I throw my hands up in the air sometimes.
My friends are chatrouletting it up right now. Trying to get girls to show their tits and insulting guys that are shirtless and stuff like that. They are failing. I’m just tired I guess, up at 3 AM not doing much. Edit: Nevermind, they found a nice girl to talk to and they got her on skype…names Ashley or something…..lol. 1.5 days left in the US before I go to Russia… ...
It’s one hell of a car ride. And it’s a hell of a time to think. And this is what I’ve finally decided to write: Maybe it’s enlightenment, or maybe just anger. How am I able to recover so quickly? Because of the way you just handled everything. Maybe God is showing me a sign, forcing me away from you, away from everyone he doesn’t want me to be with. You tell him...
A picture with a former crush. HELL. NO.
satisfy thy soul.: Screw it. →
I have come to a decision: I refuse to be a “hopeless” romantic. It’s just not worth it to be so down about not having someone to love. You know what? Screw being hurt, forget the past. I will not let one girl screw my heart up, because - and not to sound conceited - it just means that my heart… Precisely.
To place the mind in better places.
Day #1: A picture of you in your room Day #2: A picture of you posing with someone you don’t actually like Day #3: A picture with a former crush Day #4: A picture of you very drunk Day #5: A picture of you with a parent or two. Day #6: A picture of you on your birthday Day #7: A picture of you from your younger years Day #8: A picture of in one of your favorite outfits Day #9: A picture of you...
It hasn't been 24 hours.
But I must say one thing, and only one thing: In the made up fantasy you created, take note of one thing. Everyone who is siding with her take note of one thing. If it indeed happened, does it not take two to do the deed? IS THEIR NOT CONSENT ON BOTH SIDES OF PARTIES? Unless…of course she told you that I forced her or some sort of scenario that technically constitutes rape…absolutely...
I will hold everything.
So..I finally found out. You finally spoke to me. You finally told me it all. I’m not happy, but at least I know. I’m not going to spend my time bashing you. I’m just going to say thank you for what we had. I’m kinda an emotional rollercoaster when I hear things like this. So I will not post anything for the next 24 hours concerning you. Hopefully I will calm down. ...
Does God exist? (you have to read this!)
this is pwnage
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. They eventually touched on the subject of God.
Barber: I don't believe that God exists.
Customer: Why do you say that?
Barber: Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.
The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again.
Customer: You know what? Barbers don't exist.
Barber: How can you say that? I am here. I am a barber, and I just worked on you!
Customer: No! Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.
Barber: Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.
Customer: Exactly! That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! That’s what happens when people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help. That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like all I can do is keep writing this...– Charlie (The Perks Of Being a Wallflower)
love, courtney: you've changed. →
people ask me “how i am” and in all honesty, im great. i’m a new woman. my eyes have been opened. i’m over you. sure, i miss you. i miss your hugs, your kisses, the way you looked at me, our late night chats, our constant texting, our secret adventures, the story of our love, the songs that we… Bravo. B-R-A-V-O. So awesome to hear…or as I would put it….”like a great...
More Flags, More Justin.
So apparently, A guy’s who head resembles a dick is currently blaming me for all that’s gone wrong in the office…..while I was at six flags. I was tempted to tell him “I’m sorry Justin, but I was practicing my spells last night with my magic wand and I accidentally cast the mac-user-destroy-keyboard and destroy-monitor spells.” Yea, I am being blamed for...
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Fantastic Mr. Fox.
Review: Fantastic Movie. Excellent. Recommending watching.
Cuts and what not at work.
Hello Sunday, I’m working. Sucks…….. Anyway, I’m supposed to be monitoring the printers right now, but yeah…IM TOO LAZY. Also, the damn Streyene…Aluminum Carbonite boards have been giving me cuts all week. But today, I’ve been bleeding especially a lot all over the place from my hands, I feel like a girl whos on her period…except it pertains to her...
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It’s 3 AM. Congrats.
I welcome you.
You strong willed and awake souls to the beginning of the twilight hours. It’s 1:52 AM, and it’s wonderful. It’s quiet, and it’s just so mysterious and wonderful to be up at this hour. I really wish I had someone to talk to at this hour, talk to about anything and everything, and just reflect on the world. Many are asleep on this side of the world at this hour, which makes...
What a long saturday in Georgia.
Not really. Woke up. Went to the waffle house. Went to someones house, someone that works at the office, went swimming, had a nerf gun battle, picked up Ice(a person) at the airport, then came home. Kinda sounds boring on paper, but it was pretty fun. It’s good to be away from Jersey right now, it’s so much more awesome out here…in a way…that is hard to explain. OKAY...
Formspring...for the weak and the courageous.
I love formspring. Seriously. It allows wimps like those who enjoy hiding behind their computer screens feeling all powerful to pelter us with questions and bash us with insults while continuously clicking the anonymous button so that we cannot find out the true identity of the person. It’s beautiful, and it’s hilarious. And us formspring users, strong enough to withstand all of the...