So random
Alright, since I have absolutely nothing to report, I figured I’d just post random things. Funny things…. Well, funny to me anyway. So whatever, cuz!
Here’s to the randomness of all these pictures!!!!
College is so Hetic
Eh….. it’s been some time, again, hasn’t it? I didn’t forget about this place, honestly, I haven’t…. just really don’t have the time to update as much as I’d like to. That’s college life for you, I guess.
Anyway, my Fall Break starts after my Biology exam on Friday. Essentially, I’m officially free around 2 in the afternoon this Friday… At least for a week. I so can’t wait!! I’m so excited!!!
Lol Anyway, there really isn’t much to really report. I’ve been busy with college and that’s about it. Exams, papers, homework, just trying to barely scrap by in Bio…. Eh heh heh…. Yeah, it’s good but not great. I made a ‘B’ in the Bio lab, which counts for something like 23% of the overall Biology 115 grade (the class consist of both a lecture and a lab), however, I’m not doing so hot in the lecture part. In order for the ‘B’ to be combined to form my overall grade, I have to have at least a ‘C’ in the lecture and I don’t see that happening. I really have no desire to repeat the course next year but I might not have a choice. Eh…. I hate bio. It’s so frustrating. Oh well… what can you do, at least I’m trying my damn hardest! I just really suck at taking tests.
Well….. I’m logging. See ya’ll later.
Random Thought of the Day:
What flavor do you imagine a cloud would taste like? I’m thinking a mixture of a vanilla milkshake taste with a cotton candy texture.
Random Fact of the Day: Rhode Island is the smallest state with the longest name. The official name, used on all state documents, is "Rhode Island and Providence Plantations."
Word of the Day:intoxicant [in-TOK-si-kahnt] (noun)
1. an agent that causes intoxication, especially an alcoholic beverage: "Thanks for the offer, but I really just want orange juice, sans intoxicant." Origin- Approximately 1860; from Medieval Latin, 'intoxicant-,' past participle of 'intoxicare': to poison; from Latin, 'in-': in + 'toxicare': to poison, from 'toxicum': poison.
Quote of the Day: “The purpose of life is to fight maturity.” -Dick Werthimer
Just some random things
Hola amigos! How is everyone on this fine Monday (or whenever you read this) evening? I hope you all had a good few weeks since I last update my blogy thing…
Anyway, I started my first week of college on Monday, August 18th. I am, officially, already exhausted. I mean it. I am SO tired. I just want to climb under a rock and fall asleep for a few years but other than that, it’s all going good. My BIO is the only class really driving me insane with homework but that’s what you get, I guess.
Anyway… Here’s my schedule cause I can’t think of anything else to say at the moment:
Monday:
Intro to American Government 10:30-11:20 am
University 101 3:00-3:50 pm
Tuesday
Effective Public Speaking 9:30-10:45 am
Principles of Biology 2:30-3:45 pm
Math Workshop 5:30-6:50 pm
Wednesday
Principles of Biology (lab) 8:30-10:20 am
Intro to American Government 10:30-11:20 am
Introduction to Sociology 5:00-7:50 pm
Thursday
Effective Public Speaking (lab) 11:00-12:15 am
Principles of Biology 2:30-3:45 pm
Math Workshop 5:30-6:50 pm
Friday:
Intro to American Government 10:30-11:20 am
So yeah…. My classes range all over the place…. Kind of. Anyway, this Labor Day weekend I get a 4 day weekend because my professor for Intro to American Government is leaving for a convention on Friday or something like that, therefore, I do not have class. (does a little happy dance) WOOT!
Anyway, that’s all I really have to say for now. I’ll see you all later.
Random Thought of the Day:
How come you can’t wear white after Labor Day??? Anyone with an intelligent answer who can clear that up for me would be most appreciated.
Word of the Day: mea culpa [MAY-ah KUL-pah, MEE-ah KUL-pah] (noun)
1. an acknowledgment of your error or guilt: "A mea culpa at the beginning of the controversy would have spared everyone further embarrassment." Origin- Approximately 1374; from Latin, literally, 'I am to blame,' a phrase from the prayer of confession in the Roman Catholic Church's Latin liturgy.
Quote of the Day:
“I went into a McDonald's yesterday and said, 'I'd like some fries.' The girl at the counter said, 'Would you like some fries with that?'” -- Jay Leno (1950 - )
Blah Blah
Hi, hi! How is everyone? I (for the first time since I can remember) am finally on the right path and in a cheery and splendid mood…. Though I am a bit tired. Ah well, what can you do right?
