Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world.

Heyheyyyy. So I came to school and I felt sick as heckkk. Dude, my eyes were red and watery all day. Sigh. I barely made it through the day. Oh gosh, at lunch, EPIC FAIL MAN. EPICCC FAILLLL. Tiffany Chau and I decided to do the spirit game, and you had to keep a balloon between you and your partner's forehead while doing things the people said. And so they said to hop on one foot in a circular motion, and we were doing it right and doing so well, when it fell. And yeah... I looked at the video that Pauline shot, and the other three classes weren't moving at allllll. Cheatersssssssss! No fair. Rematch, man. Hahaha.

So after school, Dillon and I went to Yogurtland for his birthday, and even though he used his money to pay, I gave him my $20 when I made sure he gave me the $13 of change from our yogurt. Hahaha, evil. He hates me, deep deep inside. He also hates me for carrying his bag for him. And not letting him pay for anything that we both had to share. Mmm, well after, we went to the mall and he bought a new hat. Oh yeah, and then we took pictures with the Easter bunny at the mall! HAHAHA, ew I look terrible. He also wanted me to go into one of those dancing head thingies, but I refused cause I look soooo unexceptional today, sick and all. Mmm, then after, we just went to different stores, and we spent like, over half an hour at the Disney store just being interested in everything, HAHA. Oh, the little girl was cute. Someday, we'll go back and buy that giant Nemo and share it. Thennnn, he bought shoes, and I broke it to him that his shoes are made of suede... LOL. Thennn, he bought ANOTHER hat. Hahaha, he kept trying to buy me a headband, but I somehow got out of it after a while. :] Then, the bus stop, and me freaking out when my dad called and I had to pretend I was at Panera, cause he was at school waiting for me... Um, and then, met his aunt when he left, and went home.

Good day, good day. Even though my head was throbbing the whole time.

HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY DILL PICKLE.
You guys should read his note to me. Dill Pickle's way too sweet. Haha.

I'm tired. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. So I'm not. Au revoir.

A teenage vow in the parking lot, 'til tonight do us part.

So today:
wake up, doctors, home, hang out with Dillon, interesting conversation with President Elect Celene.

Fact: Dillon can't say "with", but he can say "witheh" like Chris Brown sings it in "With You". He can't say "clasped" from "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" either (not like I can). He secretly hates me for throwing hit hat at him. He obviously needs me to tutor him in algebra (:]). He doesn't know how to sew and only wants to so I don't sneak money into his pockets tomorrow in case he pays for something. Anddd, I know there's more but my dad is shouting at me to go to sleep and I'm under pressure to finish writing this. Hahaha.

:]

I want to be where love is real and memories of distant days come to life again.

Oh my, so for the first time in forever I went on the computer at my Lola's house, and I was looking through pictures when I was suddenly overcome with all these happy and carefree memories. Last year was so simple, and so... "raw". Everything was just easier and new.

P.E. Crew. Oh dang, look at us now, and none of us even hang out anymore, besides me and Cris.


HAHAHAHA.


Cris, you're so weird... This was on his 16th birthday, by the way. ._. Loser.


Cris, I love you cousin!


The Mushroom Family, always and forever! <3 freewebs.com/mushroomlala


Hi, best friend. "I like your shorts."


Even the first half of sophomore year was simple and carefree. 2008 was a good year...

First time at cue! Good days, good days.


HAHAHA, oh man. Who could ever forget Joann's brother's wedding. Our favorite waiter. Dude, I think they think we were all drunk or something, cause every time they'd pass by, all ten of us would scream and yell the waiters' names.


Hahaha, wedding ceremony. :]


Class of 2011 Homecoming skit practice. Class council was so much fun back then. (Not like it isn't now, but it was just more exciting then.)


The Mushroom Family, minus T. Ong, getting ready for Homecomingggg. <3


T. Chao's birthday party! Can you find me? :] DingDong was wrestling the cue pen away from me when I kept putting that heart over my face, so he drew those eyebrows. LOL.


