College Scares May 30, 2008

<–The face of a girl who needs to think about the future and fast.

 

 

   For everyone alive, will go through the agony of choosing to go to college or not to go to college. Graduating is the first step, and seems to always be a right of passage for everyone in their lives. I am honestly just dreading that day, because I mean that is the day where you fully have to grow up. I feel like Peter Pan in away, always want to be a girl *no Peter Pan was not a hermaphrodite, slightly gay maybe but that is a different matter* I know I have to grow up, but then I feel like a three year old wanting to stomp around and stay put.  I guess, allot of people are wanting to grow up, but still afraid what awaits us in the dark abyss in front of us.

 

   I want to go to college, I want to get my Masters degree. But, I still can’t see me as a scientist. It is what I know I should and want to do, I just still can’t in vision me in my turtle framed glasses, hair pulled in a bun, in a white trench coat, with a clip board in hand. Go figure! For those who don’t know the “Plan” here it is:

1) Graduate High School

2) Get accepted into a college, preferably UF *so I can hang with Mar-Bear*

3) Get my masters in Environmental Science *yeah, I know HIPPIE* (What I want to do under environmental science there are two things, alternative energy source, and possibly agriculture. But not a Tree doctor!)

4) Join the Peace Corps, under the branch of Environmental Science. *That will take 2 years*

5) Then get a job.

6) Buy a house somewhere, and make it completely self-efficient! Woo-HOO! *sticking it to the man*

7) oh yeah, I forgot after high school there will be one year of traveling around Europe and INDIA, Africa is a possibility!

and then the classic girl thing, fall in love with a guy marry him, and have little children. *4 if it is possible*

9) and then worm food! *but I will die with my boots on*

 

So, being a Junior next year, is scary. Because that means my plan ^ is going to come in play REAL quickly. Looking into colleges can be so stressful, and I need to start researching them like now. Who really needs all that stress? Apparently, I have to just bite the bullet and just do it! So if anybody has a suggestion on colleges that are good for Environmental Science please leave me a comment. I am willing to go anywhere, to stay in Florida would be better, because then I am able to get scholarships. ANOTHER thing, scholarships, I do not want to be working two jobs to try to put myself through college. I will do it if needed, but I would prefer NOT to.

So if you have good tidbits of information on colleges, then please leave a comment. Trust me, I need anything I can get.

 

  Okay, so now off that subject of what to do in the soon to be future. Lets talk about the up coming events in my agenda. What looked like an absolutely nothing to do weekend, is turning out to become a really fun filled weekend.

Tomorrow Friday: do some school, call Shylene, and the given Internet time.

Saturday: A Fashion Show at the Signature Grand. WOO-HOO! An afternoon of fun, and fashion.

Sunday: Church, Bible Study which is going oh so well. My girls are just dolls, the group is just going swell. Then breakfast with mom at this little Cuban place! Delish!

“If You Could Only See” by: Tonic

“Green Eyes” by: Coldplay

“People Watching” by: Jack Johnson

“Real World” by: Match Box 20

 

Happyness! May 29, 2008

I thought this week would started off REALLY sucky. I thought “GREAT, this week is NOT going to be a good week.” yeah, everything can’t go the way you wish. But those things that just seem to have screwed everything, and ruin your whole being, and week. Well, I thought it was going to be just a week I couldn’t wait to be over with, but then it took a surprisingly great turn. Resolving your, problems, issues, and road bumps, always seem to be easier and a better outcome when done sooner then later. Then realizeing that whatever you just went through was actually needed.

 

  My situation will go without explaining on my blog, I do need some privacy in my life. Seriously, if you need to know every detail of my life that I am not willing to tell you, that is just to plain nosey. You probably have better things to do then read what is going on in my computer geeky/bat *since everyone knows I prefer dark rooms over bright rooms* life.

