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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Question
Hey Zeph I have a question? Are we just supposed to follow the prompts or can we post other stuff too? Like what happened today or something else too?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sorry
I'm really sorry not being able to blog for a while. School is SUPER busy and stuff is happening between my friends. I'll have to respond to prompt 2 later, I guess.
NEWS ON THE CORRUPTION OF THE LAYOUT
I am about ready to kill myself. I worked at least 3 and a half hours modifying the TDP layout, and I had to switch to a loaded blogger template in order to add the new link sidebar, which will help us to find exactly the post we're looking for and who it was by when we need to find it. Blogger said that they kept a backup of the original template so I could revert to it, and now there is nothing of the sort. I so angry that blogger lied to me. I'm not even being sarcastic. I worked so damn hard on that stupid layout. I do not have the mental clarity nor the will to work on putting this site back together the way it was. I am just too irritated for that. Hopefully it will be back up soon. I'm beginning to hate that stupid link sidebar idea. It's what fucked everything up.
We have a new team member, Bjork. Welcome, thank you for posting so soon.
Everyone else-we're doing great so far, let's keep up on the "daily" bit now that there's a lot of us.
I am now declaring an official "requirement" that you post once a week. The "requirement" is in quotes because if you have a problem or something happens and you can't post once a week, that's fine, just please tell me about it if it's something planned, like a vacation or something. I'll understand that you were probably running into difficulties if you don't post for a while. I don't want you to stress about getting on and posting if you have a lot worse things to stress about. So don't worry about it. Hopefully I won't have to do this, but if any team member was to become inactive (Like, if you disappear without a trace for a couple of months or more) they will be removed from the site. This is a "just in case" thing, I've been at a lot of sites where people just out-of-the-blue decide to not show up any more, and TDP needs to be really active and we all need to work with each other. Thanks everyone!
Prompt Two Response (Lessons)
I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get around to writing this. I haven't felt inspired or anything lately. But I do apologize. And I don't feel incredibly inspired right now, either, but I feel like I've put this off too long so I'm writing it anyway.
A lesson I've learned... well, it's going to sound terribly corny and similar to some of the crap they force-feed you in English class when you learn about symbolism. Since my mom's eyes have been getting worse and worse, I've learned to cherish everything more. I don't know what it's like to not be able to see well, to have to have your co-workers say "Hi, it's So-And-So," as they're walking down the hallway toward you so that you know who they are before they're standing right in front of you. That's the case with my mom. Her peripheral vision's gotten so bad that she can't drive anymore, and her friends and my dad give her rides to places she needs to go. I guess from this I've learned that you need to savor everything you have, because you could lose it in a second. Hold on to whatever you love and don't let it go, because if you do it could be gone forever.
Summary of my lesson: cherish what you have, and don't waste time thinking about what you don't.
I'm sorry this is short and bland and uninspiring and not very well written, but like I said, I'm not feeling very inspired. I promise - next prompt, I'll try and do better. This post sucked.
All the best,
aravis
A lesson I've learned... well, it's going to sound terribly corny and similar to some of the crap they force-feed you in English class when you learn about symbolism. Since my mom's eyes have been getting worse and worse, I've learned to cherish everything more. I don't know what it's like to not be able to see well, to have to have your co-workers say "Hi, it's So-And-So," as they're walking down the hallway toward you so that you know who they are before they're standing right in front of you. That's the case with my mom. Her peripheral vision's gotten so bad that she can't drive anymore, and her friends and my dad give her rides to places she needs to go. I guess from this I've learned that you need to savor everything you have, because you could lose it in a second. Hold on to whatever you love and don't let it go, because if you do it could be gone forever.
Summary of my lesson: cherish what you have, and don't waste time thinking about what you don't.
I'm sorry this is short and bland and uninspiring and not very well written, but like I said, I'm not feeling very inspired. I promise - next prompt, I'll try and do better. This post sucked.
All the best,
aravis
Lessons- Bjork
I bet we have all already learned this lesson from middle school, but if anything ever comes your way like rumors or such, just don't even say anything at all about them.
You know the game "telephone" where you all sit in a circle and someone says something and it goes around the circle and in the end, you could hear something far from what was originally said? It's pretty much like that.