So after this, the misery of December began.

Temporomandibular Disorder.

I found out I have temporomandibular disorder, which is a disorder caused by the severe pain of the jaw joints. For the past 8 months or so, I've been having on and off clamping of my jaw, tightening of the joints, and swelling of my right jaw muscle. I also couldn't open my jaw sometimes because it would just hurt so much to, and when I do, my ears and joints would snap and click and stuff. It's happening to me right now, like RIGHT THIS SECOND, as I'm eating this lollipop. I can't even take it out of my mouth because my jaw is shutting. Ugh.
So it says that TM disorder is caused by stress, anxiety, depression, and sleep disturbances. Have I been going through that for the past 8 months? Yes, sir.
It's a minor disorder that normally goes away without treatment, so that's what has been happening to me, because it only happens like once a month or so.
It also says to...
* Rest your jaw joint.
* Use medicines for a short time, to reduce swelling or relax muscles.
* Put either an ice pack or a warm, moist cloth on your jaw for 15 minutes several times a day if it makes your jaw feel better. Or you can switch back and forth between moist heat and cold. Gently open and close your mouth while you use the ice pack or heat. But don't use heat if your jaw is swollen. Use only ice until the swelling is gone.
* Eat soft foods, and avoid chewy foods and chewing gum.
So I shall. Gosh, how the heck am I going to get this out of my mouth. ._.

RE: Emo/Scene Kids SUCK

Wooow. Okay, so I'm no emo/scene kid, and I'm no hater of emo/scene kids. I think it's completely stupid how BOTH sides are just discriminating each other based on their looks and other assumptions about each other that they don't even know for sure about. Dumb dumb dumb.

So this is the girl that posted the video.


And these are some of the hundreds of responses to the video.





She has her own opinion. She can say whatever she wants, and why the heck should people even care if they don't like it?!?! Don't waste your time on people that are trying to get you down. However, this girl's opinions are pretty stupid. So many emo/scene kids don't even label themselves because they have their own view of themselves and the whole cliche of it all. Gaw dang, leave them alone. These people aren't always attention whores, they're just who they are because THEY LIKE IT. Stop thinking of it as a trend, because BASICALLY EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS!! Having a computer is a trend. Drinking water is a trend. Having a clock in the house is a trend. They can be who they want to be. Then again, some of the responses to the video BY the scene/emo kids are just really immature, saying she's ugly and looks emo and should stfu because she doesn't know them. Seriously, it's just really hypocritical because they don't know her either. Okay, I don't know what else to say because this is all just too stupid and I feel way too neutral about this to speak any more.

I found ONE video that feels the same way I do.
This guy rocks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zl_ZXOxEZww

Stop feeling

sorry for yourself.
Go to sleep.
Bye.

Again and again 'till I get it right.

I don't have a halo over my head. I don't call my mom frequently. I get into fights with my dad. I don't visit my aunt as much as I should because I'm always busy with school. I don't spend as much time with my grandparents as I should. I joke around with my friends by insulting them. I'm a MEAN person. Again, I am a MEAN MEAN MEAN person. I have no issue. I am who I am. I just embrace every little bad thing about me, and I don't mind if everyone dislikes me for it, as long as they know that they dislike me for being me. I have become such a terrible person since the beginning of this year. I (honestly) think it's because I've been talking to Atik a lotttt since we have two classes together, and he's such a meanie, that his insults and cynicism just rubbed off on me sometime during the past few months. I try, and try to be a better person, but for now, I will accept that I'm not perfect, and nor will I ever be.

On that note, I have the sudden urge to go to Universal Studios and buy kettle corn... After having some of Rj's today, I just... really want some right now. Okie dokie, it's midnight. I should sleep now. Heartttt. Hurtingggg. Ouchouchouch. :|

We are the champions, my friends.

