Tyler Algozinno

Oh, how I miss this show.

Senior year & high school is over. Grad Nite tonight and graduation on Saturday. Everyone's all sad and cryin, I'm chillin.  Summer is back, well not in California where it can't make up it's on mind on weather.

Name: Mariah Dyson
Age: 18.

DOB: Feb3.

Zodiac Sign: Figure it out.

Height: 5’4

Single/Taken: Taken, don't question it.

Orientation: Straight.

Nationality: Creole, to say the least.

Location: California's Valley

Likes: The Lakers, on a good day.

Dislikes: Human tendencies.

Disclaimer: That picture is not of me, I found it on Google.

So everyone should now use Blogger through DRAFT BLOGGER. It's the easiest way to post and customize your blog page.I just found it today by searching google for easier ways for a template. I don't know why it's like hidden from the greater public, but everyone should start using it now !

Um, ew.

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Super Throwback.

2007, when I used to call him Brent & I didn't think I would like him.

"Goal- oriented"

“Do you ever just get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile & you don’t want to fake being happy but at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either, there isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone, people have stopped being comforting, & being alone never was. At least when you’re alone no one constantly asks you what’s wrong & there isn’t anyone who won’t take “I don’t know” for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon & that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.

I wonder what the clouds taste like everyday. I know they don't taste like anything but I still wonder and it irks me that I can't even taste them if I wanted; they're too high. I wonder why it's okay for New York to never sleep and run up electricity bills. It leaves us all wondering why we're in a recession. I wonder why it's completely horrible to be filled with hate and okay to be filled with love. I know hate and love make me feel the same; tingly all over. I wonder why we thrive on metaphors and die for similes to express how we feel. I wonder why we believe in song lyrics. I wonder why the fact of light travel is turned into a theory of how darkness is stagnant. Darkness doesn't disappear, it only shines when light isn't present; darkness and light just made an agreement to dwell together. I wonder why every hair on my body stands up when I see him. What inside of me tells my hair to do that? I wonder why you have to share your happiness and successes in order to further them. I'm content by myself. I wonder how much I've changed. I honestly don't feel the same. I wonder why American Apparel is so American. I wonder who is actually lonely. I wonder how many days I've been alive. I wonder why I judge people solely on their grammar. I wonder why I never take the easy way out. I wonder how many songs a bird knows. I wonder which superhero would actually save me. I wonder why it's not accepted to want to be someone other than yourself. I wonder why we are taught to love others before we are taught to love ourselves. If you haven't found love yet, love yourself so no one else has to.

6,683days.

“Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won’t they? And then they finally do, and they’re happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y’know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line: it’s couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it’s right, and they’re real lucky, one of them will say something.”

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Scrubs

Death Valley, Sailing Stones

Whoa.

http://rockwoman.blogspot.com

Women need attention therefore women will complain

Develop hatred for men and say you're the one to blame. -Drake

Oh and uh, they're letting us graduate.

"Mariah is throwing up !"

Went on the Senior Trip yesterday to Santa Barbara. Exhausting day. Rented a 4 seater bike and rode up and down State St. harassing people and buying clothes. I had a great time with my actual friends, worth going I think. Um after all the touristy stuff the whole class gathered back at the beach for a dinner of pizza and salad. Since I was completely starving I got both pizza and salad. Ate all of the pizza, then moved onto the salad. As soon as I finished the salad I threw it all up. Disgusting right ? Like I was sitting there running my mouth, laughing and drinking my soda when all of the sudden I had to throw up. Literally felt funny, said I had to throw up, stood up, walked away from our blanket and threw up all the pizza and salad. I wanted to throw up from throwing up it was so bad. Anyway after about 3 minutes of it and Marci helping me, I turn around to realize the whole senior class witnessed it. Imagine my face. I don't even think I'm embarrassed but still everyone had to ask me if I was ok or not. I was fine, just now hungry because everything I had ingested was all over the Santa Barbara beach. It's clear to me now that I am allergic to something in what I ate. As soon as I was done throwing up my sinuses were back to acting up. Couldn't breathe at all. Gotta get an appointment with an allergist pronto.

Before

& after throwing up.

I'll be back later. The Track & Field Pac 10 is on.

