(referring to Justin Combs article)

I really am not sure what to think about this one. It sort of blurs the line between his achievements and his father’s.

In his defense, he (Justin) was the one busting his butt on the football field and maintaining a good GPA throughout high school. Not many people can do that, or more importantly, CARE enough to do that. I was your typical nerd in high school, caring about grades first and foremost, and I even let them slip my senior year. Justin obviously did not, keeping both grades and athletic performance in good standing. Take into consideration that he does all of this IN SPITE OF THE FACT that his father COULD PAY FOR HIS SCHOOL IF HE ASKED HIM TO! That stands out to me more than anything about Justin.

To answer the question of whether HE should give the money back for the scholarship, ABSOLUTELY NOT! They chose him out of plenty of other players based on his achievements, therefore he earned it and deserves it.

To answer the question of how his father could handle this situation without damaging his reputation, I absolutely DO NOT think he should force his son to give the money back, either. I think it would be a great idea for everyone involved to create a scholarship (or multiple scholarships) to give back to the community, and to those less fortunate. Really, I think anybody with money should at least consider this; for most of us, getting an education is WHAT WE RELY ON to be successful, whereas Sean Combs had his talent, like any other artist.

So, no! He should absolutely NOT have to deny the scholarship. They’re based on HIS achievements, not his father’s!!

Food for thought!

It has officially been one year since I have cut myself. One full year. I’m not gonna lie, it hasn’t really been an easy journey, but I can’t even begin to describe how proud of myself I am. I want to do something special to celebrate…now I just have to figure out what…

tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Dude, totally dinosaurs. Robots kinda creep me out, especially my mom’s robot vacuum that turns on whenever I walk past it =[

Mmmm, the ginger mint looks delicious!

heathersday:

Elderberry-Cinnamon

Makes 1 pot of tea, steep for 10-15 minutes

1 Tbsp elderberries, dried
1-2 cinnamon sticks, crushed
1-3 Tbsp of honey, to taste

Good for sore throats, coughs, cold and flu, bronchitis, asthma, etc – see the throat and lung connection? Also good for pleasure as it tastes…

I’d like to dedicate this song to someone who really needs to learn to SHUT HER F@#$&%G MOUTH!!!!! Beyond aggravated.

I’ve recently started using this forum, lots of help and support from other fibro people.

I went through this type of situation for about a year before I was diagnosed with fibro; sad thing is, I can totally picture my previous doctor saying something like this to me! LOL! Doctors are people too, I guess… ;-)

Found on http://shadowsoffibromyalgia.wordpress.com/category/funny-pages/

I don’t claim to be religious. In fact, I stray from religion for more than one reason.

But I really do believe that everything happens for a reason.

I, too, wonder what the reason is behind having to endure allover pain, all day every day. Why can’t I remember why I walked into this room? Why can’t I remember what someone just said to me? And grocery lists? Forget it!

I’m eighteen years old, but to my peers, I’m at least 85. I’ve been called everything from Grandma to The Cripple. I’ll laugh along with them, showing that it doesn’t bother me, but in the back of my mind I always ask…

WHY ME?

No one should have to go through this. And the fact that there are people who still do not believe in the existence of fibromyalgia REALLY aggravates me. Being thought of as a liar upsets me to no end. There’s nothing visibly wrong with me, other than the occasional limp, so I must not really be in pain, right? (Ugh, people.)

But something tells me there’s a reason for it. I’m here for a reason. I harbor this pain for a reason. I can’t remember my own phone number (sometimes) for a reason.

I really do think that fibromyalgia’s presence has a purpose in all of our lives. You have to look at the positive side: we appreciate our good days more than anyone else. We appreciate understanding more than anyone can imagine. Most important, we appreciate anything the medical community can do to help us get through it.

Maybe the reason we are put in this pain is a sort of motivation. Think about it: if you’re not in pain, why would you try to find the answer for someone else’s pain? No, I’m not saying we should all become doctors, but increasing awareness of fibromyalgia and the incredibly detrimental effects it can have on someone’s life might just be the answer to our questions. Maybe the reason we’re in pain now is just a driving force to not being in pain later.

Awareness and support are keys to possibly finding a future cure, or at least a better treatment.

So maybe that’s the reason for the pain, the misery, and the fog…wait, now what was I just talking about? :-)

What the fuck crawled up your ass? You have been nothing but mean to everybody. It’s not my fucking fault your life isn’t what you want it to be, stop fucking taking it out on me! I am so fucking close to losing it none of you have any fucking idea. I don’t want someone to tell me to let it go, I don’t fucking want to let it go. I don’t want someone to talk me out of it, I am fucking allowed to have a fucking opinion. I don’t fucking want anybody else’s fucking opinion on why I’m pissed, I didn’t fucking ask for it. I want somebody to fucking get why I’m so fucking pissed and just let me be pissed! Is that too much to ask? I can only be so carefree before my shoulders start to feel like someone’s pulling them tighter and tighter, to the point where I can’t move.

Excuse me, and I’m the one who’s being ridiculous? I don’t think so.

Another day, another person bitching at me for shit that really isn’t my fault. But I forget, nobody gives a flying fuck. I’m not a mind reader. This shit is not SUPPOSED TO BE MY RESPONSIBILITY. AND IF PEOPLE WOULD LIKE TO GET PISSED OFF ABOUT IT, THEY CAN SHOVE IT UP THEIR OWN ASS FOR ALL I CARE. I’m not your fucking servant. So, when we can all grow up and act our age, I’d be more than happy to discuss any concerns regarding what is my job and what isn’t. In the meantime, stop being two faced bitches who can’t handle their on problems because we’re all too scared to say anything to one another. Welcome to the real world, where shit doesn’t get done telepathically, and the people who actually get shit done are always the first to get burned. Always.