I clicked a tag on the right hand side of the website. This one was labeled as degrassi.
I do find the tagged items to be a bit of awesome because I can type in a search for a tag and boom I can find it 99% of the time. It truly is awesome.
But like I said, there is no originality.
Just two or three words. No paragraphs, no insight to something. Its like updating a Facebook status mixed with Twitter, but nobody that truly cares.
Because let's face it: nobody is gonna be looking at your history of Tumblr, looking at what you posted. You are just letting people know how you feel in that moment.
At least in here I can feel as though I am letting emotions go out. Almost like a grownup. :P
Showing posts with label Summer days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer days. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Whew!
That Tumblr sure is addicting. Too addicting in fact, that it made me completely forget all about this blog and its contents.
Its like that new girl/boy at school that you know is gonna be cool, but after spending so much time with him/her, and after ditching your other friends, do you realize, "I liked it better when it was simple."
I like simplistic lifestyles, with an edge to creativity but still in the lines of organization. I feel that Blogger does that for me. I can just write and write and write on this site because that is all I am entitled to do. I accomplish in this blogger by practicing writing instead of going through tags, looking at gifs, spoilers to shows. Its like a twitter gone crazy where all the cool kids (or wannabes at least) are coming to play because that is where everyone else is at.
There is no humanization of people's minds. Very rarely.
All I see through the dashboard is ship wars, gossip, pictures (both nude and beautiful and sometimes a little bit of both), and some bits and pieces of advice.
But the creativity is stolen from me in Tumblr. I don't have the will to write like I would in this blog because that is all that I can do in this blog. But I like it that way.
The challenge of thinking as I type (even though I am better off just writing away in my journal due my obsessive need to be secretive), the simple distraction of just slamming my fingers against the keyboard; I can't find nothing like that on Tumblr.
Its probably just the underage kids who want to fight online that's making me want to blow it all off. Maybe it's too much glam for me. Maybe its that I have finally decided that I should grow up and continue writing, away from distractions that are found on that site.
I am not banning Tumblr from my life, I just have to make it less obsessive. I check that thing every morning I wake up, up to eight times during the day and before I go to sleep. Like I said, ADDICTING. It's another Facebook and Twitter for me.
There's the want for followers and to have people like your posts, when here it didn't bother me if people read this or not. This was my tale with or without comments. My emotions that would run amok with no views or with a million of people looking at it. I was happy with what I was publishing on this blog; there was no obsession with wanting to be liked, because I already liked myself.
Blogger, thanks for allowing me to come back after such a long absence. I haven't felt like writing in a while, and finding out that even after deleting you from my bookmarks, you still had me signed in on the dashboard, patiently waiting to say, "I told you so," reverberates like a melodious call that even the sirens from Homer's the Odyssey would become hypnotized to.
That you did. That you did.
Its like that new girl/boy at school that you know is gonna be cool, but after spending so much time with him/her, and after ditching your other friends, do you realize, "I liked it better when it was simple."
I like simplistic lifestyles, with an edge to creativity but still in the lines of organization. I feel that Blogger does that for me. I can just write and write and write on this site because that is all I am entitled to do. I accomplish in this blogger by practicing writing instead of going through tags, looking at gifs, spoilers to shows. Its like a twitter gone crazy where all the cool kids (or wannabes at least) are coming to play because that is where everyone else is at.
There is no humanization of people's minds. Very rarely.
All I see through the dashboard is ship wars, gossip, pictures (both nude and beautiful and sometimes a little bit of both), and some bits and pieces of advice.
But the creativity is stolen from me in Tumblr. I don't have the will to write like I would in this blog because that is all that I can do in this blog. But I like it that way.
The challenge of thinking as I type (even though I am better off just writing away in my journal due my obsessive need to be secretive), the simple distraction of just slamming my fingers against the keyboard; I can't find nothing like that on Tumblr.
Its probably just the underage kids who want to fight online that's making me want to blow it all off. Maybe it's too much glam for me. Maybe its that I have finally decided that I should grow up and continue writing, away from distractions that are found on that site.
