FoxyLittleRoxy

his name is nick (short for nicklas (weird spelling, i know, but i like it) and i met him on the internet (sketchy, i know, but he’s not some creeper 50 year old, i swear). he smokes (but i can handle that. he says he’s gonna quit anyways). he’s reeeeeeeally handsome (he almost looks like todd though… which is weird…). he’s got short, curly, brunette hair and these totally stunning blue eyes (i noticed this last night on skype and i might have gawked a little bit on accident… oops). he’s tall and thin and actually has abs (unlike most guys i date). and he’s sexy as i’ll get out (he turns me on in a way most guys can’t). seriously, we had a (i kid you not) SIX HOUR skype call last night! and it was absolutely fantastic! we didn’t even really talk about much, we just sort of took turns rambling on about random things.

he’s just… oh my god! words don’t do him justice! however, he keeps telling me not to “get attatched”. TOO LATE, NICK! i’m attatched. goddamn, am i attatched! ever since we started talking sometime last week, he is LITERALLY the ONLY thing i can think about. that’s not good. it makes it impossible to focus on more important things, such as packing and moving to san antonio (where i’ll be 45 minutes away from him. whooo!). and i’m one of those girls that when i find a guy i want, i am relentless about getting him. i won’t back down without a fight! i’m FEISTY! and trust me, i want him. i even told him “i want you” (but it was in french… i translated though). i’m so eager to get out of houston and go see him! and i NEVER go meet internet people (momma raised me to fear internet people, after all they might try to rape and kill me…). but i trust him. he doesn’t strike me as the rapist type. (i’m rambling now… this isn’t healthy…)

sooo… yeah… in a nutshell, i’m attatched. sorry, nick.

xoxo, rox

it’s been a few months since i updated y’all on the goings on in my life. so here’s what you’ve missed:

1- me and jordan are “on a break” until december.

b) i’ve been talking to this really sweet guy named nick (more about him later).

III. i’m giving up alocohol.

four: i’m going to college (UTSA to be exact)

y’all haven’t missed a whole lot…

and now to dedicate a post to this nick character.

i CAN bear it! i CAN bear it! i CAN bear it!

I am a girl.

I am shorter than 5’4.

I’ve had sex with at least 4 people.

I have many scars.

I wish my hair was a different color.

I have a tattoo.

I’ve had to get the morning after pill.

I have/ I have had braces.

I wear glasses.

I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.

I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.

I have more than 2 piercings.

I have piercing in places besides my ears.

I have freckles.

I’ve sworn at my parents.

I’ve run away from home.

I’ve been kicked out of the house.

I have a sibling less than one year old.

I want to have kids someday.

I’ve lost a child.

I’m in college.

I have a job.

I’ve fallen asleep at work/school.

I almost always do/did my homework.

I’ve missed a week or more of school.

I failed more than 1 class last year.

I’ve stolen something from my job.

I’ve slipped out an “lol” in a spoken conversation.

Disney movies still make me cry.

I’ve peed from laughing.

I’ve snorted while laughing.

I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.

I’ve glued my hand to something.

I’ve had my pants rip in public.

I was born with a disease/impairment.

I’ve gotten stitches/staples.

I’ve broken a bone.

I’ve had my tonsils removed.

I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.

I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.

I had a serious surgery.

I have had chicken pox.

I’ve had measles.

I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.

I’ve been on a plane.

I’ve been to Canada.

I’ve been to Mexico.

I’ve been to Niagara Falls.

I’ve been to America.

I’ve celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

I’ve been to Europe.

I’ve been to Africa.

I’ve gotten lost in my city.

I’ve seen a shooting star.

I’ve wished on a shooting star.

I’ve seen a meteor shower.

I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.

I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.

I’ve been to a casino.

I’ve been skydiving.

I’ve gone skinny dipping.

I’ve played spin the bottle.

I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.

I’ve been in a car crash.

I’ve been skiing.

I’ve been in a play.

I’ve met someone in person from Facebook.

I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I’ve seen the Northern lights.

I’ve sat on a roof top at night.

I’ve played chicken.

I’ve played a prank on someone.

I’ve ridden in a taxi.

I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I’ve eaten sushi.

I’ve been snowboarding.

I’m single.

I’m in a relationship.

I’m engaged.

I’m married.

I’ve gone on a blind date.

I’ve been the dumped more than the dumper.

I miss someone right now.

I have a fear of abandonment.

I’ve gotten divorced.

I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.

I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.

I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

I’ve had a crush on someone of the same sex.

