i can’t turn this around, i keep running into walls
You know what?
I think I'm a genius. I keep picking out crazy books. My keen eye for books has been too eager, leading me to make mistakes I shouldn't have made. But then again, that's where you learn from. The bloody mistakes you wish you could take back after you realize how stupid you've been.
Sigh. I've just read one of the most complicated books ever to be written. It's by Ann Brashares and it's called The Last Summer of you and me. And it's just nuts. I'm having a headache after reading it and I'm not even half way through. This shows how much brain power I've used to understand what's going on. Or not. It's probably just the bad lighting in my room. The lighting that my family has been worrying about for my sake.
Example 1:
Dad comes into the room and looks at me, reading. He stands there for a moment, hand on his hip then goes: Are you trying to spoil your eyes? or Is this light bright enough? Do you want me to bring in the reading lamp?
No, thanks Dad.
Example 2:
Then, aunt sits down on the bed and looks down at me for a while. She goes, Why don't you angle yourself this way so that your shadow isn't blocking the words? It's not bright enough in here.
So yeah. That light is probably giving this headache. Bleh! :/
Anyways, I was talking about the book. Yeah. It's complicated. It has too much tiny, microscopic detail of everything about everything. You know what I mean? First it's in the past then it's in the future then it's about the past again. There's too much history, too much detailed emotion, too much craziness about coming home and going away. There isn't much of a story like that anyway. Should've known but I was blinded by... my greed to devour good books.
And I never did like The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants because I found it kind of stupid but I know a lot of people love it. It's... twisted and written by the same author. Maybe I don't know how to appreciate it. Maybe I don't think like those people who reviewed it as amazing, unputdownable, deep, funny?, a good book to read during summer. Maybe I'm just too childish for 'mature' books. I don't know.
So... any fans of Ann Brashares here? I'd gladly sell this book off to you. Brand new and looks new. Um, oh great, there's a movie coming out for it too. Um, exclude me? Thanks.
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Why you wanna tell me how to live my life?
Can you stop controlling people's lives, for the love of God? Can you just stop and look at your own pathetic life and the people you have pushed away? Can you just look at yourself? Buy a mirror and look at your own reflection. Who are you? Are you happy? Sure, God dammit, you might be over the moon now but when you're old and there are no more stupid people to lick your boots or cling onto, you're going to be wishing you'd rather been unhappy then than be unhappy now.
Everyone started out loving you. Yes, blind ass, loving you. Because they thought you were their friend, their other half, their father, their uncle, their nephew and for crying out loud, their hero. Then everyone started to hate you. Because you're pathetic and the best thing you do is make people's life miserable. You don't give a damn about your family, extended or not. You're bad at judging people and you have no right to tell people how to judge others. You believe the words that liars, backstabbers and lunatics tell you. But you don't believe your family.
Well, that just shows what kind of person you are. You push away all the people who want to care for you and you don't even care. You don't believe what they have to say. You'd rather trust outsiders than your own family. Who even does that? When your family speaks, you tell them they're too critical and rude and selfish and irrational and scold them for that. In reality, they speak the truth that they feel should be said. And then when outsiders bullshit to you, you drink it all in.
You like to jeer and criticize and embarrass your family in public. You like to point out their weaknesses in public. You like to scold them in public. To you, everyone who is not your family is perfect. Don't you know that you're embarrassing yourself??? You stoop so low to humiliate them just to let people see how disappointing your family is but in the end, the people will go home and talk about you. And why you're so damned retarded to do all that.
And the best part is: your family puts up with you.
You're a big fat pathetic mess and you'll never learn to appreciate those who have loved you and cared for you until it's too late. No one's going to be there to say I TOLD YOU SO.
I'm saying this from the outside view.
The name-calling has got to stop. Once gone, forever gone. Said it once, said it twice, don't make me pull the trigger.
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tryna erase you from my mind
If you've been reading our Tweets, I said: We often give advice without listening to ourselves.
I actually noticed how true that was one day and I've started thinking before giving advice. Most of the time. I have to listen to myself first if not, how am I going to advise people? Hypocrite would be a meaner word, actually but I'm not using it. For example, we tell them, "You expect an old man to change his ways? He won't." And there we are, expecting change we'll never see.
