Words to Consider.

I just live life. People come and people go. Things are not always great... sometimes things suck a little bit. I'm a little bit crazy. I'm not always smart, and yea sometimes things fall apart. Everyday there is a chance for change but....
 I just float life's waves and pray a lot along the way.

I'm not afraid of hurting your little feelings.

A friend is someone who will be completely honest with you. Someone who is not afraid to hurt your feelings by saying exactly what they really think. I care about your feelings but i'm not afraid of hurting them. If that makes me a bad person then fine.
Tell me the truth because that's why i'm asking.

BLOW THIS KE$HA

Ok, I basically think that the "blow" video by Ke$ha seriously blows.........
First off.... I love that in the official music video it says "No mythological creatures were harmed in the making of this video".... Ok thanks for that.... I was seriously worried there for a minute.... I thought that the UNICORNS were really under attack....no worries world we can all sleep better at night now. Had it been cows or something I would see it a little differently... Had it been cows PETA would definitely have a conniption. I think we are in the clear for this one though... PETA doesn't really cover mythological creatures.....
IS THERE A PETA FOR MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES?!
PETA: People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals....... WOULD IT BE PETMC?

OHHHHH WAIT A MINUTE....
a few seconds after the video starts, while talking to unicorns, she says "SO I GRABBED THE BEAR BY THE THROAT" alright.... that's it...... PETA is pissed......
SHE IS TALKING TO UNICORNS!!!!!!!! NO MORE DRINKING FOR HER!
I'll tell you one thing, when you drink and people look like unicorns.... it's time to go home....
THEN
A unicorn waiter comes to deliver a snack from a guy across the bar.... IS IT JUST ME OR DID IT LOOK LIKE DRUGS..... SHE IS ALREADY SEEING UNICORN PEOPLE.... DRUGS AREN'T NEEDED TO GET HER IN BED.... (plus it's Ke$ha)
I do honestly like the "what the fuck" look she gives to the guy giving her the triangular drug..... that's attractive...
...... She licked a unicorn and proceeded to pole dancing on it a little....... again.... had it been a cow.....
While walking across the bar the guy starts tearing apart his suit.... IT'S KE$HA CHILL OUT!! It is possible to just take the jacket off, you don't have to Hulk it.
After ripping his suit off she sticks her hand down her dress and the only thing going through my mind is
"HOLY CRAP WHAT IS SHE GONNA DO?! RIP OUT THE FAKE BOOBS AND THROW THEM AT HIM?!" I got nervous...
She removed her bra........ then.... HE REMOVED HIS BRA....... Wow you sure do know how to pick them!
They flirt then she calls the bra-less man a douche then they shoot at each other...
BUT DON'T WORRY THEY SHOOT RAINBOWS AT EACH OTHER..... RAINBOWS!!!!!
They manage to shoot every unicorn with sparkly rainbows but keep missing each other..... fail...
THEN SHE ACTUALLY SHOOTS HIM AND MOUNTS HIS HEAD ON THE WALL..... Well as long as the unicorns weren't really hurt.... WAIT... they said.... no mythological creatures were actually hurt.... so either he is mythological or he is seriously mounted on her tacky wall..... ALRIGHT someone send someone in to arrest.....
The fake laughing at the end just sells it all........ TERRIBLE MUSIC VIDEO!! WERE YOU ON CRACK?!  Every time I hear this song I will laugh because the pure stupidity jammed into it....   Ke$ha you blow.

check out the music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFWX0hWCbng&ob=av2e

Politically Stupid!

Slapping a different heritage in front of "american" does not make something correct. We can't say "black" on a school paper, instead we are obligated to write "African-American"..... ok..... How many "African-Americans" have actually been to Africa?! Yea, i'm sure ancestors may have originated from Africa, but a lot of people are born and raised in America.
Plus what white person called themselves "English-American"? None.
Everyone is so damn sensitive... I'm not black, i'm African-american..... No your black, embrace it!
Almost every survey I've completed has asked the following of me:
"Please select all that apply, __Hispanic __Mexican-American __African-American __Asian __White"
REALLY WHAT THE HELL?! Race sensitivity..... White people tried the whole Caucasian thing for awhile but it ended much like this
"How do you spell Caucasian.... c-a-u-.... ahh screw it i'm white"  And that is ok... I am definitely not racist, but I don't see why it is politically correct to say African-American next to just White..
Do you know that some people that come from Africa are white.... I CALL ASSUMPTIONS! Screw it.... I'm now gonna refer to my ethnicity as "ENGLISH-AMERICAN" If you are not black then I am not white.... Politically correct my English American butt.
Skin color is skin color...... that is it. If you are an American then that should be it. We are UNITED so why make different sections of Americans. If your black, brown, red, yellow, white, purple, green, or blue who the hell cares?! You're an American.... then you're an American. If we want to really be united, why do we use segregation through ethnicity? As long as we use terms like "African-American" I will refer to myself as an "English-American", but any time else I'll say Americans come in all different colors.

