I just got through cleaning the kitchen, I gotta pee real bad but I just feel like standing here. I want to go in my room and write down recipe ideas I have, but my room is dirty ATM and I don’t feel like cleaning it! I’m actually in a cleaning mood (otherwise I wouldn’t have scrubbed the scuff marks off of the floor with Ajax at 1:30 in the morning) but like, I’m not in the mood to go to my room right now. The kitchen is bright and quiet.

Like 11 years later and I’m still smoking in the bathroom and listening to this song. Only difference is 11 years ago I was 11, and I’d have to wait for my father to finish smoking in the bathroom so that way when I would smoke in there nobody would know.
I miss the days when smoking was a secret. It was so much more enjoyable! Also my phones about to die so I better publish this before it does.

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Ok. So I just finished watching Frozen, and first of all, I haven’t seen a movie in years that made me feel so warm hearted. This movie even beats all of my Wes Anderson favs, by far!

Anyway, for some odd reason Frozen made me realize something:
If someone doesn’t know or show if they care about you, love you, or even value your friendship, after a years time, then they honestly don’t. Perhaps they like you, perhaps they find you attractive? However their feelings do not reach more than that.

When you love somebody, you want them to know. You want them to know how special they are. You want them to know that they’re loved.

When you care for somebody, you don’t give them a sign of mixed signals. Of course being myself I over analyze things, and might take it the wrong way if someone ignores me for a few days. But only because they have never gave you any type of insurance of letting you know by actually telling you that they care about you. So obviously your anxiety kicks in and a million things pop into your head wondering if you’re doing something wrong.

When you value someone’s friendship, you don’t just use them for one thing one day, and completely forget about them the next.

So, it doesn’t matter how much you love them, how much you care, or how much their friendship means to you.
You may feel that way, but they most likely don’t.

I’m not telling you to give up hope on love. Love is amazing! And if you love somebody, I hope and wish that they love you back for your sake.

Just in my case, I know that this is never going to work. And tonight I finally accept that. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving him, because honestly I still do, and perhaps I always will.

But it’s time to let go of: what if.

The best concert I have ever been to was when I was 14 and seen Bloc Party for the first time. I don’t know if it was just because I was young, but everything was great.

I got almost $200 on my Kasamba check that month and told my parents that I would pay for the tickets. But they pretended like the check never came in the mail because they absolutely did not want me going.

So then I called Live105 and gave some DJ that I forgot the name of a sappy story about how poor I am, and how I have no money to eat, etc. And I how much I really want to see Bloc Party because it will make my life feel better. And guess what? They gave me two free tickets!
But my dad said you can’t go unless you get three tickets, so that way there’s one for him, mom, and me. I then looked on Craigslist and found a ticket for just twenty bucks! I didn’t have $20 to purchase it, so I called the guy and said that it was my daughters birthday, and that I didn’t have any money to take her to see her favorite band. So he gave me the ticket for free.

Finally the day came. It was August 4th, 2006. My parents felt like they had no choice but to take me now.

As soon as I got there I felt as if I was drowning in joy. I seen Matt Tong come on stage for a split second, I screamed his name and he gave me the peace sign. Then a bunch of boring bands opened for them. One of them was Broken Social Scene, does anybody remember that crappy band?

And finally…

Bloc Party came one!

They played all of my favorite songs. They had so much energy performing, and it looked like they actually wanted to be there. It was Bloc Party at their best. The crowed was extremely nice to each other. Nobody seemed to mind a 14 year old girl jumping up and down and banging her head as if she was at a Iron Maiden concert.

After the show was over, I told myself that I was going to meet Russell Lissack, and I did!
A security guard helped me sneak backstage, she was a chubby ol’ black lady. And there he was! My mathematical music genius!
He hugged me and autographed my poopy image of Bloc Party that I printed out with hardly no ink left.
After so, I told him that my brother made music and asked if I could send some of my brothers stuff, he gave me his email and wished me a goodnight.

– The end.