My ex-"friend" [Blade's girl] wants me to play "diary wars" with her at Elftown...beca
"we were friends until I haven't gone up to her house like she wanted, most of the time I had plans, but I guess she couldn't get that through her head, or I just didn't feel like going out" she wrote. "she won't let me regain something that was lost because somehow I caused her some stress in her life that I don't know about so I'm confused, what fucking stress did cause you?"
I just love how she switches between talking to other readers and talking to me...and how she is trying to blame it on me.
Also, when my friend [la vie lemon] (she's that here too, right? o_o) tried to explain it to her, [la vie lemon] got her head bitten off! WTF she was tring to be nice! And [Blade's girl] is the one to ask [la vie lemon] for help understanding! >_<
Oddness. It's, like, 75 degrees farenheit today, and some (assuming it's a girl here...it's a really girly scarf >_>) hefer stole it because I left it alone in the computer lab when I went to be courteos and take my phone call in the hallway.
Why do I keep hitting myself on the head with a hammer? ...Because it feels so good when I stop.
An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, "A fight is going on inside me...it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.
One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
The same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too."
They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
I have just one thing to add to my diary from ET...OMG I knew! I didn't want to go to ET today, but I kept myself on because of a general you won't go on tommorrow feeling. Then, ET's message base thingy crashes!
This is why I need some help with my powers. I need to identify which ones are real and which are paranoid thoughts, and how to control them.
They killed Wesley!! Again!!
(if you know what I'm talking about, and feel the feeling of same injustice, MESSAGE ME!!)
;_;
Some guy hit on me when I was on the bus...because, you know, college student = 18 years old. *rolls eyes* I got a full scholarship at MC, and the campus I wanted too ^_^ Today was the last day that we were allowed to pick up our materials, so I had a bag and a backpack full of books and mechanical pencils and paper and things...in the snow.
Still happy though!
'There is no good and evil, there is only power...and those too weak to seek it.'
-Quirrel