May 2012
April 2012
Ugh
I’m sick of being at Towson University.
I STILL haven’t been to Honeypig yet and it’s killing me.
Just 2 weeks of class, 3 final exams, and I’m fucking out of here.
Back to MoCo for the summertime 8) gotta finish strong.
Late night random thoughts.
- I simply cannot eat Mexican food. Quesadillas from Coyotes, Burritoes from Patuxent, Salads from Chipotle, they’re all the same. They simply kill me after eating them and it does not end well…
- I should really give up tumblr and twitter for Lent. I’m disgustingly obsessed with these two.
- I think I can understand why Rose tore his ACL. While trying on Adizero 2s, they don’t respond as well as most Nikes do and it might be why, while his foot made contact with the floor, when he jumps while twisting, his foot doesn’t respond quick enough. Resulting in the torn ACL.
- As much as I hate the schoolwork, drama llama, and occasional bouts of boredom, I’m really going to miss school. Hoping to spend more time with the team, FCAT, and other friends I’ve met this year this upcoming Fall semester and make the best of it.
- What the hell are waxed jeans…?
- That huge cup of coffee is keeping me up. I really don’t have to be up this late -_-
Busy weekend ahead.
Finally home for a long weekend!
Forced myself up to get through my three classes today and luckily, they all went by pretty quickly. Ate lunch at Einstein’s and packed up the bags and brought a lot of the unnecessary stuff back home. It is going to be such a busy weekend. Already took care of a few errands to run today but I’m hoping this weekend is just as productive. Met up with Wes and sold my Air Jordan 12s for $240, dropped off the gf at her relative’s house, unpacked clothes, books, lamps, and etc, and cleaned the place up a bit and I’m ready to call it a night… for now
The move for the rest of the weekend:
x - Close my Capitol One account
x - Get a haircut
x - Pack up the clothes
Postponed until May 22th- Plato’s closet and see what I can sell
x - Leesburg Outlet
x - Lunch date at Tara Thai
x - Pick up my Hunger Game books from my sister
x - Torrent more music
x - Pack my WC2 battle chest
Postponed until May 22th- Finish up the wall clippings
Postponed until May 22th- Mail back the photos to Hyo
Maybe- Consider scooping up Iguana Roshes… on the fence about these.
x - Get my interview questions done and ready for Monday
Today- Write my Writing Assignment #4
This Thursday- Gather up my Writing Assignments for revising
Tonight- Order 3
This weekend- Start studying for Policing Exam #3
“
When my daughter was a toddler, I used to take her to a park not far from our apartment. One day as she was playing in a sandbox, an ice-cream salesman approached us. I purchased her a treat, and when I turned to give it to her, I saw her mouth was full of sand. Where I had intended to put a delicacy, she had put dirt.
Did I love her with dirt in her mouth? Absolutely. Was she any less of my daughter with dirt in her mouth? Of course not. Was I going to allow her to keep the dirt in her mouth? No way. I loved her right where she was, but I refused to leave her there. I carried her over to the water fountain and washed out her mouth. Why? Because I love her.
God does the same for us. He holds us over the fountain. “Spit out the dirt, honey,” our Father urges. “I’ve got something better for you.” And so he cleanses us of filth; immorality, dishonesty, prejudice, bitterness, greed. We don’t enjoy the cleansing; sometimes we even opt for the dirt over the ice cream. “I can eat dirt if I want to!” we pout and proclaim. Which is true—we can. But if we do, the loss is ours. God has a better offer.
” —Max Lucado
(via itarahana)
Because who the hell lives in Maryland -_-
don’t talk to strangers online because you will become best friends with them, and the distance will ruin your life.
“당신의 미완함, 완벽히 아름다워.
Your imperfection is perfectly beautiful.” —Tablo. (via lee-jiyoung)
Your imperfection is perfectly beautiful.” —Tablo. (via lee-jiyoung)
No title.
I just want to be happy.
I just want to be a better person.
I just want to change the broken person I used to be, erase the evil things I did, and forget some of the corrosive people I met in my life.
I just want a second chance.
Summer 2012, a time for change.
“Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.” —Osho (via nirvikalpa)
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.” —Osho (via nirvikalpa)
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.”
—Perks of Being a Wallflower (via 23quills)
Exorbitant
I’m living in excess and it’s almost disturbing.
This Tumblr entry is part summary of last night, part a glimpse of self thought I’m going through, and some random stuff in the mix.
Last night, I set my alarm to 11:55 P.M to remind myself to go online to order some Air Jordan Retro XIIs at the midnight release. For some reason, I was feeling extremely optimistic about getting a pair within the first 5 minutes. I had accounts to Eastbay, Nikestore, Finishline, Footaction, and Footlocker all signed in with Express checkouts set up. Long story short, it took about 1 hour and 15 minutes in total because Nikestore was crashing, Eastbay/Footlocker/Footaction were sold out, and Finishline’s checkout process was being wacky. I ended up grabbing a pair in my size from Nikestore for $160 + tax + free shipping which isn’t too bad. But during this process, I felt frustrated and annoyed. I would’ve been fine if all the places had sold out. I wasn’t really looking forward to this release but I figured I’d cop a pair or two and resell them since the hype for these were so wild. Looking at the estimated prices that these Playoff XIIs are going for, I should make off with at least with $225~250 easily. Despite the “relative” ease in securing my pair, and I say relative because some sneakerheads had to battle out lines early in the morning to get theirs, I wasn’t really too excited or pleased to get a pair.
A few months ago, it struck me just how much in excess that I live in. The main reason for this sudden realization was a heavenly experience I had with God that I’d rather not mention on a place like tumblr. But I was taking up my school dorm’s bookshelf with a total of 36 pairs of sneakers and 42 hats (fitted+snapbacks), the closet had 5 different North Face jackets, game systems I don’t touch, clothes that I don’t wear and would never wear again. I began to try and sell/donate/exchange as much of this and put the money to a good cause. While I was doing this, it gave me some time to re-evaluate how I value things. Watching the movie Sandlot last night with Cynthia made me realize how much fun a 99 cents baseball can provide 9 kids for an entire day, how an old, busted up baseball mitt can cheer up a kid, and a used baseball cap can make a kid feel like he belongs to a group. A $250 PS3 can probably provide myself entertainment for probably a few months, a $150 shopping spree for clothes will entertain me for like a day, and a hundred hats and sneakers probably won’t get me any more friends than if I dragged around the same pair of Vans and my old-fashioned Red Sox hat from when I was 13 years old. So began my efforts to sell all the Jordans I would probably never wear, the hats I wouldn’t really wear, and the jackets I didn’t need. So far, I’ve sold a North face jacket for $80, 2 containers of clothes for around $80, 3 pairs of sneakers for $330, a few snapbacks/fitted hats for $135, and some other small stuff. This is gonna sound cheesy as hell but quoting some 02’ Eminem, I’m cleaning out my closet lol. Also hoping to live a bit more humbly and devote my time, money, and efforts into better things. I haven’t worked out what exactly these better things are yet but I’m still thinking about it.
After rereading this, as much as this all strung together and made sense in my head, they sound like two completely different stories. Whatever, screw it -_-
“Some many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, but they would open up wonderfully if only you were interested in them.”
—Sylvia Plath (via inspiredbythisfeeling)