I am not banning Tumblr from my life, I just have to make it less obsessive. I check that thing every morning I wake up, up to eight times during the day and before I go to sleep. Like I said, ADDICTING. It's another Facebook and Twitter for me.
There's the want for followers and to have people like your posts, when here it didn't bother me if people read this or not. This was my tale with or without comments. My emotions that would run amok with no views or with a million of people looking at it. I was happy with what I was publishing on this blog; there was no obsession with wanting to be liked, because I already liked myself.
Blogger, thanks for allowing me to come back after such a long absence. I haven't felt like writing in a while, and finding out that even after deleting you from my bookmarks, you still had me signed in on the dashboard, patiently waiting to say, "I told you so," reverberates like a melodious call that even the sirens from Homer's the Odyssey would become hypnotized to.
That you did. That you did.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
This house is more than a home...
I went to the airport today, but not before I had to take a quick detour to the dentist (which my tooth is still hurting, hoping that these two days aren't painful).
I arrived at 10:00 A.M. on the dot. It wasn't until I was there that I found out I was over an hour early, because my grandfather's flight was not coming until 11:15. Needless to say I walked around, hoping to find food at the terminal.
I ate M&M's and a Coffee Bean caramel ice blended coffee. I intentionally wanted crackers with peanut butter but pushed the wrong buttons, swearing to myself when I realized the decision that I made.
And the coffee was too sweet for my taste. Normally I am a sour loving sport and it felt like they put nothing but sugar in that cup. Let's just say if I was diabetic I would already be in a sugary coma. :(
But I had to do things to occupy my time so that my grandpa can come through that terminal on his wheelchair. I was so happy to see him! Automatically I went by his side and wondered what new adventures I'll take on with him when we get home.
My grandpa normally watches T.V. on a regular basis but on occasion we play dominoes or a card game called Con Quien. It's pretty fun, and it's a game based on strategy.
So it's easy to say, I am no longer alone these summer days. Because now I have my grandfather to keep me constant company. :)
I arrived at 10:00 A.M. on the dot. It wasn't until I was there that I found out I was over an hour early, because my grandfather's flight was not coming until 11:15. Needless to say I walked around, hoping to find food at the terminal.
I ate M&M's and a Coffee Bean caramel ice blended coffee. I intentionally wanted crackers with peanut butter but pushed the wrong buttons, swearing to myself when I realized the decision that I made.
And the coffee was too sweet for my taste. Normally I am a sour loving sport and it felt like they put nothing but sugar in that cup. Let's just say if I was diabetic I would already be in a sugary coma. :(
But I had to do things to occupy my time so that my grandpa can come through that terminal on his wheelchair. I was so happy to see him! Automatically I went by his side and wondered what new adventures I'll take on with him when we get home.
My grandpa normally watches T.V. on a regular basis but on occasion we play dominoes or a card game called Con Quien. It's pretty fun, and it's a game based on strategy.
So it's easy to say, I am no longer alone these summer days. Because now I have my grandfather to keep me constant company. :)
Monday, August 30, 2010
What's real is always worth it...
I was looking through my closet (cleaning it out for a garage sale), and came across this cashmere sweater. It looks exactly like this. And I thought to myself: why am I still keeping this? I mean I don't wear it at all. I have never slumped it across my shoulders, even when it was time for sweaters.
The reason I grabbed it from my mother's pile of clothes that her bosses give her was because I read about it in a novel. White Oleander by Janet Fitch. If nobody knows the story, its about a girl whose mother is committed for murdering her boyfriend and her daughter is taken through a series of foster homes, each one different from the next. It was an amazing read, and I love this novel with every fiber of my being. I just love the way Astrid (the daughter) is so hollow and then becomes such a complex person through each of the encounters she comes across with.
