It's Finals time yet again.
And after this first final, I'm feeling fucking robbed.
Between my personal knowledge and
that study sheet, I COULDN'T GOTTEN A B.
A B+, EASY.
But no. She had to make it 150 questions.
And she had to give us our scantrons 45
minutes into class.
Great, Ms. Polk. GREAT TEACHER, YOU ARE!

So, at this point, I've come to this conclusion:
why do I care??
These finals do not determine my IQ, how successful
I am, how successful I'll be in the future, or any
aspect of my life.
I'm not saying that I give up, but ehh...fuck a final.

In the meantime, I'm happy.
Why? Because.
Yup. =]
rngtinyitgnyh !

♥

Kanye West suggests that you don't complain without offering a solution ...
Well.
My complaint: Everyone is so negative and down about
what's 'wrong' with their life. Every single person
experiences pain. What makes yours greater than
another's suffering? What makes your heartache
greater than the stomachache of a starving child in
Africa? It doesn't. As the human race, we all suffer.
But, it 'burns my britches' when people complain
about petty shit. (And don't get it mistaken, when I say
shit like "I`m not pretty", it's not a complaint ; it's
a personal viewpoint.)

Anyway ... complaining about petty shit.
What the hell? Why are you complaining
that you don't have nice enough clothes when
you could be in the hospital, going through
chemotherapy? Please, people, be thankful
for what you have, not what you don't.
If you live in the 'could be`s', you'll forget
what is.

Sorry, this blog's long.

Ok, not too long ago, someone who I consider myself close to
admitted that they liked me. His name shall only be disclosed
as 'Pencil'. & I liked Pencil. Keyword: liked.
Don't get me wrong: he's flatout amazing. Any girl who has
the opportunity to date him will be a lucky bitch.
But the thing is ... I don't know if I deserve to be that person.
I'm absolutely mad/bonks, and I don't think he's capable of handling
it all. I'm not going to put that on him. I don't fault him for it.
So, to Pencil, I'm sorry I didn't say this TO you, but eyy, it's been said.
You'll still always have a place in my heart, but as of the here & now:
we aren't gonna work.

Then, there's someone else. He doesn't even get a nickname.
"He don't even got a name, he just lives in my brain."
Even if we never work, or nothing happens, or you
end up seeing me like your little sister, guess what,
fuckhead? I'm still gonna like you. You're too amazing
for me not to. I know it seems like I throw the word amazing
around, but I only use it for people who deserve it.
& You do, sire. So, for now, you have a tiny piece of my heart.
Break it if you feel the necessity.
But, the cards are on YOUR table. I'm open for a game of poker.

♥

This is a picture entry.
But ... before that, I'm copying something I wrote in a hard copy journal a while ago ...

Marilyn Monroe once said "A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left." I've never loved and rarely believe, and in true discourse, I have left.
But what happens when unhappiness still broods and infects the mind in the way cancer attacks the body? What becomes of one who's entire being is engulfed by no other fleeting emotions sans desperation and frustration?
Do they falter ... persevere ... advance? What defines the greatness of leaders? The ability to persevere or to manipuate? The crossroads has approached. The end and rebirth are near. Unlike the phoenix, this rebirth does not spawn the same futile creature forced to live and die for the sake of a repetitious cycle. This rebirth spawns anew.

Damnnnn, daddy. Now for those pics.


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Ok, so I didn't go to the Glow in the Dark concert [grumbles & cries]
But whatever. Win some, lose some.
But, my friend did "bring me back" Kanye's inspirational book thinger.
Shit's actually inspirational.
My favorite line was 'Sometimes, crazy is just a label the average put on the exceptional.'

Be back later.
Going back to school to get my Chem book.

♥