Thursday, May 20, 2010
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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"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.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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