So I was elected Vice President. Wow. Sooo, the other three Class of 2011 officers areee Celene Barrera, Hilary Villeno, and the secretary is... nobody yet because Pauline and Vanessa's votes were too close and were considered a tie. Soooo special election this Thursday! Everyone please remember to vote! :]

Mmm, other than that, after school I went to the badminton game and then the NHS Talent Show. I'm really tired now, and am not in the mood to say anything else.

Thank you everyone who voted. Next year is going to be amazing.

Hawak kamay.

I'm almost a hundred percent sure that I'm going to cry in Beeken's class tomorrow, whether or not I'm elected as VP. I'm just anticipating the moment I hear the announcements go on. During the flag salute, I'll probably be teary-eyed already. I seriously don't know what to expect. I can't feel too confident, just in case I lose. I really do want to win though. Class means so much to me, you have no idea.

Today was pretty funny. I liked sixth period today.
Jed: So what's your number?
Cristina: 911...
Jed: Is it 626?
Me/Danielle/Cristina: HAHAHAHAHAH!
-a minute later-
Jed: OHHHHH!

Then later, me and Kilani are talking about drawing hearts, and Victoria interrupts her saying, "Kilaniii, come with me to the lockers?" and Kilani said "I DON'T HAVE A HEART!"
HAHAHAHAHAHA, oh gosh. LOL. HAHAH. Oh, Kilani, I love you.

Then after school, well... Tiffany and I were curious as to how the boys restroom in the gym looks like, since that day we saw Jacob and Danny and some other guy in the girls' restroom. So we walked in, and walked out freaking out, cause we had no idea the urinals looked like that. Then we were in the girls restroom and were wondering how the heck you flushed them, so we walked out and Rj and Fernando were like, "You guys talk really loud..." and they heard our whole stupid plan. We walked into the boys restroom and flushed it, and after we saw how it worked, we felt so accomplished. Then we went back to the gym... and then SOMEBODY (no names involved) wanted to put a pad in there, so we got one and pinned it on the bottom of a urinal. Haha, and the boys were just like... "...okay". HAHAHHAHA, FAIL. .______.
Man, we're lame.

Dude, I hope we don't get in trouble for that... Doubt it. Okay, well yeah. So now I'm home and have nothing else to say.

RESULTS TOMORROW. AHHHH!

Save me from being confused.

Today was the last day to campaign! Golly gee, I'm excited. Hahahah. I'm just anticipating the moment we find out who wins on Friday.

I believe that Vivienne made a pretty good point in her blog comment. The terrible things that we go through in life is nothing compared to what others go through. I don't know what has gotten into me. I've become such a horrible person since last year...

Sigh, well anyway, please bring your ID cards tomorrow and vote Diana Paraiso for Vice President!

Today, I went to first, felt DEAD the whole time, took a super short nap, went to nutrition, went to third, struggled to keep my eyes open even though I liked the movie Beeken was playing, went to the gym at lunch, said my stupid and pointless speech, listened to the other speeches, went to fifth, died from boredom, pulled down my posters with Hannah, pulled down Stacie's posters with Stacie, pulled down more posters with Stephanie, hung out with John/Stephanie, hung out with John/Anna/Brittney, took bus home with Dillon, on the computer!

Aghhh, I'm cold.

Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness.

I'm one of those kids that have been hurt and disappointed time and time again. I can rise past the sun-spotted mountains and misty clouds and stand on top of the universe, arms crossed and chin up. But every single time, life as a bony hand - a bony hand creased by the inevitable folds of age, fingers jutting out like carrots from the dirt - would reach out to that heavenly body of mine... and push. Down down down, I'd fall, eyes wide and paralyzed, leaving behind dreams and expectations. I would crash into the black abyss, just floating through, too weak to rebel against the controlling current that dictated me back and forth, side to side, and too weak to tell the wind no every time a silent threat whistled through my ear. The thing is that each time my lifeless body would wash up on shore again and I gained consciousness of my reason to live, I'd get back up on my feet and look up at the stars from where I'd fallen, waiting for something wonderful to happen so I can rise up again.

