S.Sixteen.Sinful.

Canadian cutie Currently confused My mother has always told me that I am wise beyond my years and often comments that I am "16 going on 30"

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Mmhmmmmm

Hello everyone.

So S is actually 17 now, and has been as of last October 2006. Sorry, had to refer to myself in the third person.

Check out the New Blog! www.s17s.blogspot.com

Much Loveeee

S

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Exhaustion, discomfort, nothing is new there.


The nutritionist recommends staying off milk for a month until my stomach heals properly. She was really nice, the bitch. She doesn't understand how it is to have this illness eating away at your heart and mind everyday.
My math tutor, the genius with a masters in psychology as well, says staying off milk is better for you anyways. I had a feeling he was trying to make me feel better, but realized he has too much intelligence to lie like that.


K slips in and out of my mind. One day I will want nothing more than for him to disappear off the face of this earth, because it will be easier to forget about him, as he is in love with my best friend, and the next day he'll do something to completely turn me on or make me melt. I went to see a movie with my best friend and her family 2 weeks ago and he came along too. He sat next to me, buried his head in my shoulder, slipped his leg in between mine (one of my legs was on the seat in front of me), forcibly held my hand and fell asleep. Turn-on. Halfway through the movie as I watched the two lovers embrace on-screen I sighed and exclaimed "Oh how cute!"
"Just like you and me" came a mumbled reply from K. Meltinggg - his accent is a turn on.


Last night I called him and he picked up the phone half-asleep. Guys voices when they are sleepy or sleeping already make me melt. Combined with his accent? I was melted into a puddle on the floor of my room.

Today he called me and asked me to marry him. I wish he'd stop. I'll probably begin to think about him all the time again.

I'm sleepy. Goodnight.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Recent glances at my calendar have drawn to my attention that the day before Halloween marks the end of me being 16.

I may as well make a new blog then...but only this time I will post regularly and stick to it, hopefully gain a few more faithful readers and enjoy it.

Now that I think about it, this blog was just a place to release my mundane frustrations about trivial matters instead of focusing on the real problems.


Wow. I do believe I have grown up quite a bit over the summer to realize that. Having said this, I am currently sick of being interested in any guy, although I'd be willing to do a post on a hot stripper I met while working this summer.

All in favour, say Ay.

Sinfully yours,

S.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Longgg Post

Okay, it has been an incredibly long while. This next bit is a post about the guy, K, that I mentioned in my last post, the one I started but never finished until today.

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Well, well. I've been back for about 4 days now, and things have DEFINITELY not slowed down. Last night, there were fireworks down by the beach and everyone usually goes down there to get drunk, high, and forget about watching them. The night before, I called my best friend to see what time we were going.

A deep, accented, male voice answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi," I said, somewhat startled. "Can I speak to A, please?"

"She's just doing some work for her dad," the voice bantered on.

"Whats your name?" I asked.

"K," he replied.

Oh! So this was the K that Fir's girlfriend and Mini-Slut had informed me about. According to Mini-Slut, he was incredibly good-looking.

So we talked for a few minutes, I was somewhat rude to him in order to talk to my best friend, I called him conceited, and for some reason this manner appealed to him.

"He thinks you're cute," my best friend said when she took the phone.
A pause later, she said, "Do you think he's cute?"

"Uhhh, I think he's funny, I guess" I shrugged.

I had heard about him, but didn't think much of it. Later on, my best friend told me he had a page on a certain website we all share where you can post pictures, leave each other comments, messages, etcetera.

"Go look at his page," she ordered. I lazily typed in his username in the search file and without interest gazed at the screen as the images began to appear.

The first picture was of an extremely sexy six pack. I had to admit, I was very impressed, although many guys have really nice bodies but not so nice faces.

The second picture was of him and my friend's younger brother. At this one, I have to admit my jaw dropped, and BELIEVE me when I say I wish I could post a face picture of him. Tanned skin, black hair, and gorgeous blue eyes (I was later informed that they were colour contacts) stared back at me with an incredibly sexy expression. I'm not going to lie, when I looked at his last and final picture, my mind was completely blown.

Anyways, my friend and I discussed fireworks plans and proceeded to meet up the next day. "Saf!" my friend cried happily. "Let me introduce you to K" she said, pulling me over to him. Wow, I thought, he looks even better in real life (hehe).

"We talked on the phone," he said.
I pretended to look blank for a second before "realizing" and saying "Ohh of course, yeahh," as I looked into those gosh hot contacts.

I learned he was sleeping at my best friend's house too, and for the rest of the time we were out, we didn't interact much. It wasn't until he was walking towards my friend's house with her cousins, that she gave me her cell phone with him on it and we talked and laughed as he was walking towards the house. About a minute later, they arrived and we all looking for alcohol around my friends house before finding a few coolers and a bottle of Crown Royal. Me and K drank the Crown mixed with Coke, and the rest of them drank the coolers. In a much tipsier state of mind later, me and K were alone in the kitchen. I was feeling pretty drunk right at that point, when K suggested we gulp the rest of our drinks and see who could do it the fastest. Knowing that I would probably throw up if I did, I shook my head drunkenly.

