Vegan

I am officially VEGAN!

I read this book : Skinny Bitch at another attempt to, duh, get skinny. But what I found was even freakin' better. New beliefs. This diet we've created is so inhumane. Animal cruelty is so disturbing I wanted to literally throw up while I was reading it. Its so nasty to learn what you are actually eating. Being Vegan is not even that hard. Hello veggie burger! So save yourself, and 100 animals a year by going vegan! Do it for animals, your health, and the environment! Go here for more information on switching to a Vegan like moi!
www.GoVeg.com

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3 things to get over your ex

I should write a damn book, 'cause people love this stuff. I know how to "get over an ex." Its really quite simple. As my brother says, I may not be good at relationships, but I'm hella good at breaking up and moving on. Which, gives me credit for this.
1. Do not speak to your ex. How do you expect to get over someone you are still calling, texting, having long conversations, emailing, etc.? YOU CAN'T! I'm not talking about straight-up ignoring that person. A polite smile and short talk with an excuse to leave is fine.
2. Don't see that person. This should be obvious. Don't go on dates with your ex. Even if you say it is "as friends," don't do it, because if you are hurt over a break up then it will hurt even more to pretend you aren't broken up. Some people can't avoid seeing their ex in school, work, etc., but if you can, then DO IT! This also includes looking at them on social networking websites.
3. Date someone else. Sometimes people mistake what I am saying for replacing their ex, or hiding their feelings in another. This isn't what I am saying at all. I'm saying, get your mind off your ex. remind yourself there are other people out there. Date! Have fun! Don't try to fall in love right away or get stuck in another relationship, just shake yourself up and stop being jaded!

Let it go.

There are people who can walk away from you. When people can walk away from you: let them walk. Don't try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone. When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

The bible said that," they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us." 1 John 2:19

People leave you because they are not joined to you.
And if they are not joined to you, you cna't make them stay.

Let them go.

And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person. It just means that their part of the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over. I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.

Let them Go.

If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to LET IT GO.
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains LET IT GO
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth LET IT GO.
If someone has angered you LET IT GO.
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge LET IT GO.
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction LET IT GO.
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents LET IT GO.
If you have a bad attitude LET IT GO
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better LET IT GO.
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him LET IT GO.
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship LET IT GO.
If you keep trying to help someone who won't help themselves LET IT GO.
If you're feeling depressed or stressed LET IT GO.
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off it" then you need to LET IT GO.

Let the past be the past. Forget the former things.
LET IT GO.

Dan

I'm too young to be so serious.
Life is too short to be so jaded.
So I'll lend you a smile and
you can break away your tears
Well rock this life were given here.

La vie Boheme

To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing, the need to express to communicate, to going against the grain, going insane, going mad. To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension, not to mention of course, hating dear old mom and dad. To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits, to fruits, to no absolutes, to Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice, to any passing fad. To being an us for once, instead of a them. La vie Boheme. To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese, to leather, to dildos, to curry Vindaloo, to Huevos Rancheros, and Maya Angelou. Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion, creation, vacation, mucho maturbation. Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new. To Sontag. To Sondheim. To anything taboo. Ginseng, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage. Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes, to the stage! To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda too. Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow, to blow off Auntie Em. Bisexuals, Trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman, German wine, turpentine, gertrude stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana. To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy, Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC. To no shame, never playing the fame game. To marijuana. To sodomy, its between God and me. To S & M. No Way To Make A Living,massochisms,Pain, Perfection,Muscle Spasm, Chiropractors, Short-Careers, Eating Disorders. Film. Adventure, Tedium, No Family, Boring Locations,Dark Rooms, Perfect Faces, Egos,Money, Hollywood And Sleaze. Music. Food Of Love, Emotion, Mathematics,Isolation,Rhythm, power, feeling, Harmony,And Heavy Competition. Anarchy. Revolution, Justice, Screaming For Solutions,Forcing Changes, Risk, And Danger. Making Noise And Making Pleas. To Faggots, Lezzies, Dykes, CrossDressers Too. To me, to you. Let he among us without sin be the first to condemn. La vie Boheme.

Stress Much?

