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.