I realized I have not written in a little, and thus, due to lack of something to really state, I am going to fill out the lame surveys that you usually see on facebook and myspace. Enjoy!
1. First thing you wash in the shower? Stomach
2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Grey, I prefer zip-up sweatshirts though
3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes...duh
4.Do you plan outfits? HA! If I did I would probably look a lot better than I currently do...
5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Complacent
6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red? A red envelope
7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?Depends on who I am talking to but normally AIM
8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? I had to give a Spanish presentation to my class but I was not prepared but the girl who went before me did it in English and the professor was quite disappointed which made me seem awesome when I gave mine in Spanish. That was a lame dream now that I come to realize it
9. Did you meet anybody new today? Negative. But the day is not over.
10. What are you craving right now? Watermelon
11. Do you floss? Nope. Not going to lie.
12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Bunnies!
13. When was the last time you talked on aim? Right now
14. Are you emotional? I have my moments.
15. Would you dance to the taco song? Probably.
16. Have you ever counted to 1,000? Sadly, yes.
17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?Lick it.
18. Do you like your hair? Normally no.
19. Do you like yourself? Love myself!
20. Have you ever met a celebrity? I don't think so.
21. Do you like cottage cheese?Nope.
22. What are you listening to right now? Random music from my iTunes
23. How many countries have you visited?2, Mexico and Ireland, and if you want to count the United States then 3.
24. Are your parents strict? Decently, yes.
25. Would you go sky diving? Definitely!!! I want to badly.
26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Probably but I'd get really angry more than likely and depart early.
27. Would you throw potatoes at him? Umm...no
28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in? Not that I can see.
29. Have you ever been in a castle? I have, Blarney Castle.
30. Do you rent movies often? Not often at all.
31. Who sits in behind you in your math class? I dropped all of my math classes. Thus, question does not apply.
32. Have you made a prank phone call? I have, and it was hilarious.
33. Do you own a gun? Absolutely not.
34. Can you count backwards from 74? Yes. Is that really a question?
35. Who are you going to be with tonight? Roommate Justin probably. Or be a loner.
36. Brown or white eggs? White.
37. Do you own something from Hot Topic? Nope.
38. Ever been on a train? Many a time.
39. Ever been in love? Yes.
40. Do you have a cell-phone? Yes.
41. Are you too forgiving? I don't think I am too forgiving, no.
42. Do you use chap stick? Sometimes.
43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow? I don't know, plus I don't just have one best friend so, I cannot answer this one simply.
44. Can you use chop sticks? Not at all.
45. Ever have cream puffs? I have and I do not enjoy.
46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? Nope.
47. What was the last question you asked? How are you?
48. What was the last CD you bought? Kenny Chesney? I haven't bought a CD in a long time.
49. Boys or girls? What is this in relation to? This is not even a real question.
50. What is your bus number for school? I think it was like 12 or 10 or something, I cannot remember.
51. Is your hair curly? Negative.
52. Last time you cried? Recently, let's leave it at that.
53. Ever walked into a wall? Still do.
54. Do looks matter? I'd be lying if I said no.
55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun? Nopes.
56. Have you ever slapped someone? Yup.
57. Favorite time of the year? Autumn.
58. Favorite color? Green.
59. Are you sarcastic? Not at all......
60. Do you have any tattoos? No.
61. The last person you held hands with? I honestly have no clue.
62. Do you sleep with the TV on? Used to. No longer unless I forget to put on the sleep timer.
63. Where was your default picture taken at? My townhouse.
64. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Dislike... yes. Hate ... no.
65. Do you like your life right now? I do love life, although it is rather difficult right now.
66. How often do you talk on the phone? Very.
67. What is your favorite animal? PANDA!
68. What was the most recent thing you bought? Food.
69. Do you have good vision? Yes, yes I do.
70. Can you hula hoop? Indeed I can.
71. Could you ever forgive a cheater? Yes.
72. Do you have a job? Not currently unfortunately, just full time student.
73. Can you handle the truth? Yes. Please only give me it as well.
74. What are you wearing? Wouldn't you like to know?
75. Have you ever crawled through a window? Yes.
Hope you enjoyed and learned a little bit about me.
"Love the world you live in, even if it is rough at times."