 

   I guess you can say, during my few days of badness, I learned something. You never know how much you love somebody, or something until they or it is gone. Thankfully, when you are parted from whatever it maybe, you think about it day in and day out. Then when you are able to get it back, you realize how much you love them or it, and appreciate, respect, and want to protect whatever it maybe because you don’t want to loose it again. So I am glad to say that right now, having my love back is such a wonderful feeling. So things turn out for the better, always keep that in mind when you are going through a hardship. “Because every little thing will be alright”-Bob Marley

“Smile” by: Charlie Chaplan or Michael Buble

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.

 

  The Pursuit of Happyness has so far been a really good! I will recommend it to people who like to read.

The pursuit of happiness is something we all want to achieve, but all we have to do to pursue it is stop and look at what is in front of us.

 

    One song that will always a classic no matter what. A song that will always be close to my heart.

 (For the stubborn people out there, this is a good song.)

“My Way” By: Frank Sinatra

Another Rant By The Hippie! May 24, 2008

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  “You can do no great things, just small things with great love.” – Mother Theresa

 

  ^ That quote is now my personal motto. I believe that is so true, Mother Theresa is truly an inspiration for me. If I had to choose a modern role model, it would be her. She was just a kind gentle hearted person who loved so many, and helped so many. It is something I can only live up to and strive to achieve. Maybe this is reason number two the Peace Corps is something that really is in my upcoming future.  Like Kennedy said “Do not ask what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” I think if you just revive it and make it do not ask others what they can do for you, but what you can do for others.

 

  Maybe if we all tried to live by that statement, maybe this world might have a better future. We might not see the change while we are alive, but there might be a change for our grandchildren. Some of us are way to young to even think about grandchildren let alone our own children. This is important, more important then “Global Warming” instead of trying to save the earth, maybe we should think the earth will long be here after us, but stop and realize that we should start help saving peoples lives who are dieing from phamon and pleagues around the world.

 

  Yes, going green is a nice thing to try to do, but it is so ridiculous how people won’t use plastic bags, but buy products that have plastic. So if you want to be hardcore, live under a rock. But if you wanna be with the cool crowd and where shirts for organizations you probably don’t even know about, and walk around with peace signs, fine. But if you actually do care, maybe take the 30 dollars you would spend for the WWF shirt (that only $10 of the 30 even goes to the organization) and actually donate it to a cause that you trulydo believe in. If you think that is crazy and you would never spend 30 dollars on a shirt and want to make a difference. I challenge you to do simple things, like go to the mall and don’t buy anything. Since that shirt, is probably not organic and some kind of chemicals were used to make the fabric and dye it and then oil was used to power the machines that made it, and it probably is not even made in America.  Another simple thing you can do is don’t drink anything but water, everything else is held in a metal can that is being found that is bad for our bodies *check your deodorant* if it isn’t in a can it is in a bottle. It takes at least a few hundred years for one bottle (12 oz.) to deterred. Also, get up off your lazy bum and walk, or ride a bike, and maybe oh my, you might get in shape and do your heart good.

 

  Okay, I can continue with that topic. But I won’t, YAY for enviromental science! I would have never even thought of myself getting into a science as a career, because every time I thought of scientists I would think of that song “Blinding Me With Science” and the movie “Flubber”.  Okay, maybe Mother Theresa wasn’t passionate about the enviroment, but she was passionate about people. She showed compassion and love to people where it was most likely not to be found, Calcuta, India.

 

  Okay, so if you read this blog, I know one person reads my blogs. That’s all that matters because I like listening to their opinion, because it is similar to mine, but can still be different. Whoever this person is, is someone that I think fondly of, and you know who you are. Someone that actually reads my blogs, and listens to me complain about my day and other things. They are a true and good friend, that I am grateful to have them in my life. So if your reading this blog and like it leave a comment, because they are always welcomed, positive and negative feedback always make my day. *this goes for anyone reading*

 

Hopefully it wasn’t just a bunch of rambleings written down on the net.

 

Okay my lovely readers, you should know what time this is, yup this is where I tell you about cool songs, and you go and listen to them. Because you are cool like that!……….

