Why Me?

well this sucks. what happened to this being a great weekend. i'm telling you it's Sundays. they're all cursed!!!

This weekend is gonna be amazing!!

I absolutely couldn't wait for this weekend. The week went by so slowwww but now it's finally Sat. and Sunday comes afterwards!! i hate that song but i had to haha! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep sorry for my random freak out!! It's gonna be Ah-MAZING!

Response to 'What's Up Blogspot'

Hey guys, so I’ve been having a lot of philosophical entries lately, so I figured I’d post a normal one today. SO I’m gonna be responding to my last normal entry, which was "What’s Up Blogspot". In order to respond to it, I’ll have little sections from it italicized so you know what I’m referring to…sound good? Okay then here we go.

"But I really can’t wait till next month for two reasons. One of which I can’t tell you until after it’s over and then maybe not even then. The second reason is that the end of March is the first showing of my school’s play WORKING, where I play head Checker at the Treasure Island Super Market and a Cleaning Woman/mother. I’m so frickin excited, if we can get this thing organized that is. It’s a dull and stupid play in my opinion and the opinion of the rest of the cast, but our teacher has wanted to do it for years so we’re just going with it."

Okay so 1, the first half of this month that I wanted to happen is over, so now I can tell you. So the reason I was excited was because I had a party to go to, and the guy I liked was gonna be there but I didn’t wanna jinx anything until after it was over. Nothing’s happened yet, but I think I’m closer than I was last time to actually getting him. I’m really, happy right now. Even though I still have a party hangover from all the dancing and fail at flirting and FOOD!!! My friend’s mom always has the best food for parties. Yeah it’s official, go listen to Last Friday Night by Katy Perry, that’s exactly how I’m feeling. Okay now about the play, well we’re almost done. I can’t wait to be done with this stupid play. It was fine in the beginning, but we over practice too much so now it’s just dead. We all can’t wait for this stupid thing to be over. Grr, Mrs. Taylor, if I didn’t think you were an awesome teacher, I would so have dropped your class.

"So moving on, so I now have 3 notebooks with three of my friends instead of just 1. It’s so hard trying to keep up with all the different stories, and remember who I was telling which story. Haha like with one of my friends we only talk about boy and relationships, my best friend we talk about our lives and I rant about all this drama going on, and my other best friend writes me random stories."

So now I have four notebooks. My best-friend, my guy friend, my good friend, and my friend that loves picking on me. The topics haven’t changed much though. I haven’t written in my best-friend’s notebook for awhile, I need to do that soon. My guy best-friend’s has been filling up rapidly. My good friend and I’s stories are still discussing boys and relationship drama, and after this party, we have a lot that needs to get discussed. And the last notebook, was abruptly givin to me, because my friend felt left out since everyone had a notebook but him. My other friend doesn’t even have one yet, I can’t keep up with all of them. So I’ll respond t them in this order: Boy Drama, Best-friend, Neglected. My best guy friend has out notebook right now so I can’t respond to him.

"Unusually, I have no guy stories. My love life has been quiet lately, because I pretty much gave up until yesterday when I decided to actually do something. Which didn’t last long, but I got the response I wanted…sorta. And I’ve been looking into things which are kind of starting to confuse me, along with things I’ve heard. But I’m gonna be quiet until I get everything figured out, so remember after March I’ll tell you guys everything."

So yeah, after last night, my love life will be anything but quiet. Especially with my friends blabbing it to the rest of the group -___- Even though we were ALL there. The birthday girl kept checking in to see how things were going and then would just laugh when she saw us together. My two best-friends couldn’t stop pushing us together. Then you had my other friend who kept giving me mixed info, which I still need to get sorted out.

So since Blogspot can show gifs, I’m going to start using blogspot for my actual posts, and Tumblr for my reblogs. I still go on there because my friends have them, but I won’t be using it anymore. I’ll just have to slowly convert all my Tumblr followers to Blogspot so I can get more followers, cause I have a lot on Tumblr. But for now, I’m fine with just one. I know more than one person reads my blogs, it’s just the people that I know read it, don’t have blogspots -___-.

To the Love of My Life 11

March 13, 2011

To the love of my life,
Thanks for last night, it was fun. I hope that comes to show that I don’t care who you pick, I’ll be happy either way. Even if my friends were being entirely too "pushy" haha. They don’t grasp the concept of NO, so I’m sorry for their straight forwardness, if that makes sense. Anyway, thanks again, I had fun and I’m hoping we can most definitely do that again sometime. I love you!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

