Check this out. Every girl should understand why guys are different sometimes. A lot of this is true. Read it through. Its actually pretty funny at times. Taken from a MSN article.

 

Why won't he stop and ask for directions?
You've all been there. "There" being nowhere near where you are supposed to be because the Magellan wannabe behind the steering wheel would rather drive around in circles, cursing at street signs for hours, than pull into a gas station and ask for help. But his resistance isn't merely macho - it comes from a primal, evolutionary place, explains Allan Pease, coauthor of Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps. "Men had to rely on spatial skills to survive - they needed to know where to throw the spear to hit the zebra running at high speeds. They also needed to remember how to get back home with the meat. So to have to stop and ask for directions is to admit you've failed at your number one evolutionary task!"

In other words, our big, fat egos are at stake -- even if the task at hand isn't exactly life-and-death. "If Columbus could find America, I feel like I should be able to find my niece's third-birthday party," says Rich, 35, a geologist from Miller Place, NY.

Why is he obsessed with the Discovery Channel?
Flip to the Discovery Channel at any given moment and you'll see people blowing things up, animals eating each other or men with ridiculous mustaches riding around on motorcycles. It's everything we wish we were doing instead of working from 9 to 5 every day (besides the getting-eaten-by-a-wild-jackal part).

Why does he love quickies so much?
It's simple mathematics. Dudes experience spontaneous sexual hunger about twice as often as women, according to a study conducted at Oxford University. Add to that the fact that 30 percent of men experience premature ejaculation at some point in our lives, and you've got an equation for a quickie. Nick, 31, an actor from Braintree, MA, has a somewhat less scientific explanation for the male proclivity for fast-and-furious love: "More pleasure, less effort," he says. "It's like my favorite beer - tastes great, less filling."

Why can't he be bothered to wrap a present?
So we think the store bag counts as wrapping paper. It's not because we're uncaring jackasses. As evidenced by many a single guy's apartment, where a $2,000 TV set can coexist happily with a coffee table fashioned from a cardboard box, attention to detail often eludes us. We see the big picture -- i.e., the gift -- but little finishing details like bows and ribbons seem superfluous and inconsequential.

And believe it or not, there is actually a lot of loving thought that goes into the lack of shiny paper and Scotch tape. "When I've bought my girlfriend something expensive from a fancy store, I want her to know that it's the real deal and not some knockoff I bought on the street," says Jimmy, 32, from Bowling Green, OH. "Giving it to her in the store bag proves it." And, really, isn't a pretty blue Tiffany shopping bag nicer to look at than something wrapped in three-year-old Christmas paper and duct tape?

Why can't he throw out those junky T-shirts from college?
No, we don't think armpit-stained Guns N' Roses concert tees are the must-have item this fall. Two impulses make us hold onto those old shirts until they fall off our bodies: One is -- yes -- sentimentality. "This is where men and women are alike," says Nick. "This is the X in our XY chromosomes. Whenever I put certain old shirts on, I can't help but remember a game of touch football or the first hike I went on with my fiance while I was wearing that shirt." The other reason we can't part with our tees is that guys are, well, kinda lazy. Throwing something out requires effort -- and replacing it requires one of the most dreaded activities in a man's life: going to the mall. If it's comfortable and covers our torso to a reasonable degree, both our hearts and our shopping phobia will have us holding onto it for dear life.

Why does he call his friends by rude nicknames?
Your husband is on the phone with one of his buddies and just referred to him by a funny but foul name. Are they in the middle of a fight? Just the opposite, says Austin, 31, from New Orleans: "Only someone who loved us would say something that harsh to our face." Allan Pease explains, "Giving friends nicknames shows an emotional connection, but the filthy humor prevents it from being too emotional, which makes men uncomfortable."

Why does he suck at chitchatting on the phone?
It's all about hormones, says relationship expert John Gray, Ph.D., author of Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus. "Oxytocin, a hormone that reduces stress in women, is stimulated through communicating and collaborating. For men, testosterone reduces stress - and it's stimulated through solving problems and competition. Chitchatting is basically the opposite of accomplishing anything. It can actually lower a guy's testosterone levels, and he'll start feeling uncomfortable and bored."

