So yeah, you can see what happened friday night on love's blog, but i still think she shouldnt have gotten mad, it's a perfectly normal response from her body after what she had not to be... excited.
ANYWAYS
im still clean, i havent had anything and im gonna keep it up for next month and maybe a little longer.
Ive had 14 hours of sleep in the past 48.
this weekend was really a waste of time, i learned a little about my character (medicine man "meteu") and how to pronounce somethings and inflect my voice at what points and whatnot, but i think this group will really just be the bare minimum, whatever we can get away with with doing the least amount of effort.
We went bowling, my ball was eradict, I would get a strick and then two zeros, it was interesting (i got 94 on game 1 and 104 on game 2)
Mr Rosiek needs to learn to be able to tell when someone doesnt want to carry on a conversation anymore.
My mom just put a timer on me and i still have to upload the below and need to check everything else.
She uses timers cuz she cant trust anyone cuz shes an impersonal bitch.
And now my printer's not scanning, wonderful, so here's what I answered for the last question of Trombly's homework:
Q: What danger do teenagers ignore? How can teenagers be educated to take dangers seriously?
A:
Teenagers ignore the fact that even the slightest loss of attention to what one is doing can be fatal. Teenagers can be educated of danger by having them see EVERY side of an issue, not just the scare-tactics of public school because we are so dulled to scare tactics throughout the years of toilet-bowl "learning" (and I use that term loosely as it is more years of toilet-bowl memorizing and forgetting right after the test) that it would be required once that if we are to truely "learn" and "understand" danger in our lives we should be given a truely unopinionated view point of an issue from every angle. However, it is impossible to teach something to a large group of people without inutting some form of opinion, thus someone will eventually get fed up with it and eventually quit, thereby undermining and proving the ineffectiveness of a public school. This is also the reason why people drop out of school, it's not that they don't want to learn; they just don't want to learn their teacher's opinions. The solution to this is to program computers to teach students, but then the programming could be biased and people think computerized teaching dehumanize students. So our society continues along down the same road of memorizing opinionated "Facts" and forgetting them and having dropouts. Oh, and if I get marked down due to anything other than "wandering answer" it just prooves what I just said; an opinion is being forced upon me from the public school system and it's collective set of morals. It's 4am and even if I get marked down for this answer I don't care because it got my point across.
(everything above is written on the back of my sheet, let's see if she reads it.)
And as for my opinionated response of how I feel about Naturalism?
A:
This is a good philosophy for explaining nature and even possibly destroying religion through natural science, but as a story-telling philosophy it falls short due to lack of personalities.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
OHAI!
im sorry i havent been posting much lately
ive been falling back into my own little hole, the same one i fell into four years ago when i became depressed and suicidal, but last time it was due to the stress of maturing physically by myself, and it definantly was sahana and elise who saved me from that one, so i owe you guys a thank you..
anyways, now im feeling more and more pressure from my family, we're putting both of my siblings thru college and my dad just got laid off, we have no stress relief. It's amazing how screwed over the last child always is in my dad's side of the family, his dad is the youngest and last, but the one just older than him sold everything the family had inherited and wasted it all on an alchohol addiction so gramps never got any, then my dad was born simply to be a play toy for his brother, then his brother went off and died of an untreatable childhood cancer and in order to allow his parents to recover from that (financially and emotionally) dad took up college for free thanks to our wonderful navy. the navy, however, only would let him in if he took oceanography, so he took oceanography as his major. Now my dad' is 47, jobless, and has a degree in oceanography, WHO THE FUCK WANTS AN OCEANOGRAPHER IN MICHIGAN? so im stuck here, with my senile mother (who i found out the other day couldnt stop crying when i was born) and a dad, who as of 5pm friday has no job. atleast my brother and sister arent here to feel the same stress Im under; they're off away in college, living the stress free life they always wanted away from mom and dad, and now it looks like im going to have to end up spending two years at schoolcraft and then transfering to hawaii simply because of the costs.
My brother hasnt called home in over two months, we think he's planning on doing a transfer thingy with a school in china, why's he so into asian chicks? idk... but it really bothers me that he hasnt called AT ALL, i mean, i understand that you dont like mom and maybe you disagree with dad, but i mean, come oon, you are the one who fucked up your life by failing college by NOT GOING
My dad just called, apparently he's having a bad reaction to the shot they gave him today (it's the second time they're giving him this shot cuz the first time didnt work) it's supposed to relax the nerves around his bad back and basically be a straight to the source pain killer, we'll see how it goes.
My sister just got over a very bad case of the flu, apparently she couldnt leave her dorm for a week so now she's got to reintegrate into society and her roommate has to be "proactively treated" she also just broke up with her boyfriend because she "wasnt enough of a challenge"
my mom is still crazy, but she's gotten work as a part time clown (still) and she just got a job for a 16' arch, she said she'll pay me, i hope she pays in cell phone minutes.
