Sometimes I fantasize
Sometimes I fantasize about everyone dropping out of college, ripping up their social security card, burning their money, taking off all their make up, stop laughing at jokes that aren’t funny, collectively helping those in need, smiling because we’re happy and not because we’re so desperately trying to hide something, just told people how we really felt and if they don’t feel the same way just understand it and move on feeling happy with yourself that you told them, just read books and talked about them, stopped being racist but saw culture ethnicity and color recognizing it as beauty, believed differently but didn’t care because we are just so happy to have one another to keep us company and keep the lonely at bay, if we all just stopped pretending this life is a battle we can’t win. So maybe I should stop fantasizing and starting thinking.
This is not meant to be political. This is my inner child fighting to stay alive, and I will protect her, always.
Being a Saint is Practice, Being a Sinner is Art
There’s a difference between not being nice and being mean. I know because they are two very different things for me. So watch out world. Consider this a warning. People need to stop bouncing in and out of my boundaries because I’ve been counting how many times you’ve crossed the line.
I saw half his face, He read my mind.
Oh and also another day a while ago a guy that looked like the intern from The Office that looked like Matt Damon sat next to me in the foreign lab. I think he looked like him. His profile did, but seeing as I always seem to have an awkward encounter in that lab I decided not to stare or come up with some elaborate plan to see the front of his face without seeming awkward and then it becoming awkward and ending in me saying either,”I was just seeing if you looked like someone I thought you looked like, but nevermind.” or “do you know that you look like that guy that looks like that other guy?” yeah so I knew that would happen so I just kept doing what I was doing. Although I tried to look at him whenever he started facing my direction, but as soon as I would almost see his face he would turn away. It’s as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and was trolling me the whole time. He was probably a mind reader. Well if I ever see him(the side of his face again) I will be one step ahead of him!
Dinosaur Dentist Clock
I don’t have anything to write about, but I feel like writing. I’m going to the dentist today. I am having mixed emotions about it. I remember asking myself at the beginning of one of my journals, if I finally got to sit in an “adult” chair and now I just don’t care. I think it’s because I know I am not going to sit in the child chair and not have that dinosaur clock to watch while the dentist tries to talk to me. or read the colorful toothpaste flavor charts even though they are usually out of all the good ones. It is always interesting to think what I could have gotten and maybe they tasted worse.
O.o no shame…
That awkward moment when you are cleaning your room and dancing in your underwear to LMFAO’s Sexy and I know it, because you are alone in your house and you start yelling things you have done that should be only for to your pets to hear and then your mom walks in the front door and you look at her like, O.O “WHAT DID YOU HEAR WOMAN?!?”
queendickface answered: yeah, I’d say so. I’m in the same cusp so I thought i’d blurt…still, I do not know what I’m supposed to be answering so uhhm….hi there.
Hello! :{D yeah idk exactly I just wanted people to ramble. lol It’s strange, and exhilarating being a cusp. I can defiantly feel the raging ice and fire inside. lol GO CUSPERS!
Lids shut
I want someone that knows me so well that they can read my eyes, when they are shut…and I am in another dimension.
Need to up my game in the positive quadrant
One of my friends just pointed out that I always see the negative in things. He is right. Completely true. I mean I do see good things to, but the negative is more prevalent. well sometimes. :/
boring borings
Why do politicians lack a sense of humor? For example when they are on SNL why are they so boring I want to die? I don’t want to vote for boring people.
