It's funny, what people see when they're looking at the same thing. Some see suicide, naked, dread, hate. Others... others see pogo, pastry, kiss, peep.. lots of 'P' words. :D
I guess it's all perspective, huh? It's all in what you're looking for.
So, I just helped my brother tie his tie for homecoming. This is his third year going and his first year wearing a tie. His girlfriend was worried about him not dressing up at all for homecoming, because he doesn't. Usually just a teeshirt and jeans. And well.. I can definitely understand why she wouldn't want him to do thaaat again. Actually, he looks good. Pretty classy and such. I'm proud of him.
That's all.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Day Ten: Letter to someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
Mia, gosh dang.
I don't talk to Jesus as much as I should.
DONE.
I don't talk to Jesus as much as I should.
DONE.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Day Nine: Letter to someone you wish you could meet.
Dear Abi,
Hey. Who the hell are you? I've been told you're cool...
But I feel like I need to meet your for myself. Maybe I'll get around to it one of these days.
Love,
Abi.
Hey. Who the hell are you? I've been told you're cool...
But I feel like I need to meet your for myself. Maybe I'll get around to it one of these days.
Love,
Abi.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Day Eight: Your favorite internet friend.
Hey, Mia.
I don't really know if you qualify as an internet friend... I mean, we've kind of met. But we never talk in public. At all. xD
I used to think you haaated me for dating Nick. But apparently, you were just being protective of your friend, which I think is cute and nice. Actually, I think you're really cute and nice. We're skyping right now, as I'm typing, and I just told you about that AWESOME anime. :D But yeah, I'm glad we're finally friends. I was always told that you and I could be awesome friends. And who knew... It was true. Boogley boo, orange goo.
Love,
Abi.
I don't really know if you qualify as an internet friend... I mean, we've kind of met. But we never talk in public. At all. xD
I used to think you haaated me for dating Nick. But apparently, you were just being protective of your friend, which I think is cute and nice. Actually, I think you're really cute and nice. We're skyping right now, as I'm typing, and I just told you about that AWESOME anime. :D But yeah, I'm glad we're finally friends. I was always told that you and I could be awesome friends. And who knew... It was true. Boogley boo, orange goo.
Love,
Abi.
This is not a letter.
Hey there.
I saw some tigers yesterday. They were really big and I fed one of 'em.
I've been really frustrated lately. Like... I came into this little endeavor thinking it was going to be a lot less permanent, but apparently, it's not.
Does that honestly mean that the next four years of my life are going to be like this?
Kill me now.
I just don't know what to say. All the things that bother me are kind of old news, and everyone who reads this blog doesn't want to hear it all again.
But goddamn. Something's gotta give.
Love,
Abi.
I saw some tigers yesterday. They were really big and I fed one of 'em.
I've been really frustrated lately. Like... I came into this little endeavor thinking it was going to be a lot less permanent, but apparently, it's not.
Does that honestly mean that the next four years of my life are going to be like this?
Kill me now.
I just don't know what to say. All the things that bother me are kind of old news, and everyone who reads this blog doesn't want to hear it all again.
But goddamn. Something's gotta give.
Love,
Abi.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Day Six: Letter to a Stranger.
Dear Stranger,
Hello there. *shakes hand* My name is Abi. I really would like to be your friend. I need some friends about now. Would you like to know what makes me tick?
I would too.
I know it's hard to be friends with someone you don't really know, but it's hard to be someone who you don't know, too. But, I know what I like. Maybe we have things in common?
I like socks. I like writing sometimes. I liked making videos. I like talking to people. I like necklaces that I can wear all the time. I like when my hair looks good without trying. I like that I can do a lot of crunches now and I like that my belly is looking really flat. I like how soft my skin is and I like rubbing my belly in public. I like hugging people who need it and I like burying my face is someone's shoulder. I like being friends with people who I thought hated me. I like reading. I like dresses and I like interesting teeshirts. I like dancing and I like running. I've never done a team sport and I hate football. I was recently torn from a place I loved and adjusting is really hard for me. I like scooters and bike rides with friends. I like people who do what they want because they can, I like songs with interesting lyrics. I like the color purple and late afternoon thunderstorms. I like talking for hours about nothing. I like me, I might like you. I like cell phones and lotion and shaving my legs. I like my cat and I like people's eyes. I like arguing and drama. I like being right. I like wearing tank tops and shorts, and I I like that I can pull them off now. I like writing in journals and I like classics. I have the tendency to spill my life to people I don't know, because I hate feeling like a broken record to my friends. I like contrast. I like snuggling, I don't care if people think I'm gay for liking to cuddle with girls. I just like being close to people. I like that people notice things about me. I like not being the stereotype, I like that I came back stronger than I was. I like that I can tell my friends that I love them and mean it. I like that I don't think things are awkward. I like that people can talk to me. I like taking care of people, I like holding people when they need me. I like giving and receiving compliments. I like to live, but I hate my life.
