10 things you want
maybe a full bang?
red velvet cupcakes
endless supply of breakfast bagel sandwiches
my own place
happiness (i have it already, but it doesn’t hurt to have some extra hangin’ around)
9 musicians/bands you love (in no order)
Death Cab for Cutie
She and Him
The Beach Boys
The Starting Line
8 things you do everyday
Satisfy that sweet tooth
Online shop, no, browse
Daydream about cupcakes
7 things you enjoy
My mom’s homemade meals
Dealing with nice/grateful customers
Making bart on time
Making anything on time
Getting excellent grades
6 things that will always win your heart
I love you’s
Flowers (jeeeeeez, i am a girly girl)
5 favourites: movie, song, book, food, season
Mozart and the Whale
Fix You, Coldplay
I honestly can’t pick one. In a sense, I’d feel racist. But my favies are probably Mexican and Japanese :)
Fall~!!! I love Autumn. Allergy free is the way to be
4 smells or scents you enjoy
Ralph Lauren’s aftershave
3 places you want to go
2 favourite holidays
1 person you’d marry on the spot
Ben Gibbard, sorry Zooey
He says the problem with teachers is, “What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true what they say about
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite company.
“I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor,” he says.
“Be honest. What do you make?”
And I wish he hadn’t done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you get a drink of water?
Because you’re not thirsty, you’re bored, that’s why.
I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, “Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?”
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.
I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).
Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?
GOOD DAY ALREADY:
-Woke up to a beautiful paycheck
-Started my savings plan (now that I got a raise!!!!!)
-At 12 00pm i’ll be on Spring Break
-I see Andrew today!!
Beautiful! All of it
Despite me being on the verge of a panic attack, its beautiful out, healthcare is on it’s way, and spring break is approaching! It is really sad that more people cannot be more happy about this new accomplishment. I wonder if the two parties will ever come together on any kind of medium. Oh well. For now, I’ll just go to school and work and stress out until my brain spills out of my ears.
Soooo I have to have a 3minute poem memorized by Wednesday night but have no material… So tell me you’re favorite poems/poets!?
Thanks douchebag english teacher for giving back my “revised” essay with the same grade. Thank you for fucking wasting my time. I honestly do hope (and very rarely do I EVER wish bad things on people but I really feel like this is an exception) a bird flies over you and shits on you. I am very mad.
Edit: Sorry, but I don’t think that I am that horrible of a writer. How can I get an A++ on a 20 page media essay and a 95 on an extensive World Regional Geography paper and not do above average on a simple G.E. English class? I am totally venting. I am sorry tumblr to bash you like this. I’ve edited this twice because now NOW I am considerably insecure about my writing.
I SHOULD’VE AT LEAST GOT AN A FOR EFFORT GOD DAMN IT.
Jesse James you are a fucking douche bag and how DARE you betray your wife. I am so mad about this haha. Sandra Bullock is probably my favorite actress. And no, not because of Miss Congeniality. Hope Floats changed my life as a little girl haha. In more ways than one!
A big part of me just wants to run far, far awaaayy. And I’m not saying this because I am emo or anything. But in general, almost everyone really sucks. Almost.
- Me: I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBERrrrRRrr!!
- Stefania: Ew, don't talk to me.
- Me: HE'S SO BOMB THOUGH.
- Stefania: He's a child, CHILDREN ARE STUPID.
- Me: Omg.
I have absolutely no control when it comes to red velvet cupcakes or sesame seaweed rice balls. Dear Lord (if there is one), help me.
2009 California budget cuts: 15 billion
One month in Iraq and Afghanistan: 12 billion
Budget gap facing all 50 states in 2010: 180 billion
Income of top 500,000 Californians: 175 billion
2010 military spending: roughly 1 trillion
Wealth of richest 1% of Americans: 21.9 trillion
The demise of March is coming…. Daylight savings next weekend guys. Ugh this totally ruined my week I think. How pathetic. But honestly, there is nothing I hate more.
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
I REALLY enjoyed Alice in Wonderland. If people didn’t like it, I don’t think they really understand Tim Burton.
In my future: Midterms, Chelsea Handler, Spring Break, Work which inevitably leads to a paycheck, Disneyland, and maybe a hawaiian trip in the summer.