People spend too much time finding other people to blame, too much energy finding excuses for not being what they are capable of being, and not enough energy putting themselves on the line, growing out of the past, and getting on with their lives.
– J. Michael StraczynskiI’m sad that this is my only thought for the day.
I don’t know if I just coincidentally get the chicken sandwich from the cafeteria on days when my stomach is already feeling iffy or if my stomach is trying to say ”please stop putting that thing in here,” but the past couple times that I’ve eaten that grilled chicken sandwich on a croissant with motzerella cheese and tomatoes and lettuce with ranch dressing and a side of cheezum pringles, I get sick.
…but it’s so damn good that I’ll probably get it again some time soon.
I’m a psych major. I’m allowed to make these interpretations.
I had a dream last night that all of my most expensive belongings were in a locker in a long hallway. I went into the locker, and everything was gone. I hadn’t closed the lock all the way the last time I was in it, so someone had stolen my money, my camera, my ipod…everything. In that same dream, I got back together with my ex-boyfriend.
My interpretation of my dream:
1. My most prized possessions should not be my ipod, camera, and money.
2. Locking things up inside me doesn’t mean they are totaly secure.
3. Nothing good could ever come from getting back together with my ex-boyfriend.
4. I subconsciously feel like my ex-boyfriend “stole” the best parts of me when he broke my heart because I wasn’t smart enough to lock those things up inside of me.
52hearts: pretty-bird: lousonyak:
Ok random little fact for you guys. These are mashed potatoes.
Anytime you see an ice cream ad on tv (scooped or being scooped all slow and creamy style) it is 90% of the time colored mashed potatoes because they look like ice cream but won’t melt like it under the off camera lighting.
Hmm, interesting.
Thank You.
See…this is one of many reasons why I wanted to be friends with you. No..wait, not “friends.” This misunderstanding is part of the problem. I never wanted to be friends with you as in us talking to each other everyday, sharing our deep secrets, spending time together, etc. I wanted to be friends with you as in…we see each other in a public place and can smile and say hello, we don’t feel the need to say mean things about each other, we can say “congrats” to each other when one accomplishes something great, or we can offer support for one another when a tragedy strikes…and we could be able to do all of these things because we have mutual respect for one another as human beings. Civility and respect. That’s all I ever wanted. And I didn’t think that was too much to ask for.
So anyway, here we are…tragedy strikes…someone important to you passes away. And my immediate reaction is to cry for the sadness that I know you’re feeling and to call you to make sure you’re okay. But I can’t. Why? Because not only have you refused for the past 8 months to acknowledge my existence in this world, but if I were to try to contact you for any reason (even for this reason), you would claim that I was trying to get back together with you, that I am a bitch for trying to contact you because I should know you’re mad at me (only God knows why), or that the situation is none of my business.
So here are my choices I guess…I can try to do something nice for you to make you feel better and be called a bitch by you, or I could not say or do anything at all and be called a bitch by everyone else for being a neglectful “friend” (I use this term very loosely, of course). But you won’t let me be nice to you anyway. And that’s okay, because I realize that’s not my role in your life anymore. But I care about all people. Because people need to be cared for. But you make me feel bad about caring for you. So we’ll play by your rules I guess. We’ll pretend that the other person and the time spent with them had no affect on us at all. We’ll pretend that the other person played no significant role in our becoming the people we are today. We’ll pretend.
But the truth is that I do care. In all sorts of ways I care about you. None of those ways are in the threatening “I love you” sorts of ways that you’re thinking of. But I care for you and your wellbeing as a person. I’ll play by the rules, and you’ll never hear from me. But every day I will care about you, just like I care about every other human being. And now I come out the other end of the tunnel with a better understanding of what it means to care about someone. It isn’t really about liking them or the choices they make or the things they do. It’s about having an honest desire for them to experience happiness, joy, and peace in their lives.
And it makes me happy to now realize that you, in fact, did not take away my ability to care for people…even for you.
I will not go out with a man who hasn’t asked me out first. I will not go out with a man who keeps me waiting by the phone. I will not date a man who isn’t sure he wants to date me. I will not date a man who makes me feel sexually undesirable. I will not date a man who drinks or does drugs to an extent that makes me uncomfortable. I will not be with a man who’s afraid to talk about our future. I will not, under any circumstances, spend my precious time with a man who has already rejected me. I will not date a man who is married. I will not be with a man who is not clearly a good, kind, loving person.
– Standard Suggestions/My Super-Helpful Standards That I Will Never Ever Forget Or Forsake No Matter How Hot I Think He Is; from “He’s Just Not That Into You” (AKA my Dating 101 handbook) by Greg Behrendt and Liz TuccilloMy Love Life: DOA
So if he likes me, that means he’s either:
1. crazy (literally)
2. old
3. a legit stalker
4. a creeper
5. a criminal
…or my new favorite:
6. someone who has been engaged twice in the past two years and is looking for fiance #3.
My love for Gaga has rubbed off on my dog. I imagine in this picture, he’s saying…
“Don’t call me Gaga…”
About me
My name is Jenna.One day I will be a teacher.
I love the color green and peacocks.
And I love you.
Bare with me as I try this tumblr thing out.
