One day, I was having a terrible day. So I have a friend I vent to and I told her about how I hate being me. How I hate having to put everyone else before me. I told her how I wish I could be more selfish, because to me, being too selfless is far worse than being too selfish. I told her how I can't let anybody down and how I always want to be on everyone's good side (usually). I told this friend I wish I could have a friend I could call at three in the morning that would answer instead of always being the friend called at three in the morning. I told her how I want all my friends to be happy, even if it causes me my own, which often, it does. I told her how I don't like putting the blame on others so I usually take it for myself. I wrote to her about how usually everything I want comes second to what everyone else wants. I typed to her how I wished someone could do something I wanted instead of ignoring it and covering up my dissapointment with a smile and laugh. I wrote to her how I was so sick and tired of being number two in my own life.
This friend, the one who I usually only take seriously when I vent to her and she vents to me, gave me this serious piece of advice.
This key of advice, from someone who I usually (no offence) don't take too seriously, made me really think tonight.
She told me, "You can't be friends with everyone."
I kinda sat back and in my mind said, "Well, why not?"
And that's when I realized that I guess I have to decide who's worth it and who's not. Who do I keep as a friend and fight till the death for and who I let go because I'm losing the will to fight.
It's hard. Some people that I've really relied heavily on are losing my will to fight for them. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of trying to plan a day to do something with them and than having them bail out on me. I'm tired of putting so much of myself in others and the one minute I really need them, they're gone.
I'm losing my fight for them.
So who do I want to keep?
I want to keep the friends that know when I need a shoulder to cry on and when I need to get my butt in gear. I want to keep my friends who try as hard to be my friend as I do theirs. I want my friends to be the ones who realize when I do a great sacrifice for them and than return the sacrifice or at least realize what I did for them. I want to keep the friends who call me randomly to see how I'm doing, not just to ask for a favor. I want to keep the friends who can let me cry, who can let me complain when I usually don't and not ask me why I'm so out of character.
I guess what I'm saying is that I want to keep the friends that will fight for me too.
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And after reading all of this, I realize I don't have as many friends worth fighting for...
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Random Goals Part I
Random goals with no particular personal growth other than it sounds amazing and fun.
~`~GOALS~`~
-Be in a play and have a stage kiss.
-Dress up like Rukia hard core-ness and take millions of pictures.
-Be able to cry on stage.
-Be on set of a movie.
-Skydive/bungee jump.
-Pet a tiger, lion, or other dangerous big cat.
-Say "Hey sexy" to random people I pass.
-Go for a day dressing like a crazy mix-match person and not care about the strange looks I get from everyone. (maybe make this the same "hey sexy" day...)
-Buy expensive perfume and wear it whenever I want, not just for "special" occasions.
-Crash a wedding.
-Kiss someone at said wedding. (NOT the groom or any other taken person boy unless it's mine...)
-IF I do get married, have the reception be little and small, than throw a huge party afterwards.
-Go back to Paris to tour, eat their amazing ice cream and ham sandwiches with a stick of butter on it, and go to the top of the Eiffel tower again.
-Learn a language enough to have a decent conversation. Preferably, the learned language is either French, Chinese, or Japanese.
-Do improv for an audiance.
-Go in a helicopter.
-Spend the night in an amazing hotel.
-Do colorguard/winterguard for an audiance again.
-Be in a protest.
-Randomly decide to catch the next flight at an airport, no matter where it's going)
-Dance in the rain to actually amazing music.
-Not dance alone in the rain to amazing music.
-Take pictures underwater.
-Have a nice picture taken for a newspaper or news and be making a funny face.
-Sing Kareokee to a large audiance.
-Win a contest of some sort... any sort...
-Do an anime skit at an anime convention.
-Get a wierd color put into my hair.
-Kiss someone important in front of a lot of people I know and not care.
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FOOD GOALS: Try the following cuisine:
-Tatar (warmed or even just plain but raw meat)
-horse
-dog
-cat
-snake
-all sushi's
-caviar
-octopus/squid
-balut (a 16 to 17 day old fertilized chicken egg, cracked open and eaten)
-duck feet
-owl soup
-bird's nest soup (made from birds who use a basic saliva to make their nest)
-pig/cow snout
-Salamanders
-frogs
-scorpion lollipop
-Ghetto caviar (ant's eggs)
-crickets
-spiders
-tarantula
-banana worm bread
-chocolate cricket chip cookies
-alligator/crocodile
-blood jell-o (salty...)
