I'm not kidding.
It's better now then it was before but it's still there which peeves me more than when Bailey cuddles up to me and I end up with her but in my face. At first I thought it was me breaking out cause- well I'm gonna be straight up and honest cause it's my blog and I don't have to be face to face with you so it's easier for me to be honest. Anyway I figured I was just breaking out because of my period, but here's the thing- I'd already had my period and had been off it for a couple of days. Usually what happens for me is I break out some and have cramps a week before I actually get it. And when I say cramps I mean the kinda cramps that suck so much lemons that you wanna dig yourself a hole and die in it, yeah those kinda cramps.
Great now that we've finished discussing my cycle, let's move on shall we?
Okay so as I was saying, I thought they were zits but they're not, they're mosquito bites. I don't what it is with mosquitoes and my blood, but its like it sings for them and as soon as I step even one foot outside they smell me and charge full steam ahead at me, I wish they'd piss off. So now I'm stuck with the reminders that some stupid mosquitoes got away with some of my blood, my precious blood! What if I was attacked?! And the blood they took away from me was enough to make the small difference and save my life! Now being rational I know that the blood they took doesn't matter, but I'm just wanting some sympathy right now cause this sucks.
In case you're wondering- NO I will not be putting a picture of my forehead on here cause as soon as these go away I would not like to come on here and have to see it again. Thanks but no thanks.
P.S. Man what I wouldn't give for a donut right now.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Don't text me if you don't know how to answer in a nice timely fashion.
I'm serious don't do it.
That is one of the things that peeves me the most is when you're texting someone and they don't answer you back. OR take FOREVER to answer you.
I think it's worse when the individual whom you are texting texts you first, okay? Texts you first, and then just decides not to answer! Like seriously? If you had no intention on carrying out this conversation to a decent end, why bother to even start it? Loser.
I on the other hand, will answer you nice a timely and I will reply with more than one letter.
Oop, there's another one! I know it's texting and proper English isn't needed, but if I take the time out of my life to text you something lengthy cause you wanna know the whole story, and you can't wait til we can talk on the phone later. Then answer me with more than a "K." or "Lolz" or any other annoying short answer. And then that person can get a little annoyed that I didn't text them back, well...To bad. I take a one letter answer or something like 'lolz' as a 'goodbye I'm done putting effort in this.' So I will not answer you. Then you get mad and you're like "why didn't you text me back?!" when we're on the phone later. WHAT am I supposed to reply to that?!?
I hate having to feel like I'm the one who has to put all the effort into keeping this conversation on a nice smooth roll, you can carry some of this to you know.
Two last things I'll talk about are: When you're texting someone and it's good you're both being decent and answering back nice and timely, then all of a sudden they stop, out of nowhere. And they don't text you back at all until like that night or something. Let me tell you, you better have good reason for blowing me off like that, and I'm not talking something like: "My phone died." Nope won't accept that, cause it's called get your charger and plug it in, or if you're not home let me know your phone is going to die. Idiot. But if you do that I want an answer like: "'I'm sorry that I didn't text you back, but a dragon busted into my house and I had to go ninja on it. But the whole time I was dying to answer you text." I can accept that.
One last thing: You're texting someone and then they abruptly stop, and answer you back like 40 million hours ago about what you were talking about earlier. NO! That conversation is dead and gone don't try to bring that back up in here.
This makes me sound like a clingy psychotic human being... Yay!
That is one of the things that peeves me the most is when you're texting someone and they don't answer you back. OR take FOREVER to answer you.
I think it's worse when the individual whom you are texting texts you first, okay? Texts you first, and then just decides not to answer! Like seriously? If you had no intention on carrying out this conversation to a decent end, why bother to even start it? Loser.
I on the other hand, will answer you nice a timely and I will reply with more than one letter.
Oop, there's another one! I know it's texting and proper English isn't needed, but if I take the time out of my life to text you something lengthy cause you wanna know the whole story, and you can't wait til we can talk on the phone later. Then answer me with more than a "K." or "Lolz" or any other annoying short answer. And then that person can get a little annoyed that I didn't text them back, well...To bad. I take a one letter answer or something like 'lolz' as a 'goodbye I'm done putting effort in this.' So I will not answer you. Then you get mad and you're like "why didn't you text me back?!" when we're on the phone later. WHAT am I supposed to reply to that?!?
I hate having to feel like I'm the one who has to put all the effort into keeping this conversation on a nice smooth roll, you can carry some of this to you know.
