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12/4/10 06:23 pm - Uh oh.

I'm head over heels for this guy. I don't know what to do around him. I've never been this lost in my game. And no guy has ever driven me this crazy. I mean, so far, he's perfect. I haven't even had a lengthy conversation with him. I've never been this attracted to a guy before. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anything. These are unhealthy feelings.. but I cannot help myself. Like clockwork, every week, I can't wait to see him. Then afterward, he's all I can talk about. I can't get him out of my head once something prompts me to think of him. I'm definitely in trouble with this one.. I might start believing in love at first sight soon. Oh god.

3/12/10 11:00 am - RIP Kelsey

Kelsey Buzzanco,
You will be missed. I wish you knew how good of a friend you were to everyone before you left this Earth. It doesn't make much sense what happened, but rarely the most important things ever do. Hopefully now you will find peace. You brightened every room you walked in. Before, you helped us realize the good things in life, and now you are helping us face our inner demons. We could always learn from you. We will keep learning from you.
Hulalabah Kelsey Buzzanco,
Keep on sliming.
December 26, 1988-March 11, 2010 ♥

3/7/10 06:48 pm - so

I've been thinking about the whole idea of God. I was once told that, yes, a lot of bad things happen in my life and that my life would be different if I had God in it. And I thought that if I were to start believing in God and everything in my life were to get better, I'd blame the placebo effect, which in turn would show that I still
don't actually believe in God. It's really hard because I would love to just magically believe and my life be sunshine and butterflies from here on out. But it won't. My life might be better if I were born into better conditions. But I wasn't. The thing about me is that I'm not looking for a scapegoat, a post to lean on, or an easy way out. I've come this far on my own by never losing hope in my own abilities. And just because times are tough doesn't change that. It is hard seeing a lot of people coast on through life easily believing what they've been told and never questioning it because it's given them everything they've needed to live comfortably. I can lose everything I own, but I can never lose myself, no matter how hard life tries to push me down.

Until next time.

2/25/10 11:07 pm - there

are some times when I feel like everyone else does right and I'm the only one that does wrong. It bothers me when I walk away from a situation and feel like I didn't act the most appropriate. Where's my filter? I act wildly on impulse. It hurts because I know I can't take my words or actions back, no matter how much I resent myself. I can only move forward. But sometimes I feel like I move with the weight of my past hindering me. I don't understand why small things can bother me so. I guess a huge thing for me is that I can never be sure what someone is going to take from a situation. I have no control over what someone chooses to remember and what someone just happens to think nothing of. I hope to surround myself with people who understand I'm a work in progress, but I can never be sure.

Maybe that's why I'm so forgiving. But I just feel like I've made so many mistakes and there's no redo. You only live once, so why do I allow this time to be my ultimate lesson? I make mistakes to learn--and I do learn--but I feel as if learning sometimes is not enough. To be able to undo the hurt that's been done.. that would be a miracle.

And I feel like I'm too hard on myself. But if I'm lax, then people will resent me. How do people get over what they have done? How do murderers and rapists live with themselves? I might be too compassionate. I'm so naive to the world, and a bit jaded at that. I feel like I've learned so much since birth, but yet I'm on a road that will lead to so many more obstacles and there is still so much to be learned. I feel like I have no direction.

Maybe I use my mom as a scapegoat for my short-comings, but I really don't feel like I was given the opportunities most people were: the nuture and attention one needs in development. I hate that people view me poorly. I try so hard to be the best person I can be, and I feel like I'm no where near the cut. And most of the time, I don't care what other people think. But sometimes, it's the worst burden of all.

Until next time.

