First of all, the DMV people are the most hypocritical people ever. Do they have a heart? I don't think so because seriously all of them have this long blank stare. Yes, you're working for the government and you're getting all these benefits and shit but seriously this place is a fucking hell hole. The first time you said I drove too slow. The second time you said I drove too fast. Now, now, what the fuck do you guys really want? Perfection? It seems to be. And oh yeah, do only really bitchy, fat women work in the DMV because seriously the guys need to step it up and let some people pass this shit. That just means that they should come up with something where you drive this car that's a robot and it judges you so there personal and emotional attachment or human error involved. The driver knows what to study for and so they he/she can pass.
On another note, I've heard that whenever you look for the opposite sex like boyfriend, husband, etc, we (women) usually sway to the characteristics of your own father. Weird right? But I definitely see it now. I realized how my dad is a sucker for of course his girl to cry. And he will do whatever it takes to make me stop crying and of course it makes you feel better; it's sympathy. And my boyfriend, well, I don't think he's scene me cry but he's a sucker for it too.
Lastly, it's only the second day of week one of college and I can feel what a big difference this place feel. I left in the middle of my day to take that stupid driving test and realized what two worlds I live in right now. When I leave the streets of Wilshire, Bellagio, Gailey, and Westwood and enter back to let's say El Monte, it's a totally different feeling I get inside. When I'm at UCLA, I'm a student and really that's how I only feel, just that and seriously as of right now I feel really protected from it. It's my home for the next four years. When I leave Westwood, I have to quickly adjust to the outside life again. It's really quick and feels really awkward to adjust.
That's enough. Third times a charm! :] Failure is growth.
I haven't had one of those nights for a long time. I think the last time we went to the top of that hill was after prom. The SGV is simply wonderful at night especially looking at it from the hills up in Rowland. The night was plain and simple, bringing back memories. It was well spent since we both have our own lives to walk on. But it was nice seeing you back from drill and Canada.
Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out Got me singin' like Na na na na everyday It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)
Remember the first time we met You was at the mall wit yo friend I was scared to approach ya But then you came closer Hopin' you would give me a chance
Who would have ever knew That we would ever be more than friends We're real worldwide, breakin all the rules He's like a song played again and again
That boy, like somethin off a poster That boy, is a dime they say That boy, is a gun to my holster He's runnin through my mind all day, ay
Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out Got me singin' like Na na na na everyday It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)
See you been all around the globe Not once did you leave my mind We talk on the phone, from night til the morn Boy you really change my life Doin things I never do I'm in the kitchin cookin things he likes
We're real worldwide, breakin all the rules Someday I wanna make you my guy That boy, like somethin off a poster That boy, is a dime they say That boy, is the gun to my holster He's runnin through my mind all day, ay
Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out Got me singin' like Na na na na everyday It's like my ipon stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)
I can be your melody A boy that could write you a symphony The one that could fill your fantasies So come baby boy let's sing with me Ay, I can be your melody A boy that could write you a symphony The one that could fill your fantasies So come baby girl let's sing with me
Ay, na na na na na na na Na na na na na na Shawty got me singin Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Now he's got me singin
Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out Got me singin' like Na na na na everyday It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (2x)
Even if the sky is falling down like she supposed to be, She gets down low for me, Down like her temperature, ’cause to me she zero degree, She cold, overfreeze, I got that girl from overseas, Now she my miss America, now can I be her soldier please, I’m fighting for this girl, I’m a battlefield of love, Don’t it look like baby cupid sent his arrows from above, Don’t you ever leave the side of me, Indefinitely, not probably, and honestly I'm down like the economy.
"The best thing you can do is to find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you. The right person will still think that the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with." - Juno, the movie
