About My Friends:
| Do You Have A Lot Of Friends? | I actually do |
| Who Is Your Best Friend? | Heather or Becca...or Kaitlyn |
| Which Friend(s) have you known the longest? | Ashley |
| Craziest? | Kaitlyn |
| Funniest? | Hmm...Brandon as of late |
| Most Attractive? | Justin Walker. lmao |
| Best Dressed? | I love the way Heather & Kaitlyn dress |
| Oldest? | Um... Ashley |
| Youngest? | Uh.....Lindsey or Iiaonna |
| Tallest? | Jacey |
| Smallest? | Besides me....Megan |
| Smartest? | Elisabeth |
| Most Trustworthy? | Heather & Sammi |
| Who Do You Talk To The Most? | Alot of people but I think David has them beat |
| Who Do You Hangout With The Most? | David, Kaitlyn, & Becca |
| Do You Have A Crush On Any Of Your Friends? | ................................2 of them lol |
| Name 1 Friend That Drinks | (all of them) Kaitlyn |
| Name 1 Friend That Smokes | Dustin |
| Who Calls You The Most? | Nobody in there right mind actually calls me lol |
| Who Texts You The Most? | David |
| Friend(s) you haven't seen in a while | Ashley |
| Wisest? | Hmm....they're all wise in different areas...but probably Jason |
| Prepiest? | Amber |
| Punkest? | Heather |
| Loudest? | KAITLYN |
| Cool To Chill With? | All of them..lol |
| Where Do You Hangout With Your Friends The Most? | My house, lake, or their house |
| Random Friend | Damien |
| Last Place You Hungout With A Friend? | My house |
| Last Friend You Saw? | Jacey |
| Last Friend That Called You? | Uhh....idk lol |
| Who Do You Talk To On The Phone The Most? | Stephen |
| Do You Enjoy Talking To Them? | Yes |
| Kindest? | Sammi & Elisabeth |
| Meanest? | Roland |
| Who You Talk To Most On The Internet? | Justin |
| Most Like You? | Lindsey or Iiaonna |
| Who Knows The Real You? | Heather |
| Take this survey or other MySpace Surveys at PimpSurveys.com | |
It Seems Like...
All I have to do to get attention these days is to change my style a bit.
My glasses started to annoy me, I stopped wearing.
I started finding ways to make my wardrobe all punkish, I started dressing like that.
I started teasing my hair so I could do something with it.
My makeup's been getting a little better.
Now that all of that has been done, I get alot more attention. Are people really that into looks??
My glasses started to annoy me, I stopped wearing.
I started finding ways to make my wardrobe all punkish, I started dressing like that.
I started teasing my hair so I could do something with it.
My makeup's been getting a little better.
Now that all of that has been done, I get alot more attention. Are people really that into looks??
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Atlas
Life isn't really hard right now, but it feels like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders.
I think it's because several things are being thrown at me and I'm trying to balance everything.
School, social life, family life, trying to find a job, and actually hoping for a boyfriend.
So far my grades...well French anyway is slipping. I don't want to fail any classes again.
My social life is sky rocketing. I'm actually always doing something on the weekends now. I've craved this and I don't want to let it go. But I might have to. Just a little at least.
I hardly spend time with my family anymore and I know I should because my grandparents keep nagging.
Since my social life is sky rocketing, I constantly need money I don't have. Between my phone & my college class...I'm drained.
I'm also sick & tired of seeing all these cute couples. I hate being picky too. I just want a boyfriend who I can actually like and appreciate.
I think it's because several things are being thrown at me and I'm trying to balance everything.
School, social life, family life, trying to find a job, and actually hoping for a boyfriend.
So far my grades...well French anyway is slipping. I don't want to fail any classes again.
My social life is sky rocketing. I'm actually always doing something on the weekends now. I've craved this and I don't want to let it go. But I might have to. Just a little at least.
I hardly spend time with my family anymore and I know I should because my grandparents keep nagging.
Since my social life is sky rocketing, I constantly need money I don't have. Between my phone & my college class...I'm drained.
I'm also sick & tired of seeing all these cute couples. I hate being picky too. I just want a boyfriend who I can actually like and appreciate.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Of course I have nothing else better to do...
So I'm going to do a survey. Why? Because I'm on a writers block right now.. well not really. But I'm debating on how to write it all. So...yeah.
| You....! | |
|---|---|
| Name | Layla |
| Ethnicity | White |
| Height | 5'1ish |
| Hair Color | Not even a specific one anymore. Played with it too much. |
| Eye Color | Brownish hazel |
| Your opinions please? | |
| Abortion | It's the pregnant persons choice. I don't think I could do it though. |
| Capital Punishment | Not my business. |
| Immigration | Let them live here and do the crappy jobs. I don't care. |
| War | Hurry up with it already. |
| America | Has turned into a fucked up place. |
| Gay Marriage | Yes please. The only thing I can really support. |
| The Economy | Is as down as Lil Wayne and I. |
| What??? | |
| Political Party are you | Independent. |
| Extrovert or Introvert | Extrovert with some introverted qualities. |
| Favorite sport | Fighting (UFC) |
| Favorite person from that sport | Anderson Silva |
| Favorite person | Me. |
| Bothers you | Racism and homophobes mostly. Also having broken headphones. |
| Are you passionate about | Gay marriage. Love of all types. Helping people. |
| Do you really think about yourself | I think I'm an okay person considering where I came from. |
| Mas! | |
| Favorite culture | Greek |
| Most attractive ethnicity | Greeks and Indians |
| Favorite childhood cartoon | Rugrats, Simpsons, and South Park |
| Favorite childhood memory | Getting Yoo-Hoo's every morning with my dad before school. |
| Favorite subject | As of now. AP Psychology and Patient Care. |
| What do you want to be when you grow up | Either a psychologist, a bartender, or a nurse. |
| What would be your ideal life | A life where I'm happy and in love. |
| Take this survey or other MySpace Surveys at PimpSurveys.com | |
Friday, September 3, 2010
Perfect
I think I'm going to start dedicating songs to people...like...they can play these songs at my party when I die. LoL. This one's for my dad father.
Perfect by Simple Plan
Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Perfect by Simple Plan
Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I love this song! It's pimp!
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus:]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spitting fire
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Making his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,
How do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus:]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spitting fire
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Making his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,
How do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
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