The Homeless Saw it Coming.

What's with the "hipsters"?? What the hell is a "hipster"?
I looked it up on the online dictionary and it gave me this definition: "a person, especially during the 1950s, characterized by a particularly strong sense of alienation from most established social activities and relationships." 
Then, I searched again on the oh-so-reliable "urban dictionary", I recieved this definition: 

"A Hispter is a grown up scene kid. Too old to be a scenester, yet too young to say no to the common trend. Trendy. Grown up sceneyboppers." .......... Sceneybopper? WHAT THE HELL IS A SCENEYBOPPER?   Lets looked at the first definition and see if we can dissect it....  OK first..... this is not the 1950's this is 2011.... would you wear things from the fifties? Really?  Out of the definitions I've reviewed, I've decided that a "hipster" is basically a person who feels the need to be "different" and "special".... I am definitely all about being unique and doing whatever you feel like, but I feel as if it is being approached the wrong way. Everyone decides to be different by wearing odd clothes... unfortunately everyone is wearing the same clothes...... making them not so unique. A few years ago everyone shopped at Hollister/ American Eagle and it was common for people to wear the same thing to school..... Then we decide to be "different" the same way as everyone else? Now you can wear "hipster" clothes and still come to school matching someone else...... I think some people need to figure out what being different actually means? It has come to a point wear I look down the hall and ask myself "WHAT THE HELL???" It looks like people tossed miscellaneous articles of clothing together and went out in public...... No offense... but... you look homeless... Being different is great, but if you plan to call yourself different.... actually be different.... These hipster kids are starting to piss me off....  Some are ok, but most are just wearing the same thing as everyone else.... defeating the point completely. Conformist douche...

Brilliant mind twisting provided TO a drunk.

Nobody has the ability to change you. I could look at you every day and call you a porker, but me saying that does not magically make you thin.... If I say it to the point that you believe it, then that's your thoughts changing you. Sure the thought originally belonged to me, but you so chose to listen and believe. You would be the one in the situation changing you.. I would just be the bitch.

SHAKING IT OFF.

I need to do just that.... I need to just shake it off. Life comes and life goes so why get hung up on something. Sure it hurt but it definitely won't be the end of me. I did not want to break up but it happened......
I know I can find someone else and I know happiness is attainable so screw the rest...  Time is kind of like the fountain at the mall.. A penny can be tossed in and a penny could be taken out but the water doesn't stop flowing .
I don't have enough life left to spend crying over someone who gives up..  I'm better off.

Your music ability is not impressive.

I swear everyone at Homestead thinks that they are extremely talented....
your not... so stop
Every day while walking from math to English I am forced to listen to girls trying to rap....
THE COLOR OF YOUR SKIN DOES NOT DETERMINE YOU MUSICAL CAPABILITIES. Then there are those stupid little rich kids that think they are hot stuff because mommy and daddy can buy the music stuff used to change the sound of their voice... fail...
When you go somewhere and actually hear talent...... you can't help but think.. wow you suck....

