Day 3: 5 things that irritate you about the opposite sex/same sex
opposite sex: 1) cockiness. 2) obnoxious and unneccesarily loud personality. 3) unless you can prove me wrong…no guy knows how to work the clit. pahahah sorry it had to be said..cause it does irritate me 4) if they are not easy to talk to 5) if they are judgemental. i almost hate that more in guys than girls.
same sex: 1) talk stupid or baby-like on purpose, but you can tell they think it sounds real. 2) ask annoying questions in school/make annoying noises in school/laugh obnoxiously in school. 3) not having any fashion sense at all and thinking you do and wasting money to get ugly useless garbage clothes and accessories when your family doesnt even have the money to spare on you trying to “fit in”. 4) only talk about themselves. 5) always have something to complain about.
“The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.”—
ive mostly been compared to lindsay lohan. probably only because our our hair and freckles…
and then randomly in freshman year lydia chen said i looked like the model lily cole….so i looked her up after that to see what she looks like and i totally do not look like her haha. she just has red hair. so thats pretty much all people relate me with. red hair. i am defined by my hair color for some people. pretty shallow if you think about it. but i dont really mind it, cause i mean..thats how they define me, not how i define myself. so it doesnt matter. haha
i love my dad. that answer is pretty predictable to anyone who knows me. i love him because of how alike we are. i mean, as much of him that i can remember, is pretty similar to me. but memory aside, my intuition tells me we are alike. i love him because i can depend on him, i am never without him, he is the only person i can trust. i love him because he has never let me down. i love him because he has made me who i am today - for better or for worse. he is hidden behind every decision i make. he is the reason i make mistakes, and the reason i learn from my mistakes. while i write this, i realize i do not give myself any credit….people have always told me that..its always been a comment ive never had anything to say back to. okay this is totally getting off topic but it needs to come out since its come up. my mom had a miscarriage before she got pregnant with me. i believe i was born to get my father through cancer. as a newborn and a toddler, i was his source of light, and escape. i am always told stories of how he would spend hours with me and how i could make him smile in any situation even if i just looked at him. we live off each other. but his time came, taking mine with him. at least thats how i feel. i know i have a soul because i am very in touch with it…but i just dont know who i am without my dad. its the weirdest thing to think that 8 years have gone by. my mom just called me to come downstairs and my mind is other places now, but before i stop rambling ill just try to put my answer in a nutshell; i love my dad because he is the reason i live, the reason i love, the reason i know what love even is..he is the air i breathe.