It’s true my parents aren’t clingy but I’m to the point where it’s annoying that all of your mothers are clinging to YOU! Yes! YOU all YOU people with parents still trying to give you breast milk PLEASE STOP letting me see your mother’s wall comments, tell your parents NO you cannot be my fb friend. BECAUSE as your friend, or someone who is saying what your friends won’t I am here to tell you we receive more agony reading your mothers clingy fb posts. IF your mother feels the need to tell you online, how much she loves you when you’re currently in the same house as her IT IS IN FACT TO MUCH FUCKING INFORMATION! Seriously, it’s worse than watching to love birds make out with very obvious tongue action in a very public yet not crowded enough place. YES I am saying this right now to you child of clinging mother please don’t make the rest of us share in your pain.
I think a person that happens to live on a certain floor in my building, who I shall not name is a bitch and I wish she would just never ever be visible in any picture I have to randomly see on other people facebooks ever again, looking at her makes me so angry that, were I physically able, I would punch through a solid steel structure if it meant never looking at her face again
So, it’s come to that time in my life as a college student where I realize that I could end up working as a waitress for the next three years until the economy pulls it’s head out of its ass, am I worried yes! I’m sorry but the reality is all of us are not going to get jobs right away. No one gets their dream job right out of college. Nothing is just oging to work out because we have a higher education. So stop acting like just because you think you’ve got talent that any of this is going to be easy.
What if nothing is meant to turn out the way I plan? What if that’s the point?…to see how well I can do when everything goes sunny side up? If nothing is truly certain but my family then why spend life worrying about how our plans work out when in the end it takes more then us doing all the right things? What if our intuition was never wrong? we just dont know how to properly interpret it
two weeks ago, sleeping was easy. But, now it’s like a chore, it’s something I must get done in order to stay alive and healthy. But, I just can’t seem to get there, once I am asleep I dream and my dreams aren’t normal anymore. They’re my curse, my torment. When I dream I have nightmares. In the past four weeks I have had one dream that didn’t freak me out or make me worry or feel sad, just one. I used to love sleeping, and I still like napping, but to sleep for more than an hour is asking a lot. I don’t want to sleep, I’m awake. I’m wide awake. I don’t want to dream anymore. For once I want to sleep and have no dreams. I want to wake up and not be thankful that the dream wasn’t real. I want one night to not remember my dreams. Right now my reality isn’t a tragedy, but it is plagued by a tragic event, and between all the crying I would really appreciate one night of sleep that helps me find peace. I just want some kind of peace tonight. Please.
The only peace I had recently was the nap I took with Daniel this morning, when I received sad news. I was held tightly in his arms and everything was safe and warm and there wasn’t a problem in the world. I want it back. I want to be able to sleep in safety and without a problem. I want the peace I have in Daniel’s arms.
He’s my dream come true, if anyone is wondering why I’m not just going to lie in his arms right now, I can’t I have to take care of my family. But, there’s really no one like him. He’s wonderful and caring and sweet. He always over-worries, I love it. He’s good to his family. He’s very smart, sometimes a smart-ass but in a cute way. lol yes he pulls off a brilliant cute smart ass lol it’s all true. He’s my light in a dark place, my umbrella during a rainy day, my blanket when it’s freezing, and my nightlight when I am afraid of the dark.
When I was little I used to daydream about someone sweeping me off my feet. Maybe things didn’t start out perfect with Dan, but we’ve pulled through and it’s the most rewarding decision I’ve ever made, and it scared the shinnanigan’s out of me. But, he has all of me, every last inch, and I’ve never felt safer.
But, anyways, I pray tonight my dreams don’t visit me, I hope you’ll pray for me too.
This morning I woke around 8 then dozed and woke right around 930 I checked my phone to find something I didn’t see coming my great grandmother passed away. I broke down and then put up a force field and went back to sleep. She was and is an amazing woman. She has her unique beliefs but her voice and smile are etched into my soul. I did get to see her at Christmas and hug her and kiss her soft cheek. I did get to hear her laugh and listen to her make silly comments. She lived how she wanted and loves her dogs more than anything. She will always be a woman to love and adore no matter what unique phrase she chose to say next. She will Always be my great grand mother and I will try to celebrate her life instead of mourning her passing.