And by the way, have you noticed that you get hungrier when you're eating unhappily??? I don't know. I think it's true. My new philosophy which I should be given credit to. It's like when I'm at home, I get hungry a few hours after dinner. When I'm on vacation, I'm okay even waaaay after an early dinner. I can stay up till past midnight and not have to look around for a snack. When I come back from holiday, I get hungry again. What do you say? Is it psychological because I swear I've never thought about it till today.
We all have to find our release point. We have to know what helps us feel better. Some people cry all day then they get okay after that. Some people scribble everything into their diaries. Some people scream it all out at no one. Then there's me. I don't know if anybody does this but I write my sad and frustrated and angry parts into my stories. I make put my characters in my shoes. It might not be exactly the way I feel or the way it happened but the gist is there and that's enough for me. I can write a whole lot of bullshit but when I come to the emotional part, you know it's me, writing from my burdened soul. (Man, I sound like some emo poet.)
There's no point in pretending something that made us sad or angry didn't happen. It'll only make us nuts. No, seriously, can we all stop acting like nothing happened then later give an outburst and everything pours out? Yeah, that sucks and I honestly don't know why I would give a shit about that.
When I get my first decent paycheck, I'm going to keep half of it to send some people off to stress therapy. They need it. Most of us who live in the city need it. Please don't drive yourself up the walls. No one can help you if you do. No one can help you even if they want to.
And lastly, I can't take everyone's burden and also I'm not the type to walk away from someone when they're venting out anger, frustration, misery, whatever the F they vent. I will listen and I would love to lend an ear to you but sometimes when it gets to the point when my ears want to bleed, I feel like hurling myself at a wall. Where's that person who will take my burden when the world comes down??? *heaves a huge sigh which you will probably hear even from the furthest corner of the earth*
P.S: This is NOT about you. Will everyone just read it as advice? Thanks.
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By the way, has anyone read The Making of Mia?!?!?
It's the lousiest piece of crap I've ever read in my entire life. It's about some fat chick (I don't have anything against fat chicks and I'm not the slimmest piece of model) who gets a job at some magazine company and is constantly being ridiculed and humiliated then she gets fired. She decides to plot revenge against her ex-boss by - are you ready for it? get this straight - having a complete makeover. She goes under the laser to correct her boobs (WTF?), her nose (Hello, Lady Gaga!), her lips and whatever the hell it is she wants to correct. And she loses weight.
What the serious eff? I'm not being rude, I'm just stumped by how stupid a plot like that can help with anything except make you who you're not supposed to be. It's like having a new face!!! You're not you anymore! WTF is the point in being born as yourself then?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? Spaz! C and I decided that it's a lousy piece of sh-t book and I'm going to sell it to anyone who wants to read it.
I'm sorry if you like it. I don't.
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merrychristmasmerrychristmasmerrychristmasmerrychristmasmerrychristmas!
Merry Christmas, folks! Be safe, eat lots o' turkey and bless y'all! 
Wishing you all peace, love, joy and happiness and wealth and prosperity and everything good in the year to come.
Happy Holidays!!!
Remember to spread the love and joy! Sharing is caring. Giving and taking is essential. Good manners at the table is important. Cheer up if you're snowed in. Santa paid me a visit last night. He said he doesn't appreciate the bitten gingerbread man I left out for him. Sorry, big guy. I did tell you that I wasn't going to wish for Nickolas Don Wheeler this Xmas. 
Love y'all.
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i’m tired of using technology
So.. who ran into an old friend at the gym today?
I did. Here's how it went:
I'm just minding my own business, cycling without my music player (because my music player spluttered to death two weeks ago) and watching the news about professional athletes who only have one arm when the door opens and in walks this guy in a white T-shirt and shorts.
Oh, crap! My heart lurches into my throat once I recognize who he is. Gawd, I haven't seen the guy in a year and four months and now suddenly he steps into my gym? Well, not really my gym but I go there enough times to call it mine. So, anyway, I don't panic because he's just an old schoolmate. Nothing new there... except I don't want to run into friends when I'm working out!!!! I'm all sweaty and yucky and not that I'm a narcissist but nobody wants to look horrible in front of anybody.
