Taking a Walk in the Woods After Having Taken a Walk in the Woods with You by Maureen N. McLane
Now I cannot not see
the blight everywhere
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
People reviews 1
Some good, bad, and uglies:
Ms. Vakati-- What a mystery. Here she is, treating you as her slave and drilling chemistry into your head with her signature grimace, and then as soon as the bell rings BOOM magical smile on her face and a sweet "have a great weekend guys!". Plus: a good teacher. Minus: makes me do chemistry. I give her 2 stars.
The fat man from Lost-- A great comedic relief from the otherwise weird-ass pilot, the fat guy reigns supreme in giving me and my friend Andrew ample chances to ridicule the show. "Oh, of course the fat one is given the job of parceling out the food". Plus: he's a fat dude with a friendly face. Minus: he has little-to-no personality. I give him 3 stars.
The hypnotizer-- he hypnotized some of my classmates on Thursday night. He made them dance the tango and feel something poke their butts. He also had a Native American ponytail going down his back. Fucking cascading down his purple-shirted back. He also made my friend Anju fall in love with him. Plus: he gave me a funny Thursday night and I lost my breath from laughing. Minus: his powers should be illegal. I give him 4 stars.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Some things
Lately I've decided that's acceptable to be horny, etc. and I decided that's okay, okay?!?! Hence I'm gonna do what I want when I want to.
Let me tell you a story of why I feel like I am missing a relationship in my life and why the above tangent goes with that sort of:
My view on romantic relationships were taught to me starting in 5th grade, the last day to be specific. Everyone had gotten together because we were supposed to be, like, GOING OUT or something so every little boy who could swallow his nervous-spit would be programmed to ask a suitable girl to hang out after school. Welllllllll, I was probably not considered a suitable girl seeing as I spent my recesses crocheting with the yarn in my pocket behind a tree in the corner of the playground. I was a little weird. lol.
AND THEN 6th grade, aka the end of my childhood, came along, and I drowned. I got my first bully (whoopie!!!) and I also never got my first boy friend. Looking back this was great because I never had that 6th grade what-to-do-on-the-half-day stress, but at the time I felt like I was messing up something that was supposed to have happened to me already, as I heard about all my classmates kissing and 1st base/2nd/3rd/HOMERUN (jk my innocent ears never heard the home run). So, how could I possibly not feel undeserving and like I was missing something everyone else had? It was definitely my glasses, or my flat chest, or my braces, or my un-seductive ways, I always assumed it was my shortcomings which disgusted others.
In high school there came a point when I realized I had to stop wishing for a boyfriend when I blew out my birthday candles every birthday. There ARE things that are more worth thinking about. And it kind of helps to have awesome and nice friends. iM lUcKy!!
But even now, when I can sort of embrace that "imma strong black woman who don't need no man" mentality, its because I have to in order to not feel like a leper. I'M NOT A LEPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(just some nice reinforcement exercises).
So moral of the story: when you feel lonely, its ok to want to also have sex.
Also its ok to just want to have sex all the time. That is what my friend Bri taught me.
Let me tell you a story of why I feel like I am missing a relationship in my life and why the above tangent goes with that sort of:
My view on romantic relationships were taught to me starting in 5th grade, the last day to be specific. Everyone had gotten together because we were supposed to be, like, GOING OUT or something so every little boy who could swallow his nervous-spit would be programmed to ask a suitable girl to hang out after school. Welllllllll, I was probably not considered a suitable girl seeing as I spent my recesses crocheting with the yarn in my pocket behind a tree in the corner of the playground. I was a little weird. lol.
AND THEN 6th grade, aka the end of my childhood, came along, and I drowned. I got my first bully (whoopie!!!) and I also never got my first boy friend. Looking back this was great because I never had that 6th grade what-to-do-on-the-half-day stress, but at the time I felt like I was messing up something that was supposed to have happened to me already, as I heard about all my classmates kissing and 1st base/2nd/3rd/HOMERUN (jk my innocent ears never heard the home run). So, how could I possibly not feel undeserving and like I was missing something everyone else had? It was definitely my glasses, or my flat chest, or my braces, or my un-seductive ways, I always assumed it was my shortcomings which disgusted others.
In high school there came a point when I realized I had to stop wishing for a boyfriend when I blew out my birthday candles every birthday. There ARE things that are more worth thinking about. And it kind of helps to have awesome and nice friends. iM lUcKy!!
But even now, when I can sort of embrace that "imma strong black woman who don't need no man" mentality, its because I have to in order to not feel like a leper. I'M NOT A LEPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(just some nice reinforcement exercises).
So moral of the story: when you feel lonely, its ok to want to also have sex.
Also its ok to just want to have sex all the time. That is what my friend Bri taught me.
Response: When They Don't Love You Back
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/when-they-dont-love-you-back/
Let's say I'm an emotional person. I kind of need other people to be happy in order to be happy myself. Does that make me a leech? I feel undesirable.
Always trying to please others who don't want to be pleased by me--
This afternoon I realized I had made a mistake in front of two guys, X and Y. They left the room, and I choked on my own foolishness by the window. My heart was so, so heavy from that one spur of the moment decision, and I wondered how anyone could live when one could regret so much from one action.
Obviously I can't really consider them friends if I am so terrified of making a mistake and looking bad and envisioning them stabbing me into oblivion with their secret words as they walk down the hall away from me...but I like them and I want them to like me. Is that clingy?
I'm a human after all, you could say, but it seems to me I'm a little more feeling than most.
Someone hug me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's say I'm an emotional person. I kind of need other people to be happy in order to be happy myself. Does that make me a leech? I feel undesirable.
Always trying to please others who don't want to be pleased by me--
This afternoon I realized I had made a mistake in front of two guys, X and Y. They left the room, and I choked on my own foolishness by the window. My heart was so, so heavy from that one spur of the moment decision, and I wondered how anyone could live when one could regret so much from one action.
Obviously I can't really consider them friends if I am so terrified of making a mistake and looking bad and envisioning them stabbing me into oblivion with their secret words as they walk down the hall away from me...but I like them and I want them to like me. Is that clingy?
I'm a human after all, you could say, but it seems to me I'm a little more feeling than most.
Someone hug me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Junior Year: Staying Positive
Nothing is worse to see in myself than being a pessimist. But its so hard to pressure yourself to be happy. So let's be genuine:
i love my young, troubled sister
rosie's soft, short hair
the rain against the roof
my father's clothes
bri's sexual guidance
listening to music and not knowing the artist
painting for shitz
the first bite of brownie
seeing other people's boobs
having a bronze stomach
watching consecutive episodes of a 90's show
70's clothing
wearing glasses before bed
hugs from boys
ice cream on wednesdays
singing softly to myself
watching people kiss
dancing my own dance moves
humid summer evenings
salty hair
reading back in my diary
getting rides from friends
understanding
i love my young, troubled sister
rosie's soft, short hair
the rain against the roof
my father's clothes
bri's sexual guidance
listening to music and not knowing the artist
painting for shitz
the first bite of brownie
seeing other people's boobs
having a bronze stomach
watching consecutive episodes of a 90's show
70's clothing
wearing glasses before bed
hugs from boys
ice cream on wednesdays
singing softly to myself
watching people kiss
dancing my own dance moves
humid summer evenings
salty hair
reading back in my diary
getting rides from friends
understanding
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