After helping out at church, Sam and I went on a mini-roadtrip! Being the thrill-seekers we are, we went to see the Amityville house and the Kings Park Psychiatric Center. Look at this cool icecream I got from Hersheys.. LOL
Games that were worth my money. Games that were not.
WORTH MY MONEY:
Fat Princess Cutest and the most addicting game ever.
Call of Duty: MW2 I wish I had a better computer so I could play this on PC. I’ve noticed that FPS games aren’t really that great on the PS3. Still, I reach for this game probably more than any other game I own. Mainly because it’s the only game I ever feeeeen to play.
UFC 2010 Undisputed I got into this because of my boyfriend. I only have the demo version because I haven’t had the chance to actually buy it. I was surprised— this game is actually pretty damn fun. I still haven’t beat Sam in it though…
PS3 Move (Sports Championship) Better than the Wii. Hands down.
Assassin’s Creed II I had a lot of fun with this, although it can really test my patience at times. Interesting plot.
NOT WORTH MY MONEY:
Little Big Planet Just boring…
Super Street Fighter IV A lot of people may disagree with me on this, and I understand why. It’s a good game, but I was disappointed. Or maybe I’m just bitter because I had my ass kicked.
Sims 3 I have Sims 3 on PC, and it’s a billion times better. I’ll give it a few more weeks to try it out since it JUST launched on console.
Dead Rising 2 I tried the demo because I was hoping it would be something like Grand Theft Auto/L4D2… Wow, it was not. Cheesy plot, loads too often, and just… Bad…
Time Crisis: Razing Storm w. PS3 Move Not BAD, but man was I disappointed… The original Time Crisis is all based on hiding and shooting, and this one is basically all shooting. Would’ve been better if they stuck to the original concept of it all.
My nanny used to walk me to preschool everyday. One day, I asked her if I could skip preschool and go eat jjajangmyun (black bean noodles?) with her. She, of course, said no and I went to preschool that day.
I’ve learned a lot while laying down on the stretcher in Antonio’s “office.” I’ve become all too familiar with that cramped space. The smell of antiseptic and A&D… The bottles of ink lining the window… Antonio’s paintings hung up on the walls along with that gorgeous picture of Kat Von D… The dragon mural on his door and the net to keep the flys out… The sudden pulse of adrenaline as soon as the sound of the needle hits the frigid air. Antonio did all of my tattoos; the roman numerals on my shoulder, the blue rose, the peacock, and Isaiah 6:8. It’s been a year since I had my biggest work done along my ribs. The infamous peacock. FIVE hours.
"Did that hurt?" Answering this question has become second nature to me, considering the fact that it’s the question that EVERYONE asks. For the first hour or so? No. The remaining 3 and a half hours? I remember my back covered in sweat, feeling my face reddening, flexing and unflexing my toes and fingers. It was fucking hell. If I ever meet a claustrophobic who was caught in a small elevator with 10 people for five hours, I’m pretty confident that we’ll have something to talk about. I looked up at Antonio’s face and I can see the empathy in his face. "Hey, I feel like punching you right now." I muttered behind clenched teeth. He told me about pain tolerance. How a human body can only hold it’s tolerance to pain for so long, after that… It’s hell. You feel EVERYTHING.
That’s a lot like relationships, right? Regardless of how much they matter to you… How much you WANT them (like that awesome tattoo design that will probably cost you a limb and hours on hours of your life), there’s only so much you can take. In the beginning your bullshit tolerance is high. They can choose from a plethora of bullshit to throw in your face, and you won’t move a bit. Then they just keep throwing that shit, and you start to get tired. Your tolerance falls, and you feel everything. EVERY LITTLE THING gets to you, and you can’t hold it in anymore.
But if they wanted you just as bad as you did, they wouldn’t bombard you with bullshit overload, would they?
For you. Who couldn’t understand how much of your shit I took before I snapped under that last pebble you threw. I miss being your best friend… I miss being girls… but I don’t miss you.
My peacock was supposed to symbolize how I will overcome the evil and the poison of the world. What I didn’t know was that I will be reminded of how tolerance isn’t everlasting… Patience fades… Equal effort will prevent it. I wish you didn’t come to mind.
My first love goes back to the beginning my middle school days, and the feelings never went away until high school. He was the first boy I ever cried for, and I remember feeling so frustrated because there was always something in the way. He liked me, but I didn’t like him. Then I liked him, and he didn’t feel the same way anymore. It was on and off like that until we both grew out of our childish push-and-pull relationship. I don’t regret it though, in fact, I’m glad it happened because we were able to pull something great out of it. He actually became one of my best friends. :) Even to this very day.
As for my first kiss… It was nothing special at all. Douglaston movie theater during the opening credits of Juno, right after my ex asked me out.
You know what sucks? I’ll tell you what really sucks.
When you really care about a friend. NOT JUST CARE but actually lose sleep to pray for that friend every night, check to make sure they’re doing alright, and have REAL fucking love for that friend… Then they start to go through tough times and you can see them suffering. THAT in itself, SUCKS. But no, they’re not done yet. You offer a hand and they push it away, accuse you of being fake, ignore you, and forget you.
Okay, now imagine your beating heart. Imagine a pair of soft hands that you are familiar with, and imagine that hand growing STEEL SPIKES ON IT. Then imagine that spikey ass hand ripping into your chest and grabbing your heart. That hand is squeezing the living shit out of that heart, throws it on the ground, and pulverizes whatever is left of that heart… into the dust.
That’s what it feels like. But I’m still praying for you, and I probably am not going to stop.
day 08 - a moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.
I was always unhappy and unsatisfied with where I was in life. Chances are, I probably always will be. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for everything I have. I’m more satisfied lately than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I think I’ll always regret not doing more, though…
Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet And you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
day 07 - your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.
The Taurus personality traits are very easy to recognize: stable, loyal, conservative, home-bodies who rarely become frazzled. Taurus knows her own strength and will go through life with self-control and dignity.
However, if you push them too far, you will face a raging bull. Bulls are very patient, but can be stubborn, hates change and will not move an inch after making up their minds.
Bulls are sensual beings, working carefully with money while slowly but surely building wealth in order to afford the good life they love so much. Anything that has to do with the senses will make a bull happy: good food, perfume, textures, touch and beauty.
Taurus dating will be a slow, methodical process that can’t be hurried along. Once committed, your bull will be with you through thick and thin. Don’t play games or try manipulation and don’t expect spontaneity. Bulls want stable, dependable, predictable and will want to lead in everything.
And we are His portion and He is our prize, Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes, If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking. And heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss, And my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don’t have time to maintain these regrets, When I think about, the way…
That He loves us, Oh how He loves us, Oh how He loves us, Oh how He loves.
just because you announce to the whole world that you’ve become a changed person doesn’t mean you actually did change. don’t just talk the talk. prove it. carry out your words, act like a different person, show us your new and improved self.
If I want the ass of my dreams, I need to stop drinking coffee. This shit is destroying me from the inside out. I need to cut down on sugar, sodium, empty carbs, and grease… My daily intake has gone from 2,100cal to nearly 4,100cal all because of the CRAP I eat instead of real food. I have to stop this nonsense…..