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I am worth: 525,089 Gold
Estimated with known marketplace values on 24 June 2007
I can't decide if this is a good or bad thing. Afterall, that means....many logged hours on here, lol.
edit:
So ummmm....forgot about how much s**t I had in storage. sweatdrop
I am worth: 741,684 Gold
Estimated with known marketplace values on 24 June 2007
(Including current gold amount of 17,47 cool
Exclusions: (a bunch of paper stuff as well as...) All game items, Items in storage, Items in your house
Note: Casino items are valued in gold
 freakingdork · Mon Jun 25, 2007 @ 03:22am · 0 Comments |
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crippled gloomy vines
stunted by frozen sighs
and shallow roots
one touch to shatter
like the shimmering glass I saw
as I crunched grey snow
catching a glimpse of a reflection
for a second
I saw what was not there
myself
but they were just
glass and snow and vines
real things in a real world
freakingdork · Sat Jan 22, 2005 @ 01:40am · 0 Comments |
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sometimes i just feel like i'm going crazy |
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She believed that as young children her patients faced a difficult choice: They could be quthentic and honest, or they could be loved. If they chose wholeness, they were abandoned by their parents. If they chose love, they abandoned their true selves.//Her patient's parents, because of their own childhood experiences, regared parts of their children's personalities as unacceptable. They taught their children that only a small range of thoughts, emotions, and behaviors would be tolerated. The children disowned that which wasn't tolerated. If anger was not tolerated, they acted as if they felt no anger.....//Miller believed that as the true self was disowned, the false self was elevated. If others approved, the false self felt validated and the person was temporarily happy. With the false self in charge, all validation came from outside the person. If the false self failed to gain approval, the person was devastated.
Mother Teresas says that Americans suffer a greater poverty than the people of India. Americans suffer the poverty of loneliness.
When girls fail to acknowledge their own feelings, they further the development of a false self. Only by staying connected to their emotions and by slowly working through the turbulence can young women emerge from adolescence strong and whole.
Often girls who try to conform overshoot the mark. For example, girls with anorexia have tried too hard to become slender, feminine, and perfect. They have become thin, shiny packages, outwardly carefully wrapped and inwardly a total muddle.
-Sunny
freakingdork · Tue Jan 11, 2005 @ 05:53pm · 0 Comments |
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tired. sick. avoiding gaia for a bit.
freakingdork · Thu Dec 09, 2004 @ 02:38am · 0 Comments |
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why am i letting it rain? |
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It's f'n cold here....and raining. Yuck. I hate weather. stare
In other news, I'm really sick. But that's cuz I ate a ton of stuff that I'm not supposed to. Oops. Actually, not really oops. I did do it semi-on-purpose anyway. Blah.
sad
freakingdork · Wed Dec 08, 2004 @ 01:24am · 0 Comments |
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"i think this college blows" |
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stressed I absolutely refuse to deal with school anymore. Fail me. scream ******** it. scream I don't care. gonk gonk
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
i. just. don't. want. to. be. here. any. more.
freakingdork · Sat Dec 04, 2004 @ 06:12am · 0 Comments |
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(silence)
freakingdork · Wed Dec 01, 2004 @ 07:38pm · 0 Comments |
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I feel...soooo....sick. Like, it used to just be my throat hurting. Now my stomach is....feeling tossed. Blech.
Sorta making the finishing touches on my paper. I still don't have a conclusion and I'm nearly over the "limit." *wrinkles nose* I need to learn to control how many words I use. I'm going to have to revise, revise, revise tomorrow morning. Well...this morning. Whatever.
Heh, my friend Ashley called today. She's an internet friend...something my parents would condone...but yeah. Apparently I gave her my HOME phone number and well...I'm at college. Thankfully (sorta) she got my sister...I mean, it's good she didn't get a parent because then they'd be all over me like flies on dog poo...but Jenny...she sounds EXACTLY like me on the phone. whee
Their conversation as described to me by Ashley:
Jenny: Hi, D****'s.
Ashley: Hi...is this Sunny?
Jenny: Yes.
Ashley: Hiiiii....*silence*...it's Ashley!
Jenny: Ashley who? *raises eyebrow*
***MAJOR SILENCE***
Ashley: Is this Sunny?
Jenny: No. She's at college.
Ashley: *bewildered* O...oooh. Do you have that number? I don't think I do.
Jenny: Ummm...let me look... *gets number*
Ashley: Ahhh...thanks. Bye.
Jenny: Bye.
Hehehehehehehe.
freakingdork · Tue Nov 30, 2004 @ 06:27am · 0 Comments |
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I'm in a sarcastic mood today. And I hate myself for getting so addicted to Gaia. I have a paper due Tuesday that I probably won't start till Monday at 11 pm. And I hate that.
freakingdork · Sun Nov 28, 2004 @ 08:17pm · 1 Comments |
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