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Name: Theresa
Birthday: 5/5/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Television Production, Documentaries, World Peace, Diplomacy, History, Films, Dance, Drum, Photography, Computers, Languages,
Occupation: Student and Lover
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AIM:  PrpleliciousStar
Member Since:
11/29/2004
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| I accomplished something great today.........
something, I think, is 19 years in the making.
This is big step of growing up. and I did it with a smile. with confidence. with love. etc.
I did it well.
So future Theresa: always remember today with a smile of glorious satisfaction. Today, I was awesome. Tomorrow, I will be awesome, still.
ANYHOO.
My parents also became American citizens today.
TOLD YOU TODAY IS EPIC! | | |
| In a moment of panic...
Okay, let me start over.
Basically I was google-ing myself, because I wanted to see if I am on IMDB. (I'm not, yet.) And I realized that my twitter account is google-able.
A couple days before that, a friend of mine had told me rather dramatically that I should protect myself on twitter. Some things are meant to be private and I should keep my heart aches to myself, especially since I'm a sensitive girl.
Mmmmmm. Okay.
So when I saw my twitter as a search result on google, it flashed back that "Oh, wow. People can read al of my heart aches and mind barfs and what not. That's not good. I have no idea what people are going to think of me."
So in a moment of panic... I deleted my twitter.
Now I realized that twitter was actually a really great way for me to keep track on news (I followed nytimes, washingtonpost, cnn, etc).
It was always a really great way for me to keep a 140 character diary of what happened each day. Musings, findings, whatnot. Like today... Teen boys are lame, but their friendships are amusing. (inspired by Y Tu Mama Tambian) and Paul Newman is so cool and so beautiful. (Cool Hand Luke).
Where am I going to have that news resource and that mind regurgitations? | | |
| I'm not alone, I wish I was.
Cause then I'd know, I was down because
I couldn't find, a friend around
To love me like, they do right now.
They do right now.
I'm dizzy from the shopping malls
I searched for joy, but I bought it all
It doesn't help the hunger pains
and a thirst I'd have to drown first to ever satiate
Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
something's missing
And I don't know what it is
At all
When autumn comes, it doesnt ask.
It just walks in, where it left you last.
And you never know, when it starts
Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart:
Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
something's missing
And I don't know what it is
At all
I can't be sure that this state of mind, is not of my own design
I wish there was an over the counter test, for loneliness.
For loneliness like this.
Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is
Something's different
And i don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is
Friends -check- Money -check- A well slept -check-
Opposite sex -check- Guitar -check- Microphone -check-
Messages waiting for me, when i come home -check-
How come everything I think I need, always comes with batteries
What do you think it means
How come everything I think I need, always comes with batteries
What do you think it means | | |
| You know what?
I got this great guy, he's great.
He loves me. Or he's under the impression that he loves me. He smokes. He accepts me as who I am.
No, he thinks I'm better than I actually am.
He cares for me. He makes me feel good inside. He makes me smile. And tingly on the inside.
Sometimes I think about him and I smile.
But when I think about him, I smile. Wider.
I love it when he looks at me.
No, but it's when he doesn't look at me. That drives me crazy.
Why isn't he looking at me?-How do I get him to look at me. He's so perfect.-Why is he single.-Can I have him?-How do I make him like me?
I go crazy. Really.
All for the sake of making a guy who doesn't like me like me. When I already got a great guy who is under the impression that he loves me.
And for all the reasons I just listed above, there is no reason for not liking him.
But I can't get him out of my mind.
Which sucks. Because I know when I go back to him, when I force myself to go back to him, everything is going to be so dull. I'm going to be looking for the thrill of making a man who doesn't love me to fall in love with me.
Now everything is over. I know I will never go back to the satisfaction of having someone who cares for me.
My totally satisfactory relationship will end.
And I am not going to get the guy.
See... what you did? | | |
| "Though I trust the friends of the proposed Constitution will never concur with its enemies, in questioning that fundamental principle of republican government, which admits the right of the people to alter or abolish the established Constitution, whenever they find it inconsistent with their happiness, yet it is not to be inferred from this principle, that the representatives of the people, whenever a momentary inclination happens to lay hold of a majority of their constituents, incompatible with the provisions in the existing Constitution, would, on that account, be justifiable in a violation of those provisions; or that the courts would be under a greater obligation to connive at infractions in this shape, than when they had proceeded wholly from the cabals of the representative body.."
-- Alexander Hamilon, Federalist Paper No. 78 | | |
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