Mood: If I could explain it to you, I would.
I hate that I can easily be put into this kind of mood. The I don’t care mood. The fuck it all mood. The questionable mood.
I just need a good cry and I want to be sure about everything that is going on with me.
Je ne sais pas.
Scream Feat. Janet Jackson | Michael Jackson
Remember the King of Pop. R.I.P. Michael Jackson
Aaliyah - At Your Best. </3
Dear, ahem, friend,
Lmaoooo. What do I write in this letter without looking like a creep? Um, that kiss wasn’t supposed to happen. Jeez, you’re one of my closest girl friends for Christ sakes. Hmmmm, it was a mistake in judgement. We were both under the influence of “narcotics” and you just….kissed me. We haven’t spoken about it since it happened a couple of weeks ago. There is nothing to talk about though.
Right?
-Giselle
(via aye-drielle)
Dear so and so,
I mean, there’s a reason why I call you so and so. I don’t want to give you a second chance. Ugh. I don’t know what to say to this. I still want you . I miss us . && I shouldn’t.
-Giselle
turns out, it is all of us
like Freud said, sex is normal and being sexual is natural, it is the opposite that is weird and out of the ordinary
so keep being horny, kids :)
Only reblogging this because it’s Freud .
1. What do you think people’s first impression of you generally is?
That I’m probably mute. I mean, I’ll say hi to you and ask how are you doing, but other than that, I don’t talk. It’s only because I’m trying to decide whether or not you are cool from what you show me.
2. What would you recall to be your happiest birthday?
Ummmm, when I turned seven. We just moved into the house I live in currently and the basement was empty. my parents decided to throw a surprise party for me down there and it was really nice. All of my friends were there and I had awesome cake.
3. Do you remember your first day of school? If so what was it like..
I don’t remember my first day of school at all for elementary school or middle school. For high school? I mean, I walked in there, nervous as fuck with my friend Courtney and hella mad at the same time because I was going to be in a school full of only girls &+ it was catholic. I met some people that were really cool in my room like my now present close love Akire. But, then I met these other people that I tend to stay away from, but, we are “friends” ? je ne sais pas.
4. If you had the choice to reside anywhere in the world, money not being an object, where would it be?
France. A loft near the Eiffel Tower. I’ll be able to perfect my French and meet some French, my life would be complete.
5. What is the most hurtful thing anyone has ever said to you?
“You don’t care about anyone but yourself. Show a little compassion in a while and then we can be friends again. I don’t understand why I’m still friends with you.”
6. If you could change one thing about your character what would it be?
I care too much about people that don’t care about themselves or me. If I could tone that down a notch, I think I’ll be a little less stressed.
7. Who is the last person you apologized to and why?
My best friend. We got into another argument and it was my fault.
8. Have you ever contemplated suicide?
Yeah. When my mom died. A few times actually.
9. On a scale of one to ten what would you rate yourself in terms of physical appearance?
4
10. Have you ever snooped around in a lover or former lover’s social networking accounts or e-mails? If so did they find out?
Nope. It’s all about trust. If you have no trust, you have no relationship.
11. Is there someone in your life that you are really protective over (if so, who)?
My friend Rachelle. Lol. I wonder if she realizes this. I mean, her parents kind of keep her sheltered and away from things. She hasn’t been through the really hard stuff, besides death and what not.
12. How old were you when you first got your heart broken?
13 -___-
13. If someone were to describe your group of friends, what would they say?
To the people I go home with : Loud as fuck black people. That’s not like you.
To my homies like Akire, Rachelle, Kirsten, Gina, etc : ummm, you guys spend a lot of time talking about sexual things.
To my best friends since 6th grade: you guys spend too much time together.
14. Would you ever get plastic surgery?
Nope. I have this body for a reason. I’m not going to change it.
15. Would you avoid being friends with someone because of their lifestyle (i.e; hard drug use, drinking, prostitution etc)
Yeah, it just depends on the situation that person is in, i guess. If the person is close to death, I’ll just have to regulate.
16. What is the last lie you told?
Whoaaa, chill b, I don’t smoke weed. It’s bad for you.
17. Do you get along with your parents?
Not really. I mean, I was close with my mom until she passed. My dad was never there until after she died. Then, I gave him a chance and all he does is give me bullshit, so, no.
18. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
College- either New York or Chicago. With a job that will get me by. New friends. A boyfriend(that is, if my fascination with the same sex is just for hooking up purposes). Happy, hopefully.