I turn back to CNN, hoping that he hasn't caught sight of me then I assure myself that he doesn't recognize me because he's not that close of a friend to me anyway. I continue cycling before I hop off to tell my mom. My mom, I noticed, has already given him a disgusted look because obviously he's done something stupid. You have no idea how many people do stupid things at the gym because they don't know how to use the gym equipment.
I cross over to my mom who's doing some weights and tell her in a whisper, "Shaun is here. Old schoolmate, you know. Nick's best friend?" My mom knows who he is. Of course she does. I tell her all about the antics in school.
And we - or rather I - ignored him for the rest of the time until we decided to leave and he happened to be doing weights at the door. I noticed him giving me glances in the mirror. I just know he's thinking in that head of his, "Oh my god. She looks familiar. Where have I seen her before? Do I know her?" And that's because no one remembers me. I've never done anything heroic or stupid or anything to get me particularly noticed because I don't do that.
So I'm forced to say hi to him.
Me (peering at him closely because he's not looking up): Um?
Shaun boy looks up and his eyes light up with some recognition.
Me (meaning to say Hi Shaun to prove that I can remember his name): Hi.
Shaun boy stands up and plucks his earphones out of his ears. He gives me the 'umm, I don't really remember but I recognize you from somewhere' look.
Me (making it clear for him in words): You don't remember me, do you?
Shaun boy (hurriedly): I do remember you... (there's always a BUT and you know it) ... I just don't remember your name.
Me (thinking to myself): I know you don't remember me. Nobody does. Did I expect you to know it even if you did sit beside me for a few classes and copied my homework and said I was a good writer? Honestly, a big fat NO when I see that expression on your face.
Me (aloud): * (my name)
Shaun boy: Ah yes. (snaps fingers and tells me the class that we were in. Obviously, he doesn't catch my name but won't admit it.)
Me (because I know he didn't catch my name): (tells him my last name since all the bad boys in my class used to call me by my last name because ... because... hmm.. I don't know why. I guess I was kind of tomboyish and didn't put up with their nonsense so they took me as a guy?? I don't know. I should've asked. I'll ask next time IF I see him again.)
Shaun boy: Mmhmm...
Me (in my head): F---! What the hell is wrong with you people? I talk to you, you don't remember my name and give me stupid responses which make me seem desperate to acknowledge you in the first place. I'm not desperate, dammit! When I don't acknowledge you people, you think I'm stuck up. This is so screwed and I'm being humiliated in front of my mom's lecherous gym buddy.
Me (aloud): So how've you been?
Shaun boy: Good, good. (Thanks for the highly exciting reply!) I'm on break now.
Me: On break? (because really, what else can I say?)
Shaun boy: Yeah.
*Awkward silence as we both give a nod, not knowing what to say.
Me (decide to just cut the small talk and go home instead): Yeah, well... (gestures behind at my mom who's waiting for me)
Shaun boy finally understands this I-want-to-cut-the-convo-short-because-this-is-weird-shit gesture and nods, smiling at my mom as a hello.
Me (grabbing the door handle and pulling it open so that I can leave already): Okay, um, bye. (gives a pained smile)
Shaun boy beams at my mom (whom his best friend Nick thinks is hot. I know. He thinks my mom is hot... what a freaking weirdo. On the other hand, my mom is hot): Bye.
Then my mom and I leave, leaving him to do his stupid weights. It's unfair of calling weights stupid but whatever. I hate talking to people who make me feel like weirdos.
I remember your name. You have no excuses not to. And don't give me that innocent look. Even my mom thinks that you're a jerk for not remembering me. Thanks, mom. :/
So anyway, hello to you Shaun boy.
It seemed as though you didn't know me at all and much as I hate to admit it, not being recognized sucks.. I still remember each and every one of the people who were close enough to me to be remembered. I'm definitely not on Shaun boy's list. Oh well.. I was never the flirty, damsel-in-distress chick and it seems that the guys I know don't like girls who can stand up for themselves.
Story of my life.
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You said it brother.
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baby you’re beautiful, there’s nothing wrong with you
Today's confession: I'm in love with Adam Lambert's songs.
The man himself.
Whataya Want From Me is our vacation song. How cool is that? Love that song. And his live performance is real.
