Sunday, September 26, 2010
sketch swap...
Sketch Swap! for when your bored! i love it.
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1DiXBH/www.sketchswap.com/
and to add a little more drama play it while listening to this song!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt-NvcuDVBc
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1DiXBH/www.sketchswap.com/
and to add a little more drama play it while listening to this song!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt-NvcuDVBc
Best...
hahahaha I LOVE THIS!
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1FZn9F/phocks.org/stumble/girlsarelike.php
Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1FZn9F/phocks.org/stumble/girlsarelike.php
Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
what is lost, is gone. Look at what is here and be happy!
Why is it that people feel better about themselves when others go through a rough patch? Like telling someone about your pain makes them think
"Wow, well at least MY life isn't THAT bad..."
You do it, I do it too.
So maybe thats what its good for? Maybe shit happens for that exact reason? I know it works. Im sure it has something to do with the pull of this Earth... or whatever, maybe not.
I remember hearing about some family that got stuck out in the ocean because something went wrong with their boat and they were out there for dayssss trying to survive and be found. I remember the family, they were from Miami, down south and they were all very beautiful, very classy people, very admirable. The whole family fell apart due to that incident. The father began getting everyone down with negative comments about how they were all going to die out there. Leading them to be all sad, distraught and lost in the ocean with sharks circling them (literally) instead of the opposite... and they had to hope for the best and pull it together and when someone in the group is not helping to pull out of this together you have a real feeling of hatred! of sadness! the MAN you thought was gona be YOUR MAN is not even a MAN anymore in your eyes! Your father that you always thought was strong and honorable and amazing is a wimping, sad, pathetic, piece of meat making everything worse in the most difficult of scenarios!
That family ended up divorcing and it was hard but they -DID- survive, that was a hard time. Testing testing testing 1 2 3...
Lots of crazy things happen.
When they told my grandfather he was going to die when he was sick in the hospital they told my grandmother he had 2 weeks left to live. She asked that they DO NOT tell him that information and he is almost 90 and alive today! The positive thoughts are what took away that cancer or whatever he had. I believe that. It wasn't all the prayers, but the thoughts when you pray! Wanting it so bad and trying for it is what makes a change and believing.
When my little cousin Dylan drowned in the pool he was on the respirator for a few days and we prayed and prayed that the little two year old would wake up. We even had groups of peopel taht spread the word to pray all over the world!!!! Eventually they said they could pull the plug or that their is a chance he would suffer from mental issues, like be retarded, in a wheel chair or something and making that choice for a parent is the most intense of ALLLLL. You can pray and pray and pray for Dylan to come back but he wontor better said, he DIDNT.
He was the most amazing creature of a child! I am the eldest of all the grand children on my mothers side and I have raised and carried many kids and played with them and they were all very different. Not every kid loved me the way Dylan loved me. Dylan was my favorite. Dylan would run to me, Dylan would love to play with me! Dylan was a boy! but he loved me! He spent a lot of time with meeee even though he could have been playing cars and robots and video games with the boys,,, I mean he did but if he liked that so much why would he wana leave that to do things with me? He wanted to hangout with ME! I would carry him around everywhere and let him rule the world!!! that was part of why he probably liked to be with me so much! I would let him chew gum a bit when he wasnt allowed to and he was a rebel like me so we had fun doing things that he thought other people or adults wouldnt let him do. It was all a part of his personality, goes to show you why nothing stopped him from jumping in that pool. He was fearless! He was fantastic. I will NEVER forget him and what he meant to me those times we shared together.
Its just crazy to think that the people I care about most somehow dissapear. Some of them die, some of them simply go away, some of them CHANGE. (or I change).
Everything is constantly changing and we have to embrace what is happening but most of all we have to value what we have at the very moment,,,before it slips away.
Nothing is permanent. The good times do go stale. Shit happens. We grow and change and hopefully all for the best.
I wish, for whoever is reading this, that WE can try our best to give love and value to the things around us. That we try harder to reach out. To take care of what we care about, of what we don't want to loose, I hope that what we love lasts longer and that many more happy moments grow from the sad ones and that we can let go more easily of the sad times because they have already happened once they do and that instead of focusing on what is gone and what we miss and what is missing that somehow light can shine on the things we still have in front of us and that we give those things more value and keep on with a smile and spread those ways with the others.
;_)
P.S. Sometimes I feel like a prophet.
"Wow, well at least MY life isn't THAT bad..."
You do it, I do it too.
So maybe thats what its good for? Maybe shit happens for that exact reason? I know it works. Im sure it has something to do with the pull of this Earth... or whatever, maybe not.