Anyways, on with the reason I am talking about this sweater. One of the maternal figures (who was actually a whore so I don't know if she can classify as a maternal figure but for the sake of argument I'll label her as such) buys her a cashmere sweater, claiming that what's real is always worth it. And its true, because cashmere sweaters costs a bunch! But overall, this simple sentence made me think, if what I want in life is not real, then why waste my time on something that is not worth it?
So there really should be no reason for having a sweater that I don't use. I would rather sell it to someone that will take it out into the sun. Like the last foster mother said to Astrid, "You want to remember, just remember..."
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I'm Baaacckkkk...
Sort of. I have been writing on Fanfiction.net for a while (making stories and what not), so I had to put the bloggin in the back seat. But now, I feel as though I have been neglecting this blog. But I do still wish to write on this page so that has to give me some credit right?
What also has been going on is too many family problems to even count, so instead of displaying my emo-ness to the world, I have been incessantly writing away in a journal. I'm thinking of hitting up Tumblr to make a journal there but also being able to publish public posts.
But I can't find it to quit this blog, since its a first one and even though it has been little over a half year that I posted anything, it's still a blog and therefore a part of me.
So I'll still keep to writing here once in a while. But it will probably for random thoughts or something. Tumblr will possibly be my everything else.
So for now, I'll be seeing you.
It's a shame that I have not said anything about my summer. But frankly, it was not at all interesting. On the bright side there is still a few days (one month to be exact) that I have left so hopefully there will be something interesting between that time and the time I go back to school.
What also has been going on is too many family problems to even count, so instead of displaying my emo-ness to the world, I have been incessantly writing away in a journal. I'm thinking of hitting up Tumblr to make a journal there but also being able to publish public posts.
But I can't find it to quit this blog, since its a first one and even though it has been little over a half year that I posted anything, it's still a blog and therefore a part of me.
So I'll still keep to writing here once in a while. But it will probably for random thoughts or something. Tumblr will possibly be my everything else.
So for now, I'll be seeing you.
It's a shame that I have not said anything about my summer. But frankly, it was not at all interesting. On the bright side there is still a few days (one month to be exact) that I have left so hopefully there will be something interesting between that time and the time I go back to school.
Monday, July 27, 2009
It's Been A Long Time...
Well for the record, I am not dead, I have simply been away from my house for two whole weeks! I was kidnapped and held against my will by a 10 year old, an 8 year old, and a 1 and eight month old. That's right! Babysitting!
It was not the emotional roller coaster I honestly expected. I really was waiting for the children to just cry and cry and cry until I would snap and drive all the way to New York and fall off the Empire State Building. In the end, I was actually sad to be on my way home.
The only reason that I wanted to leave was for one, the heat. My sister lives in a desert. The Palm Desert. Where all the wind propellers are at and the heat is so unbearable, you can cook outside with no fire needed. Just a stone would be enough to get things heated. And being the "somewhat outdoorsy" type I like going outside from time to time, without the heat slapping me in the face to go back inside. To make it sound worse was that it was even hot at night. So basically it was hot all day and even all night, when there was no sun whatsoever.
The other reason was for my friends. I missed all of them! I missed Sara and her crazy escapades to go everywhere just because we could! I missed Gaby and the gang when we would have our movie nights. Or just when we would hang out. Rosie I miss all the time since she moved away. And Brittany is just down the block from me, but I even missed her!
Well, in retrospect, if my sister needed me to babysit her children again, I would love to, because other than the fact that she had me fed, she gave me shelter, and she took me swimming from time to time, I loved spending the two weeks with my little nephews and neice. We would have our tough times, our good times, and many of our in between times. And it was good experience for me when I think about having kids of my own. Just not right now. REALLY not right now. I don't even know how my sisters do it. :)
It was not the emotional roller coaster I honestly expected. I really was waiting for the children to just cry and cry and cry until I would snap and drive all the way to New York and fall off the Empire State Building. In the end, I was actually sad to be on my way home.