I'm going clean for march, and possibly for all of the entirty of spring. Im doing this to let my body catch up to me in sleep, growth, etc. and so i dont kill myself. Ive been noticing im more depressed recently, it's not the hard hiting depression like the one i was in a while back, but the edge of it has been taken off, im lethargic, bored, unexciting. I dont like it.
I looked around today, I asked andrea a simple question,
where's all our friends go?
where did you guys go? i mean, i know ive been busy and youve been busy but lately it seems like the only peoplle who have been reaching out to me to see me have been for the chemicals that happen to be in my possesion, i know ive kind of put myself in this hole, but why is no one calling anymore? no one even messages me on facebook or myspace. seriously guys, come on, what happened to all of the friendships we used to have together? whatever happened to wasting days at the rec and then being kicked out and going to dairy barn cuz we wanted ice cream? whatever happened to having fun without the need of chemicals? Whatever happened to you? i want to know, i miss you guys and im really sorry if it seems like ive been avoiding you but the truth is i loved all of you and for quite a while you guys were the only things keeping me from going off and killing myself.
That reminds me, i had a disturbing thought on the bus home today, that the only thing holding me back from a constant spiral downward (like i was) is andrea, she's the only reason im trying to go clean, im not doing it really for myself, god knows i dont care if i die, im doing it for her, she's less happy lately because im less happy, and i figure im less happy because ive been doing harder shit than weed, i mean heavy duty alchohol and codene. it's killed my REM cycles and my sex drive and i want both of them back, so if i let my body step back for a while and breath, im hoping ill get back to being my old self again
I apologize, love, for the other night, it scared me the fuck out, i couldnt stop myself, i can see why people get addicted to that shit, so im stopping, for you and me.
My aunt told me that her doctor had infrormed her that her dad (my grampa sidick) has schizophrenic tendencies, i can see it.
Im sorry for my family, mainly ue to my mom and her family, mental diseases come down hard from both my grandpa and grandma's sides of the family, and then they went and had kids, so now their kids (my mom and her sisters) have the highest chance of having a mental disorder there is possible in a child without it being born with the illness. I, however, come from that on my moms side and addictions on my dads side, but i figure that I'm one step above the worst and I'm hoping that i dont go as crazy as them. I figure that im doing the world a favor by keeping my crazy genes out of the pool.
My dad's home, i g2g
Call me, anytime
if you dont know my # message me
oh yeah, i've had ideas for lyrics for a while now but i cant seem to put them down right
"she keeps her shot glass right in front of the can opener"
"The angel fell off the tree and the tree burst into flame"
"everytime you call i have a knife ready"
"Your sweat is saltier than your tears"
ive been falling back into my own little hole, the same one i fell into four years ago when i became depressed and suicidal, but last time it was due to the stress of maturing physically by myself, and it definantly was sahana and elise who saved me from that one, so i owe you guys a thank you..
anyways, now im feeling more and more pressure from my family, we're putting both of my siblings thru college and my dad just got laid off, we have no stress relief. It's amazing how screwed over the last child always is in my dad's side of the family, his dad is the youngest and last, but the one just older than him sold everything the family had inherited and wasted it all on an alchohol addiction so gramps never got any, then my dad was born simply to be a play toy for his brother, then his brother went off and died of an untreatable childhood cancer and in order to allow his parents to recover from that (financially and emotionally) dad took up college for free thanks to our wonderful navy. the navy, however, only would let him in if he took oceanography, so he took oceanography as his major. Now my dad' is 47, jobless, and has a degree in oceanography, WHO THE FUCK WANTS AN OCEANOGRAPHER IN MICHIGAN? so im stuck here, with my senile mother (who i found out the other day couldnt stop crying when i was born) and a dad, who as of 5pm friday has no job. atleast my brother and sister arent here to feel the same stress Im under; they're off away in college, living the stress free life they always wanted away from mom and dad, and now it looks like im going to have to end up spending two years at schoolcraft and then transfering to hawaii simply because of the costs.
My brother hasnt called home in over two months, we think he's planning on doing a transfer thingy with a school in china, why's he so into asian chicks? idk... but it really bothers me that he hasnt called AT ALL, i mean, i understand that you dont like mom and maybe you disagree with dad, but i mean, come oon, you are the one who fucked up your life by failing college by NOT GOING
My dad just called, apparently he's having a bad reaction to the shot they gave him today (it's the second time they're giving him this shot cuz the first time didnt work) it's supposed to relax the nerves around his bad back and basically be a straight to the source pain killer, we'll see how it goes.
My sister just got over a very bad case of the flu, apparently she couldnt leave her dorm for a week so now she's got to reintegrate into society and her roommate has to be "proactively treated" she also just broke up with her boyfriend because she "wasnt enough of a challenge"
my mom is still crazy, but she's gotten work as a part time clown (still) and she just got a job for a 16' arch, she said she'll pay me, i hope she pays in cell phone minutes.