Two last things I'll talk about are: When you're texting someone and it's good you're both being decent and answering back nice and timely, then all of a sudden they stop, out of nowhere. And they don't text you back at all until like that night or something. Let me tell you, you better have good reason for blowing me off like that, and I'm not talking something like: "My phone died." Nope won't accept that, cause it's called get your charger and plug it in, or if you're not home let me know your phone is going to die. Idiot. But if you do that I want an answer like: "'I'm sorry that I didn't text you back, but a dragon busted into my house and I had to go ninja on it. But the whole time I was dying to answer you text." I can accept that.
One last thing: You're texting someone and then they abruptly stop, and answer you back like 40 million hours ago about what you were talking about earlier. NO! That conversation is dead and gone don't try to bring that back up in here.
This makes me sound like a clingy psychotic human being... Yay!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Do you really think it makes a big difference?
Osama Bin Laden is dead.
Yeah, it's true but honestly, think about this, and I mean really think about this:
How much relief to do you truly feel knowing this?
Yeah, for sure there's relief to be felt about this, but not a lot of it. I think people are taking this and running with it way to far. It's a small win for the U.S.A which is something to be proud of (I'm waving my American flag), but I still don't think people should be taking this as far as they are.
But that's just my opinion.
Some may say "now that he's dead there's no need to even have any of the slightest fear of going into an airport." Here's what I think on that:
Wrong.
He's dead yes, but he's only ONE person! Do you know how many followers he has? That are probably pissed off their friggin' rockers about this, so I personally feel very unsafe right now and nervous. Try and see things through my point of view:
He knew that he was going to die sooner or later, It could have been from us like it happened to play out, it could have been an illness, it could have been from old age. Hell it could have been an elephant fell out of the sky and landed on his head! However it happened he knew that he was going to die, so he probably has had someone who knew his plans who he's taught what to do and how to take over when he dies for quite some time now. He has many followers, not to mention he has sons that could pick up where he left off.
Do you see what I'm getting at here? We're on red alert here. I'm holding my breath waiting to see if they're going to do something, and I'm not saying it's gonna happen tomorrow or the next day, it could happen in years time. But that won't change anything, it would still happen and we'd come round in a full circle and be right where we left off with Osama. Waiting for what this new person is going to do, trying to track them down. I don't think anythings changed at all. The only thing that's changed is that Hell has a new resident, set up in his own private room of eternal darkness.
May he rot in the deepest pit of Hell.
Yeah, it's true but honestly, think about this, and I mean really think about this:
How much relief to do you truly feel knowing this?
Yeah, for sure there's relief to be felt about this, but not a lot of it. I think people are taking this and running with it way to far. It's a small win for the U.S.A which is something to be proud of (I'm waving my American flag), but I still don't think people should be taking this as far as they are.
But that's just my opinion.
Some may say "now that he's dead there's no need to even have any of the slightest fear of going into an airport." Here's what I think on that:
Wrong.
He's dead yes, but he's only ONE person! Do you know how many followers he has? That are probably pissed off their friggin' rockers about this, so I personally feel very unsafe right now and nervous. Try and see things through my point of view:
He knew that he was going to die sooner or later, It could have been from us like it happened to play out, it could have been an illness, it could have been from old age. Hell it could have been an elephant fell out of the sky and landed on his head! However it happened he knew that he was going to die, so he probably has had someone who knew his plans who he's taught what to do and how to take over when he dies for quite some time now. He has many followers, not to mention he has sons that could pick up where he left off.
Do you see what I'm getting at here? We're on red alert here. I'm holding my breath waiting to see if they're going to do something, and I'm not saying it's gonna happen tomorrow or the next day, it could happen in years time. But that won't change anything, it would still happen and we'd come round in a full circle and be right where we left off with Osama. Waiting for what this new person is going to do, trying to track them down. I don't think anythings changed at all. The only thing that's changed is that Hell has a new resident, set up in his own private room of eternal darkness.
May he rot in the deepest pit of Hell.
My Place
I wish there was someplace I could go, to get away from everything and everyone.
This wouldn't be a place like the mall, park, store, no not anyplace like that. This place would be special and unique.
It would be my place.
I want this place to be a big huge field, with really tall dark wavy grass, so tall in fact that you wouldn't be able to see me even when I'm standing up. There would be a path in the sea of grass that would lead me to a dark forest that had trees as tall as buildings and huge leaves that kept any light from coming in and ruining my place. Everywhere in my place is dark and cloudy, cause I like it when it's cloudy. I'm not a huge fan of the sun. I would walk through the forest seeing everything, smelling all the smells you can only find in a forest. Finally I would reach a break in the forest and I would step out onto the sand of a beach.
