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Fucking The Girl Next Door you uncultured assholes.
whats this from!!
Fucking Full House you dip shit. What is wrong with people?!
Umm, that would be mother fuckin’ Buffy the Vampire Slayer, asshat.
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Gay Marriage Debate...PLOT TWIST
Original Status (Person A):THE BIBLE SAYS ONE WOMAN AND ONE MAN GET MARRIED! IT IS NOT MEANT TO BE ANY OTHER WAY!
Person B:But god also said everyone is forgiven dont make statuses like these or you'll make people mad, and if everyone is so much against gays, abortion and divorce is against god laws but no one freaks out about that. Everyone uses god as an excuse against gays and bi's but in reality you're just homophobic or you just need some excuse to justify yourself
Me:I see that week-long mission trip with Puppets for Christ really taught you to always uphold a Christ-like attitude...
Person A:No Person B, I am not using an excuse and I am not homophobic. You cant tell that just because of what I believe in. By the way I am just stating what I believe you don't have snap back at me with an insult.
Me:It's call homophobia, discrimination, prejudice, and hatred. As a solider of Christ you should not judge other children of God. Person A, I advise that if you don't think gay marriage is right, then don't YOU enter into a gay marriage. It is no business of yours what others want to do with their own lives. If it makes you happy to keep people who love each other from being married, then I guess that's the kind of "Christian" you've chosen to be.
Person A:Thanks Caroline. That's why I miss you so much. You always gave the best advice! I should probably just delete this whole post.
Me:Well I hope you don't just delete this post. I hope you really reevaluate your beliefs. Don't believe everything you read and don't believe everything people tell you.
I know that you are going through a confusing time right now. I know you’re very used to always knowing what you feel and why you feel it, but now you don’t know what to feel. Don’t be afraid.
Sometimes emotions aren’t as easy to categorize as we’d like. You can’t just sort them in drawers labeled happy, sad, angry, jealous or regretful. You need to realize that.
Another funny emotion is love. I know you love so many people for different reasons and in different ways. And I know you’re struggling with what the magnanimity of love means. You need to stop looking back on memories or finding sweet quotes or comparing your relationships to those you respect in life and fiction. You need to create your own definition of love, and what it means to be in love, and what that entails. What should you receive? What should you give? And what should you compromise?
I know you’ve been avoiding these questions, but you just can’t do that anymore.
Seeking perspectives of others is good, but in the end, yours is the only one that matters. Someone else can’t tell you what you feel, or what you want, or what you need.
I know what you’re thinking right now. That you can hold on, that you can do this. But I also know you might change your mind in the morning. I don’t want you to wake up next week, or next year, or 50 years from now wishing you’d done something different.
I know people say love isn’t easy. But should it be so hard? I don’t know the answer to that. I think people say a lot of things about love that they don’t really believe or think to justify their own choices. You need to stop reciting cliches and figure out what love means to you.
You know who you are. You had three years of being all by yourself to figure that out. In a way, I know you choose yourself as your best friend. And that’s good, I think. To love yourself. But no matter how much you might think it, you won’t be the same person a year from now, or even in the next five minutes. You are a complex human being, and should not insult yourself by thinking of yourself as such a static character.
Stop thinking about the idea of people. You can’t love someone because you love the idea of being with them, whether being bad with them or growing old with them. Look at that person. Who are they? Who are they, really?
I know sometimes you look at people and think they look like a stranger. Who is this person? How did they come to be in my life? And how did they come to mean so much to me? But of course that makes you think, how could I ever forget what they mean to me? How could I hurt this person so badly?
I know you blame yourself for what’s happening. But you are human. You are one of the most flawed human beings I know, and that’s beautiful. You cannot change things in the past, so stop lingering on them. Don’t think “what if.”
Stop thinking hypothetically because that’s just a way to say what you want to say without commitment. Don’t be embarrassed of what you think. Don’t be afraid to say it. Never be afraid to be honest.
I know it hurts. Even if you tell me it doesn’t, I know it does. You’re such a happy person it’s hard to make room for the darker emotions, but sometimes you need to. Walking around like a happy lunatic is just as bad as feeling sorry for yourself. Let in the dark emotions.
Get angry. Cry for hours, and then cry some more. Break something. Scream at the top of your lungs.
But then be quiet. Let the world melt around you. Once you’re done being so damn neutral maybe you’ll be able to feel something. Maybe if you finally let out the dark emotions you’ll know how to feel them. You can decide what you feel. You can decide who you feel for.