"I'm drunk," I said.
"No, you're not," he responded. "Come here, let's see."
I walked over to him and he took my face in his hands and stared into my eyes with intensity.
"Doesn't look like it," he said.
"Well, I feel like it," I admitted.
We both found this hilarious and he haphazardly placed his glass in a very precarious position on the counter, almost falling off, which we found even more hysterical. Laughing, I lost my balance for a second and proceeded to push myself up onto the top of the counter.


I wrote that much before I left, and I can’t exactly remember what he said or what I said that night now, but short in short is that as I was sitting on the counter, he walked forward, put his hands around my waist and kissed me. Shortly after that, we headed upstairs where I drunkenly agreed to engaging in activities with him (Ha, I feel like Gay Banker, writing that!)

**Slightly Explicit*(Not according to many of the people’s blogs I read but for me to write this next bit, I’d say it merits a small warning)
We headed up stairs, he pulled me into my friend’s guest room, turned off the lights and locked the door. He proceeded to pull me onto the bed, his hands slowly sliding everywhere with expertise. He turned me around so I fell ontop of him, still kissing me all the way as I casually ran my fingers over his sexy, hard 6-pack (GOD, that was a turn on). Shortly after, we removed each other’s clothes, yet I was too wasted to do anything else other than service him…and I haven’t really seen many cocks, maybe 4 or 5 not including his but SWEET JESUS it was HUGE…barely even fit in my mouth ;) He had really nice balls too…anyways I finished him off and a friend knocked on the door…we jumped up, put our clothes back on and I walked out the door.

After about 30 minutes of just sitting down in my friend’s computer chair…I began to sober up, which was NOT pleasant for me. What had I just done? I had gotten drunk, made out and sucked off practically a complete stranger, which is definitely not my style no matter HOW disgustingly sexy he is. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him for the next hour, but softened when my friend told me he liked me and was upset that I couldn’t even look at him. I began not moving when he came near me and talking to him a little bit.

At about 4:30 in the morning, there were only a few of us left downstairs, including my best friend A (whose house we were at), K, me, and A’s cousin who I shall call S. Anyways, S is sitting on the foldout bed that attaches to the couch and I jump onto it and put my legs on him…K comes, jumps on me, puts a pillow on my stomach, stretchs out so I’m lying sideways and he has his head on my stomach (so think of us as a T shape with me as the top of the T) and I am about to tell him to get off when A comes and jumps on top of him. Like a big human sandwhich or something. Anyways, for the next half hour, S is stroking my leg with one hand, and holding my left hand with his other hand, K is holding my right hand with one hand, his other hand playing with my stomach and stroking it…hehe neither boy knew he wasn’t the only one doing things to me, but I won’t lie…it was verrry nice. Anyways, at about 5 in the morning, A’s father comes down to leave for work. S, K and me all pretend to be asleep while A stupidly continues watching TV. She gets in trouble with her father for being awake and he sends her upstairs. Shortly after, S leaves to go sleep upstairs also. Which leaves K and me. I get out from under his head, and stretch out next to him, facing the other way. With one fluid motion, he stretchs out a muscled arm, pulled me into him, and went to sleep.

Unfortunately, my bliss didn’t last very long because S’s twin, W, knocked on the door after he went to throw up from all the drinking and I was forced to open it. Anyways, I return to the bed and look at K. His hair is messed up, theres a scar under his eye from one of his friend’s elbows pushing him by mistake, he’s squinting at me, and damnit, he still looks GORGEOUS. Immediately feeling self-conscious, I think of how shitty I must look first thing in the morning. Now, I’m not really that confident in my looks anways, and I’m especially feeling ugly next to this gorgeous guy who could probably get any girl he wanted to do ANYTHING for him. So I stay lying on the outside of his arm so that if he really wants to, he can just pull it out. I’ll make it easy for him, I think to myself. His sexy eyes focus on me for a minute, then at the space in between us, and he looks at me again and asks “What is this?” So I roll closer to him, he wraps both sexy, muscly arms around me, holds me sooooo tightly, puts his chin on my head, and goes back to sleep. My ear is right against his heart, I can hear it beating, I’m more comfortable than I’ve ever been in my life, and he’s comfortable enough to sleep with me like this.

Do I really need to say how fucking perfect this was? This was basically all my stupid little dreams coming true.

Anyways, since then, he’s talked to me a lot, called me, emailed me when I was away, and last night, when we were talking on the phone, he told me he liked a girl so much that he wouldn’t even look at another girl if he was with her.

Yes I stupidly have some tiny hope that it’s me. Well, I’m seeing him tomorrow! Wish me luck!


