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This is random but cool! I think that every girl is some how linked with this...
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep!!
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| I was in the waiting room at a Doctor's office today doing a drug test for my job and this lady came in with her 16 year old grandson. The whole time he was there he made sure that everyone knew that he just turned 16! I was in the waiting room with his grandma while he went back in the back so they could take blood! We had gotten to talk about our 16 birthdays and how mine was 4 years ago and how her's was a lot longer then that! I was telling her that if her grandson was happy at 16 then he should wait till he is older cause the older you get the more fun it is! That is when she decided to tell me that no one had expected him to even live till his 16th b-day! This boy has had multiple tumors in his brain since he was 5 years old! His father couldn't take any more of it and divorced his mom and disapeared from there lives. The same year of the divorce the grandfather had died! The grandmother aloud her daughter and grandson to move in with her! She told me that God had worked wonders for her family and she was thankful! You could not tell by looking at this boy that their was anything wrong with him and it made me think about how many other people out there have many different kinds of problems like his and you could never tell by how happy they are! It is amazing how thankful people can be when they have a lot to worry about! So this is my prayer...God please help that boy and his family that was in the doctor's office today. Give him the strenghth and courge to fight his tumors, and if it is your will that you take him, please allow his family to rejoce in the fact that he will no longer be suffering and that he would be perfect and with you! I also ask You, God, to give the rest of us the same strenghth and courage so that we can survive our lives as minor or major as the problems in them may be! Thank you so much for what you have already given us and continue to give us! I love you! Love Your daughter Danielle! Amen | | |
| This is an artical that J.K. Rowling wrote on her web stie!!! This is another reason why I believe that she is a great role modle!!! PLEASE READ!!!
For Girls Only, Probably...
Being thin. Probably not a subject that you ever expected to read about on this website, but my recent trip to London got me thinking...
It started in the car on the way to Leavesden film studios. I whiled away part of the journey reading a magazine that featured several glossy photographs of a very young woman who is either seriously ill or suffering from an eating disorder (which is, of course, the same thing); anyway, there is no other explanation for the shape of her body. She can talk about eating absolutely loads, being terribly busy and having the world's fastest metabolism until her tongue drops off (hooray! Another couple of ounces gone!), but her concave stomach, protruding ribs and stick-like arms tell a different story. This girl needs help, but, the world being what it is, they're sticking her on magazine covers instead. All this passed through my mind as I read the interview, then I threw the horrible thing aside.
But blow me down if the subject of girls and thinness didn't crop up shortly after I got out of the car. I was talking to one of the actors and, somehow or other, we got onto the subject of a girl he knows (not any of the Potter actresses – somebody from his life beyond the films) who had been dubbed 'fat' by certain charming classmates. (Could they possibly be jealous that she knows the boy in question? Surely not!)
'But,' said the actor, in honest perplexity, 'she is really not fat.'
'"Fat" is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her,' I said; I could remember it happening when I was at school, and witnessing it among the teenagers I used to teach. Nevertheless, I could see that to him, a well-adjusted male, it was utterly bizarre behaviour, like yelling 'thicko!' at Stephen Hawking.
His bemusement at this everyday feature of female existence reminded me how strange and sick the 'fat' insult is. I mean, is 'fat' really the worst thing a human being can be? Is 'fat' worse than 'vindictive', 'jealous', 'shallow', 'vain', 'boring' or 'cruel'? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I'm not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain...
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn't seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? 'You've lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!'
'Well,' I said, slightly nonplussed, 'the last time you saw me I'd just had a baby.'
What I felt like saying was, 'I've produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren't either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?' But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
So the issue of size and women was (ha, ha) weighing on my mind as I flew home to Edinburgh the next day. Once up in the air, I opened a newspaper and my eyes fell, immediately, on an article about the pop star Pink.
Her latest single, 'Stupid Girls', is the antidote-anthem for everything I had been thinking about women and thinness. 'Stupid Girls' satirises the talking toothpicks held up to girls as role models: those celebrities whose greatest achievement is un-chipped nail polish, whose only aspiration seems to be getting photographed in a different outfit nine times a day, whose only function in the world appears to be supporting the trade in overpriced handbags and rat-sized dogs.
Maybe all this seems funny, or trivial, but it's really not. It's about what girls want to be, what they're told they should be, and how they feel about who they are. I've got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don't want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I'd rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before 'thin'. And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls. Rant over.
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| This song really fits my life right now!!!
On My Own
I can't believe that I'm here in this place again How did I manage to mess up one more time? This pattern seems to be the story of my life Should have learned this lesson by the thousandth time.
'Cause I promised myself I wouldn't fall But here I've fallen I guess I'm not as strong as I thought All I can do is cry to you.
Chorus Oh God you have to save me You're my last and only hope All my right answers fail me I can't seem to make it on my own.
Always thought that I would be strong enough What made all of them fall couldn't take me down Yeah, did I think that I was above it all? I have learned that pride comes before the fall
I can't promise myself that I won't fall 'Cause here I've fallen I know I'm not as strong as I thought All I can do is cry to you.
Chorus
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| I am leaving SATURDAY!!!! It is sooooooo close!!!!! Time went by fast!!!!! It is going to be a blast!!!! The way Joe was talking about some of the things we were going to be doing kinda made it scary!!! It is going to be very dangerous if I am not careful but that is what makes it fun!!! Anyway, I can't wait!!!!! I am finally getting to do what I have wanted to do since Katrina hit!!!!!!! I had been thinking a lot about it, but I was thinking about things like "yea, right, like I will ever get to go" or "the chance will never happen'' and when it did happen, I had things preventing me from going!!!!! Well now I am finally going!!!! YIPPIE!!!!! ILOVE YOU GOD!!!! I am soooooo existed!!!!!! You have no idea!!!!!!! I miss Lily already though!!! :( My dad is watching her!!!! Well I gotta go!!! Pray for me!!! | | |
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