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Teacher: Schools almost over
Teacher: and this is crazy
Teacher: but here's three projects
Teacher: due by friday
FINALLY, I can link my Facebook account to my Tumblr account so all my friends and family can see what I do online all day!
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sunneinsplendor: In the process of editing photos from two trips ago to Maryhill Museum. They have the most patient peacocks I’ve ever encountered, this one let me take pictures lying down behind it with an elbow propped in its tail feathers for balance.
pickles!
Stick with friends who saw you, when nobody else did. Stick with friends who you can call assholes, and know it’s a code word for I love you. Stick with friends who look at your mistakes, and think it’s fucking awesome. Stick with friends who don’t care when you’re crying, because they know you’re stronger than that. Stick with friends who were true to you from the very start.
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I’m a bit torn about today. I guess that’s just one thing about me, though. I’m always torn- unable to really decipher how I feel towards anything.
One half of me thinks that today was absolutely amazing, making me believe that it’s days like these that make me realize how much I’m gonna miss everyone once I move on to Michigan. This half of me looks back on the adventure of this senior cut day: the laughs we all had at the movie theater while sharing our nachos, popcorn and ICEE, the fun we had versing each other in arcade basketball, daytona racing, time crisis 4, or DDR, and the sweat we shed playing 3-on-3 basketball at the elementary school, and it all makes me thankful that I have best friends like I do to share these moments with. That half of me looks back on today and thinks that today will be a day to remember because of the adventure, the fun, and the laughs.
But then, there’s that other half: the half of doubt, the half of bitterness, the half of mistrust, and the half of lies that I manage to convince myself are true. It’s that half that I know are probably overreactions, lies, and assumptions, but it’s this half that really gets me thinking. I tell myself that these guys are my best friends, but is that even a mutuality? Or am I just some tool that is brought along when it’s needed and cast aside when it’s not? I treat these guys like they’re my family, but why is it that I don’t feel like any of that is mutual? It’s this half of my brain that fosters the bitterness. The questions that rage inside my core that makes me want to point fingers and explode at them with the questions that I’ve been dying to ask. It’s this half that creates conflict within its own self. It makes me bitter for the lies that it tells me, and at the same time, makes me feel like a complete bitch for making big deals out of what are probably nothing. It’s an endless paradox, really- a never ending cycle of doubt.