19. Do you want to be cremated or buried?
Buried. My mother was cremated and dumped in the ocean. I didn’t like it one bit. I rather be buried so people can visit me and talk to me and shit.
20. Would you consider yourself to be a forgiving person?
I forgive those who deserve it. I forgive those who prove to me that it’s worth it. But, then again, I only do that for a few times. I always hold grudges, soooo, ehhh.
Dear people I hang out with/associate with,
My first impression of you all was that you guys are extremely loud, you only care about guys and having relations with them, you are extremely ghetto and loud, you can easily annoy those around you…..and did I mention you all are extremely loud? Well, how long has it been? 3, going on 4 years? Yeah, you have lived up to my assumptions and it doesn’t really disappoint me. I’m not one to judge, but you guys are the epitome of my assumptions and I feel sorry for you. oh well. I mean, you guys are cool and all, but….ehhhh.
There’s a reason why I don’t want to hang out with you guys as much. There’s a reason why I want need new friends.
-Giselle.
Why am I soooo late when it comes to actually watching it?
Sooo, washing my hair has been put off until 3pm !
Dear those I have associated with,
This is dedicated to the couple of guys I have liked and have said that they aren’t like the previous guy that hurt me. Well, all of you lied to me and have broken my heart. You are just like the previous guy. All men(and women) aren’t the same. But, you guys? The couple of people I actually take a chance with, hurts me. So, only you few are the same. screw you.
-Giselle.
-____-
Do you realize that asking “Where are you going to college?” is the single most loaded question we can possibly comprehend at this moment in time? Surely you remember this point in your youth and understand that, as rising seniors, we haven’t the slightest clue what we’ll have for lunch tomorrow, let alone whether we’ll attend an Ivy or a liberal arts school.
When you ask us, a few things fly around in our growing adolescent brains. Should we tell you our dream schools at the risk of sounding pretentious and arrogant? Should we list your alma mater for the sake of pleasant conversation? Do you REALLY want to hear the list of 18 schools we plan on applying to along with the list of conditions related to each, or are we expected to give a few concise and realistic state schools?
Furthermore, whether we like it or not, simply applying to our dream schools does not guarantee us a spot in the freshman class. The SAT and ACT and AP exams and essays that we’ve been writing and the hospitals where we’ve been volunteering all have to be taken into account. And if we are a part of the lucky group of accepted students, will we get enough money to be able to afford to actually attend? Surely you remember our brothers and sisters are also in school and we are in a recession, thus scholarships, grants, work-study, and loans all come into play. If we don’t get the cash, obviously our dreams of a proper education dance on out the window.
So, the next time you approach your niece, nephew, grandchild, or neighbor and ask about their higher learning aspirations, bear this in mind: we don’t have it all figured out yet and the prospect of having to make a decision on the spot freaks us the hell out.
Yours truly,
Class of 2011
This is my life.
Dear padre,
I try to wrap my head around the fact that you constantly lie, you don’t trust me, you never talk or you just seem to not like anything I say to you. Yea, I show you my report card & you make a face at every grade except in US history in which I got a 97 on the regent. What the hell? I worked so hard this year yet you seem to be so disappointed in everything. That 73 I got on chemistry was a 90 to me and you just shake your head. Ugh. You irritate me with your petty foolishness. && oh yeah, thanks for telling me where all your money disappears to - Guyana and to your other kids. WTF? I can’t deal with you anymore.
-Giselle
Guess who is getting the fuck out of her house!? Chill with that! I’m not trying to die in this hot house.
I’m really hoping it’s just because I need to change the batteries o_0
SO STOP REBLOGGING THOSE PICTURES OF WHAT LOOKS LIKE FLAMES ABOUT TO ENGULF THE TOYS. JUST STOP IT, ALL OF YOU.
(via fuck-bitches-get-money)
Lmao. This!
That’s what you get for saying stupid ish like this :
“We’re going to stuff the Germans.”
Well, guess what? 4-1 ? The Germans stuffed you!
(via thatsnotmynamex)
Stop trying to be different for no reason.
You don’t have to be from Ghana to root for them. And it’s not a matter of “trying to be different.” I hate sports fans like you— that think* you have to be from the place in order to root for someone. Absolutely not. I’m rooting for Ghana because they’re a good team and in my opinion they deserve this. Plus, I hate the United States.
So fuck people like you.