And I've discovered that Aftermath is a pretty good song too. Yay, Adam!
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Officially off tour. New record please. I hope they make more good music because they're real good. Toad said on their Twitter that they'll be back on tour sooner than we all think. Toad... just how soon is soon? We don't mind the wait for a new album, really.
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I watched Lady Gaga's Bad Romance video.
Now what do I think of it...?
Hmm.. over dramatized, as usual. Costumes, main idea and all.
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And aside from music that I listen to, I watched a Demi Lovato music video on TV today and my mom was absolutely disgusted with her screaming that people call singing. And what's with all the red lipstick? How old is she anyway? 35?
I also watched Party in the USA. It was striptease-worthy and I bet her daddy's way proud of her. I'm no fan of Miley at all. Well, make that all the Disney singers. A batch of screaming youngsters is just what we need in this generation. Way to go, Disney. Why can't we have more people like Debbie Gibson and Mandy Moore and Sara Bareilles?
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You must be wondering where we've been these few days. Well, we've been having a good time, that's for sure. Now we're back.
Or more precisely, I am back.
I haven't written anything worthy lately and somebody's been egging me to. So here it is. My worthy post of pictures and random captions because I'm sooooo interesting (note sarcasm). I don't really know what to say except for Christmas is around the corner and there's nothing to suggest the spirit of joy because moods have been dampened by stupid relatives who make life hard for others.
You know what? If life didn't have any boundaries or law, I would totally stand up, throw down my napkin and just tell any jerk in their faces to eff off. People can only take so much and if you're making life hard for everybody, someone needs to tell you that we're not your stepping stones and we don't do shoe-shining like Charlie Bucket in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Weddings nowadays are just businesses for couples to earn profit from. How nice it must be to rip people off and drain their wallets dry while you celebrate your marriage and expect people to shower you with cold hard cash and gifts. Killing two birds with one stone?
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I hate being the only one who listens and cares. I'm not Superman. I can't swallow all of it down and I know it's hard for them too but it's always me the people run to whenever they have something to complain or shed tears about. I care and I want to listen and I want to help you but a triple dose of it everyday just makes me wish I was elsewhere.
And then there are people who are so wrapped in their own business and oblivious to the real world and the harsh truth of life. They just live life as if nothing is happening because they don't care and it doesn't concern them in any way. Go on, blast music, continue spending money like water, continue eating like there's no tomorrow, slice your wrists when you do realize that there is pain in this world, throw hissy fits when nothing pleases you, sulk in the corner, wait for someone to feed you with a silver spoon, ignore us. When you step out into the real world, you won't have a chance.
What do I care?
No one ever said life would be easy.
Where are those headphones when I need them???
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I'm no cynic, no, I got a heart of gold.
This line speaks the truth and only the truth about my personality.
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I bought new flip flops. Ya can't beat that.
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Woot. 900 posts in 1 year and two months. Something to celebrate about?
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I WANT TO WATCH SHERLOCK HOLMES!!!!!!!!!! 
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hope is such a waste
"Let me pour out my deepest, darkest secrets: The way I am read from the outside never fails to get me into trouble."
No one knows I never meant to.
No one knows I didn't want to.
No one knows I must.
No one knows that I don't mean what I say.
No one knows I was just joking.
No one knows when I'm serious.
No one knows why I'm crying.
No one knows the limit of my patience.
No one knows that I care.
No one knows and this is the way I'll be read forever because I can't change who I am.
Nobody can truly change.
You were born to be.
I am born to be misread.
I was never born to rule.
I am not emo and never will be.
Slashing wrists and taking pills were never my thing up till now.
I forgive you for misunderstanding.
I forgive you for putting me in my place.
I will now accept it and from now on, speak when spoken to.
Because I am misread. -J
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I make the grand exit, flouncing away as if the world needed me.
I turned but found no one following after me, just vacant and repulsive stares.
I guess I deserved it. -J
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I cannot apologize for the other things I said but I apologize for all the anger you deserved to lash out at me. -J
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This guy is good.
Too bad no one gives poets much credit until they're dead.
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To summarize how I feel,
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Thank you for showing me all that you've seen. The ride was enjoyable. Now can I please step out? I'm suffocating. Thanks loads.
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feels just like i don’t try
Someone get me a guitar.