Well, since the last post, you can tell that my life is looking up. YAY! I’m no longer in my depressive state anymore… THE CLOUDS HAVE LIFTED! Woot!
I really have nothing new to update. I did get my schedule for school and glad to know that it isn’t that hectic for my freshman year of college. Actually, I kind of bombed the math placement test and now I have to take the Math and Chemistry class over the summer of ’09 but other than that… I have nothing to complain about. Really, my roommate has a busier schedule that I do. I pity her…. Lol Oh well.
Anyway, I also got my laptop today. It’s so purrty. Seriously… this thing is a beast. The only thing I don’t like is that it’s Windows Vista… I could do without that but in order to install Windows XP… I kind of have to buy it and I do NOT have the money to pay for that program… yet. But I will. Mark my words evil spawn of Satan (referring to Window’s Vista) I will defeat you! Lol
Well, I really do have nothing to say. Guess this is where I close off and say bye-bye. Umm… Before I go I have a question:
DO YOU LIKE MY NEW BACKGROUND????
Random Thought of the Day:
Alright… I changed Thought of the Day to Random Thought of the Day just to make it that more fun… Trust me. My thoughts are very random… Like this one: How do deer know to cross at these signs: ? Just curious… And how do they know to cross for the next four miles? Can they read? What happens if the deer cross before the sign?? WHAT THEN? THE WHOLE BALANCE OF THEIR VERY NATURE WILL BE THROWN OFF! Lol Seriously though…. How do they know to cross at the signs?
Word of the Daydoyen [doi-EN, DOI-en, dwah-YAN] (noun)
1. A man who is the senior member of a group: "Chris, please give your seat to the doyen." Feminine form: doyenne Origin- approximately 1422; from French; from Latin, 'decanus': person in charge of ten others.
Quote of the Day: “My definition of an expert in any field is a person who knows enough about what's really going on to be scared.” -P. J. Plauger, Computer Language, March 1983.
Video of the DayONE OF THE BEST LOTR VIDEOS THAT I’VE SEEN IN A LONG TIME!
Whatever you make of it
Once more, I find myself thrown into a never ending void of limitless nothing. (sigh) Wonderful, isn’t it. Life, for the most part, isn’t striking me as the most fabulous thing at the moment…. I can hardly find a reason to get up in the morning. I hate every moment…. All of it….. Friends. Family. Everything. It’s all so annoying, so hazardous in a way, always crashing down around me and when I go stumbling and when I look up there is never anyone there to lend me a helping hand, to get me back on my feet.
I never expected much, not really. Never really wanted anything either. Never asked for anything, truthfully…. (sigh) I’m just so tired now days. I can’t stomach anything anymore and everybody is getting on my case… Do this. Do that. Act this way. Fake it and just go along.
I just to rip my hair out and scream at the top of my lungs….. The sad part is, no one can see me drowning. Not even my closest friend, whom I’ve entrusted everything to…. No one is seeing me falling apart. Then again, I don’t broadcast it for everyone to know. You have to really know me and be able to nit-pick between all of my different masks in order to see the real me but it really isn’t that hard. Not hard at all. Hell, just this week, I cried in school for the first time, cried in front of my friends for the first time… What’s that say? It really means that my masks are coming down and they’re coming down hard.
Ehh… You must be sick of me, probably thinking, ”Stupid emo…. All she does is complain about how horrible her life is…… It could be worse.” Yeah, I know that. I also know I seem to go on endlessly about my problems.
Here’s the thing, I’m not so “emo”, I’m just me sick of being weighed down all the time, sick of my life and sick of the people are me. Everybody has those days…. Well, mine just won’t seem to end. It’ll get better, I know that. It’s the whole “hang on for the ride” part that I don’t like. Oh well, life’s hard get a helmet.