-monkey toes
-squirrel brains
-Fugu, (a fish that if not cooked right can kill you, only few cheifs in Japan are allowed to make this dish...)
-Uni, (raw sea urchin)
-Sashimi (almost like sushi)
-sea slugs
-tofu (in every shape and form)
-Miso (fermented bean soup, do not let farters eat this...)
-Gingko seeds
-Cockroaches
-Praying mantis (because they scare the crap out of me sometimes, so I'd love to bite one's head off)
-salted plum suckers
-A favorite candy/sweet/delicacy from every country (with a sweet tooth like mine, it won't be hard to eat 'em all...)
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Sooo... there's probably a lot more, I think the food one's would be just so I could say "HA! I ATE THAT!!" And who knows, maybe Uni is good!
Anyway, this list will be updated with other pointless goals periodically.
~`~GOALS~`~
-Be in a play and have a stage kiss.
-Dress up like Rukia hard core-ness and take millions of pictures.
-Be able to cry on stage.
-Be on set of a movie.
-Skydive/bungee jump.
-Pet a tiger, lion, or other dangerous big cat.
-Say "Hey sexy" to random people I pass.
-Go for a day dressing like a crazy mix-match person and not care about the strange looks I get from everyone. (maybe make this the same "hey sexy" day...)
-Buy expensive perfume and wear it whenever I want, not just for "special" occasions.
-Crash a wedding.
-Kiss someone at said wedding. (NOT the groom or any other taken person boy unless it's mine...)
-IF I do get married, have the reception be little and small, than throw a huge party afterwards.
-Go back to Paris to tour, eat their amazing ice cream and ham sandwiches with a stick of butter on it, and go to the top of the Eiffel tower again.
-Learn a language enough to have a decent conversation. Preferably, the learned language is either French, Chinese, or Japanese.
-Do improv for an audiance.
-Go in a helicopter.
-Spend the night in an amazing hotel.
-Do colorguard/winterguard for an audiance again.
-Be in a protest.
-Randomly decide to catch the next flight at an airport, no matter where it's going)
-Dance in the rain to actually amazing music.
-Not dance alone in the rain to amazing music.
-Take pictures underwater.
-Have a nice picture taken for a newspaper or news and be making a funny face.
-Sing Kareokee to a large audiance.
-Win a contest of some sort... any sort...
-Do an anime skit at an anime convention.
-Get a wierd color put into my hair.
-Kiss someone important in front of a lot of people I know and not care.
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FOOD GOALS: Try the following cuisine:
-Tatar (warmed or even just plain but raw meat)
-horse
-dog
-cat
-snake
-all sushi's
-caviar
-octopus/squid
-balut (a 16 to 17 day old fertilized chicken egg, cracked open and eaten)
-duck feet
-owl soup
-bird's nest soup (made from birds who use a basic saliva to make their nest)
-pig/cow snout
-Salamanders
-frogs
-scorpion lollipop
-Ghetto caviar (ant's eggs)
-crickets
-spiders
-tarantula
-banana worm bread
-chocolate cricket chip cookies
-alligator/crocodile
-blood jell-o (salty...)
-monkey toes
-squirrel brains
-Fugu, (a fish that if not cooked right can kill you, only few cheifs in Japan are allowed to make this dish...)
-Uni, (raw sea urchin)
-Sashimi (almost like sushi)
-sea slugs
-tofu (in every shape and form)
-Miso (fermented bean soup, do not let farters eat this...)
-Gingko seeds
-Cockroaches
-Praying mantis (because they scare the crap out of me sometimes, so I'd love to bite one's head off)
-salted plum suckers
-A favorite candy/sweet/delicacy from every country (with a sweet tooth like mine, it won't be hard to eat 'em all...)
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Sooo... there's probably a lot more, I think the food one's would be just so I could say "HA! I ATE THAT!!" And who knows, maybe Uni is good!
Anyway, this list will be updated with other pointless goals periodically.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
What I've Learned from Work
So here's just a few things I've learned from my job, hopefully you'll enjoy the list.
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Working in Retail
FUNNY STUFF:
Boxes: You know those display beds? Yeah, most of them aren't on mattresses, but wooden boxes. These boxes make our "mini bed displays" Look like a mattress without an actually mattress.
Kids and Boxes: When kids see the fluffy beds and decorative pillows and run in for a belly flop and face dive on our "mattress", I always have to turn away to laugh because the sound the box makes and the sound the kid makes afterwards is always hilarious.
