March 2012
I apologize for my earlier post...
I’m sooo tired and she parked right next to me for 30 minutes blasting rap. She even looked over and saw that I was trying to sleep. And just stayed there drawing her eyebrows on and putting on bronzer.
I just want to say that I have nothing against “nigga music”… In fact, I quite like rap. Just not when I’m sleeping and the car next to me is shaking me.
I also have nothing against Asians. In fact, I am dating one. And I adore him. :)
That girl just really pissed me off today. And she even scowled at me when I decided to finally move my car. As if I were bothering her. Erg.
Not to be rude, but I don't care for your super loud nigga music when I'm trying to nap in my car in the parking garage.
Dumb bitch.
You’re Asian, not black.
Stop drawing on your eyebrows and go to class.
It’s been 30 minutes.
You couldn’t have parked anywhere else?!
17. What is the thing you most wish you were great at?
I wish I was a phenomenal dancer.
Like… So You Think You Can Dance - Melanie status. Where even when I’m not paying attention, all my movement looks beautiful and on purpose. When I’m just marking it, I’m doing amazing things. All of that.
And I know anyone can be a great dancer, all it takes is time. Like years and years and years of it. And quite frankly, I’m not that patient.
But I wish I could just wake up one morning and be endlessly flexible and fluid in everything I do.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
How my loving boyfriend and I say "I miss you":
- Me: Ayyobitch
- Him: Dafuqq you want, nigga?
- Me: Yo sexy ass. And those shuga lips.
- Him: Mmmm ya bebe. I'll see you tomorrow. ;)
too bad they’re all ugly…
psh yeah the men’s ones.
16. What are your 5 greatest accomplishments?
- Moving to San Diego without my family to pursue my dreams.
- Being a part of a cirque program that is the only one at a high school in the whole country.
- Reaching my mental goal of inner peace and happiness with myself.
- Directing the show 1,000 Cranes.
- And realizing that none of these are my accomplishments, but God’s and I deserve no credit; I am lucky to be a vessel of his great works.
- me: i should start working out
- me: *stands up*
- me: okay thats good
My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B and that’s all.
lol check out this poem I found that I wrote in like 6th grade...
“A Fantasists Palace”
There are some times
When I want to be alone
But the world is just too loud
So I go outside
To my special little place
Where no one else is allowed
It’s a peaceful little place I have all to myself
That is located between two trees
Where I can lie
And stare at the clouds
For as long as I may please
It consists of a hammock
Woven in blue
And the rest of the wood beyond
But I like to pretend
That there’s much much more
Like a waterfall or a pond
There are fig trees and roses
And a white picket fence
And happiness in the air
With garden stones
And daffodils
Growing from each stair
I dream and dream
And drift farther away
From the clutches of reality
Down in my hammock
A palace for a dreamer
That’s only meant for me
“He had not said “I love you”; but he held her hand. Happiness is this, is this, he thought.”
—Mrs. Dalloway (via wellyousee)
“You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.”
—John Green, The Fault in Our Stars. (via shalomitsjesus)