Anyway, I'm in the mood to just sleep and dream forever right now. How amazing would that be to live in a fantasy world where anything and everything were possible.

Oh, how I hate being put down. It's terribly difficult to keep your confidence at a level ten when everyone is like a giant steel weight, continuously dropping on that little lever of yours to lower it. Ugh.

Cover up with make-up in the mirror.

Yesterday = I made 14 posters (adding to the other one I made on Wednesday), went to a tiny bit of the badminton game, went to Bulldog Idol, cheered on Morgan/Jennie/John/Dillon/Andrea/Danielle/CATHY&RANDOLPH, went home.

Today in Beeken's, he was lecturing about the new philosophies of the postwar disillusionment of WWI and mentioned this one subtype of nihilism that states that all our values and ideals are determined by ourselves as an individual. In that time, it meant "who cares?" or "nothing matters". However, when I heard that this was one new belief of that time, I immediately recalled the blogs I've posted about destiny and our definitions of Right and Wrong from about a month or so ago. I don't think that being able to determine the meaning life for ourselves means that nothing matters at all. I think that should only motivate people to take control of what they do in life even more! Shouldn't it?

Oh and Wednesday night, I had a dream that I was with my friends in some house (I remember specifically Nando and Pauline being in it, but I know there were a bunch more). So... apparently there was a huge mechanical spider that was killing people, and the guys in my group of friends (in the dream) were trying to kill it with like... bats and poles. I remember that we were reading the newspaper and it talked about that spider. And also, one odd quality that I remember so vividly was that the spider's legs were knives, and made the sound of knives being thrown rapidly onto some hard surface, like marble tiles. Anyway, then I ran upstairs so I can get away from it, but it turned out it was chasing after me. So thennn, my friends followed and they were all just watching me intently, for some reason. And suddenly, the spider jumped on the wall behind me and onto my head, and that's when I died... and woke up from my bed, panting. I haven't had a nightmare in so long. It was 4 am, and I couldn't sleep well after that.

Today, I made more posters after school, and painted five (Stacie made one). So in total, that was six, adding to the other fifteen, and bam! Twenty-one postersssss done! Yeee yeee. Okay, so that's not really a lot, but it's satisfying. I really wanted to get up to thirty though. ANYWAY... um, I forgot what else I need to say. I'm really not in the mood for anything that hurts my head right now. Sleep deprived and once-again sick, I've been real stressed campaigning. I'm NOT doing my best. I should have started making posters and all the other little things I wanted to pass out a long time ago. Sigh. SO my dad wouldn't let me go to Battle of the Bands because I stayed out last night and also didn't sleep at all because I was doing campaign stuff. UGHHHH, I really wanted to see Cityscape and Campfire. SIGHHH, but I'm okay.

Busy weekend schedule ahead of me. And I'm exhausted. Goodnight.

Save me, I'm lost.

You can't believe how disappointed I am in myself. I started making posters for my campaign today, but I only did one... in two hours. Every time I think about how I only did ONEEEE, I can just feel my self-esteem degrading. I'm a little worried I won't win also... I made a list of people I know that said they'd vote for me, and I only got up to 134 people. I know a whole lot more people that I haven't talked to about it yet, but still... I don't know. Some of them probably won't even bother to vote because "the line is too long" or they just "don't care". Gahh... Obviously I have the honors kids' votes, and more than half of the sophomore visual arts votes (dance/all male, drama, colorguard, band), but I think I need to appeal more to the athletics. Celene made a good point about that when I asked her about my chances. I still feel pretty confident, though. Still... the whole one poster thing made me feel terrible. I still DO feel terrible. Ughhhhh. I need to work harder. Workworkworkworkwork. I love my class. I love my school. I need to show that I am one hundred percent dedicated to this.

Keep your chin up, Diana.

There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach.