I'll Go Check in the Back: A common phrase used to get away from cranky costumers that always works.
Help: "Do you need help finding anything today?" Either people will smile and say no or ask me to help them with every. Little. Thing. :)
Quilts vs. Comforters: Lesson learned. Any person 55 and under wants a comforter. Any person 55 and older wants a quilt. All old ladies want QUILTS. It kinda makes me think, 'Uhhh... Shouldn't you be making one or something?'
Sweetheart: Old people calling me sweetheart: Kind of cute. Middle aged people calling me sweetheart: Annoying, since they're only five years older than me, but I shrug it off. When people I work with call me sweetheart: I avoid seeing them, as of it seems to be my name or something. Every thirty seconds around them, "sweetheart" is being said, and than I remember it's refering to me.
Fantasy: Thinking about what would happen if you just snapped at the "sweetheart" person and gave an awesome speech like all the chick flic movies do...
Nametag: Doesn't have my picture on it... Yes!
Lanyard: Good for making co-workers laugh when you pretend to hang yourself with it.
Scruffy: Apparently, our store manager is growing a beard. When I asked my supervisor on my second day of work if the scruffy man was the head hancho boss, she laughed and said yes. Later, with me there, she re-told him this story, emphansizing the way I called him scruffy.
Sence of Humor: My head hancho boss has it.
Phone: I answer phone calls for my department... I get the weirdest questions from temperpedic pillows to people asking me if I can put leapord print satin sheets on hold.
Price Scanners I: Make loud sounds. I can see awesome stuff like future sells and such on them. However, finding how much it will cost after your employee discount isn't a feature.
Price Scanners II: Make you look like you're being usefull by scanning random things. Playing with the lazer is cool too.
Lamps: Their's one with fringe that I always have to play with when I walk by.
Voice: I've realized while at work, whenever I greet someone, it sounds like I'm talking to a dog. I'm just that peppy.
Catalog: Very few people want to use it.
"Get Back to Work": Say it to co-workers while they're working. It confuses them, than makes them laugh.
Accent: I need to learn Chinese, Spanish, and Arabic... because I can't understand your accent sometimes... o.O'
Phone Extensions: Passing someone you're on the phone with to someone else so they can better help them/deal with them.
No: I'm not allowed to say this word to costomers... Apparently, only Supervisors can...
Music I: How many times the song you love plays in the store per shift: 1. How many times they play that annoying, screechy, hillbilly song per shift: 3,634,464,235,248,978,235.
Music II: I smile when I hear the following songs being played in the teenage men's clothing section (They and teenage girls get different, more "hipper" music than the rest of the store)
Irreplaceable by Beyonce. A song about a girl making her ex move out.
Love Story by Taylor Swift... actually, anything Taylor Swift is weird to hear amongst the graphic tee's and emo shirts...
And of course...
Single Ladies by Beyonce. No explanation needed for this song...
Music III: The music playing in our store is the exact same music playing in all the other stores in Utah.
Price Matching: Macey's called today to price match for, apparently, the first time in two years...
Coupons: making your total go from $375 some odd dollars down to $150-ish.
Employee Number: I was so close to having my employee number be 0626... so close to having Stitch's alien experiment number!!
Smile: Barbie wishes she could do it as good as I can.
Names I: We all have nick-names, or something close to it. The boys in the Home department have Drag Queen names and the girls all have Butch names. Here's the list:
Daisy = David Dynamite
Diana = Dangerous Dill
Janaye = Jagged Jared
...And my favorite...
Kaleb: Kayla Kandie (Candy)
Sorry: Sorry Kayla... Sorry you're name became Drag Queen worthy with Candy with a "K" and "ie" at the end...
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NUMBERS I WONDER IF I SHOULD KNOW
Parental Guidence Consoler
Boot Camp
Old Folks Home (I think they lose some of their people sometimes...)
and,
Couples Consoling.
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COINCIDENCE
Names II: My Manager is named Sjanna (pronounced "Shawna") with a younger sister named Kayla.
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AMAZING THINGS
Help: It always makes me smile no matter what mood I'm in, when the frail, shaky old lady gets on the bus and a tattooed, tough looking black man stands to lead her to an empty seat.
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So far, that's it. The "Coincidence" and "Amazing Things" just didn't fit into the funny category, so they recived their own. :)
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Working in Retail
FUNNY STUFF:
Boxes: You know those display beds? Yeah, most of them aren't on mattresses, but wooden boxes. These boxes make our "mini bed displays" Look like a mattress without an actually mattress.
