jason mraz is my life stylist

i went lemon picking this weekend ! fun, in touch with nature type of business, despite getting stuck in the branches from my height deformity, but its all good; movies with lovely cousins, self defense with nora, shopping in the city on the DL & the greatest waffles in a while is definitely equivalent to life in all aspects i'd like to see more of

no problems whatsoever, other than the typical "i hate school" rants and tireless doze-off-ish moments, but that's normal, everyone knows normal doesn't account for those juicy blogs, but being problem-free is worth it trust me; i come home to a life to attend not that high school drama that leads to nothing but unnecessary reasons for your brain to do that "in-depth thinking" and decision making to deal with all that, life's good for once, and all i have to say is
i'm in love .
with life as we know it; it's a beautiful thing
current verb at the moment ? enjoy

post statement : jason mraz definitely knows what he's talking about, his songs make me want to go to the beach and build sandcastles, A plus for that one, mraz

it's the climb

sometimes you shouldn't hold grudges.
sometimes you should just let things go.
sometimes you should trust your gut.
sometimes you should just be happy.
sometimes you should let your anger out.
sometimes you should just go all out.
sometimes you should follow the rules.
sometimes you should sing a little too loudly.
sometimes you should make a fool of yourself.
sometimes you should take a chance.

other times you should just say "screw it".
cause most of these times change your life.

one of those fml weeks

in the littlest situations, i would think to myself, "fuck my life."
actually, in any situation that involve anything but happiness, i think to myself "fuck my life."
this has been happening to me a lot lately after a certain situation came my way.

is there a cure for this fml syndrome? not yet. i'm still looking. searching hard. no answers have come my way just yet.

i have plenty of things to be happy about, not much reason to be so cynical but theres a reason why i'm calling this fml syndrome. it won't go away that easily.

FML.

it's spring

life's great, yay .
a fresh start

kick, push, coast

a lot can change in a lunch period ? denial to what he knows he did, and lightweight denial on my part, but it's agreed, i said what i had to say, and a red light to all that gossiping that's been going on, we're "cool"; just a way to get everything off my back

i'm feeling great, good, fantastic, no worries, business is finished finally, time for life to take its course, you have no idea how good things are going, nothing to worry about, nobody but me, as it should be, definitely grateful of everything, feels like the smell of cinnamon on christmas, the warm fuzzy feeling to everything that's in front of me, none of this oh i hella want this, i hella want that, the bottom line reads otherwise, because what i already have is definitely to my liking

yay for the conclusion of the anger ridden rants that i doubt anyone really care about, ending to an era, open season for the next, all i have to say it bring it because i'm beyond ready, engines started, let's hear the foot to the gas petal
can i get a vroom for the first time in a while ?

if you insist

stop. just stop being the hypocrite you know you are, we're not "feuding" so why are you still talking about me ? personally, i'd like to think there's a little voice in there just telling you to shut the fuck up, take your own advice and close it

why can't i go a week without hearing this and that or you saying the shadiest shit ever, c'mon and be the bigger person, but i guess it's really hard since you've gone fun size minus the fun .

fyi, hell to the no i'm not stalking you and that little girlfriend of yours, i'm not checking up on you 24/7, day and night, forreals ? why do you think so much of yourself that i'm still on you like that, because i don't give a rat's ass about anything related to you, you guys go out now, good for you, just drop it, i have a life and i'm living it without this shit trailing my ass like a fifty foot long piece of toilet paper because you've made it that long, congratulations on being the best douche bag ever, seriously give yourself a round of applause, you've earned it

and why am i still frustrated about this, because the fact that he's making it so hard for things to let go because it takes two, and i'm just waiting for the day he'll realize, it's done, nothing more, go back to your car you love so much, your late night gym runs, and your seventh street wannabe dreams, because whatever you do leave me out of it, that's the way you wanted it, so take it and leave it

i'm definitely not gonna sit back and take all this shit when i shouldn't be, we aren't friends, nope not cool, when you stop putting all this on me is the day i'll consider even giving you a second look

hoping this dream doesn't come true.

i had this really weird dream last night that just about FREAKED me out and it went like this :
party at my house. pretty chill right? until i say something involving "breaking up" [pretty random since i don't go out with anyone]. i say this to SoCal and he starts getting emotional and starts to CRY! [i do not enjoy seeing grown boys cry]. it all goes down from there. everyone's mad at me, saying i lead him on. basically i start to cry outta frustration. i wake up. to a shitty day of school.

horrible dream. am i really leading him on? many say yes, but i honestly don't know how to put a stop to it! i don't want to be rude but c'mon, really? story of my life. not really.

stupid hoe dream. to top it all off, it was daylight savings meaning i really woke up at 6 AM, rather than my usual 7 AM. buttface day. i need some serious guidance.