This would be nice; 1975 Mustang Cobra.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Some Days In Words.
Starting with Wednesday:
Waited around my house for millions of hours while the cable man and my dad fixed my house. Drilled holes and stuff into the house 'cause it's so old. We now have cable and Internet. Then went to Sylmar to clean out the old house. Picked up Kia 'cause I haven't seen her in aaages, she helped. Well not really, sat there and talked ha. Decided to go to Target to shop before my trip and experienced the most ridiculous traffic EVER. Did the loddi daa through the store and left. Went to her house, watched an episode of Tough Love and left. Got home and Marci came. Went to some queer boy's kickback and saw many random people. Murder everyone in beer pong. It works when I throw and she drinks. Nicknamed Candace Parker lol, my shot is niiice. "Get 'em." Anyway, had to rush home all quick like 'cause my mom thought I was lying. She found a men's jacket and thought I had someone over the house. Got all the way home and come to find out it was my dad's from earlier that day -_-. Too pissed 'cause my night was virtually over at that point. Marci left me for her girlfriend and I was left to pack.
Thursday:
Up at 7:53; Thanksgiving texts. Got about 5890 messages that day all saying the same thing -_-. Finished packing while watching Like Mike. Went to Grandpa Fred's and I must say this was the lamest Thanksgiving ever. I was annoyed, hungry and bothered all day. Left as soon as possible to get home to leave for Seattle (where I am now). Went to Los Angeles to pick up the children from their father and caught up with those cousins a bit... Off to LAX. First and foremost, I hate airports. Getting through security is stupid, especially when Loyola High School's graduating class of 2006 works the frisking section -_-. I'm 5'4 and 123 lbs, I promise my phone with Shannon Brown on the background is not harboring any killer killer conspiracies. And I'm sure the jeans I'm wearing don't have lethal weapon in them. Mhm, harassed at LAX. Got on the plane and realized I left my iPod in my car. Ruined the whole night for me. Blah blah, fasten your seat belts, blaah. I'm in a different state.
Friday:
Black Friday, to be exact. Annoyed times 32. Only got two pairs of pants(.. but we're going shopping tomorrow at the super mall or something). All me and mother do is argue and my stomach can only take so much. Case in point: I wanted an ice cream cone but 'cause it costed $4.99 and it was 46 degrees out I was told no. I'm a big girl so I was ok w/ that. But my mother had to throw in a "now she has an attitude," I went off. So this then looked like I was having a temper tantrum about not getting ice cream, when actually I was pissed about being disrespected. In the end I wanted to go home and go to bed. Well this was after about 9 other arguments. Uh then went to the grocery store, a huge grocery store, more arguments. Went to bed real early, like 9 something.
Saturday:
That's today. Went to this whack church and we were super late so we were only there for like 17 minutes. Uh there are nooo black people out here, not happy. Minority on a different level -_-. Came home and cooked dinnaa. Mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and the turkey was all made by me. Mhm gutted and seasoned a turkey. Grossness. As of right now, I need a nap. Food will be ready in about an hour or so.
I get to use the D300 and be merry. That's the only thing that's keeping me sane. Now all I need is for it to snow. Disappointed, annoyed, and all of the above.
Waited around my house for millions of hours while the cable man and my dad fixed my house. Drilled holes and stuff into the house 'cause it's so old. We now have cable and Internet. Then went to Sylmar to clean out the old house. Picked up Kia 'cause I haven't seen her in aaages, she helped. Well not really, sat there and talked ha. Decided to go to Target to shop before my trip and experienced the most ridiculous traffic EVER. Did the loddi daa through the store and left. Went to her house, watched an episode of Tough Love and left. Got home and Marci came. Went to some queer boy's kickback and saw many random people. Murder everyone in beer pong. It works when I throw and she drinks. Nicknamed Candace Parker lol, my shot is niiice. "Get 'em." Anyway, had to rush home all quick like 'cause my mom thought I was lying. She found a men's jacket and thought I had someone over the house. Got all the way home and come to find out it was my dad's from earlier that day -_-. Too pissed 'cause my night was virtually over at that point. Marci left me for her girlfriend and I was left to pack.
