Quotes about yourself ..... :P

 To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.  ~e.e. Cummings


All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.  I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.  I was naïve.  I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.  It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with:  that I am nobody but myself.  ~Ralph Ellison, "Battle Royal" 
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.  ~Judy Garland

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.  ~e.e. cummings 

 "Be yourself" is about the worst advice you can give some people.  ~Tom Masson

I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I've written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.  ~Shirley MacLaine

Never be bullied into silence.  Never allow yourself to be made a victim.  Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.  ~Harvey Fierstein
  
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.  ~Eleanor Roosevelt

It took me a long time not to judge myself through someone else's eyes.  ~Sally Field


Don't let people drive you crazy when you know it's in walking distance. 

A library memory

We went to the library one day, Kayla Hannah, and me. Once inside went to sit down to work on some stuff, I sat down next to Hannah and Kayla sat by herself. Ten minutes later, one of the bane's of my existence came. I hear my name being called as a stared daggers at him. Its Kayla, asking for help on the math homework. So I get up, to have him sit in my spot next to Hannah. She covers her nose slightly. I thought in my head, does he smell bad? After helping Kayla, I tell him to move, so he does and I sit back down in my spot. I was immediately engulfed in his overdose of his cologne, its licking at my skin, surrounding my senses.  It creeps down my throat, I gag and Hannah looks at me. She smiles knowing what I'm thinking and gags with me. A noise invades my ears, apparently its Kayla laughing.

(If you know who im talking about feel free to use his name in your comments. if not then you will eventually figure it out. And if you agree that he is a butt than you are a smart cookie.)

Personification poem

I am lost in the dark,
The darkness seemed to be everywhere,
The darkness was roaring,
And I was scared

The trees were now cackling,
I called and called,
But no one came,
And I was scared

The cunning wind is now thirsty,
I can smell the laughing of a skunk,
There is now tears dripping down my face,
And I was scared

I can nearly see the merciless door,
The hungry floor is creaking,
I hoped I was near the end,
And I was scared

Petrified

Shadows in the dark
Keep me up awake
So I sleep with the light on
Lock the door behind you
Bolt the windows tight
Silence can be deadly
Especially at night
You scare me half to death
Bolting down the stairs
I'm so scared
But no one even cares
Noises stir at night
I jump right out of bed
Running down the stairs
Everyone is dead
I wake up from this nightmare
Drenched in cold sweat
Fearing you and everything
Is my one and only regret

What does a person have to do around here to trust people. Its like your whole life and secrets are put in a book that everyone can read. You think you know people but you don't, they'll end up spilling things to people that you don't want. Next thing you know every one knows. So why can't people just be trustworthy? Well enough to understand to keep those secrets locked up. To tie the box shut. To take it to the grave. Why?

Sooooo.... You Wanna Know Me?

For me, fear is walking in front of a group of people, just to be worried about how they think you look.

For me, acting rude and obnoxious in class is normal, no matter how weird you think I am.

For me, having bizarre dreams is my escape from the real world.

For me, breaking an awkward silence by yelling “FRENCH FRIES!” is the best.

For me, hiding my true feelings with a stupid or sarcastic remark, and a good laugh, is natural.

For me, making people laugh makes me feel that speck of hope that I am good for something.

For me, hilarity is me doing a rain dance in PE in hope of canceling the mile, and it raining two minutes later.

For me, loyalty is my best friend in jail, and me right next to them sayin “DAMN!”

For me, bonding time is my best friend in jail, and me in the cell next to them saying “THAT WAS AWESOME LET’S DO IT AGAIN!”

For me, friendship is me beating up a random girl...because she told my friend her shoes were ugly.

For me, being myself is my friend getting rejected, and me calling up the guy and whispering “7 days...”

For me, fun is sending random people in class visual death threats during a lecture, just for the laugh.

And at the end of the day, it will all be okay Because I’ll still smile for someone, and I’ll still laugh for something, and I’ll still live on.

Life and Lies

I numbly put on the black dress. Next comes the heels. I don't feel anything. I can't. My mother is dead. My beloved Mama. Dad is currently on his third bottle of Jack Daniels. The man is lost. Through all of these years him and Mama have stayed deeply in love. And her death has destroyed him. He doesn't even have the strength to attend the funeral. Good Lord. How the heck am I going to do this. Going to the funeral all by myself. But then again, Drake might go. But you can never know with my brother. He's not exactly the image of responsible. More like a wild mustang. Doing anything he wants. Never stopping to settle down anywhere. I think he believes he was born to piss off the world. And that in itself could be a fact. Who knows. He already has a juvenile record that is like 6 pages long and is headed for just a regular criminal record.He is 19 years old. Jeez. The years have currently flew by. I can remember it like yesterday. It was a week before Christmas. Mama and I were making cookies for the annual Christmas Dinner with the family. I was 6 and Drake was 9 He was standing next to me trying with all his might to convince me that Santa Clause was fake and that he had been dead for quite some time. (his words not mine) All I could think was " Mama would never lie to me. She loves me too much." But in the end, I found out that Mama did lie to me. And a about a hell of a lot more than Santa clause. But basically my whole life. 

Journal...

Soooo yeah a 'person' ( not telling u who) suggested i should make a journal to 'express myself'. Yeah whatever, so that's what i'm doing right now. Um i really don't know how to do this but whatever.

Okay well right now my dad came to visit from Southwest Asia. He's getting me A new electric guitar. I always wanted one, it's not like i don't have one it's just i have an acoustic.


Jan/7/11

Its another day..... and yesterday was kinda weird and funny. what happen was the freshmen orientation or wutever its called, my dad called out to some random guy. Now i knew it must have been an old friend from when he went to skool here. Turns out the guy my dad was or is friends with was Maija's dad! Maija and I were saying it was kinda creepy. It was funny too. Such a small world........

Also in my weird life, i am quite hyper (wait im always hyper anyways) and excited for the ski trip on Monday. SO yea im going to be snowboarding...

umm yea, well Bye, no, peace, no, i kno

Without me it's just aweso...
c u....