Real talk

This class was fun and i got pretty creative and i'm kind of sad for it to be over. I loved this class but i also hated it. I loved the videos we watched and everything we talked about. I loved getting to know new people and reading blogs. But after a while the blogs got boring to me, i lost interest. And Nelson really only cared about and like all of the "popular" kids. Those were his favorite students and no one else ever had a chance. It just isn't fair. And after we revealed it only got worse. And i hated that a lot of people in my class thought they were better than everyone else. And they would sarcastically say things like "omg no way thats so cool i can't believe it" or cheer super sarcastic and rudely. Like thats not ok to put others down when they worked up the nerve to get in front of the class and read something they wrote. For some people that takes a lot of nerve. And you may not agree with any of this and you might not like that i'm not afraid to say what everyone else doesn't want to but yeah.

Thanks to everyone that actually read my crappy blog. 

Finding Paris

 The smell of croissants pouring out of bakery windows.

I came here to find love not pastries. 

The 7am blues hits really hard in the city of love when you're all alone. 

Surrounded by love and lovers and constant reminders of love. 

I'm looking for someone who will be there through my 1am heartaches. 

My 2am stomach aches. 

My 3am 4am 5am heartaches. 

Someone who will sit with me in a cafe sipping some kind of crappy tea talking about god knows what.

   I'm lost in Paris and i'm waiting for love to find me.

   I lost my heart in Paris and i'm waiting for someone to find it.

dear Aristotle:

i made you cookies because why not!

so i started this time lapse video and my phone ran out of storage. when i was done making the cookies i went to look at the video and realized that it only recorded me doing the butter... cool right? soooo i wasn't gonna remake the cookies so yeah here's a crappy time lapse video if you wanna watch it...

diving head first out of an airplane

Hi everyone. My name is Patricia Wyssling and I am 17 years old. I'm actually really scared to reveal because i know that everything will be different. People will stop reading my blog just because they don't like me and i feel like revealing will change the entire class.

Well i like the color purple and i'm terrible at art. I was born in New Jersey and I lived there my entire life up until last summer when i moved here. I live in Alpine now and wow culture shock.

I sometimes like to think that i'm funny so here's an acapella video i made. yeah well yeah okay.

oh and here's a picture of me so you know what i look like when i'm not making weird faces

Edumacate you on the word DANK

Dank basically means drugs so don't do it #blueticket

How to cook the perfect boy

1. preheat the oven to 375

2. combine 2 cups sugar, 1 1/2 cup flour, and  2 tablespoons baking soda. stir until fluffy.

3. beat 2 eggs. once beaten well, combine with sugar, flour and baking soda. mix until sticky.

4. plop it all onto a cooking tray and put in the oven for 2 hours.

5. after 2 hours it would expand. then add all the qualities of the kind of boy you want the mixture. let it sit for a day.

6. spray with a good smelling cologne.

7. put it in the shower for 30 minutes. after 30 minutes it should be ready. he will walk out of the shower and be ready for use.

CAUTION: there is no guarantee he wont leave you for another girl

eat that last slice of chocolate cake

He touches my hand, sliding his fingers in between mine. 

I take in a deep breath, i feel the air in my lungs.

the rush of love running throughout my whole body.

Aren't you afraid you'll never experience that? Love.

What if you die young? What will you do then?

You'll never get to experience the butterflies,

the heartache.

You'll never get to sit on the porch on rainy days and drink tea.

Or to get all wrapped up with the one you love in big cozy blankets and talk until 2 am.

Aren't you afraid you'll never be able to experience any of that? does it ever cross your mind?

don't be afraid to live while you're young.

Sunday night thoughts 

My creativity is running low.

My fingers and toes are always cold, its a disorder i have.

I cant breathe because of the altitude.

I sweat from the smallest things (sweeping the floor is one).

My clothes don't always fit me right.

I'm really lazy sometimes.

But hey at least i'm alive, right?

I'll take the L on this one

Dear girls:

Boys are assholes :) don't trust them.

They are not worth your time.

Trust me, i'd know.

Love Me

Dear boys:

You're all assholes :) there is no such thing as "the nice boy".

You're all dicks and you don't deserve the time of day.

Trust me, i'd know.

Love Me

and also i'm really scared

i have a hammock hanging in my bedroom.

Not the indoor kind, but the camping kind.

and lights,

Not lamps, but the kind you wrap around a Christmas tree.

i have an alarm clock,

But i don't use it as an alarm... in fact i don't use it at all.

my room is always clean,

But i never make my bed.

and i have a dresser, 

But i keep all of my clothes in my closet.

i'm not afraid, 

And also i'm really scared.

Thoughts that a kiss will leave you with

Maybe i love you like the sun loves the moon. He dies every night so she can have her time to shine.

Or maybe i love you like the sand loves the ocean. 

I love you at 2AM when i crave your existence besides me and at 11PM when i just need someone to talk to.

Maybe love is when you kiss someone and you tell all of your friends because you still cant believe it happened. When you're on cloud 9 because you've been wanting this to happen for a long time. Or maybe love is when you wait and wait and wait for them just to text you back because you want to talk to them so badly.

Maybe love is letting "the one" go because that's what is best for you both. 

Love is when you kiss someone and your lips tingle for day and you cant stop thinking about it.

I know i love music and the feeling that comes along with a great song. 

Does that count as love?

Does he love her because he called her to pick him up at 12:30AM? Or is it just his typical Friday night booty call?

Does she love him because she says "I'll wait for you" when he leaves on his mission? Or is she just saying that, leaving him with false hope for the future?