The only reason that I wanted to leave was for one, the heat. My sister lives in a desert. The Palm Desert. Where all the wind propellers are at and the heat is so unbearable, you can cook outside with no fire needed. Just a stone would be enough to get things heated. And being the "somewhat outdoorsy" type I like going outside from time to time, without the heat slapping me in the face to go back inside. To make it sound worse was that it was even hot at night. So basically it was hot all day and even all night, when there was no sun whatsoever.
The other reason was for my friends. I missed all of them! I missed Sara and her crazy escapades to go everywhere just because we could! I missed Gaby and the gang when we would have our movie nights. Or just when we would hang out. Rosie I miss all the time since she moved away. And Brittany is just down the block from me, but I even missed her!
Well, in retrospect, if my sister needed me to babysit her children again, I would love to, because other than the fact that she had me fed, she gave me shelter, and she took me swimming from time to time, I loved spending the two weeks with my little nephews and neice. We would have our tough times, our good times, and many of our in between times. And it was good experience for me when I think about having kids of my own. Just not right now. REALLY not right now. I don't even know how my sisters do it. :)
Thursday, July 09, 2009
I just wanna have fun...
Sometimes I can understand the split decision of a child wanting to seperate from their parents, and other times I can see why some will go crawling back.
I love my family, my mother with her easy laid-back ways while trying to be strict. My father who is strict but bends to a simple please with a face like a wounded puppy. They both wish to hold me down, try to make me see the reality of the world is living on a paycheck, but even that's not a reality of a world that I wish to embark on. The one I can always bear to live with is my little brother, with his more-than-weird personality that he holds. He can always find a way to make me laugh, and knows which button to push to make me radiate with hatred for him.
I guess the real reason that I'm typing this blog is not to give you an inside scoop that is my family, but rather to be clear of one thing: that I am not a child anymore. I'm 19 years of age, still live with my parents, and still have a time that I have to be home by. It's not that I have a problem with it, it's understandable, but every night I have to be home by 10 or 11 at the latest!? Cut me a break, throw me a bone, or my personal favorite: what the f----?!
And what makes it worst is that it's not like I'm doing anything wrong! I watch movies with friends, not party and get drunk! I don't even have friends that are old enough for that!
Like the 4th of July party that I was invited to. I had to make my friend leave early ruining her fun as well as mine. And all because my parents wanted me home at 10! Do they really have to be so old fashioned?! Do they really think that the party is over at 10!? It is just beginning! For us anyways.
It's really times like these that I really wish that I didn't live with my parents. It's times especially like these that I wish I would have dormed or some other thing to show that I am a responsible and independent student/woman. I am not planning to ruin my life as my mother would say if she saw this, I just want to begin it. I want to take the sharp breaths of the really cold night air, not the beginnings of it. I want to laugh loudly into the night, not be timid. And most importantly I want to enjoy my last remaining year of a teen with my other fellow friends before I realize that the time has passed by thanks to the oppressive demands that escape my parents mouths.
But until then... what can I do? I feel like a captive held out in the sea, determining and calculating when it will be a good time to jump on a life raft and head out to see where the sea would carry me.
I love my family, my mother with her easy laid-back ways while trying to be strict. My father who is strict but bends to a simple please with a face like a wounded puppy. They both wish to hold me down, try to make me see the reality of the world is living on a paycheck, but even that's not a reality of a world that I wish to embark on. The one I can always bear to live with is my little brother, with his more-than-weird personality that he holds. He can always find a way to make me laugh, and knows which button to push to make me radiate with hatred for him.
I guess the real reason that I'm typing this blog is not to give you an inside scoop that is my family, but rather to be clear of one thing: that I am not a child anymore. I'm 19 years of age, still live with my parents, and still have a time that I have to be home by. It's not that I have a problem with it, it's understandable, but every night I have to be home by 10 or 11 at the latest!? Cut me a break, throw me a bone, or my personal favorite: what the f----?!
And what makes it worst is that it's not like I'm doing anything wrong! I watch movies with friends, not party and get drunk! I don't even have friends that are old enough for that!