Okay this is pointless, but no one reads this anyways, so I'm just going to get my stres out of my system. Number One Stress on my mind is the fact that I missed my first french exam, and told her I was applying to the program of students with disabilities, because I have a hard time goin to class when I'm depressed. Well, the damn program just now wants to discuss letting me in at the end of the semester, and i'm transferring anyways. But if I don't want to fail this class, I need the damn program. Number Two Stress is the fact that I oversplet my history exam on Monday, got a sick note, and I'm retaking it tomorrow after class. I need to get a good grade. Which brings me to Big Stress Number Three. I need to eventually get into FSU, hopefully in the Summer, and I have to have at least a 3.0 to do it. I have a 2.4 now, and I have like no hours. Ahhhhh. Stress Number Four: I am fat. Nothing Stresses a girl out or makes her more miserable than having a freaking fat day. But this is no ordinary fat day; i look like i'm freaking pregnant. I have packed on pounds, and this fact alone causes stress and depression. I am like 125 and my idealish weight is like 115. great. an extra ten pounds, and before the holidays even. That is all that is on my mind at the moment.

Roommate from Hell

Last year, I had the worst roomate I could have ever imagined plus some. I have no idea why I lived with her the whole year when i definitely should hav moved out the first week. We met in the summer, and hit it off because we both have our dark, weird sides. That should have been a warning to me that she would not be pleasant to live with. She had the worst personal habits, rarely taking showers or washing her cars. Her dirty underwear was always on the floor. Gross. Whenever she ate, she'd just leave it out. So our room had dirty underwear and old food around it.
At first we bunked our beds. Not a good idea. She had this pyscho boyfriend that came to visit and of course had no where else to hook up but our room. I took a nap and woke up to my bed shaking because they were having sex in the bed. And she never washed her sheets. One time I picked up a picture frame, and a used condom flung across the room. Sick.
One time, I came home from the weekend to find a dog in our room. We lived in a dorm, and were not allowed to have pets besides small tank ones. She had already taken advantage of this and got a turtle that smelled and she never fed it or cleaned its tank. The poor turtle ate its own feces and ended up committing suicide (more about that later). So I come home to this dog, in our small dorm room, and she says that she got it for only fifty dollars because it has fleas. Are you kidding? This girl had no respect.
Her and that crazy boyfriend fought every single day and she'd scream at him on the phone early in the morning while I was sleeping. She was anti social so she was always in bed. I know she cut herself, and she left her dirty razors on the window ledge next to her bed ( by the picture frame with the dirty condom). Words of wisdom: don't live with someone that has bad personal hygeine. It won't work out, they have other bad habits too.
I saw her recently and she ran up and gave me a hug and told me she missed me. Are you kidding? Because my life is 438275483278594 times better with out you.

More Than Anyone

You need a friend, I'll be around.
Don't let end, before I see you again.
What can I say to convince you to change your mind, of me?
I'm gonna love you more than anyone.
I'm gonna hold you closer than before.
And when I kiss your soul, your body be free,
I'll be free for you anyime
I'm gonna love you more than anyone.
Look in my eyes, what do you see
Not just the color, look inside of me.
tell me all you need, and I will try. I will try.
I'm gonna love you more than anyone.
I'm gonna hold you closer than before.
And when I kiss your soul, your body be free,
I'll be free for you anytime,
I'm gonna love you more than anyone.
Free for you, whatever you need
We'll be free together baby, free together baby
I'm gonna love you more than anyone,
I'm gonna hold you closer than before,
and when I kiss your soul, your body be free
I'll be free for you anytime
I'm gonna love you more than anyone,
I'm gonna love you more than anyone
Gavin Degraw--More than Anyone

