my vice :]

i love love tampax pearl. seriously like i love them, idc what anyone says.. you will have a new out look on life once youve used these..

oh and boys there good for nosebleeds lmfao.

taylor swift

ahhhh so i seriously love this girls songs. i have both of her new albums and there is not one song i dont like. not to mention shes like amazingly gorgeous? but yeah her music's awesomeee, and for all those wondering yes i have always liked country music, somewhat.

indifference

people let you down. some do it gently and others not so much, but in the end they do everyone does. You know they say you always have the ones you love but really their the ones who hurt you the most. I mean you try so hard to give and give and give but some people just wanna take, no matter if its your family, friends or someone you love so deeply you would forgo your own happiness to see them smile.

well theres a pointt when you stop giving and turn around and look back at this whole big mess you've made of your life, and say "hey i really fucked up" where the hell am i... and more importantly ''who am i?'' you spend so much time perfecting other people's visions that you lose some of your own, and when you do you lose a little bit of your self. But the bottom line is no one cares, they leave and let you down and you lose them in the end.

wether your the girl who goes the extra mile for an unappreciative guy, or the person who strives to make their parents happy, or someone who pushes the card to impress their friends.. theres a point in your life where you have to stop giving and turn around and look back at that whole big mess and not say how much you fucked up... but forget it.. start new and start living life for your self.

CARDINGTON RANDOMNESS ;]

the summer of 08' the best of times in the cardington house hold.

for da boat

SHAM WOW!

I know hitler's like hated by man kind and all.. but hes kinda hot. lol in the commanding sorta way. ya digg? lol well this is funny

fag-port security

soo. i've noticed that the TSA thats airport security for those of you who dont know, has been getting more and more disgusting every time i travel. They spend more time once-overing the paralyzed man in the wheelchair then the freaking guy with 3 hard drives in his back pack. okayy i mean i know that they have to be "thourogh" but this is ridiculous.. 3 oz of liquids!? oh unless there medicinally nessecary.. welll... il have them know my perfume is definitly medicinally nessecary, if i dont have perfume i wont be delicious smelling, if i dont smell delicious, i wont be desired, hence i will spiral down into a xanax infused depression. i.e medical. okay...

soooooo when i travelled i saw this sign, this exact sign. given i was moving fast i didnt get to read the sign.. so i just glanced at the pictures. let me explain to you what my perception of the pictures were.

EXPLOSIVES.
party hats?
tampons?
magic wands?

FLAMMIBLE LIQUIDS
ok lighter and paint (that ones pretty clear)

TOXIC SUBSTANCES
cat food
and some pirate rum

CORROSIVES
easy bake oven
thermometer

MISCELLANEOUS DANGEROUS ITEMS
ok 1st of all.. what kinda category is this.. its likee well i dont like the color purple so lets ban grapes. please..
but anyways
hellecopters?
magnetics...

OXEDYZYING SUBSTANCES
chapstick
mayo..

and among other things pictured, shaving cream, a hypno hat, mega phone..

well idk about you but that was not a good representation of what i can and cannot bring.. given that they were making me go a mile a minute, so they could "safely" check me.

look here --> http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/airtravel/prohibited/permitted-prohibited-items.shtm

to see a list of other undesirables.. some of my favorites being : sabers, cattle prods, numchucks, and gel shoe inserts..


all i have to say is F U T S A.

bet you never saw an "obama" smiley shaped frenchfry !

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EVERY SINGLE GIRL HAS DONE THIS AT SOME POINT IN HER LIFE.

just dance <3

13 reasons to date a dancer

1.we've mastered 6 positions
2.we have perfect technique, good rhythm and great hip rotation
3.we keep people on their toes and wanting more
4.we're use to performing in minimal amounts of clothing
5.straddling is our natural position
6.we are used to bruises on our knees
7.we don't mind getting hot and sweaty
8.we don't mind performing in front of an audience
9.after a quick intermission we come right back all ready to go
10.we don't mind performing in groups
11.work hard and end strongly
12.We like preforming in costumes
13.flexibility..must i say more ;)

au contraire

My Dear,

As i sit here contemplating, beyond all sources of reason. I shudder at the doubt I encounter. Anixiety rides my soul like the old broken horse of a cowboy long forgotten. I try to believe what you say. Though each tiny shroud of positivity floats away in the springtime breeze when i re-encounter reality, and leave the poultice of the comfort you provide. And No matter how you assure me once and again, I try hard to listen and not just hear. So i ask you please forgive me when i say you are not what i thought you were.

I know you'll never understand, and my hopes that you'll read this and see through my fragile heart are futile. There is a sliver in the depths of my being that wishes you would know i'm dreaming of you tonight.


Sincerely Yours.

Boys:self explanitory

to every guy that has ever known me

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. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and f up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional

V's up :]

So. it's going on about a year now that i've been a vegetarian. And for those of you who some how lost that definition in translation, a vegetarian is a person who does not eat or does not believe in eating meat, fish, fowl. That means no fish, no chicken, no steak. Most simpletons think that fish doesnt count as meat. but it does. anyways, a year later i've never been happier with my moral decision. and ive never been more disgusted by the though of ingesting the flesh of another living creature. It all started when i saw a pig slaughtering. The fact that a creature with no voice is taken on so cruelly and forcefully for human consumption is so extremly disgusting. people mock my choices and belief system for somethig that i can see clearly as wrong and inhumane. Now i see that the people who mock the right decision are the ones who will be labeled as wrong in the end.

FOOT PADS, FOOT PADS, LA LA LA LA LA. lol sooo, in good faith towards my failing health i've been using these foot pad detox things. At first i was really enthusiastic about the results. So i open them up and i get this blow of barbeque sauce. I later found out that there was some vinegar ingredient, but thats besides the point. So i stick them on my little feetsies and go to bed. I woke up the next morning and my barbeque foot pads had adheared to my feet and smelled very hickory smoked. They did in fact turn black but im not sure if that was activated by the moisture and heat that occours naturally on the feet. I didnt see much of a difference in my health, and i didnt feel detoxified. but, i suppose thats what i get for trying to skip rehab

falloffs?

so something that i really cant comprehend is why guys are such falloffs?
i mean how hard is it to return an IM or a call saying, "no something came up." I mean its really not that hard at all. Like waiting allll day to see some one that later just doesnt show up is soooo heart wrenching. Like, ugh... and i've noticed that their repeat offenders. multiple guys are do this too. idk i wish they could just think what if the girl im standing up would be my mom. ughh

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