Of LQs and Country Songs
Because I am feeling chatty today, here’s another entry.
I officially have never been part of an LQ (lover’s quarrel), either as a party to it, or a 3rd party over whom the lovers are fighting. The concept is beyond me because LQs are usually over jealousy (why did you say hi to you ex?!!!) or negligence (why didn’t you call me when you were supposed to?!!!!) and frankly, I have yet to meet a guy who can elicit feelings of wild, incomprehensible jealousy from me. Yes, I can be jealous with friends, sometimes with family, but never ever because of a guy. For some reason, when the perfect opportunity presents itself for me to be jealous, a little voice in my head says "Well, if he likes her better than you it’s not your loss…" or "Ewww, he’s got some taste…" and I calmly assess the situation like how I assess what grade I should get to in the finals just in case I fail my midterms, calmly and with some degree of diligence (and basis), but never erratically…until a few days ago. I don’t know if it was the hormones or my growing distaste for school manifesting itself in other areas of my life, but I was really, REALLY pissed. If he was in front of me then I would’ve strangled him and left him for dead. And I had no basis! Actually, I did, somewhat, but later on I realized it was a flimsy reason and the truth was it was all of the other things in the past, all of the other "hirits" he made that annoyed me, it was all of those combined. So bale, lovers ba kame? Of course not. But that night I honestly felt overlooked.
So what’s the good thing about this? He’s not in Friendster, hahahah!!! I can freely villify him. No but really, I’m just gald to know I’m normal. 
A few minutes ago I checked Larla’s blog and found that she posted a song sung by Carrie Underwood in the last American Idol season (eto na…). I knew of the song before she sang it because my beloved sister in Florida has turned *gulp* country and played it in the car every other day. Larla, the song’s by Rascal Flatts, a 3-man country band from, if I’m not mistaken, Nashville, Tennessee (but the members are originally from Ohio and Oklahoma). So because Larla, my very, very good friend who’s now home from Australia, had the courage to say it for everyone to read, I now have the guts to say, yes, I like the song too. This much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you. Yes, the truth is out…I am part cowgirl. So what’s great about it? I am not alone. Bwahahaha!!! I have the entire states of Ohio, Tennessee, Alabama, Texas, Oklahoma, Florida and wherever else those rednecks live (Eunice — Idaho?) behind me. And of course, Larling too. Thanks y’all!
