I just pulled off my Biore pore strip and I am damn near tears and sweat. It’s been a while since i’ve done one of these and I definitely forgot how much these things HURT. You would think that I would be a little more tolerant to pain after getting a 5 hour rib piece tattoo, but nope. These pore strips are horrible.
It’s been 10 minutes and the pain is still fresh on my nose..
I was looking around the school website and I found the Cardozo ‘78 alumni website. 50 years old and they’re saying things like “Wait a minute, you’re living with a MALE, I forgot. Sorry I’ll NEVER make that mistake again. Everyone already knows Ur crazy for dick, sorry buddy”
Why the hell are girls so damn obsessive about people talking shit about them? Unless it’s constant and it’s significantly hurting your reputation, it shouldn’t be an issue. Grow the hell up. This isn’t middle school. Like it or not, people will always talk. YOU will always talk. Shut up and deal with it. Shit.
And to any of you bitches who say “People talk shit because they want to be like you” YOU’RE WRONG. Something is wrong with you. Something is wrong with all of us HENCE the reason why everyone gets talked about.
It’s time people stop sugar coating things and face it. You’re not perfect.
“So airplane airplane sorry I’m late
I’m on my way so don’t close that gate
If I don’t make that then I’ll switch my flight
And I’ll be right back at it by the end of the night”—Airplanes - B.o.B (feat. Hayley Williams)
My mom just got released from the hospital yesterday and we’re all pitching in to help her regain her strength. My sister watches her stores and i’m in charge of feeding, checking her pulse, and bitching at the doctors. Even Tim helps out by praying for her every night. To my surprise, I woke up this morning and found my dad sleeping on the floor next to my mom. I found out that my mom had trouble breathing and my dad was the only one who woke up and got to her in time. This was the first time they slept in the same room in years.
Anyway, the guy came through the line and we were serving waffles, and he asked for an extra one, and I said sure, no problem, and gave it to him and smiled, which is what I would have done with anyone who asked the same thing, unless the C.O, was standing there, because you can get in trouble for giving out extra waffles. SO the next day, he comes in the messhall and sees me and squeals and starts waving, calling my name. I was so embarrassed. When he made it up to where I was serving, I looked right through him. I never said anything else to him, even though I saw him after that. Jesus never would have done that. He would have waved back, would have called the guy’s name and told him to hurry up the front while the food was hot. I didn’t even know the guy’s name. Jesus would never have been embarrassed. I was embarrassed, because I thought somebody might think I was messing with the gay guy, might think I was gay. What that means is I felt it was better to be me than to be him, and that is completely the opposite of what Jesus is all about. What I felt for that guy wasn’t love or even compassion, it was pity, and pity can only be felt by a superior for an inferior. You never feel pity for someone of equal status. And Jesus would have hugged Ketchim, would have sat down with him and talked about his day and what was in his heart, and listened while Ketchim maybe told Him how hard it is to work somewhere that you have to lock other people in cages and chain them up, and maybe told about how rough it could get when you actually like some of those people, but knew you could never really be friends.
Me and my boyfriend started praying every night together when he found out that I wasn’t going back to Christianity around our 2nd or 3rd month. Once in a while he would come home late and I would already be asleep. It turns out that when i’m extremely tired I tend to babble and say a bunch of nonsense and not remember what I said in the morning.
I think last night I called him mom. And I kept insisting that he was my mom. I think I said “Amen” before he was done too.
To dream that you are cutting your hair, suggests that you are experiencing a loss in strength. You may feel that someone is trying to censor you. Alternatively, you may be reshaping your thinking or ambitions and eliminating unwanted thoughts/habits.
I’m seeing people who normally never go to church talking about how great your glory is and how amazing you are. I sit there and I smile to myself. “Yeah, I remember how good it felt when I was in their position.” When I was younger I used to live and breathe you. My life revolved around the beautiful struggle to get to know you more and how I just wanted everyone to feel the way I felt about you. But then I grew older and the wind swept me off that path. I don’t know how I got so far away from you. I sit here on my desk looking back trying to connect the dots but I can’t. It was so subtle and so luring.
I have every reason to love the life I’m living right now. I have love, money, my grades are improving, and I have friends that I can count on. I have all the ingredients to happiness but I’m still thirsty for something more than that. I tried everything. I tried to convince myself that I’m better off without you. I tried to tell myself that you aren’t real in my life when I know perfectly well that you were the realest thing in my entire life. I know you’ve been reaching out to me and it’s time I stop ignoring the signs. I’m tired of running from you and I want to feel whole again. I don’t know how or where to start, so I’m gonna need your guidance. Right here, today at this very time I give up. I surrender everything I made of myself.
I’m so exhausted and I can’t wait for this week to be over. It’s going to be my 200th day with the boyfriend and I can’t wait to head out to the NY aquarium to celebrate. (= I never did bother to go on those cliche “cutesy” dates with any of my exes because I was just too lazy. LOL
Things to buy before summer kicks into full swing:
1. Become a member of WCS wildlife! Free passes to Bronx Zoo, NY aquarium, Central Park, Prospect Park and more! Plus free 16 guest passes, holllllllaaaaaa!
2. Season pass to Six Flags. I didn’t get to go at all last year )=
3. Sunglasses that block UV rays well
4. School appropriate summer clothes! (Since my health teacher made a fuss about my shorts today.. They weren’t even that short! Lucky for her, I actually like her and will abide by her rules…)
5. Something that will help my face tan faster than the rest of my body. My face is about 4 shades lighter than my body because I apply sunscreen on my face like a mad woman on hotter days..
I pass by the La Guardia airport on my way to my boyfriend’s house all the time. It’s my favorite part of the trip. I love watching the planes land and take off, and if i’m lucky a plane will fly right over the car.
When I was younger I used to love planes and when I was 7 I told my parents that I want to join the air force. (I know, I wasn’t your typical 8 year old girl.) Of course, they disapproved. After 9/11 there was a lot of talk about terrorism. I abandoned my dreams and that was the last of it.
My head really freaking hurts right now and I need something like ice cold water. I’m too scared to go back into my kitchen because my dad just killed the biggest bug i’ve ever seen in my entire life. Seriously, that was the first time I saw a roach in 10 years. My sister has to stop leaving food around her room because she’s the only one who does that kind of shit. The thought of that stupid bug is etched onto my brain and I can’t stop being paranoid. UGHH!!! I need a rescue!!!
“Hey, hey, hey, hey
My head is spinning cause of you
Hey, hey, hey, hey
You’ve no clue what you do
Your the storm, let it rain
You’ve got eyes like a hurricane
Hey, hey, hey, hey
You’ve no clue what you do to me
You’ve no clue what you do to me”—What You Do To Me; We the Kings