AAAAH IM SO TIRED OF MOVING MY FINGERS I JUST WANT TO SLEEEP I GUESS ILL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK THIS BLOG IS SHIT I KNOW IM DESEPERATE BYE.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
BRO FIST
46.Spend more time with my brother:
I really can't say we spent lot of time together, but we did go out from time to time with our other cousins.. Oh and we swam together, He even invited me to go out with him and his gf.. She had to cancel it though so yea..
But still, I guess that's the closes I ever got to him and that's a fucing start people.
WARNING
Hello, I'm sorry about how very short those next blog posts will be, but I kinda forgot the details of my summer failures, because at that time, I was too lazy to blog.. Yes I'm a pooptart, sue me. And I'm kinda going to this camp for 4 days starting from tomorrow, and I'm going to be WIFILESS. AND I'm supposed to SOCIALIZE.
Awh, don't be sorry, I might survive haf a day, who knows? i might even get to the night.
And by the time I come back, It'll be a school day, so I don't know if I'll be able to blog until the other week, by then summer will be over and I want to at least fucking brag about my failures before school ACTUALLY starts, do ya know what I mean?
I'm actually missing my first day at a new school because of that stpid camp I've been dying to go to..
Shitty Hairstylists
1.Have a complete make-over.
I STILL DIDNT GET A NOSE RING SHUT THE FUCK UP.
But oh well I kinda am a ginger right now.
I dyed my hair Ombre ginger last week and dad still gasps whenever he sees mee.. Yup, it does get annoying from time to time.
I don't know why but this post is going to be as short as your dick. No offense ♥
No seriously, Idk what else to say, it was supposed to turn out Red/Orange/Blonde, BUT THIS SHIT DOESNT LOOK RED/ORANGE TO ME. It's more like Orange brown blond.
And hair talk is really boring so can I just stfu?
SHOPPING SPREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
25.Spend a whole day with no Social-Network.
Aha, Aha, I did it, I did it *Does stupid invisible dancce*
I spent a whole day with no Wi-Fi, No Whatsapp, No Facebook .. *Insurts all social media wevsites and apps that I use here* No friends, NADA.
Instead of that bullcrap, I went shopping with dad, mum and my aunt.. Hihi. Oldies shopping.. and me..
So we went to Ceuta (A Spanish city in close proximity to our place, just about 37 minutes of road) (I actually don't know why I said Spanish, I mean it's not really theirs, they stole it, but then who am I to judge?) the city of shopping (It's not really a city of shopping, I just call it that cause we never go there unless to shop, or sometimes just to have a picnic).
I don't love shopping much cause I get tired and I miss food, since I'm busy trying this trying that, but I somehow enjoyed it with my mum and aunt. (dad goes to different stores so yeah)
I didn't even buy lot of things, just a simple long black dress that I later regreted buying, a 'weirdo' crop top that has become my favorite top, A mother-daughter bracelet, one for her and one for me, an infinity ring, one for my bitch and one for me, a Turtle necklace, It's so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute, some black and pink Vans kinda looking, an Aqua blue and pink color hairspray.
Oh, and I ALMOST LOST MY PHONE. Halleluijah.
No really, I left it at a shop and went to the other shop, thank god, nobody took it. My baby.
Gee, I sound like my cousins.
Well goodnight Honey ..
(So I wrote this ages agoo, when holiday was still a little baby, but For some reason I kept it as a draft, and tbh, this is very lame, this whole blog is so lame, I AM SO LAME. I can't even-)
Aha, Aha, I did it, I did it *Does stupid invisible dancce*
I spent a whole day with no Wi-Fi, No Whatsapp, No Facebook .. *Insurts all social media wevsites and apps that I use here* No friends, NADA.
Instead of that bullcrap, I went shopping with dad, mum and my aunt.. Hihi. Oldies shopping.. and me..
