Since I’ve been doing everything BUT studying right now, I decided to look through my other tumblr. I burst into silent laughter in the Science Library- you know, the kind where you throw your head back with mouth open wide while making no sound at all.
I read a post where I said that I was so infatuated with someone I wasn’t able to sleep, tossing and turning at night. Honestly, reading this blog, it made me realize how fickle and non-permanent feelings are. I completely forgot about this UCLA guy, and I’m living life just fine without him.
Crushes and infatuations never stick around. They come and go. This makes me wonder, is it the same for love? I’ve never experienced love, or anything close but I do hope that its not the same. I hope that love is something that lasts for a life time and something never to be forgotten.
First kisses, first date. These are memories that you remember fondly. You laugh when you tell them to your friends, and you smile back at the whole situation. Is a first love a memory also? Or is a first love something that takes up a part in your heart creating your essence of being?
ANYWAYS, I digress. What I want to end with is that I’m boy crazy and seem to have a new crush every month. I think I’m like this cause I haven’t experienced selfless love yet. Until then, crush of the month it will be!
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I loved this website. Its such a personal insight on complete stragers lives and thier journey and acceptence with each other, and who they’ve become now.
Happy Birthday to my daddy dearest. Of course when I wake up, I hear my mother practically yelling at my dad. She’s complaining and bitching how he never wants to do what she wants to do, but seriously? It’s his birthday, you selfish woman. He should be doing what he wants and plan what he wants to do, not what you want to do.
Hooray. Being home is the greatest. Not.
Its pretty frustrating to wake up and the first person who talks to you, excuse me, yells at you is your morning greeting.. I’m not going to respond accordingly. Of course I’m going to yell back. Of course I’m going to pick my dad over you. Because it’s his birthday.
I think why I loved being back in Pasadena so much this winter break was because I was barely home. I barely saw my parents, and I bearly slept at home. Now that I’m back home for my brother and dads birthday with NO friends in Pasadena since they’ve all left for school again.. its the closest thing to hell. No, that might be a little harsh. Its just not a pleseant place to be.