Somehow writing on paper seems incredibly distracting to me. I start dwelling on the inconsistency of my font and I fail to focus on the actual meaning of the word I’m printing. I start to erase the corners of the “u” and trim my “r” to look somewhat like the one that floats a top my alphabet soup. Not to mention that all the empty margins seem to need some sort of decorative feature usually in the shape of disproportionate stick figures.

On the other hand, typing poses no distractions to me. I can erase without the unsightly eraser marks and each letter is consistently even. That’s why I prefer to keep an online journal rather than a paper one. Here it’s all laid out perfectly and there are no scribbles on the side. 

So, I truly dislike my english class. See here i was thinking that this class would nurture my love for writing and help me expand my capacities. WRONG. 

So we were assigned to write an exploratory essay based on a topic of our choice. So i choose empathy in today’s society. Long story short, this professor doesn’t seem to grasp the concept. She suggested i do something more simple, perhaps the legalization of substances or some other belabored argument. What happened to challenging the students rather than promoting the lusterless topics that appear by the million on Google search. 

So i have two choices.

1. Write an essay that I love. Something complex, perhaps not quantitative but illustrative nonetheless, and receive a C or lower

OR

2. Write a trite essay that will irate me but make my professor highly content. 

Hmm….yea screw my gpa. i’m not going to sacrifice my beliefs and the process of writing just for a grade. 

I hope she’s ready for my essay  ”empathy in society”. 

mypaperdaisies:

So it’s October! it’s also breast cancer awareness month. So, I figured making pink daisies this month would be a nice way of honoring those who battled or are battling with this disease.

So these daisies wil not only have an inspirational message but i want to write the name of a breast cancer patient or someone who passed due to this disease.

The first one is for my late aunt who died at only 26 years of age of breast cancer. Please submit names and/or messages for these pink daisies. <3

Project Paper Daisies.

<3

I just remember clenching the blanket around my face. Opening my eyes inside of it and seeing the blotches of colors that some regard as fabric decoration. Nothing made sense. It wasn’t logical nor expected. But here i was, finally understanding the feeling of irremediable despair that can only be experienced instants before you declare defeat. 

Everything i ever was, shattered upon the cold tile floor. Disappearing sure seemed comforting at this point. See, i was too far in to just stand up and reassemble myself but most of all, i was incoherent. I was lost in a labyrinth with no directional signs. Just my multi-colored blanket and I.

This of course is an anecdote of the past. A lesson well learned, and an inevitable life experience. 

-Valerie                                        

Due to popular demand ( cassie) ….

What did the green grape say to the purple grape?…

BREATHE!!!

hahahaha..ha ha….my favorite joke ever

There are too many things on my mind. Far too many. Of course i wont post all of them on a public forum but i feel the need to vent so here goes. 5 Midterms= voluntary homicide. That being said… I’m so sick of people and their stupidity. Their constant need to upstage one another in order to prove that they are at the top of the food chain. The way people become crappy human beings and seem to be content with that is beyond me. Oh yea, and treating other people like shit does not make you any more special or powerful (ex. anons). In fact, it shows you’re too weak to use any other method other than peer humiliation to gain self-respect. This behavior is way too freaking common and honestly upsets me to the core. It’s like how many paper daisies will it take for you all to realize that you’re amazing without the facade of “toughness” you put up. Being yourself isn’t a prelude for vulnerability. So, try it. Now, i should really attempt to sleep before my alarm begins to ring at 5am.

You bask in the comfort of youth. Cling to whatever remnants of innocence you posses because it’s the only thing left of a childhood you weren’t allowed to enjoy. “Innocentia securitatem afferet”. Innocence brings security. Sure.

 Security comes with making your own decisions and growing up is an inevitable path we must walk. Building your own future instead of conforming to the one that has been created for you. Questioning the beliefs that once governed your existence and separating the “right” from the useful. Forgetting what is socially acceptable and constructing your own set of ideals regardless of the opinions that surround you. Innocence doesn’t bring security, maturing does. 

So enough cookie cutter,white picket fence fantasies. Just grow up. 

Please.

I can’t be more excited. aswkjhk345b34!