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>; )

every so often someone comes along who steals your heart, and all you can hope for is that you or nobody else screws it up, because life after losing that person is like the world without the sun, pointless and worthless

You Are Pretty Happy Being Single

You have a full, fun life. And you definitely don't need love to be content. Of course, being single can get you down a little. Especially when you've been single for a while. But you know how to be patient and wait for the right person. You're life is too good to settle for anything!

Are You Happy Being Single?

What Heather Means

You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

You Are Bubblegum Flavored Gum

You are friendly, outgoing, and energetic. You love life, and you can always find some reason to smile. You are a bit hyper, and you're always looking for your next challenge. You love getting things done - and you are usually on the go. Your confidence and positive attitude makes you a very attractive person. You can be a little flaky at times, but people are able to overlook that - because you're so fun!

What Flavor Gum Are You?

Surely this must be wrong, right? >; )

You Are Apple Green

You are almost super-humanly upbeat. You have a very positive energy that surrounds you. And while you are happy go lucky, you're also charmingly assertive. You get what you want, even if you have to persuade those against you to see things your way. Reflective and thoughtful, you know yourself well - and you know that you want out of life.

What Color Green Are You?

fed up

Today was a wash.

I had to get up early to take Thyroid kitty to the vet -- needed to check and see whether the medication was working. I got there early in the hopes I'd get out early. No such luck. In fact, little diva didn't see the vet, she saw only a technician 'cause I couldn't wait any longer.

I then had to RUSH to a WW staff meeting in Plaistow, which is 42-miles each way from my house. Nothing like central locations for meetings. I show up, on a SATURDAY mind you, in the clothes I had rushed to get on to take kitty to the vet only to learn that these meetings are DRESS UP. Someone had the balls to mention it to me, and I kept saying, "Well, if I had known . . ." I got looks likes I SHOULD have known but let's review something shall we:

-> I don't read minds
-> There was NO mention of this in an e-mail I got
-> It was MY Saturday that you hijacked, last minute on Thursday night at 9pm
-> The last time I had to go to a staff meeting I was an RA and we wore jeans
-> No One told me (again, not my fault)
-> Am I meant to try to impress you people?
-> Comfort over fashion any day my friends
-> Can we review taking kitty, who wanted to scratch my eyes out, to the vet again? She likes to barf on the way there. I'm sure that would have been appreciated -- me in dress clothes covered in cat barf. Lovely.

I probably should have apologized to my TM for it, but screw it. You people act like I should know the rules when you don't hand them out, and I get to look bad? Sorry. I felt underdressed, true, but there should be a warning to newbies to dress up. I refuse to take full responsibility for this. You no likey? Tough schnikes.

On the way home I was blindsided by a wicked bad headache. Came home and napped for 3.5 hours, and it's gone now but holy jeepers, I was in pain.

And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

There's some sort of flashback meme-thing going on, and though I"m not usually a joiner, I had to participate.

My song? "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something.

I was 18 in 1995, and that fall started college at Syracuse University. I was living in Boland, on floor 8 which was the "quiet lifestyle" girls floor; the floors alternated, so Boland 7 was the guys' quite lifestyle. Needless to say 7 & 8 hung out together a lot, because well, we just did.

On Boland 7 was a guy named Steve. I thought he was cute and after a few weeks we were a couple (mind you, I did not dte iin high school. high school s*cked. college, as far as guys went, wasn't much better). Everything went along great until around Thanksgiving. I went home to Houston and we talked a few times on the phone, and when I went back he wanted to not be exclusive anymore, ie he wanted to break up. I'll tell you that part in a little bit. I didn't understand, and was admittedly heartbroken, but he obviously didn't seem to care as per usual. I decided that if I was going to cry, which I did, I was not crying anywhere where anyone could see -- so that left my dorm room when my roommate was out and the shower.

He, for some reason, felt bad and again asked me out. Like a moron (I wish I could slap my 18-year old self now), I agreed to go out to a movie with him, but I was paying for my stuff -- ticket, drink, etc. I was not letting him pay for anything, 'cause I didn't consider it a date. After the movie, we went back to Boland and his roommate was in the room, so I thought I was safe to be in his room. Steve apparently had OTHER ideas about safety. He kissed me and one thing led to another and the next thing I knew I was being held down on his bed, one of his hands holding my wrists above my head, the other trying to undo my jeans. I don't remember a whole heck of a lot, I know I did say 'NO," but I know I had locked my legs (before I knew to do that, which I learned about in self-defense class later), and that pissed him off. He had to let go of my hands to do anything with my pants, and that was when I got him off of me and rand back to my room upstairs. Steve's roommate -- was in the room the whole time.

I never was alone with him again. I was never anywhere close to him without at least 4 people around.

My "friends" on my floor all decided that Steve obviously couldn't have done that, so I lost all my friends on my floor over this. I still had some friends on Boland 7, Geoff comes to mind, so when push came to shove I would hang out with them in one of the lounges.

Christmas and finals came, and I had the flu. Steve still gave me my Christmas gift -- a pair of gold heart earrings. I still have them, and have never worn them. Over Christmas break, I talked to my friend Brian from high school, whom I had gone to homecoming and prom with my senior year. He told me he only went with me because he felt sorry for me.

I had gone from attempted-rape to broken hearted as well.

I returned for the Spring semester and went and confronted Steve. Told him he was an a**hole. Told his RA, who did nothing, much to my disappointment.

Later we had a student government "bonding session" and my friend Meaghan had to go upstairs to her room for something. When she came back down, she was surprised to see me there because she swore she had just seen me in the Boland 6 bathroom. Turns out the girl was Reana, and she was my look-alike. Reana and Steve had dated all throughout high school, and had never broken up. Meaning he cheated on her with me, or however you wanted to classify it.

When I saw her later, it was like looking into a mirror.

Steve was a b*stard. I still saw him throughout college. I never told anyone what happened until 2000, when Geoff asked me and I came clean. I never saw anyone to help me get over what happened. As a music lover, I can tell you that I played TONS of Alanis over this, but I played Deep Blue Something's "Halo" almost more, though that wasn't a hit and never reached radio. This song did, and too this day I cannot listen to it, 'cause it makes me think of Steve.

Breakfast at Tiffany's, by Deep Blue Something.

You'll say, we've got nothing in common,
No common ground to start from,
And we're falling apart,
You'll say, the world has come between us,
Our lives have come between us,
Still I know you just don't care.

And I said, "What about 'Breakfast at Tiffany's?'"
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kind of liked it."
And I said, "Well that's, the one thing we've got."

I see you, the only one who knew me,
And now your eyes see through me,
I guess I was wrong,
So what now? It's plain to see we're over,
And I hate when things are over,
When so much is left undone.

(chorus)

You'll say, that we've got nothin in common,
No common ground to start from,
And we're falling apart,
You'll say the world has come between us,
Our lives have come between us,
Still I know you just don't care.

(chorus)

Oooooo

And I said, "What about 'Breakfast at Tiffany's?'"
She said, "I think I, remember that film,
And, as I recall, I think, we both kind of liked it,"
And I said, "Well that's, the one thing we got."

And I said, "What about 'Breakfast at Tiffany's?'"
She said, "I think I, remember that film,
And, as I recall, I think, we both kind of liked it,"
And I said, "Well that's, the one thing we got."