One shot love

I have decided I am a one shot love kind of girl. By this I mean, I would not ever go out with a guy I had dated again, for any reason. Not ever. I've watched so many people in my life do this, its just not worth it. Whatever problems you had the first time are still there, they haven't just gone away over night, you don't come back to the relationship more experienced you come back wanting the good and not the bad. But that's the problem with it. You have bad times in your relationships, if its bad enough to break up, stay broken up. Don't call it quits for a month and get back again. God I can think of all the grimy guys out there who screw up the relationship they have and then want it back. Be a woman! Say FUCK NO! Do you want him to treat you badly, threaten to kill himself or you? Do you want to end up in a situation where its just a cycle of psychological abuse? NO! HELL NO! Jesus.

I'm thinking about all this because Micala is back with Joe. Spineless worm Joe. Greasy disgusting bad breath Joe. Joe who is obviously not attractive enough to help her procreate no matter how attractive she is. Want to know how many times they have gone out? Do you? At least sixteen, yeah not an exaggeration. Sixteen fucking times they have decided to break up and get back together and for what? To do it all over again?

Yeah no thanks. I'll stick with boys who want serious relationships not flings, who want love not sex, and who want to be with me regardless of how much of a bitch I can be on a bad day. I know exactly what kind of boy I want, and I absolutely REFUSE to settle for less. If we only live one life, why bother with sub-par and settling. Get what you want, or don't bother.

When we were planning...

We forgot about Christmas in July! And I think we should go ahead and pick a date for it so we can be prepared instead of remembering in July!

New Installment of Cute Clothes

Edward Scissor Hand Schematics!

Edward Scissor Hand Schematics!

Thats it for now. Hopefully that last dress will finally be in a damn small so I can buy it -.-

Cute Clothes

I've been searching the web lately for cute clothes because I feel like changing my style up a bit. Or at the very least, buying new clothes. That dress is $100 or Id be on that shiz too >.>. But anyways if you guys find cute clothing sites let me know!

Eh I found this on my computer

Not sure when I wrote it, and I cant decide if I like it since I cant recall what emotion I wrote it with in the first place. Anyways. Enjoy!

I love how I can feel the fire,

Every time I hear your ire.

Burning glistening, beating to the sirens,

Running, faster, postmortem we fly.

Give me a nickel every time I see a child cry,

A penny for the abused, the ones who cant get high

Enough to see the world around them,

To live the life their given,

To be who they wanna be everyday,

So they can finally find that elusive peace,

That exists in that predawn era.

Somewhere between sunsets and sunrises,

There exists a world where little children all go to bed,

And little children all are fed.

And where daddy’s don’t beat mommy’s,

And mommy’s don’t ever leave.

And the world keeps on turning,

Like the color of fall leaves.

In this special place,

There is no racism, poverty, cruelty, fear, unknowns, and long forgottens,

No memories swept under the rug, no wrong turns made,

No life behind, no one ever cries there is only what there is.

But utopias forgotten.

We can’t live in that world.

We survive by our trials.

We die by our words.

We live with what we have done, however its been done,

And that’s how we are made.

Born, broken, beaten, stolen.

Made to the see the world as such an evil place.

Let the sun come out, let the moon shine down.

And let tomorrow bring that good luck charm.

That smiling face, who doesn’t say a word,

Whose gone without a trace.

Common curtsey shown everyday,

Even though the world, throws it back in there face.

And we try and try everyday,

To see our work beaten down and displayed,

Upon an altar of ashes burning with the heart our dreams,

And yet will still deem this world to be our salvation,

The creation and the theme.

So slowly falling apart.

So quickly though it seems,

And even though you cried yesterday.

Today it can not be.

Give me a dove instead of the nickel,

A smile for the penny,

Pay the world just one good deed,

And maybe we won’t need as many.

David Kiersey

"If I do not want what you want, please do not try to tell that my want is wrong. Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view."

How Many Words are in English?

Another Stunning Discovery at alphaDictionary

Dr. Goodword (Robert Beard, PhD, Linguistics)

Words are Spoken.

