Reblogged from oestranhomundodek
Makes you wonder.
(via cahr719)
I did a bad thing.
Yes, I know. Hard to believe. But I did. What did I do?
I thought about Bye Bye Birdie.
That’s not bad, you say? Well, see, it IS bad. Because he was Albert (in a way, he kind of still is Albert… his words, not mine, but anyway), and that’s not a bad thing, because what’s wrong with being a lead in a play?
Nothing. I could’ve thought about a bunch of plays where he was the lead and it would’ve been, you know, about as level as when I am reminded of him through random sights of super hero things or when I see anything that he gave me.
But see, the Albert has a little something different than what Curly, the Wizard, or any other character that he played has. Albert had a song. He had a few songs, but one song… this one song… THIS song is the culprit. Now, because of this song, I can’t help but wish he would call me up and sing it to me and we would start talking again and it would be magical. I keep hoping it will happen. But I know it won’t.
I know it won’t because this ISN’T a musical. I know that he won’t just change his mind about us even though I still kind of don’t know how he changed it in the first place. I know he doesn’t see me like he used to even though I am having such a hard time shifting my thoughts about him. And I know it won’t happen because each day we go on not talking, he’s probably thinking of me less and less. I know he doesn’t know how much I just want to tell him to talk to me, that I don’t care that it’ll be really hard because I still love him- I’ll take him as a friend; anything is better than this nothing.
But mostly, I know it won’t happen because he doesn’t even remember the words.
(Source: Spotify)
The light show that I made for my Lights I class! SO glad I took this class.
I like helping people. I really do. I get joy out of making people happy. Because I think one of the most worthwhile things you can do is surprise people by doing something nice for them. Whenever it happens for me, it makes my day just that much better.
But it’s tiring, to care so much. And when you get no thanks in return, it’s hurtful. When you’re sending people letters because you know it brightens your day to get one, you don’t want a dumb Facebook comment thanking you for the wonderful letter and they’ll hopefully send you one soon if they have time. You want them to take the time to send a letter back, gosh darn it. Do they think I have all the time in the world and just fill it by writing random letters to people? Because with two jobs, eighteen credits, an internship, position on a Board of Reps, a fraternity, and a life, I assure you that is most certainly not the case. And if you don’t have stamps, go buy them. And if you don’t have money, call me. Or, ya know, get a job, but apparently some people get offended and think it’s not my place at all to say something like that. Again, I work two of them to afford school and nice things. So please, come at me, bro.
And you know, you really have to be strong to care so much about people. You have to be there for them when they need it, even if you need it, too. You have to power through your tribulations and trials (because no one ever has just tribulations), or even just shove them aside to help other people who really cannot function without some help. To see what they want and want to give it to them so badly that even though it hurts you to do so, you try with every ounce of your energy to cater to their whim. So you put yourself last, again because you live to please other people. (… Don’t even get me started on the people that make you care about them, make them think they care about you, and then they just vanish. We’re not even going to go there right now.)
Sure, there are the all of the people who said they’re there for you if you need to talk, but saying they’re there and actually being there are just two TOTALLY different things. Because I really do need to talk, and they obviously know that. I would like it, just once in a while, if they would instigate the conversation instead of it always having to be me.
And yeah, maybe it’s a bit naïve. But there’s no way in hell I’m going to start doing what everyone else does because it’s easier. I’m going to do what I think is right. So screw anyone who gets in my way. Choosing this path does not make me weak. I would like to see you try walk all over this nice gal. You’ll just end up on the floor while I step over you to get to where I’m going.
Bottom line- I’m just so sick of caring about people more than they care about me.
This is me, right here.
“My ultimate career goal is to work at Disney. I’m a little weary about who I tell that dream to though. Most people are really interested and ask me questions about it, but I’ve had too many people ask me, “Now why would you want to work at a place like that for?” I can’t stand that question. Or they say that it’s not a real job or career and I’m not going to get paid much for it. I don’t want to do it for the money. I want to do it because of my love for Disney and to make other’s happy.”
(via catchmeadream)
I made a habit of this a while ago. It makes life seem much more magical.
(Source: seriouslystupendous, via catchmeadream)
Here are my buildings! they were fun since it was such an open project where we got to whatever we wanted. These were mostly creates by building up and extruding parts of polygons (except for the curvy one, which was made by making a curve 3 dimensional by extending it) The square peg in a round hole one is discolored in one of the images and I don’t know why…. But otherwise I like this piece!
