remember when connecting to the internet sounded like it was performing an exorcism
OH MY GOODNESS HAHAHAHAHA I had dial up for the longest time! I would kick off my brother from the internet just so I could go on. Ohhhh the times when people in the same house couldn’t be online at the same time loool
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God I can’t stand this.
I think it’s adorable sometimes. :P
This is me, like everytime haha
This is Christian everyday when he goes to work. There’s just something about my guy in a suit.. <3
I don’t know what’s wrong with my body.
Ever since I’ve been staying at my parents house in Tracy, I’ve been up til around 5am.. not waking up til like.. right now. I hate it! But I just can’t get myself to sleep early anymore. Perhaps it’s me enjoying the freedom to wake up and go to bed whenever I want?
Surprisingly I haven’t been wanting to go out all the time. I’m content just staying home all day spending time with my sister and family.
Basically, I’ve been a loser-bum and I have no problem with it haha
My boyfriend can make me want to pull my hair out sometimes. But I gotta admit, when he surprises me he does a damn good job of it :)
Mehr,
I noticed in quite a bit of my photos that I look different in each one. That’s kind of upsetting because I don’t want people to think I don’t look the way I do in my photos! (Not that I should even care what people think right??)
I look different because of my colored contacts, and just recently I wore my clear ones so you can see my real eyes.. my hair color used to change about every month until lately when I decided my hair is just too dead now.. my hair length changed, dark tanned summer skin, light paler winter skin, I wear my make-up different all of the time, idk man. I’m just a fucking chameleon when it comes to my appearances. hahaha.
This post was so useless. and stupid.
“Do good anyway..”
“People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway. If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway. What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway. Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway. In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.” -Mother Teresa
As of lately I’ve been feeling so frustrated. Over the past few years I’ve been working on myself and trying to be a better person and I feel like I keep getting setback
At midnight of my birthday a week or so ago.. someone I gave my all to at one point, who eventually became just an acquaintance to me and is the reason I even met the guy I’m currently dating slapped me for no apparent reason. Well it might have been the alcohol or the drugs he was on.. but it doesn’t matter. He walked up to my side of the car and just hit me. I was in so much shock I didn’t even want to hit him back.. I just broke down crying, hysterically.
{Did that really just happen?}
I just couldn’t believe that even though he has turned into a complete stranger from when we first met, and even after what we’ve been through.. he did that to me. I’ve ALWAYS been a good person to him and this is how he treats me.. I mean it wasn’t the hardest slap, but it was hard enough to count.
I kept him company over text when he had a bad trip after trying salvia for the first time. Christian and I picked him up from a bar he got kicked out of. I was willing to do anything for him at one point. When we used to ‘talk’, my friends would always nag me about why I’m even interested in him and I’d defend him from everyone.. that they didn’t know him like I did. That he had a side to him that nobody knew about. Even though these days I didn’t even like him much, if he needed me I still would be there for him.
From that point I thought to myself.. is this what happens when you are good to people you don’t even fucking like? What’s the point of being a good person when it isn’t even appreciated or acknowledged by anyone?
Then I thought back on the quote by Mother Teresa. The person you choose to be isn’t between you and anyone else - except the man upstairs. I should be a good person and good to people because I want to be, not for any more than that. Give your best at all times, no matter who/what knocks you down.
My favorite part of was ‘People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway. Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.’
It really reminded me of him. Now I just need to work on the forgiveness part, because I have a shit ton of pride and I’m not sure if I can just forgive him for doing something to me that I have always felt so strongly against.
Mehr.
I was never able to upload Coachella photos on my tumblr. Here’s a few, the rest are on my Instagram and I am too lazy to upload them on here haha
Already pumped for next year’s. This time I will be going to weekend 1 :)
Not saying that I think that all of the 99% are people who just aren’t trying hard enough, I know that there are a lot of people out there who just are working hard or trying to and just aren’t getting what they deserve. However, I see a lot of students, at my school at least, that seem to think that the luxe life should be handed over to them. I don’t want to generalize, but I do think that a lot of students need to be more financially responsible.
They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.
Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”
He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you,
Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.
The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
“C’mere boy.”
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”oh my god im crying
just had to reblog it.
So cute
OMG. First post I’ve read after being hiatus from Tumblr and this made me tear up :(
Let’s see how light I can go without it getting ugly, or even more damaged, ha.
