WOO-HOO! July 22, 2008

 

 

 

     DO NOT SLEEP WITH CONTACTS!  

 

  Seriously, just don’t I am learning the hard way the reasons why you DON’T sleep with contacts. Don’t think it won’t happen to you! I have been wearing contacts for almost four years now. NOT a good idea, you can a scratch cornea, or worse an ucler! http://www.citybeachvet.com.au/HealthyPets/Dog_Corneal_Ulcer_clip_image002.jpg     They are not fun!

 

 

  Okay, so I have a very odd interest into the things that people should know but aren’t aware of. I don’t know what other people are interested in, there is too much out there to know everything. But, I enjoy reading like medical stuff. The reason why whatever it is happened, if it is preventable. I find the human body mind blowing, and the things it can do. And my lovely Uncle Pete helps me when I have a question about anything related to the medical field. Seriously, I think it should be mandatory to learn about the human body in school. I mean, not the stuff that they force you to watch in middle school about puberty, but more about the whole anatomy.

  Anyways, if your looking for something cool, or interesting, you don’t have to look far I mean our anatomy is something we should know more about, because it is actually useful.

  Does this mean I want to become a doctor or nurse? No not really, I don’t think I could  be able to be a doctor or nurse, to stressful.

 

   My week has been so crazy, and when I think about it, I barely did do anything. I did find that I like Stacy’s Parmesan Garlic & Herb Pita Chips. They are really good, and not filled with grease and does NOT have Corn syrup! Also, Corn syrup, tells yours brain that you are still hungry which makes you eat more, when really you don’t need to eat more.

 

  Go organic I tell you! It will be the best thing for you, and LADIES cut make with all the war paint! It has so much stuff in it that really shouldn’t be on your face. Also, people who drink a lot of soda, don’t no drink was meant to have bubbles, it tears your teeth apart. If you think juice is safe as well, it is not, all the sugar and natural acid in that will tear your teeth as well. Drink water, it seriously does more then keep you hydrated. The more water you drink the better your skin will look, so then for all the ladies, you don’t have to put base “foundation” on since your skin is cleared for all that water.

 

   It seriously concerns me when seeing all these young kids drinking soda, eating candy, not going outside. If your afraid your kid is going to get kidnapped in front of your house, go to a park, or something. Get their little butts off the couch stop the video game, take them outside. The sun gives our body a high amount of vitamin D, vitamin D helps burn fat.

 

   Oh yeah, I have no clue what has gotten me on this healthy organic ramped today. But good health is always a good concern. Its sad to think that we let our kids get obese. We as a society have gotten so lazy that we find quick easy ways to get what we want. Like keeping the big pot of food in front of us while we eat. We will keep eating until our plate has nothing left on it, but if we have more food in front of us, we are susceptible for eating more then you should. I know if you live on your own you might get stuck in the habit of ordering out and not wanting to cook a meal, when Pizza Hut delivers and its only 30 minutes, and five dollars. What is a bad habit I have gotten into, is when my family isn’t around, I don’t want to eat, I will not eat at all. I will eat when it sounds like a gremlin inside of me about to bust out, and when I do its like cereal, or cheese and bread. Thats not good as well. 

 

  So to all my readers reading, eat healthy, live well, and your body will preform better!

 

Songs for today’s blog……..”Lost” by: Coldplay

  

………………”You Could Be Happy” by: Snow Patrol.

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!

 

  

 

 

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

 

I Am Going To Do It! May 1, 2008

 

    Hey there my lovely readers! I know I have been pondering about what I should do for a new or upcoming blog that will be some what interesting. I have been racking my brain for ideas. Lots of things have come up for me to write about, but I don’t want to write about something just to write. I want my writing to have some meaning, or atleast things that are atleast important to me. As people know I love the Earth, and feel the need not only to make this planet cleaner, but I also care for the people that live on it. Okay, and lets not forget the Sea Turtles. I feel people should at least have house, clean water, and some kind of education. Education meaning acidemics, common sense, and life skills to survive. I would love to just bring food and clean fresh water to tribes in Africa and other countries. But you can’t just do the work for them and then when you are not there they not know what to do. You not only have to teach them let them do it themselves, and then maybe telling them a quicker and better way of doing it. Just give them the experience, giving the gift of knowledge is the best gift anyone could give.

 

I am known as a “Hippie” or “The Hippie” which I think is cute and all, but really that is not what I am. You might be wondering what I would consider myself; first of all, I do not labeling what so ever it is wrong. It gives people big egos, and it can do serious damage to others, and sometimes the people with the BIG egos are the one with serious mental damage. Since they don’t know how to grow up and know that they are not always going to be right, and they will never be the coolest; someone else will have beaten you to that title no matter how hard you try. So personally I say ban labels, but you really can’t, so if you must put me under one little category and label me only as one thing the big thing everyone would say would be “Hippie” or I prefer Enviromentalist. Not a Hippie, hippies do drugs, protest over wars, and have silly quotes. I would be what you might consider an Environmentalist.

 

So now we have gotten that behind us, my bigger problem is I love to travel. If you really personally know me, you know that well I am dieing to go to India, Africa, and other parts of the world. For myself, to travel make friends, and well whatever comes my way. I don’t know, I have fallen in love with little children in other parts of the world living on their own. I do dream of adopting less unfortunate children when I am ready to start my own family, but just adopting two children won’t make a big enough impact. So I was debating with myself how in the world will I ever be able to afford to travel to different countries, and at the same time make an impact in this world. I figured get sponsored by some people, but then that still won’t be enough. This put my in a pickle, I needed to figure out what exactly type of game plan I can make. My dad the genius he is, suggested “Peace Core” I figured that means I will be weighed down with commitment to them.

