OMG. I can’t believe it’s taken so long to even write about this.
Valentines Day wasn’t bad, and it wasn’t great. I cut out A BILZILLION paper hearts and straight up attacked Andrew’s house with them before work.
He got VALENTINED.
(Bummer thing is… is that I accidentally made it seem like I was waiting upstairs… and he walked upstairs with a big ‘ol smile on his face to find an empty house…)
When I got to work, one of the ladies I work with gave me a sausage mcmuffin (: So my tummy was happy. I went home for a little bit to Andrew and we cuddled on the couch and watched Jersey Shore for a little while before my doctor’s appointment. After the doctors, I had to go back to work. So I spent more time at work than I did with Andrew.
BUT that night, on his way home from work, he called me and woke me up around 3am. He made me think someone broke into my car and to check up on it. So I reluctantly go outside, and check my car. What do I find?
A giant teddy bear holding a dozen roses sitting in the driver’s seat. (: I named him Hank.
We’re destined to be together. <333
Oh, and my roses are beautiful. (: The most beautiful roses I’ve ever gotten.
Unfortunately, they are dying. But I’m so so SO happy. (:
You probably shove this idea of being straight-edge down other people’s throats. I do not need your fucking preaching
You’re not straight edge, you fuck. You’re following the damn law\
you like to bash people who do drugs or drink.
So fuck you.
Ignorance at it’s finest.
The fact that you listen to Asking Alexandria makes everything you just stated completely invalid.
Stuff like this really pisses me off. People act like as if you’re under 21 things like alcohol and drugs are completely inaccessible. Want to know something, you inexperienced little brat? The time in my life when I smoked, drank the heaviest and did the greatest amount of drugs was between the ages of 17-20. Why? Because they were everywhere and at the time I didn’t fucking know better. Well, I did, but I just didn’t care. And I had to learn the hard way. But this kid, it’s not like this is the only person promoting the idea that if you’re under 18, you can’t be edge. I’ve noticed that most of the people who say this are edge themselves. Which doesn’t make sense to me. Why would you want to discourage kids from being poison free by completely dismantling their credibility for something they can’t even control? Shouldn’t we be like “yea, good job, keep it up!”? Basically when you tell a teenager that their sobriety doesn’t matter because they’re not 21, you’re telling them they might as well be smoking crack. Which fucking sucks for people who truly believe in what they’re doing and is a far cry from the truth. Seems like all “edge” people ever want to do is tell other people why they can’t be edge. Which is why I avoided that term for so long and never committed until recently. Even now I doubt I’ll ever use that term because some people seem to think they’re the only ones that can be sober or hold any political or non-conformist ideals.
I will give anyone a high five for being drug/smoke/alcohol free. No matter their age or their past or how long they’ve been that way or whatever music they listen to. If anything it’s more of an accomplishment to be young and edge than to be older and edge where you have a little bit more control of your life and your surroundings and more often than not have a better idea of who you are.
/rant. I know this lead off into a different direction but this has been on my mind for awhile.
I have to agree with Jasper. I didn’t claim straight edge until recently, and though I’m only 18 years of age, I struggled with taking pills more than anything for a few years until i was 17 years old. Since when does being straight edge come with music restrictions? It’s not a fucking trend, its a chosen lifestyle. And to assume that younger kids who claim straight edge are only following the law is just plain ignorant. Drugs were accessible to me 24/7 in my own household. Not to mention the kids I went to school with, they ALWAYS had drugs on them. Straight edge isn’t a fucking thing you can conform to. It takes commitment. There are plenty of people that will look down on you or judge you for it. So High five to all the younger kids that commit to being above the influence and keeping their mind and bodies pure, that’s what it’s all about. I have my own reasons for choosing to live this way. i don’t see why there has to be a line drawn saying, “oh you’re too young to be straight edge, you’re just a poser” or whatever. Fuck you, there is no line. your either committed to living poison-free, or your not. I have so much more to say but i’m so upset i don’t know how to word this the right way, so i’m gonna go eat pizza.
I spent both Friday night and Saturday night with Andrew. Saturday we went to Sharis, like ALWAYS, but this time we made ourselves get something different. No strawberry crepes for me, and no hamburgers for him. So I got country fried steak instead, and it was delicious.
Today I’ve had a migraine all day, but now I’m finally feeling better. Andrew’s at band practice, and I’m internet browsing like usual. (:
Heartless, previously known as For My Own, will be playing a show with Wolf City sometime this month. I’M SO EXCITED! It’s been too long since they’ve played a show. I hope I get my camera back from Mr. David Bowie before then so I can take pictures of For My Own’s last show as For My Own.
I’m going to try to lay it all out for you in a few sentences, I’m too anxious to tell you to give any detail!
I got my GED. YEP. THAT’S RIGHT, I FUCKING DID IT. Not only did I pass, but I passed with a score good enough to get into a four year college, but my GED score is equal to a 3.4 gpa. 592 = 3.4 GPA, fuckers.
I AM OFFICIALLY GRADUATED!
I’m still pondering and considering, BSU or CWI. But I think I’m going to end up going to CWI. After I knock out the ACT Test, I’m going to apply to one or the other, or both. I’d like to start classes this fall. In a little over two years, I could be working in a hospital as an RN, working towards becoming an OB Nurse.
So here’s the overall rundown of everything fabulous going on:
GED. New car, his name is Sebastian. I get my braces off in March. New job.