Kids and Boxes: When kids see the fluffy beds and decorative pillows and run in for a belly flop and face dive on our "mattress", I always have to turn away to laugh because the sound the box makes and the sound the kid makes afterwards is always hilarious.
I'll Go Check in the Back: A common phrase used to get away from cranky costumers that always works.
Help: "Do you need help finding anything today?" Either people will smile and say no or ask me to help them with every. Little. Thing. :)
Quilts vs. Comforters: Lesson learned. Any person 55 and under wants a comforter. Any person 55 and older wants a quilt. All old ladies want QUILTS. It kinda makes me think, 'Uhhh... Shouldn't you be making one or something?'
Sweetheart: Old people calling me sweetheart: Kind of cute. Middle aged people calling me sweetheart: Annoying, since they're only five years older than me, but I shrug it off. When people I work with call me sweetheart: I avoid seeing them, as of it seems to be my name or something. Every thirty seconds around them, "sweetheart" is being said, and than I remember it's refering to me.
Fantasy: Thinking about what would happen if you just snapped at the "sweetheart" person and gave an awesome speech like all the chick flic movies do...
Nametag: Doesn't have my picture on it... Yes!
Lanyard: Good for making co-workers laugh when you pretend to hang yourself with it.
Scruffy: Apparently, our store manager is growing a beard. When I asked my supervisor on my second day of work if the scruffy man was the head hancho boss, she laughed and said yes. Later, with me there, she re-told him this story, emphansizing the way I called him scruffy.
Sence of Humor: My head hancho boss has it.
Phone: I answer phone calls for my department... I get the weirdest questions from temperpedic pillows to people asking me if I can put leapord print satin sheets on hold.
Price Scanners I: Make loud sounds. I can see awesome stuff like future sells and such on them. However, finding how much it will cost after your employee discount isn't a feature.
Price Scanners II: Make you look like you're being usefull by scanning random things. Playing with the lazer is cool too.
Lamps: Their's one with fringe that I always have to play with when I walk by.
Voice: I've realized while at work, whenever I greet someone, it sounds like I'm talking to a dog. I'm just that peppy.
Catalog: Very few people want to use it.
"Get Back to Work": Say it to co-workers while they're working. It confuses them, than makes them laugh.
Accent: I need to learn Chinese, Spanish, and Arabic... because I can't understand your accent sometimes... o.O'
Phone Extensions: Passing someone you're on the phone with to someone else so they can better help them/deal with them.
No: I'm not allowed to say this word to costomers... Apparently, only Supervisors can...
Music I: How many times the song you love plays in the store per shift: 1. How many times they play that annoying, screechy, hillbilly song per shift: 3,634,464,235,248,978,235.
Music II: I smile when I hear the following songs being played in the teenage men's clothing section (They and teenage girls get different, more "hipper" music than the rest of the store)
Irreplaceable by Beyonce. A song about a girl making her ex move out.
Love Story by Taylor Swift... actually, anything Taylor Swift is weird to hear amongst the graphic tee's and emo shirts...
And of course...
Single Ladies by Beyonce. No explanation needed for this song...
Music III: The music playing in our store is the exact same music playing in all the other stores in Utah.
Price Matching: Macey's called today to price match for, apparently, the first time in two years...
Coupons: making your total go from $375 some odd dollars down to $150-ish.
Employee Number: I was so close to having my employee number be 0626... so close to having Stitch's alien experiment number!!
Smile: Barbie wishes she could do it as good as I can.
Names I: We all have nick-names, or something close to it. The boys in the Home department have Drag Queen names and the girls all have Butch names. Here's the list:
Daisy = David Dynamite
Diana = Dangerous Dill
Janaye = Jagged Jared
...And my favorite...
Kaleb: Kayla Kandie (Candy)
Sorry: Sorry Kayla... Sorry you're name became Drag Queen worthy with Candy with a "K" and "ie" at the end...
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NUMBERS I WONDER IF I SHOULD KNOW
Parental Guidence Consoler
Boot Camp
Old Folks Home (I think they lose some of their people sometimes...)
and,
Couples Consoling.
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COINCIDENCE
Names II: My Manager is named Sjanna (pronounced "Shawna") with a younger sister named Kayla.
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AMAZING THINGS
Help: It always makes me smile no matter what mood I'm in, when the frail, shaky old lady gets on the bus and a tattooed, tough looking black man stands to lead her to an empty seat.