I absolutely love Damian Marley and Nas together. Well I love Damian Marley's voice, Nas doesn't move me too much anymore. Distant Relatives (well the songs I actually like) on replay.

LOVE this ha.

"When he is the cause of your inspiration, when the world appears under a wonderful new light, when suddenly the meaning of your life is obvious..then you are in love."

All mushy and stuff, huh ? I'm in love though, so it's okay. Deeply, indefinitely, unmovingly, indescribably, and all the other philosophically, psychotically generated words lovers come up with to put in front of in love. I'm currently thinking of one new word to put in place of the tragically and effortlessly ones already used. You know, 'cause my love was painfully and wonderfully made and is undoubtedly surpassing the moon and stars. Be it that this word I come up with may not be affiliated with Webster and his dictionary, it will all the same receive acclamation from who I giveth.

Here's to the past, the 'wonder' years. Here's to the future, I'm done with the past. Here's to the present, the reason I need a drink. Here's to forever, let's get this started.

Just got home from the annual awards ceremony at Los Angeles Baptist HS. Reaffirmed my reason for never wearing skirts. Re-realized my loathe for people. And reinclinated my love for the end of school years.

Reminds me of BJ.

By the time the American child reaches their 18th year of life and 12th year of school, everything completely necessary is learned. Education is redundant, on every level. High school is redundant. I don't care how much math will be around you in everyday life, all I needed was Algebra 1. If dictionaries were still in heavy circulation as they were in the early nineties, English 10 would have been enough. God created everything for a purpose as a purpose, and I believe that. Science up to the 7th grade would have been sufficient. No one is learning from the past and the idiocracy our Fore Fathers generated, therefore those writing our history books are doing nothing for us. Those writing our history books are wasting their lives. I feel everyone who wants to remember something should write it down for themselves and remember what they wish. Columbus did not change my life and I won't be changing anyone's in the future, so don't write this down.

Over and over we are reminded that two doubled equals four. Four can also be reached by adding two by two. Common knowledge is repeated, basic comprehension is reinstated and fundamentals are recapitulated. If you read that over, you should understand. My peers who are quote unquote smarter than are nothing more that my peers who choose different lifestyles. Because they pour their lives into their education does not meant they are smarter. Shoot, yea, they're smarter. Smart enough to know that if you pour your lives into education, you'll gain more knowledge. I know that, too. So I'm also smart, I just don't choose collegiate education. I chose the route of gaining, retaining, and containing education through life. The type of life that is not apart of a curriculum with redundant tendencies.

I had more to say on this subject but my mind just went other places and I can't move on.

"Mindsets we will never move to."

And they all lived happily ever after?

My future is already written, I wrote it, and half of you won't be there, unless maybe, you pay me, even then I doubt it, I want to be paid in FunDip, no shits & giggles. Thought I should use a period. I know how frustrated I get about grammatical errors. And spelling errors. Hate them. Hate everything. Kinda sad. Well it's cool for me. Ha it's chill. Mhm. Chill. I wish that saying would die. Kinda like the word bro. Or is it spelled broh? Nah. I'm sure it's bro. I should probably use a comma or something, yup. Speaking of yup, how 'bout Trey Songz? Or no, how 'bout Chris Brown tryna be like Trey Songz with his lameass sexy mixtape? Or how 'bout everyone thinking they can have a mixtape? Or what about the fact that no one is getting paid for making a mixtape? I need a job paying at least $8.25 before I pay for studio time. Or waste time on YouTube and an instrumental. Yea, dead that. How 'bout everyone graduating & then forgetting how to spell? All on Facebook calling niggas bros and can't spell definitely correct. Speaking of Facebook, I want to delete mine. Also speaking of that, I have a boyfriend again & it's Facebook official. With comments and everything. Mhm, gag me. Speaking of gag, and like death, there was a bomb threat today at Disneyland. Someone left a backpack so the Disneyland SWAT crew thought it was a bomb. No, it was some kids' lunch. This face. Um. Keep all hands, feet and objects in the vehicles at all times. I only have two hands & two feet. Was ALL necessary? And my objects, I won't be carrying to much on the Mattahorn. I also bought my brother and sister a souvenir today. Elijah a T-shirt and Leila a book. Leila loved hers and Elijah hated his. Really disappointing. Like it honestly hurt to see his face and response. I think I'm done talking, this might turn depressing.