How do you want 2008 to be different from 2007? What will you change or do differently?
Submitted by Becca-Pink.
In 2008, I don't wanna be hurt. Point blank. I wwant to live my life revolved around me. I don't wanna be in a relationship. Like, at all. It' too complicated. My goal for 2008 is just to be happy.
This is a bit of a random blog. I'm just feeling really emotional right now. So bare with me.
Friends are a funny thing. Sometimes, you think people are your friends and they aren't. It doesn't matter how close or how far apart you conider someone...this world is just a WRONG place. Nothing is ever right, and everything is always imperfect. We're always in war and there's always a problem. This world has NEVER been a place of peace. So why startnow right? Earth is going down the drain. Very slowly....but we are ALL fucking it up. Litteraly considering pollution. And emotionally and mentally, we are all abusive.
It honestly makes me want to cry, to have to think about the fact that we are all growing apart. Walking on diffrent paths, in different directions. Me and alexa are still as close as ever &&we met in the 5th grade. Hannah and Charlotte seem to become more and more distant to me&alexa as each day passes.&&they've known alexa since kidergarden. They're getting closer and closer and it sickens me to watch alexa suffer. That's my best friend. of all time, forever and ever no matter what. And it doesnt matter if I've know her for 4 years or fourteen. The people who care are the ones that count. And her friends can be complete assholes. It hurts me to see that they're starting to seperate themselves from us. But honestly, I can live without them. I can deal with not having 5 close friends or whatever, because I've still got best friends. Meaning alexa,chynna,and gianna. But they're all alexa's got. besides me.
it's the 8th grade and of course, that means that all that we've gone thorugh will soon come to an end. but why make it such a sad sitch? this should be the greatest year of all. right?
Me and Lawrence have this anology that we've been using since we started going out. I call it "The plane and the airport". Let me explain it to you. When we first started going out I used this anology as an example of where we were in our relationship. I said, we were stepping off of the friendship plane and heading toward the relationship airport. Now for the past couple of months I've been bringing the anology back up. I've been telling him okay we're moving along fine. And blah blah blah. Well today I've realized that I was wrong all along. I've been saying how we still have some way to go before we enter the "relationship airport" but in actuality, we been reached our destination. What I have failed to realize is that....well. It's a bit fake,cheesy,and/or cliche. But Lawrence is one of my best friends. That's why I've always felt that we never got to the "airport". Because he's always been my friend. And I never noticed the things that put us in what I would call a healthy relationship. So EFF the plane and EFF the airport. Lawrence is my pilot and my airport manager. He's my friend and my lover. And today is the day that I have excepted that. He's a WONDERFUL friend and an HONORABLE boyfriend. He's my perfect guy. && with or without the airport, we're in love.
And he totally said I love you. Yes. My boyfriend rocks. Yours SUCKS!
ii l0v3 mii b0yfri3nd.
but he'll never know.
Okay, here's a question......
Question: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something, but couldn't because you weren't sure what their reaction would be, or because you didn't wanna make a fool of yourself?
My Personal Answer: Yes, I think about it everyday. Every single day I want to tell that boy that I'm falling madly in love with him. But everyday, I choose not to. Reason being that....well...I'm scared that he doesn't feel the same. I mean, you know how some guys are. They won't tell you if they feel the same or not. Their favorite response would have to be "Oh." It makes me want to tear my hair out. So everyday that I've had this urge to warn him about my upcoming feelings, I've restrained from telling him. Maybe I'll just wait for him to tell me he loves me.If the day ever comes I mean.
So all is well in the world of Kamina and Lawrence. He called me the other day and we had a normal conversation. I was happy about that, on account of I told him that I wouldn't be with him on his birthday about 5 days ago. But anyway, he's in Virginia. I swear, he travels too much! But he's visiting his sister. So on another note, back to Kamina. Actually, there isn't anything to say about myself as of now. I mean, everything I've done lately involved Lawrence. Sooo....yeah. That's it. Bye! =]
This post is simply an update. I won't go all "author/storywriter" on you. I will simply tell you what's going on.