The question, "How many words are there in English?" is based on a misunderstanding of language. It is based on the false assumptions that (1) words are objects that someone creates and (2) stores in a published dictionary. Neither assumption is true. Words that are simply spoken but never published do not enter dictionaries. That does not mean that they are not words, for language is a spoken medium, not a written one. Only about 2,400 of the world's roughly 7200 languages and dialects have writing systems, most of these created only for the translation of the Bible. If words were the things found in dictionaries, the majority of the world's languages would have no words!

In point of fact, all languages are equipped to produce however many words are necessary for communication either internally, by derivation rules (lawyer > lawyerly) and compounding (water + fall > waterfall), or externally, by borrowing from other languages. So, one answer to the question in the title is: the number of possible words in any language at any given moment is infinite, for there is no limit on the number of possible words in any human language. However, we may distinguish between possible and actual words, so how many actual words are there in English?

THANKYOU FRIGGIN JESUS SOMEONE FINALLY TOLD THE WORLD THIS!

Panda Puzzles

I have decided that is only human to want companionship. This fact alone sucks. We should all stop being human and needing other people. But we can't. This sucks as well.

I am personally upset that on my facebook my family said Wendell wasn't good enough for me. Mostly because they definitely only bothered to look skin deep. Assholes. Judgmental assholes.

BOOKCLUB!

So I asked a random person to suggest a book for our book club that is un-official as of yet.

Book being:

Psychomech by Brian Lumely

It will be due next Saturday at our first Book CLUB!!!

*Someone think of a name*

Meh

Country music makes me sad. I just remember being a little kid and laying in bed falling asleep to it. I feel like I should write a letter to me in the future, so that when(if) I become an adult. I can look back and understand that stage of life all over again.

Acid Help!

I need an acid that eats through vinyl, will only eat through the part I put it on, and could hopefully be used with a paintbrush.

Sam- I think I am inbetween an ESTP and an ISTP. I think I am outwardly an Extravert and inwardly an Introvert. To bad that didn't make mixes of the 16 types.

Why the word Sorry Sucks

Id like to point out Ashleigh Matthews/White has shown me I can follow people!

When you say sorry you are
1.) Rarely sorry
2.) Trying to get out something
3.) Saying it to be supportive
4.) Being polite.

There are more but the point is the word sorry sucks. If someone tells me they are sorry, I want to know why. Why are you saying sorry because I'm sure not saying it unless I'm being polite. We say all these things to make each other feel better when really what does it do? Takes care of the immediate problem? Not really. Stop covering up and just say what you have to say! I know that for most of us unsensitive people we dont want people crying around us because its uncomfortable. But just say to them, hey I know your in a bad place right now, but I'm your friend so if you need to talk I'm here. Dont say sorry or it'll be better tomorrow. Because that is BULL SHIT! It wont and probably wont for a while, so just let them know you care and love them. Thats it.

Poetry

On a second note. I realized something the other day as I reading a few poems I had written and started crying. It doesnt matter how its interperted to anyone else. It matters with what it says to you. Where you were when you wrote, what thoughts were in your head. And to be honest I felt kind of stupid sitting in my car readding a grubby piece of paper and crying. But damn. Just took me back to the moment when I wrote it. And I couldnt cry then, so I did now. Maybe when I read it again now, I wont feel sad, even though I will remember the moment. I dont know just a thought...

When we are angry we need love the most.

My mom is currently irrate for no particular reason which is what is making me thinking about this. You have a choice when someone you know gets mad at you, you can love them or you can get mad back. We have a tendency as humans to get mad back. To become defensive and say mean and hateful hings in return, to protect ourselves or so we believe. But we really only end up hurting our realtionships and ourselves. Spread the love people. Even though they dont want to hear how yo love they or anything of the sort, it doesnt matter because if you stay calm instead of get angry there are only two choices for them. Get angry at you for being calm, or diffuse all anger elsewhere. Obviously the latter is preffered.

Maybe we should put other people ahead of ourselves. Maybe we should just let them attack us without reason. I know that seems more than a little stupid. Very few of us would like to just turn the other cheek, (insert bible) but maybe when its someone we care about, we can stop being selfish asses and just put ourselves as fully into there shoes as possible.

Romantics

every girl is secretly a romantic at heart. and every boy is waiting for that one special girl to romance. shes to shy and hes to afraid of rejection. to bad they were perfect for each other, in every way.

Who we become...

