“Le a biens”
Noun- definition: gay bitch who can’t spell
“I’m a le a biens Guys!!” -Majesticlesbiankira
End Of Semester Stress and (possible?) Solutions
Finally, Winter Break. A time when you can recuperate after all the harshness of school. Albeit there is break homework for a select few of us. Its even worse if you’re in an AP class. But even though we have this time to recover, some of us (I included) are stressing. Final day of Semester ends today. For people like me, its a time that we reflect on all the stuff that we have failed to do. The one essay your didn’t do. The notes that you didn’t turn in. What you missed because you were sick. All these things make us regret what we have done. All the procrastinating the messing around when we are supposed to be doing work, all the hours spent on the internet, playing games, texting friends, or even doing anything else. All of it came to us in a sudden realization in one moment when it is the most drastic. We all freak out and start regretting everything. The moment started for me. Now, I try to hurry and finish somethings that I can right now. Stuff due last week or anything. Maybe next semester we can fix ourselves. Or maybe we are lost causes. My take on this is made up 2 crucial things. The environment that you are in and the willingness that you have. Cluttered environments with many distractions usually are your downfall. Not being able to everything all you have to do is a curse. The only cure to all this is to say to yourself, “I gotta do this” I know that there are people who have very short attention spans and don’t like doing work, but there must be something that can help motivate. “After I do this, I can draw.” “After this, I’ll play some games.” Don’t make your leisure time all the time. As much as I hate homework, I have to do it. But i get distracted. Once i get home, I turn on my Xbox and my laptop and I fade away. I plan to fix this somehow. I hope everyone else can too.
WOOOO SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS WIN THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!!
I am one of these people that does this when sports teams win. I am a sports fanatic. Only for Giants and 49ers though. Strictly SF oriented. I go to extremes and out-right support these players. I would spend my money for them and all. I have 2 sides to the topic of Sports fans for i both love and hate them.
Side 1: The Fanatic:
These are the people that parade up and down the place screaming their head off. Blowing air horns. Honking their car’s horn. And doing anything they can to show their spirit. IT ANNOYS ME SOMETIMES. They get on my nerves. My sister and my dad are huge fanatics. They are the ones that got me into it. When they get nervous or anxious, they start to be different. My sister punches and hits me. MY dad get annoyed at everything I do. It pisses me off to an extent to where i don’t want to be a part of the team. It also gets on my nerves when I’m doing homework and there is a game on and I can’t concentrate on it!
Side 2: The Pessimist:
These people piss me off more than the fans themselves. And i get that there are people that don’t watch or like sports, but this isn’t made for them. This is made for the people that do nothing but complain. All they do is complain and complain and BITCH ABOUT EVERYTHING. My friend, a very good one, bitches about everything and i makes me want to punch him in the face! TWICE! He complains about not being able to sleep tonight, when he stays up until 3 anyway. And if you look on his Facebook, it is mainly him bitching about something. It pisses me off to such a degree.
I get it people, sports isn’t for everyone. But we need to learn to live in peace. Tolerate each other for what the other one does. Let the Sports fans cheer and yell. Let the otaku’s play video games and watch anime. Let the bloggers blog what they want. Just something to play with.
Its Been Awhile.
So its been a very very long time since I’ve been here. Probably gonna start up on this again. Doing rants on some stuff related to my life.
Depression is like a long pit. Someone or something kicks you into that pit. It’s hard to climb out, when you can see your goal right there. The more you spend in the pit, the more you start to feel effects. Someone from the top will throw you a life line, that is the person that loves you, and wants you to get out of the pit. An you love that person for that. But what happens when that one person that you want to throw the life line to you, the one person who you want to be your savior, is the one who kicks you in the pit in the first place?