May 29, 2012. Finally got a tweet from BGirl Shorty! woot woot! She is by far the only beatfreak I have not received a tweet from. So, yeah. hehe Oh, and she’s the girl Demi Lovato punched.
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Petron Avengers Tumbler Collectibles. These are from my sister’s boyfriend. I’ve been wanting to buy a Thor tumbler since last week and I’ve been mentioning it to my sister how badly I wanted to own one as well. lol When she arrived from an engagement party tonight, she surprised me with these. And no, they’re not from her, but they’re from her boyfriend. Hmm, even if I’m the youngest in the family, I still feel very protective of my sisters. So if buying me stuff (he has paid for dinner and bought me chocolate last week) is one of his ways to make me feel comfortable around him, then he should think otherwise. I’m not saying this in a rude way though. I appreciate the effort, really, but the things he’s willing to do for my sister is whut matter most to me. And of course I want a big brother image, I’ve always wanted one! There’s just no way my sister’s gonna get hurt again.
Thanks for the tumblers though! =)
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Childhood Book. I started reading Sweet Valley kids in 1st grade. I got addicted so I continued to read the rest of it, from Sweet Valley Twins, Jr. High, to Sweet Valley High. I loved Jessica Wakefield’s character a lot and I could relate to her as well, but I wanted to be like Elizabeth, a school nerd, who’s conscientious but still loves to have fun and writes in the school paper. I want to schedule a day where I’d only read Sweet Valley books and enjoy all the fruit shakes I could make.
Random Midnight Thought Bubble. I think I just became one of those weirdos people will find hard to understand. It is pretty hilarious. But sometimes, at the back of my mind, it’s tad disturbing. I used to only care about whut my friends and family think. But as I meet new people, and try to allow these people to get to know me, I then decide to put my guard up. Why? I hate being judged beforehand. I hate it. I hate it when my words are turned into a pathetic joke. It’s like I do not know who to trust. With that, I cannot at all feel like myself anymore. I miss the “self” that didn’t care about these things. Whut happened? Well I know whut DIDN’T happen…Respect. Respect never happened. Whut I choose to do for myself is purely none of your beeswax. Unless you’re a personal friend, or we share the same blood, lay off.
No one betrayed me or anything, fyi. Just a couple of annoyance, maybe. And I just love to rant on Tumblr ‘coz I can.