Damn it all
Some people just keep on walking in that one straight line. OH WELL! The only significance to a person is whatever in his/her frame of mind. It doesn't even matter if you consider someone a friend when they don't share the same view. Takes two to make a statement valid even if it's false. It's ok though, 'cause I always convince myself it was all a facade which it is.
Yesterday I went over to Judy's after work at around 9 PM. I was supposed to leave at 8 but my cousin from the marines called. He called to compare me to this girl he met whom he thought to be a "verbatim" image of me, a Christian girl. I was polite enough to stay on the line with him for another half an hour before I said I had to go. I always give 100% credit to people who takes the initiative to make contact with me or just think of me in any way. Well not just their thinking of "me" but I appreciate anyone who thinks of another. So anyway, we watched some Olympics and then she took out these presents she got me for my birthday. She was giving them to me earlier because she couldn't spend my birthday with me. In the bag was two carebear cousins(the penguin!!! and the elephant), some Sophora make up from the NY store, a superman shirt(!!!) with the logo in metallic, a personalized self made good luck coin, grape lip balm, nail polish, and this candy. She also wrote out a very sweet card to me! And just when I thought she was WAY overdoing all this for me, she brought out a cake and her whole family sang Happy Birthday! It was embarassing! Even my family don't do that.
At night we took out our diaries and shared with another. The one I brought was this old one from when I was still living in Matawan. I read out a few entries to her about Lance and Joe. I also told her about Pat, the camp counselor whom I never got over when I was eleven. I told her I'm planning on searching for him through US Search lol. Oh yeah, and we read saved notes that we wrote to each other. It was so weird to read what I wrote but now from a third person's point of view. I was full of angst(not that I stopped now) and craziness. In a lot of them I was way too Confucius *shudders* But the majority of the letters were about our plots to shoot people with paintball guns LoL. Throughout the whole night we talked about our elementary school stories and middle school stories.. until we finally fell asleep at 3. The night wasn't picture perfect because the crickets out her window were loud as hell and she kept on hogging the whole bed! haha. So once in a while I gave her a lil shove.
In the morning we went to Six Flags. It was actually my first time ever to go on a roller coaster! My crazy parents never let me go on any when I went with them when I was younger. We went on the Ferris Wheel, Stuntman's Freefall, Musik Express, Spinmeister, bumper cars, Viper, the carousel, and last but not least Skull Mountain. I'd wish we could go on more rides. I found out that I'm actually a pro at bumper cars, just riding along bumping kids with one hand on the wheel. It was so sweet. And I can't explain all of these rides 'cause it'd take another paragraph and no one's going to read it anyway. Back to roller coasters, it wasn't anything I expected. It may sound silly, but it's actually one of the few things I've always wanted to try in life. Like drugs, sex, and eating at Denny's. That's just a few of the things. So what it felt like to me was that I wasn't actually the one moving but the world was. I felt like I was the frame of reference. It's weird. That's just sometimes though, other times I felt as how everyone feels, like you're moving and was being twisted around and/or just falling and all at the same time. I really didn't scream at all. Most of the times my eyes just widened and I gulped. I guess I didn't know how to react. I didn't feel the urge to scream 'cause I know I wasn't going to die. So yeah, it was pretty neat. Now I'm going to lie on my bed and watch "Starsky and Hutch" that I rented. =D I'm happy even though I may not sound it. I just feel somewhat subdued.
Oh yeah, getting back to my first paragraph. It was supposed to lead into the people whom are called "the elite" or the ones who think they are. There are a few types of these bastards.
The elite
-who thinks they are the elite but not
-the elite who have low self-esteem but takes their pick at whom they think they're better than
-the elite who are elite but can be even more the elite
-and the ones who are just the elite and knows it.
They're all the same really, even if they try to deny it. They only associate with their own kind. As in associating on good social terms I mean. Well actually not necessarily always 'cause there are different levels amongst themselves too. But you get the idea.
Yesterday I went over to Judy's after work at around 9 PM. I was supposed to leave at 8 but my cousin from the marines called. He called to compare me to this girl he met whom he thought to be a "verbatim" image of me, a Christian girl. I was polite enough to stay on the line with him for another half an hour before I said I had to go. I always give 100% credit to people who takes the initiative to make contact with me or just think of me in any way. Well not just their thinking of "me" but I appreciate anyone who thinks of another. So anyway, we watched some Olympics and then she took out these presents she got me for my birthday. She was giving them to me earlier because she couldn't spend my birthday with me. In the bag was two carebear cousins(the penguin!!! and the elephant), some Sophora make up from the NY store, a superman shirt(!!!) with the logo in metallic, a personalized self made good luck coin, grape lip balm, nail polish, and this candy. She also wrote out a very sweet card to me! And just when I thought she was WAY overdoing all this for me, she brought out a cake and her whole family sang Happy Birthday! It was embarassing! Even my family don't do that.
At night we took out our diaries and shared with another. The one I brought was this old one from when I was still living in Matawan. I read out a few entries to her about Lance and Joe. I also told her about Pat, the camp counselor whom I never got over when I was eleven. I told her I'm planning on searching for him through US Search lol. Oh yeah, and we read saved notes that we wrote to each other. It was so weird to read what I wrote but now from a third person's point of view. I was full of angst(not that I stopped now) and craziness. In a lot of them I was way too Confucius *shudders* But the majority of the letters were about our plots to shoot people with paintball guns LoL. Throughout the whole night we talked about our elementary school stories and middle school stories.. until we finally fell asleep at 3. The night wasn't picture perfect because the crickets out her window were loud as hell and she kept on hogging the whole bed! haha. So once in a while I gave her a lil shove.
In the morning we went to Six Flags. It was actually my first time ever to go on a roller coaster! My crazy parents never let me go on any when I went with them when I was younger. We went on the Ferris Wheel, Stuntman's Freefall, Musik Express, Spinmeister, bumper cars, Viper, the carousel, and last but not least Skull Mountain. I'd wish we could go on more rides. I found out that I'm actually a pro at bumper cars, just riding along bumping kids with one hand on the wheel. It was so sweet. And I can't explain all of these rides 'cause it'd take another paragraph and no one's going to read it anyway. Back to roller coasters, it wasn't anything I expected. It may sound silly, but it's actually one of the few things I've always wanted to try in life. Like drugs, sex, and eating at Denny's. That's just a few of the things. So what it felt like to me was that I wasn't actually the one moving but the world was. I felt like I was the frame of reference. It's weird. That's just sometimes though, other times I felt as how everyone feels, like you're moving and was being twisted around and/or just falling and all at the same time. I really didn't scream at all. Most of the times my eyes just widened and I gulped. I guess I didn't know how to react. I didn't feel the urge to scream 'cause I know I wasn't going to die. So yeah, it was pretty neat. Now I'm going to lie on my bed and watch "Starsky and Hutch" that I rented. =D I'm happy even though I may not sound it. I just feel somewhat subdued.
Oh yeah, getting back to my first paragraph. It was supposed to lead into the people whom are called "the elite" or the ones who think they are. There are a few types of these bastards.
The elite
-who thinks they are the elite but not
-the elite who have low self-esteem but takes their pick at whom they think they're better than
-the elite who are elite but can be even more the elite
-and the ones who are just the elite and knows it.
They're all the same really, even if they try to deny it. They only associate with their own kind. As in associating on good social terms I mean. Well actually not necessarily always 'cause there are different levels amongst themselves too. But you get the idea.