you're like a 14 year old girl.
always trying to make people think your so unique
try and do something for yourself for a change?
…I’m pretty sure I’m a 19 year old girl, unless you know something I don’t. And I am unique, just like you’re unique in how you can’t form a proper sentence. You left the “’” out of the second “you’re” and that wasn’t really a question so I don’t know what the question mark is there for. So all in all, I’m 19 and way cool, and you need to go back to grammar school. Capeesh?
I’m not wallowing in self pity anymore. I’m taking initiative and I’m starting to go to the gym next week. I’d start this week but the membership takes a week to process. Whatever. But I’m not spending time from 5pm-12pm sitting on my ass doing nothing. I plan on going straight there from school after I get out. I would love to be able to not be out of breath when I have to walk up a couple flights of stairs. Honestly I’m not THAT out of shape. I’m just not as fit as I should be. I can’t wear tight clothes because I honestly don’t have the right body for that. I’m all lumpy where I should be flat. But I’ll get there someday. (My wedding. Oh wait, in order to get married, you actually have to date around and meet people. Never mind then.)
(I always forget to tag these posts, and end up having to edit them two seconds later. FML.)
I had an opportunity to visit Hanky’s the other day. And I heard the awful news. This past month and a half I have been meaning to email you, to see how you were doing and If I could stop by Sunrise and show you my new car. (It’s a Mercedes! I think you would be proud!) I’m sitting here in tears Dan, I feel so sorry for never visiting when I promised over and over again that I would. This is silly, because you probably thought of me as the weird girl who sat at the desk and begged you for entertainment haha, but I really considered you the grandfather that I never really had. I can clearly see you walking across the hall after eating nothing for breakfast, on your way to get your wheel chair to sit next to me. Ugh god, and your funny jokes, that in all fairness buddy, weren’t all that funny haha. But they’d make me laugh and I’d sit there and text them to friends who turned around and called me corny lol. You also stood up for me, and you got my sense of humor which a lot of people don’t. Especially when my boss questioned you about that time when I said “Go away Dan, I’m reading!” But of course I never wanted you to go away! You were awesome and the only person in that place I could actually hold a conversation with. And you said that to me numerous amounts of times, and I always was so honored. In all fairness, you were pretty kick-ass Dan. I’m not gonna lie, snot is running down my nose right now, and you’d probably tell me to buck up and clean myself up, but I feel so awful that I found out two weeks after it happened. I feel like calling sunrise right now and giving them a piece of my mind. They knew of our friendship, that’s why my boss didn’t pay attention to me telling you to go away that one time. She always saw us together and how we acted around each other. I remember you keeping me company on those rare occasions I’d actually sort the mail out and do my job haha.Wanna know something funny? I made a friend who lived across the street from where I lived and Hanky’s is. That’s the reason I was on our old block, because I couldn’t find any damn parking. And I ended up parking right in front of Hanky’s so I figured I’d stop in, say hello to that sweet lady who used to come and visit you. You used to tell her when I was little I’d steal the swedish fish in their store, you jerk! (I never did and you know it!)
But I know you’re happy with your wife now, you always used to talk about how much you loved her.
I’m gonna stop by Hanky’s again in a few days and bring her flowers when I visit you at Madonna Cemetery.
I’ll give you some swedish fish for the road, sir.
And just write shit tons of stuff on here. Blogger is nice but I seem to get super sick of it, and Tumblr is just way more prettier. As of right now, I really have nothing to share because my life is as entertaining as watching a plant grow. BUT! When something exciting does happen, I will be sure to announce it. Because I know you are just DYING to know lol. (that was complete sarcasm by the way.)
you're absolutely beautiful. i love your piercing, perhaps, because i want one but know that it would not look the same on me. okay..thats all! <3 taaaa taaaaa ps. its clarissa! haha im too lazy to login
Hahaha Clarissa, I just have to ask you one thing. HOWCOULDYOUSPELLMYNAMEWRONG!
