Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I hate it

when crazy ex-wife is more important than blood related daughter.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Seriously?

Seriously? I hate it when people judge me, or others, when they don't know me. At all. Please please please. Get to know others before you judge them, you can lose "friends" that way.


Friday, October 10, 2008

things to think about

A friend of mine was talking to me about how she misses her mom. In short, she's planning on getting married and doesn't have that motherly influence to calm her nerves and to be there with her. I feel bad for her. I don't think you should ever have to lose a parent at a young age. Yes, that did happen to me when I lost my mom when I was 11, but I'm stronger emotionally than she is. (my dear, if you're reading this I sincerely hope you don't get offended.) I feel like it's a common knowledge in between us. She's still sad about not having her there. I know I will when start planning my wedding. It's something you want to experience with your mom. Hopefully, I'll have an amazing soon to be mother-in-law that will help me along the way. My sisters are amazing, and I know they'll be there for me... anyway.

It's just a sad thing to be sad over.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

It's like a limb-torn arm.

I went to church at my BYU-Idaho ward today. As usual, there is nothing worse than seeing skimpy dresses accompanied with leggings at sacrament. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. I don't see how people find that modest. I suppose that it shouldn't bother me as much as it does. Oh well.

On a happier side, church was wonderful. I love learning more about Joseph Smith. He was an amazing man! Goodness gracious.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Fresh Baked Muffins

So, I find it interesting how dedicated people are to their friends. It makes sense, doesn't it? Good friends, together until the end. haha. But when I think about myself, I don't really dedicate my whole self to friends. I'm always guarded, and I feel like I read people really well. This one friend for example, she always tells the same story everyday for like a week depending on who she sees. It shouldn't bother me, right? But what if the story gets ever most imaginative and full of junk each time? Should I step in, make her look like a fool, or should I stay quiet and don't worry about it? It's hard for me to take sometimes, because that is how she gets her sympathy votes and her friends wrapped around her finger. But of course, she claims she doesn't do it on purpose, but for the sake of me, having to hear that story so often. Cha. Yeah, right. I don't think I can be her friend while she dates people, either. I can't stand the fact that they fall over her every exaggerated story and her neediness. Ugh. Disgusting.

Also, she's explained to me how she hates that I call her out on different things. Tough luck, girly. I do that to everyone. Okay. I'm finished.

Monday, May 12, 2008

eh-oh-vee-ee

I hate it when people use their age as an excuse for not knowing what love is. Or inexperience. I hate hate hate it. Love a feeling of selflessness. You would do anything for that person. Age has nothing to do with it. Of course you have to get to the point where cooties are nonexistent, and that you know what making out is. But still, you can't use age as a scapegoat. I just don't understand people.