true story.

i know this is supposed to be all conflictual and stuff. mine isnt. its just some good dialogue between my friend michael and i.

JG: I'm a firm believer in doing what you want.

MW: So if you wanted to cheat on Stephen you would?

JG: I'd never want to, people only cheat for two, well three reasons, but only two that count. The third being intoxicated. But one, you're either unhappy in your relationship, or two, your feelings for the person aren't genuine. Do you still want to cheat on her?

MW: You're a really bad person.

JG: Why?

MW: Because you're making me feel like a really bad person.

bipolar

the weather needs to stop PMSING and make up its damn mind. from 70 to 30 in two days is just not acceptable. it's february, it should be cold. Although i LOVE the warm weather, stop with the false hope and get off your period.

You're in the Army? Have a beer.

The one thing in this country that drives me crazy it the drinking age. i think it is SO STUPID and ridiculous that to join the military and put your life on the line you have to be 18, younger with parental consent, but you can't have a beer until you're 21. People say it is because kids cannot handle the responsibilities, but they can handle the choice to go overseas to war. No. It's idiotic. Every other country in the whole, wide world has a lower drinking age. Do you hear stories about all the drunkies messing shit up over there? No, no you don't. If America would be more tolerate of drinking, kids wouldn't go out and do it to rebel. Half the kids who drink underage are only doing it because they can't. If the drinking age was changed, that would no longer be an issue. So, all in all, if you can go sign your life over to the military, you should be able to celebrate with a drink.
Legally.

i'm guilty of listening to G6, but damn, our generation ruined popular music.

whiteboard.

I'm in a study room in the library when i notice the whiteboard. A giant penguin drawn on the wall with the words "this is a penguin. He/she is happy." Then on the board in large print was "happy penguins." Why?  Why did the people write so much about penguins, happy ones at that? Above "happy penguins" was "it's taco time." Is that supposed to be a spin on Jersey Shores t-shirt time? Was it dollar taco night at Little Mex? The there were some Yellow Submarine lyrics written as well. How does a conversation go from penguins, to tacos, to the Beatles? Then at the very bottom was the statement "Sarah is a whore." Well that's great to know! Who is Sarah? Is she really a whore? I would like nothing more then to know all of these answers.

t-minus 49 minutes til i'm free.

first, i don't actually know what that whole t-minus thing means. in fact, i'm pretty sure i used it improperly.

anyway. i have been tumblr free for almost 24 hours. i am slowly going insane. i have pictures to post, quotes that have to be retold. so many things are on my mind. Did anyone reblog something of mine? Did i gain followers, or loose any? Did that girl who keeps asking me for advice on how to set up her tumblr ask me another question? I HAVE NO IDEA! what if she did? now she thinks i am unreliable. GA-REAT! 

just great.

this no technology thing, haha, no bueno. 

no bueno at all.

i should have given up tv, i didnt even watch it today.

45 more minutes and counting. 

Clear Blur

A Clear Blur

June. The three of us stare at the lens.

A simple "1, 2, 3, smile," kind of picture that ends up being blurry

Our expressions easy to read, mine, a look of disapproval, Bre smiling and not caring about the world, 

Then in the back is Odile.

Her expression, as crazy as her personality,

You can tell she is having a blast.

Here at a show with her two best friends, kicking off the summer.

It is easy to tell she's the crazy one of the group,

This picture captures us all perfectly.

One picture, so blurry, yet clearly depicts our friendship.

"The babysitter," "the funny one," and "the party girl."

Odile's face, glowing with excitement.

Where did the time go?

9/11 - My Way

           September 11, 2001. I was a fourth grader taking a benchmark test. My teacher ran in, "turn on the T.V, there's been a plane crash." Within an hour of that my mother picked me up from school. I still don't know why she did this, since i had no family involved and I didn't live anywhere close to the attacks. The way I saw this at the time was that some bad people did something terrible. I had no idea how significant it was. Two years later when i moved to Virginia I think i finally realized. Many of my new friends had parents who worked in the Pentagon, none were killed, but it still makes me think how I was so cut off from the event. I think the event was a terrible way for terrorists to let the US know they are here, and that they hate us.
          My boyfriends next to me and this is his interpretation. "They didn't let us go outside, they didn't let you go home early, they didn't tell us anything." Then I asked what was your interpretation of this. His response, "scary as shit!"
         I think that our interpretations of the event are the same. I just think its crazy how I got to watch the event on TV in school, I went home early, in Virginia it was the complete opposite. They couldn't find out anything since parents could have been involved. In North Carolina that wasn't really an issue. I didn't exactly find it scary, I just knew something bad had happened, while he was scared since they were so cut-off from information.