People think crazyness.
people think--
crazyyyyyyness...
ha.
Seriously though,
People surprise me... in a bad way.
Do they think I'm dumb or stupid?
Do I come off as being that way?
jeez.
From the wise words of a good friend:
Ya'll niggas wack.
:)
Banana blogs in pajamas.
raves, rants, randomness ect.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Dear Love, I hate you.
It's not usual that I fall in love.
I can tell it chases after me in disguise though
I never see it coming,
So when I sense a hint of it, I take off running.
Rarely does it catch up to me,
but when it does, It wraps my whole heart and theres nothing I can do.
I hate you Love.
I hate the word, your consonants, your vowels.
I hate the way you sedate me at first, so I wont scream and shout.
I hate you Love.
I hate how at first the grass seems greener and the sky so blue.
I hate that urge to hug trees, smell flowers..
I hate how every piece of me comes alive.
I hate that gut wrenching, pukey-diarrhea feeling I get everytime I think of him.
I hate how restless I become.
I hate you Love.
I hate how you make me weak and vulnerable.
I hate the things I do, the things I say.
The faces I make because of you.
Can you humiliate me any more?!?
I hate you Love.
I hate how hard I fall.
So hard I become unconscious of his faults.
How I can't think straight.
How scared I am of you,
I hate you Love.
But I can't live without you--
I can tell it chases after me in disguise though
I never see it coming,
So when I sense a hint of it, I take off running.
Rarely does it catch up to me,
but when it does, It wraps my whole heart and theres nothing I can do.
I hate you Love.
I hate the word, your consonants, your vowels.
I hate the way you sedate me at first, so I wont scream and shout.
I hate you Love.
I hate how at first the grass seems greener and the sky so blue.
I hate that urge to hug trees, smell flowers..
I hate how every piece of me comes alive.
I hate that gut wrenching, pukey-diarrhea feeling I get everytime I think of him.
I hate how restless I become.
I hate you Love.
I hate how you make me weak and vulnerable.
I hate the things I do, the things I say.
The faces I make because of you.
Can you humiliate me any more?!?
I hate you Love.
I hate how hard I fall.
So hard I become unconscious of his faults.
How I can't think straight.
How scared I am of you,
I hate you Love.
But I can't live without you--
Labels:
crazyness,
hate,
I hate you,
I hate you love,
I love you,
love,
poem,
random,
weird
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Just one of those days..
..just one of those days that I need a friend and i find myself with no one around.
..just one of those days that I feel like giving up, and no one to cheer me on.
..just one of those days where everything piles on...
responsibilities
relationships
the everyday stuff
..just one of those days..
..just one of those days, with lots of tears and all..
But i'll keep my head up
They'll kill to see me fall--
..just one of those days that I feel like giving up, and no one to cheer me on.
..just one of those days where everything piles on...
responsibilities
relationships
the everyday stuff
..just one of those days..
..just one of those days, with lots of tears and all..
But i'll keep my head up
They'll kill to see me fall--
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
blue is a girl?!?!

WTF.
I found out I've been lied too, my whole childhood.
by nickelodeon?
After a random convo with my friends i find out Blue (from Blue's Clues) is a girl.
I totally faught them and FAILED.
This is a disappointment.
It makes no logical sense what-so-ever.
The color blue is obviously a masculin color
have you ever seen girl baby clothes in blue?!?!
I think not.
Not to mention Blue's body structure...
not girl..ish at all
She should've had a bow or eyelashes.
-maybe even lipstick
idk
Creativity people.
Screw Steve and his rugby shirt--
Blue will always be a boy to me!
Labels:
Blues clues,
boy,
cartoons,
girl,
nickelodeon,
shows
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
living room frisbee.
There's something epic about the game of frisbee or any other outdoor sport in an indoor setting.
Especially in the living room.
the intensity is insane.
You gotta play the game while keeping all your reflexes at a maximum high so you wont knock over that lame looking picture of you in the 3rd grade you try to hide everytime someone visits.
haha
yeah, i saw it--
the adrenaline rush of not getting caught silently destroying the room with a ball/stick/any other piece of equipment is what keeps u playing.
It's the only sport where flying, breakable and (usually) VALUABLE objects are caught in mid-air.
and where the couch gives u that safe landing.
You could play it for hours, but once someone with actual "reason" finds out of your "nonsense", game's over.
And if you did enough damage...your life too.
Especially in the living room.
the intensity is insane.
You gotta play the game while keeping all your reflexes at a maximum high so you wont knock over that lame looking picture of you in the 3rd grade you try to hide everytime someone visits.
haha
yeah, i saw it--
the adrenaline rush of not getting caught silently destroying the room with a ball/stick/any other piece of equipment is what keeps u playing.
It's the only sport where flying, breakable and (usually) VALUABLE objects are caught in mid-air.
and where the couch gives u that safe landing.
You could play it for hours, but once someone with actual "reason" finds out of your "nonsense", game's over.
And if you did enough damage...your life too.
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