i found this on twitter hahahahaha
okay = everything's cool.
okay? = you make no sense.
okay... you're creepy.
okayy i don't care.
Okay. i'm so pissed off.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
O.O
Dear vegetarians,
If you love animals so much, why do you keep on eating all of their food? You weirdo.
Sincerely,
Baffled.
If you love animals so much, why do you keep on eating all of their food? You weirdo.
Sincerely,
Baffled.
Dream
I had this dream this one night, where I was being beat up. I was being kicked and punched and clawed at by these mean, popular girls... I can't exactly remember who, but I do remember that I never did anything to ever provoke them into doing something like this to me. The whole time I was being beat up, I was also being called horrible, horrible names.
Lots of people started to surround us. One group was standing off to the side... I recognized them as my so-called "friends". They didn't do anything to help me. They just left me there, all alone, hurting in pain.
I was sent to the nurse's office, but she didn't do anything but say, "You're fine. Stop complaining and go back to class." So I went back to class and had to endure 3 more hours of nonstop aching all over my body...
When I got home from school, I showed my mom all the cuts and bruises that I had and all she said was, "You should be more careful. Stop tripping. I don't want to end up paying hospital bills for you." I ran to my room and started crying hard into my pillow. Nobody loved me or cared about me. And that is where my nightmare ended. I woke up with sweat streaming down my back and tears flowing down my face.
Even though this was just a dream, it felt so real. I'd hate to be any other person who's being bullied. I wish I could put a stop to it. I'm definitely trying. Whenever someone's feeling down or unhappy about themselves, I always hug them and try to cheer them up. Putting a smile on someone's face after they were just crying makes me happy because I'm doing some good for the world. Also, I support an organization called "Operation Purple Sky". Purple Sky is a song that Greyson Chance wrote about bullying... listen to it here:
and here is him commenting on it on the Ellen show:
Lots of people started to surround us. One group was standing off to the side... I recognized them as my so-called "friends". They didn't do anything to help me. They just left me there, all alone, hurting in pain.
I was sent to the nurse's office, but she didn't do anything but say, "You're fine. Stop complaining and go back to class." So I went back to class and had to endure 3 more hours of nonstop aching all over my body...
When I got home from school, I showed my mom all the cuts and bruises that I had and all she said was, "You should be more careful. Stop tripping. I don't want to end up paying hospital bills for you." I ran to my room and started crying hard into my pillow. Nobody loved me or cared about me. And that is where my nightmare ended. I woke up with sweat streaming down my back and tears flowing down my face.
Even though this was just a dream, it felt so real. I'd hate to be any other person who's being bullied. I wish I could put a stop to it. I'm definitely trying. Whenever someone's feeling down or unhappy about themselves, I always hug them and try to cheer them up. Putting a smile on someone's face after they were just crying makes me happy because I'm doing some good for the world. Also, I support an organization called "Operation Purple Sky". Purple Sky is a song that Greyson Chance wrote about bullying... listen to it here:
and here is him commenting on it on the Ellen show:
I think Operation Purple Sky is a great organization. They help people who are being bullied... if you want to find out more, here is their twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/YoureAPurpleSky and here is their facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Operation-Purple-Sky/242735902434756
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Parents
Why am I not allowed to have fun sometimes? You know, a lot of times my parents think that they do too much and that I don't do enough. Maybe I want to, but I'm not able to. Maybe I'm in pain, and I'm trying to make myself feel better.
Your harsh words won't make me feel any better. I thought that parents were there to encourage their children, and to support them every step of the way. I thought they were there to be the number one comfort zone; a place to feel safe. I just want my parents to be proud of me... and not disappointed or annoyed or exasperated with me.
Your harsh words won't make me feel any better. I thought that parents were there to encourage their children, and to support them every step of the way. I thought they were there to be the number one comfort zone; a place to feel safe. I just want my parents to be proud of me... and not disappointed or annoyed or exasperated with me.
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.
So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Ohh ohhhhhhh)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?
(Yeah!)
I'm Pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.
So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Ohh ohhhhhhh)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?
(Yeah!)
I'm Pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Haaaai
Sorry guys. I would've posted a blog on Monday (the first of December) and I really wanted to, too. But unfortunately, the amount of homework and stress finally caught up with me and I ended up having loads and loads and loads of homework that day and an English vocab test to study for...
But I'm posting today, so I hope that'll make up for it.
Anyways, it's finally Friday. Yep, you'd think I'd be able to relax by now because it's the end of the week, but nope! I've got a Chinese project, Chinese homework, and a Chinese quiz to study for. Oh, and a piano lesson to go to. So because of all that, I was unable to go to the social at my school... Well, actually I guess that's okay... I've never actually gone before anyways... Hahahaha I guess you could just call me a social loner. IMMA SOCIAL LONER AND IM PROUD OF IT! :D
But I'm posting today, so I hope that'll make up for it.
Anyways, it's finally Friday. Yep, you'd think I'd be able to relax by now because it's the end of the week, but nope! I've got a Chinese project, Chinese homework, and a Chinese quiz to study for. Oh, and a piano lesson to go to. So because of all that, I was unable to go to the social at my school... Well, actually I guess that's okay... I've never actually gone before anyways... Hahahaha I guess you could just call me a social loner. IMMA SOCIAL LONER AND IM PROUD OF IT! :D
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Grammys
Taylor Swift got 3 Grammy nominations! Best country album, best country solo performance, best country song! Congrats Taylor :)
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Love Story
check out the picture that i made :)
it's pretty cool isn't it? it's lyrics from taylor swift's song "Love Story"
it's pretty cool isn't it? it's lyrics from taylor swift's song "Love Story"
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
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