February 2010
5 posts
There was just an earthquake.
It was at 4:00 am exactly; five minutes before my alarm goes off. I got up, extraordinarily disoriented, and opened my door, which was rattling. I thought I had overslept, perhaps. I thought my parents were trying to wake me up, though my door was locked. I opened my door, and everything was silent, and there was no one there. Then my alarm went off. Which means this fit happened at 4:04 am. I...
This Tumblr isn't going to be an artistic outlet.
But an outlet for my emotions. I have stacks of notebooks in my room for the latter reason. Sometimes, I feel as if I don’t have anywhere or one to go to, and I use Tumblr. I’m going to go through my entire blog and delete pictures that have no significance. I’ll probably delete people who I follow too. Not all of them, of course, but I want this Tumblr to be for me, again. My...
Why do relationships fall apart?
They’re like watching car crashes, I’m so stunned right now.
I cannot stand when people spell "ho" like "hoe."
See, “ho” comes from the word “whore.” Chop off the front have and you have ‘hore.’ Chop off the back half and you have ‘ho.’ Not ‘hoe.’ A hoe is a garden tool. A ho is a skanky, good-for-nothing-except-a-few-minutes-in-the-sack, fake-cleavage-flaunting, loose-pussied, scumbag.
January 2010
25 posts
Teehee.
We’ve had our ups, and our downs, and our downers. We’ve had our problems, and our conflicts, and fights, and we’ve called one another angry names and hung up in the midst of a sentence and cried and cried and cried because of one another. I’ve hurt you, and you’ve hurt me. We’ve disagreed, and we’ve pissed each off more times than I could count on my...
I'm fucking weird.
I have ten fingers.
I have curly hair. I have a broken family, that’s been mended too often. I have Jesus candles on my dresser and I use a Bible as a coaster. I have drawings of pictures of metal structures, like the Eiffel Tower or Golden Gate Bridge all over. I have a temper, but a golden heart. I have got a mole on my right cheek, much like Marilyn Monroe’s. I have a best friend, whom I love, and a...
I understand this is highschool, but I simply will...
I understand that I said some things that were misconstrued. I completely, totally get it. I understand feelings were hurt, and accusations were made.
However, you all just made me want to drift further from each and every one of you.
That church is so corrupt. You don’t attack someone, especially with deranged comments about how I’ve lost the Lord. Please do not attempt at enticing...
Why do people say "No offense, but..."
and then proceed to offend me?
People I'm thankful for:
Racho J. Peds, for being my best friend, and allowing me to be the fucking weirdo that I am. I love you, Ray.
Thomas McCarty, for being the reason that I wake up with a smile on my face, whilst also feeling like P Diddy.
Mommy, for being a pain in my ass 24/7, but also for being a mom.
Brooke Maroooolll, for letting me vomit out my thoughts all over the table, and picking them up and...
We had to write sonnets for English.
So much like the cold bars of a jail cell, Or, rather, like a big cage or corral, South Elgin High School’s a personal Hell, Void of classiness, patience, and moral. Between social circles and required classes, This school is like a restraint over my mind. I grow numb and fade into the masses; I no longer function and fall behind. But alas, summertime comes quite quickly. In the early month of...
"This is what love is."
LMFAO
Anna: I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO KE$HA. >:|
John: i can't stop listening to WFANFC. we are so deprived
Anna: except for your brain cells may be dying at a slower rate. all i want to do is be extremely promiscuous, drink until i can't stand up, and dance a whole lot. D:
John: do you wanna come over?
I think it's cool
that our generation’s going to go through TWO “apocolypses.” Y2k, and this 2012 bullshit.
If we make it to 2013, we’re fucking badass.
:)
This break, oh good God, this break was amazing. And now I’m winding down by doing all of the homework I should’ve done before, but procrastination’s in my DNA, fuckers.
I love my boyfriend, you know this? We’re now calling one another on hourly intervals, to make sure one another are doing their work. Look at us little procrastinators go. We’re just so precious.
...
I'm going to live this year.
I want to just be able to let go.
I’ve felt so controlled by everyone for the last six months. As far as I’m concerned, the only people who can tell me how to be are me, and my parents. I need to break free from every other single person who holds me back, puts me down, and makes me lesser than what I am.
I will not spend all of my time at church. I fucking hate it there.
I’m...
I mix my tenses up when I’m nervous. My subjects, too. I switch from you to I to going to gone, and back to went. I poke my fingers into my writing again. And again. And yet again and all I get is a holy piece of shit that no one would give a second chance to. My characters, my thoughts, my presence - they’re all inconsistent. My point of view - inconsistent. Either that, or illogical....
December 2009
278 posts
Resolution List
Find happiness
Have a sense of optimism
Fuck the bitches, fuck the hoes
Learn how to be
Be spontaneous
Get a driver’s license
Love larger
Grow a pair
Do you ever just think about
how life would be if you never were born? Or if he or she or it didn’t exist? Or if something or anything or nothing happened when? Or what could be accomplished without these trivial thoughts?
I’m letting my brain consume me. It does this, who the fuck let me alone by myself again?
Me ATM:
Thirty year old green cotton grandma pencil skirt
Really big mens v-neck, shoved hastily into said skirt
Tights with runs all over them
Hair in a mess on top of head
Screaming Christmas carols at my entire house
I smell like Christmas tree
My life is daaaandy. :D
My stepgrandpa, who I've met once,
got me a Christmas gift. That is the cutest, most generous thing ever.
Christmas spirit times three thousand, now. :)
I want all of my kids to have fantastically curly...
And all of the boys to have eyes like their father, and strong hands. And I want the girls to never chew their fingernails, and a posture just like mine.
Livin' on the edge.
Smells like adrenaline.
My birth certificate may say I'm sixteen years...
This time of year makes me feel six. Yet, I wander around with the heart of such an old soul, you’d swear I was a hundred and four.
It’s Christmas tomorrow. :)
So, I literally just called Casey Syron up,
and handed my phone to my step mom and she was in hysterics, laughing at the midgets on the TV. That was the best conversation I’ve ever witnessed, ever. I needed to document it. Omg, priceless.
We're used to relaying our doubts as apathy.
It’s easier to say “I don’t care” as opposed to “I don’t know.” Just because my teeth aren’t perfect, or my bank account isn’t endless, and my friends aren’t always there, I know I’ll get up tomorrow morning. I know my doubts pale in comparison to the things that will happen today, tomorrow, or even the next day. This is hardly...
I'm going to cuddle up and read a little.
Jonathan Safran Foer, here I come. :)
