Habits & Contradictions
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May 2011
This morning, I went to my school to partake in something called “Calc Camp.” On Wednesday, I’m taking the AP Calc AB exam and my teacher holds this camp every year. We take a whole practice AP exam from start to finish and then we tally our points. From there, we estimate what our score might be on the actual exam. No big deal, right?
I love math, to a certain extent. I guess, this year, math was just, continuously, kicking me in the face. I got the concept of it but with all of the formulas and tricks, it was too much to handle. My Calc grade was always my best class, until this year and every time I received a bad grade, it discouraged me further. I lost the motivation to try harder than usual. Basically, I gave up two months ago.
So, I take this test and throughout the test, I kept smiling to myself. Not because I knew the answers. I was laughing at the ridiculous amount of information I didn’t know. I thought I knew it, and then, I gave up after the second section. At the end, my teacher wanted to record the points we tallied and I was hesitant to show her. She has so much faith in me and all I keep doing is failing. I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry.
Quickly, I left school and went home. I stopped for Starbucks and a bagel before I got on the F train. As I was walking, a man in a Columbia U sweatshirt looked at me and smiled. He stopped me, told me to smile and walked away. Dumbfounded, I smiled. Here, a random stranger looked at me, and told me to smile as if he knew that I was having the shittiest day ever. I was damn near tears at that point and he brightened my day, slightly. I smiled all the way home until I crawled into bed and slept my troubles away.
It’s still bothering me. But, knowing that you can find out a lot about someone through their eyes and that they are some genuinely nice people out there who care, made me feel nice.
The awkward moment when you find an old conversation of someone you cared about but don't talk to anymore.
my life for weeks :x
In a bad mood?
Time to do some online shopping.
gleekaholic replied to your post: 8:43 pm thoughts. my lovely wife
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8:43 pm thoughts.
How do you let go of something you never had in the beginning? Is there some sort of unknown attraction and hold that you just can’t let go of? Is it just the want to hold onto it still or the loose ends that were never tied?
target :D they also had another one that matches the clock someone got me for my birthday but it was all pink, like different shades, and i figured since my room is already pink i don't need anymore pink PLUS i love colorful thingsssss x_x
la la la la loved it
h88 your theme tho
-_- I just changed it.
ahhh your comforter :D <3 and i just realized you reblogged my video ^-^
<3 <3 <3 but where did you get yours? I’m in love with it. and haha, yesss. you’re so cute.
How much can you tell about a person by their appearance?
Not much, honestly. When I look at someone, I look at their eyes and smile. Anything else about their appearance, I disregard. You can tell a lot about someone through their smiles and their eyes.
enlosbosques replied to your photo: in my cave called my comforter. your boobs look comfortable
I’ve been told that they are like pillows. :x I ain’t even mad.
April 2011
What's the biggest mistake a parent can make?
The biggest mistake a parent can make is comparing their child to the child’s friend or to another child. I’ve seen this situation too many times in my life so far and I can’t bear to see it. It has happened to my friend so many times and I wonder “what’s the point?” Why can’t parents accept their child’s achievements and keep it pushin’? Comparing someone to another and then criticizing them because the parent doesn’t like what their child is getting is the worst thing to ever experience.
nutellaandcrayons replied to your photo: in my cave called my comforter. bewbs ( . ) ( . )
lol. Oh wow, I just realized that. Damn, Imma slut guurrrrrllll
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2:17
I need to make a “I hate life” playlist.
She’s no you. I’m no her.
Breaking hearts is your favorite pastime .
It’s as if I’m just stuck in a constant wave of suspension. I’m waiting for something to set me free; to release me of my woes and fears and unleash feelings of success and joy.
9:12 pm thoughts.
Why didn’t I just apply to C.W Post, get accepted, go there with my close friend and be happy?
Rage.
I feel so pathetic.
How did this even happen? How did I grow something for you? Why did I even allow it? I hate this. fucking hate it.
Rewind
Paolo Nutini
Picking up the pieces
Of the wreck you went and left
And I’m dealing with dilemmas
In my now so stressful life
And I’m drinking stronger spirits
I made my home here on the floor
And I’m losing all ambition and goals
I’m going all out
I’m thinking you’re just as bad
No sleeping at night
But I’m going from bar to barRewind // Paolo Nutini
On Christina Milian.
Can I just….unf.
Presently watching “Love Don’t Cost A Thing.”
I'll be traveling somewhere this summer.
I put this status up on facebook and automatically, many people gave me great suggestions. Now, I’m even more determined to leave America this summer.
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from you memory?
I miss being appreciated.
“I love writing, I love opinions and quotes and expressions. It’s so beautiful to know that you’re not alone in this messed up world. It’s relieving to know that someone else feels the same way you do.”
—(via eletheowl)
I hate the content on my blog right now.
I was in the same town as Shakira, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Gerard Pique last wednesday.
The stadium was like 5 blocks from our hotel.
mmm, Pique, Villa, Messi, Iniesta, Xavi, Alves, everyyyyoneeee !:D
goodbye Ronaldo!
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1:30
have you ever stared at your words and wondered why in all of the things you chose to say, you plucked the fruit of letters—ate, spat out the seeds, and planted this?
Sometimes I want to just drown in words and never do any work ever.
I don’t want to leave Barcelona. I don’t want to leave barcelona. I don’t want to leave Barcelona. I dont want to leave Barcelona.
There was a, Riot
There was a riot for gorgeousness organized by women who stained the memories of admirers how, the flickering of eye lashes laid out a carpet so that I may back flip into your hiss of kiss, left hints but I ate the trail of breaching independence and wander into a field of wilting flowers, a woman with no power must riot, for gorgeousness.