So, my boyfriend has just came back from Paris on July 28th, and I've missed him oh so much. Although I found out that I would be in New York on August 10-12th a while back. I refrained from telling him. August 10th through 12th may seem like nothing but insignificant dates to you. But nope, not to Lawrence. August 11th is indeed his birthday. Lucky me. Today was the day that I had to tell him that I wouldn't be here in Pennsylvania to celebrate his birthday with him. Boy, did I lay it on him. I started off by telling him allllll the events that were happening on August 11th. I told him who else's birthday it was, what functions were going on. I even told him about a block party that my street was having. And then out of no where, I layed it on him. I said, "Oh yeah, and I'll be in New York." I didn't think it would bother him before I told him. I'm sure you wouldn't think so either if you knew about his past birthdays. He doesn't exactly celebrate. He stays in the house. He doesn't have a party, a small get together, nothing! But silly silly me, I should have thought more. Just because he doesn't celebrate his birthday persay. He would probably still want to spend that day with the girl that he may love. Why wouldn't he? Well, I somewhat ruined that dream for him. He told me straight forward and honestly, that he wanted to "hang out" with me that day. [as he put it] I felt horrible so, I reschedueled. Hopefully that made him happy because I had plenty of time to tell him. I've known since the middle of July!!! But of course, knowing me as the biggest procrastinator of all time, I wait until 2 weeks before his birthday. Way to go Kamina. You're a freakin' AWESOME girlfriend! Nice job!
People often ask me, "Tamer, what is it like being you? And what's a typical day like for you?"
I normally get up around 6 A.M. to make sure that the children who make my clothing have been fed before they start their grueling 14 hour day. Is it depressing to see them living in squalor, covered in their own filth,
fighting over scraps of food?
No.
Then I go back to bed until noon.
When I get up I go to my closet to pick out what I'm going to wear for the day. This can take quite a while. Have you ever caught a glimpse of Oprah's Malibu beach-front property? Well, her house can fit in my closet.
While this is going on, it gives my Belgian security forces time to rid the house of any guests who might still be hanging around from the outrageous party the night before. Normally most of them have already been eaten by the hounds. The women in my bedroom are unchained, subjected to a thorough cavity search, and then sent on their way. But I am nothing if not generous. None of them are charged for the evening's mandatory delousing, and none of them leave without a pat on the head and reasonable bus fare.
Then I sit down to a lavish lunch. Rare and exotic animals are brought in from around the world to be slaughtered in front of me for my dining pleasure and general amusement. If you've ever known the pleasure of picking out a lobster from a tank at a restaurant, then you, too, know the joy of marking a helpless animal for death. Well my friend, you haven't lived until you've picked from your choice of seal cubs.
Around 2 P.M., I go to my underground labyrinth (which was specifically modeled after Air Force Flight Test Center, Detachment 3) to see how my plans for world domination are coming along. I personally make sure all of the Iraqi weapons of mass destruction have been put away neatly, and none of the biological and chemical ones are leaking beyond acceptable levels.
Then I return to my estate where I spend the evening feeding the homeless. To my hounds. But you don't want to feed them too many; you need to be sure they have the energy to eat any partygoers who overstay their welcome.
Soon it's an evening of drunken orgies with the rich and famous; the dirty and the dangerous. Erotic party games like, "Guess who fucked the hooker with AIDS?" and "How many dildoes fit in the ass of this teen runaway?" will go on far into the night. Around 3 A.M., I lock all of the doors and set the ballroom on fire. Don't worry, it's well insulated. Barely a wisp of smoke, or a muffled cry for mercy will escape. Then a light snack and I'm off to bed.
John F. Kennedy once said "Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for - Oh God, my brains!"
Peace,
Tamer Time
ATTENTION: I DID NOT WRITE THIS!
Time flies by with the speed of light. No one person can tell it to stop or go. Time has no rules or mistakes. No limits or boundaries. It goes on and on without any consciousness of what it does to people.
In time you heal.
In time you break.
In time you become stronger.
In time you weaken.
In time love grows.
In time love dies.
In time you change.
And in time you realize, how the people around you change.
So everyone, grab your champaign glasses, or your glasses filled with apple cider, and let's have a toast,
TO TIME!
to wasting it
to filling it
to pasting it
to asking about it
to racing it
to dreading it
and simply, to remembering it
No man can change it, reverse it, fast forward it, or defeat it.
