You’re so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead So complicated, look happy, you’ll make it! Filled with so much hatred…such a tired game It’s enough! I’ve done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, I’ve seen you do the same
Oh, pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel Like you’re less than f*ckin’ perfect Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing
My head is stuck in the clouds She begs me to come down Says “Boy quit foolin’ around” I told her “I love the view from up here The warm sun and wind in my ear We’ll watch the world from above As it turns to the rhythm of love” We may only have tonight But till the morning sun you’re mine all mine Play the Music low and sway to the rhythm of love My heart beats like a drum A guitar string to the strum A beautiful song to be sung She’s got blue eyes deep like the sea That roll back when she’s laughing at me
She rises up like the tide The moment her lips meet mine We may only have tonight But till the morning sun you’re mine all mine Play the Music low and sway to the rhythm of love When the moon is low We can dance in slow motion And all your tears will subside All your tears will dry And long after I’ve gone You’ll still be humming along And I will keep you in my mind The way you make love so fine We may only have tonight But till the morning sun you’re mine all mine Play the music low and sway to the rhythm of love
and go back to school. sighhh. im leaving tmrw morning, bright and early, so i can make it to my 8am class. it IS just a dicussion, so its not mandatory, but we have our midterm this coming friday. pretty much dreading that. and idk. lately, i’ve felt so overwhelmed, eventho everyone and their mothers are taking obscene amounts of units. im only at 14 units, and yet im always tired. i always look forward to the weekend so i can come home. its sad to admit that i come home almost every weekend, but i dont care. i love coming home. i miss my family so much all the time. this year has taught me how close i am to my family, how much i appreciate them. ohgosh. what sucks is that when i come home, i just wanna do random chill fun things together, like play uno or scrabble. i dont care, as long as we’re having fun together. but everyone is always busy. and then i already have to pack back up on sunday nights, like tonight, to go back. i only got my essay done this weekend. didnt catch up on chem notes, didnt review shit. totally caught up on almost all my tv shows tho. thats bad since i prioritized tv over studying. ohlord.
basically everyone i know loves college and cant wait to get back. most people would never go back to high school. i admit, i dont wanna go back to high school either. but i do miss it. i miss seeing everyone every day, talking to my best friend all the time. seeing that doanster. seeing all the kids. what i dont miss is the nightly hw and 7 classes each day everyday. maybe my problem is that i dont stay at school more often. obviously, the time when i finally get to hang out with people is the weekends because during the week there’s just hw and crap to take care of. but i enjoy coming home. i really truly do. i am such a big baby. wth.
on the bright side, i ate sushi today :D it was soooo delicious, but expensive.
idk why i decided to vent, but i just felt like it. i havent made an original post in awhile. i know that tumblr is a blogging website, a place to talk about your feelings. but sometimes, there are things that im scared to say because anyone could find this and read it. also, because sometimes there’s things i dont wanna reveal, im not ready for the world to find out, but so many of my friends have tumblrs so they’ll probably see this.
if you seriously read through this whole thing, i am so sorry. i dont wanna say im bored per say because i actually have a lot to do. i just felt like getting things off my chest. i always go through these emotions every weekend. its unfortuate.
alrighty, time to go pack. hope everyone has a good week! :)
p.s. ohlord. its midterm time again. midterms, you are the bane of my existence. i’d tell you to jump off a cliff, but i have to accept the fact that you are part of the college experience. its inevitable. :/
im probably defeating the purpose of putting the link here, since i’m gonna copy and paste it here for you anyways, but its fine. enjoy! :)
Does anger management really work?
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don’t know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I’d forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying “Hello.”
I politely said, “This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?” Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear “Get the right f***ing number!” and the phone was slammed down on me.. I couldn’t believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn’s correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, “You’re an asshole!” and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word ‘asshole’ next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d call him up and yell, “You’re an asshole!” It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic ‘asshole’ calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I’m calling to see if you’re familiar with our Caller ID Program?”
He yelled “NO!” and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!” and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking Spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I’d been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I’d better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
He said, “Yes, it is.” I asked, “Can you tell me where I can see it?” He said, “Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd., in Ontario. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s parked right out in front.” I asked, “What’s your name?” He said, “My name is Don Hansen,”
I asked, “When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”
He said, “I’m home every evening after five.”
I said, “Listen, Don, can I tell you something?” He said, “Yes?”
I said, “Don, you’re an asshole!”
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called asshole #1.
He said, “Hello.”
I said, “You’re an asshole!” (But I didn’t hang up.)
He asked, “Are you still there?”
I said, “Yeah,”
He screamed, “Stop calling me,”
I said, “Make me,”
He asked, “Who are you?”
I said, “My name is Don Hansen.”
He said, “Yeah? Where do you live?” I said, “Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd., in Ontario, a yellow house, I have a black Beamer parked in front.”
He said, “I’m coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.”
I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, asshole,” and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2.
He said, “Hello?”
I said, “Hello, asshole,”
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…”
I said, “You’ll what?”
He exclaimed, “I’ll kick your ***,”
I answered, “Well, asshole, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now.”
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd., in Ontario, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Ontario.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Ontario. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.