I’ve had a crush on a teacher.

I am a cuddler.

I’ve been kissed in the rain.

I’ve hugged a stranger.

I have kissed a stranger.

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.

I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I’ve snuck out of my house.

I have lied to my parents about where I am.

I am keeping a secret from the world.

I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve cheated on a test.

I’ve run a red light.

I’ve been suspended from school.

I’ve witnessed a crime.

I’ve been in a fist fight.

I’ve been arrested.

I’ve consumed alcohol.

I regularly drink.

I’ve passed out from drinking.

I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.

I’ve smoked weed.

I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.

I’ve eaten shrooms.

I’ve popped E.

I’ve inhaled Nitrous.

I have cough drops when I’m not sick.

I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.

I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.

I own over 5 rap CDs.

I shut others out when I’m depressed.

I take anti-depressants.

I have been/am anorexic or bulimic.

I’ve slept an entire day when I didn’t need it.

I’ve hurt myself on purpose.

I’ve woken up crying.

I’m afraid of dying.

I hate funerals.

I’ve seen someone dying.

Someone close to me has committed suicide.

I’ve planned my own suicide.

I’ve attempted suicide.

I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

I own an iPod or MP3 player.

I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.

I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.

I own something from Hot Topic.

I own something from Pac Sun.

I collect comic books.

LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.

Name: roxanne sky jones.
Birth Date: april 4, 1991.
Current Location: houston, texas.
Hair Color: naturally brunette but blonde at the moment.
Righty/Lefty: righty.

LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.

Your fears: death, spiders, drowning, deep water, oceans (thanks, jeffery).
The perfect date: i’m not too picky with dates. as long as i’m having fun and i like the guy, i’m great.
Goals: find love, get married, have kids, grow old.

LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.

Your thoughts first waking up: yesterday: “last day of work!” today: “fuck… i have to supervise senior finals today!” tomorrow: “NO WORK TODAY!”
Your best physical feature: i’ve been told i have “a nose i’d love to buy.” (awkward…) or “eyes to die for.” (again, awkward)
Your bed time: whenever i end up passing out.
Your most missed memory: any fun times with eri.

LAYER 4: YOUR PICK.

Pepsi or Coke: coke.
McDonald’s or Burger King: the golden arches (don’t judge!).
Single or Group Dates: single. “every group date turns into a competition.” -joe.
Adidas or Nike: nike. LOVE the shorts. i basically live in them.
Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla.

LAYER 5: DO YOU…

Smoke Cigarettes: no.
Smoke Pot: occasionally.
Take showers: duh. every single day.
Have a crush: yes. my boyfriend duh.
Believe in yourself: at times.
Believe what goes around comes around: yes.
Believe everything happens for a reason: YES.
Think you’re a health freak: god no.

LAYER 6: IN THE PAST MONTH.

Gone to the mall: yes.
Been on stage: yes.
Eaten sushi: gross! no.
Been hurt: yes.
Dyed your hair: yes.

LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER.

Played a stripping game: who hasn’t by my age?
Kissed the same sex: i like to drink.
Got beaten up: no.
Changed who you were to fit in: again, who hasn’t by my age?

LAYER 8: GETTING OLD.

Age you’re hoping to be married by: 21. got one more year! FUCK!
Number of kids you’re planning on have: 2 or 3

LAYER 9: IN A GIRL/GUY.

Best eye color: green or blue. though i LOVE jordan’s hazel eyes. <3
Hair color: brunette.
Looks or personality: both please? personality first. (i have to be unshallow here. i’ve put looks first before. it’s like dating a rock.)
Fun or serious: seriously fun!

LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING…

1 MINUTE AGO: this.
1 HOUR AGO: talking to todd.
1 WEEK AGO: work.
1 YEAR AGO: can’t even remember.

LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I feel: pretty. oh so pretty. i feel pretty and witty and bright!
I hate: sexual harrassment seminars and “supervising”.
I need: coffee.
I hide: my “personal items”.
I love: jordan.

LAYER 12: FAVORITES.

Band: everclear.
Color: green.
Food: pasta.
Thing to do: dance.

LAYER 13: RANDOM.

When’s the last time you kissed someone? this morning.
What’s your middle name? sky. (curse you hippy parents!)
What are you excited for? saturday!
Do you have any saved texts on your phone? yes.

carolinejdot:

itstheshoesthatmakeit:

saveyourselfandillholdthemback:

everyonetells:

Expectation:

Reality:

THE MOST ACCURATE THING I’VE EVER SEEN.