I remember hearing about some family that got stuck out in the ocean because something went wrong with their boat and they were out there for dayssss trying to survive and be found. I remember the family, they were from Miami, down south and they were all very beautiful, very classy people, very admirable. The whole family fell apart due to that incident. The father began getting everyone down with negative comments about how they were all going to die out there. Leading them to be all sad, distraught and lost in the ocean with sharks circling them (literally) instead of the opposite... and they had to hope for the best and pull it together and when someone in the group is not helping to pull out of this together you have a real feeling of hatred! of sadness! the MAN you thought was gona be YOUR MAN is not even a MAN anymore in your eyes! Your father that you always thought was strong and honorable and amazing is a wimping, sad, pathetic, piece of meat making everything worse in the most difficult of scenarios!
That family ended up divorcing and it was hard but they -DID- survive, that was a hard time. Testing testing testing 1 2 3...
Lots of crazy things happen.
When they told my grandfather he was going to die when he was sick in the hospital they told my grandmother he had 2 weeks left to live. She asked that they DO NOT tell him that information and he is almost 90 and alive today! The positive thoughts are what took away that cancer or whatever he had. I believe that. It wasn't all the prayers, but the thoughts when you pray! Wanting it so bad and trying for it is what makes a change and believing.
When my little cousin Dylan drowned in the pool he was on the respirator for a few days and we prayed and prayed that the little two year old would wake up. We even had groups of peopel taht spread the word to pray all over the world!!!! Eventually they said they could pull the plug or that their is a chance he would suffer from mental issues, like be retarded, in a wheel chair or something and making that choice for a parent is the most intense of ALLLLL. You can pray and pray and pray for Dylan to come back but he wontor better said, he DIDNT.
He was the most amazing creature of a child! I am the eldest of all the grand children on my mothers side and I have raised and carried many kids and played with them and they were all very different. Not every kid loved me the way Dylan loved me. Dylan was my favorite. Dylan would run to me, Dylan would love to play with me! Dylan was a boy! but he loved me! He spent a lot of time with meeee even though he could have been playing cars and robots and video games with the boys,,, I mean he did but if he liked that so much why would he wana leave that to do things with me? He wanted to hangout with ME! I would carry him around everywhere and let him rule the world!!! that was part of why he probably liked to be with me so much! I would let him chew gum a bit when he wasnt allowed to and he was a rebel like me so we had fun doing things that he thought other people or adults wouldnt let him do. It was all a part of his personality, goes to show you why nothing stopped him from jumping in that pool. He was fearless! He was fantastic. I will NEVER forget him and what he meant to me those times we shared together.
Its just crazy to think that the people I care about most somehow dissapear. Some of them die, some of them simply go away, some of them CHANGE. (or I change).
Everything is constantly changing and we have to embrace what is happening but most of all we have to value what we have at the very moment,,,before it slips away.
Nothing is permanent. The good times do go stale. Shit happens. We grow and change and hopefully all for the best.
I wish, for whoever is reading this, that WE can try our best to give love and value to the things around us. That we try harder to reach out. To take care of what we care about, of what we don't want to loose, I hope that what we love lasts longer and that many more happy moments grow from the sad ones and that we can let go more easily of the sad times because they have already happened once they do and that instead of focusing on what is gone and what we miss and what is missing that somehow light can shine on the things we still have in front of us and that we give those things more value and keep on with a smile and spread those ways with the others.
;_)
P.S. Sometimes I feel like a prophet.
Friday, September 24, 2010
blue...
Too many of my innocent sweet friends are in jail... too many things that brake, to much money going down the drain or down your throat. Too much time wasted on hold, too much time wasted on us, on thinking, on being scared, on what is lost, on wishing, and watching things slip by and through your fingers it went and and and and ...
These people doing things to other people and people and people and people that are in my way.
Who am i? someone good actually. someone too good.
im tired.
i dont know whats going to happen... if it were up to me it would all be better. i love a lot of things, i dont mean to be so pessimistic but i have my moments. i try. i dnt try hard enough obviously. i watch things go by and actually following through with an idea is harder than simply thinking it. I see a lot of cool things! I see a lot of pretty things that attract me and I try to keep looking there and re fueling my little brain with the things that motivate me to think in that direction. for instance this keyboard... its cool i can press these little buttons and get these letters which are the communication, my thoughts... watching them "slip through my fingers" as well :) i was thinking about whipped cream today... i dont know why but its so airy and fluffy and white and tastes so good and we made it! its sexy. its yummy, its sweet and i want it all over me right now. i know i sound absolutely crazy but i rather sound absolutely crazy than be the man who stole my phone yes, someone very hungry stole my phone. someone needed it i guess. some one took something that wasnt theirs and it happened to be MINE again. AGAIN. i am tired. i am tired of living in a world where these people around me exist...THOSE ppl, but u need the bad and ying yang and here we go! weeeeeeee!!!!!! yaaaayyyyyyyy!!!! horrrayyyyy... FUCK. Ive had a lot of help. ive talked to lots of people and seen lots of things and experienced what most people havent I swear. you wouldnt believe it. you wouldnt. i dont wana get into that though. i just dnt even know what i could possibly tell u to make things any easier.
im just another little person on this earth but i love this little earth but its just so HARD on me i dnt know why. my father is embarassed of me, thats the worst part. my mother loves me bc shes my mother, my brother is like as if he's an earthling and im an alien. my sister is the real alien bc shes just so perfect!
everybody is faced with challenges, and they dont end...ppl dnt have arms, or legs, ppl r drinking out of a swamp in etheopea (however its spelled) if u mix red and white and u wana get purple its your fault not the paint! its a constant battle. ppl dnt have parents who gave them anything, they live in the projects or are completely alone and have to work so much harder to even eat.
i feel so stupid complaining.
like so stupid.
like a stupid girl that cries over something so stupid
if they can do it i can too
my day just got turned around... very easily.