Today = CAHSEE TESTING! WAH-HOO. I was so excited this morning, but after taking the actual test, I was bored out of my MINDDD! Mleh, so then I went to Yogurtland with Neil and Renee during sixth period and met Ronald, Alex, and Monica there (btw, they have free sixth/sports PE; I borrowed Vivian Chang's schedule to get out). I was so worried when we left school, cause the security guard at the tennis courts looked at me and was like "I don't care what your schedule says, you can't get out!" And Renee was like "oh crap" and inside I was panicking. But then he said, "cause you aren't wearing green" and then we started talking to him. Apparently I pulled it off that I was in golf. Hahaha, dude YOGURTLAND IS SO CHEAP. Yummy. Then we got back to school, and when Neil left, Renee and I went to the gym to watch badminton. But then SHE left before the game even started, so I just sat there with the others.
MY CAMPAIGNING RIBBONS LOOK LIKE CRAP. .___.
Bleh, okay, no insightful words. I'm feeling too eccentric and impulsive to relax and think. Toodle loo!
P.S. I realized I forgot all the Italian I learned at the beginning of the year. .___.

Have I found you?

I'm such a screw-up. I feel like I've moved on, and I KNOW I have, but the pain I feel when I look back at old pictures and conversations is UNBELIEVABLY EXCRUCIATING. I could hold my hand to my chest, clutching my shirt into wrinkly folds and screaming in agony, just wishing I could forget, but nothing ever works. It's like my heart was once a healthy engine screwed safely into the cavity of my chest, but as the carefree days of last year evolved into life now, the nuts and bolts that had held me together decided to abandon me. It's the simplest moments like these when I feel helpless, like there's not a chance I can be truly fixed. The engine that kept me running broke down, time and time again, leaving me a useless mechanical object to be what - shipped to China and RECYCLED?!?!

Let's start over. Buy some new screws from the hardware store, get me the engine in a Ferrari, and squirt a little oil here and there, and I'm brand new.

Flightless bird, American mouth

So today my dad rented Twilight, and I watched it so I wouldn't hurt his feelings. Hahaha, this time I saw it, I liked it better than the first time. I tried not to be cynical and shut my mouth so I didn't point out all the stupid parts and complain about which parts they didn't add in. I always love Rob singing Let Me Sign... It makes me cry. Anyway, I noticed for the first time the song they played while the two were dancing at prom, and I loveee it. Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron and Wine.

Sigh... I've been so happy lately that I haven't been able to think of anything to say on this blog. Everyone's been so lazy with posting daily blogs!

Anyway... yesterday I went to HK plaza with Julia, Tiff Ong, Tiff Cheung, Tiff Chau, RJ, Timothy, Shereen, Hannah, Christine, Pauline, and Stephanie. The first seven names I mentioned and I went to Tofu House while the other four went to pho. Then we all went to Yogurt Space and then Tap and thennn the bus stop to go back to school. The others went to badminton practice while Steph, Hannah, and I just watched. Went home at 7:30 and slept at 11:30.

Today, I did nothing. Woke up at 3, went to school, went home, computer, Twilight, guitar, computer. Sigh.

"Have I found youuuu? Flightless bird, jealous, weeping..."

"Rape me in my thighs"

LOL OMGGGG. YOUTUBE IS AMAZING.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7oGx2dImE8


At the badminton game, we watched this on Julia's iPhone, and I think Jessica and I watched it three times. Hahahahaha. SO funny. :]

I'm happy. Even giddy. LOL. Today was a good day.

Sleep.

So sleepy. Tired.

Every thrill tonight degrades me.