He doesn't deserve another. I mean, you can't even call him an amateur and I'm not calling myself a professional. He's been playing for, like, what? four months? and bam! He gets another as his birthday?! Who are you kidding, mister?
Not to mention, his dear faithful friends bought him a guitar tuner. How great is that?
And now he goes around boasting about his capo or whatever. As if he's the only one having guitar problems. Yeah, you don't have to attract attention like that because it's disgusting.
Now he owns two guitars when he's the only one playing. That's the opposite of us. We have only one guitar to share.
Oh, someone has to learn how to tune our guitar. And that would be me. If I have enough patience..
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Eddie Fisher, of One Republic.
Special request from T. I think she likes but I'm not sure about the results. Ha ha!
Naw, this is just an excuse to say something about One Republic. I've been rocking to Everybody Loves Me the whole day and it's getting too addictive.
I still have to get their album, Waking Up.
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Movember is over.
Nick Wheeler shaved and he looks better.
I can't find a fresh picture of him but this will do.
Since it's her favorite picture.
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Mike Kennerty for all the Mike lovers.
You know who you are.
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Do you know it's almost Christmas time?
Time to bring out your Christmas trees and string of colorful lights.
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Someone get me a new pair of headphones.
Lots to learn this month.
to scared to return your calls
A few questions you haven't asked yourself today:
- Why isn't anybody rolling out the red carpet for you?
- Why doesn't anybody cook what you want all the time?
- Why do idiots always get the attention?
- Do you want that kind of attention? HELL NO.
- Do you love yourself?
- Do you ever feel like running away from reality sometimes?
- Why are screw ups so easy to find? Maybe because they dominate 70% of our population.
- Why do people like to hit the effing keyboard really hard when they're angry? (I effing hate that and now that I've said this, many people will go to the extend to irritate me by doing just that. Screw them
) - Why do old folks refuse to listen to suggestions?
- Why are people so effing stuck up, they pretend that they're the king?
- Why do people take so long to get over things?
- Why do people never understand that a mistake repeated over a million times is less likely to be forgiven and forgotten?
- Why do others never step into your shoes for even just a second?
- Is it because they're to effing proud?
- Or is it because they're too dumb to do that?
- Or maybe it's because, I don't know, they don't have a heart?
- Why do people never acknowledge their own mistakes? Especially older folks who think that they've got it all right. NOT.
- Why can't people shut their effing mouths and just be grateful for what they have?
- Why can't people see that what they say might affect others emotionally and psychologically? (Maybe it's because they've never understood themselves very well. Well, I feel SORRY for you them.)
- Why do people judge things so, so, so easily?
- Why can't people expand their view and opinions on things? NOT EVERYTHING can be the God damn same. That would make this world boring as hell.
- Why can't they accept other people's opinions?
- Why do men think that they are the king of the house? Do men think that they're more superior than women???
- Why do the God damned 'KINGS' of the houses like to enforce violence and inflict pain on minors (aka family)?
- Why do the hurt family not want to do anything about it? Is it because they can't?
- Why do people NOT want to acknowledge their feelings? (PLEASE, for the love of anyone and not only God, I SAW you shedding tears for the same person TWICE and they were for very different reasons.)
- Why do people like to think that kids don't know shit?
- Why do people not want to believe others when they say(?) that they do?
- Why do people like to jump to conclusions?
- I just realized: Why do many of us think with our asses at the worst times?
- Why is it that we find it so easy to remember the bad and forget the good? Always wanted to know the answer.
- Why is it that adults don't respect what younger people have to say? Even if profanities are included in what the younger generation have to say, can't you effing stop to think about it? Oh, come on, lame asses, you know this is you.
- Which leads to: why do adults think that know it all and what other children have to say is NOT important?
- Why do people like to SIGH about a lot of things? I HATE the sound of people sighing because it irritates and depresses me.
- Why can't people just put on a smile and be happy for even just a minute?
- Why are people so judgmental when it comes to things that they don't even KNOW about?
- Why do people like to look back at their mistakes and keep pointing it out even after it's done and you know there's nothing you can do about except for correcting it in the future?
- Why do people judge others by their sexuality?
- Why do people start fights/arguments out of nothing at all?
