My Best Friend Tracie and I where "going for a walk" so to speak , and we found ourselves engaged in a long conversation about ...well everything I guess. But what really stood out to me was that we both agreed that with everything we do, we should create a Plan B for it. We noticed that we seem to deviate from alot our plans , and when they fail, we never have a back-up plan. I dont know, but it was important to me that we established that now, instead of when we're grown, and looking for a job or something, and it's too late for a Plan B. The second thing that stuck out for me, was that we also talked about writing down some things we'd like to do over time. (Inspired by my mentor) Just anything. Like going out of state, or surfing... things like that. Anyone that knows us, knows we're VERY adventurous people. lol So I think that should be a really cool thing to do.. Let's just say, we're expanding our horizons (:
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Change
Why are Men so opposed to change ? I hear it all the time, no matter where I am. Perfect Example: "Why do women change their hair while we're dating them? Now all of a sudden they want their hair short now. Why cant yall stay the same ?"
WHAT IS SO BAD ABOUT CHANGE?
Is it just me ?
Well, this one's for my Ladies :) Okay, is it just me, or does being an athlete make someone like 5x better than what they are ? For some reason, I'm more attracted to athletes, as apposed to someone who raps, or works at Taco Bell , or other things like that. I'm very athletic myself, so maybe that's where it comes from, but that's been on my mind lately.. I think these athletes wouldnt be as cute if they weren't so good at what they do.

Shannon Brown, Reggie Bush, & Michael Phelps,

Okay I'm lieing about Shannon Brown, I just wanted to put him on my blog . lmao
To All The Boys I've Loved Before
( I couldn't get the youtube version , but I HAD to have this on my blog)
To all the boys I've loved before, part one
We are not your mothers
You have been weaned from the breast of a woman for years
Yet you come to us wounded and half filled with promises
You can only keep half the time
Trying to suck a loss 'sense of self' dry
We have become much too accustomed to sleepless nights
And damp pillows have become much too accustomed
To waiting for our empty beds to be weighed down with the bodies of men
Heavy with the scent and the hands of other women
And we simply wanting to be loved
And to love ourselves unconditionally
Simply wanting the truth of whether you can really love us or not
Play Hester Prynne
Place scarlet letters on our chest
Become adulteresses
Cheating ourselves out of what we truly deserve
Willing to settle for less
Willing to act like a little less than a goddess
Willing to sleep with the enemy
Men too scared to stop acting like boys
Thinking we can love away their scars
So we take the lashes of the insecurities they pour on us
And lick our wounds in quiet mourning
For the little girls that we lose by the minute
Part two
You said you had a photographic memory
But apparently you forgot
That honesty begins by being real with yourself
And the ones you claim you love
The truth cannot be hidden
What's clouded in darkness will always come to light my love
You should've known that
Claiming you saw my light so clearly and brightly
I guess sh*t happens
I just wish it wasn't me
And I guess it's so much better
To have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
I know that's some easy sh*t to say
But I'm still going to try and live by it
I'm still going to try to put faith to rest in it
I will sleep on dry pillows now
In a bed big enough to love myself in
I will awake these coming mornings with my eyes dry and shining
And full of the knowledge that I am priceless
And worth nothing but honesty
I will remove the scarlet letter from my chest
And take the hand of the little girl I used to be
And say "I'm sorry" to her
I'm sorry for cheating you out of the joy you have always deserved
And I will wait for a man to come along
That can give me the truth of how much he can really love me.
We are not your mothers
You have been weaned from the breast of a woman for years
Yet you come to us wounded and half filled with promises
You can only keep half the time
Trying to suck a loss 'sense of self' dry
We have become much too accustomed to sleepless nights
And damp pillows have become much too accustomed
To waiting for our empty beds to be weighed down with the bodies of men
Heavy with the scent and the hands of other women
And we simply wanting to be loved
And to love ourselves unconditionally
Simply wanting the truth of whether you can really love us or not
Play Hester Prynne
Place scarlet letters on our chest
Become adulteresses
Cheating ourselves out of what we truly deserve
Willing to settle for less
Willing to act like a little less than a goddess
Willing to sleep with the enemy
Men too scared to stop acting like boys
Thinking we can love away their scars
So we take the lashes of the insecurities they pour on us
And lick our wounds in quiet mourning
For the little girls that we lose by the minute
Part two
You said you had a photographic memory
But apparently you forgot
That honesty begins by being real with yourself
And the ones you claim you love
The truth cannot be hidden
What's clouded in darkness will always come to light my love
You should've known that
Claiming you saw my light so clearly and brightly
I guess sh*t happens
I just wish it wasn't me
And I guess it's so much better
To have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
I know that's some easy sh*t to say
But I'm still going to try and live by it
I'm still going to try to put faith to rest in it
I will sleep on dry pillows now
In a bed big enough to love myself in
I will awake these coming mornings with my eyes dry and shining
And full of the knowledge that I am priceless
And worth nothing but honesty
I will remove the scarlet letter from my chest
And take the hand of the little girl I used to be
And say "I'm sorry" to her
I'm sorry for cheating you out of the joy you have always deserved
And I will wait for a man to come along
That can give me the truth of how much he can really love me.
_Mayda Del Valle
I encourage you to watch the youtube version though. go to "To all the boys I've loved before Mayda Del Valle". You wont be dissappointed .
" Gang Members Wanted "
So I came across this sign laying in the dirt while I was on my way to the bus stop, and I had to take a picture of it. The sign read " Gang Members Wanted , Career Opportunity!" That wasnt even the part that amazed me though. If you look closely, somebody wrote "fuck ur opportunity" on the poster. All I could do was shake my head and pull out my phone to snap a picture. The world is a harsh atmosphere, and...
You cant help those who dont wish to be helped...
Monday, January 18, 2010
Rain, MLK Day.

I've learned to appriciate the rain a little more lately. Usually I'm very busy, and I"m always trying to be gone, and out the house. But today, I'm more relaxed, and I feel like for the first time in a while I have the chance to sit down and just let my thoughts flow in and out of my mind. Kick back, watch movies, laugh about stupid stuff with my sister, and soon I;m going to go see my Best Friend Tracie. On top of it being a rainy day, it's also Martin Luther King Day. For me, that means the celebration of the freedom I have in my life compared to the old days. ... and it also means NO SCHOOL. Thank you Dr.King , without you, I would have never appriciated a rainy day like this one. ( We've been thanking you for the same thing over and over again for 40 years, so I'd thought I'd thank you for something else this year as well ) :)
Friday, January 1, 2010
New Years Resolution
Well , every year it's so difficult for me to establish a legitament resolution. So this year , I'm going to keep it simple. This year, my New Years Resolution is to follow through . I have a habit of not finishing what I start, and I want this year to be different. January is going to be a very rocky month for me this year, and this will be the begining of my Two Thousand Ten test. Everyone pray for me, and hope I pass...
THE POWER TO OVERCOME
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