Genuine Friends

Congratulations you have 1,342 friends on Facebook!! How many are actual friends? Do you even know what a real friend is? Ask yourself what a real friend is.... would you still have 1,342 friends on Facebook? Doubt it..
Are you basing friends on quantity over quality or quality over quantity? Every now and then I mention the time in my life in which I was battling my life vs. myself. In all honesty the value of my life at the time.... meant very little to me. I stopped caring about others and ultimately.. myself...
During this time I continuously wore a figurative mask on my face to hide the things I did to myself and how I thought of myself.... While still dealing with personal problems, I took a week out of the summer to attend a church camp. At first I didn't really think I would feel better at the end of the week, but I kept praying I would.  One night I began to cry and a few people came over to talk to me... needless to say i'm not really the "crying-type" but with everything going on I felt as if I couldn't control it. People who were "friends" gave me strange looks and went inside... but.. a few people I didn't talk to as much came and really sat down with me... they sat for over an hour and listened to everything I had to say.... and there was a lot to be said.. 
I sat at a table as hot tears rolled down my face and my ex-boyfriend's best friend came and sat across from me... He listened and talked with me and within tears I could feel the mask being pulled from my face. Chris took the mask in which I hid behind and watched as I was exposed in all rawness. The things I tried so desperately to hide were revealed and ultimately.... accepted... 
I did not talk to him as much as others who were at the camp but he now knows me more than anyone i'm friends with. 
A few months later at his baptism ceremony I handed him a bracelet. This bracelet wasn't really something I thought would accessorize him well but... the bracelet was used to hide the scars on my wrist.  It's a symbol. I gave him it because I no longer needed it... without him who knows what my life would now look like. He is one of the most blessed kids I've encountered. 
That's a friend. 
someone who cares. someone to cry with. someone who accepts you. someone who is there even in the worst of times. 




SOMEONE WHO SEES YOU WHEN YOU FEEL INVISIBLE...


Do you really have 1,342 friends? 

So Quick to Hate

While browsing my facebook newsfeed i stumbled across this
and I quote: 


"Why is amy ***** so damn annoying. She looks like a giant white shit. Her ass is covered in dodo stains. She wants god to take off her penis. All her pictures look the same. She looks like an albino obese bat. She needs new friends. Her bra size a. She needs her pussy cleaned out. Someone buy me some clorox. The hoe has back fat, and has a specialty for chode cocks.
# put on blast!"


WOW BRO WHAT THE HECK?! Why would someone think this was ok to post? A boy should not talk to a girl like this. Nobody should post something on facebook for others to see.... that's just cruel. Don't worry I made sure he was aware that he is a tool. 


Don't post stuff like this.
1.) It's hurtful and bullying. 
2.) You don't always know what that person is already going through. For all you know she could have serious home issues or even self issues. It's not always easy to be comfortable in your own skin... especially with the way media often makes us feel as if we need to look a specific way. For all you know you could have just revealed her insecurities to everyone.  That is, without a doubt, emotionally abusive. 

IT'S EASY FOR YOU TO TALK LIKE THIS ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE WHILE YOU HIDE LIKE A COWARD BEHIND YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN. 

I CAN'T BE TAMED

Why do you think you can control me?
Why do you try to tell me what to do?
Do you even care what I think?
What I want?
I'm not some animal that you can capture and change. I won't domesticated. I won't EVER be tamed. 
I make mistakes but I assure you that I am perfectly capable of making choices for myself.
We have so many people telling us what to do....
......I say SCREW YOU.
not one specific person... but everyone who feels the need  to tell others how to live their lives...
If I feel the urge to have rules i'll go in search of my father. Thank you.

DOUCHE ON A DATE #3

The same guy mentioned in #2 was extra douchey so he gets 2(+) blogs about him.

This one is the date in which he ditched me for prom… nice guy…

 About three weeks prior to prom this particular douche,… lets call him 3 inch.. (strictly due to his confidentiality)…. was giving me a ride home. 3 inch always parked in the furhtest lot so we were walking with a group of his friends to the car. While surrounded by others he stops and looks at me.. conversation went as follows

and i quote 

3 inch- “So I changed my mind about prom… I found someone i’d rather go with. Don’t be offened but she is kinda thinner and prettier… Please don’t take it personally I just thought she would look better in a dress next to me.”

I was at a loss of words. Everyone around us laughed and commented on it. I was so angry and hurt I started crying. AND he wouldn’t give me a ride home…. We weren’t a couple and we weren’t talking like that but seriously, what a bash on my self esteem. I wasn’t hurt that 3 inch didn’t want to go with me anymore just hurt that he said that…. 

After that day I had a few aggressive interactions with 3 inch but needless to say.. we are NOT friends.  I was a little hurt until I found out that the new girl wasn’t skinnier or prettier by any means… just easier.

guys, do I really need to point out the douche part in this? If you want to go for another girl ok fine but don’t tell the other  girl that she wasn’t good enough. Call a girl fat and you won’t come out with the same fixed appearance. 