So we went to Ceuta (A Spanish city in close proximity to our place, just about 37 minutes of road) (I actually don't know why I said Spanish, I mean it's not really theirs, they stole it, but then who am I to judge?) the city of shopping (It's not really a city of shopping, I just call it that cause we never go there unless to shop, or sometimes just to have a picnic).
I don't love shopping much cause I get tired and I miss food, since I'm busy trying this trying that, but I somehow enjoyed it with my mum and aunt. (dad goes to different stores so yeah)
I didn't even buy lot of things, just a simple long black dress that I later regreted buying, a 'weirdo' crop top that has become my favorite top, A mother-daughter bracelet, one for her and one for me, an infinity ring, one for my bitch and one for me, a Turtle necklace, It's so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute, some black and pink Vans kinda looking, an Aqua blue and pink color hairspray.
Oh, and I ALMOST LOST MY PHONE. Halleluijah.
No really, I left it at a shop and went to the other shop, thank god, nobody took it. My baby.
Gee, I sound like my cousins.
Well goodnight Honey ..
(So I wrote this ages agoo, when holiday was still a little baby, but For some reason I kept it as a draft, and tbh, this is very lame, this whole blog is so lame, I AM SO LAME. I can't even-)
Angels have scars too.
34.Write very deep song lyrics:
Anyway, here is the song that I wrote with the help of this gorgeous guy I met on Experience Project (Betch, don't judge) named Michael, and no he is not a clifford. That I already made sure of.
I knew this
girl who was too good to live in this world..
Quiet, but
kind, she knew no other than honest words.
At the age
of Five, she spread happiness around wherever she went,
It seemed
like every flower she passed by, for her majesty bent,
Praising
her golden soul with a lovely scent.
At the age
of Eight, they called her ugly for being smart,
But her
momma told her that beauty is judged only by the heart,
So she
shrugged it off but that stole from her a tiny part.
At the age
of 11, her momma left leaving a void in
her troubled soul,
She sat at
her grave feeling everything but whole,
Crying with
every breath she took, with eyes that turned dull.
At the age
of 14, still broken and disoriented,
She gave in
to the first boy who showed her how love felt,
He made her
sweet promises that she thought he meant.
At the age
of 15, that guy left her too,
Replaced
her with a prettier girl or two,
Betrayal dwelled in her heart and there was no momma
to tell her what to do.
At the age
of 16, she started to recover,
And there
was left no saddnes for her to cover,
She shut
down her feelings thinking all the pain will be over.
At the age
of 17, she met a new friend,
Who lead
all her miseries to an end,
. .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . . .
At the age
of 18, all the masks fell,
Her fake
heaven turned out to be a bloody hell,
Making her
pain bulge and swell
At the age
of 19, she practiced an art on her skin,
Wearing
only long sleeves to cover her artwork of chagrin,
She lost a
battle, an angel like her would never win.
At the age
of 20, she decided this is no place for her,
She wrote a
goodbye note, and ate a dozen pills of Pamelor
Covered
with a white sheet, she layed in her bed as everything else started to blur.
(Btw, I have no idea what kind of pills are Pamelor, but I JUST COULDNT FIND ANYTHING THAT WOULD RHYME OK FUCK YOU.)
Food is bae.
68.Have a lazy day.
Apperantly, most of my summer days were lazy days.
Let's just goddamn face it, I'm lazy as fuck. Do you excpect a lazy person to go out and socialize? Goddamn no. I wouldn't even trust myself to go get some food if I got hungry while being lazy. And let me assure you, I loooooooove food.
Food is life, food is bae.
Amen.
Anyway, this blog is going to be very short because it'd be contradictory to take too much time and effort writing a blog post about Laziness..
Yeah, Bye.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
I'm sick of people's bullshit.
I know this is not the best appology I can offer for disappearing like that but Yay, I'm back from the dead, now shall we move on to my infinite ranting?
Ya know there is this HUGE downside of being the kind caring one?
Goddamit, I'm just so sick to death of taking people's bullshit up my ass all I want to do right now is wrap my tiny hands around somebody's throat and see the life suck out of their faces. Literally. I'm sorry if I'm creeping you out, tbh, I'm kinda getting goose bumbs myself.