I am so depressed that Sadies is cancelled. Vanessa and I were about to start painting our Sadies hallway decorations when Stephanie, Priscilla, Mr. Castro, and Ms. Lawson were having a little meeting. When Vanessa and I were about to bring our paper out, Stephanie said "You guys don't have to work on your backdrop anymore. Sadies is cancelled..." and she said she was kidding later and that she wasn't after. So Vanessa and I were DEVASTATED, especially being the first to know (besides the other three in the discussion). I felt SO dead, after all the work that all of us class council kids have put our time and effort into. I feel so bad... We're the first class in the history of WCHS to cancel Sadies, but you know what? That's okay. We tried. It's not our fault. Next year, we'll do amazing when we plan Prom. If you vote for me for Vice President, I PROMISE you I will work my butt off and fundraise as much as we can so we can have a spectacular prom. I love my class, and seeing Stephanie cry at lunch was just so heartbreaking. We all got our Sadies flyers and passed them out to people, and it made me sad that so many people weren't intending to go and didn't even care. I feel so useless.

It's a great thing that Class of '11 is hosting something later this year though. (:

Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Today: woke up at 1 (stupid Daylight Savings robbed me of my sleep!!!), went to Michael's and Joann's, go to Target, go to Wingstop (WHAT A FATTYYY... twice in three days!), go home.

So I finally found my long lost inspiration. Ever since my dad's car broke down and had to borrow my uncle's for a week, my uncle kept nagging my dad about me having to go to visit my Auntie Melody. Today my dad just had enough and argued with him for about a half hour. I have NEVER seen my dad cry in my life. NEVER EVER. I would never see my dad the same way again. I promise I'll work harder to make my dad proud. I REFUSE to move to New Mexico with my uncle and leave my life here behind. I refuse to be put down and depend on a dictator of an uncle. No way, Jose. I have a life, and I won't let my uncle tell me I'm not good enough and that I'm going to be homeless if I don't spend time with my aunt. GTFO of my life. And my dad's.

Say you need me.

This morning: Woke up, Mock SAT, Nathan, Baskin Robbins, babysitting, Wii Fit for an hour.

Okay, back to exercising. Gotta work out. I gained a pound in three days, unless the Wii step machine thing is wrong (which I highly doubt). Haha.

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you.

Tomorrow I find out if I get into Bulldog Idol. I don't even know if I WANT to join anymore.
OH WAIT, IT'S BASICALLY TODAY.
LOL, in 4th period. Ohhh, that reminds me. I've finished my authot study an hour earlier than expected so I should study Animal Farm. Hahaha. My eyes sting from being awake too long. My body hurtssss. I lost half a pound in a month. I find that kind of funny for some reason. I did five PE articles. Good enough for an A I guess. :P
I need to do chemistry stuffff. PRONTOOO! (I won't.)
My back hurts.
I need to see a chiropracter.

Ran my whole life in the ground.

My grades are screwed. My friends think I would be mean to Christine Spoon because she's running for VP as well. My voice is nothing compared to the other singers in our school. I'm still sick (I feel the bronchitis cough coming back). I've been rejected and pushed away a million times in one day (yesterday). I have Sadies things to worry about. Campaigning is going to be stressful. My mom still isn't sending money and pushing my dad and I further into bankruptcy. And I don't have any more motivation in my life.

It's reaaaallyyy hard to be optimistic when you can see your life being flushed down the toilet in front of you. I can feel my youth deteorating already.

Run baby run, forever will be you and me.

Today was pretty disappointing. I did pretty bad during the Bulldog Idol audition. Okay, I did REALLY bad. REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD. I was so fine before it when I practiced in front of Vicky, but then I just HAD to run to the Renaissance room (cause I thought I was late) and was out of breath (making me sick, nervous, AND out of breath at the same time). NOT GOOD. Did so bad... Ugh! Oh, don't even get me started with what happened BEFORE that. Ugh!!!!!!!!! I'm so sad.

I didn't even finish the things I had to do on my listography. I'm so sad. I'm exhausted from studying for Beeken and reading my author study book and class council and singing and begging and everything. Let me sleep already. Gosh. It's already the third day of March. I swear, it was the end of January yesterday.

You have stolen my heart.