OMG YES

GtothefrickenPOY

my life.

this all sucks very much. (almost) all will be explained. if you have any questions, send me a message.

first: it’s pronounced “huh-rass-ment” not “hair-us-ment”. stop saying it that way. you sound even more like a prick than you already are.

second: the reason i’m here is because i thought it was wise to respond to my boss’ sexual advances and go ahead and sleep with him. not just outside of work in my free time either. but actually during work hours, AT WORK, ON HIS DESK, DURING HIS FREE PERIOD. needless to say, we were eventually caught fucking (pardon my french) on his desk by HIS BOSS.

third: sexual harrassment seminars suck. unless you are SEVERELY mentally handicapped, you SHOULD know what qualifies as sexual harrassment.

fourth: the teacher of the seminar uses me as an example EVERY TIME. he calls me up to the front to “demonstrate” what NOT to do. (sexual harrassment right there, bud.) i’m almost certain it’s just an excuse to come on to me and touch my ass occasionally…

fifth: what happened between todd and i is over. (by my own doing, not the school) yet he insists on going out for “drinks” after this ongoing seminar (it’s a week long. why? i have no clue.). “let me take you out for a drink.” for todd roughly translates to “let’s go get you drunk AGAIN so we can fuck in my car out in the parking lot.”

sixth: i have a serious boyfriend now so todd’s advances (despite being charming and him still being quite attractive to me) are not appreciated. i have told todd about jordan SEVERAL times but he doesn’t seem to understand. but be proud of me. i haven’t cheated ONCE!

seventh: todd, you are currently reading over my shoulder. yes, i am blogging about you. read all that. okay? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! also, YOU GOT ME FIRED! and while most of me can’t thank you enough for getting me out of here AND allowing me to win my $100 bet with eri, you still got me fired thus ending my source of income. which sucks.

so now i go back to supervising senior finals. i still have until noon.

with less than a week left in this hellhole (being fired this saturday FOR SURE! because that’s what i get for fucking my boss ;) hahahaha! oh… and we have to go to a sexual harrassment seminar… fun fun fun…(saving that for a different post)), the principal decides “no, roxanne, you CAN’T have the rest of the week off. would you, please, come and supervise senior finals in the third gym? it would really help us out. and we’ll pay you for your time. thank you!”

let me break this down for you since that most likely didn’t make sense to you unless you work with me or attend the high school i work at:

“would you, please,”= “you MUST do this or we will blacklist you AND you will not recieve your final paycheck.”

“come and supervise”= consists of a) showing up ungodly early (we’re talking 6:30 am when i usually wake up around 7 am for work and 11 am on weekends and days off) b) walking around aimlessly and c) “preventing cheating”. i personally do not care if they cheat. if they DO cheat, i believe the worst that can happen is that their final is no longer valid. i believe they still get to walk at graduation, actually. and no disciplinary action can be taken since THEY ARE BASICALLY DONE WITH THIS HELLHOLE!

“senior finals”= what they make non-exempt seniors come do after they’ve been told they’re done with high school. in between their “last day” and graduation. if they do not take their final and they are not exempt, they don’t get to walk at graduation. they are each two hours long but they cannot leave until at least an hour after starting, no matter if it took them five minutes to finish. there are two each day except for friday. today is 7th and 6th period, tomorrow is 5th and 4th period, the next day is 3rd and 2nd period, and friday is 1st period. (i, thank god, do not have to come tomorrow at least but i do have to come all other days.)

“in the third gym?”= the dreaded third gym is freezing cold constantly (i can no longer feel my toes or fingers) and the oldest of the three gyms (why it isn’t called gym one? i don’t know. it has been here since the school was built in like the early 60’s). i have only been in here once before for a dance team practice while their room was under construction. the floor is terribly warped and uneven, making it damn near impossible to walk across (let alone dance on) without tripping and falling on your face.

“it would really help us out.”= “we are understaffed because we’re a bunch of cheapskates who underpay our employees, including you, and quite a few of our teachers have been either fired for reasons such as embezzling school funds so they can take their family on vacation *cough cough ORCHESTRA TEACHER! cough cough cough* or quit because they simply can’t take it anymore.” and the teachers that DO stick around hate this establishment so much that they’re not willing to sacrifice any unneccesary time to “supervise” people who can honestly handle themselves quite well at school.

“and we’ll pay you for your time.”= “here’s five bucks more. go get yourself something nice.”

“thank you!”= “we’re so glad we’ll be rid of you come saturday!”

so if you can’t tell by now, i hate this place. someone come save me.