Miscelleneous

I have been having trouble blogging lately. It is not because I can not write, spell or read obviously. It is because my life is boring, truthfully. Maybe it is because I  am sort of a boring person, honestly. I mean I wake up in morning brush my teeth, shower, pray, go to school, listen to music, do unnecessary homework, get on Facebook, talk on the phone to the same people, write a free write poem and go to sleep. Then I do this same exact routine the next day. I want something new, fresh and exciting in life.  I want to wake up in the morning and say I can not wait to get my day started because I know something interesting is going to happen. I do have these days but not very often. Music is my stimulation from the outside world. Doing homework makes me feel productive. Writing is my therapy from all the emotional and spiritual pain I go through. I guess this blog is going somewhere huh? I keep playing this new song by Rihanna over and over, We found love. I know my roommate is getting pissed off by me playing this over and over but she'll be alright.  I love the beat but it is more than the beat that has me intrigued in this song. I can easily connect with the words. The words give me hope.  I do not feel like elaborating how so I will not. I wish I could write poetry in this because every blog would seriously be a poem. Thanks for the option, Professor Pack.
This week I lowered my pride to find out why someone stopped talking to me and I still received no response. Lesson number five hundred billion learned never lower your pride for anybody. I guess at times I either care too much or I do not give two jacks. What is a jack by the way? I am way too nice because I know when I leave someone I am never coming back. That is why I give people two chances then you're out. You might not care now until you need me for something. Trust me you will one day, it happens all the time. Then I will be like haha sucker, you were not there when I needed you. I am kind of weird by way. Anyways, why do guys think they can just honk their horn at you or whistle when they see you? That is my number one pet peeve do not honk your horn at me, whistle or whisper to me because I will give you the look :p. For instance, today I was at the train station waiting for the bus and this random cab driver honked his horn at me. That is not it when I did not respond he had the audacity to turn his car around. I mean what is wrong with these guys now a days? Well, this is the reason why my mom needs to hurry up and buy me a yellow 2012 mustang so I no longer have to take the bus. In my dreams right? Speaking of dreams time for me to go to sleep. Goodnight <3's