Perhaps my all time favorite TV couple. Why? They’re bluntly honest, because they would not be in a relationship in any other condition except with each other, their relationship is about as pure as it gets. Its awkward as all hell, yes, but it is honest in all forms.
The episode where Sheldon finally asks Amy to be his girlfriend, it’s probably the most precious thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t care if they are fictional characters, they’re fantastic.
I happen to be a very big fan of concept art, Disney, and Tangled especially. So seeing this was extremely eye opening and made me love the movie even more.
I don’t really believe in any specific religion, but I do believe in faith. I like the idea of just putting things out into the universe and hoping for the best. I’ve put a lot of faith in just letting things come and go because I’ve found the universe has a funny way of making the right things come together. 90% of the things I have in life I never asked for, they just wandered their way in somehow, and those are usually the things I like most. Anything I’ve ever tried to force usually falls to shit or ends up hurting rather than helping, so I’ve given up trying on a lot of fronts and just allowing myself to see where life takes me.
I think that’s what faith really is. Faith really transcends a single religion, though it is a central part. Many of us lose sight of what it means to truly have faith when we are constantly trying to control the outcome of our lives; trusting a greater being to have a plan, even if you don’t have one or know what the big plan is. You kind of end up wherever you need to be with experiences that help get you there whether they were positive or negative. Everything does seem to fall into place and eventually go right, even if it isn’t what you expected or originally set out to do.
And I think that’s what makes life so exciting, having blind faith, forgetting any intended hopes for the future, and allowing life to surprise you. That’s what makes life interesting. If we already knew how our story was supposed to end, then what is the point of living the story at all?
1. They help you decipher reality through intricately theorized empirical evidence you jointly gather from Facebook and Twitter. Oh, the person you like tweeted that they are tired today? Yeah they’re tired. Of missing you. Not to mention you talk about the same things re: your crush/ex/whatever and somehow it always seems like fresh, original conversation.
2. You (platonically) sleep in the same bed and even cuddle and don’t think anything of it.
3. You give each other all of the really extremely intimate details of your personal lives and nobody cringes or says they don’t want to know about that… you just nod and continue to analyze. And then ask the pressing questions no one else will.
4. They know all of your passwords and you can essentially combine your social media outlets to create power houses for creeping. Just another little perk of having someone who trusts you…
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How was your friday evening?
Went to ice cream with my parents hahaaa
That sounds exhilerating. So do you miss the oxbox yet?
Quite a bit actually
Well I am excited for you to get back as well, we are getting close to my monthly visit time
Awww do you miss me? And technically you skipped december, therefore you have some making up to do
I neither agree or disagree with that statement and you left before I could visit so whose fault is that?
That would be my father’s for booking my flight
Well maybe I’ll just come twice in January to get my fill of oxbox since he robbed me of my december visit
Increasing your oxbox appearance just for me? I feel so special!
As you should, that is a lot of effort for me. We will try this twice a month thing in January and see how that goes and maybe make that the new norm
Remember that “awkward filled with desire to suck face” comment from earlier? I think thats what this is… It was very late at night and I am going to assume that he was intoxicated in some way because 1. he never starts the conversation, especially at midnight, and he never speaks this “mushily” (yes, this is about as mushy as the doofus gets).
I really just want it to be January, is that too much to ask for?
This semester has been a doozy, and if you’ve been following any of my posts, you only know the half of it. Crazy roommate syndrome, demons, idiots, boys, all on top of a crazy course load. There are few things that could have made it any worse.
But this isn’t about those negatives, because I seriously need to stop focusing on that part. This is my 50th post and it is a time for celebrating. This post is about all of the things that helped me through, the things that kept me sane, the reason I didn’t drop out of school halfway through this semester and go home forever.
1. My Sane Roommate: through all of this, we have gotten so much closer, and quite frankly, she is the greatest friend I could have ever hoped to encounter in college. She keeps me grounded, she’s made me – at least seem – that much more intelligent because she’s just so damn smart. Best of all, she showed me what it is like to be stood up for on the fiercest of levels. She is a quiet person, but she showed how strong she was in so many ways this semester, and I am proud of her for that.
2. My Friends: that have stuck by my side despite the drama I seem to bring into their lives, and the fact that I have been a complete hermit all semester. In the last few days when I was so done I said screw it and decided to be social, it was as if no time had past at all, and everything was as it always had been. After everything with losing people in my life this semester, it was good to know there were people that still cared.