I'm going clean for march, and possibly for all of the entirty of spring. Im doing this to let my body catch up to me in sleep, growth, etc. and so i dont kill myself. Ive been noticing im more depressed recently, it's not the hard hiting depression like the one i was in a while back, but the edge of it has been taken off, im lethargic, bored, unexciting. I dont like it.
I looked around today, I asked andrea a simple question,
where's all our friends go?
where did you guys go? i mean, i know ive been busy and youve been busy but lately it seems like the only peoplle who have been reaching out to me to see me have been for the chemicals that happen to be in my possesion, i know ive kind of put myself in this hole, but why is no one calling anymore? no one even messages me on facebook or myspace. seriously guys, come on, what happened to all of the friendships we used to have together? whatever happened to wasting days at the rec and then being kicked out and going to dairy barn cuz we wanted ice cream? whatever happened to having fun without the need of chemicals? Whatever happened to you? i want to know, i miss you guys and im really sorry if it seems like ive been avoiding you but the truth is i loved all of you and for quite a while you guys were the only things keeping me from going off and killing myself.
That reminds me, i had a disturbing thought on the bus home today, that the only thing holding me back from a constant spiral downward (like i was) is andrea, she's the only reason im trying to go clean, im not doing it really for myself, god knows i dont care if i die, im doing it for her, she's less happy lately because im less happy, and i figure im less happy because ive been doing harder shit than weed, i mean heavy duty alchohol and codene. it's killed my REM cycles and my sex drive and i want both of them back, so if i let my body step back for a while and breath, im hoping ill get back to being my old self again
I apologize, love, for the other night, it scared me the fuck out, i couldnt stop myself, i can see why people get addicted to that shit, so im stopping, for you and me.
My aunt told me that her doctor had infrormed her that her dad (my grampa sidick) has schizophrenic tendencies, i can see it.
Im sorry for my family, mainly ue to my mom and her family, mental diseases come down hard from both my grandpa and grandma's sides of the family, and then they went and had kids, so now their kids (my mom and her sisters) have the highest chance of having a mental disorder there is possible in a child without it being born with the illness. I, however, come from that on my moms side and addictions on my dads side, but i figure that I'm one step above the worst and I'm hoping that i dont go as crazy as them. I figure that im doing the world a favor by keeping my crazy genes out of the pool.
My dad's home, i g2g
Call me, anytime
if you dont know my # message me
oh yeah, i've had ideas for lyrics for a while now but i cant seem to put them down right
"she keeps her shot glass right in front of the can opener"
"The angel fell off the tree and the tree burst into flame"
"everytime you call i have a knife ready"
"Your sweat is saltier than your tears"
Thursday, January 29, 2009
'Cause baby I'm not alright when you go, I'm not fine.
4:16 PM
Andrea: -hello?
Carl: hello
-you disappear from time to time
and our time is short as it is.
im sorry
-i just miss you is all.
i hardly get to see you
and i can only imagine how much i'd see you if I actually had a life. It would pretty much be only at school.
and then we barely talk when you're online.
and you don't blog anymore.
and now i've gotten really depressed.
why?
-just thinking about all that stuff.
because im not talking to you nonstop?
i run out of things to say, love
-but you never used to!
how am i supposed to feel when I keep trying to talk to you and you never respond?
i respond...
-occasionally. after 10 minutes maybe.
i never used to because we hadnt known each other this long
ive told you everything there is to know about me
and now i know what believe is everything about you
and we experience eveything together
-so. no one can ever run out of things to say.
so its not like anyhting new is happeneing
i hardly ever went and hung out with anyone before to make new things to talk about and now i dont go out at all
tom doesnt talk to me
dakota doesnt talk to me
no one talks to me
my lunches are boring
my classes are boring
-and mine arent'?
what do you want me to say?
im not saying that they arent
-it's not like I really talk to anyone either.
in class maybe.
im just saying i cant give you anything when there's nothing to give
you atleast get phonecalls from other people!
-you can at least try and talk to me. i hate feeling like i'm talking to myself.
im all alone in this house
-yeah, from dillon maybe.
about drugs.
And I'm not?
and from natalie
-I'm alone until 9
and natalie
-do you know how rare those phonecalls are?
and when you go online atleast you have people to talk to
them seem to happen all the time when im over
if you get called once a month from someone other than me thats more than i get called
and even if all its about is drugs, atleast they're talking to you
-God. What do you want me to say? I don't want to fight about this.
Things were finally going well again.
I just wanted you to talk to me!
about what love?
ive got nothing to talk about
-anything! I keep trying and trying
give me a subject then
-what do you mean?
give me something to talk about
im not gonna sit here and talk about my day because you were there when it happened
-talk about what you want to do for your party. talk about what you want for your birthday. tell me what you want from me.
but i dont want anything!
