[BGmusic: Stormy Weather by Louis Armstrong]
Quote for the day:
“I’ve made a horrible mistake.”
- Gob, Arrested Development
Last week, I made the unpleasant discovery that the person I had deemed worthy of my bad poetry and daydreaming was, in fact… not.
See people, I have a disease.
I have pedestalectasis. When I find someone… interesting, I have the tendency to fling them up on a pedestal and idolize idealize all their good qualities while pretending that the bad qualities aren’t really all that bad… these flaws only make them three-dimensional. Then I find someone from film or literature to associate them to, so everything I don’t know or understand about this person is filled in and explained by their fictional counterpart’s traits and background stories. So you can imagine what a mess I end up with when everything falls into shambles.
Eventually, [sometimes thankfully] I get a wakeup call.
Usually, it comes in the form of another girl on his arm [nuuuuuu!]. But in this case, it was… an unresolvable, intolerable clash of opinions. Taste is relative. I get that. Good and bad taste is not, but it’s tolerable. Then there’s right and wrong taste, which is on a whole different level altogether.
Illustration:
Bad taste is tolerable: “So… you like Gokey… *insert abrupt topic change here*”
Wrong taste is wrong: “You’re a Nazi? Have a nice life.”
(more…)
A lamp; being a moth only gets you burned.
[Sometimes it's okay to sit and wait.]
A shield; knights in shining armor are hard to come by these days.
[And I'm no damsel in distress.]
Band-aids. Lots of band-aids.
[In all colors, patterns, and sizes. Preferably sparkly.
Having a hurting heart doesn't mean I have to stop smiling.]
And a prayer.
For you to be safe.
For you to be a blessing to those around you.
For you to guard your heart, hopefully better than I guard mine. [*ehem* Stay away from evil, evil girls. NEWSFLASH: I'M THE ONE THAT YOU WANT!]
For growth.
For wisdom.
For passion.
For love.
And for us to find each other one day, in God’s perfect time.
This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
[BGmusic: Roxanne by The Police]
Quote for the day:
Earl: *straight face* “Umiinom na nga ako ng rootbeer.”
Everyone: *hands in the air* “WOAAAAAAAH!”
- Erik’s younger brother (age 6?)
telling us of his experience with alcohol
Yesterday I emptied out the bag I most recently used for school.
I fished out things I hadn’t seen since my last day [March 31]:
- my planner
- a highlighter [pink Faber Castell - I've been using the same highlighter since sophomore year]
- photocopies of four chapters for Econ161 [Industrial Organization]
- two notebooks
- a used [marked, and recorded] blue book
- a gluestick [never used]
- two mints
- my 7 peso backup ballpen
Gutting my school bag was like finally acknowledging the end of an era.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially educated, and come graduation day on the 26th, officially unemployed.
And I’m not going to beat around the bush, it’s scary as hell.
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[BGmusic: Sky by Joshua Radin and Ingrid Michaelson]
Quote for the day:
“In an mmmbop they’re not there.
Until you lose your hair. But you don’t care.”
- Hanson, Mmmbop
Last weekend I got a little taste of life on the other side of the generation gap.
I was in Laguna for this retreat my parents were holding for some military families, and was one of the oldest “kids” there [the oldest being my sister]. Because my mother kept insisting that I should make an effort to be sociable, I made myself look busy by sitting with my sister, who was socializing with some [obviously younger] girls.
Check out the dialogue:
Girl1: “OMG, you’re turning fourteen this year.”
Girl2: “Yeah, so are you.”
Girl1: “But you’ll be first. You’re sooo old.”
Me: *blank face*
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