It's been a long time

But I promise to start writing again. None of that reblogging shit
For now, here's a poem that moved me

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there.

I did not die.

Tuesday 9:00 AM

by Denver Butson

A man standing at the bus stop
reading the newspaper is on fire
Flames are peeking out
from beneath his collar and cuffs

His shoes have begun to melt
The woman next to him
wants to mention it to him
that he is burning
but she is drowning
Water is everywhere
in her mouth and ears
in her eyes
A stream of water runs
steadily from her blouse

Another woman stands at the bus stop
freezing to death
She tries to stand near the man
who is on fire
to try to melt the icicles
that have formed on her eyelashes
and on her nostrils
to stop her teeth long enough
from chattering to say something
to the woman who is drowning
but the woman who is freezing to death
has trouble moving
with blocks of ice on her feet

It takes the three some time
to board the bus
what with the flames
and water and ice
But when they finally climb the stairs
and take their seats
the driver doesn't even notice
that none of them has paid
because he is tortured
by visions and is wondering
if the man who got off at the last stop
was really being mauled to death
by wild dogs.


p.s it's been a while since i've blogged. I'll be back soon.

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

**

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!

Things that piss me off:

When people boast about things that others really don't give a fuck about!

To all the marijuana users out there,

Yes, I have smoked pot. Yes, I've had a brownie or two. It was something I wanted to experience and enjoy, but it was never something I needed so bad to fit in or make my life interesting. I have no problem with people who get high (except for my boyfriend but that's a totally different story.) Hey, I mean it's your life! But why the FUCK put your shit on blast and post how high you are on your tumblr, facebook status, twitter, etc. I mean, you're obviously not having that much fun if you have enough time/brains to type out your night and post it all over the internet for your friends to see. You're fucking high! You're wasting it by spending 5 minutes updating your status. What's worse is when people talk about it in a way of trying to pass it off as a normal occurrence for them, but you can tell they're secretly so excited to be breaking the rules and talk about it loudly and proudly so everyone can hear how cool they're supposed to be. I bet as soon as it's legal you guys won't think it's as cool, huh? You're probably just gonna be like " Everyone does it, now EVERYONE'S gonna post how high they are on their status. I'm not special anymore :(" OH SHUT THE FUCK UP. If I were on drugs, I'd keep it to myself cause no one else fucking cares to hear about my life stories.

This also applies to people who drink. Once again, I have no problem with people drinking. I do it too! But I'm not one to type "I'm sewww drunk lolz. Havin fun with my girls at the cldub! omgs I cn'at even type properfly!" BITCH, PLEASE. GET REAL! 

Real status updates below:
"and this friday night im the super high person sitting at the park eating cheeezits . :)"
"questions from last night: where the fuck did the jager go, why is the tequila gone and wtf did that really happen? LOL"
" I have a feeling i'm definitely not gonna remember this night ;) i love being a party-goer"

-___- really. REALLY
And that my friends, really grinds my gears.

ATTENTION:

two songs I must put pack in my iPod:

Moving On - Toya
Crazy- 3LW

p.s more blogging tonight :) It's been a while.

RAAAWWRR!

LEO - The Lion
Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish. A Leo’s problem becomes everyone’s problem. Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun.. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. 

LAWL. I AM SO MONOTONOUS. HAHAHAHAHA.

Music is all around us. All you have to do is listen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plrDXfhcoa4

Beautiful! I need to watch August Rush again.

I Lol'd inside.

Universal Truths

1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2.  Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8.  Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.
13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this - ever.
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring Hello? Hello? Damn it!, but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times then goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
20. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
21. Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23.  The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
25. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent an ass from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
29. There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
31. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!

too true.

The Alternate's Death?

You know when you’re falling asleep, and you suddenly get the feeling that you’ve tripped? You’re body lurches forward in an instant, ready to protect you instinctively from injury. You can almost SEE the ground rising to meet you. This occurs when the boundaries between you and the “you” in an alternate universe are weakest. This is the feeling that happens when another “you” dies.


This is scary shit, but it could be true. I love creepypasta.com

We Likey Dreadlocks

Sheila and I want dreadlocks, but we love washing our hair too much. Therefore, extension dreads. We're going to do it.