you are my sunshine


my only sunshine


you make me happy


when skies are gray


you’ll never know dear


how much i love you


please dont take


my sunshine away


this is the most beautiful post i have ever seen I’m my life

This makes me a happy Irish man

This is beautiful

I’m gonna lose my best friend. And you know I would love to say I fought my
hardest to not let it happen, but he’s leaving in 15 days, to a life he has already started and I won’t even admit to his face how much the nerd means to me.
Why can’t I express myself to the people I care most about?

Not to brag but…
I usually don’t celebrate my birthday. But being in Weston in a new place where people don’t particularly care for me. (I’m slowly making friends) But leaving all my friends and people back home who care about me for two weeks, especially today on my birthday. And getting all of their well wishes.
It just makes me feel so loved. And grateful.

I finally reached Dancing Queen status. Thanks to Christine

Today I met a guy who reminded me of Opa (my grandfather), Jordan, Brian and [I guess] Court all combined in one person. Except you could tell he was smarter. (Not more so than all of them combined, but enough to be like I should watch myself around him). I stumbled upon meeting him when I was looking for Ian, another tech director at Regis. I was talking out loud basically to both of them. And mainly Ian but the other guy engaged polite conversation. And then he began to ask those “tester questions.” (Ones that people ask you to test your knowledge and see how much you actually know). Of course we talked about my two favorite things. Power tools and audio. So after a bit Ian left and I talked to Zack. (Whoops I forgot to mention his name.) and he was laughing at me and was like you look and sound so serious all the time. I like that. You should stick around because your seriousness makes me laugh. Which I think is ironic since like…I am the least serious person when it comes to basically everything. I then brought up my philosophy on life and work.
It’s kind of like Death of a Salesman…hard work gets you farther in life than charisma; but if you have the charisma, life is more fun. [because you can bullshit your way through anything]. Seriously — if you look the part no one will question you. As you get older you’ll realize this…. People are either lazy or don’t care enough. When someone needs their computer fixed, they pay for knowledge, [and I guess the labor]. But one generally doesn’t have the skill set that the specialist has. Whether that be how to choreograph a dance or how to install plumbing into a house. Right now, with the Internet at your finger tips, you never need to hire someone to do work for you again since how-to’s are all online. But people are fucking lazy!!
But getting back to my point. As I was explaining my philosophy. Zack responded basically saying that he could tell that about me. He knew I had an air of over compensation for something. I don’t remember what. But now I wanna remember…. He understood that about me from the way I handled myself. In the sense that I demand the respect and the attention and that is actually kind of douchey or that makes me a dick. And I, to be honest, I am so happy that I do, and I appear just as I perceive myself. I know I over-compensate in my seriousness or the way I carry myself. But I still know what I am doing. And I know he knows I know my shit. {Lol that sentence though}. What just got to me was 1) How well he read me from a 15
Minute conversation, 2) What he said after that: Even if you know as much as you do and you continue to work the way you do. No one will take you seriously until you are 25.

Which is what Opa used to say to me.
It’s the best piece of knowledge someone has ever given me. (Besides trying Ice Cream.)

So the other day at work, I was helping a woman. And so I was watching the game (Germany was dominating Brazil) and being all childish in my giddiness and I apologized to her if I was being unprofessional and explained to her that I was sixteen, and I like to pretend I am a kid still. And she just looked at me and said “What?! You’re sixteen? I thought you were way older.” And then she looked me in the eye and said “Well you’re going to be just fine. You’re gonna make it.” And I didn’t know what to say. Because people say that to me all the time. Bill, my friend’s step father, has told me on multiple occasions that he and my friend’s family think I am an extraordinary kid. I agree I am not normal and a lot many people could be me. In my weirdness and my sense of humor or my work ethic. And thinking about this it made me think about what T said to Nick, “One day, I need you to accept this. You don’t have to say this to anyone else. You could look at yourself in the mirror and say it. Say, “I am extraordinary.” And that got to me. More than just how much I agreed how humble Nick is, but I do agree at one point in everyone’s life: THEY MUST ACCEPT THEMSELVES.
When I reflect on myself, I want to say I am extraordinary. But I can’t, not yet at least. Because I am not to the level of Court or Nick or anyone on that level. Those people aren’t gods, but they know who they are and what people mean to them. I still need to grow. I know I could be extraordinary, but not quite yet.

Here’s the thing.
I thought summer would make things better. All it did was make me realize this is the rest of my life and I can’t get out.

Just let me die.

“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
- Maya Angelou  (via emilynoel)


do whatcha want, whatcha want with my body (if ur rich)


when your mom is yelling at you to do more chores while you’re doing chores and you’re there like 



i hate parents that treat their kids like shit and then have the audacity to ask for respect