Believe it or not: Teenagers like a lot of things.
Hello there. *shakes hand* My name is Abi. I really would like to be your friend. I need some friends about now. Would you like to know what makes me tick?
I would too.
I know it's hard to be friends with someone you don't really know, but it's hard to be someone who you don't know, too. But, I know what I like. Maybe we have things in common?
I like socks. I like writing sometimes. I liked making videos. I like talking to people. I like necklaces that I can wear all the time. I like when my hair looks good without trying. I like that I can do a lot of crunches now and I like that my belly is looking really flat. I like how soft my skin is and I like rubbing my belly in public. I like hugging people who need it and I like burying my face is someone's shoulder. I like being friends with people who I thought hated me. I like reading. I like dresses and I like interesting teeshirts. I like dancing and I like running. I've never done a team sport and I hate football. I was recently torn from a place I loved and adjusting is really hard for me. I like scooters and bike rides with friends. I like people who do what they want because they can, I like songs with interesting lyrics. I like the color purple and late afternoon thunderstorms. I like talking for hours about nothing. I like me, I might like you. I like cell phones and lotion and shaving my legs. I like my cat and I like people's eyes. I like arguing and drama. I like being right. I like wearing tank tops and shorts, and I I like that I can pull them off now. I like writing in journals and I like classics. I have the tendency to spill my life to people I don't know, because I hate feeling like a broken record to my friends. I like contrast. I like snuggling, I don't care if people think I'm gay for liking to cuddle with girls. I just like being close to people. I like that people notice things about me. I like not being the stereotype, I like that I came back stronger than I was. I like that I can tell my friends that I love them and mean it. I like that I don't think things are awkward. I like that people can talk to me. I like taking care of people, I like holding people when they need me. I like giving and receiving compliments. I like to live, but I hate my life.
Believe it or not: Teenagers like a lot of things.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Day Five: Letter to my Dreams.
Dear... Dreams,
I wish I could remember you. I wish sometimes I could just lay back and close my eyes and be enveloped by you. I wish I had never known anyone but you because then, my only friend would be myself, but more bizarre. I know you could never really hurt me, not really.
I wish everyone else was like you. I miss you.
Sincerest love,
Abi.
I wish I could remember you. I wish sometimes I could just lay back and close my eyes and be enveloped by you. I wish I had never known anyone but you because then, my only friend would be myself, but more bizarre. I know you could never really hurt me, not really.
I wish everyone else was like you. I miss you.
Sincerest love,
Abi.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Day (sort of) Four: Letter to your sibling.
Dear Aubrey, Molly, and Rory,
I love you all. Sometimes I get mad at you or I get dramatic, and it kind of hurts when you blame me for acting that way. But it just makes me sad when you act like I'm not as good as any of you because I'm not quite old enough to be cool yet. But then there are times when you seen to accept that I'm young and I'm still learning how to be cool and how to be myself. And then I get glowy and warm and happy, and I feel included and nice.
I really like being included. Just like Rudolph. :D But seriously, you all have helped me so much in growing into the person I want to be. And for that, thanks. I hope to be the best parts of you and the best parts of me and the slightly below awesome parts of me, too.
And I know you'll love me for it.
Dear Joseph,
You're really cool and I look up to you a lot, but I wish you'd be nicer to me sometimes. Sometimes I just really want to talk to someone who isn't a teenage girl. Ya know... someone who cares. I love you, Joey, and I know you kind of love me too. ;D Yeah that's right... you've been found out. Love you big bro.
TO ALL:
Love,
Abi.
I love you all. Sometimes I get mad at you or I get dramatic, and it kind of hurts when you blame me for acting that way. But it just makes me sad when you act like I'm not as good as any of you because I'm not quite old enough to be cool yet. But then there are times when you seen to accept that I'm young and I'm still learning how to be cool and how to be myself. And then I get glowy and warm and happy, and I feel included and nice.
I really like being included. Just like Rudolph. :D But seriously, you all have helped me so much in growing into the person I want to be. And for that, thanks. I hope to be the best parts of you and the best parts of me and the slightly below awesome parts of me, too.
And I know you'll love me for it.
Dear Joseph,
You're really cool and I look up to you a lot, but I wish you'd be nicer to me sometimes. Sometimes I just really want to talk to someone who isn't a teenage girl. Ya know... someone who cares. I love you, Joey, and I know you kind of love me too. ;D Yeah that's right... you've been found out. Love you big bro.
TO ALL:
Love,
Abi.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Day Three: Letter To My Parents.
These should be separated.
Dear Dad,
Oh dad... I don't even know what to say. Um...
I guess this should be either a profession of my love for you and all you've done for me, or something along the lines of, "I hate you and I wish I'd never been born."
But I don't even really what to say. I do love you, but I hate it here. I hate it in this house, in this town, at this school. I hate that you're always trying to tell me that if I have the right attitude, things will get better and people will like me. That's a lie, and you know it. I hate how you blatantly refuse to help me at all with the house, under the excuse that you never asked me to clean. I know you aren't asking me. I KNOW. But you expect me to just sit around like you do, letting the house get steadily less clean and getting steadily more miserable.
