Quotes added on Tuesday, March 20 2012

I haven't been bullied because people know not to mess with me (haha).
But seriously, I feel like crying when I read the quotes about kids commiting suicide. Maybe it's not bullying though. Whatever it is, kids need to be happy. If you 

The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets <3
The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears <3
The kindest hearts have felt the most pain <3

nmq

I have died everyday waiting for you darling dont be afraid cause i have loved you for a thousand years

Something to Believe In
part 1:
 

The clock in my car ticked to 3:10. Crap, I thought, they’re going to kill me. Being late for work was never a good thing. And this is my third time this week being late. I slid into the first spot I could find in the lot; jumped out of my two door black Civic, named Sheila, locked the doors, and ran inside. The door opened and I was greeted with the aroma of freshly baked cones and the chatter of a line that reached the door. Shannen, my on-duty manager looked at me desperately as I ran into the back. I threw my keys and phone in the first available locker, and grabbed a navy blue apron off the hook, and tied it behind my back. I hurried over to the desk, and sorted through the nametags until I found the one with “Lauren” printed on it, and stuck myself twice as I rushed to put it on. I clocked in at the register, and grabbed a scoop and a spade, and plastered on my fake smile to match my fake voice as I cheerfully asked the customer what kind of ice cream they wanted. I worked at Maggie Moo’s, well, the Marble Slab. We were currently in a transformation from Maggie Moo’s to the Marble Slab, but I still wore my ratty old blueMaggie Moo’s shirt that was given to me as a part of the uniform a year ago when I first started at the job.

“Sorry,” I quickly apologized, as I scooped out a small size of the Birthday Cake, and brought it over to the slab to mix in a combination of whatever the customer told me to. I was helping a little girl who was in about fourth grade, and her eyes lit up at all the candy that was in front of her eyes.

“It’s fine, not a big deal.” Shannen said, as she ran in the back to get something. We worked quickly and frantically in attempt to get through the line, and slow everything down. An hour quickly passed as the last little boy walked out happily hand in hand with his mother and his chocolate cone already running down his face

“That. Was. Nuts.”Shannen said, “I need to go make cakes.” And she walked into the back to finish the cake orders that were due in the upcoming week. One of the reasons I enjoyed working Saturdays was because I got to see people I knew, but I could still have a life if I got out of work at 9. I grabbed a few empty pans of ice creams to the back to wash them and refilled them with full containers. The hours from 4:30 to around 6 was pretty easy considering everyone was eating dinner and no one wanted to eat ice cream, but I had to prepare everything for the night shift. Shannen was scheduled to leave at 5, and I was scheduled to work with Patty and Sara. Both managers, and used Maggie Moo’s as their second job (their first being teachers) and they were best friends. Great, more conversations to be left out of, I thought as I walked back and grabbed my phone from the locker I threw it in and back out to the front so I could twitter creep. I had two unread texts, one from one of my best friends since first grade, Megan. We had been inseparable up until last year, when she found a boyfriend to put up with her. Not that I didn’t love her to death, she was just a handful, and as soon as she met him, she dropped Jenna, my sister Christin, and I like we never meant anything to her. So we just weren’t as close anymore. And considering I worked a lot I didn’t really get to see her. Her family was very well off, and she could probably never work a day in her life and still get everything she ever wanted. Not that I was poor, I just liked earning my possessions, and according to my mom, I got that trait from her. She asked if we could hang out, and I just gave the typical response: sorry, work. The second text was from my other friend, Jordan. Being a triplet, I’ve been asked over and over and over again, “Do you like read each other’s minds.” And with a brother, I never, ever would want to read his mind, but even with my sister, we just never were on the same page. People liked to joke that we would be the perfect couple, because we were the exact opposites. She had goals for herself, and specific steps to get her there. I knew where I wanted to be, I just didn’t know exactly how to get there, and it didn’t bother me that I didn’t have a definite plan, I liked life with a little bit of unpredictability. Christin was black and white, and I was every shade of gray. Jordan, on the other hand, could have been mistaken for being my twin. Well standing next to each other, you would never guess so. I have dark brown, incredibly curly, springy hair, with brown eyes, and Italian blended skin. Jordan had perfectly straight hair, no matter how she wore it, that was strawberry blonde, but in any light it changed from blonde to brown to red, with blue eyes and slightly paler skin than me. Not to mention that I was only technically one year older than her, but two grades, and she was taller than me. We just thought the same, like we were on the same wave length, all the time. I would no sooner say something out loud, and then get a text from her saying the same thing, when we weren’t even remotely in the same place. We jokingly called each other twins, but sometimes it was honestly scary how much we were alike. We listened to the same music, liked the same foods, hated the same foods, and music. She even introduced me to this band called One Direction. She first got my attention by saying, “five hot British guys,” but then she showed me a song and they were actually decent. She texted me telling me that she was coming into get ice cream later, and seeing what kind they had for her sister. I texted a few flavors that I knew her sister would like, and walked back out front to the monotonous cleaning routine. I just wanted this shift to be over; I need something new to my life.



 

I ain't no hipster , but I can make your hips stir (;