Want to know the worse part? My parents are hanging my college over my head every chance they get. When I do something bad, it’s always there as an omniscient black cloud that won’t go away…. And I hate them for it. Like now, for example, my parents are mad at me for some ungodly reason that I don’t even know what it is and now… I have to find a way to finance my own college. I understand that many students finance their own way because they have no choice, and they have the power (will power and determination, that is) to make it…. I don’t. I don’t even have a job. The closest thing I’ve come to a job is babysitting. Like that’s so hard…
Not only that but because my brother went away to college and then came back and now is sitting on his fat ass all day playing WoW and taking up space, they’re treating me as if I will become him. They’re so scared of ”throwing away money” that they barely want to help me pay for college. They always expect me to fail. ME! Fail! How can you be so cruel. I’ve never once proven to you that I will fail. My grades are nice and I haven’t gotten into trouble this year. Clean slate! Right? Wrong! I’m nothing more to them than a burden and they fear I won’t succeed. The thing that hurts the most is that they seem to pushing for me to fail because then they would be right and I would be wrong. They won’t be seen as the failures and they won’t be labeled as the “bad parents”. Assholes.
You know what, I’m done….. I quit.
In This Desperate Hour
I Call For Your Attention
Just A Moment Of Your Time
To Release All This Tension.
I'll Admit I Need Your Help
And Cannot Fight Alone.
This Heart Is Sore And Broken
That Once Was Made Of Stone.
It's Hard To Fix Myself.
I'm Giving Up On Trying.
I Know This Sounds Absurd
But I Think My Heart Is Dying.
The Pulse Is Slowing Down
And It Seems To Hurt To Breathe
A Task I Took For Granite
And Did With Complete Ease.
I'm Staring Up At You
And I Know You're Staring Back.
Please Return To Me My life
And Strength I Seem To Lack.
You're Quite A Hero To Most
Although You Are Not Seen.
Your Voice Is Speaking Loudest
As If Addressed To Me.
So Here I Stand Before You
Asking For The Chance
To Turn Around What Is Now Gone
Although That Option Passed.
This May Be On Short Notice,
But I Could Use Some Help
To Seize This Pain I'm Feeling
So I Can Save Myself.
I Know You're Very Busy
And I Need To Wait In Line,
But I'm Afraid, Lord
There Isn't That Much Time.
I Just Hope That You'll Listen
As I Have Done For You
And Point The Way To Go For Me
Or At Least Some Elmer's Glue.
For My Heart Has Had Enough
And It's Time To Try To Fix
This Faint Pulse That I Feel
Before The Chance Is Missed.
Thank You For Your Time
I Know It Won't Sound Fair
But All I Ask From You Is Help
And An Answer To This Prayer..
This poem, My Prayer, was written by XXCoRruPtiNg YoU SlOwlYxX. You can find more of her work here at: http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=354680.
I liked the poem… Was reading through some and then came across this… Who would have thought it would describe me so well…
Bye.
Thought of the Day:
Hold on to the ones who are slowly fading, slowing slipping from this world, and hold them tight. They’ll thank you in the end. (I know it’s pathetic advice but work with it and think about it… you’ll understand.)
Word of the Day:gainsay [gayn-SAY, GAYN-say'] (transitive verb)
1. to deny something; to declare false: "After today's events, you cannot gainsay his love for her."
2. to contradict somebody or something; to oppose Origin- Approximately 1325; from Middle English, 'genseyying': contradiction, literally, a saying against ('gain-': against, from Old English 'gegn-,' 'gean-': against + 'sayen': to say, from 'secgan': say).
Quote of the Day: “Some things have to be believed to be seen.” -Ralph Hodgson, on ESP.
I don't know anymore
Hey everyone. It’s been sometime since I’ve last logged on or even left a comment for anyone. Humph, can’t decide if that’s due to school weighing me down or that I seem to be losing my grip and just don’t care anymore. Tricky question, ne?
Since I really have nothing to say, I guess I can post some quizzes or something. Sorry if coming here is a hassle or boring…. Don’t mean for it to be. I just don’t have an interesting life, just the same boring routine every day. Yeah, I think I need to get out more, but sadly, I really can’t stomach the thought of hanging out with my “friends” at the moment…. Don’t get me wrong; I love them to death (in a way) but their all about their problems. I mean, I don’t mind helping them, but I have problems too…. They don’t even listen when I try to tell them about them either. Ah, well. Beggars can’t be choosers I guess.
Eh, I don’t know what to do…. (sigh) Here’s a poem that I really liked. It’s called Distant Cries by YOtta. You can find more of her work at: http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=204414.
The world, we are groaning
We stammer our prayers
We reach in the darkness
We crawl in despair
We're searching for Saviors
We're searching for depth
We want to know love
Though it scares us to death
It's the promises of hope that's most terrifying
It's the questions unanswered that causes unrest
A world of defiance kneels down denying
As souls uncertain are slowly dying protest
Why the strongest men yield when their lives are so broken
Tormented as days to years pass with futures vanquished unspoken
The truth behind a childs' scream, stream.
