Goodbye Love, Goodbye

Just came to say good bye love, goodbye
I’m moving on up in the world. Google is beginning to win me over. (But I’m still loyal to Yahoo!)

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XOXO, Gossip Girl

“Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.”

It’s practically a fact of life that secrets cannot be kept forever. Quick communication through a web of personal connections will transfer a secret from Point A to Point Z in no time at all. The importance does not lie within the information itself – because any secret will present itself as readily available once the gossipers amongst us get a hold of it -, the importance lies within the messenger and how information so easily ended up in 20 different directions.

Or 200 miles away.

(I don’t mind that you couldn’t tell me yourself before the word got out,
Just give me a call. I already know, but I’d like to hear it from you.)

Dailies

You know that you have been spending way, and I mean WAAAAAYYY, too much time with someone when you run into them in public and aren’t surprised to see them. And actually, it’s because you forgot that you didn’t come with them in the first place.

N + T = 24/7

Or when your mom runs into them in public and actually goes out of the way to say hi. But that’s a different kind of excess. Like a GET OUTTA MY LIFE excess! ;) There’s your shout out, S.

Failures & Shortcomings

When it’s 4am and my engine is running low – the workload is still daunting and half a century of US history testing material is left to be covered – it’s unlikely that you will find me turning to caffeine for the extra mileage. Along with a complex playlist all too much influenced by the Players Club and Nelson, my number one companion always seems to be Failure.

The past several days have been an academic catastrophe, to say the least. I honestly don’t know if I really “hit the GAF button”, as the Mafia so infamously puts it, or if I just say I don’t care for the sake of not having to deal. Summer work and seven months of schooling all come down to a single digit number. It’s sad to say, but the numbers don’t lie. I say that if I could do it all over again, I would – and I mean it. But then the question arises: what would I have given up? The things that I love to do are not the things that dictate my life.

There is no such thing as having the best of both worlds. Miley Cyrus, shut the fuck up. (Okay, I’m done complaining. Teenage angst at its best.)

And the most likely to check my blog award goes to …

ALYSIZZLENIZZLE!

I actually wrote this hella many days ago and saved it as a draft, but since I hella hate you right now, I decided to finally post it.

You’re right, you do suck at being a best friend. And speaking French. As a matter of fact, the only thing you’re good at is smuggling Canadians through your bookshelf to use as work slaves! (No wonder French hates you.) Oh, but you’re also a Calculus whiz. (= Well, I’m glad we’re not best friends, or else I’m just not willing to admit that you are quite possibly worth more than last night’s hooker! (Okay, unfair .. it was Ruby. ;D) You lie and say we’ve known each other since kindergarten, and I think it’s because your life was insignificant until you met me – totally understandable! Regardless, it feels like it’s been that long. So why the heck do we have ZERO pictures together?! Our jokes are old and we’re just straight up ancient. Thanks for everything. What the heck am I talking about? You were a loser in elementary school that played basketball in boots and stole sand from her neighbors and I saved you! Okay, but I guess you did a few things for me, too. (; Thank you for throwing me a birthday party in the 7^th grade, and thank you for calling me every night to go over Algebra homework. As a result, we both suck at math. Thank you for getting detention in Odell for calling Jack retarded. Thank you for letting me cut your hair in Mrs. Radle’s class. Okay, you didn’t let me .. but I couldn’t resist! Thank you for driving me insane during Homecoming & Battle sophomore year; it was well worth it. Thank you for having a crappy GPA with me. Thanks for telling me about crush whores and awkward conversations about phone numbers, oblivious boys and writing on hands. But mainly, thanks for inadvertently introducing me to stalkers. You are such a jerk and I love you with hate. (It’s maybe very possibly true that I love your momma more than you! That wasn’t supposed to rhyme but “ghetto Dr Seuss” or whatever the heck, remember?!) I’m going to turn you into a Nicholas Sparks lover and you’re going to want to have his babies, just you wait! Wherever you go in life, remember to wear your underwear. (Nobody’s photographing you, just do it for the sake of humanity.) Oh yea, watch out for yellow rope and remember that when it comes to bad things, “it’s ALWAYS Brandon’s fault”. There are no exceptions to that rule.. EVER.

Also, I did a quiz your friends thing last night and one of the questions went a little something like this: “Who have I known the longest?” A) Alyson Sagala – B) Jeremy Nguyen – C) Danielle Vicencio – D) Josh Jalique … and though the answer was B, EVERYBODY (including Jeremy himself) put A. Geez, I’m doomed. My social status just went down at least 3 points.