2/7/10 04:09 am - you know,

it's hard to be able to look at your life and feel like everything you did was foolish and only to get other people's attention. I have this horrible need for attention. My mom wasn't really there for me, but it's not like I even know my dad. My whole life, I feel like I've been so starved for attention. For acceptance. For some peace of mind. But I can't even control myself. I go from one destructive thing to the next in hopes of grabbing someone's sympathy. I start to get anxious and make myself the damsel of distress so that I know that someone out there will catch me if I ever do allow myself to finally fall. But I keep feeling like I'll end up being the one having to pick myself up. And that's hard. Life, though it's so simple, is yet so complicated and to go through such a miraculous and mysterious void on my own is hard. And definitely scary. Sometimes it's comforting to know that someone cares about your well-being. Someone who would put a lot on the line just to hear yor voice the next day. I've only really once ever felt that someone felt so strongly about me. As it turns out, that person was a bipolar drug addict. Beggers cannot be choosers in the end.
But it just doesn't make much sense to feel any worth of myself when no one sees it fit enough to keep me around. I have one daily friend. I have a few good friends. But I have no one I share a deeper connection with. I feel like I have no one to bare my soul to; the Internet being a cold, heartless shell to turn to. I know I should ask for help, but I don't even know how to phrase the question. I need help. Help with what? With feeling okay with mistakes I've made in the past? With feeling like I can live life without someone holding my hand? With acting normal? Or even just medicated help? If I don't even know, how can I ask someone for anything?
I need to clean up my life. Superbowl today.
Until next time.

12/21/09 08:57 am - no,

"King of Indiscretion," (which is a self-imposed label, and wrongly so), I don't feel like I'm acting like a kid whose parents won't buy me a toy. I do believe I'm acting a bit more rational than you perceive. See, you seem to think that I'm upset because you ruined a great intellectual conversation. Yes, that was originally my discontent, and your disrespect for such a conversation was irritating. But my cross that I bare now is a whole new animal and I feel like you honestly won't give me the time of day because you are scared that I might have a reasonable point. It's so easy to hide behind texts. Your first text to me was that I texted you while you were having sex... really? And I'm being the immature one? No one cares if you score, by the way. In fact, you telling me this information makes me think that this isn't a common occurrance which then makes me think that you don't even deserve the bone you got. And I don't really care what your little girlfriend has to say about any of this, because if she's finding an interest in you, I'm not sure if what she has to say could be anything more than a parrot of what you've already said.
But I digress. I was offended that you would seriously be a roadblock toward insight because you-if you are as smart as you claim-should be hoping that others find a conversation like such that was had and join in and the insight will spread and understanding will better ensue. Yes, that sounds a bit out there abd over the top, but the more people discuss things that matter, the closer we are to ridding the world of ignorance, and therefore unnecessary war. These were all points I had hoped to point out to you before you boiled some unnecessary blood.
In fact, I also want to point out that saying that Facebook is an inappropriate forum for an intellectual discussion to happen is either very ignorant of you or very telling. What it could tell me is that you are crippled socially by your immaturity that you can't once stop and consider that two people might take interest in a discussion and would rather that you not bug them with irrelevant and idiotic statements. Or it could tell me that you are actually scared of people having a smart talk because it plays on your insecurity of your own ability to hold such a kitsch. Either way, you should have just left it alone. If you aren't part of the solution, you are part of the problem. Interestingly enough, we were discussing the perversion of wits. You didn't make a good case for yourself regardless.
And to think that Facebook, MySpace, or any other online forum isn't the place is you showing me your content of the status quo.. which is a huge problem. No one is willing to have talks like the one that was had because people like you stifle freedom of thought. It's so convenient to allow the mundane to rule our social networking, something which I don't find very fair.
But once again I still haven't come to the real reason I'm upset now; the reason for this blog. Yes, all of the above still holds true, but you really hurt me when you went so far as to insinuate that me and my opinions are invalid just because you weren't a part of the discussion and because of the arena of choice. That's no where near fair. That's beyond rude. And then to tell me that I'm the only that cared about the conversation. I rarely have good conversations like that because the people in Houston are so used to blabbing about mindless shit. It was refreshing. And you pushed in that same mindless shit I was hoping to escape in that little window of insight. It made me feel like I could connect to someone on a higher level, but because you had the ability to involve yourself, it wasn't worth it and I wasted my time. Which is basically what you confirmed. Then to deny me of telling you how I felt.. Well, for me, that's the last straw. You don't respect the fact that you hurt my feelings, I can't respect you. You dismiss this like it shouldn't matter to me, but I feel I have a very plausible reason to be upset. I should never be invalid as a friend. Ever. I'm really glad I never held much of an attachment to you because I would have cursed myself later on. I'm not too surprised that a lot of people end up disliking you in the end. This is the way you treat them. You delude yourself into thinking that there is no way you could possibly be wrong. You don't want to accept blame. But to say that that conversation didn't matter to anyone when it was obvious that it mattered to me.. That's low. So goodbye and good luck.