26 February, 2009
23 February, 2009
The Short Stik IV
How unsatisfying is a check mark on a work handed into a professor? Normally I would not care, to be honest, as sometimes my mediocre buzzer beater paper probably would get me an "F" on a normal grading scale. However, there are times where I put my heart and soul into a work, okay maybe not that much, but I do devote an immense amount of time, which now seems superfluous for simply a "check mark" atop of my page. Can you at least make comments on anything. Positive or negative (but please more positive) comments on my style, word choice, and technique, I do not even care.
It is like, if I get no feedback, how am I supposed to know what to improve, or even if I did remotely well? Never have I hated check marks more than I did tonight. Obviously this is a direct reaction to receiving a piece of work, a creative piece written by yours truly, actually two pieces, with nothing except a check mark. It stared at me, mocking me, Congratulations! You are the fourteenth person to hand this in and get credit for doing your homework.
Bullshit.
Short Stik IV: Completed
"Keep smiling."
It is like, if I get no feedback, how am I supposed to know what to improve, or even if I did remotely well? Never have I hated check marks more than I did tonight. Obviously this is a direct reaction to receiving a piece of work, a creative piece written by yours truly, actually two pieces, with nothing except a check mark. It stared at me, mocking me, Congratulations! You are the fourteenth person to hand this in and get credit for doing your homework.
Bullshit.
Short Stik IV: Completed
"Keep smiling."
20 February, 2009
Realization
Welcome to the late hours. It is unfortunate that realizations happen this late in the night, perhaps it is the red bull.
I don't consider myself a brave person, however, the fears I have are limited. Granted, balloons do caused anxiety within me, but I am not so scared of snakes, spiders or public speaking (anymore). However, there is one fear beyond fear itself, that creates the strangest emotions of nervousness and sadness mixed together as one. If you know me, you probably realize it is rejection.
Currently, I am trying to rise above the fear, however, I am being halted by unfortunately the fear itself. It is not so much that I am being rejected right now, but at the same time I feel like I am. It is a weird mixture of anticipation and current situation that makes me get the feeling of rejection lodged in my throat, and I am ready to throw it up. I realize that I have nothing to fear about it, what am I being rejected of? I realize that I the fear of rejection stems from the actual fear of not being able to show the potential I have. If I am rejected, I am being coerced to eliminate the qualities that make me who I am, and told to vacate the area. This area is not so much a physical area, although it can be, as it represents the person, place or stage where I attempted to present myself fully upon, and was told not to even bother.
It has become as bad that I do not even "audition" anymore. I will stop myself to truly express myself in order to appease the majesties of the population, which are only royal because I am trying to be their jester. I thrive off of the idea that people think I am a chill person that I do not accept myself. I reject my own ideas that I am a pretty awesome person in order to become a monkey banging cymbals with a fez. I reject myself, which enables me to fear rejection. I enable my fear to exist. More or less, I doubt myself and ask for your approval instead.
Interviews frighten me. This should not be the case, as I know what I can offer, and it is something completely unique. I am confident of that, yet my self-esteem prohibits me from expressing my confidence. But I am digressing.
What this is about is rejection, and my fear of it, and what is allowing it to exist. Ultimately, I need to stop rejecting myself. Some people will not like who I am, as not all personalities mesh as neatly as we would hope. This means nothing more than a difference in opinions and difference in tastes. But there are plenty of people who will love what I can offer, and I need to allow them to have the chance to see that.
I accept who I am and I love everything about me. If you want to see, I will gladly show.
I apologize if this post is disorganized and skips in places, it is too late for me to write.
"Rejection starts when you do not allow others to reject you."
18 February, 2009
The Short Stik
Okay, basically, the Short Stik is not going to be the grammatically displeasing mess that it was before, with apostrophes and shortened words everywhere. The only thing that The Short Stik "segment" ( if I really can call it a segment ) is going to signify is that it is a short post. More or less it is a rant about something that really does not have anything to do with anything else I have written about and usually something thought about during the day.
