I think I have pissed off a friend.
He invited me to go with him to Los Angeles to attend the museum of tolerance which I wanted to go to, I just didn't have a ride.
I guess he misinterpreted that as "I would love to go with you come pick me up!"
I meant to say was, "If I could I would go with you but I probably won't be able to."
There are other things that I have to do tomorrow and I found out today that I wouldn't be able to go. I didn't even ask for permission to go.
What friends need to understand that I am a recluse. Especially during the summer. I don't like seeing the light of day. I would rather be stuck inside an air conditioned room opening a book and smelling crisp pages as I turn to continue the voyage of completing the story.
To my friend I am sorry that I confused you into thinking I was gonna go. I didn't mean to.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Bad day
This is the second day of the month that I broke down and cried. The first time that I did was when my brother didn't let me borrow $20 dollars at the swap meet to buy some useless games that I would've gotten over in a few days. Today was because my mom said my sister was planning to come over.
It's not that I hate my sister, it's because i haven't had any (and by any I mean NO) time to myself. Time to musket includes: NO children, NO bed to myself, NO channels and tv to myself, NO peace to myself.
Yes I am acting selfish but for good reason. I LOVE being a selfish person at times.
Please nobody that is family or friends come over. Please... I just might snap your necks off.
It's not that I hate my sister, it's because i haven't had any (and by any I mean NO) time to myself. Time to musket includes: NO children, NO bed to myself, NO channels and tv to myself, NO peace to myself.
Yes I am acting selfish but for good reason. I LOVE being a selfish person at times.
Please nobody that is family or friends come over. Please... I just might snap your necks off.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Palm Springs
Here is a view of beauty just as sunset is winking goodbye.
I had to stop to take the picture, trying to take a different picture in the process. But mom was right. It was better to look and tackle the sunset rather than settle for a silver medal.
I just started scrolling through Tumblr again...
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
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
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.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Drips
I donated blood today. My first time too.
At first for some weird reason I was a bit scared. For one, a needle is going inside me, taking out blood, which is going out of my body. It was just terrifying to even think of when I give out blood samples when I am at the doctor's.
So Rosie and I walked straight into the student center as soon as we were done with breakouts, hoping to get the whole draining of blood over with as quick as possible. Our appointment was at 12:15, so getting there early would mean us getting out early right?
Wrong, we had to wait for the people in charge of the blood drive to direct us where we needed to go. We walked straight from one station to another, interrogated, pricked on our middle fingers to check iron levels, and finally motioned to lay down and begin the drainage.
My blood pressure was surprisingly low, lower than 120 beats when it was stolic, and less than 80 when it was diastolic.
I think the only time it really hurt was when the needle went into my arm. The constant squeezing of the tiny heart in my hand kept me from thinking about anything that was going on. And I wanted to honestly sleep on that flat bed, it wasn't comfortable or anything like that, I was just really tired.
It was all over in a matter of minutes. And the woman that took my blood even let me hold it and take a picture with it. I smiled from ear to ear and posted the pic on my tumblr. I really felt accomplished.
But now, I am sporting a minor headache, and water is filling my gut to the point that I feel like I am going to pop like a cell does when it has too much water in it (I think that's called hypotonic, thank you biology for being useful... sometimes).
Would I do it again? Would I give blood to save three more lives?
Yes, even if it gives me a huge headache. Because of this reason and this reason alone: There may come a time when I'll be needing someone else's blood, and I hope there are other selfless people out there to scratch my back when I need it.
Plus, they give out free food and a t shirt afterwards. And I love free stuff. :P
At first for some weird reason I was a bit scared. For one, a needle is going inside me, taking out blood, which is going out of my body. It was just terrifying to even think of when I give out blood samples when I am at the doctor's.
So Rosie and I walked straight into the student center as soon as we were done with breakouts, hoping to get the whole draining of blood over with as quick as possible. Our appointment was at 12:15, so getting there early would mean us getting out early right?
Wrong, we had to wait for the people in charge of the blood drive to direct us where we needed to go. We walked straight from one station to another, interrogated, pricked on our middle fingers to check iron levels, and finally motioned to lay down and begin the drainage.
My blood pressure was surprisingly low, lower than 120 beats when it was stolic, and less than 80 when it was diastolic.
I think the only time it really hurt was when the needle went into my arm. The constant squeezing of the tiny heart in my hand kept me from thinking about anything that was going on. And I wanted to honestly sleep on that flat bed, it wasn't comfortable or anything like that, I was just really tired.
It was all over in a matter of minutes. And the woman that took my blood even let me hold it and take a picture with it. I smiled from ear to ear and posted the pic on my tumblr. I really felt accomplished.
But now, I am sporting a minor headache, and water is filling my gut to the point that I feel like I am going to pop like a cell does when it has too much water in it (I think that's called hypotonic, thank you biology for being useful... sometimes).
Would I do it again? Would I give blood to save three more lives?
Yes, even if it gives me a huge headache. Because of this reason and this reason alone: There may come a time when I'll be needing someone else's blood, and I hope there are other selfless people out there to scratch my back when I need it.
Plus, they give out free food and a t shirt afterwards. And I love free stuff. :P
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
C.O.D.B.O.
Fuck yes Jorgie and I have that game. He is beyond skilled when it comes to video games. And I, well I do enjoy watching.
Well I also play. I am nowhere near his amazing mad skills but what I lack in gaming, I make up with writing, reading, and being active.
But seriously I began playing the campaign mode to begin with and it has this level of Cuba in the Bay of Pigs, and the primary objective is to assassinate Fidel Castro. Talk about knowing that you are going to fail. Well, as far as the scenery goes, the angles and the picture is crisp, so much more that M.W.2.
If anything go buy it and see for yourself.
The only thing that pesters me is the fact that you need to buy your weapons this time around along with unlocking them with every level you gain. Needless to say it is a pain, but so worth the playing.
Well I also play. I am nowhere near his amazing mad skills but what I lack in gaming, I make up with writing, reading, and being active.
But seriously I began playing the campaign mode to begin with and it has this level of Cuba in the Bay of Pigs, and the primary objective is to assassinate Fidel Castro. Talk about knowing that you are going to fail. Well, as far as the scenery goes, the angles and the picture is crisp, so much more that M.W.2.
If anything go buy it and see for yourself.
The only thing that pesters me is the fact that you need to buy your weapons this time around along with unlocking them with every level you gain. Needless to say it is a pain, but so worth the playing.
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