Its rather interesting how we become what we become. Are we going to be doctors? transit officials? government employees? Are we going to be losers, bums, homeless people? Are we going to abuse alochol, drugs and cheat on our husbands/wives? Are we going to be rich and famous or happy and middle class? Is the middle class happy anyways?

I'm sitting here trying to think of something I can be, someone I can become by picking some vague and as of yet, unknown career path. This career path destined to change who I am and who I will be in the not so near future. As of right now I can be anything, and that is an idea of which I greatly relish. But once I choose, I have to stick with that choice. I just limited my potential from 100 to 10. Once I choose, I have become a stastic waiting to be proven. A variable in the game of life.

I wish I could just choose tomorrow. Or the day after that.

I suppose we ultimately choose a career path based on needs and values.

So then logically...all I have to do is figure out who I am and what I stand for, and all I know right now is that I sure missed the rain.

Past...

I realized yesterday, that I have been running from the truth my entire life. When I was two, I saw my oldest sister raped by my birth father. I have decided to stop running. I will find out all the details of my past that I have shut out. I'm going to ask them what they know.

Sometimes....

Sometimes I watch movies or tv and realize inconsistencys that will drive me nuts trying to figure out if it truly was inconsistent or perhaps I just overlooked something.

Sometimes I get tired of people, tired of everyones masks, tired of the self destruction that is inevitable through human nature.

Sometimes I wish people could understand themselves, understand there own problems as well as everyone else around them does.

Sometimes I like to think that for everyone person out there who thinks they are the only one in the world with this problem or feeling this lonely, that they could find that one other person, who knows exactly what its like to be them.

I am always more emotional while watching movies than while expierencing real life.

Sometimes I get annoyed with everyone who cares more about the minute details of the music that they are listening to, than the sounds that come out.

I hate people over 500 pounds that havent realized yet that they are fat. Not only are they fat they are obese. Two hundred years ago you'd of died by now. Now you eat pills along with those artery clogging fatty delcious-ness. I hope you obese people die. You steal food from starving people. Then you want to cry about it. Go live in some third world country and try to cry about it then. You have to catch your own food to live, good luck with that fatty.

A side note - I believe in Aliens.... and they probably arent green.

I dont say goodbye to people because then they'll know I'll be back.

I dont ask people how they've been after they ask me, neither of us care, why bother being poliet?

I hate how words look like they are spelt wrong when you know they are right, but for whatever reason you continue to ponder this correct spelling of a four letter word that should be elementary.

Back to the Aliens - How is it possible that we are the only thing alive in this universe?

White People

So here is a tendency I have noticed in white people. If a white person is talking about someone of any other race they lower there voice and say no offense, or I'm not being racist but... etc etc. Its ironic in that all other races have no problem doing the opposite of this. I think this has more to do with white people being ashamed of what there ancestors did or did not do. Because lets face it, all white people did not participate in slavery. A good amount of white people did, and a good amount of white people didnt. Not to mention slavery didnt originate in America nor where African Americans the first race of people to be condemmned to a life of slavery. This is just the most recent case that a country was built on. Because this country was in good part built on the backs of slaves. Proper respect must be given to the past, but in moving forward people need to learn that everything one says and does is not judged as racist or not.

Point being white people. You arent being racist for saying what you think, unless you use a racist slur, in which case you are in fact being racist. Boo on you.

Problem Solver!

So this is my grand idea! There are many contrasting views on abortion and whether or not you are for or against it I think this problem could be solved by a simple soultion. Make a government standard for everyone who is sexually active use birth control. Have condoms be free and given out to anyone who needs them. Yes! This is going against many of our civil rights and freedoms, and no it will no totally get rid of the abortion debate. However, without many unwanted babies being put into foster care, the state wouldnt have to pay money out for these children. Not to mention Welfare wouldnt be as expensive since there would be less children in need. Would it be expensive to make sure that there is plenty of birthcontrol pills or condoms to go around? Most likely, however in my opinion it would not only take away from people having to choose whether or not to have a child that is unwanted, or whether or not to keep it. The debate over when a child becomes an actual person is less of a debate when there are many less children to be had.

I know this is controversial. I know there are not actual facts to back this up, though I'm sure if I wanted to create a better thesis. However. This is all I have for now. ^-^ Cheerio.