when my sister was bigger than me, everyone would constantly make
her feel good about herself if she made self depricating remarks.
me? no. like god, they can't even say i look nice when i try and
dress nice. if I just need some reassurance, they'll just be like
"yeah, you look fat, but i gained weight too so we'll be fat
together." it really takes a toll coming from family, ya feel.
Q: what is red and bad for ur teeth?
A: a brick.
A: a brick.
sometimes I just pause and ask myself
"why am I even still living this life?" then I am like "wait,
isn't everyone doing it even if they are tired of their life?"
thats how I keeping living :3
the only thing retail has taught me is that old people
are mean, and the best time to rob a store is on a holiday
weekend; because banks are closed so stores stock up om change,
and that holiday flow of customers means money.
one of my huge problems with school was english. like, everyone
throws a fit about math they don't use in real life, but it is
important. it teaches you problem solving skills. however, english?
like after elementary school, grammar is dead. at least I never had
a grammar lesson past 5th grade. 6th tops. instead it was replaced
with poetry. and I see zero point in that. like senior year? it was
literally the history of poetry. and a lot of essay writing based
on that. and you'd get a bad grade if you didn't use proper
grammar, but we weren't taught grammar. the absolute last time I
had a grammar specific assignment in school was like 9th grade on a
standardized test. grammar is used in real life. from applying to
colleges to well every other aspect in life that requires
professionalism. yet, everything I know about grammar has been self
taught. from reading articles and eventually catching on to when
you say 'a' or 'an' to actually looking up questions related to
grammar that doesn't make sense to me. I can't remember when to use
a semi colon or not from the minimal information I was given in 3rd
grade. I just can't stand to sit in a class and learn about poetry,
bards, and ye old time instruments when I should be learning things
that'd help me further my education after high school. ALSO, I MADE
IT TO 12th GRADE, AND I WAS STILL NEVER TAUGHT THE STATES. WTF.
MOST PEOPLE LEARN THAT IN 4th GRADE. NOT ME. GIVE ME A MAP AND I
CAN SHOW YOU MY STATE, SOME SURROUNDING STATES, AND CALIFORNIA..
and texas but that is obvious because it is texas. that is all.
a lady came in to work the other day. she had her kids
with her. they looked pretty young. if I had to guess I'd say the
oldest was fourteen. anyway, she was in buying some black hair
dye, and the one girl was excitedly talking about how she was
going to be dying half her head black, and half bright red. the
mom was really into it and supportive, too. (then I popped out of
the office because I'm nosey, and they were oogling my hair..
which looks like crap because I haven't touched it up in
forever.) and it's just so nice to see supportive parents instead
of ones that take things like hair way too seriously, and refuse
to give their kids creative freedom over certain parts of their
body (I mean, not for fourteen year olds getting tattooed- age
limits for reasons, but cmon it is hair. it grows back if the
worse case scenario happens.) I hope my kids want bright colored
hair one day, if I choose to pro-create.
do you ever just stalk a past.. thing (relationship,
crush, etc) and get this weird feeling? like I am sad but I'm
not. I am jealous but of weird stuff. I'm happy for them but not
really? it's like a "oh, you broke my heart except I don't really
know if it was love anyway.. glad to know you are happy and now
living with the girl you broke up with me for, and essentially
doing everything we talked about.. that I don't really look for
in life anymore, but your life has still progressed more than
mine." kinda thing.
THEY ADOPTED A FRIGGIN' DOG WITH EACH OTHER. UGH.
THEY ADOPTED A FRIGGIN' DOG WITH EACH OTHER. UGH.
omfg, I just gave myself a heart attack. I was watching lost
(again), and decided to look down while laying down (there is a
tv at the foot of my bed and a window at the head. I had my head
the the foot, so I was looking at the window.) just when I look
down, boom. A FACE. holy crap. it literally took a minute before
I realized it was just hurley's reflection from my tv.
