Is it just me or...?
Just found one of my friends is moving to Arizona. Marvelous. And he was one of the funny ones too, even if I was jealous of his smarts. And he's not the only one of my friends that is moving, though most are doing it because of financial problems. This economy is a bitch.
Plus we've got the oil spill, so there's the chance I won't be alive in a year. Simply marvelous.
Anyways, been being a councilor at camp. Tons of fun. Surprisingly, it's the older kids that are being a bucket of trouble this year.
There's a kid in camp that can't read. I would like to know what's up with that.
I've been feeling...funny lately. I've been getting this feeling in increasing amounts this past year. I still don't know what it's about. It's a bitter-sweet feeling, though. It's a sort of sickly feeling in my gut.
Bah, wanna know something? I am begining to feel like quite a loser because I'm going to be a senior in high school and I have gone on one date. One.
At least I've been rejected several times. :'D
No, really, being rejected is a lot better than never asking. Because at least you get to let it out.
Speaking of which, I've noticed that there are three forms "love" comes in.
There's the obsessive kind of love. This kind is sudden and powerful, and feuled mostly by attraction and intense emotion. This is the love that breeds stalkers. If you are affected by this type of love, you will be prone to over reacting and will always feel emotion deep within you. ALL the freakin TIME. This one feels the best, worst, and is over the quickest.
There's the kind of love that's dependent. The fall-back love. This is the one that you are mildly attracted to, but love because you know they'll love you more. Whenever things get rough, you fantasize about going back to them. You may call them, or text them, or flirt with them. You know in your heart that it's wrong, but rationalize with yourself that you actually do like them.
Then there's the quiet, sneaky sort of love. This one comes up slowly, like a child encircling his hands around a fish. You don't realize that you're trapped until there is no chance of escape. This one is the most persistent. It takes a long time to develope into something noticible: a year, two years, ten. It's so quiet and unexpected that you yourself may doubt its existence. But, it is there. And I'll tell you, I'd say it's the best type to experience.
ANYWAY, so long as you love yourself and be happy, things will be good for you, I'm sure.
I was going to write a long, ranty journal, but my sisters are in my room bugging me, so I'm just gonna leave this. It's something I thought about a week or so ago while doing the dishes. I think most of my thoughts while doing the dishes.
Plus we've got the oil spill, so there's the chance I won't be alive in a year. Simply marvelous.
Anyways, been being a councilor at camp. Tons of fun. Surprisingly, it's the older kids that are being a bucket of trouble this year.
There's a kid in camp that can't read. I would like to know what's up with that.
I've been feeling...funny lately. I've been getting this feeling in increasing amounts this past year. I still don't know what it's about. It's a bitter-sweet feeling, though. It's a sort of sickly feeling in my gut.
Bah, wanna know something? I am begining to feel like quite a loser because I'm going to be a senior in high school and I have gone on one date. One.
At least I've been rejected several times. :'D
No, really, being rejected is a lot better than never asking. Because at least you get to let it out.
Speaking of which, I've noticed that there are three forms "love" comes in.
There's the obsessive kind of love. This kind is sudden and powerful, and feuled mostly by attraction and intense emotion. This is the love that breeds stalkers. If you are affected by this type of love, you will be prone to over reacting and will always feel emotion deep within you. ALL the freakin TIME. This one feels the best, worst, and is over the quickest.
There's the kind of love that's dependent. The fall-back love. This is the one that you are mildly attracted to, but love because you know they'll love you more. Whenever things get rough, you fantasize about going back to them. You may call them, or text them, or flirt with them. You know in your heart that it's wrong, but rationalize with yourself that you actually do like them.
Then there's the quiet, sneaky sort of love. This one comes up slowly, like a child encircling his hands around a fish. You don't realize that you're trapped until there is no chance of escape. This one is the most persistent. It takes a long time to develope into something noticible: a year, two years, ten. It's so quiet and unexpected that you yourself may doubt its existence. But, it is there. And I'll tell you, I'd say it's the best type to experience.
ANYWAY, so long as you love yourself and be happy, things will be good for you, I'm sure.
I was going to write a long, ranty journal, but my sisters are in my room bugging me, so I'm just gonna leave this. It's something I thought about a week or so ago while doing the dishes. I think most of my thoughts while doing the dishes.