Everthings Just Wonderful

Branched from ashleeeybash. Daily thoughts, rants, gifs, awkward moments, etc.

SUMMER BUCKET LIST.

  1. DROP A WATERMELON LIKE I WANTED TO LAST SUMMER.
  2. State fair. 
  3. County fair x5
  4. Late night Kansai Sushi!
  5. Waterballoon fight. 
  6. Arroyo Reunion Picnic
  7. Santa Cruz x2 
  8. Great America, at least ONCE!
  9. BFD. 
  10. Shopping at Berkley 
  11. Go to a water park - Raging Waaaattaaahs! 
  12. Warped Tour. 
  13. Watch the sunset!
  14. Watch the sunrise!
  15. Learn to finally do hair and makeup! 
  16. Summer Scrapbook
  17. Buy an underwater camera and take loads of photooooss. 
  18. Midnight Premiere 
  19. Track down a famous personnnnn. 
  20. Buy the Wreck This Journal book.
  21. Finally go to the dang zoo. 
  22. Fentons! 
  23. Get a piercing 
  24. Cinnamon challenge it up.
  25. Drive in movie w/ Big Bertha and the back open! 
  26. Tie-dye a shirt
  27. Drive down 880 blasting music w/ windows down going … anywhere really. 

Frustration.

I love helping people. I have a tendency to put people before me but I put them so much before me that I forget about my own life. I’m so indulged into the other person’s feelings that mine don’t exist to me. Then I sit back and reflect. I don’t have that. I don’t have anyone that reaches out to me except for a few selected but even then I hate pouring my feelings to another person. I don’t want to seem like a burden which I probably am. 

I feel stressed. Overwhelmed. I try to keep my composure as best as I can but I have limits too. I cried way more than I thought I would, ever. This seriously brings me back memories of high school when I had the same emotions and feelings. This is disgusting, haha. Not really but who would have thought I’d be back to square one. I love being involved, but having the pressure to do so much? I can only take so much. 

I have a life too. I juggle life just as much as everyone else. I totally learned the fact that everyone has different schedules this semester and we are always ALL busy no matter what. But what is it.. Does it seem like I have no life? Does it seem like I can put down my priorities to fix yours? It seems like it. I’m exhausted. I can’t get time to myself anymore. One more week, that’s what I say but still. I feel like it’s the longest week ever. 

I want to say no. I want to be able to go home and finish my homework on time. I want to be able to play with my dog. I want to be able to take long naps. I want to be able to say yes when a friend asks to hang out. But I can’t. 

I’m pooped. 

Guide to college budgeting.

ashleeeybash:

So for one of my classes, our whole class is based off a blog. We could blog about anything really. I thought about blogging about something I actually really know about, which is being broke. So I started this blog and it’s taking its baby steps. Enjoy if you’re like me and you suck at saving money. Hopefully it’ll get better overtime. Feedback would be great. So would ideas and tips I could put on the blog. I’ll be sure to credit you. (:

I was thinking about keeping it private but that wouldn’t be fair. I suck at budgeting so some others should be bad at budgeting too…. right? 

Tell your friends about it. Your family. Give me some ideas. Tell me how you budget your money. Tell me some of your secrets I can shaaare! 

(via fyeahhighschoolmemories)

Honestly, we all have opinions and thoughts. I respect that. Sometimes, it’s better to not say what your two cents on what other people are thinking. Just saying. 

Don’t feel the need to tell you every little detail because honestly, you think you know me so well but you don’t. Sooooo. I’ll just stop trying to prove you wrong. That’s all. 

Sometimes I always wonder what the heck happened to me. Like, I look back at my high school years. I look back to freshmen year and I sit and really think about it. I hung out with anyone and everyone. I was free to hang out with some random people I wouldn’t even thought of and I wasn’t awkward or afraid. I always wonder what happened in that short time span from then to now that made me so … unwilling to hang out with a lot of people. I need to change that. I really do. But then again, I see what did happen and it brings back a lot of scars and memories to tell you the truth. And it sucks. At the time of those incidents, I didn’t think it would hit me back in the face later on in life and now here I am still haunted by those memories. I tell myself to noooot think about it. But it’s difficult. I mean who can let that go? 

But! I am very happy that this is the only I am worked up about and I don’t really have much to think about as of now. Cept school. School school school. Life is amazings. 

I’m SUCH a Robin.

#1: I’m excited to see who your new crush is this semester. 
#2: No time for that at all. I need to focus on my career! 

And leeeet’s be honest. What will I do when I have a crush? Do what I’ve always been doing, stare from afar and drool.  I’m reaaaady for you Spring Semester! 

I gave up having a friendship with people unless the feelings were mutual and they wanted to be friends with me.

I find that having friends and having friends are two different thing. I have the hi-bye friends. (I know, I made a post about this before) but then I have those close friends. I realized it takes too much time trying to communicate with friends that don’t even take the time to do anything so I store that in my memory and remember it for later. You want to hang out? Yes. I will plan anything in my power to hang out with you. But then ten seconds later I hear excuse after excuse that you can’t hang out so when I hear “OMG LET’S HANG OUT. HAVEN’T SEEN YOU FOREVER!” I nod my head in response when all I hear is, “I’m just saying this out of niceness.” Unless I know we haven’t tried to work something out, your words don’t really mean the same as they did the first time. Does this make sense? 

My room.

You know, my room isn’t just the place I fall asleep in every day. There’s so many memories in this room. The day after JAMAKERJFM. My 14th birthday party. The days where we would have water fights outside my house and come in and just chill. The photos on my wall go back to 8th grade. I love it when my friends come over and they try to find their face somewhere on the wall. The little posters and artwork? Some of them came from my friend or some of them are a little memory that I enjoyed so so much. My room is a whole memory box to me. I always find something new when I clean. Something that takes me back a few years back and makes me laugh at myself for being basically.. so stupid. Ha.