Allow me to just rant about something that has been bothering me for a while now. It has been discovered quite some time ago and there are many guilty of this pet peeve of mine. I can actually name about five off of the top of my head without even needing to think about it. So I shant hold you in suspense any longer. It is of course the dreaded disappearance from AIM without any form of departing statement. Those who do not say "bye," "later," "peace," "brb," or "bbl." They just sign off, abruptly. I do not even care if we stopped talking a half hour ago. Perhaps something has been distracting us both, but when you sign off completely without any statement of departure, it bothers me. A lot. You can abruptly say, good-bye, without any explanation, and then sign off, without even letting me say good-bye back to you, and that is fine. Granted, it is not my favorite way for someone to end a conversation at all. But hey, at least they ended it. To me, the maximum of time you are allowed to be silent without saying good-bye, is forty-five minutes. However, the rule with that is we both need to be silent for that rule to apply. If I am attempting to talk to you and you have not answered, then you left, without saying good-bye. Just because you remain online but still go to the mall, does not give you the right to not say good-bye.
In addition, those who ruin conversations with your leading no where responses like, "lol," you also agitate me beyond belief. I understand there are sometimes when you have nothing to respond with and that it is hard to continue a conversation. Try this one though, "lol. I don't know how to respond to that." It is not insulting, it is an honest response and it shows the idea that you want to continue a conversation, but have nothing to say to that remark. There are billions of topics in the world, we can stop talking about the current one, as obviously we have nothing more to say about it, and we move to something new. If you do not want to have a conversation with me, then just say, "Hey, I do not really want to talk right now," and I will let you be. Do not give me one word responses. It pisses me off.
Short Stik III: Complete
Allow me to just rant about something that has been bothering me for a while now. It has been discovered quite some time ago and there are many guilty of this pet peeve of mine. I can actually name about five off of the top of my head without even needing to think about it. So I shant hold you in suspense any longer. It is of course the dreaded disappearance from AIM without any form of departing statement. Those who do not say "bye," "later," "peace," "brb," or "bbl." They just sign off, abruptly. I do not even care if we stopped talking a half hour ago. Perhaps something has been distracting us both, but when you sign off completely without any statement of departure, it bothers me. A lot. You can abruptly say, good-bye, without any explanation, and then sign off, without even letting me say good-bye back to you, and that is fine. Granted, it is not my favorite way for someone to end a conversation at all. But hey, at least they ended it. To me, the maximum of time you are allowed to be silent without saying good-bye, is forty-five minutes. However, the rule with that is we both need to be silent for that rule to apply. If I am attempting to talk to you and you have not answered, then you left, without saying good-bye. Just because you remain online but still go to the mall, does not give you the right to not say good-bye.
In addition, those who ruin conversations with your leading no where responses like, "lol," you also agitate me beyond belief. I understand there are sometimes when you have nothing to respond with and that it is hard to continue a conversation. Try this one though, "lol. I don't know how to respond to that." It is not insulting, it is an honest response and it shows the idea that you want to continue a conversation, but have nothing to say to that remark. There are billions of topics in the world, we can stop talking about the current one, as obviously we have nothing more to say about it, and we move to something new. If you do not want to have a conversation with me, then just say, "Hey, I do not really want to talk right now," and I will let you be. Do not give me one word responses. It pisses me off.
Short Stik III: Complete
17 February, 2009
Adjustment
Like a punchline to a joke,
To get to the other. Side.
Timing is everything.
Wish not to ruin the laughs, through interrupting breaths of, fresh air that never comes easy. You break and you pause and you desire to smoothly transition from, one word to the next yet you freeze. Like it is the middle of December, and with your teeth chattering violently, you cannot spit the words out before they are icicles before your face. Then your mind races quicker, faster than the words exposed to the arctic air, MOO, you ruined it. It no longer is funny, you said it. The chaotic mess is as sloppy as this explanation. You stand there, in the middle of the twelve month, alone.
Timing is everything. You can throw the words across the room, Jai alai style if you want, but if it is not in order, they crash firmly to form a nucleus in the middle of a swirling vortex of shapes and lines. The definitions lost and meanings confused. To get to the other side. You stand still, firm. You start to sweat, nerves working, ready to drop everything you are holding. Stand up straight, back perpendicular to the floor. Crash. Tears hit the ground like waterfalls. Knock you backwards, hunched over like you are in Notre Dame, ring the bell. Weakness in the knees.
