My mom got hit by a car on saturday night. Like not a car accident she was actually hit by the car. I think she'll be ok though. But I've never had to actually think about what would happen if she was gone. I'd kill myself. But she didn't die. She's just super banged up with broken ribs and stuff. She's sucha a tiny little petite lady...it's weird to see her so broken.
She'll be okay. Just sore and whatever.
Thanks for givin a shit yall Anyways back to me...I met the coolest guy at school today. SUPER cute!!! I LOVE Columbia!!!! Everywhere you turn theres someone hotter than the last place you looked...and so many kids are lame, but now that I'm older I can spot the kids worth talkin to...I LOVE being a Junior. Degrees are empty, yes, but necessary nonetheless...and I'm makin the most of my time in school. At least I'm not one of those whiny kids who's all pissed about having gotten a free ride through college to end up in the real world and see that it's actually tough...and you actually are expected to work...and do stuff...EARN something for once...I can't stand spoiled brats. Brats are one thing...spoiled brats are another. My schools full of them. Rich kids who are ashamed of where they come from because they know that no one really respects a rich kid...even if they deserve it...but most of them don't.
I'd love to be taken care of like that...I'd love to have a trust fund and shit. There was a documentary about super rich kids on hbo and all of them are super fuct up. One from Johnson and Johnson was the most sincere. And he was like all honest about how when you're given everything you never know what it's like to earn anything and you have no sence of self or self respect...and you can't have real self respect if you don't know what it feels like to work really really hard at something substantial and meaningful. He said he was happiest diggin ditches or something on an oil field. I liked him alot. Good guy. Anyways I'm babbling...That was a good show. Watch it if it ever comes on again. I think it was actually called "rich kids". Can you even imagine the feeling of being able to go out and just BUY whatever you felt like???...To write a check without ever even thinkin about if it'll clear? I'm not a pauper, but I can't even imagine what it must feel like...I suppose it's fun as shit...but empty. I'm not hatin...I'd love it. But it's gotta be empty...it's not cool to be all about brands and labels with real people who live real lives outside of Hollywood. I could buy a closet fulla dope ass stuff for the money some girls spend on one pair of jeans. It's just retarded. Anyways, school was killer and I'm gonna go take a chiller and strike up a conversation with God. I hope life is treatin you all well. I'm a lucky lucky girl. I learned so much about myself lately. And my mom is gonna be okay...and hopefully she'll sue the bitch and get a nest egg so she doesn't have to work so hard...thanks again for giving a shit you guys God bless Suicide Girls
She'll be okay. Just sore and whatever.
Thanks for givin a shit yall
Anyways back to me...I met the coolest guy at school today. SUPER cute!!! I LOVE Columbia!!!! Everywhere you turn theres someone hotter than the last place you looked...and so many kids are lame, but now that I'm older I can spot the kids worth talkin to...I LOVE being a Junior. Degrees are empty, yes, but necessary nonetheless...and I'm makin the most of my time in school. At least I'm not one of those whiny kids who's all pissed about having gotten a free ride through college to end up in the real world and see that it's actually tough...and you actually are expected to work...and do stuff...EARN something for once...I can't stand spoiled brats. Brats are one thing...spoiled brats are another. My schools full of them. Rich kids who are ashamed of where they come from because they know that no one really respects a rich kid...even if they deserve it...but most of them don't.
I'd love to be taken care of like that...I'd love to have a trust fund and shit. There was a documentary about super rich kids on hbo and all of them are super fuct up. One from Johnson and Johnson was the most sincere. And he was like all honest about how when you're given everything you never know what it's like to earn anything and you have no sence of self or self respect...and you can't have real self respect if you don't know what it feels like to work really really hard at something substantial and meaningful. He said he was happiest diggin ditches or something on an oil field. I liked him alot. Good guy. Anyways I'm babbling...That was a good show. Watch it if it ever comes on again. I think it was actually called "rich kids". Can you even imagine the feeling of being able to go out and just BUY whatever you felt like???...To write a check without ever even thinkin about if it'll clear? I'm not a pauper, but I can't even imagine what it must feel like...I suppose it's fun as shit...but empty. I'm not hatin...I'd love it. But it's gotta be empty...it's not cool to be all about brands and labels with real people who live real lives outside of Hollywood. I could buy a closet fulla dope ass stuff for the money some girls spend on one pair of jeans. It's just retarded. Anyways, school was killer and I'm gonna go take a chiller and strike up a conversation with God. I hope life is treatin you all well. I'm a lucky lucky girl. I learned so much about myself lately. And my mom is gonna be okay...and hopefully she'll sue the bitch and get a nest egg so she doesn't have to work so hard...thanks again for giving a shit you guys
God bless Suicide Girls
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I would love to win a huge lottery, having known what it is like to NOT have that much money. I wouldn't do with it what those who were born with it would. I don't even know what I'd do, except that I would be completely free of the base, temporal concerns which keep me from achieving the state you described in your comment in my journal. One must either be entirely destitute and wandering as an ascetic or truly rich in order to ignore the world...
rich kids at columbia? say it ain't so. i've always contended that those who "have" should live a day in my life. i doubt they'd be able to pull off half the shit i do with my day. hell if it weren't for work i wouldn't know what to do with all my free time. oh well...