“When you think of classy, overpriced clothing, you don’t think of half naked people. Apparently, the folks at Abercrombie & Fitch think that way. Good job, A&F. Good job.”
lol you have no idea how much i hate that type of stuff. brand clothing. why do people spend shitloads of money for a shirt that says a word on it?
EXACTLY. There’s no originality and it’s waaay too common. Plus , why the fuck would anyone spend that much. You could just buy a shirt from fuckin Wal-Mart and iron on “Shaboodles” and it’d be seven thousand times better.
Where do you think your soul is? What do you think happens to your soul when you die?
Personally, I think that my soul lies in the darkened chambers of my mind - waiting to be reunited by the Light. You know what that so called Light is, don’t you? The “Light” people mention when they’re about to tragically (and dramatically) die, you know. I say that it is in my mind because why place it in a restricted area when you can put it in a setting where your soul can manifest itself in a never-ending surrounding. How redundant does that sound? Anyways, I guess our mind is just an element of life; something we cannot live without. something that is very difficult to live without. I have another theory. I believe that our soul is something God left us with to keep our morals straight. I’m not sure if that made any sense, in my thoughts it did. Okay, I’m departing from the topic. Time to get back on track. I think that my soul will combine with someone else’s when I die. Yet, I have another theory. I believe that this is how we gain personality; the combining of two souls, creating a very unique personality. Call me crazy, I have my ideas.
It’s not really synthetic, it just seems like it. Are you confused? Well, I took off my brace earlier and somehow my ankle slid out of place (again). I popped it back in but it slid the other way. Ha, the foot gods hate me. It’s like a barbie doll leg or something to that effect.
My eyes just changed colors. It’s snazzy. They went from a charcoal black, to a light amber, to a greyish color, and then faded back to black. Of course this happened over a stretched period of time. I’m special, I just know it. :D
I had the tastiest fruits today. I am fully satisfied with today. Today was awesome. I also found all my handsanitizers. Right now they are all lined up across my desk. It looks cool. I keep thinking I’m overusing the word cool in this post, but apparently not.
Hey, I have a thin tongue. Is yours thin? And I must say, I have a pretty cute thumb. Heh. It’s adorable.
Why have you forsaken me, oh fragile body. You got hurt multiple times today, and I have to endure the pain? Ha. That’s funny; we are one. Of course I must endure a bit of pain, to be more resistant to anything else. No pain, no gain. To whomever originally said that, 5 points.
So I’m guessing reality finally caught up with him , because he finally said today that he didn’t want to __. Now , I’ve reminded him about it ever since he said he liked me. I’ll never know why he chose just now to tell me.
I wish he’d told me sooner. I…
Yaknow when Mary went to the mall with him and such he claimed he didn’t know you..
The assignment was to write some stuff that contained all 5 text structures (compare and contrast, cause and effect, sequence, problem and solution, and description) starting with “The first day of school is always interesting…”
Here it goes »
» The first day of school is always interesting. We get up super early because we want that first day to be perfect. The first thing I do on the first day of school is panic. Next, I sit on the bus anxious to arrive at the final destination, school. Every first day is the same. We all masquerade our true colors just for that one day to impress others. Quite misleading actually. The antidote to this catastrophic tragedy is to interrogate them until they break down and cry tears of truth! The first day of school is the determining factor of what you are to others where as the last day of school is the final signature on the painting you drew in people’s minds about yourself.
Okay, admit it. You thought it was horrible right? Leave me your opinions.
I didn’t like today as much as I have the past days. I don’t know why. The main point of the day was midday. And I had the best PB & J sandwich ever. One thing in particular kept strolling through the walkways of my mind (yes there is such a thing, in my head at least). I didn’t want to think it but I did. So as of now I’m trying to shake it off.
I have realized the way I type has changed a lot. It would take a while for me to explain, so I won’t. But I’m sure you know the what I mean sort of. Insert secret here.
I woke up tired again. I had a pretty weird dream:
So I was at the 8th grade dance, heh, and then I had a pretty hardcore dress on. Anyways, after that I found myself walking to my cousins house with Nary, Leslie, Shawn, Nhi, and Krisha. I don’t know how that happened lol. So when we were taking a turn into the court, we see a raggedy dude trying to kidnap a cute little girl no more than 4 years of age it seemed. So I, being a complete idiot, stand up and try to slap some sense into the creeper. He then pulls out a gun. Out of nowhere my grandma comes out and defends us with a gun. It was a fake one, but the creeper didn’t know.
He then said he’d let all of us free if I could shoot just to the left of my grandma. He gave me his gun and I was going to shoot him, but I figured I’d just go to jail. Damn. Anyways, I pulled the latch or whatever, by the way it was a cool looking gun. And then right when I was about to pull the trigger, my alarm woke me up.
It’s funny how my alarm clock knows the worst moment to wake me up, yeah? I personally wanted to complete this weird dream. I won’t ever be able to find out what happened, unless I dream it up again. That dance part was pretty nice though. lol
yeah ok. so he’s not the hottest guy in the world. so?
at least he, unlike your past “boyfriends,” don’t dump me after like 2 days. unlike them, he’s sweet. he compliments me. he doesn’t only like me for my looks, which isn’t much anyways. HE DOESN’T TEXT ME TO SAY…
Well I woke up being tired, and I forgot to eat, which evidently was not good for me. During the partner pacer my asthma started acting up, but I told the voices to fight it off. The voices are on my side. My foot starting hurting like a fiery pit of hell after a couple laps. And then afterwards it felt like it was dislocated again.
Today was a great day though. It wasn’t as awkward as I would have expected actually. I feel great. How about you?