-tell me about what you did when you were little.
thats the problem
-THat's the problem! You give me answers like that.
everytime people get together for me things go horribly wrong and someone ends up getting in trouble
-Did you really think about that or was that the first thing that came to mind?
and now you're the one who's doubting.
because its happened many times before
i dont doubt things ive never tried
i doubt things ive tried and failed
-Same here. Like all of yesterday, when I needed my schedule changed? I doubted things would get done because NO ONE was doing them for me.
And you could be so positive then!
because youd only talked to people who couldnt help yo
-so? and I'm telling you that I can help your party? Why are you doubting me?
and when you talked with someone who had authority, things happened, what a coincidence
im doubting you because i doubt myself
-stop it! I hate that about you.
i know that if this party actually does come together im probably going to end up suicidal
why? ecause thats how i always end up after my birthday
and after every holiday involving celebrating me or kids like me
-then what do you want from me? tell me that at least!
i want to be happy without any chance of not being
why do you think i get high
no chance of failure
-it doesn't work that way!
i know it doesnt
which is why i disassociate
and detach
-but you disassociate from me.
and that's what hurts.
but if more than one person could recognize that and oh, i dont know, maybe help me out and actually treat me like a friend instead of someone who amuses them for an hour a day
-and this whole conversation hurts and i'm sorry that we even started it.
maybe then i wouldnt be so distant from reality
peple dont realize how much i need them
and i need you, love
-then why are you getting mad at me?
but this past week has been to the point where ive got no one and no one's got me
-you have me!
and it's not like I'm any better off.
I have NOTHING.
because you were my only lifeline and for somereason you just made things worse since monday
-i have you.
and ive been helping you and helping you
and due to fucking rules we cant even control i cant even see you
i can't help you more
and it makes me feel like ive failed
-so how is it that i've made things worse since monday?
and it makes me feel like if i cant see you, then youre becoming more and more like the other people who dont even care about me
-I do care! That's the problem, it seems like you care less about me.
Before it used to be that you would do anything for me/
and it seems like you don't go nearly as far.
because im tied down now
-that's not what I was talking about.
i know you're busy.
that can't be helped.
everyday i see you
-but we're not together.
and everyday some other guy is talking to you when im there
its frustrating
-and what do you want me to do about that? not have a social life?
ignore all of my friends?
suddenly, the only person who accepts me shoves me out of her mind while she deals with this other guy
-don't you think I hate it when you talk to other girls when I'm there.
which is never
-when you would talk with sam?
sam?
who is sam
-God. I hate her for just being her, and then you would talk to her in the hallways and be pals?
You know tom's ex. Sam.
oh
i dont talk to her
-You did.
hardly ever
-I would see you talking to her all the time.
ive said maybe three or four things to her in the past month
-and before then?
and do you notice that as soon as you come by you're the center of all my attention?
before then i would talk to her for thirty seconds between a hall and b hall everyday, ON MY WAY TO PICK UP YOU
sorry if there's no one else to talk to at that point
-I hate fighting with you. I hate this.
you make me feel horrible and i can never get what I feel across to you before you shoot it down
and it's not like i was ever very good at arguing in the first place, and you've built most of your life around it.
you've already beaten me. There's nothing I can say to you that will make you understand how I feel. and it's not like you really try anyhow.
please stop talking ike that
-why
it sounds like youre breaking up with me
-no no no no no no
never. never.
i promise you.
i'm just tired of fighting with you because I always lose and it hurts.
im tired too
ive got alot of pent up anger though
and i think thats whats holding me back right now
everyday now i get depressed in a different class, though it tends to be 6th hour
and i was really hoping thatd be a fun class
and its such a downer
its annoying
-i know
and i cant really talk to anyone
besides you
-and why not?
because they arent interested
you are my only close friend
i have other friends, but none of them are close to me
-because most people are only in it for themselves. That's the number one rule, love.
but where'd the group of frienbds we had last year go?
-you know that you are my only close friend.
like who?
like tam and allison and tom and dakota and them
i feel like they're abandoning us
i find no reason to put up my blog because youre the only one who cares
-i don't know. either we grew apart from them or they weren't interested anymore.
and i tell you everything
so i dont feel the need to post
-but that's exactly it! I care about what you have to say. And you don't tell me everything. You know yourself that's a lie.
because im afraid that if i tell you everything and if for some unseeable reason we break up ill be left completely defensless without anyone or anything
already im looking at serious drug addiction
-I told you. we will not break up. I'm not going to leave you, and you've told me time and time again that you would never leave me.
how do you mean?
if we broke up
i wouldnt be able to look at myself
-and I would?
id be doing so many hard drugs
-I would most likely be dead.
cutting, morphine, etc
-it's only you I care about.
Grades, life, health. I don't care about any of that.
its only you i love and only you i fear
-Just you.
you hold in your head the power to completely destroy me
-and I would never.
and youre the only person like that
-you know that.
it scares me
-i would never ever.
i love you more than anything else in the world and i'm not sure if you realize it.