Until next time.

12/1/09 03:06 pm - this

is going to be fairly personal. In fact, this may be the most personal thing ever write. But I doubt anyone reads this, so it doesn't really matter:

I grew up with a lot of neglect. My mom didn't really know what she was doing in parenting and most of my life she was a single mother. She was angry at a lot of things, and I became angry at a lot of things, namely her. For a long time in my life, I felt it was me against my mom. I wish I never felt that way, but things happen as they will.
I also grew up with little friends. Since my mom was always working (one, two, sometimes three jobs), I was always at a caretaker's, which makes it pretty hard to invite friends over. Plus my mom didn't know any other parents. And I was different than the other kids. I loved school and the social interaction since I was lonely most of the time outside. When I wasn't at school, I read. A lot. I dwelved into the lives of other, more interesting people. It kind of made up for not having friends at times, but maybe I've always felt empty.

I never really fit in with anyone, as much as I've tried. I'm just different in someway and very few people are "my people." In junior high, I went through my 'non-comformist' stage. Looking back on it, it's embarrassing, but it's a part of me. I felt accepted, but it was a trying effort. I was depressed and I was still very empty. And as much as I regretted it, I cut myself. The scars themselves are embarrassing, but they are a reminder of what I don't want my life to be anymore.

Unfortunately, not much has changed. I'm not self destructive, but all the time I feel like if anyone sees the scars that they would label me psychotic. I've made a lot of mistakes. A lot of stupid mistakes in attempts to understand myself and who I am. But I'm still confused. Life has always been confusing to me. People are confusing to me. But most of all, I confuse myself. I'm not sure what I believe in, I'm not sure what I like, and I'm not sure who I am in this world. I don't know what my goals are, I feel sometimes I force myself toward a certain goal just because I said it aloud and that now if I don't complete it, I'm a failure. One thing I never wanted from myself was to end up unhappy in a job that is going nowhere. I always wanted to make something of myself. When I was little, I wanted to be famous because that meant that everyone would love me. I know the other side of that story now, but it makes me wonder a lot of the time what makes someone well-liked. I've tried a lot of things. I've tried being funny and I've tried being nice. I've tried being mean. But I always end up feeling very alone. I feel like I've missed out on a lot trying to make friends. I always just wanted a normal life. And the thing is, I never really try anything but to be myself now, but how can you do that when you don't even know who you are?

Maybe we aren't suppose to understand. And maybe I'm not the only one who is confused. But I really just don't want to be lonely anymore.

Until next time.

11/25/09 12:24 pm - how

is it that all I hear you do is complain about people bailing on you or never having anyone to hang out with and here I come to Austin, tell you that for sure I'll hang out with you, and you are just as disappointing as your friends?
Austin is a disappointment to be honest. Everyone and everything about this city has seemed to change somehow. I'd be on board with it, but it feels like I was left behind. This may turn out to be a very disappointing break. I might leave early to go to the rice game. That means during the day Saturday, a whole day earlier than I anticipated. It's almost breaking my heart.
And by the way, Firefox as a browser sucks. Anytime I've gotten a new notification anywhere else, the area I'm typing in becomes obsolete. What is that? Roar.
Hopefully things will get better. I got myself a flask, so they must..
Until next time.

