Being a Girl

This is going to be a rather girly post and I'm going to talk about boys, which is a girly thing to do and according to some of the guys at the hostel, it's all us girls ever talk about.  (Ha! SOO not true... I hope)  Anyway.  Boy talking time.  Boys.  Boys, boys, boys.  Can't live with them and can't live without them... Great.  Over the past week, I've been getting some perspective on boys or rather my attitude towards them. (On a side note, hostel Dad has just finished mowing the lawns and the peace and quiet is A-MAZ-ZING!!) ANYWAY.  I know you all want to hear about my love life.  Well. Actually.  There isn't one.  I'm currently sitting in my room by myself listening to Celine Dion, single much?!  Over the past week I've decided that I'm sick of trying my hardest to be noticed because, lets be honest, A) no body likes a desperate try hard, and B) It's exhausting - emotionally and I'm sure physically at times too (like playing soccer in the mud - don't ask.)  So I have decided to stop trying and start living my life for me and God.  To create a life that, to quote Celine Dion's song (well sort of), makes me happy.  If I live my life trying to please others, make a guy notice me, and where I'm not being my normal self so I'm not judged, I don't think that's a very pleasing or satisfying life for anyone really.  When a guy notices me living life as happy and confident me and decides that he wants to get to know me a bit better, than he can do the chasing.  In my opinion, that's how it should be.  Also, this guy, whoever he is, is going to be Irish, rich, Christian, a pastry chef/architect, rides a motor bike and is a Gerard Butler look a like (or the other guy from P.S I Love You that Hilary Swanks character falls in love with, he also plays Denny in Grey's Anatomy.) Speaking of Grey's Anatomy, I think I'm a tad obsessed/addicted, but that's another story for another day.  Remind me won't you to write about Grey's?  So if you find a guy who fits my description, CALL ME!  Nah, just kidding, that's a tad stalkerish, just link him to my facebook page or this blog ;P

Oh and please don't tell me that 'I'm a sweet, kind, pretty, beautiful, [insert nice descibing word here] girl, and that there is a boy out there for me' because A) I would preferably like a man rather than a boy - don't really see myself as a cougar you know and B) I KNOW SO PLEASE DON'T KEEP REMINDING ME! I don't need to keep hearing this, I would just like to vent and you to just sit there and listen.  Deal? Deal.

Right.  Assignment time.  Blogging is a good procrastination tool in case you were wondering.
Sophie
x

P.S This is my 50th blog post on this blog - YAY me!