DOUCHE ON A DATE #2

My ambrosial boyfriend, Nick, asked me if I had ever laughed at a guys “manhood” and i’m proud to say the answer was yes… twice actually…

One time was because I was offered, in an extremely inapropriate way, the oppurtunity to give head. He offered me a ride home from school one day and stopped in a parkinglot. We were in a class together and were friends but by no means were we close, let alone intamate with one another. The conversation went a little like this…

me- “Why did you stop? I have to go home, I have practice soon.”

him- “um I just had an idea..”

me- “Um”

him- (pulls it out)

me- (unsuccessfully trying not to laugh) “ha ok seriously I need to go home.” 

WE WEREN’T TOGETHER YOU CAN’T JUST PULL IT OUT WHENEVER YOU WANT! What I don’t understand is where he gets the audacity to just pull his bite size mass out whenever he feels like. I am aware that laughing is slightly frowned upon but really? I’m talking tiny. 

It goes without saying that we did not talk as much after. For reasons you will probably read later we have come to strongly dislike each other. We are past words, every time we come into contact I just hold up my fingers with about 3 inches of space between them… referring to the inconsequential size of his “manhood” 

guys, don’t just pull it out whenever you want and assume we want in anywhere close to our faces. If we really want it… we know where it is. Don’t just assume we want to, and try a little self awareness…

over confidence in something immensely disappointing makes you look like a douche.

DOUCHE ON A DATE #1

Last night while on a date with my adorable boyfriend, Nick, we started discussing dates I have endured in my past…. I decided since I had a significant amount of stories i’d share most of them in a series called “Ways to look like a douche”

(actual date of mine about a year ago)

Waitress- “What would you like to eat?”

Me- “a hamburger”

Date- “ehh no, she’ll have a salad, less calories in that”

Waitress- (looks at me like ohhhhhh snap) “Um is that alright”

Me- “ummm no. I said I wanted a hamburger.”

—— If you are that kind of couple where the guy occasionally orders for the girl, fine whatever, but seriously…. bro don’t change her order and then follow it up with a comment on her calorie intake. You don’t know me like that. You don’t know how hungry I am or what I want.. When I order I wont ask you what I want to eat, i’ll ask my tummy thank you very much.

Guys, I promise this will make you sound like a raging douche bag. The girl may not be as bold as to say anything about it but she will mostly likely think “wow this guy is a douche” 

Please remove your head from your ass and come to the prominent realization that douchey behavior is NOT a turn on.

MEMORIES NEVER REMEMBERED.

Alcohol has veraciously influenced my life. I have grown up well aware of the effects alcohol can have on people. While still inexperienced i repeatedly told myself that i would never touch the addictive poison…. little did i know that i would in only a matter of years. 

While enduring a few dark months i experimented with multiple societal ”no-no’s”. While attending a party i picked up a cup to forget everything… then a second cup, and another, and another….. until i was fumbling around. Everyone was laughing so I “cut loose” and kept drinking. I did things that night that i would not usually do. I do not remember that night well. It was a colossal slur of a night, before i knew it i was passed out on a friend and puking. Puking was the one thing i remembered from that night without assistance from other party goers. The burning of my throat and the curling of my stomach was the one thing the alcohol could not hinder. thankfully, my friends took plenty of pictures of my night…..

The next morning i woke up in my bed with little memory of how i got there.. my best friend was on my right, the trash can on my left. I could not move, i did not want to move. Throughout the day people told me of my previous actions accompanied by a bundle of pictures…. one picture in particular made me want to throw up…. not due to the ridiculous hangover i now attained… but due to the person in the picture… when i looked at the picture i no longer saw me…. i saw someone else… someone i never wanted to become… the reason alone i did not originally want to drink.

it goes without saying that after that night…. i was a lot more hesitant around alcohol. my friends still drink and i am ok with that… but i don’t. not because i think im “better” but because that’s not me.  

Now that i have been without a drink in a few months i feel like an outsider when everyone tells me about how “smashed” they got at that big party last night. i ask how their weekends went and they always say “broooooo it was legit” and when asked what happened they always say “hahahaha idkkkk”

why is that cool? can i get one true reason why? i don’t judge anyone that does drink because that is their choice and i have no room to judge anyone. i love my friends, without them i have no idea where i would be.. without them i wouldn’t have been able to get home that night. One of my close guy friends let me cling on to him the entire walk home that night. their choices are completely their own. why is it that we make a huge deal out of it? is it impossible to have fun without alcohol? 