Not the kind of beach you're probably thinking of, where people go and swimming and try to get a tan. No, this beach, my beach, is the exact opposite. This is the kinda beach that no one wants to go to, some people even may be scared of my beach for it's dark and sparse of any kind of life except for me, and the waves that it frightens them. But to me, this place is beautiful and perfect. The sand is so white I don't even wanna walk on it for I worry it might shatter the harmony of this place. I don't need to worry though, cause this is my place, it came for me and so it adapts to me. As I walk along the shoreline, not close enough to get my feet wet, but close enough to feel the whisper of the wave, I'll find a dock. Not an ordinary dock, this dock will be hundreds maybe even thousands of miles long, so that it can take me far away from the shore, far away from everything. I'll walk the miles of the dock, and with every step I take the dock behind me slowly begins to disappear, so no one can bother me, no one can follow me. This dock understands, it doesn't need me to talk.
I would walk to the very end of this dock, and by now all that's left of it is the big square piece I'm standing on. I'd sit down and dangle my legs and feet over the edge. The water is black, it's so calm out here, the only thing moving is the blue mist. I put my feet on top of the water and it almost seems like if I stood up, I could walk on it. There are no clouds up in the sky, just a pretty gray top, sealing earth away from space. It's so calm and peaceful here that I could stay here like this forever.
This place is beautiful, this place is calm, this place is secret.
This is my place.
This wouldn't be a place like the mall, park, store, no not anyplace like that. This place would be special and unique.
It would be my place.
I want this place to be a big huge field, with really tall dark wavy grass, so tall in fact that you wouldn't be able to see me even when I'm standing up. There would be a path in the sea of grass that would lead me to a dark forest that had trees as tall as buildings and huge leaves that kept any light from coming in and ruining my place. Everywhere in my place is dark and cloudy, cause I like it when it's cloudy. I'm not a huge fan of the sun. I would walk through the forest seeing everything, smelling all the smells you can only find in a forest. Finally I would reach a break in the forest and I would step out onto the sand of a beach.
Not the kind of beach you're probably thinking of, where people go and swimming and try to get a tan. No, this beach, my beach, is the exact opposite. This is the kinda beach that no one wants to go to, some people even may be scared of my beach for it's dark and sparse of any kind of life except for me, and the waves that it frightens them. But to me, this place is beautiful and perfect. The sand is so white I don't even wanna walk on it for I worry it might shatter the harmony of this place. I don't need to worry though, cause this is my place, it came for me and so it adapts to me. As I walk along the shoreline, not close enough to get my feet wet, but close enough to feel the whisper of the wave, I'll find a dock. Not an ordinary dock, this dock will be hundreds maybe even thousands of miles long, so that it can take me far away from the shore, far away from everything. I'll walk the miles of the dock, and with every step I take the dock behind me slowly begins to disappear, so no one can bother me, no one can follow me. This dock understands, it doesn't need me to talk.
I would walk to the very end of this dock, and by now all that's left of it is the big square piece I'm standing on. I'd sit down and dangle my legs and feet over the edge. The water is black, it's so calm out here, the only thing moving is the blue mist. I put my feet on top of the water and it almost seems like if I stood up, I could walk on it. There are no clouds up in the sky, just a pretty gray top, sealing earth away from space. It's so calm and peaceful here that I could stay here like this forever.
This place is beautiful, this place is calm, this place is secret.
This is my place.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Lighting, Thunder, & Rain
I love the rain.
I love to listen to the sounds it makes. The ticking of it softly knocking on your window, or your roof. It's almost like an invitation
We had a lot of rain, and when I say a lot I mean you could have gone swimming in the puddles that became rivers, and that almost became an ocean. I was about ready to start building an arc and go to the zoo to steal some animals. But as long as I could still see the grass I held off on that, then Big Guns Upstairs relaxed and it stopped for a little while. Please understand when I say that it only stopped for a little while. It started up again and it was a lot more than before. I kinda enjoyed it.
I love seeing that huge flash of white and the excitement that comes after, waiting for the huge BOOM that comes next.
But unfortunately, even though I was enjoying the show.
Bailey most certainly wasn't.
The poor thing almost had a heartattack! It was kinda funny a little bit, (I know I'm a bad mom) watching her run around like she was trying to outrun the flashes of lighting. I got my karma for thinking it was funny, I was holding her and carrying her into my room with me when this HUGE BOOM of thunder blasted out of no where. Well she jumped and tore up my arm in the process, I guess it was fair though. Now she can laugh at me.
One of the things I was NOT happy about, was when it HAILED!!! Why?! Why couldn't have been a simple Thunder and rain storm? Not a flipping hail storm! That kinda ruined the whole thing.
But overall I did enjoy watching and listening to the lighting thunder, and rain. Rain is one of my favorite kinds of music.