Timing is everything. Move to a town, finally out of the wretched parent's place, only to settle into a hurricane. House shook, foundation broken, time to restart. But you are not ready to restart, you don't want to restart. Pushing forward you are drained, mosquito by mosquito stealing away your liquid vitality. You like the feeling of it but you fear that soon you will have no blood left to circulate. The only thing you can do is drench yourself in bug spray, absolutely saturate yourself. Square one. Hopscotch. Grab the rock, turn around, restart. It hurts. The stone hurled up in the air and cracks your head open as easily as an egg shell. Leak out yolk.
Crash and burn. Time to restart. Because timing. is. everything.
"You don't swing a bat after the ball passes you."
16 February, 2009
The Short Stik II
I fig'r'd that I actu'ly had 'noth'r short stik to qui'kly t'lk 'bout.
Shame on you google! Ev'ry hol'day I eag'rly type y'er site's ad'ress t'see which cr'zy im'ges you pik'd to repr'snt y'er n'me. T'day, Prez Day, I'm shok'd the n'me Google ap'ears untouch'd by any cre'tiv'ty. Ev'n on rand'm days where no imp'rt'nt ev'nts 'r h'stor'cl sig (although I b'lieve ev'ryday in hist has some imp'rt'nce b'cause someth'n hadda happ'n on ev'ry day at some pt). Yet t'day, you sk'pp'd out on us. I w'nted t'see Geo Wash's head as an O t'day. P'rhaps nxt yr.
Short Stik II: Complete
Also, Short Stik's are goin' to take on a new f'rmat soon, as this one does n't suf'ice. Look fwd to it! Th'ts a com'and.
"We get so used to normalcy that when normalcy does not come, we become disorganized."
Shame on you google! Ev'ry hol'day I eag'rly type y'er site's ad'ress t'see which cr'zy im'ges you pik'd to repr'snt y'er n'me. T'day, Prez Day, I'm shok'd the n'me Google ap'ears untouch'd by any cre'tiv'ty. Ev'n on rand'm days where no imp'rt'nt ev'nts 'r h'stor'cl sig (although I b'lieve ev'ryday in hist has some imp'rt'nce b'cause someth'n hadda happ'n on ev'ry day at some pt). Yet t'day, you sk'pp'd out on us. I w'nted t'see Geo Wash's head as an O t'day. P'rhaps nxt yr.
Short Stik II: Complete
Also, Short Stik's are goin' to take on a new f'rmat soon, as this one does n't suf'ice. Look fwd to it! Th'ts a com'and.
"We get so used to normalcy that when normalcy does not come, we become disorganized."
The Short Stik
I am startin' a new seg in m'blog AKA the short stik. It may be a lil dif'cult t'read as I plan on short'nin maj'rty o'the w'rds. Ap'stros will run ramp'd thru ev'ry sent'nce, n' w'rds will be sho'rtn'd like crazy.
Ev'ry short stik will just b'ramblin' 'bout things in life tha'I can't make a full entry 'bout. Here is the'f'rst.
Why mus' the cutest th'ngs, anim'ls n'peopl alike, be incr'dbly ferocious? Take Pandas. Could'ther'be 'nyth'ng more ad'rble than a panda? Y't, the fact's pandas ar'st'l bears. They've claws n'can tear ya't'shr'ds. This 'psets me. I just wanna hug a panda. Why does'it hav't'be so deadly? I like hugg'n cute th'ngs.
Short Stik 1: Complete
"You cannot look at everything and assume you know everything."
Ev'ry short stik will just b'ramblin' 'bout things in life tha'I can't make a full entry 'bout. Here is the'f'rst.
Why mus' the cutest th'ngs, anim'ls n'peopl alike, be incr'dbly ferocious? Take Pandas. Could'ther'be 'nyth'ng more ad'rble than a panda? Y't, the fact's pandas ar'st'l bears. They've claws n'can tear ya't'shr'ds. This 'psets me. I just wanna hug a panda. Why does'it hav't'be so deadly? I like hugg'n cute th'ngs.
Short Stik 1: Complete
"You cannot look at everything and assume you know everything."
