And yet once again, I have been forgotten. I hate it. I hate being last on your list. You're first on mine. I guess we're not on the same page. I hate college, I hate it I hate it I hate it. All my friends left me.
And to top it off, my boyfriend left me. He didn't just leave me, he forgot about me.
I miss you. I need you. I hate being away from you. I don't care if you're only 10 minutes away. I spend everyday with you and all day with you. And now I'm gonna go from seeing you all the time, to not seeing you everyday. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. Hopefully this will be good though. We'll grow stronger because we'll miss each other so much and then be super excited when we see each other.
Right now, at this moment, I can officially say "I hate being a girl." Yesterday after my Public Speaking class ended, I was waking on campus towards the lightrail station. When this old 60-year old man asked me for the time. So I politely gave him the time. After that, he started asking me a million questions: What's your major? Where do you live? What do you like to do? I began to freak out, this man was asking me a million questions and following me!! He then asked me if I'd like to go grab coffee with him. The WHOLE entire time, I made no eye contact with him. I was looking down the whole time and giving him one word answers. What the fuck, did he NOT get the hint? He THEN asked me if I wanted to go eat Johnny Rocket's with him. Honestly, why would a 17-year old girl want to be friends with a dirty greasy looking 60-year old man? You would think after 60 years of living he would understand that. I finally reached the lightrail station and luckily there were people sitting there. I immediately sat next to these two teen boys. The old man followed me there and finaly left saying "have a good weekend." OH! And he asked for my e-mail address; I gave him mine but purposely misspelt it. AND then he gives me his name, e-mail address, and phone number. Guess where those are at? Yep, in the fucking garbage. If I see him again and he starts talking to me again, I am going to sternly say: "I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me anymore, please leave me alone." Now, I am going to walk around with my Sigg Alimumnum bottle always filled with water AND pepper spray because there are some fucking weirdos out there.
College is pretty fantastic. I like my professors. The workload isn't that bed yet. Although it will get progressively harder. The only that sucks about college is being alone, a lot. Going to lightrail alone, walking from light rail to class alone, having your break alone. It kinda sucks, but oh well. I need to make a new friend that has the SAME schedule as I do. No one probably has my schedule since mine is pretty retarted. But other than that, San Jose State University is pretty cool. I don't plan 0n leaving, the campus is beautiful as are the people there. GO SPARTANS!
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Black bird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see all your life you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh You were only waiting for this moment to arise
A wonderful cover of the Beatles song. Sung by Sarah McLauchlan.
Why is it that we do some pretty crazy ass shit for love? Good crazy things or not so good crazy things. I love my boy. More than anyone else in the world. My bestfriend, my boyfriend, my Jeremy. I seriously don't know any other boy that would go to school with me and sit in the library for 2 and half hours while I'm in class because I hate riding lightrail alone. Only my Jeremy would do that. =) And no other boy would put up with my shit. But "we do it for love."
There’ll be girls across the nation that will eat this up. Babe I know that it’s your soul but could you bottle it up. Get down to the heart of it. No, it’s my heart. You’re shit out of your luck. Don’t make me tell you again my love, love, love, love. Love, love, love, love.
I am aiming to be somebody this somebody trusts with her delicate soul. I don’t claim to know much, Except soon as you start to make room for the parts that aren’t you, It gets harder to bloom in a garden of love, love, love, love. Love, love, love, love.
Only thing I ever could need, Only one good thing worth trying to be and it’s love, love, love, love. I do it for love, love, love, love.
We can understand the sentiment you’re saying to us. Oh, but sensible sells so could you kindly shut up, And get started at keeping your part of the bargain. Aw please little darlin’, You’re killing me sweetly with love, love, love, love. Love, love, love, love.
Only thing I ever could need. Only one good thing worth trying to be and it's love, love, love, love. I do it for love, love, love, love.
Started as a flicker meant to be a flame. Skin has gotten thicker but it burns the same. Still a baby in a cradle got to take my first fall. Baby’s getting next to nowhere with a back against the wall. You meant to make me happy, make me sad. Want to make it better better so bad. But save your resolutions for your never new year. There is only one solution I can see here.
Love you’re all I ever could need. Only one good thing worth trying to be and it’s love, love, love, love. I do it for love, love, love, love. (Oh, only gonna get get what you give away, so give love, love. Only gonna get get what you give away. Love.)
I like reading. I like reading when the story is good. If the story isn't good, it shouldn't even be considered a book. But then again, you might like a story that I don't like. So it's all opinion. I want to buy every book I want. I wanted so many books at Border's and I had to narrow it down to one. So, I bought "Vagina Monologues." It's just a bunch of random stories and poems about vaginas, literally. Some of them are gross. I don't think a male would enjoy this book. O: I want philosophy books, sociology books, romantic novels, and other useless shit books.
Why is it so hot? It's September. Dame un break! Geewhiz.
Only a month left until I turn eighteen. Hello porn, real-person jail, and cigarettes. Yeah right. More like "hello real world, time to grow up."
I hate public transit. Not because it's inconvenient, not because it takes too long, but because of the creepy men on it. Everytime I'm alone on it, some creepy man has to sit next to me and start asking me weird ass questions. NO buddy, I don't want your company. I am reading my book and listening to my iPod for a reason, go away. I told my dad he needs to buy me some pepper spray. He said he'll buy me a taser gun instead. But seriously, men talk about the most awkward things. When I talk to a woman stranger, the conversation is much less intimidating and weird. The conversation goes two ways and I don't feel like I'm being interviewed.
Other than public transit, I love college. It's fun, exciting, social, and something new.
Right now, at this moment, I can officially say "I hate being a girl." Yesterday after my Public Speaking class ended, I was waking on campus towards the lightrail station. When this old 60-year old man asked me for the time. So I politely gave him the time. After that, he started asking me a million questions: What's your major? Where do you live? What do you like to do? I began to freak out, this man was asking me a million questions and following me!! He then asked me if I'd like to go grab coffee with him. The WHOLE entire time, I made no eye contact with him. I was looking down the whole time and giving him one word answers. What the fuck, did he NOT get the hint? He THEN asked me if I wanted to go eat Johnny Rocket's with him. Honestly, why would a 17-year old girl want to be friends with a dirty greasy looking 60-year old man? You would think after 60 years of living he would understand that. I finally reached the lightrail station and luckily there were people sitting there. I immediately sat next to these two teen boys. The old man followed me there and finaly left saying "have a good weekend." OH! And he asked for my e-mail address; I gave him mine but purposely misspelt it. AND then he gives me his name, e-mail address, and phone number. Guess where those are at? Yep, in the fucking garbage. If I see him again and he starts talking to me again, I am going to sternly say: "I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me anymore, please leave me alone." Now, I am going to walk around with my Sigg Alimumnum bottle always filled with water AND pepper spray because there are some fucking weirdos out there.
College is pretty fantastic. I like my professors. The workload isn't that bed yet. Although it will get progressively harder. The only that sucks about college is being alone, a lot. Going to lightrail alone, walking from light rail to class alone, having your break alone. It kinda sucks, but oh well. I need to make a new friend that has the SAME schedule as I do. No one probably has my schedule since mine is pretty retarted. But other than that, San Jose State University is pretty cool. I don't plan 0n leaving, the campus is beautiful as are the people there. GO SPARTANS!
