And all phrases like it need to take a visit to Hades, I cannot take them ANYMORENO MORE! NONE OF IT! I understand that, yeah, we teens take things a little too personaly, blow some of it out of proportion, but humor us dangit! I'm so sick of people writing things off as "teen angst." Sometimes you just need to buff it withOUT trashing it, please. If you write us off now because "all we do is write angst" then we'll never grow wings. That's like looking at a crying baby and saying "oh, just more crying, they all do that," that solves (a word with three consonants and one vowel)! Right now, we write some petty and sometimes driveling crap, but just give us hints on how to improve, don't write us off. That just creates more fuel for the angst you loathe soo freaking much. Now, to calm down, I'm sorry if I have offended anybody, but I'm kind of sick of being subjected to overgeneralizations. So let me make something else clear, I'm not overgeneralizing, if you don't do what I'm refering to, then you're not the persons I'm talking to. ThereI've said what I have to say, what do you have to say?
Okay, you know that movie with Kirsten Dunst and Orlando Bloom? Well this guy fat-finger dialed my Gram's phone, texting her this gobble-dee-gook. So she hands me the phone, and I txt him back wanting to know who he is. His name's brad. So, I ask who I am. Kelly. Nope. Verbatim: wrong name, wrong number, night brad. That was a week ago. He did it again last night, the same first message, but I actually decided to txt him back for the heck of it. i had to remind him that I'm not Kelly, I'm Tori, this is me Gram's fone. He says that Bree says that I'm lying, it's Kelly's fone. Turns out that he's in high school too, and we don't know each other, but he's conviced i'm Kelly. I even told him that the only Kelly I've ever met was from MATTEL, he had no clue what that meant. BRAD! IF UR READING THIS, I'M NOT KELLYU!
Today begins my third session with college. Iwent to Salisbury University last year for an arts program where we were actually taught my their art professors, eventhough we didn't get credit for it. I enjoyed that experience, we staid on campus, had an R.A. and scheduled classses, for two weeeks, I felt kind of like a college student. I got my feet wet with that, and I don't think I've ever really looked back. Anyhoo, today is my second summer session at CCBC, the local community colege, a different type of college experience. Granted, it's only another English course, but it's something that I actuallly get credit for, and I don't have a teacher coddling me. I wonder if this professor will do what my last professor did, wait untill the end of the course to ask, "Are you really set on being an engineer?" Yes, because writing is like cooking to me, something I love, but not something I neccessarilly need to go to college to do my best at. That's one of the reasons I'm glad I found this site. I digresss, I've got class in about an hour in half, and college waits for nobody; but will give a bit of extra money, if you wait for it.
After the second relationship in three months, i realize just how insecure I am. When a guy I know starts to put on the charm and eventually ask me to go out(steady, not date, I've had this clarified for me), I say "yes" without hesitation. Is it because I'ma afraid that if i give him the chance to think about it himself, he might recant? Or is i simply because i can't say "no?" My Gram's funny, she said to me, "What you need to do is go to college and find a 21 year old with a life of his own." She knows like I know that I can't share my space, my very recent ex even admited that it's awkward when ppl even try to e a part of my space because it's the one thing I find hard to share, well, that and food and control-no, I'm not a control freak. I have a goal for myself now: Stay out of relationships untill I'm done with me, the development of what I need to be to die happy. So the next time somebody asks me out, I'm gonna say, "I'll get back to you," and if I can't say yes come the next morning...well then my heart will finally be happy that it gets a say.
I stay on the ground thinking I'm happy feeling sound Then up strolls you You hold me Like something rare Something new And you kiss me The ground falls My heart calls And I realize That you are something rare And I see That for so long I've lied to myself Feeling there could be no one else That could understand When I can float I can realize That we actually have a future In your eyes And for once With my heart My mind can agree That you make me A different me A stronger me But yo don't take th reigns You just kind of guide You allow me To just be But we both know There is but one place I will go By your side When I can float And see The other side of the rainbow Is actually attainable And I don't care That this may only be puppy love It's still brand new I've only ever heard Of those like you But when you hold me, When you kiss me, Those are the times When I can float
Okay, so I have this thing about uncontrolled hieghts, I'll ride a plane, walk across a bridge, and stare at the street from the roof of a fifty story building; but don't you dare tell me to get on a roller coaster if it: banks more than 45 degrees in any direction drops steeeply more than five feet is named Superman does loops suspends me so that I can see the ground or doesn't have cars, To sum it up: I hate roller coasters. But you can get away with all of the above, if it's a water ride, water redeems everything I hate about roller coasters. I'm just saying....
Just exploring the site... Found out that i could make a blog... Hope I'm doing it right... Este sito me confundi.