Some people say love is when you have sex.

"Why'd you guys do it?"

"Because we love each other."

or

"Why wont you have sex with them? Don't you love them?"

what really defines love? is it writing a song about someone? or is it being too shy to tell each other you love each other but EVERYONE ELSE knows it? 

Is love hooking up with the same person every weekend? I love talking to the same person every day for weeks on end?

Love is overrated; but at the same time its underrated.

the word love is used all too often but not often enough.

Love is confusing 

and messy

and hard

and all worth it at the same time.

Love is like learning to drive. 

Individuality 

We all breathe, don't we?

We all feel, don't we?

We all think and know things, don't we?

We all are capable of love, aren't we?

We all can hate, cant we? 

So why do some people thinkg they're better than others? 

We are all equal, we are all human.

Of course we are all different in our own way,

but on the inside and by design we are all the same.

I'm just human.

Dear Teachers

Do you not understand that i have more than just your class?

I get homework from 6 different classes.

So why is it necessary for you to give me 2 hours of homework just for your class?

That doesn't really seem fair, does it?

Plus i play sports and work.

When do you want me to spend time with my family?

Also, why do you expect me to write an 800 word essay every week? 

That makes my life so hard...

Please just understand that these things make me very frustrated and i would appreciate a change.

Love Me.

My blog is pretty boring

One time

i was really happy.

And it was when i was surrounded by all my friends

and people i've known my whole life.

But now,

i don't have anyone.

I hope that changes

soon.

I just want things to be #different than they are now.

12:48 am thoughts 

What do you do when someone you love
texts you at 12:30 am
saying they're done?
That they want to end it?
What do you say to them?
When you're the only one that knows.

How do you stop them? When you have no control
over what they do
and the choices they make?

cyranos

take me back to the days where i didn't care what people thought about me.

when i didn't care what i looked like

or what clothes i wore

when my best friends were my parents

and nothing else

mattered.

and

all did was play with my toys.

and everything

i did was based off of my imagination.

back to the days when i would draw as if i were

the greatest

artist in the world.

i just want my crayons back,

is that too much to ask?

heres a list of songs 

First time- Vance Joy
Skinny Love- Bon Iver
Bulletproof Weeks- Matt Nathanson
Sweet Sun- Milkey Chance
Snaggletooth- Vance Joy
Straight Into Your Arms- Vance Joy
The Kids Don't Stand A Chance- Vampire Weekend
In A Week- Hozier
Welcome to My life- Simple Plan
Georgia- Vance Joy
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.- Noah and The Whale
Cats and Dogs- the Head and the Heart
While i'm Alive- STRFKR
Settle Down- the 1975
Girls- The 1975
Lets get Lost- G-eazy
I Found- Amber Run
Long Way Down- Tom Odell
Savior- Rise Against

Hats

Sometimes i try to be someone i'm not. I try so hard to fit in and thats not really who i am.
Other times i don't care what people think. And then there are times when i act differently.
I'll act funny sometimes. And sometimes i'll act crazy. Sometimes i'll act serious. But thats not me being "fake", its me being me. Just being different in different situations.
Sometimes i'll be happy and other times i'll be sad.
Sometimes i'll laugh and sometimes i'll cry.
Sometimes i'll be social and other times i don't want to talk to anyone.

I use hats to cover up who i am sometimes and sometimes i put on a different hat to show another side of me.

To the kid who sits alone at lunch

I'm surrounded by people who may seem like my friends.
But no one understands me,
I feel so alone,
All the time.
Everyone says that they're there for me and that we should hang out
But everyone is too busy
With their own life
To realize that anyone else is hurting
Or feeling alone.

And when someone takes their life
Everyone says "i wish there was something more i could have done"
And "i love everyone".

But in reality, everyone is so fake.
If they really cared they would have gone out and done something
Not just for a the week after it happened along with everyone else in the school,
But before the life was taken and every day after that.

If more people were genuine with each other
And everyone treated each other kindly regardless of popularity
Maybe we wouldn't have to worry about anyone wanting to take their life.

There are more people than just me feeling alone.
There are more people than just me feeling like they have no friends,
Or feeling sad.
There are more people than just me hurting.
And we have to do something about it.
Not just now,
Not just tomorrow,
Be kind to everyone you meet.

my thoughts on high school

The commons: the gathering place for all high schoolers. Where you stand in the commons at lunch is crucial to your high school social status (not that it matters in real life anyways). Standing next to the knight are all of the seniors that are popular because their parents are rich. They are basically the snobby kids of the school and they all drive expensive clothes and never wear the same outfit twice. To the left of the knight in front of the mural is where all of the soccer players sit. They just talk about soccer and laugh about the most random things. To the left of the mural are all of the football players that are really funny. They are nice to everyone and can always make you laugh. Never go in front of the main office, all of the juniors that think they are cool but really are just annoying stand there. In the middle of the commons is where all of the popular seniors that are popular because they are nice to everyone stand. They invite “loners” to talk to them, they know what it’s like to feel left out. They are the nice kids in the school. In front of the library windows is where all of the outdoorsy kids stand. They are all way too tall and all they ever talk about is their latest adventures. Most of them are on the mountain biking team, so they also talk about that. Last but not least, the football and baseball players all stand to the right of the knight. No one else ever goes over there because they are all so intimidating. In the hallways are where the new kids sit. Also, the kids that don’t want to get involved with anyone in the commons stay in the halls or outside, too. Lastly, there are the people that leave for lunch because they don’t want to see or deal with anyone from school. They are the kids that can’t wait to graduate.