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The Living Waters Of A Stray Girl

About The Girl

My name is Brenda and I'm a 21 year old from Southern
California. I'm currently undergoing a transfer
from La Sierra University to *********
******** *******.

I enjoy writing (you will see
if you look any further), playing the piano, singing,
scrapbooking, knitting, quilting,
weaving, painting, cooking, baking, meeting new people
(mostly just hot guys), traveling, being with kids,
doing volunteer work for elementary teachers in ESCO., hanging out with God in my room or solo outside, and
much much more.

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January 15, 2002
Well, I guess as you might be able to tell, I'm starting somewhat of a journal here. Although, I must say, much will be left out. You might see more "glimpses" than journal entries. But for today I'll let you in on a few things. I'm almost so disturbed by the fact that guys simply have no communication skills whatsoever that I want to scream. It's like one minute the girl "thinks" (and I quote this because it's turned out to be a falsehood many times) they are giving it to them straight up, but then all of a sudden, when she turns around, they're standing there with a completely different outlook than before. And what about listening skills?? Oh yeah...they have none!! I guess, though, that since guys are so mentally challenged by the words of a woman they can't seem to understand the concepts we patiently (sometimes forcefully) try to engrave in their brains. DWEEBS!! And because whatever we try to transmit over to their side becomes somewhat tampered with as it enters one ear, goes through the loopholes of a guys brain, gets caught in a simple thought, then comes out covered in whatever it was they were thinking...the image in their mind of what was really said seems to have changed and they think something that isn't true. Then, of course, the guy responds with a comment or answer that somewhat takes the form of her inquiry and she thinks to herself, "What the hell??!! A guy that listens??" The poor girl later finds out that the guy was just another dumbass who ran his skateboard right over her words and they ended up altered and confused. I'm sure you know what happens next. The guy somehow realizes he didn't hear her right and then puts the girl into a position in which she must take lead to fix this poor souls perspective. Sometimes I really hate guys. But, sometimes I really hate girls too. ~

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Last Updated: June 29, 2003


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