Also, when guys tell you something, in my case they usually want sympathy. They don't want to know they're or they were wrong. Has anyone had a problem where someone tells you something and you give them advice and really all they want is sympathy and they get mad? When I was younger I tried to help TOO much because i wanted to help people, and then one time.. I just totally gave up on helping. And there is an example down below:
I take things the wrong way all the time. And I feel kind of crappy about it too. When my friend Cam told me he was bipolar and started cutting (even his face) I basically just told him just to get over it. I was in 7th grade and didn't even know the definition on "emotional" or "bipolar".
Now I realize... it was bigger than that and I feel SO crappy about it and we are still really good friends, but when i see those scars I want to break down and cry. It breaks my heart to know one of best friends was hurting themselves physically and mentally, and i blew it off and ... really didn't care. I suppose I didn't really understand, but still. He did get professional help and he is totally OK and happy and better than ever but hes told me so much about it and I'm a much better friend now. How he smoked with a girl who got pregnant (she was 13 at the time. Our school is messed up...) and it makes me so upset.
Don't blow anything off when you see your friend is going through something like that. I'm just glad he's OK and I have learned my lesson even through his time of tragedy.
You know the game "telephone" where you all sit in a circle and someone says something and it goes around the circle and in the end, you could hear something far from what was originally said? It's pretty much like that.
Also, when guys tell you something, in my case they usually want sympathy. They don't want to know they're or they were wrong. Has anyone had a problem where someone tells you something and you give them advice and really all they want is sympathy and they get mad? When I was younger I tried to help TOO much because i wanted to help people, and then one time.. I just totally gave up on helping. And there is an example down below:
I take things the wrong way all the time. And I feel kind of crappy about it too. When my friend Cam told me he was bipolar and started cutting (even his face) I basically just told him just to get over it. I was in 7th grade and didn't even know the definition on "emotional" or "bipolar".
Now I realize... it was bigger than that and I feel SO crappy about it and we are still really good friends, but when i see those scars I want to break down and cry. It breaks my heart to know one of best friends was hurting themselves physically and mentally, and i blew it off and ... really didn't care. I suppose I didn't really understand, but still. He did get professional help and he is totally OK and happy and better than ever but hes told me so much about it and I'm a much better friend now. How he smoked with a girl who got pregnant (she was 13 at the time. Our school is messed up...) and it makes me so upset.
Don't blow anything off when you see your friend is going through something like that. I'm just glad he's OK and I have learned my lesson even through his time of tragedy.
My Intro- Bjork
First of all, Zeph, this is an awesome website.
I hardy relate to most of you on here.
I do have lots of friends, no money problems and ya I'm just feeling extremely lucky right now. And some how it's making me feel really guilty. Also, I've never hurt myself on purpose...
But I have had slippery slopes in school. That's all mostly.
Let me start at the beginning. In 5th grade, I was super shy, tall girl, a circle of friends. A big circle of friends. And I didn't come to understand they weren't really my friends until later...
Our soccer program in our town sucked, and all the coaches eventually quit on us, so i was eventually forced to go play in another small town if I wanted to play at all. Soccer was my favorite thing in the world, and it still is.
So I go there and all the girls on my team are complete idiots and preppy and called me things behind my back. Everyone got teased. It wasn't just one girl or 2 who were like this, it was everyone. Everyone. Not one person was nice to me. On my first practice i remember we were doing a drill and two girls were talking and they were bff. Then one goes to kick the ball and the other is still by me and she goes "Omg. She is such a f*n bitch." And she didn't say that like she was kidding either. I was still shy and didn't say anything the whole 2 years i played there.
But even if I didn't think it was changing me that I started playing there, it was. I became more stronger and trained myself so nothing would get to me. Nothing at all.
Also, I lost lots of weight. I was a chubby tall kid a while ago, and over that small period of time, I looked like everyone else. I looked a whole lot better.
In 6th grade i had a best friend named Kristin. She was always mean to me and would spread rumors about me to look bigger and crap that would hurt me, and then she would blame it on someone who she thought could take the heat. After 3 years of being blind, I finally figured that out and moved to a different lunch table. (I say that because you are bff with the people you sit with at lunch. It's kind of a dumb tradition kind of thing).
