30 Day Challenge - Day 2

Day 2

2. A famous person you’ve been compared to.

When I started, three years ago, doing song covers on Youtube, I always got comments saying “YOU LOOK LIKE BRENDA SONG”. I see no resemblance except for the fact that she’s Asian and has long hair down below her boobies. But whatevs, she’s pretty.

I’ve also been compared to a Bollywood dancer, but I couldn’t find a picture. LOL

In all honesty,

I need someone with a mutual addiction for love

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Now ladies, we really should be mad at ourselves
'Cause see, some women just tolerate way too damn much
Now I know we gotta choose our battles
But damn it, every woman gotta breaking point
And see the next time he’s testin’ your love
You put your finger in his face and you tell him

Say my love has a limit (say my love has a limit)
Say my love has a limit (say my love has a limit)
Said if your love has a limit, girl (said if your love has a limit)
Say my love has a limit, yeah (say my love has a limit)

30 Day Challenge - Day 1

1. The person you like and why you like them

This is my boyfriend, Dominic. I’ve liked him for a year and 4 months. When I first met him, all we did was watch movies, smoke pot, and not do shit with our lives (him more so than me). I can now honestly say that we did a lot of growing up together. I think we’re more mature now than we’ve ever been before. Despite the fact that he is probably the least-romantic man I’ve ever met, he makes up for it by being understanding and patient with me and loving me unconditionally.  He’s not perfect, but neither am I! Sure, we have days when we wanna punch each other in the face. But what couple doesn’t? We fight and that’s okay. The arguments we have are just like tests and as a result we get stronger. We’re both aiming for the big picture; be successful individuals, get married, and have 128305 babies. Jk, probably only 3. And hey, if it doesn’t go as planned and we go our separate ways, I’ll still be happy knowing that I was lucky enough to have him. 

oh, and i also like him because we can fart around each other.

Reblogged from Sheila Wesa

ugh, my favorite blog from her. STORY OF MY LIFE. 

I feel like stuffing my head in a fucking pillow and not coming up for air. I'm drowning in my own miserable pity anyways, so really, what's the difference? People underestimate me, people mistake my kindess for weakness (Mr. Adams quote), my parent's think I'm an untrustworthy lunatic incapable of being safe and my boyfriend considers playing Pokemon a much more important task than listening to me relinquish all of my problems.

I understand that I can sometimes be overbearing, persistent and selfish, but are those not qualities everyone else possess? I truly wish that people would just stop acknowledging me as the pale girl with no backbone. The snide quips that are implied as jokes are getting a little vexing and the anger that's directed towards me for no legitimate reason is beginning to irritate me. I try to look past all the chafe comments but continuing to be the bigger person is becoming a task too difficult to complete. This in turn just leads to a plethora of pent-up anger that is usually let out by detrimental means. I get the urge to scream into my pillow until my insides have been gagged out and cry until my eyes can no longer open. This frustration is only increased when my parents decide to deny me the one privilege I worked and payed so much to attain while using the excuses of "you're not safe" or "you're not familiar with your surroundings." A big "fuck you" goes out to them and and everyone else who thinks that bringing me down should be a past time. Even my own boyfriend, who according to yesterday, "loved me more than anything" deems playing Pokemon more imperative than helping me feel better. I extremely dislike the fact that whenever he is in need of me, I drop everything to be at his side immediately. This seems too impossible for him to attempt and therefor leads to Pokemon-playing.

The jokes thrown my way, the vehicle denial and refusal do to Pokemon would all be very humerus if these things were in fact not happening to me. Alas, the jokes sometimes hurt, the driving abstinence occasionally makes me cry and the guy I'm in love deems a bunch of fictitious creatures on a screen more valuable than my feelings. This all just make me want to become a nun and seclude myself within thick, stone walls.

emotionally drained.

We both need to stop pretending. Lose all the fucking pride, put that shit aside, and be real with each other. Because in the end, i KNOW this is real. I don't think it's real, I know. It all just comes down to being crazy in love. Even if we sometimes don't show it the right way.

Dear Blog,

I hate ignorant people. I hate my parents.

Probably The Best Wedding Invitation I've Ever Seen.

this gives me hope

Thoughts:

-I'm sitting in my math class at 8am on a Friday. My only class of the day. Why the FUCK am I here?!
- This week went by really fast and I was somewhat proactive with my life. Good job kc!
- my house is definitely not a home. I'm so fucking sick of always having to plan my days out instead of winging them because I live an hour away from Fremont. Way to go, mom and dad. I now have no social life. And good job spending all your money on gas when you could have just gotten a house in Fremont for a reasonable price and not worry about the price of a commute.
- I've gotten so obsessed with Glee. However, I don't agree with how much autotune they're using on these already amazing singers.
- sometimes while I'm driving, I like to think about all the reasonS why I love my boyfriend. It makes me happy. This morning, I thought about our first summer being together and how he always made me breakfast before he came over.
- I wanna do something crazy fun this weekend! But knowing myself I'll probaably just stay at home and watch tv
- I need to buy some cute winter clothes. I don't have any :(
-sweeet! Class is over in 10 minutes. More blogging later! Au revoir!