Wow poor Jake. He has NO idea about the caliber of shit show that is about to arrive on his doorstep in T-10 days. Start boarding up your windows now, California. Hurricane Lizz is about to do major damage.
Estimated damage: $ridiculous
In my engagement photos (that’s if i ever have the courage to get married) i am NOT having a pose where my hand is on his chest showing off my ring. so tacky in my opinion.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wV1FrqwZyKw&feature=share
It’s just…Gaga. She’s truly one of a kind. I don’t care who you are, you have to appreciate her as an artist.
It seems fake people always try the hardest to be seen as truthful.
Seriously, I’m sick of hearing about love. Love love love love love. I love my family and I love my friends like my family. But it’s like society shoves it in our faces constantly that if we don’t find “true love” or “fall in love” we’ll live a shitty ass, miserable, meaningless life. I’ve been in love. And I’ve grown out of it. While the concept of “true love” may exist (I’m currently undecided), quite frankly I don’t understand why love for life isn’t more important. And in that is an appreciation for the good and the bad. If you live your life so worried about finding someone to love, you forget about the most important person–– yourself.
Don’t waste time trying to impress others.
29. A person who is unafraid to present a candid version of herself to the world is as rare as diamonds.
This whole piece is good. I agree with a lot of them. But #29 describes how I want people to remember me. I am so over trying to figure out what people are looking for in me. It’s so much easier just to be you. And let other’s make that decision. Be real. Be yourself.
Let me begin with a text I recieved from Papa Pablo today at 10:53 a.m.
“Haven’t gone to sleep yet, knocked out 4 lab reports, some other homework, and I’m even going to my genetics lab. God bless the creators of adderall….I’ve also had 2 Red Bulls. Did I say I might even work out afterwards?”
So let me just say that this pretty much sums up how our generation gets shit done. Most of us feel that we need something extra to simply accomplish what we need to. I’m not speaking about the goodie-goodies or the straight path-ers. Sure, they exist. But most of us fall into a category where we’d rather stay up all night with friends at the bar on a Wednesday then deal with the consequences later. And can I just say that we’ve definitely found ways to deal.
I’m not at all condoning the use of adderall. Personally, it’s not my favorite. But for most of Generation Y, it’s our solution for the party vs. homework conundrum. Do both. Sleep when you’re dead.
But I need a FUCKING VACATION.
March 25 could not come soon enough. The beach in front of my face and a drink in my hand could not come soon enough. I don’t even care that I’ll be sleeping in an RV for 10 days. It’s an RV on DA BEACH.