Thursday:
Up at 7:53; Thanksgiving texts. Got about 5890 messages that day all saying the same thing -_-. Finished packing while watching Like Mike. Went to Grandpa Fred's and I must say this was the lamest Thanksgiving ever. I was annoyed, hungry and bothered all day. Left as soon as possible to get home to leave for Seattle (where I am now). Went to Los Angeles to pick up the children from their father and caught up with those cousins a bit... Off to LAX. First and foremost, I hate airports. Getting through security is stupid, especially when Loyola High School's graduating class of 2006 works the frisking section -_-. I'm 5'4 and 123 lbs, I promise my phone with Shannon Brown on the background is not harboring any killer killer conspiracies. And I'm sure the jeans I'm wearing don't have lethal weapon in them. Mhm, harassed at LAX. Got on the plane and realized I left my iPod in my car. Ruined the whole night for me. Blah blah, fasten your seat belts, blaah. I'm in a different state.
Friday:
Black Friday, to be exact. Annoyed times 32. Only got two pairs of pants(.. but we're going shopping tomorrow at the super mall or something). All me and mother do is argue and my stomach can only take so much. Case in point: I wanted an ice cream cone but 'cause it costed $4.99 and it was 46 degrees out I was told no. I'm a big girl so I was ok w/ that. But my mother had to throw in a "now she has an attitude," I went off. So this then looked like I was having a temper tantrum about not getting ice cream, when actually I was pissed about being disrespected. In the end I wanted to go home and go to bed. Well this was after about 9 other arguments. Uh then went to the grocery store, a huge grocery store, more arguments. Went to bed real early, like 9 something.
Saturday:
That's today. Went to this whack church and we were super late so we were only there for like 17 minutes. Uh there are nooo black people out here, not happy. Minority on a different level -_-. Came home and cooked dinnaa. Mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and the turkey was all made by me. Mhm gutted and seasoned a turkey. Grossness. As of right now, I need a nap. Food will be ready in about an hour or so.
I get to use the D300 and be merry. That's the only thing that's keeping me sane. Now all I need is for it to snow. Disappointed, annoyed, and all of the above.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
“ Because sometimes you have something you need to say but you can’t because the words won’t come out or you get scared or you feel stupid, so if you could write a song and sing it then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful. And people would listen and you wouldn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself, but all of us can’t be songwriters so some of us will never be able to say what we’re thinking or what we want other people to know what we’re thinking… so we’ll never get the chance to make things right again ever." — Gilmore Girls
EXACTLY !
EXACTLY !
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The End.
I have way too much sense for people. I have way too much common knowledge. I way too much logic. I have way too much consideration for other people. And I have way too much to do to keep dwelling on one thing. I comfort way too many issues. I contain too much anger. I give too much help. And I really have too much hope. I need to be comforted, and such. I obviously will only find this within myself.
This is my problem: I care while nobody else does. I wish I weren't a female. I just know that everything would be so much easier if my genitals hung down a little bit. This is the very last time its gna be a "Fuck Mariah." The last people I would think that would stop caring, have. I'm too tired.I don't completely give up because I think that if I care, something will happen. Too much of what I believe in is brought to shambles. This is why no one seems to know me: my heart has and will never be on my sleeve. I don't want to talk to anyone about my feelings cause the last people I thought that would stop caring, have. Those are the people I'd probably tell. I, personally, can only give/ take so much. My days are way too long for mental capacity. There aren't enough hours in a day to get anything done, but there's plenty of time for drama to arise.
This is my problem: I care while nobody else does. I wish I weren't a female. I just know that everything would be so much easier if my genitals hung down a little bit. This is the very last time its gna be a "Fuck Mariah." The last people I would think that would stop caring, have. I'm too tired.I don't completely give up because I think that if I care, something will happen. Too much of what I believe in is brought to shambles. This is why no one seems to know me: my heart has and will never be on my sleeve. I don't want to talk to anyone about my feelings cause the last people I thought that would stop caring, have. Those are the people I'd probably tell. I, personally, can only give/ take so much. My days are way too long for mental capacity. There aren't enough hours in a day to get anything done, but there's plenty of time for drama to arise.
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