Why must he repack the car when you fit everything in fine?
Whether you are loading Costco loot for the short ride home or shoving suitcases in the trunk for a cross-country trek, there is one thing you can be sure of: Whichever way you cram everything in will be "all wrong." Why do guys insist that they're expert packers? "Well, typically a man is better at packing the car," laughs Gray. (Yeah, we men stick together like that.) "Most research reveals that men have a much more developed sense of spatial perception, which is what makes a person good at arranging things." And don't be fooled by those moans and complaints he makes about having to redo your alleged packing disaster. "We love the challenge," admits Nels, 34, a writer from Savannah. "It's like a life-size game of Tetris."

Why does he always think it is 20 degrees hotter than it really is?
Some experts say men have a higher internal temperature. Others say that more body hair = warmer bodies. Whatever the reason, all guys agree: If you need to pile seven blankets on the bed every time the temperature dips below 68 degrees, keep them on your side of the bed!

Why does he have a garage filled with power tools he never uses?
Guys are born to love gizmos - literally. In a study of newborns who were given the choice of looking at a human face or a mobile, the majority of boy babies were more interested in looking at the whirling, twirling thingy than the adoring person making goo-goo faces. (Baby girls, conversely, preferred human interaction. Weirdos.) In addition to this apparently instinctive love of things that spin and buzz at the push of a button, many guys experience a kind of nostalgia when perusing the Black and Decker aisle at Sears. "It's often his attempt to live the fantasy of being the Man of the House," says Pat Love, Ed.D., author of The Truth About Love. We grew up seeing our dads and grandpas running around with hammers and monkey wrenches fixing (or making worse) whatever ailed the house. We want to be just like them, not some 21st-century wienie who's afraid to chip a nail. Having the tools on hand at least gives us the illusion of competence.

Why doesn't he want to talk about his day when he gets home?
"I just want to leave all the annoying crap of the day behind me and think about nothing for a while," says Jim, 31, a father of two from Beacon, NY. At the end of the day, men are tired of thinking, and, more important, we're tired of talking. "Studies show that women use 8,000 to 9,000 words a day. Men use 2,000 to 4,000 words a day on average," explains communication expert Allan Pease. "By the time they come home from work, they've used up their words. And women have 5,000 left to go."

Why can he remember the score of a baseball game played 10 years ago, but forgets his own mother's birthday?
Sixty percent of men forget birthdays and anniversaries, compared with only 16 percent of women, according to one British survey. Are all guys idiots? (Don't answer that!) "Birthdays and anniversaries are linked to emotional events, which brain-imaging studies show that the male mind doesn't respond to as much as the female mind does," says Pease. On the other hand, as we've already seen, testosterone is what really soothes the male soul, and watching or competing in sports is one of the primary things that gets it pumping. "You hold onto those scores and memories because they make you feel good," John Gray notes.

Why does he get jealous about a boyfriend from seventh grade?
Bringing up an old flame, no matter how innocently, is a sure way to ignite the fires of jealousy in your guy's heart. Men, you may have noticed, can be incredibly competitive, and as Pat Love notes, "Talking about an old boyfriend makes him feel powerless. He's thinking, 'How can I compete with a memory?'" He can attempt to outwit - or, in the worst-case scenario, punch out - some guy he thinks is flirting with you at a bar, but there is nothing he can do about little Johnny Smith, who held hands with you on that field trip to the natural history museum. Man, we hate that guy.

What's up with all the lesbian fantasies?
"Two words: No penises," says Jimmy. Truth is, in the pantheon of ridiculous sex fantasies floating around the male mind, one scenario reigns over all others: stumbling upon two women going at it hot and heavy, and being asked to join in the fun. And watching two porn actresses experience orgasm after orgasm with each other (they wouldn't fake it, right?) is the closest 99.9 percent of men not named Hugh Hefner or Dirk Diggler will ever get to living that fantasy.

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Wow... I'm actually updating my xanga again.... its the revival

 

Happy Valentine's Day everyone, and especially to Lovely Romie:

 

Everyone leave a comment saying who your valentine is

 

Romie Here is a sweet song just for you:

 

(First one), I would create a heart changing love,
(Second one), I’ll take yours n fill it all up,
(Third one), but I don’t need a lot of wishes cause,
I’ll, be okay if I get one
[Chorus]

If I had one wish, we would be best friends
Love would never end,
It would just begin.
If I had one wish, you would be my boo,
Promise to love you,
Trust me I’ll trust you.
If I had one wish, we would run away,
Making love all day,
Have us a baby.
If I had one wish, I’d make you my whole life,
And you'd be my wife?
Make it right this time.