….NEW! by Coldplay *big fan of them, if you have tickets to their concert don’t forget about your lovely blogger, send me a ticket as well* 

 …………”Viva la Vida” by Coldplay…..(yeah i have more then one this time!)

…………”Adia” (I personally LOVE that name! It is so pretty.) by: Sarah McLachlan..

Thanks for reading, if it is reading your first time or if it is you hundredth time.

Ever think you were adopted? May 22, 2008

<—-My Parents and I.

 

  I think we all have wondered when we were little if we were adopted? For all different kinds of reason. I always questioned if I was adopted because simply, I do not look like my parents. Okay, I am said to look like my Aunt Kim, and a little bit of my Swedish Great Grandmother. I always loved my family, and knew that well, I wasn’t adopted. Hence very embarrassing pictures, from the hospital, and well videos.

  I mean, I was stopped one day, where someone asked me who was the women with me? An Aunt, a nieghbor, and I had to stop and laugh and reply no, she is my mother. Then they said, oh, so your adopted! I looked at this person, and said no, I am not, and I am not a test tube baby as well. My mother and I just don’t have prominent similar features.

Has that happened to anybody? I mean quite frankly it is funny, think about it, I look more like aunt then anybody in my whole family. I find humor in it, genetics are a very interesting thing. I wonder, becasuse I am an only child, will my children resemble my husband and I, or siblings that I never had? Who knows, I just was looking at old family photos and was thinking this might make a some what interesting slash funny blog.

 

So I want to know, do you look like your parents? Or are you a milk man baby, like the cool person who writes this blog?   

 

 song for today’s blog……”Fold” by Jose Gonzalez  (random fact! Jose, is a Swedish singer. But his name is Spanish. His parents are from Spain, but I thought it was funny. I mean Felix is a Swedish name, more commonly known as a Spanish name if you live in a Spanish dominant area like me.)

?????? bored May 20, 2008

  Yeah, I do not know how to play video games. Specially if they aren’t racing games. The picture is courtesy of my cousin Nicky, he just was getting “pay back” because I always bug him with pictures.

 

  Going down to my aunt and uncle’s place this Sunday again! YAY! That place is the bomb! The other weekend my cousin and I were watching “The Reaping” Sadly I had to leave right when it was getting good. My cousin and I never can watch a movie fully in silence, if it isn’t me asking questions to him, or vise versa, or him grabbing me when a movie comes to a scary part. That reminds me, I need to ask my dad if I can go to North Carolina with my aunt, uncle, and cousin for the summer for a week or so. That is just a recipe for crazy insane good times, probably alot of pillow fights, and trying to do morse code with flash lights. Hopefully I can go, I really want to, but I have to ask me dad.

 

  Well, as you can tell from this blog. I am really bored! Okay, now I am off to surf the net, skype, and maybe do some of my chores! Adios!

 

song for today’s blogs……”Rowboat” by Emily Hanes & The Soft Skeleton! *No not Amy Winehouse!* 

Love Like You Have Never Loved Before, Live Like Every Breath Is Your Last One, & Dance Like Nobody Is Watching! May 20, 2008

   Why is that certain music can bring you back to a certain time or point in your life? Some times when you are living that one specific moment, you don’t realize that you will never forget that time in your life. Those moments are in-bedded into our memory, life is not one big story, but it is all the little stories in the one big story that you call life.

 

Stories are to be made into books, that people will read; from the first minute you are born, not only are you given the gift of life, you are also two other things. You are first are given a clock, this clock does tell time, but not the time of day, but it tells the time you have left. After you are given your clock which you can not see, or tell how long you will live, you are given a book. This book is filled with blank pages, you can not take any pen to it and write what you like, or a novel you have thought up of. The only thing that is your pen, is the steps you take, the choices you have made, the people you have been acquainted to, the ones you have made friends with, others who are not your allies, and your thoughts and also speech. You can decided what is going to happen in your book depending on what you do and what you become. Every book ends in a similar way, everyone has to die, but what you die of or from or maybe something you did that caused you to die isn’t really up to you, but it is different from everyone else.