PRIVATE EYES

You think I’m heartless. You think I’m made of stone. You think I lack feelings and emotions. You’re wrong. You see me every day but you don’t know me at all. You look at me but you never really see me, do you? You cant see Everythin I am and Everythin I could potentially be. You can not hear my cries behind my private eyes. I build up an emotional barricade in hopes to keep pain out. If nobody can get in how can I be hurt? But, if nobody can get in how do I get out? I build it up and build it up but every wall eventually falls. When it does I am left to pick up the pieces. I hold a face of stone but own a vulnerable heart. You can see me but you won’t try to get in. Maybe this time I’d let you in. Will you tear my wall down and leave like the others or stay to protect my exposed heart?

GUILT VS HAPPINESS

It seems as if i can’t let myself be completely happy. I recently began a relationship with someone and although i am happy, i still feel a tinge of guilt. 

He is a sweet guy and i am honestly thrilled to have someone like him but his ex-girlfriend and i used to be friends. We were close in middle school but, as we grew older the space between us expanded. There was no tragic incident or dramatic downfall of our friendship we just started spending time with different people. She is a good person and i couldn’t honestly say anything bad about her because she has done nothing wrong. 

When he asked me to be his girlfriend i could not find the strength in me to stop smiling… until I remembered her. 

There is no clique battle between her and i, there is no battle. 

She made it clear that she disproved of our relationship and I understand where she is coming from. Everyone keeps telling me how much she hates me and wants to “kick my ass.” Rather than getting angry and accepting the challenge as easily assumed due to past disputes, i’m not angry at all. 

We have all been in her shoes, regardless of gender we have all felt like that, to a degree. 

Seeing your ex with someone else is never a pleasant sight, especially not at first. I get why she is pissed. Every time i see her i feel a metaphoric slap of guilt.  I’ve been hurt before and its a terrible feeling, i dont want to contribute to anyone else feeling hurt.. People call me a bitch on a regular basis, but in all honesty i don’t mean to hurt others… usually. I wouldn’t want someone to be hurt but i am very happy with him.

i dont want any drama between us, i dont want any war of worlds because the person i am dating. If she hates me, as hard as it may be, i might have to turn a blind eye to it. Not due to a lack of compassion, but to the happiness i have gained. 

I see her and feel bad, but a few minutes later i’m holding his hand and I feel better than i have in months. The joy I gain while with him is something i wouldn’t easily give up. And why should I? Yes, you can say “always put friends first” but we weren’t as close anymore. Does said rule still apply after years of excommunication? 

I feel bad but in this battle of guilt vs happiness… happiness wins. i feel compassion for her and understanding but i’m not giving him up. Call me a whore, call me a bitch, call me selfish, and anything else that comes to mind but this is how it is. 

I didn’t mean to hurt anyone but i’m happy with him…. I am not begrudging on this particular incident or to this particular person. Nor do i wish for any further hostility. 

is it bad to be happy even if it makes someone else hurt?

WHEN THE HELL WAS THAT IN STYLE???

Some of the “fashion” statements I have been exposed to are sickening. Let’s take a moment to get caught up to date…

Wearing the same outfit as three other people at school does not mean you are fashionably inclined…. it means your creativity is broken. Try something a little more cutting-edge. Being you is not really what i would consider inapt. Wearing the same thing as everyone else shows zero idiosyncrasy from the rest of the world. DONT BE A CLONE. 

KNOW WHAT YOU CAN ROCK. Don’t be afraid to reach out and wear something “strange”. hell if you can rock the overalls…. do it. if people stare…. LET THEM ITS OK!!! im not saying go freaking nuts, im saying if you like it and like how you look… flaunt it flaunt it flaunt it.

I WILL TRUST YOU

When the fire’s cool.

And the ice boils.

When time stops.

And space ends.

When life ends.

And death starts.

When God cries.

And Lucifer prays.

When slaves stand.

And their owners kneel.

When I breathe.

And you suffocate.

With the fumes of your own burning lies.

When your face deforms from hell’s fire.

When doom falls upon your fake smile.

When Satan asks for forgiveness.