I can’t help this. I just can’t. I feel like I could stay in my bed forever. Hide my body and all my insecurities under my covers so that way no one could see them. It shouldn’t pain me to walk from my car to were I work, but it does. I feel like everyone is judging me. Critiquing me on how I look, walk, speak. My posture isn’t great, I hunch over when I walk. I’m not thin, no matter how badly I try to hide my flaws, apparently they are quite noticeable. I have to de-tag pictures of myself, because I am so ashamed. People make me feel so uncomfortable. I don’t want to go to class tomorrow. I don’t want to sit, hunched over, looking like a mess. I don’t want to speak out in class, and have people look at me. I want to be hidden. I can’t even keep crying, because my mother will be home from work soon, and the minute she sees a red nose and puffy eyes she gets worried, and then I’ll have to explain. But she’s heard this way too many times, just like I’ve heard it from her. But it’s never this extreme. My one friend is calling my acting this way immature, and that I should grow up. The other is too concerned with her newfound dating life. One good friend is being there and I can’t even open up about this because I’m so god damned embarrassed.
People can be mean. They know what hurts you and they’ll go for the jugular. I get told “it’ll only bother you if you let it.” Well, it’s bothering me, and I’ve let it happen. It’s taken over my day, and I doubt tomorrow will be any better, since I’ll have to get up and face the world again. So what exactly is my next step then?
you are fat-er than most of the pix you show on facebook.
First of all, you didn’t even spell “fatter” right thus making you sound like an even bigger asshole than you already do. Second, not only are you an asshole, you’re a pussy as well. This probably means that you’re a bigger pussy when you’re not trying to put down girls anonymously on formspring. So let’s go over what’s correct ; you say I’m fat, whereas a whole bunch of other people keep saying I’m attractive, you’re a big asshole, and also a pussy. All clear? Good. You can go kill yourself now.
A friend of mine goes to Brown and she has a chemistry class with Emma Watson. She said one day Emma answered a question correctly and someone in the back shouted, "TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" She wasn't happy.
…Ignoring Clay’s significant role in Harold’s life, the county continued to treat Harold like he had no family and went to court seeking the power to make financial decisions on his behalf. Outrageously, the county represented to the judge that Clay was merely Harold’s “roommate.” The court denied their efforts, but did grant the county limited access to one of Harold’s bank accounts to pay for his care. What happened next is even more chilling. Without authority, without determining the value of Clay and Harold’s possessions accumulated over the course of their 20 years together or making any effort to determine which items belonged to whom, the county took everything Harold and Clay owned and auctioned off all of their belongings.
Adding further insult to grave injury, the county removed Clay from his home and confined him to a nursing home against his will. The county workers then terminated Clay and Harold’s lease and surrendered the home they had shared for many years to the landlord. Three months after he was hospitalized, Harold died in the nursing home. Because of the county’s actions, Clay missed the final months he should have had with his partner of 20 years. Compounding this tragedy, Clay has literally nothing left of the home he had shared with Harold or the life he was living up until the day that Harold fell, because he has been unable to recover any of his property. The only memento Clay has is a photo album that Harold painstakingly put together for Clay during the last three months of his life.
"Imagine that you are an artificial intelligence that is slightly below or just at the level of being able to pass the turing test. You are communicating via english text with another artificial intelligence (somewhere around turing test passing level) named RU_5678VX. (give yourself a name) The artificial intelligence asks you to explain some feature of human beings. (You can choose consciousness, thinking, the human self as story/narrative, ability to use language creatively, or some other feature that reflects the topic in the readings.) Write out your explanation of (some feature of) human beings to that RU_5678VX will be able to better understand humans. You may wish to use a question and answer format in which RU_5678VX asks a serious of questions and you respond. Or you may wish to interpret the assignment in some other way. Please ask if you are diverging from the main idea of an AI explaining some feature(s) of human beings to another AI. Rather than obsessing too much about how to approach this assignment, i suggest just picking some feature and using the readings to explain it."
My advisor is 100 times more qualified to talk to me about career choices than my mothers stupid client, who failed to even show up the last time I agreed to talk to her. Eff that, it's not happening. I have no interest to hear what she has to say. Period. Just because you know ONE single person who probably didn't major in Women's Studies mom, doesn't mean I need to talk to them. I won't be enlightened. That's what my fucking advisor is for on campus. It's my life mom, and if you're having regrets about not going to college, well I'm sorry but no way in hell are you going to live vicariously through me. Having a good job is important, but having money is not everything. When people tell you their kids are majoring in nursing, you give me a look and go "Oh really, that's great, they make amazing money." Yeah mom, It's not what I want to do with my life. Get over it. Fuck you, very much.