Renegade Mode, pt. 3

I ain't boasting on no Emo shit, but...
Oui -- no, ci. My life kind of sucks.

A few points I find myself frequently bitch-slapped in the face with:

• Not EVERYONE is as (genuinely) caring and considerate as you are.
• Not EVERYONE is as loyal as you are.
  
• Not EVERYONE is honest, respectful, truthful or DOESN'T FUCKING OMIT.
• Not EVERYONE has good intentions -- in fact, they probably have bad intentions.
• Realistically, the majourity of people you'll meet in this life won't, and certainly, don't give a fuck about you.

It's unfortunate, but sadly, it has become truth for me.

I'm something like a baby, in that I trust everyone,
but I've learned over the years that you can't really trust anyone.
Maybe your mother, if you have a good one.
No one has both parties best interests at heart,
they're only focused on theirs.

When I'm at a party, and people get sick after they drink a lot, I like to be the one to help. Not because I'm trying to steal something from them (material, physical, informational, etc), but because I know that not as many people care about making the person feel better, or as safe as I do -- really, because I'd hope someone else would do that for me!

Generally, I try not to isolate myself, but the world is only as cruel as the people in it; The best way to live is in renegade mode.

Just a thought.

Just going through my old posts and laughing at myself.

You know, I really should proof-read more.
But if you know me, you know I don't have enough patience for that.

Choose to grow.

Not everything in life can go our way.
As much as we want to, we can't control how the people around us think,
or what they choose to do.

(Um...unless, you're a sociopathological control-freak with a barn in the middle of rural Saskatchewan all set up with a Saw IV-esq theme...
but I'm going to run on the assumption that you don't.)

Even if it disappoints us.
Even if it hurts us.
Even if we know it's what's best. We just can't.

This change can be:
terrifying,
emotionally challenging,
mentally draining,
but most of all: It's pinnacle.

It's pinnacle because you suddenly have a choice.
You have a choice to grow up, or regress back into immature patterns of humanistic behaviour.

We can't direct any external entity but ourselves.
We can choose to overcome obstacles, instead of lingering on our failed attempts.
We can choose to reap the benefits of all our situations (good and bad), rather than continually focusing on the negative.
We can choose to set attainable (or unattainable) goals for ourselves and make the necessary effort in achieving them.

Ultimately, we only, truly, have power over our actions.
What we choose to make of our journey.

For me, every limitation is a challenge to be overcome, with its ultimate purpose being growth.

I'll grow through this , too.

A day in the life.

It makes us sing.








What they should have put...




-- Correction--








Evil gingerbread man on crack that jizzed in his pants. I made this one.


Rihanna.


Having a bad day.

Angelina, Angelina...

Okay, guys. I'm feeling a bit melancholy right now.

Not only have I taken a periodical hiatus...
...BUT, instead of creeping out of the hole I've been in with something tasteful and philosophical and not stupid, I present you with this junk...

IT'S ANGELINA, YA'LL!

The "bitch from Staten Island" is back and like her former co-star, DJ Pauly D, she's 'bout to get us all fist-pumping to her new song!

Honest, it's a good song.

Poor Angelina. She's so misunderstood. I mean, I'd totally take time out from work or studying to learn all the words to this song.
Fo sho.

Take a listen:

Currently

Don't let life screw you around. Don't let any woman or MAN screw you over. Or you'll end up sad and bitter, like me.

My advice: Do not - and I repeat - DO NOT eat toast.

I love this girl, Robyn.

I felt like this once. My God. Anyone who's been there knows.

Hang With Me

Robyn, I'm so jealous that one of my best friends and her cousin are going to see Robyn without me. Those adorable assholes.

I'm taking some time out of my hectic schedule to explore new music (which I desperately needed to do).

Skimming through Robyn songs, I came across this marvelous work of melody. The song is called "Hang With Me," and oddly, fits directly in line with my thoughts at the moment.
If you have any questions, my only answer is this:

The line that separates simple and complex is a frail one; Let's keep it simple.

you are the...

Only Exception.

Today's Question.

I do need to ask:
When will I see you again?

What Goes Up...

...must ALWAYS come crashing down.

And now, we're back to the same ol', same ol'.

But seriously! C'mon, life! Give me a chance! Let me give myself a chance, man!
Everyone tells me their grand stories, and what do I tell them?

"Oh, nothing's going on in my mundane life. In fact, you probably stole all of the excitement that's supposed to be in mine!"

Not to say that nothing exciting is going on my life, it's just that I expected, as a 21 year old, to be living it up a little more?

A part of me feels that those days are near and these days filled with routine, relaxation and calm should be appreciated...maybe I should be grateful that I'm (at the very least) not fighting a war, or I'm not forced to work in a factory for 7 cents a day.
Yes, I should be grateful that I'm in school, have friends, have a family, etc, etc.

Okay, I've given myself a chance, I think.

Estrogen Vent

Yeah, venting right now.

Question: Why are girls so fucking annoying?

You'd think I'd be able to handle the raging estrogen attacks these stupid girls experience, but no - sadly, I'm still learning.

Question: Why do certain persons keep annoying me?

At this point, I do a lot to keep myself from hating you. Daily. I - literally - wake up in the morning, remember I dislike you (heavily) and abruptly cease my thinking, all with hopes of creating some peace within my moral mind.

Question: Why is it that you are in my life?

Oh, right. It's not MY life you're in, but somehow, you seem to weezle your way into the depths of my worst being.

Can I dissect you, like, out of my brain?
Can I 'Sunshine-of-the-Spotless-Mind' you out of my world?
'Cause that'd be great.