The agony behind a mothers shattered sons' dream
The wife who's drowning and waving her defeated arms
It's him who is haunted by the victims' blood
Surrounded by open wounds and mud
Of every man who fought and stood against his worst
Insanity prolonging what little faith unscathed is cursed
The soldiers that fight without a cause
It's the blood they have spilled that cause us to pause
I hold on tight to memories
And dream another reverie
I pray to One who knows the names
Of every demon we both claim
(shrugs) Anyway, I guess I’ll leave now. Sorry for taking up so much time. Enjoy yourselves.
Thought of the Day:
Don’t lean on your friends when you won’t allow them to lean on you later. Pillars are strong and sturdy but even they can come crumbling down.
Word of the Day:solipsism [SOL-ip-siz'-ahm, SOE-lip-siz'-ahm] (noun)
1. the philosophical theory that the self is all that you know to exist: "The originality of Nina's work stems from her creative solipsism." Origin- Approximately 1880; from Latin, 'solus': alone + 'ipse': self + '-ism.'
Quote of the Day: “Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.” -Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001), "Last Chance to See".
I hate Valentine's Day
No introduction today, no ‘hi’ or anything like that, just me getting straight to the point because that’s the mood I’m in right now.
What I wanted to say is (and this may offend some of the more sensitive people out there but frankly, I don’t care) that I really, really, a million times over again, hate Valentine’s Day. Don’t get me wrong, I do have rational reasoning for hating this holiday more so than I hate other but I just thought I would let people know.
All day I have been hearing, “Happy Valentine’s Day”. That’s it. And when I don’t say it back, it’s like I become the scrooge of Valentine… All because I didn’t wise some poor hopeless sap Happy Valentine.
Everyone tells me that, “I love Valentine’s Day” and “How can you hate this holiday?”. It’s so damn annoying. So, here are my reasons for not particularly liking this holiday (in order from least to greatest).
Reasons
4. It’s a day to remind those of us still single out there that hey, guess what, you’re fucking single. Wow. Thanks for reminding us there, Hallmark. We really needed that. This holiday only delivers a devastating blow to those without a partner, lover, etc. to spend it with. Basically, if you’re single, you’re left out of all the fun. We get the privilege to sit back and watch everyone else. Thanks, because that’s what we really needed.
3. This bring me to my another reason. If you’re single and you’re left out of the fun and receive no Valentine whatsoever, even if it is from a friend, wow, you basically failed at life. Thanks, you just broke my spirit even more. Thanks. Everyone always says the same thing after you tell them you didn’t get anything for Valentine’s Day: “Seriously, why not? Don’t you have friends or something?” Yeah, thanks again for deflating our confidence in ourselves. Yes, we have people who love us but we still didn’t get anything, it isn’t the end of the world for us, so stop trying to make it out that it is.
2. Not only do people ask you that ridiculous question but they have the nerve, the actually nerve to sit there and rub it in your face that you in fact received nothing by naming off everything they got. Ohhh, I bet you feel so full of yourself right now, right? Some chick actually did this to me. I’m not kidding. She named what her mom got her, what her dad got her, what her friend, her boyfriend, etc. got her. It’s like: “Don’t you have any heart to kind of let the subject die off now instead of rubbing everything in.” Nope. She kept going. Thanks, kid, I really feel like a winner.
1. Finally, I do like the fact that Valentine’s Day is all about spreading love to everyone around, making them all feel special even when they don’t feel it themselves. It’s a wonderful idea… If it was used properly. Once you start putting a price on your love for someone, that’s when it can no longer be love. I really don’t mind the whole gift-giving thing at all, hey, do what you want to do. I’m just trying to say, people expect too much these days. Some people (and I’m not saying everyone does this but I’ve seen it enough to know that it’s sickening) expect to much from their spouse and when they only show up with a card and some flowers or even just a card, the girls (most of the time, there are guys out there who throw hissy fits about this too) tend to get upset and angry at their spouse because it wasn’t something expensive they received, like a diamond ring or a golden necklace. No, they worry too much about their friends are getting and if their own gift costs more than what theirs did. I just want to let you all know, It’s the thought that counts.
Well, those are my reasons for hating Valentine’s Day. Don’t let my mood towards it ruin your own day. Enjoy yourselves, and those of you who are single like me, we always have next year.
