’s imagination.

That Psychology is really Biology, that Biology is really Chemistry, that Chemistry is really Physics and that Physics is
really Maths.

That my parents would become so much smarter in the last few years.

That it’s possible to be alone even when you are surrounded by friends.

Don’t be dismayed at good-byes, a farewell is necessary before
we can meet again, and meeting again, after moments or a
lifetime, is certain for those who are friends.
TOP 10 REASONS THAT UNIVERSITY IS LIKE PRIMARY SCHOOL

10. You cry for your mother.
9. You cross the street without looking for cars.
8. Snack time is a necessity.
7. You bundle up for the outdoors without caring what you look
like (because everyone else looks as stupid as you do).
6. You stay at home and play games with your friends.
5. You wear your backpack on both shoulders.
4.  You look forward to cheese toasties

 3.  You wear big mittens.

2. Playing in the snow is a legitimate activity.

1.You take naps.

 

*~*Things To Think About*~*

This was a message exchange I had with a dear friend of mine. I just can’t find peace ’till I actually post this, maybe someone will have the courtesy to actually answer my questions, because I seriously am bothered about this issue.

*NOTE. EXPLICIT LANGUAGE.*

 

Madonna, Me and You

Hello,

Madonna has spoken out in response to the Malawi court ruling that sent two men to prison for the “crime” of homosexuality.

I just added my name to hers to pledge my support for all people to have the freedom to love. I was hoping you would join me and add your name too:

http://www.raisingmalawi.org/AddYourName

Madonna’s statement on Malawi Court Ruling:

“I am shocked and saddened by the decision made today by the Malawian court, which sentenced two innocent men to prison.

As a matter of principle, I believe in equal rights for all people, no matter what their gender, race, color, religion, or sexual orientation.

This week, Malawi took a giant step backward. The world is filled with pain and suffering; therefore, we must support our basic human right to love and be loved.

I call upon the progressive men and women of Malawi — and around the world — to challenge this decision in the name of human dignity and equal rights for all.”

http://www.raisingmalawi.org/AddYourName

Thanks again.

***

Being friends with gay people of both sexes I have come to realize that they are not any different from us. They just have different taste when it comes to sexuality. It’s THEIR BUSINESS and theirs ALONE whom they sleep with and/or want to share their life with. NOT the government and not the rest of the country’s.
As heterosexuals we always make a big deal out of PRIVACY and RIGHTS. Where are the rights and privacy of gay people?? Have they not the right to live and breathe and work and so on and so forth in any community at all? they ARE HUMANS JUST LIKE THE REST OF US.

This is a plea for everyone to stop for a second and think. How would you feel if you were in the same position? or how would you feel if you were discriminated based on your skin color, race, gender or sexuality? How would you feel about being sent to jail for being a heterosexual?

I do not expect everyone to sign the petition, and I am sorry for (possibly) offending some of you. It is not my intent.
Alas, I would be grateful if you would pass this on to others, even without signing the petition in the link above.

Gay people are people too. I rest my case.

Cheers and many thanks,
Lexxa~

 

Born To Be Wild ~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~

*Not yet rated, but expecting to be something interesting.*

  

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