None of will live forever. We will all leave someone we love at some time, so sorrow is a waste of the livings time, if we only live once then let us talk of the love we had And the laughs we shared instead of the tears we can never replace.
Thank you for your condolences but she is not gone a small part of her lives in my memory and my heart I can feel her warmth now as if she lay beside me.
Alright I am not perfect I am not always the nice person I should be however, when people are exhausted and working hard to help me relax I do not! Continuously complain! These women work hard and often get no break and they don’t deserve to be hassled. When did parents stop teaching manners
Well it looks like I’ll be getting minimal sleep tonight. I just cannot seem to get to sleep tonight I’m wide awake and worried about all the work I have to get done by next Wednesday . I’m just exhausted and now I’m going to have to cram everything into a few days
I will never understand how having someone you love in your work environment means never giving them any treatment at all especially, is what must be done. do I not pay their salary as others do…..perhaps my time as a resident assistant was short but we were told Not to just mingle with each other. as I watch the RAs in my building do its as if to be accepted they must not do their jobs and speak with the people who’s doors they bang on and attempt to make them come what happens when we come? They simply pretend we don’t exist they are expected to talk only with one another? But since I am dating one I am told I am not a regular resident and they view me as just his girlfriend. so not only do they not talk to me much but he especially ignores me so that it doesn’t look like he’s socializing, which is what they are all supposed to be doing and still they bang on my fuckin door and try to tell me to come and choose to be ignored
Maybe it is only relevant to me but I just turned 23 and still they act like children in high school and then when I hear them complain that they all still act like children they continue to do so when I go help my mother at her school she acknowledges my presence more so then people resident assistants I fucking pay to give me attention. so yeah of course I do not wish to attend anything they do when I wish to be ignored I’ll go see them but until I have desire to be treated like I don’t exist go fuck off
Sorry about previous post but it aggravates me so that people ask what’s wrong and claim they have sympathy but continue to hurt me knowing that they do it I feel I have very right to display such anger and I’m sorry to offend but the truth is never pretty
So I originally came by to say hello while my bf gets ready for his all hall however I was taken aback by how cute he looked while flexing his muscles as he moved heavy objects lol he just look delectable so I am standing here watching him lol
I had very interesting dreams last night that was slaying demons with holy water crossed and blood. Oh and I was healing demon inflicted wounds and saving my parents…so you can imagine how greatful I was when I awoke to find that the world hadn’t been taken over by demonic hauntings of some sort….thank heavens it was only a dream.
Making decisions has never been my strong suit mainly because I don’t like to displease people do I’d rather let them be the decision makers though I suppose it doesn’t leave much room for me if I never decide hmmm
As tradition would have it this morning at 6 am I was born and my mother called me at that time because that’s what we do every year so I have officially been 23 for an hour now I love my family hope today is decent that’s all I can hope for
I have been lucky way to many times, and I think my luck is about to run out, so I am going to stop NOW while I still have time to take control of my life. I must I must I must take control of my life…
So I am just sort of sitting in my room, debating on whether to continue studying french, LSAT, start my paper, or perhaps just read for my research. There’s so much to do that I have a feeling sitting here and thinking about what to do next is wasting more time than solving the amount of work I have left…..
haha though apparently my dogs have been eating poop and then licking my mother afterwards…
Oh wow and apparently my grandfather has glocoma and just had eye-surgery…holy shit…yes I’m receiving all this news now…and apparently he’s also perfectly fine so yay! thanks for experiencing it in the moment with me
Then my roommate called to sweetly tell me that she will be out late…did I mention I adore my roommate…she’s absolutely wonderful…can’t imagine never having met her….certainly it’s a terrible idea to ponder…..
oh and since I’m ranting … I wish I could hug a manatee right now they’re so damned cute…ahh another useless, eventless Friday night passing me by…what a wonderful life…
So, remember that freaked out comment I made earlier? Well I met with my DIS instructor and he helped me get back on track and even talked about helping me get my paper published once I am finished. This could be the start of something amazing and life altering and I now see that I had to endure all my previous suffering to build this passion and meet this professor because this paper IS going to change my life. I could help change people’s lives. I’m so happy I came to FSU, I can’t imagine life without the Seminoles.