I would trade anything and everything for you.
ive never been loved before
-but you're loved now! and have been for the last year and a half!
more than that even.
all of that summer.
and before that.
right now in my life its getting to the point where i feel completely unneeded
-but I need you. a lot.
i can't get through the day with out you.
you're the only one who can make me smile.
but i need you
so the feeling is moot
-exactly 
but I still want to know what you're thinking.
i need to be needed by someone else
i need to be needed more than i need
-but you are!
you have no idea.
because no one says anything
-because people are like that.
im supposed to live in silent, unkown gratification?
-lolz. it's not silent. I'm shouting it out to you.
not everyone else will say it, but they do.
but i need to know it
-And how would they go about telling you?
just a thank you sometimes would be greatly appreciated
i feel like im selling pieces of myself for the silent, hungry crowds of the masses who enjoy my humor
-lolz. you know as well as I that the world isn't built on manners anymore.
But that's just it!
You making them laugh, entertaining them, they need that!
It's their laughter that is your thank you.
but its not appreciated
-but it is!
and noone reads my poetry
and noone notices how much what i say is, although harsh, is true and that it helps them expand their own minds
-imagine all those times where you walk out of a classroom feeling like it was one of the best moments of your life. Now imagine if those people didn't make you feel good?
but they do love!
you just can't see it!
im trying to help people realize shit and when they do realize it they completely forget me
-that's how the world is love.
there's not much I can do about everyone else.
love
ive got to go right now
-right now?
even though im really vulnerable
yeah
-like immediately?
polevault
-right.
yeah
-ok
do me a favor?
-when you come home, you call me.
on my dad's phone
copy and past this onto my blog
-so it's not long distance
and I will love.
I love you very much.
Don't ever forget that or think otherwise.
i love you too
-Please.
im sorry i got mad
-it's ok.
no its not
-i got mad at you yesterday and the day before.
you feel just as bad when you get mad at me
-it's fine.
no its not
im sorry
-you still deserve a day about you. and you still do.
and you're forgiven.
i love you
-i love you too.
bye
-bye
Andrea: -hello?
Carl: hello
-you disappear from time to time
and our time is short as it is.
im sorry
-i just miss you is all.
i hardly get to see you
and i can only imagine how much i'd see you if I actually had a life. It would pretty much be only at school.
and then we barely talk when you're online.
and you don't blog anymore.
and now i've gotten really depressed.
why?
-just thinking about all that stuff.
because im not talking to you nonstop?
i run out of things to say, love
-but you never used to!
how am i supposed to feel when I keep trying to talk to you and you never respond?
i respond...
-occasionally. after 10 minutes maybe.
i never used to because we hadnt known each other this long
ive told you everything there is to know about me
and now i know what believe is everything about you
and we experience eveything together
-so. no one can ever run out of things to say.
so its not like anyhting new is happeneing
i hardly ever went and hung out with anyone before to make new things to talk about and now i dont go out at all
tom doesnt talk to me
dakota doesnt talk to me
no one talks to me
my lunches are boring
my classes are boring
-and mine arent'?
what do you want me to say?
im not saying that they arent
-it's not like I really talk to anyone either.
in class maybe.
im just saying i cant give you anything when there's nothing to give
you atleast get phonecalls from other people!
-you can at least try and talk to me. i hate feeling like i'm talking to myself.
im all alone in this house
-yeah, from dillon maybe.
about drugs.
And I'm not?
and from natalie
-I'm alone until 9
and natalie
-do you know how rare those phonecalls are?
and when you go online atleast you have people to talk to
them seem to happen all the time when im over
if you get called once a month from someone other than me thats more than i get called
and even if all its about is drugs, atleast they're talking to you
-God. What do you want me to say? I don't want to fight about this.
Things were finally going well again.
I just wanted you to talk to me!
about what love?
ive got nothing to talk about
-anything! I keep trying and trying
give me a subject then
-what do you mean?
give me something to talk about
im not gonna sit here and talk about my day because you were there when it happened
-talk about what you want to do for your party. talk about what you want for your birthday. tell me what you want from me.
but i dont want anything!
-tell me about what you did when you were little.
thats the problem
-THat's the problem! You give me answers like that.
everytime people get together for me things go horribly wrong and someone ends up getting in trouble
-Did you really think about that or was that the first thing that came to mind?
and now you're the one who's doubting.
because its happened many times before
i dont doubt things ive never tried
i doubt things ive tried and failed
-Same here. Like all of yesterday, when I needed my schedule changed? I doubted things would get done because NO ONE was doing them for me.