- Why don't people just love and appreciate their HAPPY families?
- Why do you HATE people who are destructive and violent?
- Why do you HATE the people who forgive the people who are destructive and violent?
- Why do people expect others to change?
- Why do people ignore other people's mistakes?
- Why do people like to find fault with others?
- Why do you always get bullied into doing things you don't LIKE?
- Why do you always feel sorry for others and help them out when you fully know that they're not going express any gratitude or vote for you after that? Yeah, it sucks balls like that.
- Why do humans have a guilty conscience? I have a huge one and that often makes me ask myself the two questions above this one.
- Why are you so dumb to not have done anything about all this?
- And the last one: Why don't you effing listen to music and block out all that ruckus you don't want to hear when they're making noise? I've got the answer: Because they're shouting so loud, you can even hear when your music volume is turned up to the max.
Have you asked yourself all this today? Because I already have and I don't know all the answers. Wanna give it a try?
Advice:
When you're feeling utterly sadistic and you ask yourself most of these questions, I suggest you head on the FML.com and see how screwed up other people's lives are. I don't like reading all that but I get a kick out of it when my life is pouring itself down the sewage.
I think all those who are in the same category most of the time, should just find someone else who is the opposite of them so that they don't turn up as screwed up as they are.
Whaddya know? I'm about to hit the 1000 word hit count and it's all because of 50 questions you should ask yourself.
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I DO NOT THINK THAT I'M VERY SMART but on some days when I say smart things, all of them ignore me. Oh well. Don't say I never warned you.
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By the way, don't even bother replying to me about this post and don't even think about asking me to explain myself. You've read it. Whether you like the truth or not, too bad. Maybe it's time you stopped acting like a regretting idiot and actually step out of that misery cloud you've been hiding in for years. Don't even bother discussing this with someone else because unless you have no guilty conscience, this is a WAKE UP CALL.
Stupid miserable assholes.
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P.S: If you want to use my 50 questions you should ask yourself, remember to link it and mention that it's ours. Not yours, cupcakes.
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I'mma listen to Time For Miracles now.
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and I hope you feel the same
So.. has anyone heard about the Justin Bieber incident because I have, thanks to Ryan Seacrest. You can follow him on Twitter @RyanSeacrest. Anyhoo, people got injured and trampled over and arrested because of his 'popularity'. Gawd. Apparently a security guard was trampled to death. Poor guy. And all this because of some puny 15 year old boy who can't freaking sing. I feel sorry for y'all who got hurt out there but well, you all love him so what can I say?
And the Miley Cyrus bus accident, killing 1 and injuring 9? Hell, what is up with these teen stars and the news related to them????? Weird shit that you don't see happening any day. Anyway, my condolences and get well soons to those people. Oh, by the way, I watched the trailer for 'The Last Song' on RyanSeacrest.com because I happened to be scrolling by and I don't do that very often, and it's a movie adapted from one of Nicholas Sparks's books. And guess who is the main character? Oh, just freaking piece of crap Miley Cyrus who can't act or sing for peanuts. Yeah, you know how that's gonna turn out but people love people who have no talent. Again, what else can I say?
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Apart from all that sickening and saddening teen star news, this picture made my day:
Yes, that would be Nick Wheeler. The one who gave me a nightmare last night. I dreamed that he was obsessing over this mean girl and I was ignored. When I woke up, I found out that it was just a dream. Gah. Thank God.
Flip Flop Boy. Hardly. (:
Okay.. let me just paw through my files and see what picture I come up with so that I can write something interesting.
I swear my dog smiles exactly like this!! Okay, maybe this is not a smile. Let me find the right picture. Cute hat, Ty. This is not the hat that I was talking about on Twitter, if you're wondering. Do follow us @spuddybuddies.
Yeah, like this. The sideways smile. Oh, look, Jimmy is behind. Their frowning manager. Just kidding. Jimmy's really cool. How do I know this? Because.. it's a secret. Okay, maybe not but I'm not telling.
Video of the day:
Sebastien Lefebvre - I Fall For You
Going off now.
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don’t hide the broken parts that I need to see
What is your middle name?
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What color is your mailbox?
Gray.
Are you single?
Only if you're hot. Wait, I took that line out of somewhere.