A True Philosopher

So all this philosophical analysis and discussions on existentialism has taught me that I truly am a philosopher. I went through all my blogs and learned that I do question life and the meaning of our existence and where true happiness comes from and how to obtain it. GHI really helped me to become the philosopher we’re all meant to be. Everyone and I mean EVERYONE has the capability to become a philosopher, however not everyone can get in touch with that part of their psyche that helps you to analyze life and the meaning of existence. I thought my brain was broken for me to be questioning all of this when I was younger and then to even further in depth with these thought. Turns out, my brain was just highly intelligent. I’ve always questioned the impossible and searched for answers on these questions, which is exactly what philosophy is about. I was doing what philosophers have been doing for centuries, while I was only 4. My brother was a genius, like for real, and I thought I was just smart. Not genius level but up there. Where he was a genius in math and science, I was a genius in English and science. We both sucked in school and hated it with a passion. Two geniuses in subject we both hate. Science was fine. We both love science. But he hated math and I hated English, yet those were our strong suits. I still suck at math and hate English. He still hates math and could careless about English. He liked history more, like my mom. I’m just so happy I finally found meaning in life. When we started existentialism in English, I thought I had finally found something to call myself, but I’ve learned that where I may agree with some of the Existentialists beliefs, their main belief I do not agree with. I agree that God did not create us, I just don’t believe that we have no after or pre-lives. We have to go somewhere, our souls don’t just disappear with our bodies.

Ten Thing You’ll Hate About Me

1. I’m entirely too loud for normal ears. Only my friends are used to me.
2. I’m super skinny with a good butt. (Not in a conceited way, but a lot of my friends are jealous of that)
3. I’m comfortable in my own skin and don’t take sh*t from anyone
4. I’m blunt about everything; I just say it how it is.
5. I’m multitalented: I’m athletic, I can model, I can act, I can sing, and I can dance.
6. I have a lot of friends who are actually my friends and not just with me to make themselves more popular.
7. I’m smart when I want to be and can actually pass all my classes and sill have a life.
8. My parents are still together and besides the normal mother daughter conflicts, there’s not a lot of tension in my house.
9. I’m spoiled rotten cause I’m the baby of the family. I pretty much get anything I want, within reason.
10. And the absolute number one thing you’ll hate about me. I’m so friendly with everyone I meet, I speak the truth, and I’m charismatic. These three main qualities will make you actually love me. So you’ll hate that you love me. haha

Everyone Should Have A Blog

I think everyone should have a blog. I mean it’s the best one to express everything you have bottled up without the stress of knowing exactly who knows your secrets. If it’s on a blog then anyone can read it. IDK, I guess I just think if a random person knows your inner working; it’s less embarrassing than a close friend knowing. Even if that close friend reads your blog and learns, it’s not like they’ll come up to you the next day and be like "SO, I read you blog. Why didn’t you tell me all this earlier!" They’ll either forget or keep it to themselves. I guess people are just so scared to say the truth; therefore, they refuse to spill their hearts out. But here’s a shock, letting all that out actually will help with your depression or sadness. Keeping it in doesn’t help anyone; it just makes you feel worse. When I feel bad, sure I do what every girl does; I listen to sad songs and eat away my depression, but I also blog about it. And it’s not like months later; it’s an automatic response to how I’m feeling at the moment. It helps me get better quicker and I don’t dawn on that problem anymore. I move on to the next problem, until they’re all solved for the time being. All I’m saying is people need to be more open, cause trust me, as embarrassed and exposed you may feel, it’ll actually help you.

If you’re scared of someone making fun of you for what you say, you have to think of it this way: The only reason they’re picking on you or making fun of you is cause they feel insecure about THEMSELVES. If they opened up and poured their hearts out too, there would be no conflict or bullying. Bullies have the same insecurities you have. They pick on you because they’re jealous of how comfortable you are with being yourself, when they can’t be. Yeah I know it hurts, but if you look at the truth behind it, you should actually take it as a compliment. They’re not bullying, they’re just expressing their jealousies and admiration of you in the worst way possible. They can’t be jealous unless they like something you’re doing so you must be doing something right!

My Detest for BiPolar People

You know what I hate, and I mean absolutely despise… BI-Polar people. And I don’t mean diagnosed bipolar people, just the ones that act bipolar. It’s like one second they’re nice to you and all of a sudden, they shun you like you’re yesterday’s dinner. I mean like seriously WHAT IS THAT ABOUT! What happened to "friends for life". My brother wasn’t kidding when he said that you don’t make your true friends till you’re like 35. I thought it was just him, but he seriously wasn’t kidding. It’s like, as soon as someone else comes in the picture, you’re pushed to the back of their minds. I’m not saying I need to be the center of attention, but don’t act like we’re just "acquaintances". We’re best friends, so act like it!! Like honestly, if you don’t wanna be my friend anymore, just say so, I’ll find a new friend. And then you’ve got the friends who tell you something and then act like nothing happened the next day. Like what happened to the whole plan we formulated the day before, did I just imagine that or did you change your mind? Cause if you did, those are the kinds of things a person needs to know! I just don’t understand why people can’t be honest with each other. The term "best-friend" has certain rules to go by. No I’m not saying you HAVE to go by them, but you should at least TRY! I mean what’s the point of calling me a best-friend if you’re just gonna treat me like a friend. If you want to replace me, fine go ahead, but tell me. Don’t just replace me and then leave me wondering what the heck happened. This has happened to me before, so it’s not like I can’t take it. I just don’t like it when it’s out of nowhere and then I’m just left alone and depressed. I don’t feel like being a loner again. I guess my main point is, leave idgaf, but tell me before you do so I can be prepeared for the pain.