[Interlude]

If I had one wish,
One wish, one wish, one wish
One wish, one wish, one wish
One wish, one wish, one wish
One wish, one wish, one wish


[Verse 2]

And tell me is this the only way I,
Can get you right back in.
If so, then search and I’ll go,
Then I can have you for sure.
Then you’ll be loving me,
Holding me,
Kissing me.
So girl don’t tell me what,
I’m feeling is make believe.
I swear if I lose,
A second chance with you,
I wouldn’t know what to do,
I’d probably check myself in,
To some kind of clinic,
I couldn’t be alone,
Because without you I’m sick
Here’s my wish list

[Chorus]
(First one), I would create a heart changing love
(Second one), I’ll take yours n fill it all up(Third one), but I don’t need a lot of wishes cause,
I’ll, be okay if I get one



If I had one wish, we would be best friends (we’d be best friends)
Love would never end, (never end)
It would just begin. (Starting here right now)
If I had one wish, you would be my boo,
Promise to love you, (promise to love)
Trust me I’ll trust you. (I trust you)
If I had one wish, we would run away, (yes we would)
Making love all day, (it would feel so good)
Have us a baby. (whooooooo)
If I had one wish, I’d make you my whole life, (oh yeah)
Can you be my wife?
Make it right this time.
If I had one wish…

[Interlude]

I don’t even know
How we ended up on this road,
And even though we are grown,
Girl I just want you to know

[Chorus ]

Some people wish to be a superstar

Wish to have a fancy car
Wish to have a million bucks
I only wish to be in love

O baby pretty baby
If i made one wish I'll make it all on you
Whoo oo
Makin love to the break of dawn
Me and you lasting all night long

 

 

 

I've been thinking.

 

     Today's Christmas, so Merry Christmas despite what Sabreet says that I can't say that because I'm not christian. So in that case, Merry Christmas to any christians, Happy Hanukah to any Jewish people, and you Hindus will just have to wait until Holi. Happy?

 

Ok on to business.

 

      Despite your nationality and/or religion, does anyone ever get that Holiday-ish feeling?

I think you might know what I mean. All of you do, at least you should, or you're living in a box. It gets to me every winter at one time or another. Ever listen to those old christimas songs like "Let it Snow" or "Silver Bells" and feel all weird? Especially jazz holiday music like the song thats playing right now.(Turn speakers up) Now I'm not gonna get all Virginia Wolf, but I never fully understood what made these songs so different. It is also important to note that caroling dumb songs does NOT qualify and is not the same.

      I thought maybe it's the singers themselves, and how the style has evolved in time. Truthfully, a far lesser percent of sucessful music artists in today's culture are actually exceptional in singing, compared to the percentage 25 years ago and prior. Music has evolved to be not so much about the tone and quality of the song, sweet voice, and the meaning but more towards the beat and the "sexual perception" of the song. Now don't send me hate mail because i said that. Yes, very meaningful music still exists, yet It's definately not as popular as it used to be. I digress. Yet I don't.

       In all reality, these songs that seem to warm the atmosphere (<- Someone's gonna call me gay for that one) are acutally simply more melodic and have a different true, passionate, and a sort of honest quality to them. It makes an enormous difference if anyone can somewhat draw a parallel. I'm not completely sure why I'm writing this, especially since I use my xanga for what I feel it was intended to be created for, an online journal and expression, not a message or announcement board. I digress yet again.

      Does anyone understand? I feel like I'm talking to a blank wall. Maybe this also has something to do with all the sales and how the media percieves this holiday time. One walk to the mall, and right in the center is a fifty foot tall tree, with a plump santa sitting at teh bottom. Lines fill with children both young and old, and others carry bags and bags of teasures for thier family and friends. 'Tis the season for giving. With all the sales and ornate red and green decorations within the stores, few can resist. And with this submission, people give in to the spirit of the Holidays, one that has been taken over by mass media, yet, it still affects us the same way.