Like the 4th of July party that I was invited to. I had to make my friend leave early ruining her fun as well as mine. And all because my parents wanted me home at 10! Do they really have to be so old fashioned?! Do they really think that the party is over at 10!? It is just beginning! For us anyways.
It's really times like these that I really wish that I didn't live with my parents. It's times especially like these that I wish I would have dormed or some other thing to show that I am a responsible and independent student/woman. I am not planning to ruin my life as my mother would say if she saw this, I just want to begin it. I want to take the sharp breaths of the really cold night air, not the beginnings of it. I want to laugh loudly into the night, not be timid. And most importantly I want to enjoy my last remaining year of a teen with my other fellow friends before I realize that the time has passed by thanks to the oppressive demands that escape my parents mouths.
But until then... what can I do? I feel like a captive held out in the sea, determining and calculating when it will be a good time to jump on a life raft and head out to see where the sea would carry me.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Sparking the insanity...
Well I am sitting on my little handmade desk, typing away on google, facebook and myspace. I am a bit surprised that I haven't touched the twitter or my inbox, cuz then I would realize that something is a bit wrong. =)
But today I awoke with such energy that I was up and ready to take on the world, and by that I mean my back yard to clean the leftover 4th of July party we had (I went to another party, it was funner I'm sure. lol)
I washed my cars, bathed my dogs, updated my iPod, and went to drive for a bit while I was texting people. =) I was having such a blast and I didn't even know why! I guess it was one of those days when you just feel like doing something besides sitting and looking at a small screen.
Glad I did too, I played pool and won on the first shot! Great accomplishment on my behalf. I just didnt feel like staying inside. And now that I am, I'm back to where I always am: in front of my Lappy, typing how my days are going, once in a while, while Jeff Dunham is streaming his puppets and filling my room with his ventriloquist ways.
Can't really complain about that really, who can be annoyed by funny puppets?
But today I awoke with such energy that I was up and ready to take on the world, and by that I mean my back yard to clean the leftover 4th of July party we had (I went to another party, it was funner I'm sure. lol)
I washed my cars, bathed my dogs, updated my iPod, and went to drive for a bit while I was texting people. =) I was having such a blast and I didn't even know why! I guess it was one of those days when you just feel like doing something besides sitting and looking at a small screen.
Glad I did too, I played pool and won on the first shot! Great accomplishment on my behalf. I just didnt feel like staying inside. And now that I am, I'm back to where I always am: in front of my Lappy, typing how my days are going, once in a while, while Jeff Dunham is streaming his puppets and filling my room with his ventriloquist ways.
Can't really complain about that really, who can be annoyed by funny puppets?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Awake One Morning...
There has to be a better way to wake up without my dogs licking my face. It's not that I don't like waking up to it, I mean I love it that my puppies love me so much that they want to show me their love, but I would love them even more if they didn't do that at five thirty in the morning.
Well to wake up at five thirty, what can a person do? My parents are still asleep, my brother snores, and my grandpa is barely waking up to make his cup of coffee. I have to be silent like a ninja to do anything. Normally, I would just listen to my iPod after I take out my pups, but today the darn thing was dead! So then I was like who can I possibly text at five thirty in the morning. I have friends that actually like to sleep until noon so I knew that was a lost cause. I just ended up staring at the ceiling. I found a cat, unicorn, and three different people's faces on my ceiling. Now everytime I look up I see people. Weird!
There should be a better way to wake up not at five thirty, and that's to not wake up. But like I said to have my dogs slobering their wet kisses on me is kind of hard to ignore. Oh well, five thirty it is. Does anyone have suggestions as to what to do if my iPod is dead? Remember, silent like a ninja. I would figure I would just blog at five in the morning, but I think I would not see the key pad, and since I look at it to type, then the words would end up looking like this: where us rhe leyyer x/.(where is the letter x? :]]) I would really appreciate the opinions. =]
Until Next Time...