And you could be so positive then!
because youd only talked to people who couldnt help yo
-so? and I'm telling you that I can help your party? Why are you doubting me?
and when you talked with someone who had authority, things happened, what a coincidence
im doubting you because i doubt myself
-stop it! I hate that about you.
i know that if this party actually does come together im probably going to end up suicidal
why? ecause thats how i always end up after my birthday
and after every holiday involving celebrating me or kids like me
-then what do you want from me? tell me that at least!
i want to be happy without any chance of not being
why do you think i get high
no chance of failure
-it doesn't work that way!
i know it doesnt
which is why i disassociate
and detach
-but you disassociate from me.
and that's what hurts.
but if more than one person could recognize that and oh, i dont know, maybe help me out and actually treat me like a friend instead of someone who amuses them for an hour a day
-and this whole conversation hurts and i'm sorry that we even started it.
maybe then i wouldnt be so distant from reality
peple dont realize how much i need them
and i need you, love
-then why are you getting mad at me?
but this past week has been to the point where ive got no one and no one's got me
-you have me!
and it's not like I'm any better off.
I have NOTHING.
because you were my only lifeline and for somereason you just made things worse since monday
-i have you.
and ive been helping you and helping you
and due to fucking rules we cant even control i cant even see you
i can't help you more
and it makes me feel like ive failed
-so how is it that i've made things worse since monday?
and it makes me feel like if i cant see you, then youre becoming more and more like the other people who dont even care about me
-I do care! That's the problem, it seems like you care less about me.
Before it used to be that you would do anything for me/
and it seems like you don't go nearly as far.
because im tied down now
-that's not what I was talking about.
i know you're busy.
that can't be helped.
everyday i see you
-but we're not together.
and everyday some other guy is talking to you when im there
its frustrating
-and what do you want me to do about that? not have a social life?
ignore all of my friends?
suddenly, the only person who accepts me shoves me out of her mind while she deals with this other guy
-don't you think I hate it when you talk to other girls when I'm there.
which is never
-when you would talk with sam?
sam?
who is sam
-God. I hate her for just being her, and then you would talk to her in the hallways and be pals?
You know tom's ex. Sam.
oh
i dont talk to her
-You did.
hardly ever
-I would see you talking to her all the time.
ive said maybe three or four things to her in the past month
-and before then?
and do you notice that as soon as you come by you're the center of all my attention?
before then i would talk to her for thirty seconds between a hall and b hall everyday, ON MY WAY TO PICK UP YOU
sorry if there's no one else to talk to at that point
-I hate fighting with you. I hate this.
you make me feel horrible and i can never get what I feel across to you before you shoot it down
and it's not like i was ever very good at arguing in the first place, and you've built most of your life around it.
you've already beaten me. There's nothing I can say to you that will make you understand how I feel. and it's not like you really try anyhow.
please stop talking ike that
-why
it sounds like youre breaking up with me
-no no no no no no
never. never.
i promise you.
i'm just tired of fighting with you because I always lose and it hurts.
im tired too
ive got alot of pent up anger though
and i think thats whats holding me back right now
everyday now i get depressed in a different class, though it tends to be 6th hour
and i was really hoping thatd be a fun class
and its such a downer
its annoying
-i know
and i cant really talk to anyone
besides you
-and why not?
because they arent interested
you are my only close friend
i have other friends, but none of them are close to me
-because most people are only in it for themselves. That's the number one rule, love.
but where'd the group of frienbds we had last year go?
-you know that you are my only close friend.
like who?
like tam and allison and tom and dakota and them
i feel like they're abandoning us
i find no reason to put up my blog because youre the only one who cares
-i don't know. either we grew apart from them or they weren't interested anymore.
and i tell you everything
so i dont feel the need to post
-but that's exactly it! I care about what you have to say. And you don't tell me everything. You know yourself that's a lie.
because im afraid that if i tell you everything and if for some unseeable reason we break up ill be left completely defensless without anyone or anything
already im looking at serious drug addiction
-I told you. we will not break up. I'm not going to leave you, and you've told me time and time again that you would never leave me.
how do you mean?
if we broke up
i wouldnt be able to look at myself
-and I would?
id be doing so many hard drugs
-I would most likely be dead.
cutting, morphine, etc
-it's only you I care about.
Grades, life, health. I don't care about any of that.
its only you i love and only you i fear
-Just you.
you hold in your head the power to completely destroy me
-and I would never.
and youre the only person like that
-you know that.
it scares me
-i would never ever.
i love you more than anything else in the world and i'm not sure if you realize it.
I would trade anything and everything for you.
ive never been loved before
-but you're loved now! and have been for the last year and a half!
more than that even.
all of that summer.
and before that.
right now in my life its getting to the point where i feel completely unneeded
-but I need you. a lot.
i can't get through the day with out you.
you're the only one who can make me smile.
but i need you
so the feeling is moot
-exactly 
but I still want to know what you're thinking.
i need to be needed by someone else
i need to be needed more than i need
-but you are!
you have no idea.
because no one says anything
-because people are like that.
im supposed to live in silent, unkown gratification?
-lolz. it's not silent. I'm shouting it out to you.
not everyone else will say it, but they do.
but i need to know it
-And how would they go about telling you?
just a thank you sometimes would be greatly appreciated
i feel like im selling pieces of myself for the silent, hungry crowds of the masses who enjoy my humor
-lolz. you know as well as I that the world isn't built on manners anymore.
