So let’s start off by me telling you my fabulous news:

I finally wrangled a man in. Yes, I finally have a boyfriend.

But just because I finally have a boyfriend doesn’t mean that I’ll change my blog’s name to a different name. Technically I’m still “single”. I’m not married (and won’t be getting married ANY time soon) so for now and for a good long while this blog will still be “Life of a Single Girl”.

I’ll be honest, I couldn’t think of anything better to name it since I’m in a relationship. But if you refer back to the movie Sex and the City (movie not the actual show) the night before Carrie and Mr. Big got married she told him to make that last kiss count since it would be the last single girl kiss she would have. So therefore, I’m still single. But to myself, my new man and Facebook, I’m in a relationship. And I’m not complaining :)

I think I found someone who’s gonna stick around for awhile; someone to possibly call mine. But I don’t wanna say more about him because if I do, someone might steal him away from me. And I just simply can’t have that.

Maybe the Life of a Single Girl will change. I hope it will at least.

My best friend’s dad passed away. Last night I think. She called me today and asked if I had seen her Twitter updates. I hadn’t yet. This news has me thinking about my dad a lot more now. Her dad wasn’t even close to age that my dad is. My dad is almost in his 70s. I think her dad was in his late 40s, early 50s. It’s crazy to think about. Death. Dads. It shouldn’t happen but as always, it does. I don’t tell my dad that I love him every day. But now I think I will. I haven’t seen my dad or hung out with him in over a month. Simply because that the last time I saw him he yelled at me. Yelled at me because I wasn’t doing the dishes fast enough. Yelled at me because I was just standing around; that I’m “nineteen fucking years old and that I should know how to do something”. It hurt. When I was little the whole goal when with my dad was not to make him mad because if I did then he would get upset and yell at me. I’d been doing so good till that outburst. I was mad at him because he got so angry at me, so furious. I should have just gotten over it quickly. Should have considered that his anger could have been from medicine he’d taken to get over his surgery pain. But I didn’t.

Death is a weird thing. People react to it differently. Some people need constant consoling while others want to be left alone. My aunt recently passed away. When my dad told me, I wanted to cry. Not because she was a favorite aunt or anything. But I think it was because I didn’t really have a chance to know her. I had met her a few times when I would go to Illinois with my dad but that was about it. It was also that time of the month for me. I just accepted it; that I wouldn’t be able to see her again. A few days later I was hanging out with a friend who came in for a few days because he’s in the army and stationed in Texas. He asked me what had been new and I told him something along the lines of work was good, friends are fine and then I bluntly stated that my aunt passed away. When I said this I will admit that it may have sounded a little bit cold, like I didn’t care. But I did care. My friend said that it sounded like I was being harsh about it, like I didn’t give a damn at all. That made me mad. I got defensive and told him that I wasn’t being harsh. It’s death. It happened, I didn’t know her that well and there’s nothing I can do about it so why waste a lot of time being sad over it if there’s nothing I can do. I’ve cried and moved on.

I know that when my parents pass away it probably won’t be like that for me. I’m sure I’ll cry for days and won’t accept it for a while. It won’t be the same. But I know that I’ll get over it, no matter how long it takes.

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I have finally decided that I’m going to choose a guy who doesn’t absolutely piss me off. I’ve been thinking that when it all comes down to it, I just want someone that I don’t want to piss me off. Not in the way of he picks on me and messes with but the annoying way. I can’t be with someone who annoys me constantly. Or thinks he’s mister big shot because he thinks that he can outsmart me. If you annoy me, I won’t hold back. I will be a little bit bitchy. And maybe even rude at times. Course I don’t think there’s a difference but still. I think being single is finally paying off for me. I do nothing but think.

I don’t really have a guy that I’m “talking to” except for the same guy that has been talking to me and for the 3rd freaking time has asked me if we can go on a date. I don’t like that. He’s been talking to me for SEVEN MONTHS and has asked me about 3-4 times to hang out. Or maybe it was twice to hang out and twice to go on a date. And here’s the thing, I’ve said yes every time. But has it happened? No. This past time after he asked me to go on a date, he even said that we can start talking more and start getting to know each other better. WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE BEEN DOING THE PAST SEVEN FREAKING MONTHS? This guy just blows my mind sometimes because he talks to me nearly everyday which doesn’t bother me that much but still when he said that it was like “Really dude?” I mean I’m not completely interested in him or anything but I mean hell it’s not like I’m doing anything so why not go on a date with him and see where it goes. He might be a cool dude to chill with or something. Who knows.

Brand: Nicole by O.P.I (Part of the Kardashian Kolors)

Color: KOURT IS RED-Y FOR A PEDI

Note: I’m not trying to disgust anyone with taking a picture of my feet. I’m not a big foot person unless I’m dealing with my own feet. Just focus on the color. I’ll do the same with taking pictures of my fingernails as well :)

Well, since the last time I’ve written a blog a lot has happened. Well I say a lot. Not too much I suppose. The potential guy that I was only somewhat “talking to” stopped talking to me. I don’t know why but I suppose it’s for the best. The guy who I spent the weekend with isn’t talking to me either. I don’t know about that either but I’m sure there’s a good reason for that too. I colored with my ex when I said that I would put a stop to it because I knew it was wrong but obviously I didn’t and in turn I ended up feeling like a sack of crap for the next few days after it happened. It seems like the only guy who hasn’t screwed me over royally is all the way at the college I use to go to. Did I mention that the college is 3 hours away and that he’s a senior? Ugh. Oh and I went to visit my friends at college over the weekend because said guy begged and convinced me to come down. I think I like him but I’m not entirely sure about it. He’s a good guy, way too good to me. He’s so smart, not the kind of smart that makes me think “Ok don’t say anything remotely stupid or he will be annoyed at your incompetence” but the kind of smart that makes me think “Huh, well I didn’t know that. Tell me more”. It’s a nice change of things. He’s so cute too and he can cook! Really good too!! He’s made me salmon twice and makes it with rice and chili powder and…another spice that I can’t think of but it’s good! :D And the coloring is amazing. If only every woman could…wait, no. I would be super jealous. I want him all for myself ;)

I suppose in other useless news I’ve been looking for a job. I had an interview at Catos today and hopefully I’ll get a call from them saying “You’ve got the job!” Hopefully. Also I finally have nails. The old new year’s resolution to not bite my nails has finally happened! I think I’ll start posting pictures of my nails and such on here since I’m so in love with them and just want to show of the good job that I’ve been doing. I’ll make sure to give credit to the brands and colors :)

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