I'll never know until I try. Try, try, try again. I'm blindly learning to ride a bike. A bike that I've tried to balance on, but fell off thrice. How long did it you to ride a bike? Sometimes it takes years, sometimes days. The same with love, you'll never know if it's worth or not worth it until the day you know it's over, the day your bike breaks down. And that's when, that's the only time when you know for sure to try a new bike.

So here's my situation. The first bike in front of me is the very first bike I've ever had, the one I keep trying to learn to ride, but maybe... I don't know, one of the wheels is flat and maybe it's just won't work out with me. The second bike is beautiful, brand new, but doesn't have the possessive sentimentality that the first bike has. Still, you can't help wondering... Maybe you can fix that broken wheel and with a few MORE tries, you realize it's the perfect bike for you! Then again, maybe after fifty tries, the bike won't be worth it at all, and you'd have to try that beautiful new bike and find out THAT's the bike for you.

The trouble with life is that YOU. NEVER. KNOW. You never, ever, ever, ever, EVER know. NEVERRRRRR. I know that I give people too many chances, and that I don't care about my feelings as much as I should. But honestly, I wouldn't mind getting hurt a million times if I knew that in the end, after several changes, I'd be happy.

I've begun to think that maybe, there isn't such thing as fate. If you've read my former blogs, I once talked about how I believed God laid out a map for us, which have millions of forks along the way, for us to choose. But now, I've been seeing things so differently. A little after I wrote that post, I talked about how maybe there isn't a RIGHT and WRONG in the world; that we were born on this Earth to be different and create our own reason for living; that maybe instead of having "destiny" and "fate", it is us, each individual human being, that creates life for our own; that there is no way something is "supposed to be" and that our views and things that we call "facts" are just mere opinions that have been put to the test based on the factors of even more opinions. I question life a lot in that sort of sense much more than I ever have. And I know I'll never get an answer.

Anyway, what I'm going with this is that, now, I think that God gave us life to LIVE and to be ourselves. We're probably more different than we ever imagine. Values, customs, religion, etc - they're not nearly as important as our individual thoughts. WE create our "destiny". WE create our own sense of Right and Wrong. WE create our own religion. So what I'm saying is that in the end, we'll never know what was "meant to be". I'll never know if I should have kept that first bike, or moved on to the brand new bike. I want to uncover as many of life's mysteries as I can (based on MY own personal rubric) so I live a life that I know is mine and not God's, or destiny's, or whatever. God gave me the brain to think; He gave me the lungs to breathe; and He gave me the heart to feel. It is Him that granted me permission to make myself my own.

So understand me when I say that I'm confused and don't know who to choose, because when so many people walk, they look at what's before them. I see what's beyond the horizon, and all the possibilities that remain to be uncovered, many of which I will never ever uncover in my lifetime.

mydadisafob.com

Liars! They say mydadisafob.com isn't as funny as mymomisafob.com. PLEASEEEE, IT TOTALLY IS. I couldn't stop laughing.

ONE:
"after a friend gives me a ride home

Dad: Bye Andy, thank you for riding my daughter."

TWO:
This is a family friend of mine who I also used to work with.

Here are some videos that I recorded of him when we had nothing to do at work.

His name is Tony but he called himself Dr. Fang and when he messages me and asks “Who ruvs you baby?” I have to reply with “You do Dr. Fang”


(There's actually four videos with this post, but I think this was the funniest cause I actually knew the lyrics and found it funny how have his consonants ended up sounding like R's)

THREE:
Everyone in the family complains about our dad smoking in the house. To ensure his promise that he would stop, he put up a sign in the house to remind himself. At first, the sign said No Somoking. We told him that there was an extra ‘o’. So he fixed it…

(LMAOLMAOLMAOLMAO OMG)


FOUR:
Me: sup
Dad: sup
Me: whats up dog
Dad: I am not dog

Dude... I really need to pee now.
BYEE!
BULLDOG IDOL AUDITION TOMORROW!
PETITIONS GO OUT WEDNESDAY (VOTE ME FOR VP)!