DID YOU KNOW…

THAT IF SHAKE YOUR PHONE WHILE PLAYING WORDS WITH FRIENDS IT MIXES UP THE LETTERS AT THE BOTTOM?!?!?!?!
heck yes i just sat there for a good solid minute smacking the side of my phone watching the letters jumble up.

oh, AND - Jesus broke the water line at my school so we got out really early so that i could get the Mcdonalds breakfast that i’ve been wanting for about a week now. he’s my best friend. :) oh, and i can’t eat it before school because it normally makes my tummy sick.

and everything that i’ve said this morning after i’ve gotten home i have managed to turned into some sort of repetitive annoying song in a weird voice, what is my deal?

so i have my foot in the chair, phone balancing on knee so that i can get enough signal to send my word on words with friends, phone starts to fall…quickly, lightning fast boon county ninja cat-like reflexes kick in and i save it before it ever even gets past my thigh. oh yeah. that’s right. ;)

gosh if people saw how cool i am when i am home alone….i wouldn’t be home alone.

oh my, i really need more friends.
such a pretty day and here i sit. hmph.
at least my lissa loves me.
too bad she’s in florida.

screw all of you people with boyfriends and someone to always hangout with or 943580492 best friends that are always doing something cool.
i am feeling so just like, weird right now.
like the feeling i have is just screw everything. like, i’ve accepted that i’m probably going to like the same person forever who clearly doesn’t feel the same way and i’m just never going to let anyone else in or like anyone else because i always shut everyone else out that even tries to talk to me because well, quite frankly, i don’t want to talk to like anyone else. so really it’s my fault, but whatever. there are plenty of people with bigger problems in the world. i’ve been single for 17 years already, so it’s certainly not going to kill me to be forever alone. i think i’ll nap until american idol. i hope i don’t dream my terrible dreams. i hate that i bore everyone with my problems and thoughts when they don’t really care. i want my mood from yesterday back, or this morning. i want to not let myself sit here and think until i get upset. i want to be able to shut off my feeling. i want to be the controller of how my day goes and not someone else. i want someone to hug and hold and kiss and that wants to hug me and hold me and kiss me back. i want a bunch of friends who always want me to do something. i want a banana split. i want pop to not go flat. i want to not live in the middle of nowhere. i want to be completely different than how i am. i want someone to love me for exactly what i am. i want to be one of those people who just loves and is friends with everyone. i want to not be here. i want to sleep all of my petty problems away. i want to look at things differently. i want to not care about people or things so much. i want to be super happy go lucky all the time. i want to feel like i don’t need to like anyone. i want to not be stupid. i want to have all a’s again. i want to stop complaining and realize that i am blessed and things aren’t gonna change until i make them by changing myself, but i don’t know how to not let little things get to me or how to not feel unimportant. [rambles on for days about things that make no difference but makes herself feel better until she gets really sleepy and naps probably]

okay so actually the biggest part of my problem is just that i’m lame and don’t drive and i think/feel way too much. i’d probably be good if it weren’t for that. lol.

and what actually has made me the maddest today is that i woke up early, wasted a bunch of time straightening my hair (which is a mega weird color today) and a face full of make-up (that actually decided to stay on today) for one hour of school. :|

but hey, i’m not gonna complain as long as i got out of school…. even though i technically just did? whatever. lol. i’m good now.

i like my other blog more for pictures i think. i just like using this one to vent, butttttt, gotta make it pretty still.

i wish that everyone either shared their emotions like i do, or i didn’t share my emotions, like everyone else.

I’ve been waiting my whole life for the right guy to come
along, and then you showed up. And you’re nothing like
the man I imagined. You’re cynical and cranky and impossible.
But the truth is fighting with you is the best thing that’s ever
happened to me. And I think there’s a very good chance
that I’m falling in love you with.
- 27 dresses - i wanna watch that movie again. of course i don’t remember it well.

At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination  from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.