I didn't know this, but other people felt the same way as i did. Around... 12 people. (There were about 16 people in our "Group") They are now my closest friends. The people who wanted to stay the same and figured they'd be popular if they stayed bitches, stayed with Kristin. That was their way. I didn't care. I'd delt with it before.
She figured I was "stealing" her friends and then she'd get mad and spread nasty rumors about me saying things about other people. And from my soccer team experiance, I never let anything get to me. She finally gave up after 1 year. I never fought back.
So basicly, that's my whole life story up until now. Everything else, I'm perfectly fine. I have 2 bff. They are super close, but i'm close to everyone else too and very well liked in school.
I don't trust anyone really. No one because the people you think you are so close to can turn against you in a snap.
A lot of people choose who they think is the strongest person and blame a rumor on them. So I just laugh when a rumor goes around.
I can never agree with anyone on anything. That's what my dad tells me. I always try to prove someone wrong.
I have...well.. (had? not sure) a friend named Caleb. He is totally inlove with my friend and is very.. very.. over protective of her. We talked on IM and he would say something and i would say "No. Caleb your wrong." And prove him wrong. He would get really mad. But I guess that's just how I am. I have to make a point if i think against something. I guess we're not friends anymore.
Oh and i'm also kind of upset that he's inlove with my friend because he never leaves us alone and she hangs out with him and gives him false hope and she doens't get that.
Also, If someone says something and I have to repeat myself and it totlaly makes sense to me (From algebra to... say... why i think the pilgrims should have blah blah) It totally makes me CRAAAZY. I hate wasting time and not getting to the point.
We have a lot of secrets in my family, so I've developed ANOTHER pet peeve. When people don't tell me things. I never understood why everyone moved to Cali, I never knew anything about my granpa, (I haven't seen him since my gram died when i was 6 and... he lives in the same town.) That's a lot of years. I never understood, so why don't people tell me things? It kind of drives me up the wall...
I hope you all aren't upset with me writing so much. :) I guess i"m bored. SO... sorry. :D
I hardy relate to most of you on here.
I do have lots of friends, no money problems and ya I'm just feeling extremely lucky right now. And some how it's making me feel really guilty. Also, I've never hurt myself on purpose...
But I have had slippery slopes in school. That's all mostly.
Let me start at the beginning. In 5th grade, I was super shy, tall girl, a circle of friends. A big circle of friends. And I didn't come to understand they weren't really my friends until later...
Our soccer program in our town sucked, and all the coaches eventually quit on us, so i was eventually forced to go play in another small town if I wanted to play at all. Soccer was my favorite thing in the world, and it still is.
So I go there and all the girls on my team are complete idiots and preppy and called me things behind my back. Everyone got teased. It wasn't just one girl or 2 who were like this, it was everyone. Everyone. Not one person was nice to me. On my first practice i remember we were doing a drill and two girls were talking and they were bff. Then one goes to kick the ball and the other is still by me and she goes "Omg. She is such a f*n bitch." And she didn't say that like she was kidding either. I was still shy and didn't say anything the whole 2 years i played there.
But even if I didn't think it was changing me that I started playing there, it was. I became more stronger and trained myself so nothing would get to me. Nothing at all.
Also, I lost lots of weight. I was a chubby tall kid a while ago, and over that small period of time, I looked like everyone else. I looked a whole lot better.
In 6th grade i had a best friend named Kristin. She was always mean to me and would spread rumors about me to look bigger and crap that would hurt me, and then she would blame it on someone who she thought could take the heat. After 3 years of being blind, I finally figured that out and moved to a different lunch table. (I say that because you are bff with the people you sit with at lunch. It's kind of a dumb tradition kind of thing).
I didn't know this, but other people felt the same way as i did. Around... 12 people. (There were about 16 people in our "Group") They are now my closest friends. The people who wanted to stay the same and figured they'd be popular if they stayed bitches, stayed with Kristin. That was their way. I didn't care. I'd delt with it before.
She figured I was "stealing" her friends and then she'd get mad and spread nasty rumors about me saying things about other people. And from my soccer team experiance, I never let anything get to me. She finally gave up after 1 year. I never fought back.