YOUR CHILD IS NOT SPECIAL

Every parent thinks that their little monster is special, that they are smart, artistic, athletic, and elite. I’m sorry but your child probably wont be the one to create world peace. They probably wont be the next Pablo Picasso. They probably wont become the world’s most accomplished multi-athlete. They could, but they are more likely to be “average”. 

I have the privilege to be a Sunday school teacher for 4-5 year old classes. One child in my 5 year old class last week was put into the corner. My sister and I punished him with a trip to the corner after saying “Penis” multiple times. Do I care that he said penis? No, not particularly but we thought it would be the best thing to do. (Plus we really dont like him). Do I think this kid is a genius because he knows his anatomy in prior years?? Hell no! I think he hears it and repeats it because that is common in five year old children. 

When his father came to pick him up, he seemed upset that his perfect little blessing to the world was stuck in the corner. This week he did not show up. That is because no parent wants to hear that their kid isn’t perfect. Instead of being mad with the child, or at least fixing the “problem”, they get mad at the teacher/other person for not adoring their kid. 

NO PERSON IS PERFECT, INCLUDING YOUR STICKY SLOBBERY KID. PLEASE STOP PRETENDING LIKE THEY ARE FLAWLESS BECAUSE YOUR ONLY SETTING THEM UP FOR FAILURE. THIS IS HOW THE COMMON DOUCHE BAG IS CREATED. 

I’M OVERWEIGHT? HOW DID THIS ARISE?

I have become extremely displeased with the number of people complaining about their appearance, when it’s entirely their actions causing it. I understand that some people are overweight do to a variety of medical problems…. i’m not referring to them. I’m referring to the people complaining passionately about their blubber while holding a big mac.  if you hate the way you look either:

stop looking in the mirror and stop complaining about it 

or

buy some special k and invest in a treadmill.

believe it or not you will not magically wake up and see your toes one day…. if you want to loose the ass… make an effort! its not going away by its self.

you could try a magic pill or “Jenny Craig” eating plan but keep in mind the weight you lose with come back as soon as you stop eating that, or poppin that.

sure the diets can make you lose weight but as soon as you inhale that twinkie you have been deperately starring at, your stomach will increase.

Dont worry so much about how everyone else sees you. if you look in the mirror and dislike what you see, instead of complaining, FIX IT!!

if you look in the mirror and can honestly say “This is me, and im ok with it” then go ahead and give everyone the finger that disagrees. If you dont accept your appearance how can anyone else?? 

WELCOME TO THE INTERNET, WANNA SEE MY PENIS?

The Oxford University graduate known as Tim Berners-Lee (the creator of the World Wide Web) would be astonished if he knew then the becoming of the “www.com”. There is an overwhelming abundance of websites in which you can show, send, and  receive penis, penis, penis…. as if that is the only thing we can find to depict as entertainment. Why do people have the urge to show their penis at every opportunity they come across? I have never met you before so no i have no interest in seeing the diminutive mass you call your penis. Your confidence level is sickening as you hid behind your computer screen… if you dont have the balls to wipe it out in person… why do it over the computer?

THIS IS NOT AN EPISODE OF SMALL PENIS BIG WORLD, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF

“LET’S JUST BE FRIENDS”…. LETS GET REAL.

Every time someone says the feeble-minded cliche “lets just be friends” i have the strong urge to scream in response, “are you on crack cocaine?” Since when in the history of time has that actually turned out as planned?? keep in mind the few exceptions such as:

dating in middle school or prior.

dating for a week or less

and/or 

actual abuse of crack cocaine, in which case, said memory ceases to exist

If you date someone for months/years and part of their breakup speech consists of “lets just be friends” or any other variation… don’t hold your breath because it most likely wont happen…. actually for some people, please consider holding your breath…… And do you actually think that they want to be friends with you?? no!! not really, but it sounds much better than the truth which usually reads as…

“im dumping your ass and i plan on hating you after, even though i am well aware that i am the one that actually chose to break up. every time i see you i plan to either look the other way, or glare. Here pretty soon (assuming it hasnt already happend) i will start hooking up with your best friend. things probably wont turn out well with her due to some hint of conscience she possesses, in which case… ill return to you. and since your slightly dense i assume youll take me back.”

