It was beautiful.

Seeing this makes me really wish I was already an Executive Producer so I could make it happen.

Motivation for higher education.

toocooltobehipster:

I believe I’ve never read anything more relevant:

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

By: Fu-zu Jen

It’s amazing, some people, they just say these small little things, one sentence and it changes the way you feel about them in an instant. Small little words that can hurt you so much or make you fall deeply in love forever. It changes everything, nothing between you is ever really the same again, even if they don’t know it.

CORY: You’re not going to, like, kiss me now, are you?
TOPANGA: Would it be your first kiss?
CORY: Hey, don’t come near me.
TOPANGA: Because it would be interesting… if all your life you remembered that your first kiss happened… when you thought you looked weird, wouldn’t it?
CORY: No it wouldn’t be interesting. Get away.
TOPANGA: Because then you’d know. It’s not what you look like on the outside that matters. It’s what kind of person you are.
CORY: You shouldn’t kiss somebody you’re not married to.
TOPANGA: Hmm. Yeah. I would have to feel I really knew the person. And that I liked him.
CORY: Good.
TOPANGA: Good… It was my first one, too.

Every time I listen to this song I realize more and more how perfect it’s lyrics are for me…

I’m not surprised, not everything lasts
I’ve broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track
Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up then I let myself down

I tried so very hard not to loose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility

And I know some day that it’ll all turn out
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid that I give so much more than I get
I just haven’t met you yet

I might have to wait, I’ll never give up
I guess it’s half timin and the other half’s luck
Wherever you are, whenever it’s right
You’ll come outta nowhere and into my life

And I know that we can be so amazin
And baby your love is gonna change me
And now I can see every possibility

Somehow I know that it’ll all turn out
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out
And promise you kid I’ll give so much more than I get
I just haven’t met you yet

They say all’s fair in love and war
But I won’t need to fight it
We’ll get it right and we’ll be united

And I know that we can be so amazin
And bein in your life is gonna change me
And now I can see every single possibility

And someday I know it’ll all turn out
And I’ll work to work it out
Promise you kid I’ll give more than I get

Oh you know it’ll all turn out
And you’ll make me work so we can work to work it out
And promise you kid to give so much more than I get yeah
I just haven’t met you yet

I just haven’t met you yet
Oh promise you kid to give so much more than I get
I said love love love love love love love
I just haven’t met you yet

Recently I had an epiphany regarding the relationship I have with my friends in comparison to that of Vin Diesel’s character, Jackie DiNorscio, in the movie Find Me Guilty and his friends.

The film is based on the true story of Jack DiNorscio, a mobster who defended himself in court for what would be the longest mafia trial in U.S. history.

Now I’m not a mobster and all my friends aren’t murdering crooks, but something really touched home and rang a bell the second time I chose to watch the movie to analyze it for speech class. In the film, Jackie is already in prison while all his childhood friends and fellow mobsters run free. Yet when the district attorney tries to negotiate a deal with him he practically spits in his face for even daring to ask him to rat our his friends. Once the trial begins and Jackie decides to defend himself instead of using a lawyer like everyone else, he mentions over and over again how all the men in that room are his friends and how he loves them very much. That’s where him and I see eye to eye.

Jackie wasn’t treated like crap by most of the fellow “family” members during the film, but they weren’t very kind to him either. At one point he has to beg to be able to eat lunch with them instead of eating alone in his cell. Yet through the end of the trial he continuously mentions how he’s grown up with all those guys and he really cares about them. Even at the end when he wins the trial (sorry to ruin it but it’s obvious since they wouldn’t make a movie about a guy who loses) his “friends” run out to enjoy their lives while Jackie has to go back to prison. They see him getting into the prison van and scream and shout thank you at him but they’re only grateful at that moment for him helping get them off the hook. And Jackie seems to be ok with that. He doesn’t act bitter for one moment because none of them have gone to visit him or probably will, yet he smiles and enjoys the fact that he’s made them happy because even if they don’t love him very much, he loves them.

And I can relate to that.