Maximum Strength, Sensitive.

From recent results on a personality test I took, I am satisfied with where I am. Through this test, my psychology teacher was able to figure out that I am in a committed relationship in which I am veeery stubborn and I have a small group of friends I normally choose to associate, although I express a want for social inclusion. A mouth full right ? Also in my stubborness I would not be good in a big workplace such as sales. I don't have patience to deal with customers or the employer. Mind you, these are words from my pych teacher on how I normally interact. Anyway he was able to tell I am in a relationship because I have a low want/ need for affection & attention, I already get it.

Most of what he determined is pretty dead on. I'm just happy I can be told I am satisfied with who I am (:

You know those moments you can't put into words ? I don't have those anymore. Well scratch that, rewind. I have those, only w/ a certain someone. I can't dwell in my mind anymore & go on miniature excursions w/ subtle dissertations at the end. I like need the stimuli & reassurance. Not only from my certain someone but from everything. I need it to just keep me occupied. No, this is not another symptom of my ADD, its what I actually feel.

I feel the world is going at 18,000,000 mph, spinning & spinning, but the gravitational pull is not enough for I'm whirling over continents. Continents like Antarctica, where its cold to keep a friend too far but the company's too frigid to stay close. Over Africa where I can't find comfort because I don't know where I come from. Through Europe where the people don't know me but judge because of where I'm from. Born & raised in North America, proud of my upbringing but continuously have been brought down.

"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."

14 month.

AIM Poppin -_-

After much drama & turmoil in the past three days, much drama I haven't really voiced, my text/ call abilities are null & void. Denied. I thought I was going to die until I quickly realized I still have internet. Its been Facebook Mobile & AIM and I've really been okay.

This drama has brought about the question of where I am going to live after this school year. Trying not to think about it too much, just waiting to see how it all pans out.

Currently I am in the race of being on my school's Associated Student Body (ASB). Running to be the Commissioner of Athletics & Awards. Writing speeches, putting up fliers next weeek Ha, vote for me.

I wonder what things used to be like. I can't remember, everythings muffled by what's happening now. Nothing now is what I can even begin to remember. I want the past & part of the future. I want the truth with enough said. Being in the dark is so lonely, although when the light shines, I don't like what I see. Letting my mind wander no longer fulfills my time off. It scares me to think of what could be happening and what I'm sure might be. I think back and this is just as the past was. I've always been in the dark, wondering. Only now when my mind wanders I can't take too much of it.

I love Google (:

Burned My Tongue,

& got my license.

I just can't make myself do what's right.

I've brought myself to the conclusion that I rather be anywhere but home. Actually if I could stay in my room, locked up in there, w/ my essentials I'd be just fine. If I were able to come and go as I please and still reside in my room w/ the things I need, I'd be just fine.

I'm not strong I only pretend to be. I hold my head high, chin up, and moving through the room. I am thee Arm Wrestle Champ of the world, well the Lightweight Arm Wrestle Champ. Never backing down from any challenge, you know, only if I know I'll win. Walking through this room with my chin up and with all the odds against me. I don't see it that way. All the confidence, zeal and strength. Took them out one by one without contemplating a single blow.

The best way I know of to win an argument is to start by being in the right.

Kia Asked.

In Front Of My House.

Walking To Kia's

El Torito :D

Taylor's ass ha.

How Raggedy Can A Bitch Be ?

Lol.

Conquers All
Love is that one emotion that makes enemies into friends and friends into enemies. So many legends surround this emotion, from the goddess Athena and Helen of Troy to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Love comes in so many different levels, that it doesn't appear to be the same emotion at all.

There are many components to love. First, in order to love another they must first learn to love themselves. A person has to love who they are mentally, physically and spiritually. Second, love consists of a spiritual connection between two people. It is willingness to sacrifice yourself for the one you love. But love is not eternal it will come to an end one way or another, but the aspect that separates true love from illusion, is the way love ends. "True love" is much too powerful to be destroyed by human imperfection; it may be only destroyed by a force equal to the power of love.

Diotima believed that "Love is wanting to possess the good forever." In other words love is the desire to be immortal and the only way that we are able to obtain immortality is through reproduction. Since the act of reproduction is a form of sexual love, then sexual love is in fact a vital party of "true love". Sexual love is not eternal. This lust will soon fade, but the part of love that is immortal.

Most people never realize the true potential or value of love, nor do they learn to practice the art of love. It is usually very poorly defined. People think they are in love, but can’t explain it. There is a great deal of confusion and cross-referencing of the terms love, romance, infatuation, affection, and tenderness. Love does not come and go. It is merely a state of feeling that overcomes romance infatuation and so on.

In the poem "A Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns, there is many suggestions of love. Throughout the poem the speaker symbolizes his love for someone. He uses different metaphors to get his point across about how he feels about this particular person. However, what makes this poem differ from other common love poems is that it emphasizes how the author leaves but will always love the other person thus making love endless.

Of My Essays, Written Last Year.

Break It Down Like..

Fcking Jamie Foxx's voice. Hands down, my favorite thing I've watched in a minute.

Relax.

If they're speaking on the years I am experiencing right now, I'd beg to differ. High School & everything it brings. That's all I know right now & I'd have to say that I'm living it. At this point when I'm done with high school, I won't miss it. I won't miss too much of it at least. Literally 3months left of the 2008-2009 year, and I'm too grateful. Too ready for summertime, beach everyday, I promise.

pretty reflection.

goodday, ha greatday.
trackintheAM, goodnight.

Fire & Desire

3:40-Teena Marie, gives me chills ha.

& this is my truth.

I won't go into detail for I don't want to imply anything.

Although, I'd probably only be implying something about my character.

Hm, yea, I'm still not going into detail.

For one lone stretch of time I lived with the intensity displayed by those chronic numbers players who see clues to their fortune in the most minute and insignificant phenomena: in clouds, in dreams, comic strips. Now I'm in a foot race with myself looking back at my old self that flew without wings and plunged from great heights.

you'll find that life's worth living, if you just smile.

I find myself overcompensating, like for the littlest things. Probably because I'm too passive. So I feel myself trying to make up for what i haven't said/done. Like when I'm driving, I apparently go too fast but that's only because I feel I need to go as fast as everyone else. That's just an example, a simple example, but it's too true.

"J'ai besoin de vous plus que tout, mais je veux autant de plus."

Happy Mardi Gras.

Busted Missions For Shopping.

Got Shantal, then Americana :D

Gilly Hicks. Ok this store called Gilly Hicks is like the Abercrombie lingerie store. Unmentionables and shit. The artwork was all half naked men, rather bold if you ask me.

& then fcking queer books in the dressing rooms. Flowers & like men bathing. Came across this disturbing shit. I don't know how pleasing this is to look at while changing into bras & panties. Half naked men flipping each other in a pool -_-

Free Pancakes. Had 7, mhm seven whole ones.

Shantal & Marci give me a deafening headache.

This doesnt even sum up the day, just bits and pieces.

Self-Professed, Profound.

Nobody's home, looking so vacant.

Some Unholy War.

I wrote something like this before, ha.