Have you ever hit a deer?
No, and you shouldn't either.
Do you have to drive over a bridge to get home?
Nope.
What color is your room?
Whatever I choose it to be.
Do you have a small driveway?
I should say it's a normal one. I've seen smaller ones.
Do you know anyone with the same ringtone as you?
No.
What do you do first in the morning?
Make the bed.
What brand is your printer?
Gee, I never bothered to look. All I know is that it's decent and running out of ink.
Do you enjoy fighting with people?
No.
Is your hair naturally straight or curly?
Naturally messy.
Who was your kindergarten teacher?
Some crazy biatch. She beat me for no reason. I was and still am a good person and I don't think I deserve to be spanked.
What is your ring tone?
Some electronic beat which I kinda, totally hate.
Are you taller than your mom?
No. I'm a shortie.
What curse word do you say the most when your pissed?
Shit?
Are you God?
Has anyone ever read the book The Secret? Everyone is supposedly their own God.
Do you like someone?
Yes.
Do you enjoy writing in colored pens?
When I was younger.
Does anything hurt on your body right now?
My pinky. I think I broke it.
Do you often cry during a movie?
If it's an emotional one, yes definitely. I cry bucketfuls.
Last phone call you received?
None of my friends call me. So it's either family or no one at all.
Last text message?
I don't have my phone with my 24-7 so right now I'm too lazy to check what it is. It's probably something unimportant.
Do you hate your life?
No. I hate parts of my life.
Do you get mad easily?
Sorta. But I cool down faster.
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Friends.
Are you cold?
Yes. The weather has been.. brr!
Do any of your friends have kids?
Why do I find this question slightly amusing?
Do you know anyone that is pregnant right now?
Er..?
Who should pay on the first date?
Not me.. Unless he truly forgot his wallet but then again, I wouldn't know if he was lying, would I?
How many years older than you are you willing to date?
.....
Do you have any friends?
Yes.
Do you have any mean friends?
All of them are.
What is the ugliest color to wear in your opinion?
I don't know. Some people look good in every color *coughTysoncoughRittercough*.
Have you ever liked someone who all your friends hate?
I wouldn't know and I wouldn't care.
Have you ever felt like driving off a cliff, seriously?
Thought of it before but don't think I've felt like it.
Have you ever contemplated suicide?
Hah. No.
Do you scratch your ears?
Sometimes.
Who was the last person to hug you?
NickWheeler. Okay, maybe not. Someone else.
What brand are the pant/jeans you're wearing right now?
Homemade pants.
How tall are you?
Not nearly tall enough.
What is the closest green object?
Pillow.
If you were born the opposite sex, what would your parents name you?
How am I to know? But I sure as hell hope that it would've been Nickolas. Okay, I'm kidding. Something other than that which isn't lame.
Do you want to have kids?
Why is it that they always ask this?
What is the brightest color you're wearing?
White? Lol.
Who is the friend you have that you would never have expected to have?
.....
Who do you hate the most right now?
Him. And I'm not talking about being mad at my boyfriend or anything.
What kind of car do you want?
A monster truck or a teenyweeny Volkswagen.
What is your favorite video game?
I hate video games.
Do you like your dad?
Is that a rhetorical question? If it is, good one.
Do you have any TV shows on DVD?
CSI:NY.
Are you wearing make-up?
Make-up is pretty foreign to me.
Do you have a tattoo?
I was thinking of getting a word tattooed across my wrist. Lol.
Have you ever broken a pinata?
Don't think so.
What time is it right now?
Time to put on a smile and fight the hunger.
Do you know how to draw?
Sorta.
Who loves orange soda?
Not me.
Who did you last IM?
C.
Do you work a lot of hours?
Too many.
Where were you in the last 24 hours?
Home.
Who was the last person that called you?
Again? Is there no other question that can be asked?
Is there anything you regret?
Who doesn't regret?
Do you know where your family name originated from?
Sure.
Is there an animal that creeps you out?
I dunno. Maybe the frog on the front page of Bing?
What is your favorite color ON A CAR?
Purple.
Do you use digital or film cameras?
Digital.
Do you own an iPod?
Nope.
Have you ever been on a charter bus?
No.
Do you like going to water parks?
I hate getting wet.
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