Ah, baseball, the all-american sport. It goes down in history right next to apple pies and the good life.
I grew up as a Mets fan, in all honesty. I can’t help but also root for the underdog in hopes one day they rise to the top and I can say I stuck with ‘em through thick and thin. AND they’re doing pretty awesomely this round of baseball. I gotta say I’m a proud mama.
(Although those Yankee fans do bite your heads off if you mention which side you’re on.)
So, gang, what’s your team of choice?
Honestly, I’m in class and I want to punch things ‘cause it’s literally 5 hours long. We’re about to watch ‘Easy Rider’ and all I wanna do is lay on a hammock with lemonade.
So, I’m frustrated but because the weather is so nice, I’m simultaneously feeling carefree….
My personal choice would be: “Do It” by the Spice Girls
It’s motivational, nostalgic, happy and it’s also the only CD that’ll play in my car right now…XD
I have a thing for fat animals…I think they are the cutest beings on the planet and all I want to do is squish them until they burst.
My personal favorite is Figgies, my very own fat black cat:
But I know a lot of people who have a thing for only black animals, only hairless animals, only fluffy animals, only reptiles, etc…
So, what kind of animal do you love?
Personal preference: I love an iced caramel macchiatto or a passion tea lemonade from Starbucks.
That shit is refreshing and puts me in an amazing mood all day! The warmer the weather, the more iced drinks I want. If only I was 21 and could sip on a non-virgin daiquiri in the sun.
GOD DAMN THE DRINKING AGE. Side rant: It’s totally dumb. If anything, they should lower the drinking age for the sole fact that drunken accidents have INCREASED since it became legal at 21. Kids love to be rebellious and drinking illegally is the best way…I would know.
I think you ALLLL know.
If you’re human, you most likely have a weakness. Weaknesses can make people feel lowly and vulnerable, even though they’re just a part of who you are and don’t mean that your strengths can outweigh them. I have one…my biggest weakness is fear.
Fear of growing up.
Fear of losing Dimitri.
Fear of becoming jobless.
Fear of being infertile.
Fear of dying relatives.
Fear of failure.
I think fear is a pretty common weakness…but I know lots of people who have others. Weakness of the heart in love, weakness in emotions, weakness in confidence, etc… I was just kind of curious to know everyone else’s weaknesses. I think sharing it can make you more self-aware and find the strength inside yourself to try and over come it.
I have apologized countless times for things I’ve done or said that have hurt people or caused distress in others. Sometimes, I wouldn’t say it even though I knew I should have.
Forgiveness is fickle thing. To be forgiven is more than just saying it, one must feel it inside them.
I am asking this because someone told me I was really ignorant with my last post. I apologized, personally for coming off in that way, but I post these questions with the true intent of finding out what other people think. I like to hear other’s opinions because maybe they share mine and maybe they don’t buy I’d like to see the other answers that there are.
The slutty question is of course judgmental, but who doesn’t feel judged everyday? And who doesn’t judge others? It’s a normal human habit. If I come off ignorant, or a bitch or a lowlife, I apologize.
But am I really sorry? I don’t know.
I know who I am: you don’t.
Do I care how others perceive me? Honestly, sometimes I do. Just like this person who told me I was out of line for posting that.
Which is why I felt sorry. I felt it inside me. I wasn’t sorry for posting it or for talking about my thoughts: I was sorry for evoking such a strong reaction towards me. It’s strange what one person’s words can do to another.
Like saying “I’m sorry” or “I forgive you.”
So, what is the true meaning of being sorry?
This week at my college in NY, it’s been 65 degrees and sunny which means everyone’s bringing out the spring clothes and the sunglasses again (and also allergy medicine in my case). But women have already slid their legs into the tiniest short shorts I’ve ever seen and a crop top with a low v-neck as if they’re in Cancoon. Now, maybe in an ignorant manner, I can say it’s because they really ARE that hot and need to wear an outfit that shows off as much skin as they possible can. I’m sorry, but if that’s the case, go to the doctor because no one should be that hot in 65 degree weather.
So what’s the REAL deal here? Are women inclined to show off their skin and assets to attract the opposite sex? Or are they working on their tan? Those are questions for another time…
A slutty outfit…Hm. Urban dictionary defines slutty as
So, here’s the reason why I ask you this question today:
I woke up this morning at 12:10PM, groggy as fuck, dirty and lazy. I needed to do laundry, but I knew I didn’t have time because I needed to shower, eat, meet with a group at 4, and then go to class at 5:30. This left me barely anytime to do shit. AND I didn’t even feel rested despite getting 10 or more hours of slumber. Actually, I feel tired and cranky right now and I don’t understand it.
And it’s funny because on days where I get little sleep, I feel better than I do when I get a lot of sleep. Is it just me? Like…what in the actual fuck.
WHERE CAN I FIND A HAPPY MEDIUM IN SLEEP!?!?
Ah, the ultimate question.
A feeling that not one being has yet to describe correctly. However, it is the one emotion that we, as human beings, long to have, feel, earn, share and express. It is what draws out the good things and the bad, bringing down the mightiest warriors and giving to, even the weakest, great strength. People have written songs, verses, movies, books, sonnets and text books trying to explain this and yet I don’t think a single person has come close to answering it.
Before I give it a go, here are a few examples of the different interpretations of what love is:
Wikipedia says, “Love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.[1] Love is also a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection; and “the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another”.[2]Love may also be described as actions towards others or oneself based on compassion, or as actions towards others based on affection.”
Urban Dictionary says, “love- nature’s way of tricking people into reproducing”
Aristotle says, “Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
Dr. Seuss says, “When you are in love, you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
Robert Frost says, “Love: the irresistable desire to be irresistably desired.”
William Shakespeare says, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
Don Foster and Susan Beavers say, “Love isn’t blind, it’s retarded.”
Bo Burnham says, “Love is taking that dive—then getting really comfortable and peeing in the pool.”
So…what do I think love is?
I think love is work. It’s not a carefree fairytale (even though I talk like it is most of the time) or a happy-go-lucky relationship: it’s fucking hard. It takes time to develop, effort to keep going, and lots and lots of mistakes. With love comes learning: especially how to be selfless. When you fall for someone, you no longer have to think of yourself, you have to think about what you say and do in regards to a whole other person’s feelings. Sometimes, you say the wrong thing like, “Uhm, I don’t really care right now.” or pick hanging out with friends instead of dinner with his family, but you will soon learn that you have to make sacrifices.
Also, every emotion is heightened. When you’re happy, you’re on fucking cloud nine; When you’re depressed, you drown yourself in a teary coma; When you’re angry, you give the silent treatment for hours and rant about how stupid they are and then how you regret everything that was said. Your sensitivity to words being said to you by a significant other or the one you love is off the charts. So, with love, you must be careful.
I’m not saying it’s NOT wonderful, because on the other hand (the hopeless romantic side of me) preaches to the world that love is absolute magic. I am currently in the best relationship I’ve ever been in and it has been a roller coaster of emotion and trials and, like I said, WORK.
So be prepared, people.
What do YOU think love is?