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So far, that's it. The "Coincidence" and "Amazing Things" just didn't fit into the funny category, so they recived their own. :)
Lesson of the Day
Lesson for the Day- If you're going to lie, at least try to be good at it. If you get caught, at least fess up. If you deny and lie again, stop trying to be my friend.
Too many people have been lying to me. I honestly don't know who to trust anymore.
Too many people have been lying to me. I honestly don't know who to trust anymore.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Depressing Written Things
A lot of people ask why my writing is so depressing. I haven't had anything catastrophic happen to me and I'm not in a terrible living situation or anything like that. So why does my work take such a depressing side? I'm not emo 24/7, so why so dark?
Sometimes I ask this myself. I think because I write better when depressed. If you want a happy story, look around. Twilight and chick flicks are everywhere. Well, life isn't a romantic comedy. It's a broken and often repeated picture show. Most of the time, your life is just on a wheel, rotating and flickering in and out because of broken film.
So instead of smiling through the stupid nicety's, I write it out. I type until my eyes droop from the computer screen's glare and I feel like my fingers are numb. I write poetry when I'm really down or having somethings that's bothering me A LOT.
Short stories I whip up because I like to think about people in different situations. I think 'What would I do? What if I was different? What if this changed? How would I react?' and than before I know it, a character named Haley appears and finds out she's a home wrecker, or two people play the same game of breaking hearts, or someones best friend commits suicide.
And if you think about it... nothing really tragic happens in movies. Sure, the mom dies, but usually she's had a fulfilling life. The grandpa is gone, but had many years full of memories. Yeah, they died, but why is it that everyone already knows? The mom has terminal cancer. The grandpa has had previous strokes and is on his last rounds of meds. They die and everyone is sad, but gets through it.
What about all the teens who commit suicide? What about euthanasia? What about the lonely elderly? What about the parties where lives are changed? What of alcohol and drugs and abuse where lives are purposely destroyed?
Let's face it. Life doesn't end when the wedding bells sound or you get your "perfect kiss". After all, 1 time out of a 100, the nerd gets the jock. The quiet shy boy becomes outgoing for his "true love." The cheerleader dates a chess player, the rock star falls in love with a cellist.
It's unrealistic. Most of the time, you'll draw people in like you, or with enough personality traits to like yours to. Falling in love with your "opposite" seems to hardly ever work out without divorce papers and custody battles.
So yeah. What about Haley finding out her prom date is already married? What about the two heart breakers breaking each other's hearts and never repairing them together? What about the girl who's best friend commits suicide because he can't take living his live anymore?
Situations like these seem to hardly ever arise in movies. So I write them. I think of what I would do, what maybe I would do if my character was distorted a bit. What if I was a druggie? What if I was love struck with someone who hated me? What if I was a guy, how would my perception change?
Even little things change everything.
So yeah, I tend to be depressing. Maybe because I find it more real. People "in love" who write about it in poems and stories and such are just trying to fulfill a dream that doesn't come true. You can sing to the heavens about how great it is, but something always happens. Secrets are found, hearts are broken. And yeah, marriage is great and helps and love is amazing, but I don't find it realistic or relatable when people spout off poetry outside a window or write a song for someone. It makes for a good, fluffy and gushy read, but will it happen in real life?
No.
So excuse me for trying to write something new. Something I don't experience often with and the the world doesn't see everyday. Does it mean I'm suicidal?
NO.
Does it mean I'm realistic?
Yes.
Sometimes I ask this myself. I think because I write better when depressed. If you want a happy story, look around. Twilight and chick flicks are everywhere. Well, life isn't a romantic comedy. It's a broken and often repeated picture show. Most of the time, your life is just on a wheel, rotating and flickering in and out because of broken film.
So instead of smiling through the stupid nicety's, I write it out. I type until my eyes droop from the computer screen's glare and I feel like my fingers are numb. I write poetry when I'm really down or having somethings that's bothering me A LOT.
Short stories I whip up because I like to think about people in different situations. I think 'What would I do? What if I was different? What if this changed? How would I react?' and than before I know it, a character named Haley appears and finds out she's a home wrecker, or two people play the same game of breaking hearts, or someones best friend commits suicide.
And if you think about it... nothing really tragic happens in movies. Sure, the mom dies, but usually she's had a fulfilling life. The grandpa is gone, but had many years full of memories. Yeah, they died, but why is it that everyone already knows? The mom has terminal cancer. The grandpa has had previous strokes and is on his last rounds of meds. They die and everyone is sad, but gets through it.
