And What Else Could There Be?
Lilly says I should really screen new friends before letting them be new friends.
I never thought of myself as gullible, really I didn't. I fact, I took pride in the idea that I was too hard on people in that I didn't readily hand out my trust.
If anyone knows the Nen, they know that poetry, love, and family are 3 things you don't lie about.
Why? All 3 things touch the heart, all 3 things stem from the heart, all 3 things are exemplary of a person's character.
I was deceived to believe that certain amazing pieces of poetry were created by one person when in fact they are the creation of a musician from Barcelona. This just leads me to wonder...what else have I been lied to about? Do people think I'm that gullible?
Music and poetry make me so calm when my world is tumultuous. I take myself away when I write. I let everything spill out onto a readable surface, so that I can share it with other people.
It's one thing to get inspiration from the world, the music, and the people around you, it's another to pawn it off as your own and let people make asses out of themselves when they are handing you compliments on "your" talent.
Geez, so much for giving people the benefit of the doubt. So much for having some sort of faith that people don't go around lying to you. So much for a lot of things, I guess.
Megs and I are going to the Cubs game tomorrow. In secret, I really don't like baseball. I'm just going because it's fun to drink at the games, and it's even more fun to check out the beautiful Wrigleyville boys. Mmmmmm Wrigleyville boys....they're Wrigley-licious...you know the kind...the hotties with the blue eyes, button-down shirts, abercrombie or express fitted jeans, a baseball cap, sexy shaggy hair underneath the cap, and flip-flops if it's warm enough. Man those boys are damn adorable to me. Megbo can enjoy the game, I think she actually likes the Cubs, I can enjoy the "view."
Lizzle offered to buy me a case so that she can go to the game in my place. If it weren't for the "view" I just described above, I'd totally agree to that deal.
Today was national cute guy on the train day, I swear, they were everywhere!!! Megs, I'm telling you, ya gotta train it more often. At circuit city with lilly, the cashier's name was Shawn Tae. I thought that was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen on a name tag besides St. Patricks Day when my non-Irish friend Fivos wore a name tag at work that said "Kiss Me, I'm FIVOS." He took the label maker and covered the word Irish with his name. Thought that was genius.
Well darlings, I must shower, finish a spreadsheet for Dr. Satan's class, then get some beauty sleep for my wrigley-licious spectating....[droooooooool]
QOTD
"True, but I like my Nenny pink-lung'd. not black."
-Lilly-
"THEY'RE MOOD PANTS!"
-Lilly cracking a period joke-
I never thought of myself as gullible, really I didn't. I fact, I took pride in the idea that I was too hard on people in that I didn't readily hand out my trust.
If anyone knows the Nen, they know that poetry, love, and family are 3 things you don't lie about.
Why? All 3 things touch the heart, all 3 things stem from the heart, all 3 things are exemplary of a person's character.
I was deceived to believe that certain amazing pieces of poetry were created by one person when in fact they are the creation of a musician from Barcelona. This just leads me to wonder...what else have I been lied to about? Do people think I'm that gullible?
Music and poetry make me so calm when my world is tumultuous. I take myself away when I write. I let everything spill out onto a readable surface, so that I can share it with other people.
It's one thing to get inspiration from the world, the music, and the people around you, it's another to pawn it off as your own and let people make asses out of themselves when they are handing you compliments on "your" talent.
Geez, so much for giving people the benefit of the doubt. So much for having some sort of faith that people don't go around lying to you. So much for a lot of things, I guess.
Megs and I are going to the Cubs game tomorrow. In secret, I really don't like baseball. I'm just going because it's fun to drink at the games, and it's even more fun to check out the beautiful Wrigleyville boys. Mmmmmm Wrigleyville boys....they're Wrigley-licious...you know the kind...the hotties with the blue eyes, button-down shirts, abercrombie or express fitted jeans, a baseball cap, sexy shaggy hair underneath the cap, and flip-flops if it's warm enough. Man those boys are damn adorable to me. Megbo can enjoy the game, I think she actually likes the Cubs, I can enjoy the "view."
Lizzle offered to buy me a case so that she can go to the game in my place. If it weren't for the "view" I just described above, I'd totally agree to that deal.
Today was national cute guy on the train day, I swear, they were everywhere!!! Megs, I'm telling you, ya gotta train it more often. At circuit city with lilly, the cashier's name was Shawn Tae. I thought that was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen on a name tag besides St. Patricks Day when my non-Irish friend Fivos wore a name tag at work that said "Kiss Me, I'm FIVOS." He took the label maker and covered the word Irish with his name. Thought that was genius.
Well darlings, I must shower, finish a spreadsheet for Dr. Satan's class, then get some beauty sleep for my wrigley-licious spectating....[droooooooool]
QOTD
"True, but I like my Nenny pink-lung'd. not black."
-Lilly-
"THEY'RE MOOD PANTS!"
-Lilly cracking a period joke-
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 9:58 PM
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