My Thought of the Day:
Love is tricky, especially when people only see what the other owns, or how much they make, or even how they look. Now days, you can’t tell real love from love for something someone else has. Looking around, you can see it everywhere, in the media, in school, it might even happen to you one day. The one thing people have to remember is, yes, wealth can be fun at times, and driving a Ferrari down road would be something else, and even dating a model a wet dream come true, but in the end, all you have to fall back on the ones who really love you, for you. The point is, don’t love someone because of what they look like or how much they make, love them because you can, because you need to, like your life depended on it because true love is purest of all.
Word of the Day:idiosyncrasy [id'-ee-ah-SING-krah-see, id'-ee-ah-SIN-krah-see] (noun)
1. a behavioral or structural attribute that is distinctive and peculiar to an individual: "I was hoping that she would view my constant guzzling of coffee throughout the day as a charming idiosyncrasy, and not as the manic, addictive, foul-breath inducing habit that it was."
2. a peculiar physiological or temperamental attribute
3. a peculiarity in an individual's reaction to a drug or food Origin- Approximately 1604; probably borrowed from French, 'idiosyncrasie,' and from Greek, 'idiosynkrasia' ('idios': one's own + 'synkrasis': temperament).
Quote of the Day: Have you ever observed that we pay much more attention to a wise passage when it is quoted than when we read it in the original author? -Philip G. Hamerton, "The Intellectual Life".
Aggravated
Since I’ve last written, things had appeared to be getting better. For the longest time, my mother and father got along. We went to Ohio together and had a wonderful time. Everything was looking good. No one fought or got mad (well, at least my parents haven’t). I guess things are never suppose to be happy around my family; I think were doomed to hate each other until we are buried six feet under. Blah! things can be so irritating but that’s life I guess.
I won’t babble on about my family issues. You don’t need to hear it and I’m sure you’re sick to death about people complaining about things like that.
Anyway, I’ve been feeling really irritated lately, to the point where I can stand people anymore. I hate everything at the moment; nothing brings me pleasure anymore. I just feel so…. Grr… I can’t even describe how I feel. How pathetic is that??? Every little thing grates on my nerves. I can’t stand even the smallest twitch from people, and when they smile at me, I feel like I want to punch out there teeth. Is that a bad thing? I feel like a horrible person for being this way but I can’t help it. Everything now a days irritates me: people sneezing, people talking, someone saying “Hi” to me, the sound of pens clicking…. even the sound of a clock TICKING irritates the fuck out of me!!!!!!
I’m bipolar and normally, small things will set me off, but not EVERYTHING! I want to tell my parents but they’ll only send me back to see Dr. Solo (my psychiatrist) and I have no desire to sit there and listen to him asking me “How does that make you feel” a thousand times over again.
I’m at the point where I want to tear my hair out! It’s so frustrating! (sigh) Does this make me a bad person??????
Anyway, I’ll stop rambling about me because it’s making me angry for no reason. So later everyone.
My Thought of the Day:
I think that wanting your child to succeed in life is something that all parents should want, so make it their goal to make sure it does happen. However, don’t let your desire for your child to succeed to rule your life, don’t let it become you. Back off and let your children make decisions on his or her own and allow them to make mistakes every now and then. Let us breathe because if you suffocate us too long, we just might die (in spirit), or lie down and quit.
Word of the Day: megalomania [meg'-ah-loe-MAY-nee-ah, meg'-ah-loe-MAYN-yah] (noun)
1. an obsession with having power over other people and a craving for more of it: "His megalomania started with a 'hall monitor' position in primary school."
2. a psychiatric disorder characterized by delusions of great power and importance
Origin- Approximately 1890; from French, 'megalomanie'; from Greek, 'megas': great + 'mania': madness.
Quote of the Day: “I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be, and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.” - Maxine Waters.
Not a pleasant life thus far......
Life….. It hasn’t been the most pleasant of all things, especially recently. I have things weighing on my shoulders, my worries bringing me down…. But don’t we all. Sometimes, I’m so sick of living, so sick of trying, that I just want to lay down for bed and dream forever. Sometimes, I just want to scream. What can I say, sometimes it seems too hard, but we all have the moments don’t we?
