The day of the year in which I am totally unappreciative of my own body.
As of right now, I’m officially saving for the 2014 SuperBowl game.
Life is a power struggle, and one definite way to stay on top is to care the least. It’s called the principle of least interest, ‘the power lies in the hands of the person who cares the least about the relationship’. It could be any relationship. Since the other person is so busy putting energy into the relationship, trying to make everything go along nicely, that they’re automatically giving power to the other person. I just spent my Saturday night learning about the philosophy of Power, yay for my non-existent social life
I try to figure out which zingers that I could use in situations, months ahead of time. I make up scenarios in my head where I might have to use them. I’m about to reveal my newest one. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity and I found it. My cousin is getting married in January, and I know he’s going to ask for a wedding present, and (chuckles) I’m (chuckles) going to say, ‘My presence is your present’. I had this one lined up before Kanye used it in ‘Monster’. I need new hobbies.
Just noticed yesterday was my one year Tumblerversary, I had a written post planned and everything, but I never know what date it is. I’m such a bad girlfriend, forgive me, Tumblr?
Everytime I see an HP post, I automatically think of the company Hewlett Packard, and not Harry Potter. I get really excited each time and then notice everyone’s talking about Harry Potter. I’ve never watched the movies or even read the books.
Next time before I decide to deliberately disobey my dad, I should look at my checking account first. I was so confident my check went through, and now I’m cut off for the week. That’s the last time I do that without checking to see if I have money or not :(
it makes me happy.
NUCKIN’ FUTS, BRO.
Bro, we only hang out once a week if I’m free, which is rare. yeah I saw you too much on Monday though.
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, but I’ve just never gotten around to it. This will address my fear of following my dreams. It’s not that I don’t love my major or don’t want to go into the medical industry; it’s just not my ultimate passion. I know I love helping people, so as long as I’m doing that, I’ll be happy. I was always a logical person, I make most of my big life decisions with my brain and with factual information, and I almost never ‘follow my heart’. Before I decided what I wanted to go into as my future career, I did a lot of research online, and looked at statistics for employment growth in that field. I don’t want to have to worry about not having a job after achieving my college education. With the medical industry, you’ll always find a job, because people will always get sick and need care. My fear is that if I followed my heart and didn’t succeed in my passion, I wouldn’t be able to handle the failure. I know that I wouldn’t be able to deal with that kind of pain and heartbreak. As a youngling, I saw someone close to me fall into a mental breakdown after ‘they’ were let go from the ‘career’ that brought them joy. Inside I envy people who follow their hearts and passions blindly. If I could do anything in the world, I’d be a history major, it’s been my passion since I was a little girl, besides fashion, but that’s another post for another day. After reading that there isn’t a need for history majors, I painfully crossed it off my list in 7th grade. I’m still a history junkie, but it’s become more of an active hobby for me now. I still spend days in Barnes and Noble reading historical books because it makes me happy. I love that it usually always repeats itself in some shape or form. (Insert quote about not knowing your future if you don’t know your past) I wish I had more faith in my prowess, was fearless, and made decisions with my heart, but it’s not who I am.
Sign Language is one of my favorite languages. I was introduced to this beautiful language by one of my closest friends, A, about 4 summers ago. She was born to deaf parents, so it’s her first language. Every time I see her sign, it captivates me. I love seeing the hand motion, body language, and exaggerated facial expressions, because you can grasp what the conversation is about based on these three things alone. I’ve been trying to learn, but I’ve been failing epically. I can’t follow up with the emotions that go with the signing. It’s a truly universal language; it touches people from every race, culture, and creed. Deafness occurs everywhere. I love the deaf, mute, and sign sub-culture. Now, I’ve been following deaf dancers and rappers. I have so much respect for deaf dancers because they rely on counts and the vibration of the music, and you wouldn’t be able to guess that they were deaf. Another thing that amazes me about it is that unlike other spoken foreign languages, you can talk about people with them ever hearing you, that’s always a plus. But seriously, sometime in my life, I want to get around to learning this art form.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. This is the first time that I’ve watched a screenplay without finishing the writing that it’s based on. This goes against my moral standards, I don’t even know who I am anymore. Now, I feel obligated to finish ‘The Accidental Billionaires’. Even though I didn’t finish the book, I followed the lawsuits fairly closely and did enough research to know what was going on in the film. I think I’ve found a new movie to add to my favorites. I love how this is so current that there is no definite ending to the film or the book, the legal troubles are still going on. I don’t believe all of it since it seemed one-sided and they made my boo, Zucky<3, look like an uberdouche. Mezrich, the author, collaborated only with one person in the writing of the book. It’s a great view into a world I’ll never know about.
Some drink, others smoke, I drive. When I’m feeling troubled, it’s the one of the few things that brings me solace. When I drive with no real objective, I forget everything and I feel like I’m taken to another atmosphere. I get my love of driving from my Pops, since it’s his profession. When I was younger, we’d take biweekly road trips along the east coast. We both collect maps, and study them ardently trying to figure out where we should venture to next. We try to learn the backroads and shortcuts to places. Sometimes we’d just drive around aimlessly, or he’d bring me to a new peak or a new mountain range that he found while he was driving during work. So nowadays every time I drive by myself for no particular purpose, it reminds me of worry-free days of my childhood, when you didn’t notice that everything around you was breaking down. I hate sad endings, so they all lived happily ever after.
Dad: Don’t play hide and seek with Bin Laden
Me: Way to ruin my plans, Dad.
Our conversations have no tangent and are completely random, that’s what being pent up in a car for five hours will do to you.
Two Nutella sandwiches. Five Tortuous hours of Haitian Jazz and French Folk music. Doing homework in the car. Random conversations. Two rest stops. Neckbreaking Nap. Awkward Silences. Enough time to come up with plenty of posts.
yeah it’s just HOseph. I think he knows you too.
By now, we all know not to fall in love with someone based on their looks or their other superficial qualities. We know that our significant other won’t look the same years down the line, looks fade over time. We’ve been taught to look at a person’s personality and to love them for that. Research has shown that our personalities change every 10 years, they change based on life experiences, surroundings, stress, and economic changes, to list a few. The more we grow, the more our views and feelings on certain subjects make change. The things that we used to do in the past or make us laugh, may not give us the same feelings that they used to. that’s why sometimes we hear couples who have broken up say ‘We just grew apart’. If the person you’re in love with now won’t be the same person years down the line, then what do you fall in love for? I want to say money so badly right now, but I know it’s not that too.
sorries lol. I’m always busy.
I’m going to pretend this is a compliment. I don’t even know how to answer this lol