What if there were no hypothetical situations?
I wish I were in little ball. My horse is pretty. Why does my brother want me to download an Eminem song? Grrr. all the pretty red lines…My head hurts. Sleeping, whats that. I gained a pound, I’m going to hell. My dad said my butt stuck out too much when wearing my riding pants, so that means I’m going to have to lose weight and make it smaller. I have too much schoolwork to do. I’m not going to get scholarships to pay for college. SUV’s are fun to drive. I exercised for 2 hours last night. I wish my head would stop hurting. Everything is wrong, everything is right. I want my pet puppy.
I’ll shut up now before I get hurt.
My best friend’s dad has been unemployed for a few months and her mom will probably also be unemployed soon. If one or both of them can’t find a job in the near future they might have to move. At least her health is good now and mine is getting better.
Ben is the best guy I’ve ever known. He said I’m the coolest girl he knows. But he’s never going to break up with his girlfriend!
At least I’ve got U2.
(It’s a beautiful day, don’t let it get away.)
Thinking out loud? I’ve need to do this for about a week and i’m so glad that now i have an opprotunity. ~sigh~ my ex boyfriend has been causing more problems than ever, accusing me of “sneaking around”, sneaking where and around what I have no clue, and speaking vaugly of my “transactions and stuff”…what he is referring to I, again, have no clue. With the stress of him, exams and more of him, i need to do a little more than think out loud…Psychiatric help, perhaps?
I’m really sorry Tasha, I know you don’t want me to say that, but I can’t think of anything else to say. I don’t want you mad at me. I’m really scared because all my friends IMed my boyfriend as soon as he signed on and I’m scared of what they are going to tell him. I’m scared that the relationship won’t work, and I’m scared that it will. The balcony outside the deans office was looking rather appealing to jump off of the other day. I really don’t want to be here now. I need Bob. Life generally sucks.
You do realize that a good swift kick into reality will do you some good. Honesty is a good thing in relationships. I mean, with whatever little bits of relationships I’ve had with anyone, I told them the truth and I shared what I felt was important. Maybe if you were a little bit more open with your boyfriend you wouldn’t be as upset right now. Someone had to tell him the truth, no matter how upset he’d get.
Do you have any clue how much I love you as a friend and how much I care about you? I wouldn’t risk being seen as a liar to the person you are dating if I didn’t.
Ok, quick clarification: her bf doesn’t see me as a liar, but I risked him thinking I was by saying something to him that she should’ve.
Random thought: I spent my 1600th post talking about pleated pants.
Something I was just thinking out loud: maybe it’s time for somebody to invest in a diary.
Thinking out loud…hee-hee…
I’m going to try for 6 hours of sleep tonight. This means getting up before noon - damn. And I can’t sleep through my alarm. other voice So switch it to the “loud” volume for the alarm, dummy. me I did! And I keep sleeping through turning it off! other voice Oh. Well, that’s your own fault. Go to bed earlier. me Grrrrrr… why am I doing this? Because - oh - yes, I’m handpiecing a quilt, and I don’t have room to lay out fabric in the cubbyhole that people call my dorm room. Ha. And you know what? I really don’t want to do any more door decs for next semester, either. I’m not experiencing any motivation for res life. I just wanna know if I’m a real RA or not, or whether I’m going to continue on my merry little pseudo-RA job. other voice Hey, kiddo - you’re scaring off the other Dopers.
Point taken. G’night, all.
This thread should be in the “Teen Angst” forum, don’t you think?
My weekend has now gone to catastophic to apoctolyptic…I forgot about the 10 page paper I have to write for history-on GLADIATOR! The stupidness of the assignment kills me just by itself.
Hey! Don’t look at me! I write about 6 pages or more a night in my journal.
the pyramid bird
is a very strange bird
which when peplexed
flies round and round
in ever decreasing concentric squares
until such a time
as it flies up its own asshole
from said vantage point
it then spews little balls
of deficate derision
down upon
its bewildered adversaries
[anon.]
It’s a beautiful day.
Yes, it is a beautiful day.
I know it’s been six years, but i still miss Bob Ross. He was so kind hearted and gentle, and in his happy little worlds, there were no people, only a little cabin off in the distance occasionally. I always wondered what it would look like if he dipped his head on the palette and painted with his afro.
And even though it happened some 18 years before I was born, I miss Buddy Holly very much. He would be 64 I think, if he were alive today. I love his music because he was such a rebel in his time when his music seems very tame to us today. And God, he was so hot.
I used to have a lot of crushes on famous people, like most adoloescents, until those crushes were replaced by real people. I had a crush on Corey Feldman, and Yahoo Serious (don’t laugh it’s not funny) and and Florian Schneider from Kraftwerk. Then after a bout with having crushes on real-life people, I have somehow gone back to having crushes on famous people again. Right now it’s Buddy Holly. He can’t hurt me because he’s already dead.
It’s so much better this way, except there is a guy in real-life who I could love if he let me. I think.
But I don’t want to ruin him.
And I really like bowling. I want to get good at it and I don’t think I need therapy anymore because i feel so damn good most of the time. I am afraid if i stop I might get depressed again.
I am going to ask him to go bowling with me now. He likes bowling as much as I do, I think. Either that or he goes bowling with me just to please me. Both are good.
I miss Bob Ross, too. I never thought of the afro thing; that would have been neat. His show is one of the only things I vividly remember watching in my early childhood. Since I didn’t know how to work the television, and my mom, the hippie artist she was, always had PBS on his painting show. I was enraptured! I recall always having paper and crayons and trying to emulate his work.
Speak of the devil, I’m going bowling tonight. I wanted to go there wearing my big flannel pajamas, but I doubt I’ll be allowed. I’m going with my three favorite men and a couple younger girls who we had to drag along.
I hope you get to go bowling, Turp.
Well, I have one, but what’s the point of writing in it if my mother is just going to read it anyway?
No…I’m not bitter.
Closed minded people who don’t know they’re talking about get on my nerves, but alas, there’s nothing I can do about it.
Again I ponder the phrase posted on my locker door:
“Why do people with closed minds always open their mouths?”
Alas, tis the way of the world.