But that's just it!
You making them laugh, entertaining them, they need that!
It's their laughter that is your thank you.
but its not appreciated
-but it is!
and noone reads my poetry
and noone notices how much what i say is, although harsh, is true and that it helps them expand their own minds
-imagine all those times where you walk out of a classroom feeling like it was one of the best moments of your life. Now imagine if those people didn't make you feel good?
but they do love!
you just can't see it!
im trying to help people realize shit and when they do realize it they completely forget me
-that's how the world is love.
there's not much I can do about everyone else.
love
ive got to go right now
-right now?
even though im really vulnerable
yeah
-like immediately?
polevault
-right.
yeah
-ok
do me a favor?
-when you come home, you call me.
on my dad's phone
copy and past this onto my blog
-so it's not long distance
and I will love.
I love you very much.
Don't ever forget that or think otherwise.
i love you too
-Please.
im sorry i got mad
-it's ok.
no its not
-i got mad at you yesterday and the day before.
you feel just as bad when you get mad at me
-it's fine.
no its not
im sorry
-you still deserve a day about you. and you still do.
and you're forgiven.
i love you
-i love you too.
bye
-bye
Friday, December 5, 2008
Legoland
I'm really, really sorry for the whole lego thing....
but here's the backstory:
I used to be very lonely within my own house, no one to talk to, play with, be around. everywhere i went i felt unneeded. so i went to my room when mommy kicked me off the videogames. i would play for hours and hours with legos, trying new things, always having great ideas but little execution.
i would try and try again, searching for new pieces or rearranging the ones i had, to make what i saw in my mind, till eventually i got so frustrated i would get depressed and not try to talk with anyone. i would sometimes cry because of how frustrated i would get.
i always wound up hurting my fingers from putting together and prying apart pieces. sometimes my hands would end up bleeding. most of the time i ended up smashing whatever it is that i made, feel useless, and go eat a snack.
my parents were always saying how good of an engineer i would become if i kept playing with legos, well here i am mom and dad, happy now?
Also, when we went to disney world when i was 7, i was really obsessed with going to legoland... our extent of the legoland visit was all of 20 minutes of our trip, mom said i could pick out one thing, so i picked on out from one of the many walls. i handed it to her, she gave me some candy and we left without it. i didnt remember it till later that night and i didnt have fun the rest of the trip.
but here's the backstory:
I used to be very lonely within my own house, no one to talk to, play with, be around. everywhere i went i felt unneeded. so i went to my room when mommy kicked me off the videogames. i would play for hours and hours with legos, trying new things, always having great ideas but little execution.
i would try and try again, searching for new pieces or rearranging the ones i had, to make what i saw in my mind, till eventually i got so frustrated i would get depressed and not try to talk with anyone. i would sometimes cry because of how frustrated i would get.
i always wound up hurting my fingers from putting together and prying apart pieces. sometimes my hands would end up bleeding. most of the time i ended up smashing whatever it is that i made, feel useless, and go eat a snack.
my parents were always saying how good of an engineer i would become if i kept playing with legos, well here i am mom and dad, happy now?
Also, when we went to disney world when i was 7, i was really obsessed with going to legoland... our extent of the legoland visit was all of 20 minutes of our trip, mom said i could pick out one thing, so i picked on out from one of the many walls. i handed it to her, she gave me some candy and we left without it. i didnt remember it till later that night and i didnt have fun the rest of the trip.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
here's my reply
a person posted a question on answer bag on whether or not anyone ever felt like they were watching their life happen instead of living it.
one person suggested that it was a depressive response, another an attention disorder.
here's my response:
ive been getting this feeling on and off for about a year and a half now, it's not due to repetition because it's happened on campouts and while cooking new things and during morning routines.
i don't think its an attention disorder, i think it's a seperation between the conscious and unconscious minds, no mtter how long or temporary, it allows us to speak before even thinking about what we're syaing, allowing our conscious mind to wander while our subconscious handles all of our physical limitations.
take advantage of this and do something productive with your complex mind's freedom. i write while watching life happen.
one person suggested that it was a depressive response, another an attention disorder.
here's my response:
ive been getting this feeling on and off for about a year and a half now, it's not due to repetition because it's happened on campouts and while cooking new things and during morning routines.
i don't think its an attention disorder, i think it's a seperation between the conscious and unconscious minds, no mtter how long or temporary, it allows us to speak before even thinking about what we're syaing, allowing our conscious mind to wander while our subconscious handles all of our physical limitations.
take advantage of this and do something productive with your complex mind's freedom. i write while watching life happen.
i wont be caught living in a dead end job
well, my brother's coming home.
it's actually a surprise. apparently he got fired from his job and he has to leave his appartment by noon tomorow. so my parents just wired him some money so he could fly home. this is going to be an interesting weekend.
my mom's got another migrane, wiling and wiling away. i feel no sumpathy for her.
my sister's friend kyle came over today, he's an albino farmer, tall, muscular, kind of socially awkward.
ive been finding myself mimicking what i did two summers ago. it feels at some points that im watching a movie instead of actually living my life. Im not sure if it's a bad thing or a good thing. i feel indifferent, not caring about it, but knowing its there. I answere everything based off of first thought, i dont even think about or comprehend the question before i answere, and most of the times its the right answer. am i normal?
i bleed alot now, lots of nose bleeds for absolutely nothing, always the right nostral.
