Slowly I Step... Step By Step

You are on time if you are five minutes early, your late if you are on time. I think many of us have heard of that before. I can always say I am always on the late train. I can never be early even if my life depended on it. That is not good at all, like really needs to stop being such a babit. My sister always tells me that because she is the one who watches the times I go out and what time I come home when I go out. I live in a two story house and at times it is not good to have a two story house when you are trying to sneak in. One night I stayed out till about four in the morning. I got dropped off by my boyfriend at the time, I walked to my front door and it was locked. I went to the back door and it was the same thing locked. I had no way of getting into my house but by having to go through a doggy door. I had to go through my dogs door just to get into my house. I was lucky to have the garage door open, my house was dark no one was awake. I felt lucky because I was not going to get caught. I did an I Love Lucy move with a "Slowly I step, step by step, inch by icnh" i went through my firts living room. I walked through the kitchen and I heard someone coming downstairs and it was my dad coming for a glass of water. I had to duck down and i went all around the counter so he would not see me. He then turned off the light and went upstairs. I popped up once he left and I continued my step by step process. I went through my living room and my older brother was there playing video games. I had to crawl on the floor so he would not see me, he did not turn around at all. I was going up the stairs and and I knew I was almost there. I got to the top of my stairs and then a light from the bottom of the stairs turn on. I ran into the bathroom because my brother was coming upstairs. He had walked into his room. I got out of the bathroom and went into the hallway. I thought my room had to be the last room in the hallway. So I kept on walking very slowly creepier murder status. I was about to open my door but I had to do a big victory dance because I had made into my room without getting caught. Then the lights went on in my hallway. My sister came out and said your early if your five minutes early, your late if your on time then she said I have no phone for a day. She went into her room. I got caught at the end. My sister ratted me out to my parents and I was so in trouble. I had no life for a month. Never again haha.

Oh No What Was She Thinking...

Relationships are all about having your own type. We all know the common quote “oh you are not my type”. I believe people have types it can be from any kind of type like being cute, smart, family person, church type, sexual type, needy type, job loving types, the lazy type, and many more types. There are many people who think differently, some people just like how the significant other treats them. Some like that they go to church and are into family. That is just some people that are who they like. I can say for me my types of guys are the ones who are outgoing, can be the family type, are nice to me, and know what he wants to do in life. Before I did not care on what they had, I would look at looks only. If a guy was “not cute” I would not talk to him. I would say the guy was not my type because he was not cute enough for me. To me now I do not really care about looks as much as before, now I look at guys who have good things coming to them. I am not as picky. Many people like that type of guy and others do not. One of my friends likes guys who are the bad boy types. One of my other friends likes guys who are rich and are jerks. Everyone is different on the type of the people they go out with. I think it is because of their backgrounds with family and friends, it can also be religious. Everyone has their own taste in people they like. That is all up to them on who they want to like. I think what makes a guy like tall blondes it is their own thing that they feel attractive to. The same goes for women if they like a guy who is tall with a beard then that is what she likes. The only way to see if someone is not your type is by getting to know them, seeing what they are about. I once had a boyfriend who everyone thought he was not my type at all. They would say because he was not cute, he was a player, he did all this bad stuff to people, he treated girlfriends like they were doormats. I was this guy for about five months and I did not see any of those traits everyone said he was. He would call me all the time and he would be like a best friend. He did not treat me like a doormat like everyone thought. He was my type even though no one saw that. But I think everyone figures out what their type is after experiences with different people. I think people believe in types because the people they end up with are usually people who they might end up falling in love with and being with them. I think that is why we have types, it is like we in search for our soulmates. We find our soulmates by our types we like.