 

I have lead my life the way I thought best at the time. Do I regret my decisions once in awhile? Yes, I do I think back and say to myself I would have done this; whatever it is, differently. Would I change my decisions, actions, and words? Absolutely no, the things I choose, the things I did, and the things I some times regret saying have made me the person who I am today. I enjoy my life, I don’t know where it might lead I have learned that in the past few years. Trust me, don’t ever plan your life to far in advance, take each day as it comes, the only true way to make God laugh is tell HIM what YOU have planned for YOU.  Yes, decisions you have made and paths you have chosen to follow is up to you, but you never still truly know what you are going to do a year from now. 

 

Your life is a book, the steps you take in your life is the pen. It is up to you to write it, and figure out what kind of book will it be, and not in a sense of being a romance, adventure, sci-fi, and etc. but is it a book that will never be read, or a book that every library will have and a book that will be read over and over again through the ages. Your book, do what you wish. Do you want to be forgotten when you die? Or do you want your story to be told forever? I know what I want to do, do you? Do you know how your going to write your book?

 

  In my life there are things that I distinctly remember, and honestly wish that time in my life I could just go back and relive it over and over and over. One thing that has been on my mind for some time, is dancing. I used to love it so much, it was my everything, it was my passion, it was the one thing that I felt that made me who I was. A way to escape everything, just listening to the music, feeling rush through my body. Having the pure sense of joy keeping the beat and rhythm in my feet and body. Moving in such ways that only certain people could move, a certain poise, that mind blowing flexibility. I had danced for 11 years, I haven’t taken another step into a studio for four years now. 

 

  I still remember the feeling of dancing, the horrid smell of ruber floors that where never washed, only swept. A distinct oder to the shoes, that smelt bitter tbut then brought joy to know that they help me glide on the floor.  The wood bar that made me test my strength, flexability, and make me move in postions that would make a few people cringe at the sight.

 

Sadly that one fateful Summer everything that was me, was gone. I was ten when my Grandfather (Nugypapa) died, I was very close to him. I came over to visit every single day since I was like two to ten that is 2,918 day in a row I saw my grandfather. So maybe showing you a larger number you will realize that he was very special to me. The first time in 2001 he asked me if it was okay if he missed my dance recital. And then asked me to give a private show later, he never saw my dance. He had died before I could ever show him. I remember it as if it was yesterday, on the stage, in my purple dress, thinking my grandfather wasn’t in the audience and dancing to ”Beauty and The Beast” at the time of the recital he had not yet left me. But soon after my recital he was gone.  After his death all my memories of my grandfather had vanished as quickly as he did. But I did continue dancing four years afterwards, but ever since he has died my love for dance had quickly gone. The last time I stepped on the stage to preform, I remember forgetting my footing, and became off beat for all three songs, now when I look at the videos, I can see that my mind was not in the moment of dancing but thinking of my grandfather. 

 

My love for dancing is still somewhere in my heart, when I hear certain songs I would practice to I seriously stop what ever I am doing and dance. Those moments are forever embedded into my memory. When I stopped dancing is a descion I regret making some days.

 

  One thing I do have to say is this, it has been exactly one year from a very low point in my life. I am so happy to see how I have grown over this one year. I never made a bad choice in my life, just not the best choice there was.  But, I am very happy to report that I have reached the one year mark of a certain time in my life that took me through the worst time in my life, the most depressed I had ever been. Odd enough to say that I am happy it happened to me, because not only did I grow from it. I don’t think I could bare the thought of someone else in my position. Because I know that maybe someone else might not have been able to deal with it. They say the first cut is the deepest, but it wasn’t the first cut that hurt the most, it was the second, the third, and the fourth that hurt more then ever.  But now it has been a year, from that point of darkness, and lonelyness, and quite frankly it has taught me so much.

 

  Well, now my life is swell! Okay, it isn’t all that sweet and wonderful as it might look, but it is better then what it was. I have learned that life IS fair, it might not seem so at the time, but that is because there are better things in store for you in the future. When there seems to be nobody in the world that understands you, or loves you in a certain way *your family doesn’t count* there is someone that does. You might know them, you might not, but they love you with a burning passion, and so will you when you find them.

 

Understand life is short, don’t try to put life on hold, because time won’t stop. Hopefully what I told you in this blog will make you understand how life is short, and you never know when it is going to end. Also, you know that you might be making a hard choice at the moment, like for me it was to stop dancing, but know that in the end everything will work out as planned.

 

song for this blog is……..”1234″ by Feist.

 

p.s. Bible study was fun. We all wrote something nice to each other and read it later. Erin says I am over analytical. It is slightly true, I have to admit! The ride home from bible study was fun! Shy is cool, because she secretly is Russian and writes backwards F’s. HAHA! Kels is cute, because she tunes people out!

 

  

 

 

Wise May 13, 2008

    Wisdom, what is it? Is it experience, knowledge, age, advice, certain types of education, or right choices?

 

Wisdom, can be as simple or as philosophical as you want it to be or make it. When a group of girls are asked the question of “What is wisdom, and what makes a person wise?” you get the generic answer that it is from knowledge, age, experience, and etc.  I believe wisdom is not knowledge, not age, and it is not your level of education.

 

I have met some pretty smart people in my life, but they are not wise. Some times they stress to much about studies to notice that you have to learn common sense as well. I have met some people with only an eight grade education, and they are much wiser then some people who are straight A students. Majority of truly successful people were never B average students, they were C average students.

 

Knowledge is NOT; I will repeat it, IS NOT wisdom. Wisedom is knowledge, it is wise to have enough wisdom to know that you need knowledge. But knowledge alone does not make you wise. In this case right now I am talking about acidemic knowledge and education. I will talk about the other type of knowledge later, the kind that is the most important.

 Nor does age, I absolutely HATE when people think because I am younger then them I don’t know things that are going on in this world. (Right off the bat when some one thinks they are wiser then me, and don’t even know my points of view, and my stand on things. I know this person is going to be arrogant and a bigot.) I had a debate with someone on the presidential election and voting, because this person thought he was 18 gave him more wisdom and knowledge in who to pick for president.

His choice would not have been my choice in a candidate, but I don’t know his reasons for picking that candidate, but I am not going to say more on this to sound to bias. The point in the debate was it is my future, I am going to have to live and deal with the consequence of whom ever might become the future president of The United States of America. So, why don’t I at least have a say who goes in office as well, being two years older does not mean I have a brain of my own that thinks on its own. Am I not right? I mean a 25 year old doesn’t think a 18 has the wisdom they do and think an 18 has no business voting in the first place. So where does it really stop?

 

So it is experiences that create knowledge and provide us wisdom. Ever since we were born we have experienced things that well, simply made us learn from our mistakes and then we gain wisdom on how not to do it a certain way. I think one of the keys to wisdom is experiences, when we touch a hot stove top, we learn that is hot and not to touch it anymore, we become wiser. So as we grow, we experience new, different and sometimes unique things that gives us wisdom. Maybe we have experienced more of one certain thing, but that only gives us more wisdom, so we can tell other people and they can learn from us. Or, even sometimes you have to let someone experience things on their own so they too can learn from their mistakes.

 

Another key to wisdom I think is understanding people, view points, different situations. If you can’t understand something or someone then you can’t know how it works, or how they feel and why they feel that way. It is always a wise thing to try to understand if someone thinks or sees something differently don’t slap their hand and tell them other wise. First try to understand why they think or see it that way. Just don’t always assume that you are always right.

 

Wisdom is something man has been searching for high and low. But really, you can’t find it, it will find you.

 

Okay there my reader….a new song……..”Let It Out” by Starrfadu

Sit down, grab a cup of coffee, and relax with me. May 10, 2008

<–Prom was so much fun! Specially the after party!

 

  So, I while I write listen to some peaceful music. (i.e. “When Did You Fall In Love” by Chris Rice ; “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5)

If you have ever seen the “Notebook” or read the book by Nicholas Sparks. I just watched some of the movie on youtube. Oh my goodness, that was such a sweet, hopelessly romantic movie that I just can’t get over how romantic it was. For some reason I found it humors when in the Naration talking about Noah, and Allie how they hated each other but were madly in love. After watching some of the movie, I can’t wait to start reading the book. I mean, I have my box of tissues ready. I really don’t have anything to do this weekend except be bored. I think I will try to read it, for some reason it seems like a book that will be hard to put down. I don’t love books, I love what books do to me and my emotions.

 

Enough with my little book club moment above^.  This weekend for some reason feels like one of the best weekends I have had in a long time, but then it is going to be a really boring one as well. Have you ever felt that way? Where you just want to grab a cup of coffee or tea *whatever your prefer* sit down outside under an umbrella and just read a day away. I mean where it feels like you are living through the people in your book, and you don’t want to stop and don’t want the book to stop. But you always seem to get inturupted with people talking to you, or doing anything else but reading. For some people it might not be reading but, watching movies, drawing, painting, knitting, sewing, playing video games, sleeping, listening to music, surfing the net, playing outside, and the list can go on and on. but you catch my drift.

 

I guess I will just do that this weekend, just read. Since well, there isn’t anybody to talk too at the moment. I am bored out of my mind, don’t know what I should write about.

 

PROM! Was so much fun. There was an old guy hitting on us, Shy, Kels, and I went as each others dates since we were dateless. Then we went to the boat after stuffing our faces and feeling like we were about to explode in our dresses. Everyone looked so pretty, and handsome for all the guys in their Tuxes. I think we danced for four hours, at prom and at the after party put together. Okay, some one tell me what kind of pizza guy drives a Lexus? Like seriously, I think Larissa, Kels, Shy, and I should get a job at that pizza place. Even though he didn’t look like a pizza guy and was a big man. But seriously, driving a Lexus delivering pizza?  Anyways, that is South Florida for you, shows how everybody is so materialized here. Like seriously, you can do allot of good with the extra bucks you paid to get all the fancy features on your cars. That is just me.

 

Okay, my lovely readers I will leave you with a new song like always……”When Did You Fall In Love” by Chris Rice!

Til the next blog I am out! Thanks for reading!

Story Of A Girl. May 7, 2008

     I have been thinking lately, which is RARE! No, not really I use my mind multiple times during the day.

 

How much music influences my life. It always have some relation to how I am feeling that day. It makes me happy, sad, and etc etc.

 

What else did I ponder about? Hmmm…… I was looking back on my life, and dang it the crazy things I did as a young girl. I wonder if I ever thought of “WHAT” could have happen.  I am trying not to boast about myself. Even though I have a feeling no matter what I say it is going to seem vain, it is not supposed to be vain. If it comes off vain then, cry me a river, I didn’t mean for it to be. 

 

What I am wanting to say is looking back on my life I did some pretty cool stuff, and accomplished a lot more when I wasn’t thinking of the “What ifs” I just did it, and whatever came out of it happened. Good or bad I would grow or learn what to do and what not to do the next time. 

Like Edison, how many light bulbs did it take him to figure out how to make that one? It is an argued question on the exact number but I will say at least one thousand tries until he figures out how to make a light bulb work and last longer then two seconds. He said something that has stuck with me.

A reporter asks Edison “How many failed attempts did you make before discovering the right way?”

Edison’s reply ”I never made failed attempts, I just learned 1,000 ways on how NOT to make a light bulb.”

 

Now what I am saying you never “FAIL” you just learn on ways that don’t work. Okay, I honestly go on with quotes from famous people about Failure. The big thing in common that they all meant was, if I had never failed I would have never had learned the right way of doing it. 

 

 I think I did some pretty stupid stuff back then, but now I have so many stories to tell. I know if you know me now you might think of me as different, from the person I was six years ago. I have done somethings some people have never done, or very few people have experienced. I am proud of that, I am less proud of my awards, plaques, trophies, ribbons, badges, and being in the newspaper a few times; then I am of my experiences.

  Yes, I had to work my tail off for the awards and stuff. I just don’t think it has given me a lot of things I can say “I did THAT” .  Becasue next year someone else will be rewarded the same. They are nice for college and other things but not as cool as saying that “I sat on a alligator and held its mouth, while being in a pit of 15 other alligators roaming the land.” The story goes more in depth but I won’t get into detail. Yeah, I bet that is a random fact you didn’t know about me.

 

I guess doing things that average people wouldn’t want to do, has always been apart of me. I have always said that I don’t want to die from old age, I would rather die doing something that not many people are doing. Because at least I had fun, and lived my life and not trying to preserve myself for old people in those museums they call nursing homes. I also say, they ”pretty” old people had no real fun in there life; they must not have had much expression since they aren’t wrinkled like a shirt. I encourage people to do some daring things in their life time. Get some wrinkles on your face, you will enjoy the story telling time of your life to people other then nice looking skin.

If you have a fear, go out there and conquerr your fear. Fear is nothing more then abstinence or courage. We all have fears, for the people who have told me that they don’t believe I have fears or any kind of afobia I won’t tell you them because they are pretty ridiculous when you hear them. (If you really need to know for some odd reason ask me, but not here on my blog.)

So for today’s blog in a nutshell……your life is a book filled with blank pages, it is up to you to pick up the pen and start writing.

Have fun with your life, you only have one.

 

Okay my lovely readers. Today I have a little list of songs for you since I can’t choose just one.

 Stolen-Dashboard Confessional

All Around Me-Flyleaf

Honey-The Hush Sound

Absoulutly (Story Of A Girl)-Nine Days

Don’t Touch Me (Throw DA Water On ‘Em) -Busta Rhymes *note-if your ears are sensitive maybe this song isn’t for you*

 

Thanks for reading! Much love to all my readers!

Fruity Cheerios. May 6, 2008

<—The face of a girl who doesn’t really know what to write.

 

Here is a question I have been thinking of, are we normals and followers of one way of thinking if we, believe we are individuals because (Enter in the Blank). Or are we individuals if we believe or want to believe we are normal? Tuff question, but I was thinking the people that want to be “individuals”  do sill stuff to themselves to make them stand out or be “individuals” but the real truth is you are not the first person, and there are many people who did the same thing as you too be “individuals” so that would make you an equal to another.

Also, why do people want to be equal but then still not live equally, govern equally, since that can grow into socialists or communism? So they want to be equal to fellow man but be individual at the same time. That is quiet controdicting, I think.

What makes us an true individual, it is fact that we are all not the same. I don’t know the number of personality traits there are but we all have just a fraction of those certain quirks and pieces of personality that makes us, us. No one else will have the same equal amount of certain traits you do. So why not just be yourself and stop acting like “Miss Popular” or trying to imitate Brad Pitt, Paris Hilton, or something your not. I think that would make you stand out more then anything else. But it is said that the hardest thing for a person is to act like real person they truely are. People are afraid that other people will not accept them so they act a certain way so everyone likes them. Which is so foolish, because you always have to be the person you weren’t born to be.

 

Also, are we really individuals if we know we stand out of the crowd more then others but wish to be normal? But then you can ask yourself the question what is “Normal” if everyone is pretending to be someone they are not that is just FAKE!

I think people should stop worring about what other people think about them, just be them. We all are wierd, you have to admit to it.

 

Nine o’clock in Then Afternoon- Panic! At The Disco

 Here is a funny song I stumbled upon on youtube! Enjoy watching it!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=zluCpm93vfg

Ur So Gay-Katy Perry