15 February, 2009
Discovery III
People watch (that is a continuation of the title, in case that was not clear). I have noted the effects of smiling (not in any form of specific case study or whatever just in my life) and noticed that the effects of smiles actually are noticed (go figure).
I received a card (a day late) but it was from a friend who I would do anything for to begin with, so it was just nice to just receive something. People take for granted the littlest of things (atoms) and the immense feelings that come from them (elation). Regardless, she wrote to me just genuine feelings and I could not express the elation (there is the feeling again) I felt reading it. People take for granted their friends. Maybe not for granted, but everyone deserves a good feeling every once in a while which sometimes friends overlook.
Throw them a party (been there and done that) to express the true feelings you have for your friend. Your friend will never forget it, and they will have this feeling that is incomparable to any rush from a roller coaster (minus the g force) or anything else. Do it for anyone you want to. Do not restrict it to your friends. The feeling of getting a compliment, a solid genuine compliment (although a fake compliment works in making someone feel better, do not lie to them to make them feel better, that is just mean) is the best in the world. When you receive one you are more inclined to give someone else one due to the feeling you just felt. It is a chain reaction (not like the game show on GSN) of happiness. Cascading from the highest of spirits and reaching down to those that feel so alone. No one should feel alone (not physically, I mean, people are going to be alone sometimes). Be there for everyone you can, even if just minor acquaintances. You never know the impact you will have (normally a huge one). Even if you never get a thank you (then they are jerks if they don't thank you), they appreciate everything you do for them, I can assure you.
Write someone a letter today. Mail it to them. Don't send e-mails if you have the time to write a letter. Just call someone on the phone (and if necessary LEAVE A VOICE MAIL). If you ever felt good about something someone did for you, you should pass it on ( Like chain mail but only non-threatening if you don't pass it on to 10 people in the next 24 hours). Don't wait for them to be depressed. Do it on an ordinary day (like this Wednesday). Text people, "Hi, you're awesome." It makes an ordinary day seem like so much more.
I ask you to just tell someone what they mean to you today. Tell them that talking to them makes you smile. That their sense of humor cracks you up. Anything. Be sincere, but just tell them. There is something nice to say about everyone (I don't know about everything but definitely everyone).
"Take time to make someone else happy, that is the reason we have mouths and ears."
14 February, 2009
The Balcony
We traded kisses on the balcony,
Gazing into the eyes of the other.
"Hello," the voice sounds like mine,
Secretively creeping into my own ears.
I did not speak.
"Hello," finally the words released
From the wretched chamber I kept them.
I smiled, with a quirky smirk,
Nervous but safe and no longer perspiring,
I was happy.
"The world is yours." I looked out.
The horizon seemed endless, clouds puffed,
Trees dancing melodically to the silence,
Wind gently tickling my lips, delicate.
The waves crashed.
Again the voice was like mine,
A smooth, calming voice with no cracks
Or faults, a symphony of words orchestrated,
Gently they comforted my heart.
Yet, I did not speak.
"The world is yours." I turned and said,
Softly at first but gradually gaining confidence
As the "yours" was emphasized with conviction,
Never was my soul as so red with love,
I was happy.
We shared looks over the balcony,
Wooden frame holding us above the jagged cliff,
Hands firmly clasped. Never to be torn apart.
I looked behind us, my empty house. I cried.
The waves crashed.
Gazing into the eyes of the other.
"Hello," the voice sounds like mine,
Secretively creeping into my own ears.
I did not speak.
"Hello," finally the words released
From the wretched chamber I kept them.
I smiled, with a quirky smirk,
Nervous but safe and no longer perspiring,
I was happy.
"The world is yours." I looked out.
The horizon seemed endless, clouds puffed,
Trees dancing melodically to the silence,
Wind gently tickling my lips, delicate.
The waves crashed.
Again the voice was like mine,
A smooth, calming voice with no cracks
Or faults, a symphony of words orchestrated,
Gently they comforted my heart.
Yet, I did not speak.
"The world is yours." I turned and said,
Softly at first but gradually gaining confidence
As the "yours" was emphasized with conviction,
Never was my soul as so red with love,
I was happy.
We shared looks over the balcony,
Wooden frame holding us above the jagged cliff,
Hands firmly clasped. Never to be torn apart.
I looked behind us, my empty house. I cried.
The waves crashed.