This girl just walked into the store and told me about SHELAC nailpolish... its supposedly a manicure u can get that actually lasts two weeks! I gota look into it.
She was the typical girl i want to ask a million questions to
Some other lady said she had everything in the store before the store even opened, she was pointing at everything and saying that she has it and that it was so weird that now we know all of her secrets. She had the most gorgeous watch on and handed me a black card when she bought some animal shot glasses. She was another typical lady I want to ask a million questions to. Like "how do you do it?" "how do you have it all so together n look so damn polished and just spend money the way you do so amazingly?" cuz i wana be her. i wana have perfect nails like i used to, i want that watch and that bag and that black card and not be the one swiping it but rather the one walking away with the shopping bag in my hand lol
ive been her. ive been happy. ive been sad. ive had better days, ive told u about them, ive said i wana die, ive thought it, ive meant it, but ive felt stupid about it too, what i suffer from, i wouldnt do it, i dont mean it anymore i have realized that the things that happen to me aren't normal but that when u mix pink and white u dont get purple so maybe i gota find the blue instead of sit here all blue about absolutely nothing.
AMEN.
These people doing things to other people and people and people and people that are in my way.
Who am i? someone good actually. someone too good.
im tired.
i dont know whats going to happen... if it were up to me it would all be better. i love a lot of things, i dont mean to be so pessimistic but i have my moments. i try. i dnt try hard enough obviously. i watch things go by and actually following through with an idea is harder than simply thinking it. I see a lot of cool things! I see a lot of pretty things that attract me and I try to keep looking there and re fueling my little brain with the things that motivate me to think in that direction. for instance this keyboard... its cool i can press these little buttons and get these letters which are the communication, my thoughts... watching them "slip through my fingers" as well :) i was thinking about whipped cream today... i dont know why but its so airy and fluffy and white and tastes so good and we made it! its sexy. its yummy, its sweet and i want it all over me right now. i know i sound absolutely crazy but i rather sound absolutely crazy than be the man who stole my phone yes, someone very hungry stole my phone. someone needed it i guess. some one took something that wasnt theirs and it happened to be MINE again. AGAIN. i am tired. i am tired of living in a world where these people around me exist...THOSE ppl, but u need the bad and ying yang and here we go! weeeeeeee!!!!!! yaaaayyyyyyyy!!!! horrrayyyyy... FUCK. Ive had a lot of help. ive talked to lots of people and seen lots of things and experienced what most people havent I swear. you wouldnt believe it. you wouldnt. i dont wana get into that though. i just dnt even know what i could possibly tell u to make things any easier.
im just another little person on this earth but i love this little earth but its just so HARD on me i dnt know why. my father is embarassed of me, thats the worst part. my mother loves me bc shes my mother, my brother is like as if he's an earthling and im an alien. my sister is the real alien bc shes just so perfect!
everybody is faced with challenges, and they dont end...ppl dnt have arms, or legs, ppl r drinking out of a swamp in etheopea (however its spelled) if u mix red and white and u wana get purple its your fault not the paint! its a constant battle. ppl dnt have parents who gave them anything, they live in the projects or are completely alone and have to work so much harder to even eat.
i feel so stupid complaining.
like so stupid.
like a stupid girl that cries over something so stupid
if they can do it i can too
my day just got turned around... very easily.
This girl just walked into the store and told me about SHELAC nailpolish... its supposedly a manicure u can get that actually lasts two weeks! I gota look into it.
She was the typical girl i want to ask a million questions to
Some other lady said she had everything in the store before the store even opened, she was pointing at everything and saying that she has it and that it was so weird that now we know all of her secrets. She had the most gorgeous watch on and handed me a black card when she bought some animal shot glasses. She was another typical lady I want to ask a million questions to. Like "how do you do it?" "how do you have it all so together n look so damn polished and just spend money the way you do so amazingly?" cuz i wana be her. i wana have perfect nails like i used to, i want that watch and that bag and that black card and not be the one swiping it but rather the one walking away with the shopping bag in my hand lol
ive been her. ive been happy. ive been sad. ive had better days, ive told u about them, ive said i wana die, ive thought it, ive meant it, but ive felt stupid about it too, what i suffer from, i wouldnt do it, i dont mean it anymore i have realized that the things that happen to me aren't normal but that when u mix pink and white u dont get purple so maybe i gota find the blue instead of sit here all blue about absolutely nothing.
AMEN.
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