June 2011
“if you live in a white picket fence, please don’t go on pretending your life has been hard. it just makes the world look at you like you’re even more of an asshole for having it all”
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...here goes the water works...
i seen a news story today that made me think of how fucked the world is and i opened up a word document and just went for it…then i started crying like a baby (i was overdue for one)…
i think i’ll let it stay in my documents for awhile, just happy it’s out of me…basically we’re lame ass fucks and a shout out was given to one of my favorite people to have ever existed…
RIP Shiloh, I could only dream of being as amazing as you were…
It's worth the 7 years bad luck to never have to see you again...
Day Twenty-Seven: Top Five Most Annoying Things About Yourself
Besides the exterior of my existence and my spelling…
1. Tendency to over analyze people I know I love to the point that I find them fucking annoying…
2. Inability to change who I am. I can’t and will never change for another person, for that…I’ve accepted solitude.
3. Panic Attacks, yup, I have them. Usually when I’m alone, but sometimes in public…I’ve gotten really good at hiding them from people.
4. Lacking the kiss ass gene…I can’t bring myself to be that person who will kiss someone’s ass because it can get them “somewhere.” It disgusts me how fake people come across when they do that, and because I’m more a spectator than player in the human race, I can tell in less than a second when someone’s genuine or not.
5. Bunny like nature…I wish I wasn’t so quite in most normal situations and could speak up like a regular adult.
Forever Came Calling…Desert Folk Forever on the Road
Click the pic and follow the link a hilarious, informative and Warped filled interview!
all by myself, don't wann....shut up celine!
Day Twenty-Four: Top Five Things You Do During “Me-Time”
1. Write “songs”…I pretty much think I’m the shit, but everyone else just thinks I smell the part.
2. Sing…well not really, I like to sing along to The Used and Story of the Year, shit like that. Most girls want that pretty voice, i was always into screamy singing. So this has been an ongoing pastime since I was about 16.
3. Cry…boo hoo. About once a month I’ll come home to an empty apartment and let it go.
4. Make lists…as you can tell, I really fucking love lists. I think this goes back to the OCD I had as a kid.
5. …We’ll just call it, “watching Justin Bieber videos” ….
Dead Sara's Emily Armstrong on the New Album, Making Noise and Future Plans
click the pic for article magic…
they helped teach our future, we're fucked
Day Twenty-Three: Top Five Worst Teachers You’ve Ever Had
This one was hard. I could come up with at least 10 teachers that I loved for one reason or another, but ones I loathed…Hmm, this was a task. Then I got sad at the fact that at 24, I found it hard to remember all the teachers I’d had over the years. The ones from when I was younger stuck out like a fat girl in Forever 21. It was the college years that were a blur. Haha, that’s me, Ms. Party Girl. No I just didn’t care about school as much when I got there…so the teachers, although a couple left me smitten, I didn’t really give 2 shits about…With that, the list begins…
1. Ms. Brubaker: She was a rumored lesbian; not the problem at all. She was obese; again, who cares? She was the most intimidating human being I’ve ever come across…FUCK MY LIFE. I had this bitch three years in a row and in my last year of middle school I was the first person on the roll sheet, the one that got her worst in 3rd period. I still get an aching feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about running the mile in her class.
2. Mrs. Wells: It was a shame we never got along. Her husband was amazing, but when you have 99% of an honors class failing a subject, I swear you’re the problem. My mom’s still mad that I pissed this lady off at our parent/teacher meeting. That woman had it coming…
3. Umm…I don’t remember her name: My Poli-Sci teacher in college was sassy, and I liked that. What I hated? She was a smug chick who I swear had Jesse Jackson’s love child (I Googled it).
4. Again, no name: We had this sub in fifth grade that made many of the kids in our class cry. He was just an ass that my mind cannot forget.
5….Well, I’ll go with the fact that maybe all the rest were either too forgettable, or amazing at what they set out to do. So let me take this as a chance to name my top 3 favorites:
- Mr. Montague: I had him for a regular history class and he cared so fucking much about the badass kids in that class even though they made his life hell. My senior yearbook was dedicated to him, in which I wrote the words that went on his page. I’ll forever have a great respect for that man.
- Mrs. Marquis: It was a love/hate with this woman…But it was her English class in 10th grade that made me realize that hey, maybe I had some sort of “talent” putting pen to paper…
- Ms. Picarelli: The only teacher from college that knew my name and made me get into Women’s Studies. She also reminded me of Kate Walsh on Private Practice; strong, independent, professional woman…which I love and admire…