     Lastly, and perhaps the most important, might be the beauty of the holidays. Yesterday my family was driving in a neighborhood late at night, and the road was breathtaking. Small paper bags with burning candles inside lined the edge of the street. Every single house on both sides made the effort to put up lights and put those candles on the edge of the street. The beauty and sheer length of the lights is astounding. It signifies unison and happiness, and that might perhaps be what can be felt in that Holiday-ish feeling.

 

A feeling that I won't soon forget.

 

-Ronomit

 

::edit::

 Wanna see a convo that makes no sense and is hilarous? Here ya go

 

Starting in middle of convo, because I xed teh box. This is after a rant that I shouldnt have that away message:

 

sonikudi226: but seriously

Auto response from RonJon: Here

sonikudi: with that away
sonikudi: you want to be IMed
RonJon: but seriously
RonJon: why do you care?
sonikudi: and i so know that you closed my box
sonikudi: cuz away messages are really exciting
RonJon: good for you
sonikudi: youre really mean online
RonJon: good for me
sonikudi: r u ridiculously stressed out
RonJon: no
sonikudi: then youre just being a poopy head for fun?
RonJon: nope
sonikudi: then why are you so.....
RonJon: i dotn know why you're so critical
sonikudi: im not critical...youre just really mean
RonJon: thats funny
sonikudi: what
sonikudi: no its not
sonikudi: you think youre cool cuz youre mean?
sonikudi: cuz dude, thats not cool
sonikudi: some ppl are hypersensitive
sonikudi: and this can send them back
sonikudi: to the institution
RonJon6: yeah
sonikudi: you shouldnt try to be mean jsut to be coo
sonikudi: l
RonJon: you are hypersensitive
sonikud: no i am not
RonJon: you sure seem like it
sonikudi: i am not
sonikudi: and it doesnt matter how i seem
sonikudi: cuz half the time ppl pretend to be something differnt anyway
sonikudi: so you cant go by assumption
RonJon6: you're too analytical
sonikudi: youre too accusitory

Auto response from RonJon: Here

sonikudi: see
sonikudi: and you closed my box
sonikudi: again
RonJon6: so?
sonikudi: so see
sonikudi: youre a meanie
RonJon6: ok
sonikudi: you should start a tv show
sonikudi: i wouldnt watch it
sonikudi: but some ppl might
RonJon6: thats good to know
sonikudi: and it would be a great way for you to get your anger out in different ways
sonikudi: or try being creative
sonikudi: like build a chicken
sonikudi: out of yarn
RonJon6: im not even gonna ask where that came from
sonikudi: omg
sonikudi: you are ridiculous
sonikudi: you just honestly like making ppl feel bad
RonJon6: go make a chicken out of yarn
sonikudi: its creative!
sonikudi: and its way nicer than being mean
RonJon6: no.... its reallly wierd
sonikudi: no its not
sonikudi: its creative
RonJon6: suit yourself
sonikudi: how many ppl do you know that can make a chicken out of yarn
RonJon6: 1
sonikudi: i made a cat oout of yarn
sonikudi: but i have  a feelignthat a chicken is harder
sonikudi: yea...who?
RonJon6: you
sonikudi: but i never tried
sonikudi: you just think im a dumbfuck dont you
RonJon6: im surey ou can do it
sonikudi: i hate you
RonJon6: ok
sonikudi: see
sonikudi: you indirectly called me a dumbfuck
RonJon: wow
RonJon: what a conclusion
sonikudi: are you kidding me....
sonikudi: i cant believe you have the audacity to be such a dick
RonJon: i dont know what you're talking about
RonJon: i gotta go eat
sonikudi: you just called me a dumbfuck...
RonJon: no
sonikudi: yes you did
RonJon: do you seee the word dumbfuck anywhere?
sonikudi: yea
sonikudi: i said that you thought that of me
sonikudi: and you didnt try to disprove it
sonikudi: meaning you are ok with me thinking that you think that im a dumbfuck meaning you think i really am
RonJon: it honestly doesnt mater to me waht you think
RonJon: you can think what you want
RonJon: i just care what i think
RonJon: if you want to twist my words
RonJon: go ahead
sonikudi: actually there was a lack of words
sonikudi: and so i didnt twist anything
RonJon: either way
sonikudi: but i dont wanna talk to you
RonJon: so you made up words
RonJon: good for you
sonikudi: ur a horrible person

 

I just find this Hilarious