You see, last week, my father and mother got into a huge fight…. Maybe I should start earlier than that. My mom had asked my dad to go upstairs one night to get my brother to stop yelling and cussing at the game he was playing, so he did. Well, it didn’t go as planned because my dad and yelled at my brother, my brother yelled back and gave him the finger then slammed the door…. Yeah. My dad went into the garage to get a stick (actually, it was the handle to a shovel that had broken off) and he was going upstairs (or at least was going to before my mom and I stopped him) to break the game system….. and my brother. We stepped in, became the bad guys, and he slept in the basement that night.
The next day, things got worse as the day progressed. My father only glared at me and wouldn’t say a word to my older brother, my mom, and me. The only one he talked to was my younger brother. Anyway, he ended up cutting his wedding band in half with pliers and my mom threw the pieces into the neighbor’s yard.
Later that night, my dad got in my face and asked me, “Do you think it’s a good day to die?” Umm…. What do you say to something like that? Eh…. It wasn’t easy. I showed no fear, no panic, nothing. I shut down, became emotionless once more. He left and I could feel the tears in my eyes but I didn’t let them go. My mom went downstairs and my dad said to her, “It’s good night for all of us to die.” Then, when she wanted to call the cops, he cut the power to the house. Everything went black and all I could think of was the families on T.V., you know, the ones murdered by their father or mother. I was determined not to become that family, even though I was so paralyzed by fear.
He came up the stairs and my mom was yelling things that I can’t remember. All I know was that I was backing toward the fireplace to get the fire poker that we have, or the shovel for the ashes…. Actually, come to think of it, I was trying to get anything in my hands to fight back with. My mom told me to call the cops and when I tried he stepped in my way. I grabbed the flashlight, after making it around him, and turned it on. My father was in a complete BDU (all of the military clothing he wore during combat in the army). My panic rose ten-fold. Anyway, for some reason, my father went back downstairs and turned on the power again, but I was already heading to the neighbor’s house to call the police.
I learned later, that my dad had asked my younger brother for his BB gun that evening. The BB gun is air-soft or whatever you call it and the BB’s go 2300 feet a second and dents metal…. At close range, a BB to the head would do serious damage.
After that, the rest is really history. My dad and mom are getting a divorce and I’m an outcast in my home. My father won’t even look at me (not that I care). My mom wants me to talk to him, to swallow my pride and act as if nothing has happened. Well, my pride doesn’t go down that easily and at the moment, I want nothing to do with him, not now, not later, never again….. I hate him and I’ll be glad when he is done and buried.
A little pissed at the moment!
Hello my faithful companions. How are you all doing today?
Well, I’ve been at my cousin’s house for the past week. I just got back on Sunday. I had a wonderful time there, mostly because it got me away from my annoying ass brothers. However, I was ditched by my cousin Taylor, who decided that she was going to go to cheerleader practice and then not come back, for five days even though she said she would. I am so pissed at her. Her excuse was that I was dragging her down. I don’t know how I was dragging her down because I was just as bored as she was during the day. Bitch had the nerve to tell me that. So I let her have it. Argh! I hate it when people lie to you. If she had just told me that she wasn’t going to come back, then it would have been alright, but the fact that she lied to me straight face was enough to get my blood boiling!
Whatever, I’m not going to let her win mentally. I’ll eventually get over it.
Well, I really don’t have much to say, so I won’t hold you anymore than I had to.
My Thought of the Day
This is going along with my rant about my cousin lying to me. I hate it when people lie to me. There is no reason to lie to me about something. If you don’t want to hang out with me, or if something I’ve said has troubled you, then come out and say so. Don’t just sit there; acting as if nothing is wrong. I will find out eventually and then there be big mess afterwards. I’m not a hard person to talk to. Just tell me the truth, I’ll listen and then apologize for whatever I’ve done. I’ll try my best not to upset you again with what I’ve done. However, if you lie to me, then most likely, I won’t want to be your friend anymore and then there will be this big fight over nothing. So, just tell it like it is and don’t worry about my feelings; I’ll understand.
Word of the Day:noblesse [noe-BLES] (noun)
1. Noble rank or birth: "It is not so much her noblesse that intimidates me but her accomplishments."
2. The members of an aristocracy, especially in France Origin- Approximately 1225; from Old French, 'noblece'; from Latin, 'nobilis': well-known, from 'gnobilis,' literally, knowable, from 'gnoscere': to come to know.
Quote of the Day: “Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.” -Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862).
So random 
College is so Hetic 
Blah Blah 
I don't know anymore 
I hate Valentine's Day 
A little pissed at the moment! 