What about all the teens who commit suicide? What about euthanasia? What about the lonely elderly? What about the parties where lives are changed? What of alcohol and drugs and abuse where lives are purposely destroyed?
Let's face it. Life doesn't end when the wedding bells sound or you get your "perfect kiss". After all, 1 time out of a 100, the nerd gets the jock. The quiet shy boy becomes outgoing for his "true love." The cheerleader dates a chess player, the rock star falls in love with a cellist.
It's unrealistic. Most of the time, you'll draw people in like you, or with enough personality traits to like yours to. Falling in love with your "opposite" seems to hardly ever work out without divorce papers and custody battles.
So yeah. What about Haley finding out her prom date is already married? What about the two heart breakers breaking each other's hearts and never repairing them together? What about the girl who's best friend commits suicide because he can't take living his live anymore?
Situations like these seem to hardly ever arise in movies. So I write them. I think of what I would do, what maybe I would do if my character was distorted a bit. What if I was a druggie? What if I was love struck with someone who hated me? What if I was a guy, how would my perception change?
Even little things change everything.
So yeah, I tend to be depressing. Maybe because I find it more real. People "in love" who write about it in poems and stories and such are just trying to fulfill a dream that doesn't come true. You can sing to the heavens about how great it is, but something always happens. Secrets are found, hearts are broken. And yeah, marriage is great and helps and love is amazing, but I don't find it realistic or relatable when people spout off poetry outside a window or write a song for someone. It makes for a good, fluffy and gushy read, but will it happen in real life?
No.
So excuse me for trying to write something new. Something I don't experience often with and the the world doesn't see everyday. Does it mean I'm suicidal?
NO.
Does it mean I'm realistic?
Yes.
Ask Me
So mom says a lot of you have been worried about me... Than why the heck are you asking her about me? No offence, but that's stupid. She says you all think I'm on the brink of insanity and I think it's really dumb you're going to her instead of ME. If you have a question about ME, ask ME. Not MOM.
Mom doesn't know everything about what's going on, not saying that I know everything that's going on with myself, but I can probably tell you more than mom can. If you're worried about me, call and ask. Otherwise, please keep your questions to yourself. Really? Don't ask mom about me. I'm eighteen, and while eighteen might seem young to all of you, technically, I am an adult. Please treat me that way.
So unless I'm in a coma, please ask me how I'm doing instead of asking Mom.
Thanks.
Mom doesn't know everything about what's going on, not saying that I know everything that's going on with myself, but I can probably tell you more than mom can. If you're worried about me, call and ask. Otherwise, please keep your questions to yourself. Really? Don't ask mom about me. I'm eighteen, and while eighteen might seem young to all of you, technically, I am an adult. Please treat me that way.
So unless I'm in a coma, please ask me how I'm doing instead of asking Mom.
Thanks.
Monday, May 24, 2010
More Pretty Things
Once upon a time, I was in a better mood. This mood was called "The-Sunday-Before-I-Knew-I-Lost-Everything-On-My-Laptop" mood. So I made pretty things.
It says "Ohana. Ohana means family. Family means nobody get's left behind or forgotten". I love this picture of Stitch with the ducklings teaching them about the story of "The Ugly Duckling". I love Stitch and his movie and the ducks, and I loved this picture most of all, so I drew it.
This was a blank black bag, and I turned it into something freakin' wicked awesome. Granted, most of the blue sparkle studs have fallen off, it was pretty cool. I really liked making the butterfly BY hand and putting on all the sparkelers and stuff.
A closer look of my butterfly. It's really cool, I'm actually proud of how it turned out.
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So yeah, their's my creativity when it's not at a computer screen writing stories and connecting rhymes.
Lucky for me, these one's can be only distroyed by me, not stupid Best Buys.
It says "Ohana. Ohana means family. Family means nobody get's left behind or forgotten". I love this picture of Stitch with the ducklings teaching them about the story of "The Ugly Duckling". I love Stitch and his movie and the ducks, and I loved this picture most of all, so I drew it.
This was a blank black bag, and I turned it into something freakin' wicked awesome. Granted, most of the blue sparkle studs have fallen off, it was pretty cool. I really liked making the butterfly BY hand and putting on all the sparkelers and stuff.
A closer look of my butterfly. It's really cool, I'm actually proud of how it turned out.
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So yeah, their's my creativity when it's not at a computer screen writing stories and connecting rhymes.
Lucky for me, these one's can be only distroyed by me, not stupid Best Buys.
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