11/20/09 03:50 pm - seriously?

I'm so sick of this. Stop calling me looking for your fucking vices, you're going to end up a drugged out, addicted crack whore. I don't want to be a part of this anymore. I'm not enabling stupidity. This behavior of yours NEEDS to stop. For your safety and my temperment. I'm so annoyed with you right now. I don't want to find you tabs, I'm not even going to look, I'm trying to move on with my life. I'm calming down while you're winding up and I see a bomb waiting to explode. This is not a healthy habit. You think you're smart enough to outsmart this, but it's nature, not a test of intelligence. Let me tell you, anytime I look at certain problems now, I wish I hadn't even started. They aren't as easily comprehensible as they used to be. Learning requires much more effort than it used to. Don't call me to yell at me about how you think I'm the dumb one. I at least understand the concept of limits. And I understand that there are responsibilities in this world and that sometimes feeling normal is fun. Yes, I have those times where I just want to let loose and have fun, but I'm not going to make it a lifestyle. I want success to be my lifestyle. I want to be respected for who I am and what I accomplish. I don't want to end up on the streets. I'm ready to drop you as a friend because I don't see any use in trying to help you. You've become what you've always wanted to be, but have you prepared yourself for the consequences? Do you foresee a future of doing this? For one, stop dropping every weekend. You're going to be fried before the semester even ends. Start listening to people who 1) know and 2) care about you. Stop listening to guys that use you for sex. You are so confused and you don't seem to care. Stop allowing everyone to know you're lifestyle, you never know who's listening. Don't tell people about my personal life. I would try to help you, but I know you won't listen. You aren't worth my time anymore. You aren't worth the effort. I wish I could say that you'll learn on your own, but you're falling down a black hole already. I really wish there could be a way that I could communicate all this to you, but I doubt you'll read it. I doubt you'll hear me out, that you'll just demonize me and all my words. I would care about you, but you don't seem to care about yourself. What happened to the day that you said you were going to stop?

It's a sad day when you realize that someone you've been fratenizing with is in an area that they can't get out. You want to help them, but you know that anything you say and everything you do will be used against you, regardless of your intentions. You can't make them see what's pretty obvious to you. The only thing you can do is cut back the connections and maybe cut back from them. There is no way I'm going to find her anything. There is no way I'm going to be around her if she drops again. And maybe I'm wrong. Hopefully I am. But regardless, I'm staying out of a stupid situation. Cedric was smart enough to stop. Maybe she'll have a bad trip or a bad cut or something and it'll scare her out of it. I think she likes the glamour of it all too much..

Until next time.

11/9/09 12:56 am - abovetheinfluence.com


Wow. Right now I'm attempting to do my report on the factors that contribute to drug usage and went to use 'Abovetheinfluence.com' to use as a source and... wow. I'm very disappointed. It's like a ten year old compiled it together. It's all over-generalizations and propaganda. I guess not much has changed since the seventies. I honestly believe that something smart would exist on this website. There are many good arguments that could be made against drug trends. Tons. But our government is wasting money on this bullshit. I don't believe I've ever been this let down by the opposing side; this should be a win for me and drug users alike. But this site is just sad. It makes me worried for our youth is this is the bullshit they put into their heads. If anyone buys this crap, we're all doomed.

And as for the over-generalizations: seriously? They take one fact and exploit the hell out of it. They make pot smokers seem overly paranoid and completely unattentive at the same time. That's not even logical! And they use the most moronic character. It's an oversimplification of the side effect marijuana may cause. Propaganda pisses me off so much. Advertising is one thing, but propaganda is immoral. It's twisting facts and presenting them into something that is completely false. Advertising is glorifying truths. Please don't EVER confuse the two because if I EVER end up stuck, using propaganda, that's when I've lost myself.

I can't even concentrate on my paper because of this website. That's how atrocious it is. Complete, utter disappointment.

Until next time.

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