daiseylou22's blog

Dancing helps you remember random facts and jogs your memory.  Read More »

A lot of people are getting into this site called postsecret.com. So I deceided, after seeing my friend Erin's book (which, I must admit, seemed really cool) I checked out the site. And let me say, the first picture I saw really shocked me. And then it made me really sad that this girl saw herself as ugly and that it made her want to kill herself.  Read More »

I spend all my time wishing I could be someone else..u know why? cause i want to impress someone who isnt even worthy of me. why is it that i feel i have to change myself to please a never pleasing world?  why must i lose myself in a world taht doesnt care who i am or what i have to say? why am i constatenly comparing myself to people i dont even understand?  why do boys bother me so much? why do i get so upset everytime they once again break my heart? why do i even care waht they think.  I dont need a man to keep me happy.  i just want to take pictures of all the guys i ever liked and destroy them.  i think letting go is the hardest thing in the world to do. i dont understand why the pain is big or while i hurt so much. i dont understand this life and i have so many unanswered questions that continue to grow and they are tearing me up inside. i am in so much pain and i cant even express it.  i have so much to say and yet nothing leaves my mouth. i want to live but i cant seem to get over the past. i dont know waht to do anymore. why am i feeling sorry for myself? i spend all my time wishing i was someone else...because they are the prom queens while i sit on the side.  they are the center of attention while i blend into the wall. they are miss american while i am just the girl next door.  this life is not fair and i have been aware of it since i was little. so why am i surprised. why is it so hard to expect that this life will never be fair, guys will never be nice and i will continue to watch from the sidelines wondering when i will move on from where i am now. why nothing ever works for me. why guys dont care for me the way they care for other girls. why boys get bored of me after only a little while.  why nothing seems to matter them. why they dont care how i feel. why am i so upset.  secretly, i wonder if there is ever going to be a guy out there for me. one who doesnt break my heart the minute i turn away. why is life like this. and why am i still crying when i havent even heard the news from his mouth. why cant guys just tell you what is going on. why do they have to tell everyone but the one whose heart they are going to break. why do i have to live like this.  i just want to cry. i hate this life. i hate being the one who sees everyone else living. why am i just the stupid girl next door. why cant i be the one with a guy in my life. why am i feeling sorry for myself? why??????  Read More »

A friend found this a long time ago, and although it's been slightly edited, I find it very applicable today. This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.  Read More »

I'm not going to lie.  I've always wanted a boyfriend.  I've gotten the "It's better to just be freinds with guys anyway" at least a thousand times by people who've had "experience". They fail to understand that they are not in my shoes...they can't relate to me...and they don't understand what it's like...to be me.  "All you get is heartbreak."  I've gotten that without dating...  Read More »

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable Parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge financial settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.  Read More »

I came across this site on body language tips.  These are the most important, in my mind.  Tell me what you think.  I think these are something I'm going to start looking for. I never really thought about some of them. 

l Pay attention to pupils. When you walk into a dark room, your pupils become larger because your eyes are gathering information about your surroundings. But your pupils also get larger when you’re interested in someone - because your eyes are trying to collect information about them, too. So, if someone’s pupils are large when you’re talking to them, it means they find you interesting.  Read More »

            I think that sexual assault is one of the worst crimes possible, besides murder.  One of the worst things about sexual assault is the fact that because people are scared to speak up about it or what happened to them, these horrible people are able to do it again and again. There is no excuse for this and it’s wrong.  Read More »