Death

My macroeconomics class is equivalent to death. I swear every part of me tells me to drop it, but I just can't. The idea of losing 3 units isn't worth dropping the class. Perhaps I should get a tutor? But where will I find such a dork who loves numbers, charts, and supply and demand?

You Are the Living Word

Bread of life
Sent down from glory
Many things you were on Earth
A holy king, a carpenter
You are the living word.

Bread of heaven,
Sent down from glory
Many things you were on Earth
A holy king, a carpenter
You are the living word

Awesome ruler, gentle redeemer
God with us
God with us, the living truth
& what a friend we have in you
You are the living word

Jesus, jesus
That's what we call you
Manger born, but on a tree
You died to save humanity
You are the living word

Ohh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Ohhh oh oooh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh ooooh oh
You are the living word

Mhm..

Bad things/situations are only temporary.

Long Time No Write..

Here we are again..

I've slacked on my blogging. It seems like every time I begin having too much fun, it's like I don't want to blog.. Or let me rephrase, I do want to, I just have to find the time to do so. I suppose I can give you all an update:

School is kicking my ass to the fullest. The two classes that are challenging me are Economics and History. Economics because it's just not interesting to me no matter who the fuck teaches it. & History, it is death. Who cares about world civilization? It's happened, now let it rot in the ground. Fuck.

So, in the midst of my busy week, or however long it's been since I've blogged, a lot of people have sent me request topics, whether it was via text, email, Facebook, or a verbal conversation, I remember all of them, or at least most.

To the person that asked me to blog about "guilt"- that's so broad. I could write pages and pages about guilt. Narrow down your request, and I'll do it happily.

To the chick that wanted me to blog about "why guys are in and out of her life so fast" - it's easy. Stop expecting them to be there for extended periods of time. Why do you set yourself up for failure? Nothing lasts forever. The sooner you realize that no guy at this time in your life will be here forever, then the sooner you will stop devoting your all into a relationship that is highly unlikely to be a success. Dudes at our age don't want to be tied down, stop trying to force them to be.

The other people had relatively the same question/concern as the one above, or ones that have already been mentioned in previous blogs. Read through them, and if your question or topic still was not touched on, then hit me up, and I'll try my best.

Enough of that.. Lol.

The reason people always see me as the person who doesn't give a fuck, and I have great advice is because I don't give a fuck. I take things for what they are and deal with them. If someone doesn't like you, who cares, it's one more person, of which you are always on their mind. If someone doesn't want to be with you, who cares, you can't force someone into a relationship that they don't want to be in. I generally don't find myself in these types of situations because I'm proactive for the most part. Not to say that they don't occur, because there are some situations, however, I deal with them and get the fuck over it . Stop being stuck on stupid. Lol. Remember the face value concept? It's time to put that form of thinking back into effect.

Now that I've written a 23 page blog...

Good night, an extremely long day awaits.

Oh, P.S. Things are going well for me right now. I like the way things are in all aspects, so hopefully they remain this way. When the end of this semester hits though, I'll be so fucking happy.

My First Day of Fall 2009!

Gesh, if today wasn't exhausting, I don't know what is. I got no fucking sleep last night. Although I planned to go to sleep early, I got tricked into taking a late night drive to buttfuck egypt, which turned out to be off the highly trafficked 101. Anyway, with my lack of sleep, I get to school in the morning just in time for my first class. Sociology with a teacher that wishes to talk way more than she should, and she has an accent... -_- . Then, English. This guy happens to be the head of the English department, so obviously he follows all guidelines, and goes strictly by the curriculum. Bye bye free pass, and hello to actually being challenged to maintain my nearly perfect GPA. Next, I see some people from the track team, and they convince me to go down to the field with them, and who do I see... my fucking coach that swears he will make me run there in the Spring semester. What doesn't he get about me not attending Glendale at all in the Spring? Lmao. I don't even want to begin to gripe about the long ass line at the bookstore. So, I'll skip onto history class. Wow, wow, fucking wow. This weirdo makes us play musical chairs and meet and greets and shit. I'm not there to make friends. Get on with the lecture, and let's get this show on the road. Last, but certainly not least, I have economics with another teacher that there seems to be this language barrier with. My gosh, why on earth do they continue to hire instructors that cannot clearly enunicate what it is that they want to say? On second thought, why the fuck would they even desire to teach a room full of people who look at them like they are foreigners?

& now... I just finished pages of homework. What ever happened to getting a break the first week of school? Eh, and I did my history homework for the next week, and my dumbass was wondering why it felt like I had so much to do. Ha. Oh well, at least I'm done with it, right?

I'm about to lay it out for the remainder of the night. No more school until Thursday, but work tomorrow. Bummer.

Good evening (: