The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm from the Vietnam, babes.

I always care a little bit too much. [...]

I'm a beta reader, so if there's any piece of writing that you want me to proofread before sending off for publication, just shoot me a PM and I'd be happy to help you!

:] <3 If you don't know me, get to know me. You'll have me for life.

My Soul

feels complete, warm, and fuzzy.

I moved my dance instructor to tears today during my contemporary/lyrical improv. She said that I "moved" her and that my solo was "captivating, and stunning."

My heart feels warm. I touched the soul of another human being. I love that feeling.

Whoah Man

Are you kidding me?
Where did the Fan Word section on the front page go to?
What an atrocity!

I just checked the fan words page~ and there hasn't been a published Fan Word since January! It is now March, people.

How is this possible? =_= What...a darn friggin pity that the Otaku stopped recognizing writers on this site. *cough* eh-HEM. like me.
This makes me mad. I am mad.

._.

Long time no post. It's been really hard to upkeep this account, I'm not gonna lie. But I don't feel like letting go just yet, even though I know I should. xD I'm hanging on with my life, all for you guys. <3 Haha, if any of you still even love me. x)

Anyways, lots of drama in my life. Can I say, a bit too much? Oh well, its expected. I'm getting old. =_= I'm done with this high school scene babes, so done. I just want to graduate already and move on to the mature people. Get this petty stuff behind me. Expunge my life of the bad. (I love that word. Expunge.)

How have you all been doing? Good, I hope. I know I've been an awfully bad friend, not keeping in touch and all. But its just so hard to come on TheO now. I never have any time. AP classes are ruining my life, my SAT is in two weeks, and I'm paying a shit load of money for the AP tests in May. I just want to shoot myself in the foot.

Speaking of foot. In November of 09 (xD) I had super badly fractured my left foot and was on crutches for two months! Super bad for me since I'm a dancer and all. So when I got off my crutches, I had completely lost my sense of balance and fell over when doing a simple pirouette. -_- But I'm all better now, after a month of physical shock therapy and orthodics to put in my shoesies!

Hummmm, I can't think of anything else to update you guys on. Other than the drama that I won't bother annoying you with, my life is pretty damn boring. >_< I apologize. Haha (:

buffets (happenings of last night, taken from my tumblr)

i will never set foot in one again. tonight, i was reminded why i hate buffets.

so, my parents wanted to eat at hometown buffet tonight. why, i will never know. but we went, and the second i set foot in that restaurant, i was just overcome with a wave of sadness and despair. xO when i was little, hometown buffet was a place full of laughter and warmth and families coming together to eat. today, it was a lifeless place, full of people who did not look happy, and was just trying to shuffle as much food as possible into their empty stomachs before their next meal. i saw one family coming in with multiple children, counting out their money to pay at the counter. they put down all their cash, and the lady asked them, “do you have 75 cents?” and the two adults were in such a frenzy, patting their pockets and wallets. they scrummaged 75 cents and when they made it through the paying process, they looked relieved & rushed. their children ran to the food before they even made it to a table. it simply broke my heart.

but what warmed my heart at this buffet tonight. was a little girl named Amanda, suffering from down syndrome. i was up getting some water, and i heard a distressed voice somewhere behind me saying “sweetheart, please you have to eat. you haven’t eaten in two days.” i turn around, and there at a lone table for two, was a father, and his mentally ill daughter. he was trying to shovel some spaghetti into her mouth, but she refused to eat. she was wearing a bib, and noodles and spaghetti sauce were just dripping down her bib and mouth. and the father started to cry. and people were just standing and staring, like idiots, whispering in hushed tones, and looking at the pair as if they had an infectious disease. i put down my water and walked over to the table and bent down to the girl’s level. I asked the father how old she was, and what her name was.

He replied, “My baby girl. Her name is Amanda. She’s eight years old. As you can see…she has down syndrome. She won’t eat. She’s sad.”

I didn’t want to pry, so I just nodded sympathetically. And the emotional man just kept talking. “Her mother left us a few days ago. And now she refuses to eat.” I mumbled my apologies and looked at Amanda. I picked up a napkin and started wiping away at her mouth and cleaning her bib, the father just watched, an emotional wreck. And then, with permission from my parents who were walking back to the dinner table with their food, I stayed there with Amanda and her dad for a few minutes. First, I just chattered away into Amanda’s ear, talking about how pretty she was, and how I liked her bib and her nice red pants. And I just kept talking, and Amanda just kept looking at me, with the same stare. I hoped that somewhere inside of her, she was listening and understanding me. I could see why her father was such an emotional wreck now. I was about to cry myself. With permission from her dad, I took a small forkful of noodles, and tried to feed Amanda. Of course, she didn’t eat. The dad made some sort of squeaking noise with his throat. I put the fork down, and started talking some more, trying to be as exuberant as I could, moving my hands, and using different voices. Anything to entertain the girl. I tried feeding her again. And she refused over and over again. And each time, I would patiently put the fork down, and start story telling again.

Finally, after ten minutes, she took a bite. And her dad started crying even more. I gave Amanda a hug, and a smile to her father, and got my cup of water, and walked back to my table.

” A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference.” — Winnie the Pooh.

“You can’t always sit in your corner of the forest and wait for people to come to you… you have to go to them sometimes.” — Winnie the Pooh

<3 samantha

On a Mission

i just re-read every single one of my comment conversations with people from the past. And i've decided to make a mission.

Find kaylovely, my missing wife. this girl used to be so important to me, and we just lost contact. so my goal is to get back into contact with her. problem is, i donn't think she goes on The O anymore.

SO HELP ME.
Does anybody still keep in touch with her? Anybody?
Please help me. I just miss her. ): We never even properly said good bye.

&& kay, on the off chance that you're reading this; i haven't forgotten you. at all. every word i ever said to you, i meant. you just popped randomly into my head a few days ago, and now you won't pop back out. i regret not exchanging cell phone numbers. you have no idea how much i regret it. i miss you. please come back.