I took some pics when it was coming down really hard ↓:
I love to listen to the sounds it makes. The ticking of it softly knocking on your window, or your roof. It's almost like an invitation
We had a lot of rain, and when I say a lot I mean you could have gone swimming in the puddles that became rivers, and that almost became an ocean. I was about ready to start building an arc and go to the zoo to steal some animals. But as long as I could still see the grass I held off on that, then Big Guns Upstairs relaxed and it stopped for a little while. Please understand when I say that it only stopped for a little while. It started up again and it was a lot more than before. I kinda enjoyed it.
I love seeing that huge flash of white and the excitement that comes after, waiting for the huge BOOM that comes next.
But unfortunately, even though I was enjoying the show.
Bailey most certainly wasn't.
The poor thing almost had a heartattack! It was kinda funny a little bit, (I know I'm a bad mom) watching her run around like she was trying to outrun the flashes of lighting. I got my karma for thinking it was funny, I was holding her and carrying her into my room with me when this HUGE BOOM of thunder blasted out of no where. Well she jumped and tore up my arm in the process, I guess it was fair though. Now she can laugh at me.
One of the things I was NOT happy about, was when it HAILED!!! Why?! Why couldn't have been a simple Thunder and rain storm? Not a flipping hail storm! That kinda ruined the whole thing.
But overall I did enjoy watching and listening to the lighting thunder, and rain. Rain is one of my favorite kinds of music.
I took some pics when it was coming down really hard ↓:
Monday, April 18, 2011
Q & A
Q: On my 16th birthday, how would I feel about being to have surgery to become pretty?
A: I would be like hell no. I don't think I'm the most ugly person in the world, and I don't feel like I look like troll that should be living under a rock somewhere where the population of people is a cold 0. I do not like the thought of being like everybody else, I do not want to be a barbie doll. I want to be me, and I sure as hell don't want people cutting me open ripping my skin away grinding my bones and muscles to be perfect or whatever. I'm sorry But that does not sound like fun.
Q: What would I do if Hana asked me not to have the surgery?
A: Ummm duh? I would be like "cool man lets blow this joint and go get some food from Phat Burger and a donut." And we would go about our merry way.
I mean seriously people take this fantasy of being perfect WAY to seriously like come on people, give yourself a good ass dose of SELF ESTEEM!!! Get over this little fantasy o being perfect cause you never will be cause no one ever was, and no one will ever be perfect. I'd like to think of myself as 'Perfectly Imperfect' sure I have somethings I'd like to change about myself but I wouldn't wanna be anybody else but me cause I also have things that I really like about myself too. I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me.
A: I would be like hell no. I don't think I'm the most ugly person in the world, and I don't feel like I look like troll that should be living under a rock somewhere where the population of people is a cold 0. I do not like the thought of being like everybody else, I do not want to be a barbie doll. I want to be me, and I sure as hell don't want people cutting me open ripping my skin away grinding my bones and muscles to be perfect or whatever. I'm sorry But that does not sound like fun.
Q: What would I do if Hana asked me not to have the surgery?
A: Ummm duh? I would be like "cool man lets blow this joint and go get some food from Phat Burger and a donut." And we would go about our merry way.
I mean seriously people take this fantasy of being perfect WAY to seriously like come on people, give yourself a good ass dose of SELF ESTEEM!!! Get over this little fantasy o being perfect cause you never will be cause no one ever was, and no one will ever be perfect. I'd like to think of myself as 'Perfectly Imperfect' sure I have somethings I'd like to change about myself but I wouldn't wanna be anybody else but me cause I also have things that I really like about myself too. I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Library Card
Haha, yes! I finally got one and I'm excited about it! I love having a library card again it's so cool the way things work now, I already got a couple things. I got four movies: Death at a Funeral, Scary Movie 4, Paranormal Actvity 2, and Resident Evil Afterlife. I got some books too don't worry I got: Beastly by: Alex Finn, Uglies by: Scott Westerfeld, and Wintergirls by: Laurie Halse Anderson. So I'll be pretty busy with all that, I seriously swear that I'm a kid in a candy store when it comes to books. There's this scanner thing for the cards to look for movies and games and stuff and you scan your card to get your movies out and to check out your books. I could not get the stupid thing to scan my card! Then Michele came over and did no problem, twice... So I was like well great I feel brilliant, Albert Eeinstein is in the building, not. Anyway after like 5 minutes of standing there trying to get this thing to like me and scan my card, I did it! Booyah I'm awesome. I'm gonna be here a lot more with Hana cause now we both have a card and maybe I can rub off on her and get her to read a little bit more. It'll be hard work but nothing is impossibe. I'm gonna go and read my books, watch my movies, and listen to my music...and do my homework. Peace!
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