 

So, I researched a little bit about the Peace Corps. they ask for a two year commitment. I thought it isn’t a bad deal, you get to stay in a exotic or whereever you want place for two years doing something that you love and can move on to another place for the next two years. I haven’t done full research, but there are alot of things teens can do, since you have to be 18 or older to join Peace Corps. I think it will be a fun experience. So I figured they prefer people with college degrees or at least some kind of education. So I am now starting to plan my life the way I think I will love and be best suited for.  Maybe not the route my parents invisioned for me. I think it is quiet funny, some girl who wanted to persue business and go to Harvard Business college now thinking of becoming part of the Peace Corps.

 

Right now I feel somewhat satisfied, knowing what I should be looking in to more and things of that nature.  It just makes me well extremely happy. I don’t think I have been this sure of what I wanted to do in and with my life before. Now I feel some sort of weird sensation of peace with me inside, like almost my heart telling me that I have to do it and I am going to do it, it is something I will enjoy doing.  So now, I just need to do extensive research and hopefully figure out everything while I go along.

 

The song for this blog is……..well a little more exotic in honor of my first Peace Corps. blog…………..”Din Din Wo” by: Habib Koite` and Bamada.

How To Have Fun With Your Friends Dead Broke….Okay Maybe With Five Dollars In Your Wallet. April 27, 2008

 <– Honestly, doesn’t it look like we are having fun or what?

   I think these pictures of Shy in a red speed car and me in a helicopter proves that you can have a good time no matter what. Well, at least Shy and I can have a fun time together no matter what.  Today was so much fun, we went to the mall, went to “Ruby Tuesdays”  sat down at a booth realized we don’t want to eat at the restaurant anymore just got up and left never telling the waiter. Good times! After stuffing our faces with not the best tasting food, we walked the mall like four times looking stuff for Shy for her prom outfit. 

 We learned there are many things to learn and do at the mall:

A) Get Kate her Starbucks before she starts shopping. 

 B) When bumping into people you know in the mall just look at them make a suprised face and walk away. Or if you do not like this person grab your friend and run inside a store. LOL!   

C) Churros and Starbucks is a hard choice   

D) Always….go in the photo booth to document your fun day with you and your friend(s) and laugh on how bad your pictures turned out, but learn to love them.

E) If you want to get attention in the mall, no need to wear some high fashion outfit or having an entourage……just contort your body into a toddler mall ride and have your friend take a picture of you while people are walking by laughing so hard their faces are turning red, make sure your friend as well stops crying from laughing soo hard at you. Smile and take the picture and try not to get stuck.  

F) Make sure that you don’t have to call the fire department to bring the jaws of life and get you out of that small thing in the first place.

G) When going to a fitting room in a department store like JcP, go to the lingrie department. Shy and I discovered that it is less crowded, and well much bigger and nicer for some odd reason.

H) The most important thing make your own fun. Everything can be fun and enjoyable, you just have to have the right people and not really care how stupid and well, retarded you may look. Because the more retarded you might seem to other people, the more you are having fun. *Note: Don’t be retarded and harm people or yourself, that is just plain stupid.*  If you are to mature all the time you won’t have any fun.  You can have fun no matter what it is you are doing. Also, if you do something as stupid as me in the helicoptor, make sure you are bendy so it is easier to get OUT of it.

For my readers I have a few helpful words that came from a very wise person. I remember it everytime I am down in the dumps, it lifts your spirits.

Dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!

Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, this is my message to you.

Wise words from one of the best singers EVER! Bob Marley. Ya, Mon!

I wonder what my song will be for this blog? My lovely readers, for this blog I have for you…..”Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley.

“You will find the light in the darkness”

Thinking. April 15, 2008

 

Why is that when we sit down by ourselves and “think” we can never come to a conclusion about anything? Then also why is it when we are not thinking we think up of soulutions to things we were thinking about earlier? Is two heads better then one? Or is one head better then two heads if that one head isn’t “thinking”?

Do great philosiphers sit down and think up good philoshpys, or do they live life and then  come to conclusion of good ideas when they are not doing at what they are known best for doing which is thinking?  I mean famous quotes that are resited today weren’t a good quote because some man sat down and thought of a sentence. There was a build up to what they said and why they said it. So does that make wise people great philosphers of our time? Maybe it does, the reason why the great philosphers like Plato, Aristotile, and Ect. get there fame by not being afraid of what they say?

What would happen if more people spoke up? Would the world be wiser, or just full of non-sense jibber jabber? Bloggers, they might write a beautiful piece but because of the popularity of the internet is so vast they might never be heard. If people make their voices louder then just writing a few pages long blog on a website, would it prove that the world has great thinkers like there was in history? Or will it prove that everyone is a bigit, slightly cocky and big headed?

 

These are just some things that I have been mulling around in my head for the past few days. What I hate the most about blogging is, that I will get an idea for a blog but don’t have the time to write it at that moment. I can’t keep the inspiration for my new blog in my head for that long so I always loose it. If I just simply write down a note to myself about a new blog it won’t have the same spirit it did in the begining. Maybe it proves that it isn’t all that important or it doesn’t have enough spark of fire then I think it does at the time.

 

The song for the blog is……..”I Find The Light In You” by Joe Brooks.

Stay safe, until next time!

  Sincerly,

    taK-tiK