True Story

What can I say? Humans are complicated creatures.

I'm Watching You

HAHAHA what a creepy ass blog title, but....

Confession: I am a people watcher.

It may sound a bit creepy, but it's really not. It's just that I love observing others in their environment. People fascinate me. The way you can read someone's body language. The unconscious movements. The way someone's voice changes when they hit certain emotions. Shrieks when happy. Stutters when nervous. Lower and solemn when sad. Loud when angry. And no one is alike each other. Even with identical twins, there's always a little something that you can tell them apart by. God made each of us different. That's the beauty of it all. We're all different so we act and take in people and situations differently. One thing to someone may mean something completely different to another. Like pink starbursts to you may hold a different value than to me because of my first 8th grade boyfriend.

I think the perfect date would be going to Rite Aid to get the $1.29 scoop of ice cream, sit at a fairly populated public place and just well...simply watch people. hahaha Well not with a guy, who literally just sits there and....watches people like a creeper or checks out all the girls, but with a guy who's easy going and creative. It's fun because you start making up stories of their lives and who they are. Little chubby fat kid? He's probably the funny one who's the class clown. Blond haired, blue eyes little boy? All the girls in class probably have a crush on him, but he's too young to notice. Girl who's all Gucci'd, Prada'd out holding a chihuahua with a rhinestone collar? Materialistic HM bizznatch. Guy wearing Ed Hardy? Douchebag. Just said girl and guy together? Couple that everyone hates on at their parties, but still invite out of obligation and courtesy. Guy is super metro with a piercing on the right ear but holding a girl's hand? Guy who is gay but hasn't come out of the closet with a clueless girlfriend. haha Essentially what you're doing is making stereotypical judgments about people that have no real hold, but nevertheless it's still fun.

So if you catch me watching you.........don't worry, I probably just phased out and day dreamin'. ;)

Just Sayin', But Naw Really Now

Rihanna's song is kinda catchy but uhhhh dang, have you actually really listened to the lyrics?

Come here, rude boy boy
Can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy boy
Is you big enough?
Take it, take it
Baby, baby
Take it, take it
Love me, love me

Tonight I'm a give it to you harder
Tonight I'm a turn your body out
Relax, let me do it how I wanna
If you got it, I need it and I'm a put it down

Buckle up, I'm a give it to you stronger
Hands up, we can go a little longer
Tonight I'm a get a little crazy
Get a little crazy, baby

WHOA WHOA WHOA, Rihanna. You need to calmmmmmmmmmmmm down. We don't need to hear your sex life please. Damn. TMI. Also, if he's a rude boy, why are you throwing yourself at him then? Sigh. Another example of how all the guys that act like douchebags are the ones who get the lovin'. SAD. What happened to not supporting that stereotype? Come on Rihanna, you just got outta that relationship with Chris Brown. Let's calm down a little now please.

On a real note, that's how society is. Take what you really want to say, however crude or nasty but put a nice soundtrack/beat to it and people don't notice. Sex is everywhere. Magazines, pictures, music, commercials, etc. I kind of worry for my kids when i'm going to raise them. Too much grown up ness all around. Ehhh whatever, deal with it when it comes I guess. hahaha

A Window In

Ever had a burning question on your heart that you wanted to asked me?

Ever been curious about something but didn't know who to ask?

Ever wanted to know the true meaning of life?

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Ask me anything. :)

This I Promise You

I realized sometimes I don't make the best decisions.

I like to have harmless fun and cheap thrills.

I give in to my inhibitions and reason that i'm a free spirit.

Nothing is harmful when not done overboard.

But I realize, I am deeply in need of purging.

I don't want tainted things.

I don't want to attract the wrong things and situations.

I want to be the best me I can be.

I want to live an amazing life that sparks something deep.

I want to live an upright life that does God right.

So goodbye to bad habits.

& I will become the best girl you ever meet.

Bold statement, but hey, sup wit it ;)

Benny

Going down memory lane.

I absolutely loved Benny.

Benny was my parakeet. I had him while I was probably in 3rd/4th grade. Before him I owned numerous pets including turtles, a kitten and fishes (fishes were my least favorite), but there was something about him that for some reason, he was the first pet I loved. He was a mix of blue, yellow and green. I remember asking my parents for a long time if I could own a parakeet and they resisted at first. I would go to the library to read books on how to own and take care of one. I promised my parents I would be so happy and would take care of it really well. And finally my parents allowed me, we went to Petco and I took home Benny. I have no idea why I named him that, but I did.

I would wake up early Saturday mornings, go out to the living room and dance and sing in front of the bird cage to entertain him. While I did homework, he would sit perched on my hand pecking at my pencil as I did math problems or wrote out whatever papers I had to do. Sometimes he'd poo on the page, and me being retarded didn't want to rewrite the whole thing or it'd be a hw sheet given out that I couldn't reproduce so i'd clean it up a little but turn in the stained thing. Gross I know. Dog ate the homework? Nah, parakeet poo-ed on my homework. He'd fly around the whole house and i'd lure him to me with my arm arched and millet in my hand. He never really let me pet him which stunk. But anyways, I loved him and his chirping. So he wouldn't be lonely, we bought him another parakeet which I named Joey (after Friends). I didn't like Joey as much but he was cool I guess.

We'd let the birds fly around the house for freedom and one night I was watching TV in my room and didn't want them to fly in so I slammed the door shut, but as I did Benny tried flying in the room. He got caught between the door and fell to the ground. I screamed, brought him to my parents and we put him in a shoe box as we got into the car to bring him to a vet. But for some reason we never drove out, maybe we had lost hope that he wouldn't make it or he had already died and as a child, I didn't know. I carried him in my hands in the car as I cried. I had killed him by accident. That could possibly be the worst feeling in the world, to kill something you love. THe hands that I had fed Benny with, the hands that he had perched on, the hands that were perched under my chin as i'd stare at him and make faces, were the same hands that closed the door in a hurry and brought him to his undeserved death. My parents eventually left me alone in the car and I stayed there I don't know for how long, sobbing, holding him in that shoe box. Benny was gone. I still had Joey but I didn't care, it was Benny who I loved. I don't remember how long it took me to get over it.

For some reason today while I was at Bon Epi trying to write my paper, I looked out the window and missed him.

We learn to love new things, but we never forget the old. There's still an attachment. I haven't gone down this memory lane for years, and i'm surprised that right now i'm actually crying.

I miss you old friend.

Cry In My Heart

There's a cry in my heart
For Your glory to fall
For Your presence to fill up my senses
There's a yearning again
A thirst for discipline
A hunger for things that are deeper


Could You take me beyond?
Could You carry me through?
If I open my heart?
Could I go there with You?

Let's go God, it's just me and You.

No more distractions.