Love you all,

S.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Update

Well, I wrote a post entirely on a guy I met this past wednesday, because it was a big thing, but it's on my home computer and I am once again travelling. So, you'll just have to hear about him a little later in this post.

Anyways, I spent two weeks at a sort of camp with Fir and others at the beginning of July. In short, he was a dickhead the entire time, ignored me, and I really hated him because he cheated on my best friend with a girl called Z from another part of Canada. So, after I left the camp type thing, I went into the heart of the city and met some family which I had never met before...it was really interesting and entertaining to meet so many older, wiser, intelligent people. I met a guy named A who is 24 years old and is my second cousin. We got along fabulously and I have kept in touch since then and trusted him with a lot of information. So far, he has not really disappointed me.

After leaving that province, I went to the USA to see my mom's sister. We spent 11 days there with all of her family and her parents, and I had an amazing time shopping and playing with all of my cousins, and even more fun when we celebrated my grandparents 50th anniversary. The only really important turn of events that happened while I was in the States was that me and Z started talking everyday via MSN, and have become extremely close. In fact, I am in the province where she lives right now, and have already made many plans to go out with her.

So, on the 30th of July, I return home for what I anticipated to be a very short and uneventful 4 days. This was definitely not the case, as you will read when I return to my home computer, but for now you will have to wait and anticipate or just read the extremely details-excluded blurb at the bottom of this post.

Last night, I hopped on a plane with my family, and a very short time later, I am reunited with my father's side of the family. It has only been a day, but I am having a tremendously good time already and although my mind is only on one boy, there are tons of cute ones everywhere.

Okay so, to the boy. After getting drunk on Wednesday night and waking up in his arms on Thursday morning at my friend's house, he has called me numerous times and even emailed me today because he can't call my long-distance. Here are the facts

1) He is absolutely gorgeous
2) I know a ton of girls who want him - very badly and would be willing to give him anything he wanted
3) He told me that everywhere he goes, girls stare at him and a bunch of them come up to him and flirt outrageously (I honestly bet they do)
4) My friend thinks he likes me

But just one question: If this boy can have any girl he wants, or any girl he wants to put out, why would he POSSIBLY want me?

Any takers?


Saf

Friday, July 21, 2006

Heyy all!

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH wow.

Long time, guys.

Well I'm still not home and I don't get home till the 30th, but I've had an AMAZING time with friends in Toronto and now family in Washington D.C.

I may even post a picture of myself up here when I get back and have some time.

Btw -- the celiacs is still a huge trouble to deal with, but I've lost some weight and am pretty happy at the moment. My aunt here in D.C. even knows about a bakery that makes all gluten-free stuff, so I will not be without cookies and cake for much longer.

Anyways, was just missing reading all of yours blogs and although I havent had much time to catch up, I'm really looking forward to hearing what you all have been up to lately.


Much, much, much love,

Saf.

P.S. I miss you too, Professor!

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Warning: Extreme self-pitying post

So...I've been feeling...well, to put it eloquently, like shit lately. Actually, I remember it starting exactly a year ago...but that's a minor detail.

To put it simply, I'm sick. Really, really, really sick. But not in the way that you might think. After about year of gaining weight (I went from a size 2 to a size 6), having stomach problems, and feeling absolutely exhausted in the last few months, I got some bloodwork done, and my doctor tested it for me. Friday afternoon, he called my mother with the results and she sat me down when she came home.

Turns out, I have celiac disease. Basically, this means an allergy to anything with wheat products, because most of them contain wheat gluten. This is going to greatly restrict my diet from now on.

I can't even explain how upset and angry I am, for several reasons. First of which, before a bread store opened up near my house about a year ago, I honestly hated bread. Now, of course, I love it, especially a multi-grain flour loaf which contains tons of ingredients that I'm allergic to. Over the year I've actually developed a love for lots of wheat products, have been consuming everything from oats to rice cakes, and coincidentally I know love both of those but they happen to be on the strict "No" List for me now. I guess this is the main cause of my sadness. Although, I'm also sad because I've had severe asthma all of my life which is never going to go away, so I've always sort of had to watch what I did, and now having to watch what I eat is going to be even more unbearable.

I guess I am angry because celiac disease causes indigestion amongst other stomach problems and so I've been pumping myself full of bran and fibres and not understanding that they were actually making me worse and I've been trying to eat a certain way to help my health improve and nothing I've tried is working and I've obviously just made myself worse in a vain attempt to actually improve.

On top of all of this, celiac disease causes severe anemia so I have been walking around, half-asleep, with a hemoglobin count of 8 when it should be 12 or 13. I'm just exhausted now and fed up and I've even stopped wearing makeup because I don't even care what I look like anymore because I'm so tired and hungry all the time.

Dear god, I want out of this hell. Please.

That's all for now,

Saf.