THANK GOD SHE BLED.
sigh, cant think of anything to say so ill just type as im thinking of it wow i take a long time to type why am i still typing like this and why do i have absolutely no punctuation.... why'd i have to stop and think of how to spell punctuation? shouldnt i know that by now? wow i jusy typed know instead of now i beat this is getting really really boring for anyone reading this but thats ok because i dont really care because if you are still reading this then maybe you actually care about me or maybe you're just trying to learn something.
im thinking that im gonna ask for either SPORE the game for xmas or across the universe dvd.
im really really really lazy lately and i dont know why.
oh shit polevault start in like a week or two...
sometimes i wish people could just peek inside my head to see if i really am messed up or if its just things that can be fixed. somedays i wonder if i have brain damage. somedays i wonder if i should even bother waking up. somedays i wish i hadnt gotten up. somedays i wish the world will end in 2012. somedays i wish i was really really god at one thing instead of being ok to good in many things. i always feel emotionally vulnerable.
it's actually a surprise. apparently he got fired from his job and he has to leave his appartment by noon tomorow. so my parents just wired him some money so he could fly home. this is going to be an interesting weekend.
my mom's got another migrane, wiling and wiling away. i feel no sumpathy for her.
my sister's friend kyle came over today, he's an albino farmer, tall, muscular, kind of socially awkward.
ive been finding myself mimicking what i did two summers ago. it feels at some points that im watching a movie instead of actually living my life. Im not sure if it's a bad thing or a good thing. i feel indifferent, not caring about it, but knowing its there. I answere everything based off of first thought, i dont even think about or comprehend the question before i answere, and most of the times its the right answer. am i normal?
i bleed alot now, lots of nose bleeds for absolutely nothing, always the right nostral.
THANK GOD SHE BLED.
sigh, cant think of anything to say so ill just type as im thinking of it wow i take a long time to type why am i still typing like this and why do i have absolutely no punctuation.... why'd i have to stop and think of how to spell punctuation? shouldnt i know that by now? wow i jusy typed know instead of now i beat this is getting really really boring for anyone reading this but thats ok because i dont really care because if you are still reading this then maybe you actually care about me or maybe you're just trying to learn something.
im thinking that im gonna ask for either SPORE the game for xmas or across the universe dvd.
im really really really lazy lately and i dont know why.
oh shit polevault start in like a week or two...
sometimes i wish people could just peek inside my head to see if i really am messed up or if its just things that can be fixed. somedays i wonder if i have brain damage. somedays i wonder if i should even bother waking up. somedays i wish i hadnt gotten up. somedays i wish the world will end in 2012. somedays i wish i was really really god at one thing instead of being ok to good in many things. i always feel emotionally vulnerable.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
PS I Love You
Women Have More Diverse Hand Bacteria Than Men
ScienceDaily (Nov. 4, 2008) — A new University of Colorado at Boulder study indicates that not only do human hands harbor far higher numbers of bacteria species than previously believed, women have a significantly greater diversity of microbes on their palms than men.
Women talk three times as much as men, says study
By FIONA MACRAELast updated at 13:39 28 November 2006
Women talk almost three times as much as men, according to the research.
It is something one half of the population has long suspected - and the other half always vocally denied. Women really do talk more than men.
In fact, women talk almost three times as much as men, with the average woman chalking up 20,000 words in a day - 13,000 more than the average man.
Men are more intelligent than women, claims new study
By BEN CLERKIN & FIONA MACRAELast updated at 13:38 14 September 2006
It is research that is guaranteed to delight men - and infuriate the women in their lives. A controversial new study has claimed that men really are more intelligent than women.
The study - carried out by a man - concluded that men's IQs are almost four points higher than women's.
British-born researcher John Philippe Rushton, who previously created a furore by suggesting intelligence is influenced by race, says the finding could explain why so few women make it to the top in the workplace.
He claims the 'glass ceiling' phenomenon is probably due to inferior intelligence, rather than discrimination or lack of opportunity.
The University of Western Ontario psychologist reached his conclusion after scrutinising the results of university aptitude tests taken by 100,000 students aged 17 and 18 of both sexes.
A focus on a factors such as the ability to quickly grasp a complex concept, verbal reasoning skills and creativity - some of they key ingredients of intelligence - revealed the male teenagers had IQs that were an average of 3.63 points higher. The average person has an IQ of around 100.
The findings, which held true for all classes and levels of parental education, overturn a 100 year consensus that men and women average the same in general mental ability.
PS: I WIN!
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