And I hate how you won't let me leave.
Love, Abi
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Dear Mom,
I have nothing really to say to you. Thanks for leaving.
-Abi
Dear Dad,
Oh dad... I don't even know what to say. Um...
I guess this should be either a profession of my love for you and all you've done for me, or something along the lines of, "I hate you and I wish I'd never been born."
But I don't even really what to say. I do love you, but I hate it here. I hate it in this house, in this town, at this school. I hate that you're always trying to tell me that if I have the right attitude, things will get better and people will like me. That's a lie, and you know it. I hate how you blatantly refuse to help me at all with the house, under the excuse that you never asked me to clean. I know you aren't asking me. I KNOW. But you expect me to just sit around like you do, letting the house get steadily less clean and getting steadily more miserable.
And I hate how you won't let me leave.
Love, Abi
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Dear Mom,
I have nothing really to say to you. Thanks for leaving.
-Abi
Friday, September 3, 2010
Day Two: Letter to my.. ahem... crush.
Dear Nick,
I've got a crush on you.
Sweetie pie.
All the day and night time...
Hear me sigh.
I never had the least notion...
That I could fall
With so much emotion.
Yeah. That's pretty much all I need to say to you. I wish we could hang out more.
But I think that little ditty pretty much covers the emotions and such.
By the way.
You have a lovely smile.
With love,
Abi.
I've got a crush on you.
Sweetie pie.
All the day and night time...
Hear me sigh.
I never had the least notion...
That I could fall
With so much emotion.
Yeah. That's pretty much all I need to say to you. I wish we could hang out more.
But I think that little ditty pretty much covers the emotions and such.
By the way.
You have a lovely smile.
With love,
Abi.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Day One: Letter to my best friend.
Dearest Alex,
This is going to be an odd letter. I've written you a lot of letters, but I have yet to send them. Maybe that makes me a bad friend?
I wouldn't know. I'm not sure what I'm to do in this faux-letter... Usually I'd just tell you about things in mai life and ask about yours. But I figure I'm *supposed* to tell you how much you mean to me and mention a previously prepared and mildly amusing anecdote.
But.. you know how much you mean to me. I tell you every time I talk to you, and that's hella often. Because even though I knew you for a disgracefully short time, I--
Ya know what? This is ridiculous. The cliched-ness of finishing that sentence is making my head hurt. So I'll say this and keep it realz:
Alex, I love you. I got sick at school today and I forgot to tell you that I think. I can't wait to see you again.
Run from the bullies,
Abi.
This is going to be an odd letter. I've written you a lot of letters, but I have yet to send them. Maybe that makes me a bad friend?
I wouldn't know. I'm not sure what I'm to do in this faux-letter... Usually I'd just tell you about things in mai life and ask about yours. But I figure I'm *supposed* to tell you how much you mean to me and mention a previously prepared and mildly amusing anecdote.
But.. you know how much you mean to me. I tell you every time I talk to you, and that's hella often. Because even though I knew you for a disgracefully short time, I--
Ya know what? This is ridiculous. The cliched-ness of finishing that sentence is making my head hurt. So I'll say this and keep it realz:
Alex, I love you. I got sick at school today and I forgot to tell you that I think. I can't wait to see you again.
Run from the bullies,
Abi.
30 Day Challenge AKA: Mia makes me more motivated.
And believe me kids, Mia's crackin' down.
I can hear the whips now.
You’re supposed to write one letter a day to the person listed for that day.
Day 1- Your best friend
Day 2- Your crush
Day 3- Your parents
Day 4- Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5- Your dreams
Day 6- A stranger
Day 7- Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8- Your favorite internet friend (lol)
Day 9- Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10- Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11- A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12- The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13- Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14- Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15- The person you miss the most
Day 16- Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17- Someone from your childhood
Day 18- The person that you wish you could be
Day 19- Someone that pesters your mind-good or bad
Day 20- The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21- Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22- Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23- The last person you kissed
Day 24- The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25- The person you know that is going through the worst times
Day 26- The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27- The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28- Someone that changed your life
Day 29- The person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30- Your reflection in the mirror
I can hear the whips now.
You’re supposed to write one letter a day to the person listed for that day.
Day 1- Your best friend
Day 2- Your crush
Day 3- Your parents
Day 4- Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5- Your dreams
Day 6- A stranger
Day 7- Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8- Your favorite internet friend (lol)
Day 9- Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10- Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11- A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12- The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13- Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14- Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15- The person you miss the most
Day 16- Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17- Someone from your childhood
Day 18- The person that you wish you could be
Day 19- Someone that pesters your mind-good or bad
Day 20- The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21- Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22- Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23- The last person you kissed
Day 24- The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25- The person you know that is going through the worst times
Day 26- The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27- The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28- Someone that changed your life
Day 29- The person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30- Your reflection in the mirror
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