Nobody says that because usually that results in physical or mental trauma on one or both sides. a cliche seems much more socially acceptable right?? since social acceptance is the goal of most people nowadays. i hate hearing cliches but i particularly loathe that one because it is abounding with bullshit. not once has it proved true so why then is it still part of the break up eulogy? its irritating really… 

next time i make an attempt to leave someone,(assuming there is one of course) i think ill just be honest and say….”i dont like you, go away” 

lets try some honesty

TRYING TO DECIDE THE REMAINDER OF MY EXISTENCE

Once every week i am forced to attend a sample of hell at school, most commonly referred to as “advisory”. A place where you feel expected to know every step belonging to the rest of your life. Its nice to have someone explain what it takes to get to college and what kinds of colleges you should consider but i’m 16 years old. I understand the college process but i have yet to adjudicate what career i want. the first week of school my hell dictator asked me what id like to do with the rest of my life and decided since i was unsure, every week id continuously give him a different answer. the first week i wanted to be a prostitute. the second week i continued to tell him i would be a drug dealer. the third week i was a little more serious with my response because i actually took it into consideration. i said i wanted to blow stuff up….. which is actually a well paid job. He said that my answer was inapplicable and i said “why?? its not like i said drug dealing or prostitution!”  he was unimpressed. this week he asked again and i said 

(sarcastically)

” i have decided instead of going to college and doing something important with the education ive attained over the past 11 years, id just be a trophy wife/ bimbo gold digger. id marry rich and live in a fancy subdivision and sit in the driveway all day and gossip with the other bimbo trophy wives. then when my meterocre family comes home, id make them a meteocre dinner. then spend all of the money my husband made that day on something like makeup or shoes. then evenutally he will get sick of me and divorce my dependent being and ill be “depressed” for a while, then remarry. rich of course. this pattern will repeat until i grow old and faint. then i shall become a cougar and prey on the young rich guys. this of course wont happen without the mandatory face/boob lift first…. then i will die, wearing some kind of tacky print outfit.”

lets just say….. he was speachless

TO THE SELF ESTEEM LACKING CLONES WE CALL “POPULAR”

Are you serious? We call you popular but why? What makes you so exclusive? Every morning I see the “popular” girls and throughout time have come to the conculsion that they are all the same. Hair so obnoxiously straight that it looks like they spent forever on it, American eagle/ hollister clothes, boobs and butts oozing out of clothing, and a massive amount of makeup on their faces. Please tell me, is looking exactly like everyone else a positive thing? Screw individuality, it’s all about what everyone else approves of. I have decided that these so-called “popular” girls will no longer be called that. Instead I will continuously refer to them as clones. Because they lack anything separating them from everyone else. social conditioning is something we all experience, but we ultimately have to decide how far we let society push us. In a way I pity them…. To an almost but not quite imperceptible amount. I pity them because they are incable of standing out and doing whatever the hell they want without worry of the opinions of their “friends”. Grow some fucking self confidence. They seem confident but they really aren’t. They put on a False panoply to hide how they really think and feel so they can maintain their popularity. Popularity is not a contest to see who the biggest bitch/bimbo is, it means to be well liked…. Which you honestly aren’t. We took a vote sorry you suck. It doesnt matter how much money you have or how perfect your porciline being looks if inside your just a pathetic conformist bitch. GO AHEAD AND EAT YOUR MAKEUP…. MAYBE YOUR INSIDES WILL BE PRETTY TOO.

THE RAPID RAMIFICATION OF YOUR PROMISCUITY

How is it that everyone finds your indiscrimination attractive?? I personally find you repugnant. Being “easy” is not really what I would call a becoming quality in a young lady. If I were male I would personally stay away from your trampstamped backside. A trampstamp is much like an std caution tape or a biohazzard warning sign. You are an attractive person but unfortunately that is overcome by your inability to carry yourself as a respectable person. There are ways to be both beautiful and appropriate. I'm very displeased with the large sum of girls walking around as if they don't own a brain.  PLEASE TAKE YOUR STRIPPER SHOES OFF, PUT THE GLITTER DOWN, LEARN HOW TO READ A BOOK, AND KEEP YOUR STD’S TO YOURSELF.

A Message to the Fragile

Dear victimistic female peer,
When a person is convulsed, please I beg you, don't just conclude that that anger is directed at your fragile existence. If you are the reason for my current state of acrimony I will reward you with a definite conformation. Otherwise please... remove your head from your rectum long enough to come to the prominent realization that the world does not revolve around you.