Bed time

Clean kitchen, folded laundry, clean bedroom, clean living room, and especially, clean sheets! This is how I get to go to bed tonight... Yaaaayyyy

Wild night.

SN: whatcha doing tonight?
Me: eating apple peanut butter.

#predictable hahahahaha

Stupid boy.

It took awhile for her to figure out that she could run; but when she did she was long gone, long gone.

Frustrations.

I hate that our society is becoming what it is. I think technology is amazing, hell I'm using a smartphone to write this message on this blog as we speak. But I think we have been much too enveloped by it. It should be a tool not our society. It should be used to advance our ideas and abilities and further science. Unfortunately, instead it is used to bully people and abuse children and to hide behind. People don't talk to each other anymore. People don't make the effort to get to know one another or learn new things over time. Instead we want an instantaneous answer to everything: google it.
This is why I want to be an educator. I think we need to teach our children how to be thoughtful and responsible citizens, good and honest people. And I know that historically that's the job primarily of parents. Historically, it's also the job of COMMUNITIES. It is the job of society to raise our children with integrity, an understanding of hard work, manners, the ability to think critically.
Right now our society is raising entitled children who don't know the value of a dollar, who cannot possess empathy for another human, who are selfish and ignorant. It is so sad to me that we have all these opportunities with technology available and we let our children waste their days playing video games, watching porn and googling things they are much too young to know about. We should be teaching our children to utilize technology as a tool to advance our society, to advance out ability to have empathy, to give a voice to the silenced, to give hope to those who have none, to open our lines of communication so we never have to go to war again.

The little things.

I miss that silly silly boy. I had the worst moment on Monday about him at like 5am when I was wide awake. I was boiling hot, even my feet. So I started to take my socks off but then your toes get cold. So me being my lame self decided to take a page from number twelve's book and wear my socks half on like he always did. I miss his ridiculous habits that drove me bonkers soo much.

Love it.

“Sometimes a person is out of the picture but just can't let go of the frame.”
-Dane Cook

Never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind.

She put him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette. She broke his heart. He spent his whole life trying to forget.

Always.

I texted number twelve the other day. Luckily I typed his number incorrectly into my phone so it didn't go to him. I have mixed feelings about it. Elaborate tomorrow.

I can't explain, but I'm in that place.

"I wonder what runs through your mind when someone mentions my name to you."