- He loves me.
- I love him.
- I want to have children with him.
- He actually cares about me.
- I care about him.
- We’re happy together.
- Stability.
- He’ll take care of me.
- He’s musical.
- He wants to be with me.
- He has the ability to take care of me.
- He’d make an amazing father.
- Agreeable.
- He’s supportive.
- He’s open to me being a stay at home mom or working if I want.
- He loves dogs.
- He’s tall.
- Humor
- He compliments me all the time.
- He’s attractive.
- He’s family oriented.
- Makes me smile.
- He’s sweet.
- Affectionate.
- Never boring.
- My mom will love him.
- He wants to be around me.
- His family seems to like me.
- He’s a good person.
- He loves Assassin’s Creed as much as I do.
- He can cook.
Archive for the ‘June’ Category
I haven’t done any real writing a very long time, so let’s see what I can do now that I am just sitting and thinking about that. I’ve just been so busy lately. From moving in to getting settled and then going back to school because I am taking summer classes. I am ready for a summer break. Maybe when I actually have time I’ll just go down for a weekend or so and stay with my mom. That would be nice. Kind of like old times too. I think the summer before I came to college and weekends my senior year were the best for me. That’s when I would go to my mom’s apartment and we’d get a movie and either go out for some food or make something at home and we’d just crash and have fun together. Those were great times. I remember once I stayed there for like 5 days straight. It was a long weekend for school and I would go to work with her. It was all just so great.
Well this isn’t as long as I’d hope I would write, but it’s almost time for me to go to school. There are other things I still want to tell, but they will have to wait. And perhaps something I shouldn’t tell the world. Though I doubt highly my voice and thoughts are heard through out the world on this little blog.
Yeah, I know it’s an album from One Republic, but it just seemed to fit this post. I’s funny what dreams will tell you. They say the dreams are images from your subconscious of things you see during the day or any thing that really worries you. I wonder what the actual definition is…Well I can’t find any that I really like. But I think it’s interesting what dreams can tell us. A passing fancy, something you’ve thought about during the day, or just something totally random…
Just some random stuff today. I feel kind of weird because I didn’t sleep very much last night. I haven’t slept a lot in the past like week. A lot on my mind I guess…too much to think about…But I am kind of liking this…Hahaha!
It makes me wonder if you ever told them. I’ve always been am enemy to you. Take a lick bitch. I am poison fucking deadly.
Should I go? Yes or no? Knowing you has been a fucking disgrace. I’ll be so glad when I’ll never see your face. Never again…
Airplanes by B.o.B. ft. Hayley Williams
Posted: June 26, 2010 in JuneTags: airplanes, B.o.B., Hayley Williams, Lyrics, Music
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Yeah
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partyin’ and smashin’ and crashin’
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you’re staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
But that’s just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel
And they sayin’ what would you wish for
If you had one chance
So airplane airplane sorry I’m late
I’m on my way so don’t close that gate
If I don’t make that then I’ll switch my flight
And I’ll be right back at it by the end of the night
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Somebody take me back to the days
Before this was a job, before I got paid
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Yeah back when I was tryin’ to get a tip at subway
lyrics courtesy of http://www.killerhiphop.com
And back when I was rappin’ for the hell of it
But now a days we rappin’ to stay relevant
I’m guessin that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes
Then maybe yo maybe I’ll go back to the days
Before the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain’t nobody listened to my mix tape
And back before I tried to cover up my slang
But this is for Decatur, what’s up Bobby Ray
So can I get a wish to end the politics
And get back to the music that started this sh-t
So here I stand and then again I say
I’m hopin’ we can make some wishes outta airplanes
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
I use to really be into Twilight. I’d read all the books and I was way excited for the movies. But not so much now.
Is it odd that ever since I started this blog I’ve stopped writing things down in a journal or diary? I share my most random and weird thoughts with whoever wants to read it. Is that weird? I never really thought of it was weird until last night when I couldn’t sleep. And I kept getting thoughts like, “Well who really cares? People don’t have to read it and what if no one is really reading it?” So is it really a who cares situation? I think it is, but I think a lot of situations are like that…I think people should make their own decisions and that they should be free to do that. Personally I hate it when others make decisions for me. I mean there are times when it just really isn’t that big of a deal and it’s fine. Things like you pick the movie or you pick what’s for dinner. But things like should this be my bank or should I go to college here, I want to make those decisions for myself.