But remember that I love you, and I always will. The love of others may come to pass, but the love I have for you will never fade. I will be with you always, through every part of your life. So above all else, make sure you are happy and you like the person you are. Because in the end, that’s all that really matters.
Central Florida Future Opinions Editor
That would be me. And that would be my boss-man face.
MY FIRST ONLINE EVENT COVERAGE PIECE!
We’re either your long lost family or members of an Aryan race cult.
I have gotten on the most bizarre sleeping schedule of all time. It’s 4:20, and I might not be smoking hash (do you smoke hash?) but I am wide awake. Yesterday I slept until five in the afternoon, then stayed up ‘till noon this morning, until passing out until nine tonight. And the cycle begins again.
I don’t mind this new outlook on life, it seems to be the rest of the world that does. When you sleep during the day and do everything else at night, you establish a bit of a loner rep. Now I’m not running out to buy a trench coat and duffel bag, but I have felt the sudden sting of loneliness from time to time. Let’s move on before this turns into a porno about a lonely housewife and the plumber/pool boy/milk man.
But I have made some new and interesting friends since becoming a woman of the night-DAMN, I’m a natural for the porno biz..sad. Last night, I heard an actual owl “hooting” outside my dorm window. I like how I say “actual owl” as if I’m afraid people won’t believe me. So while you little gungans were all nestled in your beds, spooning with a pillow, I was having an intellectual conversation with AN ACTUAL LIVE OWL!!!
The Bitch is Back
And by bitch, I mean me.
Remember when I used to post something everyday? Neither do I. Well I’m changing that right here, right now. Got your white tee-shirt on nice and snug? Good, because I’m about to hose you down with quite possibly some empty promises.
I was just reading through some of my old review posts, and just couldn’t stop thinking to myself, “Damn, I’m funny.” Too conceited? Okay, “Damn, I’m hideous.” Too pitiful? Sorry I don’t know how to work this metaphorical self esteem switch.
I have no clue what I’m going to post, when I’m going to post it, how I’m going to post it-wait, I’m going to use Tumblr, the site I’m using to post right now. I got caught up in the 5 W’s. Well actually “how” isn’t a -FOCUS Caroline.
Sometimes this thing takes control of my hands and brain and makes me type whatever I’m thinking about. Just kidding, I do it on purpose for comic effect.
What is this post about? See what I did there… Any-twizzlers, no longer will this be the blog you debate whether or not to unfollow because there’s never anything new. To my credit, I have been posting links to my CFF articles-INSERT SHAMELESS PLUG, GO READ MY ARTICLES ASSHOLES.
Bottom line. Don’t read this blog while drinking milk because I cannot be held legally accountable for any damage to you personal computer…or nose.
This is the face of a serious journalist…
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Professor: Tell us about yourself.
My name is Caroline Glenn, and it’s pronounced Care-oh-line. You would think that’s self explanatory, but apparently not. I am a second semester freshman here at UCF. I am planning to major in Journalism with a minor in digital media. If you had asked me 4 years ago what I wanted to be when I “grew up”, I would have replied, a teacher. But when I realized I’d have to wake up at 6:00 AM for the rest of my God forsaken life, let’s just say, that ship sailed itself.
For a few years I was in future-career-limbo. And then one day it hit me, like a snobby popular girl telling me my drugstore coverup was doing a slack job to hide my “zitty” exterior. Literally. I did what any 16 year old would do. I wrote about it on my blog. It got a lot of attention at my high school, probably because I “forgot” to replace my peers’ actual names with pseudo names. Whoops. After a few passive aggressive pieces about my fellow classmates and overall dissatisfaction with the world, I realized I could use my powers for good instead of evil. I devoted my blog to the art of writing. Everyday I wrote a sassy new review, whether it covered The Hunger Games movie, the 2012 Presidential Election, or my new fake tanner. I also discovered my love for writing short stories, and by that I mean, discovered that, thanks to video games, most people only have an attention span of about five minutes.
About a year later, I took the next step in my internet adventures. Video blogging, also known as “vlogging” which is annoying word because computers always try to auto-correct it to “blogging”. I started a YouTube channel almost a year ago, and it has reached almost 700 subscribers who tune in for comedy, tutorials, stories, or whatever I decide to vomit out in front of the camera that day. I film in my dorm room, which was a little awkward at first with a random roommate, and edit the footage myself. It has really become an amazing passion. One of my 2013 resolutions is to reach 1500 subscribers.
“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”