So basicly, that's my whole life story up until now. Everything else, I'm perfectly fine. I have 2 bff. They are super close, but i'm close to everyone else too and very well liked in school.
I don't trust anyone really. No one because the people you think you are so close to can turn against you in a snap.
A lot of people choose who they think is the strongest person and blame a rumor on them. So I just laugh when a rumor goes around.
I can never agree with anyone on anything. That's what my dad tells me. I always try to prove someone wrong.
I have...well.. (had? not sure) a friend named Caleb. He is totally inlove with my friend and is very.. very.. over protective of her. We talked on IM and he would say something and i would say "No. Caleb your wrong." And prove him wrong. He would get really mad. But I guess that's just how I am. I have to make a point if i think against something. I guess we're not friends anymore.
Oh and i'm also kind of upset that he's inlove with my friend because he never leaves us alone and she hangs out with him and gives him false hope and she doens't get that.
Also, If someone says something and I have to repeat myself and it totlaly makes sense to me (From algebra to... say... why i think the pilgrims should have blah blah) It totally makes me CRAAAZY. I hate wasting time and not getting to the point.
We have a lot of secrets in my family, so I've developed ANOTHER pet peeve. When people don't tell me things. I never understood why everyone moved to Cali, I never knew anything about my granpa, (I haven't seen him since my gram died when i was 6 and... he lives in the same town.) That's a lot of years. I never understood, so why don't people tell me things? It kind of drives me up the wall...
I hope you all aren't upset with me writing so much. :) I guess i"m bored. SO... sorry. :D
Friday, November 14, 2008
Eeek!
I'm sorry I haven't posted a Prompt numero dos reply yet.
Inspiration is pending :D Also, I've been pretty busy with school essays, so I haven't been in the greatest mood.
But I'm pretty bored right now, so I'll post this.
I may or may not have my prompt reply up tonight or tomorrow.
Oh,andIfuckedup.
Inspiration is pending :D Also, I've been pretty busy with school essays, so I haven't been in the greatest mood.
But I'm pretty bored right now, so I'll post this.
I may or may not have my prompt reply up tonight or tomorrow.
Oh,andIfuckedup.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I just made a HUGE mistake.
And I mean HUGE.
I just made my BFFL mad at me.
Why?
Because of a scene bitch.
Well, actually the scene bitch is my friend too, so I probably shouldn't really call her that.
Anyway...
My BFFL wrote this as her MSN topic:
"You turned your back on me really easily.. I thought you were my friend but still thanks for everything..This is the edn of OUR FRIENDSHIP. Bye..."
You get what I mean?
I feel really crappy right now.
I need help.
I need to fix this.
Anyone out there?
Oh well. I just lost something that was great and fun. And deep. And perfect.
Why?
Because of a scene bitch.
And everyone(a.k.a. my other BFFLs) is saying that she's the one being unreasonable...
But in that case...
Why do I feel guilty?
I just made my BFFL mad at me.
Why?
Because of a scene bitch.
Well, actually the scene bitch is my friend too, so I probably shouldn't really call her that.
Anyway...
My BFFL wrote this as her MSN topic:
"You turned your back on me really easily.. I thought you were my friend but still thanks for everything..This is the edn of OUR FRIENDSHIP. Bye..."
You get what I mean?
I feel really crappy right now.
I need help.
I need to fix this.
Anyone out there?
Oh well. I just lost something that was great and fun. And deep. And perfect.
Why?
Because of a scene bitch.
And everyone(a.k.a. my other BFFLs) is saying that she's the one being unreasonable...
But in that case...
Why do I feel guilty?
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Dentists
Yes Darling, The Dentist
He pokes and shoves, picks and taps, and most obviously he puts oddly shaped things in your mouth, like; those nasty little fluoride things, those little X-RAY guys, pointed metal objects thats water+vacuum ensemble, the list goes on. Now the only reason I'm saying these unenjoyable things is because I was there yesterday, I was sent to get a "habit appliance" as they so quaintly named it, what this thing does as acts like a fence to stop my tongue from pushing forward and thus pushing my teeth forward, then this lucky little girl gets braces, I haven't had it for 24 hours and I already want to rip it out, but alas it's cemented in there, so in a year or so (one to two years) the cement will start to deteriorate and the "habit appliance" will come out
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