Love at First Sight

The only way I can rationalize HIM is love at first sight. IT IS THE ONLY WAY. That is why it has to be true. The first time I saw HIM, My heart dropped; kinda like when something bad happens that you never expected, and your heart feels like it hit your stomach, your face turns pink and hot. Only this happened because HE walked off a bus and straight into my heart. It was the best feeling in the world. I knew I had to meet HIM, know HIM, and convince HIM that HE loved me too. I immediatly pointed HIM out to the girl next to me and called "dibs" even though I knew HE had to have a girlfriend- it was too good to be true. That was about a year and half ago. I still love HIM to this day.
I was working as a waitress a summer camp, and HE was a camper. HE was my age, even though I wouldn't have cared. After those seconds after seeing HIM, HE dissapeared and I had to go get ready for work in an hour. I felt myself glowing, like people say you glow when your in love, or when you have sex. THAT glow. At dinner, all the other servers and I got prepared to bring out the first meal. We had assigned tables, and as I peeked out the small kitchen door window, as fate would have its way, HE was seated at one of mine. There were four hundred campers, from thirty different regions, and HE was seated at one of my three tables. As I carried out my food, I couldn't look at his face and do my job at the same time. So I just smiled, offered my name and services and tried to be as smooth as possible. Of course I barely sqeaked out answers as HE continually asked for more servings of food. I heard,
"Come on guys, what else do you want, keep bringing her back."HE noticed me!
I saw him several more times that week unexpectedly. HE would run in the morning (training for college soccer) and would pass by the server's breakfast not knowing HE was stopping right in front of me, through the tinted windows. At the Country Fair Square Dance, we blindly got paired up together. We both shared the same shy smile. I was in love with this boy, and everyone knew it.
My grandfather died. I had to leave camp early. I had no time to say goodbye, or even think about seeing HIM again. I knew there were slim to none chances, because HE was from several states away. Reality had given me a double blow: My precious grandfather was no longer alive, and the boy of my dreams was not an option. I finally mustered up some courage and gave one of my co workers clear instructions: Tell HIM that HE is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, and if HE wants to stay in contact, leave something and I will get in contact with HIM. I normally would have waited for HIM to ask me but I didn't have time for that. Then I left.
I returned to camp after the funeral, with the best welcome I have ever recieved. My co workers were going wild to see me! For that moment, they tossed my pain out the window and filled me in on the news: He felt the same way about me! I was on top of the world.
Throughout the school year we kept in contact by phone and internet. HE had the busiest schedule I've ever heard of with soccer, but I had to see HIM again. HE came to visit me eventually, and I was on Cloud 9. HE was so perfect. I couldn't get enough of HIM. It felt amazing. I've dated boys in my young life, have fallen in and out of love and like, and this was different. All together, I've only been with this boy (in person) about 6 or 7 days. But if HE asked me to marry HIM, I wouldn't hesitate.
That is why I believe in love at first sight. I HAVE TO. <3

Thank God I'm Not Dating a Country Boy

Top Five Reasons Why The South Isn't All That Its Cracked Up To Be: (in my opinion)
5. fried food. come on, we all know its not good for you and makes you fat when you eat that much of it.
4. old-fashioned. boring. conservative. get with the times.
3. lack of individuality. everyone looks the same to me. few dare to look different. i address this more in number one.
2. racism. I'm in Alabama. Hello, they are like twenty years behind and still racist.
1. the BOYS- they dress like my dad & they all dress the same. Mess that, they all have the same short shorts, boat shoes, sunglasses that make the look like bugs, polos tucked in, croakies, and a belt with fishes on it. The same plain haircut, kinda like an older version of the bowl cut. The worst part is, not only do they dress like an old man, they act like an old man with no personality.

i'm transferring.

Lesbian vs. Vin Diesel

Last night I had a dream that I kissed my roommate. Not only that, but we were dating. My roommate is a girl. And I'm a girl. And I'm straight. What in the world?! Seriously, I'm not against lesbians or gays or bisexuals or anything, but why would I dream about that? One time I dreamed that I was being chased and raped by a guy. Actually it was an awful nightmare, and very real. I woke up sweating and was seriously freaked out by the whole thing. So I looked up the meaning of being raped in a dream and it said that I wanted to be sexually dominated. So, okay that was kind of true, actually very true, but couldn't my subconscious have found a better way to bring this to my attention?! And by bringing up that dream I am not saying I'm subconsciously interested in girls (or maybe I am? Ha!). But I think its more about this Bisexual Reality Television show I've been watching. It really makes me wonder what it'd be like to date a girl. I've kissed girls before (high school, to get attention from boys), and its different. But would I prefer that? No. And what about when a girl wants to be held and protected and swept off her feet and all that? How is another girl going to fufill that? There isn't a girl that could ever pick me up Vin Diesel style and slam me against a car making out. Or maybe there is some girl that can, but that image kinda turns me off. I just can't be fufilled by a girl. So whatever my subconscious is trying to tell me on this one, is lost by me.