A bike lane running across Portland’s N. Williams Ave has been transformed into an IRL Mario Kart track by a fun-loving Stumphead who adorned it with the game’s signature bananas, mushrooms, and stars.
"When I shop, the world gets better, and the world is better, but then it’s not, and I need to do it again." -Confessions of a Shopaholic
Replace the word ‘shop’ with something else and that’s basically how I feel at the moment. I know the aftermath of the situation, yet, I let myself fall into the situation and in the end, I’m left hopeless and back at the beginning of the cycle again. It’s a never ending cycle that I hope one day, I will get out of, but probably not any time soon.
Zuckerberg is red-green colorblind, which means that the best color he can see is blue! We’re sure that it’s no coincidence that blue is the hue chosen to dominate the color palette of his ultra popular social networking website. (1)
Finally, after 9 months, actually, exactly 9 months, I have finally gotten the courage to block him on Facebook. Can I get a round of applause? Unfortunately, the only reason I did it was because people kept commenting on how he’s been interested in some other chick, and before that could upset me anymore than it did, I figured the time has finally come to add him to my block list.
I feel like I have been making a lot of poor choices lately. It makes me sad that he was one of my only good influences. Now that he’s gone, I feel like I’m lowering myself to everyone else’s level, not trying to say I was better than everyone else. My morals all seemed to fade away.
You know, the passionate ones. The ones where sex is constantly on your mind. You spend your days imagining fingertips, lips, teeth, and tongue exploring every inch of bare skin. Every date, you sit across from each other, both of you nodding your heads, barely tolerating the required pretense of interest in conversation before you can satisfy your urges. You crave each other. It’s insatiable. It’s short lived. Besides a strong desire to feel skin against skin, you have nothing in common.
There are those kind of relationships.
You know, the needy ones. The ones where the other person loves you, wants you, needs you desperately. You like them, you may even love them, but your feelings can never match theirs. They are always so far ahead of you. It’s clear to everyone that they love you more. They call you incessantly. They are offended when you do things without them. They forgive you instantly for any transgression. Without you, their life would have little or no meaning. You are the center of their world. It’s short lived. These relationships can’t last. The neediness of the other eventually eats away at you. It wears you out. It makes you realize that you can’t respect them anymore.
There are those kind of relationships.
You know, the desperate ones. The ones where you love the person so much more than they love you. The ones where you chase after the other person with all of your heart. You wake up early to fix your hair a certain way, dress a certain way, make them their favorite meals. You constantly try to remain interesting and attractive and alluring. You feel yourself putting other things aside, ignoring important things to satisfy them. You know you’re pathetic. You know that they can leave you at any moment. You’re entire life is filled with the insecurity of knowing that you love them more. They are everything.
There are those kind of relationships.
You know, the real ones. The ones where you like to talk, to play, to argue, and to fuck. The ones where you can’t stand each other and can’t stand to be apart from one another at the same time. The ones where you each have your own life, but you allow each other to enrich them instead of control them. The ones where you switch off being needy and desperate but generally are equally obsessed. The ones where you feel secure but not bored, where you are just as excited about the conversation you have during dinner as the sex you’ll have afterwards. You’ve seen each other bitchy, whiny, ugly, tired, sick and you still want each other desperately. It’s the ones where you know that neither of you is perfect, but you’re perfect for each other.
Day 21: Someone I Judged By Their First Impression
Dear someone I judged by your the first impression,
I’ve known you for quite some time now, but before we actually became friends, all I heard about you were that you were a whore. That was honestly all I would ever hear and of course, I had to judge you based on that. Personally, I thought you were really materialistic and way too high maintenance for me. It wasn’t until we started talking and you started inviting me to things that I realized you weren’t that. Sure, the past might as otherwise, but the past is the past, and you clearly learned from your mistakes. I’m really fortunate to have gotten the chance to get really close to you. You’ve been a really good and honest friend. Thanks for everything.
I applied for public relations director after being rejected my volunteering director position. I felt like I had a good chance of getting it too because that means the pool of applicants should have decreased. Nope. Got my ass rejected again.
I didn’t get volunteering director for my organization. “Boo freaking hoo, cry me a river”, you might say. Well, I don’t know about the people who actually got the position, but I spent a lot of time on my application. A lot. I did a lot of research to find a lot of potential volunteering events, and that took up a lot of time. I thought that my research was thorough and good ideas overall, but I guess not.
The part I’m upset about is that I had committee chair applications for another organization due today right before I found out I didn’t get volunteering director. One of the chairs was volunteering chair, but because I thought I actually had a good shot at volunteering director, I didn’t apply for it. It’s too late to apply for it now, so in the end, no volunteering anything for me.
Now, I’m applying to public relations officer, and the application is due in 2 hours, but I have to study for a quiz that’s tomorrow morning at 9 am, so I’m just rushing to finish everything.
What an exhausting week. I cannot wait until everything’s done with.
I had class til 3. I bought my Toms right after class. I came home for about half an hour. Then, I went to the library, sat down, pulled out my laptop, and wasted time. Next thing I know, I used up all my bandwidth. Then, I went on a library computer and continued wasting more time. Then I had a meeting, ate sushi, and caught up with a friend for the rest of the night. Here I am, 12:39 AM, lying on my bed, should be sleeping but since I did absolutely nothing today, I need to stay up and finish some applications and study for my quiz on Friday.
Yeah…eff that. I’m just going to copy and paste my application from last year and study tomorrow. Laziness prevails.
I really enjoy deep conversations. I realized I don’t have them with anyone anymore really. That’s sorta sad.
Day 19: Someone That Pesters My Mind - Good Or Bad
Dear someone that pesters my mind,
You always pop up every once in a while, but the feelings I get are so varied. Sometimes, I get angry that I still think about you. Sometimes, I get sad reminiscing the good times. Sometimes, I get happy knowing that those memories were so meaningful to me. Over the course of the past couple of months, I went from being sad to mad to happy to now sad. Maybe it’s the school piled on top of personal problems that’s making my emotions fly off the tracks, but I’ve been feeling extremely nostalgic lately. Everyone around me are happily in a relationship and I just feel so alone. I have wasted hours reading other people’s tumblrs about how perfect their relationship is with their significant other, which I will admit I shouldn’t have done. I feel so independent at the moment, and that feeling is refreshing, but everyone needs some loving once in a while.
Maybe this is all happening because I lost the “BEST” keychain recently. It made me really, incredibly sad. The chain connecting the charm with the keychain loop was always loose, but I ignored it and didn’t think much of it. Now that it’s gone, I feel like that’s a sign saying that maybe it’s really over, friendship and all. There isn’t anything I can do about it.
17124.) I'm afraid I will never fall in love again. I'm afraid I will never love someone as much as I loved my ex-boyfriend. I think he took all my love from me, he left me so I wonder, will he ever fall in love with someone else?