I understand that people are entitled to their own opinions, but keep them to yourself if you're just going to put something, that someone else DOES like, down. Honestly. Have a little more class than that. It's not like anyone's putting anything that I value down, but I'm seeing it more and more. Don't get me wrong, but if it's bugging me how someone is being treated, it's obviously bugging the person even more.
Saying you don't like something that someone else does doesn't make you any more superior - you're actually quite pessimistic. Saying someone is a bitch only makes you one - people who have to listen to you speak will agree. Saying someone is ugly doesn't make you any prettier - it's actually uber unattractive of you. Just putting that out there for all you Pariah Carey's.
If you think I'm a bitch, don't make it your facebook status as if I'm too stupid to realize it's about me. Then you have the dignity to tell me to say something to YOUR face, when I'm not talking to you? How about you mind your own business, and stop eavesdropping when I'm talking to someone else? Plus, if you don't like me, don't hang around me, because I sure as hell don't want you there. Oh, and one more thing: YOU'RE FAT.
I'm tired of this hiding-behind-technology bullshit. If you want to say something to me anonymously, put a paper bag over your head and call me a bitch. I promise I won't hit that hard.
Does it kill you when she cries? Does she notice the look in your eyes that you get when you're sad? Or make you laugh when you're mad? Because at night, when you lay next to her, I'd hope that you'll still remember the times that we had, and they'll make you glad. And does she secretly cry when you say goodbye? Because I did. And heaven forbid that she doesn't mean it when she says "I love you" because I still do.
1. Amy Foster is an alumni at my school. She writes basically all of Michael Buble's songs with him, seeing as they've been best friends FOREVER. So she comes to school, and since I made it into the intense audition for the jazz choir, I came to meet her. She calls up Michael Buble, who was currently dancing with Germans in Germany, ftmfw. Amy explains that she's with Branksome's jazz choir, helping us work on the song "Home", which she wrote. SO HE ASKS TO HEAR IT. Without warm-up, or any preparation, we all start singing. I love that man with a passion. Someone please find me a guy who can sing, and I will marry him.
2. DANCE AT MY SCHOOL LAST NIGHT. Getting ready to "Haven't Met You Yet" (because we just HAD TO listen to Michael), rocking out in the car to Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me", dancing to "Hey Baby" & "Thriller", and closing off the school dance with "One Time".
Definitely, without a question: the best day of my life, by far.
I don't care if you don't like me, or what I do, or how I act or talk. I'd request the same from you, but I know that it's a bit much to ask. I often see that people make a big fuss about not liking something or someone. If you state something, state it with a purpose. Each second of your life passes, and you can't get it back. Don't waste even one with a negative thought.
"Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss was one kick-ass profound storyteller.
Yesterday, I attended a university information night for the Ivy League schools, Harvard (my dream school since I was like, ten), Dartmouth, Princeton, Columbia, Brown, and Stanford + University of Pennsylvania. The Yale meeting was held on the 26th, which I attended as well. If I want to make it from IB league to Ivy League, I gotta kick it up a few notches.
It got me thinking. I was discussing this with a friend yesterday night, on the way back from the meeting. Most people don't choose the career that they'd like to. Most people take a realistic path, like medicine or law. If money were no object, I'd go into visual arts.
To whoever out there reads this, tell me. What would you do if money were no object? If a penny could put food on the table, and put your kids in school, what career would you choose? Comment in the c-box. (... That was my lame attempt of picking up the mood in this joint.)
It pains me to think about it. We grow up with people telling us to follow our dreams, but most of our dreams aren't achievable.
So I don't know what to do. There are so many options, and I don't know which career field to go into. Each university has so much to offer for each one. Which university to choose, which one? Hmm...