“You’re going to be affected by things that happen to you beyond your borders, whether you like it or not. So try to work to build up the positives and reduce the negative forces of our independence.”—Mr. Ron Garrison,
I suppose it does, but really it’s what you make of it that makes it feel that way. You can sit in front of the computer the whole day and be all “oh damn, it’s already 8pm!?” Or you can go out and do something productive and be all “oh damn, it’s only 8pm!?” I’d be a hypocrite to say i’m always productive while on Tumblr i’m writing this right now, ahah, but it’s nice to reflect upon the use i make of my time. I like taking a step back from my busy life and realizing how blessed I am to have the time God gives me everyday. It really is precious because you never know when it’ll end, which is why I feel as tho the term “YOLO” has evolved to the max in a way it’s taken for granted. What i’m tryna say is that, as cliche and corny as it sounds, life is full of adventure and curiosity for us to explore, but you don’t want to let it go to waste so treat it with respect.
Come to think of it, happiness seems so selfish. How can I be happy when the people I love aren’t? The pursuit of happiness is a rough journey that not only consists of me, but the ones I love and care about. It makes being happy even more difficult.
Damn, i just watched The Ring for the first time ever at friggen midnight by myself..ahah. Okay, at first i couldn’t take it seriously because of watching Scary Movie 3 so i couldnt help but laugh through the beginning, but once i started paying attention to the story line I got creeped out and eventually disturbed throughout the rest of the movie. I ain’t gonna lie, it was pretty scary but not much of a pop-up movie. I guess i liked it as for the writing and directing, but i probably wouldn’t want to watch it again..ahah,
Yesterday i helped volunteer at the Infineon racetrack for Bethel’s girl’s tennis/wrestling team fundraiser. My friends and I were in charge of the suites, meaning we had to go up and down the elevator countless times from the kitchen to the suites delivering food. Omg, i was so friggen hungry. We had to wake up at around 4am and got there around 5am. I was runnin on 2 hours of sleep and all i ate was a friggen donut. The food we had to deliver were these hellaaaa good sausages and eggs which we couldn’t even eat cause we were the workers, but the WORST THING I COULD EVER BE TOLD TO DO, was toss it all in the garbage can.. I’m not even playin. Like, with no racism intended, these rich white people know how to LIVE LARGE, and EAT LARGE..however, if they don’t finish their food, we just toss it away in the trash. Some trays never even touched. Just full trays of precious food gone to waste. That’s probably how it is for a lot of other restaurants and places, but for me to have to do it was just so agonizing, like forreals..ahah. The fun part was when we had take away the “dirty” trays of food which were basically left overs that majority of the time were barely even eaten. The service elevator we used let us hold the door closed, so what we did was take the left over food and eat in the elevator whenever we had the chance without getting caught, ahah. OMG, i swear, i felt like a damn hermit/hobo/monkey/etc. but i dgaf cause i was way too starving to even care, ahah. By the time lunch came i wasn’t even that hungry anymore, aha. Anyways, later on that day while we were cleaning everything up, we asked one of the main instructors why we had to toss out and waste so much food. Apparently a long time ago there was a customer who claimed to have had “food poisoning” from their food and sewed them. I understand their perspective of issue, but the fact that we wasted ALL that food because of ONE person of a BAJILLION people who have entered that stadium since it’s first opening friggen sucks, especially for the fact that it’s a waste of money and time to process as well. Bottom line is is that i hate to have tossed all that food away like it was nothing. I enjoyed parts of the event cause i was with chill/crazy friends along with me the whole time, but the work friggen SUCKED. ahaha. (except for opporating the service elevator, that was fun..until i started to feel nauseous, aha) I also dropped glass jars full of ranch and cut my elbow and thumb, spilling salad dressing all over my clothes, but luckily it didnt even hurt surprisingly, it was just a waterfall of blood..ehw, aha. But yeah. Would i volunteer again next time? Maybe. Would i work the suites? Hell nah. ahaha,
I just watched that one video on YouTube of that elderly lady being bullied by a bunch of little btches, i mean children, and all i wanted to do was beat the hell outta them, ooof, but only in my head can i torture them, aha. Anyways, earlier I was watching The Glee Project cause i was bored, and it was the vulnerability episode where they told stories about their personal experiences being bullied. I could kinda relate to some of em cause to be honest, yeah i was “lightweight” bullied from like the 5th grade to 10th grade i think? I don’t really share that with anyone, but it really happened. Well it wasn’t like hardcore bullying with the pushing and dumpsters, but some people would always call me or think of me as gay, weak, call me names, or just laugh at me cause i wasn’t with all those “cool kids” with bleached hair, could dance, smoked, or had all the brand clothes, but greatly i didn’t care so much so thank God for moving on. But then Freshman year of high school came along and i had remedial English. It was was a “ghetto” class, if you know what i mean.. Thankfully i had like 2 friends in that class, but majority of the time there were these guys who were football players, and well-known/”popular,” you know that cliche stereotyped kind of person you always see in tv shows and movies, aha, and along with their group of friends. They’d always pick on my friends and I in that class calling us names and making fun of us. I’d just sit there not giving an eff and just doodle away in my notebook, but obviously on the inside i was (i wouldn’t say crying, but) hurt. BUT, then i had another half/half ghetto class for Algebra that Freshman year and there was yet another jerk up in that class who would never seem to stfu. Omgg, i can’t even.. whatever. I had him in my class Senior year and he never really changed. He and his friends would bully the teacher up in that class sometimes and ugh.. I hate how I can conjure up all these words in my head that i wish i could say to stop people like them from bullying others but i cant as much as i want to soooo bad. Anyways, i suppose we became somewhat acquaintances cause he was a lot nicer to me. it’s whatever now tho, i graduated out of that place and now i don’t have to deal with btches like that anymore, hopefully.. ahah. Well i’m more open to telling off others to stop picking on innocent people now, especially if they have no parallel business with that person. OH, which is also another reason why i love the show Glee so much cause i can relate to many of the story lines..and cause i love musicals, ahah. But yeah..that’s my bullying story. Went through grade school not letting it get the better of me, which is why i’m always in a positive mood! :D I guess i’m blessed to have this kind of attitude tho, cause a lot of people lose hope easily which is a really sad thing.. My advice for all those being bullied, in all honesty, is that eventually over time things will hopefully ease up. Just always try your best to have a positive attitude and just do you. Kill em with kindness, surpass em with success. People are only gonna try to bring you down which gives you a better chance to prove em wrong. I hope that helped, that’s kinda all i can think of at 12am, ahah. :]