just realized I’m not on my profile. Hmm.
Oh Dearr;
Random crap about me?
I like wearing converse, tight pants, and big shirts. Jackets are my accesory of choice, and I stopped caring about my hair long ago. I'm a swimmer and a water polo player, not your stereotypical blonde. People think I'm stupid and ditzy, they think I'm some cheerleader who cares about absolutely nothing but looking good and getting guys. Ha, I beg to differ. Unlike a lot of my friends these days, I care about my grades, and I have yet to let them drop below a C. I don't expect you to like me, but I do expect you to know the truth before you say shit about me.
I've never drank nor smoked in my entire life, despite the many offers I've gotten and the rumors people start about me. I used to be obsessed with their opinions, but now, I just don't want to hear them. Sure it still gets to me, and maybe hurts my feelings, but when I don't focus on the things they say, it just makes life that much easier.
It doesn't matter how ugly, stupid, annoying, or whatever you think you are, I'm not gonna judge you. I like making friends. It's my favorite thing to do, and just a warning, I can talk forever.
I miss the old me. A lot. Whaaaaaaaathafaaaccckk happened.
Nolly Miles is such a stalker. I love you.
I love my best friend.
I hope it all works out.
I just want to say that I was right.
//Fuckit//
All I have to do to be labeled as a whore is be seen with my boyfriend. How sad.
This is me and my baby. I love him so much it’s ridiculous.
UGHHH
I’m still sick. It’s such a bitch. And you know what’s annoying? When your friends completely ignore what you say.
me Hello darlinggg :]
her hows r u????
me Mmm just considering how much this week has sucked
her I just got home after leaving @ around 8:30 am
And then she goes into this long ass description of how her day was, not even like, acknowledging the fact that I was having a terrible week, part of which is her fault. Like, come on now, it’s common courtesy to at least pretend to care. But I’m sick of people pretending too.Oh well, I guess we can’t really avoid people pretending and lying, but I mean, this girl comes to me about her god damn problems all the time, and never EVER asks me if I’m like, even okay.Whatever. fnuck that sheeeeeiiitt..
Okay, Great [9:37 AM]
I have officially gotten my first ear infection in about a year. Yay? No. It sucks. This is like, the worst week ever dude, but I promised my boyfriend I’d go to school tomorrow because I miss him like friggin crazy, but my mom might not let me and then Ima feel like shiiit. I hate being sick, it is like, the absolute worst kind of torture known to mankind. Especially when you’re me, the girl who can’t stand being trapped indoors for over 24 hours. Ughhhh. I hope today gets better.
Great Expectations. [6:38 PM]
I have to read Great Expactations by Charles Dickens in my English class, and I am not ashamed to say that I actually really like it.
This is possibly my favorite part of the whole book so far, because it doesn’t dress up love like it’s perfect. Sometimes it is, occasionally it is, but more often than not it’s just a big disaster. Here it is:
She had adopted Estella, she had as good as adopted me, and it could not ffail to be her intention to bring us together. She reserved it for me to restore the desolate house, admit the sunshine into the dark rooms, set the clocks a-going and the cold hearths a-blazing, tear down the cobwebs, destroy the vermin-in short, do all the shining deeds of the young knight of romance, and marry the princess. I had stopped to look at the house as I passed; and its seared red-brick walls, blocked windows, and strong green ivy clasping even the stacks of chimneys with its twigs and tendons, as if with sinewy old arms, had made up a rich attractive mystery, of which I was the hero. Estella was the inspiration of it, and the heart of it, of course. But though she had taken such strong possession of me, though my fancy and my hope were so set upon her, though her influence on my boyish life and character had been all-powerful, I did not, even that romantic morning, invest her with any attributes save those she possessed. I mention this in this place, of a fixed purpose, because it is the clue by which I am to be followed into my poor labyrinth. According to my experience, the conventional notion of a lover cannot be always true. The unqualified truth is that, when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistable. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her nonetheless because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.
I love that. And in case you have no idea what the hell he’s talking about (I’ll say it in plain old normal modern english), Estella is a total bitch and Pip is in love with her. And he KNOWS she’s a bitch, but regardless he loves her, and knowing that doesn’t change it. I spent three years feeling like that. Bahaha. Good thing that’s over.
You should read this book :)
