goals for this summer:
1. have a summer fling
2. lose another 15 pounds
3. get a job, i need money man.
4. get a new piercing / i need monies first :(
5. visit the eastern shore to see my best friend devin
6. go to the obx to see my other best friend brittany
I got so caught up…
I got so caught up with the semester and with certain people I really didn’t have a need to get so involved with Tumblr. Now that its summer, my parents screwed me over with an internship, I will be sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing. So here goes me pouring my life onto Tumblr again.
Haven’t been on Tumblr in a while
I’ve been insanely busy with school.
Fell for a new guy.
He’s leaving me heartbroken at the current moment. meh.
How can I compete with his best friend? I cannot.
So I’m done with that.
winner winner chicken dinner.
I TURN 21 TOMORROW.
Symbolizes creation and destruction.
Shiva is depicted dancing and moving. Creation!
Shiva is standing on the demon of forgetfulness. Sometimes we forget how our every day habits create a neverending cycle of static-ness (is that a word?). So destroy old negative habits and create new positive ones!
Source: Washington Post
Tumblr vs. Facebook: Jersey Shore Version
Someone I don’t know adds me on Facebook:
Someone I don’t know follows me on Tumblr:Someone writes on my Facebook wall:Someone writes in my Tumblr box:Lose a friend on Facebook:Lose a follower on Tumblr:Error on Facebook:Error on Tumblr:
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…
I used to know
That I used to know
Guyanese things I don’t understand!
Days they force you back under those covers. Lazy mornings they multiply. Glory’s waiting outside your window. So wake on up from your slumber, baby, open up your eyes.