my love is like...WOE!
get the pun there? double entendre/homophonic play on words. i am so clever. but, i feel that it cleverly encapsulates my love life, in general.
it's like WOE...cus, "WOE IS ME!"...but i shall elaborate on that a bit later.
anywho, The Mina will be providing a link soon to ONE picture of my choosing. let's hope it's a good one.
so, i'm just sitting here...got back from lunch...i should be going to go take a shower (that was my plan) but i really just want to sit here and ramble. i have lab at 2:30 until 5:30, i'll hit up dinner...and probably take a nap b/c i'll need it since i have to study for my chinese test tomorrow. the only good thing about taking tests: after you finish it, it's a little whiles before you have to take the next one...which is always nice. i'm just flipping out b/c i planned on studying for half the test yesterday, but copped out b/c YALESTATION dating is the DEVIL. its worse than AIM i tell ya...
i originally started this post as a tribute to PEOPLE. yes. i said it. it's a tribute to PEOPLE...but who said that a tribute is always a good thing...cus in my ramble, it sure ain't. and thus my manifesto begins:
"People...people who need people..."
fuck people. people are such bastards sometimes. and its not even people who can piss you the fuck off. its friends.
weird. huh? i guess that's where the line "your best friends can also be your worst enemies"...and i think that quote works because your best friends can usually cause the most damage...emotionally. *violin cues; distant solo violin begins to play* i understand how people work: we all have our own shit to do, we all have our plans, our ambitions, people we like and people that we don't, friends that we have and hook ups that we hope to attain...hell, i'm a "people", too, so i should know all this shit better than anyone else.
if that is true, then why do i feel like i don't make my friends feel as shitty as they can make me feel? is it b/c i'm super human or from nashville, tn? what the hell is it?
sometimes, my biggest fear is being forgotten...and worse than being forgotten is not being missed. so i wonder, if the bad/sad/mad feelings i have now are just byproducts of my negative karma, than who the fuck did i screw over? who the fuck did i forget along the line...my entire span of 18 years on this earth? well, i was kind of a dick to Bapple here and there in high school, but i never thought that the bad karma would amount to this, because, honestly, i feel like no one cares; the catch, however, is that deep down inside, i really DO KNOW that people do care, but the next catch is that people may care, but i don't think they care enough.
can ya dig it? what i need are people that can rely on me...AND THAT I CAN RELY ON, TOO. and by "rely on" i don't mean like "hey! you know i'm here for you!" because i know that most people i know are "there for me" in that way. but howabout, for once, it doesn't have to amount of ME needing someone for help. howabout just HAVING someone there for you? howabout having someone who keeps it from even getting to that point?...ya know, like a person who prevents the uber-depressive (granted my definition of uber-depressive is a kid on prozac's good day) states before they happen, rather than waiting for them to happen, and THEN being there for you. people who know me know (or should know) that i'm there for them...but sometimes, i don't feel like doing it anymore, because i'm too goddamn selfish, apparently, and want just ONE person (not two...not twenty) just ONE fucking human being to be reliable.
that's all i ask. RELIABILITY, GODDAMMIT!!
i know...i know...i'm really asking for a lot...
*cue for pity party to end* AND ::SCENE::
ON THAT NOTE:
i have recently discovered a reconnaissance tactic called "ghosting" on AIM...where you can make yourself disappear, but other people can see you...it's a good thing AND a bad thing. here's the quote i shall use to describe it:
"now, when you hear the *door shut* sound, you know that someone logged off...or did they...?"
it's like WOE...cus, "WOE IS ME!"...but i shall elaborate on that a bit later.
anywho, The Mina will be providing a link soon to ONE picture of my choosing. let's hope it's a good one.
so, i'm just sitting here...got back from lunch...i should be going to go take a shower (that was my plan) but i really just want to sit here and ramble. i have lab at 2:30 until 5:30, i'll hit up dinner...and probably take a nap b/c i'll need it since i have to study for my chinese test tomorrow. the only good thing about taking tests: after you finish it, it's a little whiles before you have to take the next one...which is always nice. i'm just flipping out b/c i planned on studying for half the test yesterday, but copped out b/c YALESTATION dating is the DEVIL. its worse than AIM i tell ya...
i originally started this post as a tribute to PEOPLE. yes. i said it. it's a tribute to PEOPLE...but who said that a tribute is always a good thing...cus in my ramble, it sure ain't. and thus my manifesto begins:
"People...people who need people..."
fuck people. people are such bastards sometimes. and its not even people who can piss you the fuck off. its friends.
weird. huh? i guess that's where the line "your best friends can also be your worst enemies"...and i think that quote works because your best friends can usually cause the most damage...emotionally. *violin cues; distant solo violin begins to play* i understand how people work: we all have our own shit to do, we all have our plans, our ambitions, people we like and people that we don't, friends that we have and hook ups that we hope to attain...hell, i'm a "people", too, so i should know all this shit better than anyone else.
if that is true, then why do i feel like i don't make my friends feel as shitty as they can make me feel? is it b/c i'm super human or from nashville, tn? what the hell is it?
sometimes, my biggest fear is being forgotten...and worse than being forgotten is not being missed. so i wonder, if the bad/sad/mad feelings i have now are just byproducts of my negative karma, than who the fuck did i screw over? who the fuck did i forget along the line...my entire span of 18 years on this earth? well, i was kind of a dick to Bapple here and there in high school, but i never thought that the bad karma would amount to this, because, honestly, i feel like no one cares; the catch, however, is that deep down inside, i really DO KNOW that people do care, but the next catch is that people may care, but i don't think they care enough.
can ya dig it? what i need are people that can rely on me...AND THAT I CAN RELY ON, TOO. and by "rely on" i don't mean like "hey! you know i'm here for you!" because i know that most people i know are "there for me" in that way. but howabout, for once, it doesn't have to amount of ME needing someone for help. howabout just HAVING someone there for you? howabout having someone who keeps it from even getting to that point?...ya know, like a person who prevents the uber-depressive (granted my definition of uber-depressive is a kid on prozac's good day) states before they happen, rather than waiting for them to happen, and THEN being there for you. people who know me know (or should know) that i'm there for them...but sometimes, i don't feel like doing it anymore, because i'm too goddamn selfish, apparently, and want just ONE person (not two...not twenty) just ONE fucking human being to be reliable.
that's all i ask. RELIABILITY, GODDAMMIT!!
i know...i know...i'm really asking for a lot...
*cue for pity party to end* AND ::SCENE::
ON THAT NOTE:
i have recently discovered a reconnaissance tactic called "ghosting" on AIM...where you can make yourself disappear, but other people can see you...it's a good thing AND a bad thing. here's the quote i shall use to describe it:
"now, when you hear the *door shut* sound, you know that someone logged off...or did they...?"
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