MissJaime_xx

i literally never had a stage where i thought boys were icky and gross
i've literally been chasin the d since fresh out the womb


 

guys who rarely wear suits look at least 385% hotter when wearing a suit while guys who usually wear suits look 451% hotter when wearing casual clothes trust me this is science

What if people's names couldn't be the same, and everyone had to have a different name.

"Hello, this is my daughter, jamie6024789princess."

And then people started murdering others for the good names.
Hunger Names.

did you know that the macarena is about

a girl cheating on her boyfriend with two of his friends and then asking a bunch of other guys to come sleep with her?



 

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This is a story my sister found and told me:

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. " They really should get lives. " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! " He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. " Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.  

Today at school a group of students and I had to do a skit for the elementary students on what bullying is. So we showed them that bullying is something that happens everday and not just once or twice on accident. We made signs with the days of the week on it to show that it happens over a period of time and each time the sign would change the "bully" would say or do something to the "victim"

I was the "victim" in one of the skits and the "bully" was making fun of me, calling me names, you know. The entire time he was calling me stupid, said I smelled, and told me my clothes were gross. During this time maybe one or two kids would laugh, but not realy any reactions.

And then the bully said. "You are fat and ugly. You shouldn't come to school because no one wants to see your face."

After he said that there was a moment of silent and then every little kid there went "Ooohhhhhh!"

Afterwards we were standing off to the corner talking about how it went when a little boy, maybe a kindergartener came up to me.

"I just wanted to let you know that you aren't fat or ugly. You are really really pretty, and that boy shouldn't of lied to you." He then turned to the guy that way being the bully. "You do not call a girl fat or ugly! All girls are beautiful! You should be put in time out!" 

I told the little boy that he was just pretending and would never really call a girl fat or ugly and the little boy looked at me and said. "Okay but he does it again let me know. I'll get him to stop." And then he walked away.

I hope that little boy never changes.