P.S. If you have not heard of Drake-Best I Ever Had, where have you been!? :]]
Well to wake up at five thirty, what can a person do? My parents are still asleep, my brother snores, and my grandpa is barely waking up to make his cup of coffee. I have to be silent like a ninja to do anything. Normally, I would just listen to my iPod after I take out my pups, but today the darn thing was dead! So then I was like who can I possibly text at five thirty in the morning. I have friends that actually like to sleep until noon so I knew that was a lost cause. I just ended up staring at the ceiling. I found a cat, unicorn, and three different people's faces on my ceiling. Now everytime I look up I see people. Weird!
There should be a better way to wake up not at five thirty, and that's to not wake up. But like I said to have my dogs slobering their wet kisses on me is kind of hard to ignore. Oh well, five thirty it is. Does anyone have suggestions as to what to do if my iPod is dead? Remember, silent like a ninja. I would figure I would just blog at five in the morning, but I think I would not see the key pad, and since I look at it to type, then the words would end up looking like this: where us rhe leyyer x/.(where is the letter x? :]]) I would really appreciate the opinions. =]
Until Next Time...
P.S. If you have not heard of Drake-Best I Ever Had, where have you been!? :]]
Monday, June 15, 2009
Quiet Summer...
Well I'm basically writing this blog to just reflect on summer, and what I am expecting of it. I like doing reflections so bear with me.
Summer. The hot breeze as it blows in your face. The time of days that instead of being snugged warmly on your bed, your sheets are sticky, and the last thing you want is something warm. But it also comes with greater things. Summer vacation.
Who didn't like counting down the days for summer vacation when you were in high school? I practically had my Calendar marked, ready to purchase semi-expensive ice creams and ice cold drinks. No worries whatsoever except finding things to entertain oneself, whether water balloon fights to just video games inside the air conditioned room.
I love the summer, it gives me excuses for just sitting down and typing words, or going outside and write in my journal. Last year I did just that, and now, well I won't be traveling, which is a bummer after all. But the things that I do look forward this summer is friends, jobs, and writing. I do plan to spend as much of my waking moment with my friends, and hold our friendships strong as the time that we first made it, back in our high school years. I got offered a small job in which I do nothing but write, which is pretty much starting to become a slow addiction. Something about seeing my words fly out of my head and onto the screen brings a sort of happiness. These are words that are used by any race of the population, but they are mine, in the sense that I have combined them to twist in whatever way I see fit. (Sounds a bit posessive I know, but that's the way I often feel.)
I hope that this is not something that will die in me. I want to continue with writing, see where it takes me, as all these ideas are slowly oozing out of my brain and into my blogs. Let's just hope the summer heat actually comes out so I can put to good use my summer dresses... =)
Summer. The hot breeze as it blows in your face. The time of days that instead of being snugged warmly on your bed, your sheets are sticky, and the last thing you want is something warm. But it also comes with greater things. Summer vacation.
Who didn't like counting down the days for summer vacation when you were in high school? I practically had my Calendar marked, ready to purchase semi-expensive ice creams and ice cold drinks. No worries whatsoever except finding things to entertain oneself, whether water balloon fights to just video games inside the air conditioned room.
I love the summer, it gives me excuses for just sitting down and typing words, or going outside and write in my journal. Last year I did just that, and now, well I won't be traveling, which is a bummer after all. But the things that I do look forward this summer is friends, jobs, and writing. I do plan to spend as much of my waking moment with my friends, and hold our friendships strong as the time that we first made it, back in our high school years. I got offered a small job in which I do nothing but write, which is pretty much starting to become a slow addiction. Something about seeing my words fly out of my head and onto the screen brings a sort of happiness. These are words that are used by any race of the population, but they are mine, in the sense that I have combined them to twist in whatever way I see fit. (Sounds a bit posessive I know, but that's the way I often feel.)
I hope that this is not something that will die in me. I want to continue with writing, see where it takes me, as all these ideas are slowly oozing out of my brain and into my blogs. Let's just hope the summer heat actually comes out so I can put to good use my summer dresses... =)
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