^ I HAD THAT. PLEASEEEE TELL ME SOMEONE ELSE REMEMBERS THESE! :D

He’s going to frustrate you. Hell, he’s going to annoy the hell out of you. He’s going to contradict everything you say. He’s going to prove you wrong. He’s going to always want to be right. But he’s going to make you laugh and smile. He’s going to make you second guess things. He’s going to take care of you when you’re sick. He’s going to drive when it’s 3 in the morning to your house when your cat dies and let you cry in his arms and he’s going to just whisper that things will be alright into your hair. He’ll trace hearts into your back as he lies with you in bed. He’ll kiss you with such happiness and passion, even when he’s angry. He won’t be perfect. Fuck, he’ll mess up every damn day of his life. He’ll break things, he’ll break your heart a time or two. He’ll forget your anniversary and what day you two first fell in love or your dogs birthday, I don’t fucking know. But he’ll make up for it. He’ll hold your hair back when you’re throwing up, despite how disgusted he is. He’ll put up with your sarcasm and you’ll put up with his sexist jokes. He’ll make fun of the way you laugh yet secretly love it. The most beautiful thing between the two of you will be, I swear on my life and all that is holy, that you complete one another. That’s all. Like two pieces of a bigger puzzle. - aw. that’s exciting.

i think any picture of people smiling and kissing is just so so so adorable. :)

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year old again! I want to go down to McDonalds and think it’s a five-star restaurant. I want to thinking that M&M’s are better than money because you can eat them. I want to eat a whole package of candy without feeling guilty about it afterwards. I want to return to when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables and nursery rhymes. I want to return to when you didn’t know and didn’t care. I want to remember the whole morning was filled of what your Mom had packed for lunch and the whole afternoon what you were having for dinner. When a simple matchbox car or barbie doll represented  a whole week’s worth of entertainment. When you actually had an imagination. When magic really existed. When ‘Jaws’ didn’t look fake. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good would always triumph over evil. When a member of the opposite sex was just some annoying disturbance. When friends were real and you didn’t care if they were black, white, catholic, asian, african, muslim, fat, skinny, pink, green or from a whole different planet, it just didn’t matter… until someone told you different. I want to believe that anything is possible all you have to do is dream. I want it to be unknown to me the complexities of life and to be completely ecstatic by the little things again like the sound of the ice cream truck. I don’t want to know of school, homework, clothes, friendship, relationships, popularity or even gossip. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams and human kind. - This

Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.

:O why have i not played sims all day!? oh yeah, cause i’m old…. and i’m too lazy to create a whole new family. takes wayyy too long.

I believe in sleeping in. I believe in giving 100% when you only have 80%. I believe in jamming out by yourself in the car. I believe in kisses on the forehead. I believe in smiling until your cheeks hurt. I believe that you can have just as much fun sober. I believe in taking chances and making mistakes. I believe in having someone tell you that you’re beautiful. I believe in swinging on swings and running in the rain. I believe in miracles and random acts of kindness. I believe in saying hello to anyone and everyone. I believe in second chances. I believe that everyone’s lucky to be alive.

aoidviuWHgv. well hello.

if he acts like you’re not worth his time
maybe you’re not what he wants.. you’re
just a replacement for what he can’t have.

Why the heart? Why do we always refer to our heart when we talk about love? Emotions and love are really in our brain, so why don’t we just say, “I love you with all my limbic system”? — I WONDER THIS ALL THE TIME. cept i say that you love with your soul, so i swore that i was going to stop saying that i love people “with all my heart” because like my daddy used to say, your heart is just a pump, it’s an organ, it is not what makes us love. so yeah. i love you with all my soul.

my phone died. i loveeeee that song. i wish that many people would do covers of it. “/ she’s got nothing on adele though. i’m on an adele kick right now bad. like, the same 3 songs over and over and over. yeah.

I’m not like anyone you’ve ever known, and maybe that scares you a little bit because here you are with a girl that actually cares for you and for once in your life, you don’t know how to deal with that

i never know which ones of the houses i’ve used? but i’m just too lazy to go and look and try to figure it out. oooooops.

and it’s so cold in this house. i picked some seriously long quotes today. shew. AND i guess i had a lot to say, but what else is new?

i forreal feel sorry for you that follow me cause I definitely clog your dashes with my venting. apologies. ;)

i want to make pottery.

i’ve always wanted to. buy me a pottery kit for christmas?

or my own star? that would make my life. i’d cry, i swear.

greatest song ever.

Haemophobia - Fear of blood and bleeding.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, Sesquipedalophobia - Fear of long words.

Lockiophobia, Maieusiophobia, Parturiphobia - Fear of childbirth.

Metathesiophobia - Fear of changes.

Monophobia - Fear of being alone, or of feeling alone.

Mottephobia - Fear of moths.

Nihilophobia - Fear of (absolutely) nothing.

Nosocomephobia - Fear of hospitals.

Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes.

i wish you would care enough to look at these, and read these, and care that most of them are to or because of or about you. i wish you made me feel beautiful instead of ugly and secure instead of scared to lose you. basically, i wish you felt the same way. the way you used to.