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.