And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.
But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers.
“Discovering the water front” It’s a phrase I stole from Silverstein (the band). It’s a metaphor for being between two situations; standing at the water front, at the water’s edge, of the ocean facing it. While behind that is a city, a place, known to be bad. You could go back to the city and hope for change or you could venture out into the unknown that is the ocean. This is also meant on a personal level. Doing the same things over and over and expect different results. Nothing changes because the person doesn’t change. It doesn’t matter where you are, it’ll be the same. Sitting and wishing for somebody; left waiting for the right time. When the right time is known it’s too late. The continuing belief that there is chance, adds to the peril. In short, there’s a mess and the rooms have to be cleaned, one room at a time. You throw out the things that clutter the rooms but you can’t throw out everything; the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Somehow it became, important, a big part of everyday life. The part that’s haunting is that not much time was spent. Yet, thoughts drifts to the things best left forgotten. Honestly, it’s a matter of wanting things that can never happen. Also the matter is that of the feeling “it’s not that I’m not good enough for you, but it’s that you’re too good for me”. Maybe it’s a matter of insanity. All that is known is finding peace in thinking that, change can happen and that maybe, maybe you could sail into the unknown, with or without. There is that thought “this is love” but that doesn’t matter because it only applies to the one who feels it, nowhere does it apply to the other party. For some it’s hard to admit “I need someone” especially when that some holds independence so highly. Again the hope for change arises. Then, the thought of “I’m too screwed up” crosses the mind and many other questions of oneself surfaces. I find the lyric, the phrase that Silverstein coined brought up an interesting perspective on life. “Discovering the water front.” If you found the water front in your life would you be so bold?
“It was a widely misinterpreted movie, I think…. People tend to say, “Why didn’t she end up with him? He was so nice!” But I think that he was really quite guilty of projecting a fantasy onto this girl that she didn’t necessarily deserve, and that, honestly, he was pretty wrapped up in his own selfish point of view… We’ve all been guilty of it. I’m sure I’ve done the same. And we all do it to one degree or another in every relationship. But it’s just funny to me, because I felt like the point of that movie was illuminating this guy who is basically delusional, who keeps projecting all these things onto this girl, and how that’s a problem for him, and how he then sort of grows out of it. But it seems like a lot of the people that see the movie don’t quite catch that. They just think he’s a great guy.”—Joseph Gordon-Levitt on (500) Days of Summer (via marsneedswomen)
Me:A year has 365 days for you to study. After taking away 52 Sundays, there are only 313 days left. There are 50 days in the summer that is way too hot to work so there are only 263 days left. We sleep 8 hours a day, in a year, that counts up to 122 days so now we're left with 141 days. If we fooled around for only 1 hour a day, 15 days are gone, so we are left with 126 days. We spend 2 hours eating each day, 30 days are used in this way in the year, and we are left with 96 days in our year. We spend 1 hour a day speaking to friends and family, that takes away 15 days more and we are left with 81 days. Exams and tests take up at least 35 days in your year, hence you are only left with 46 days. Taking off approximately 40 days of holidays, you are only left with 6 days. Say you are sick for a minimum of 3 days, you're left with 3 days in the year to study! Let's say you only go out for 2 days... You're left with 1 day! But that 1 day is your birthday!