3. My 3.0 GPA: I don’t have a clue how I pulled this one off considering I thought I was going to have a 2.0 this semester. A few good final grades, some added participation, and some small miracle got me to keep my scholarship and decent GPA.
4. The necessities: a roof over my head, shoes on my feet, and the ability to somehow make my electric bill every month. Living on your own makes you think a lot more about appreciating all the things you have.
5. Skating: for passing my tests, my incredible coach, my escape and my stress reliever.
I hope that next semester is far better than this past one, and that all these positives stay positive. Wish me luck xoxo
So as you may or may not know based on previous posts, the past few months have been extremely hard for me, and they have simply just gotten worse over time. It’s fabulous really, to be living a life where things get constantly worse. If you don’t know what I mean, here’s a quick run down:
1. My best friend and roommate went absolutely nuts. She became crazy obsessed over her boyfriend that if you told her you wouldn’t let her see him (whether you be her overall disapproving parents, or friend who feasibly cannot drive you the 6 hours to see him), she actually went ballistic and into full on panic attacks. You would think she’d calm down as he started to show his crazy douche side, but no, she just followed with the crazy and began believing him in that demons overcame him and made him do all of the terrible things he was doing. Sorry, but no… that is not okay.
2. The first person I even remotely believed I might have feelings for for the first time in a long time ended up being as big of an ass as every other idiot I have had any kind of relations with. (He is now looking to get with crazy roommate from #1, quite frankly, I hope they do. They deserve each other.)
3. My grades fell through the shitter because I was dealing with said crazy roommate situation – she had a lovely way of timing her blow ups with my test schedule. Ever stay up until 3am calming someone from a panic attack only to have her scream at you and nearly punch you in the face and then have to take 2 exams in your hardest classes the next day? I did. Not fun. Usually results in an F.
4. I was enrolled in 20 credit hours, had to deal with all of this above nonsense, so I had quite a bit of work piled on. Because I have morals and believe school is highly important, I ended up isolating myself from the majority of my friends. Which sucked because I have no idea whats going on in anyones lives. Nor have I been able to get drunk enough to make the three prior issues go away for at least one night.
5. I worked three jobs. Why? I’m a poor college student who is not in a field of study that remotely relates to the field of work I would like to go into, so I have to find jobs that fill those gaps and pay the bills – because I have those now. Thats 10 office hours a week, plus another 10 on my other job and another 2 at the other (20 credits of classes + 10 at job 1+ 10 at job 2 + 2 more = little time to breathe).
6. Highly unsympathetic parents. My parents have never been the most lovey dovey caring type, but you would think they would loosen up a little with all this crap I had going on. Nope, not at all. In fact they got worse. I maybe spoke to my parents once or twice a week because they’d ask how things were going, I’d be truthful, and then they’d tell me how they didn’t want to hear it. So that was fantastic as well. When I came home, did it get any better? Not. At. All.
7. The idiot who ran into my car. I have been in an accident before, but it was my fault and a short break that caused a little crack in a fender. This was not the worst it could be, but enough to seriously ruin a few peoples cars and days. I have whiplash, which in addition to the issues I already have with my back, just sucks. Ironically I had signed up for a gym member ship for the time in which I’m home. Now I am on bed rest until my muscles stop freaking out. Fantabulous. I also got my first ever speeding ticket, which was totally fun and exciting, especially when you’re freaking out about your 7 trillion assignments and have mental breakdown #3 while he looks up your information. Again, fantabulous.
8. For the first time every my bank account was at a negative balance. There was one point where I had $-2 to my name and an electric bill to pay. Not the greatest feeling in the world. Being a big kid in the real world and having to buy food and pay bills is really not that great.
After my 4th mental breakdown of the semester, I took a stress test. It was some online thing that for whatever reason had passed on my screen multiple times. The line between okay and stressed was 200 points; my score was 400 and I was recommended to see a specialist as my condition could become detrimental to my health (a.k.a I should be on suicide watch).
So yeah, that is the shitty end of my year in a little nut shell. Hopefully 2014 has something a little better in store for me.
Wish me luck.
Read it, you won’t regret it. A brilliant voice, from a life lost too soon.