But I just need an ear right now. Because honestly, I'm sick, so sick of having to sacrifice my every time to listen to people's problems and help them, because whenever I need someone to talk to, every single one of them turns their backs on me, as if I'm completely nothing. Can't you hear me? I'm screaming for your attention, but whenever I try to reach for your hand, you fold your arms pushing me away. Oh so is that your own way of showing me how much you care about me? Okay then excuse me for being a delusional bitch.
It just seems like nobody even cares anymore.
We're all so self-centered, 'Me' is all that matters for us.
It's kinda sad. Because if you think of it, you're on your own in this life. No matter how many friends you're surrounded with, they still would choose themselves over you, beacuse that's just human nature. And humans are naturally selfish.
No matter how much we care for someone, we still care for ourselves a lot more because at the end, we all lead our different pathes.
Anyway, that was so out of topic. I was just having one of those 'Life is so weird' spiritual philosophical moments where you just sit and stare at one point and wander to a different dimmension. I'm not sure if that only happens to me though..
What I'm trying to say is that I think all kind cheerful people should have their annual day where they just freAKING STOP CARING. Where they could be selfish, they could go quiet and depressing, they could snap at people, cry and sob and scream and punch walls and make weird whale noises because they just can't take it anymore.
I want to be able to, at lease once a year, vent.
I want to vent and vent and vent without having to be worried of being judged as a drama queen, without having to worry about other's feelings.
I want to vent because even though I come out as gentle and kind and sweet, there is this HUGE beast inside of me craving for something to kill, craving to scream, and it just wants to gets out. It wants to be set free. And one cannot keep his anger inside for too long before exploding.
And I'm pretty sure that's what every kind person wants.
To vent.
Who knows? Maybe someday, we'll be able to make it a world wide annual day.
The venting day. How awesome would that be?
Ya know there is this HUGE downside of being the kind caring one?
Goddamit, I'm just so sick to death of taking people's bullshit up my ass all I want to do right now is wrap my tiny hands around somebody's throat and see the life suck out of their faces. Literally. I'm sorry if I'm creeping you out, tbh, I'm kinda getting goose bumbs myself.
But I just need an ear right now. Because honestly, I'm sick, so sick of having to sacrifice my every time to listen to people's problems and help them, because whenever I need someone to talk to, every single one of them turns their backs on me, as if I'm completely nothing. Can't you hear me? I'm screaming for your attention, but whenever I try to reach for your hand, you fold your arms pushing me away. Oh so is that your own way of showing me how much you care about me? Okay then excuse me for being a delusional bitch.
It just seems like nobody even cares anymore.
We're all so self-centered, 'Me' is all that matters for us.
It's kinda sad. Because if you think of it, you're on your own in this life. No matter how many friends you're surrounded with, they still would choose themselves over you, beacuse that's just human nature. And humans are naturally selfish.
No matter how much we care for someone, we still care for ourselves a lot more because at the end, we all lead our different pathes.
Anyway, that was so out of topic. I was just having one of those 'Life is so weird' spiritual philosophical moments where you just sit and stare at one point and wander to a different dimmension. I'm not sure if that only happens to me though..
What I'm trying to say is that I think all kind cheerful people should have their annual day where they just freAKING STOP CARING. Where they could be selfish, they could go quiet and depressing, they could snap at people, cry and sob and scream and punch walls and make weird whale noises because they just can't take it anymore.
I want to be able to, at lease once a year, vent.
I want to vent and vent and vent without having to be worried of being judged as a drama queen, without having to worry about other's feelings.
I want to vent because even though I come out as gentle and kind and sweet, there is this HUGE beast inside of me craving for something to kill, craving to scream, and it just wants to gets out. It wants to be set free. And one cannot keep his anger inside for too long before exploding.
And I'm pretty sure that's what every kind person wants.
To vent.
Who knows? Maybe someday, we'll be able to make it a world wide annual day.
The venting day. How awesome would that be?
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