Valentine's Day
The question was, "Valentine's Day: Love or Hate" on livejournal...
Oh how I could not answer this question, as often I have been passing up the others (well... the other two of which I have seen since I am new to this blogging world). Regardless, I hated (Keyword Alert:hatED) Valentine's Day. Although I still believe it is a ridiculous holiday that was manufactured by commercialism, I have come to terms that although that the basis of this holiday to me seems a bit, greedy (Hundred bucks for flowers is a BIT out of control), the idea of the holiday is actually worthy. The other problem I have is the connotation of Valentine's Day as being a day of couples. Valentine's Day strongest attribute is the fact that it is about love. Love is not restricted to couples, nor is it restricted to family either. Pets, friends, animals and trees all deserve love too. This world is slowly losing itself with the love of money (which brings me back to the commercialism of this holiday), but if we can surpass that and instead make a friend smile by giving them a hug for just being there, the world would benefit. The chain reaction continues when that friend hugs someone else that they love. The world is too busy with earning money and living for themselves, this holiday gives people a break for a moment, and allows them think about others. With that, I have begun to love this holiday.
"If you make someone's day, it will also make your own."
Oh how I could not answer this question, as often I have been passing up the others (well... the other two of which I have seen since I am new to this blogging world). Regardless, I hated (Keyword Alert:hatED) Valentine's Day. Although I still believe it is a ridiculous holiday that was manufactured by commercialism, I have come to terms that although that the basis of this holiday to me seems a bit, greedy (Hundred bucks for flowers is a BIT out of control), the idea of the holiday is actually worthy. The other problem I have is the connotation of Valentine's Day as being a day of couples. Valentine's Day strongest attribute is the fact that it is about love. Love is not restricted to couples, nor is it restricted to family either. Pets, friends, animals and trees all deserve love too. This world is slowly losing itself with the love of money (which brings me back to the commercialism of this holiday), but if we can surpass that and instead make a friend smile by giving them a hug for just being there, the world would benefit. The chain reaction continues when that friend hugs someone else that they love. The world is too busy with earning money and living for themselves, this holiday gives people a break for a moment, and allows them think about others. With that, I have begun to love this holiday.
"If you make someone's day, it will also make your own."
Discovery II
Round two...FIGHT.
So, I skipped writing here yesterday (whoops!), but I am only sure that this is the beginning of my inconsistent ramblings. I shall try (Keyword Alert: TRY) to keep everything current but alas, I do have a life (If I did not, I probably would also not have a blog). But back to the message (Disclaimer: The following may not really have a message) of the entry.
I have taken steps (More like I slowly slid my foot forward a little without lifting it off the ground) to living life more and more freely. The restrictions of the world seemed too overbearing (Too over polar bearing... I don't know why I wanted to write that so badly) that I needed some sort of release. One being this blog, which I believe every single person should have regardless of if it is set to private or public (but it should be public because I believe the world needs to share more emotions and experiences ... okay and I am just nosy). Blogs allow the world to be more open, more free and less of a conspiring enigma of evil (Okay... okay... not conspiring enigma of evil... just difficult). It allows the expression of raw human emotion (or manufactured bullshit used to manipulate other people's thoughts and feelings) throughout the global arena (like Gladiators we fight!). Finding someone going through the same situation (YOU GOT ATTACKED BY A GOOSE LAST WEEKEND TOO?!... oh how it happens too often) or getting the opinion of someone else (You're an idiot...) positive or negative can help the world grow together, and can spark individual growth as well (I'm 6 foot 2 now!). This is one of the most important discoveries and inventions by mankind (after the discovery of watermelon...mmmm). I am upset that this technology is being wasted.
Furthermore, I have changed my hair, both color (colour to the British) and style, and have further engaged myself in volunteerism. I have a calendar now in attempts (Keyword Alert: ATTEMPT) to become more organized and not forget about things that mean something to me and my life (like my Spring Break). These past two weeks have been a minor blip (honestly just wanted to use that word) on the world's time line and on other people's time line, but on mine, it marked a change, and one I fully enjoy. I encourage people to discover themselves, do something new (Chew Orbit instead of Trident... or vice versa), make personal growth, write (PLEASE WRITE), and learn about someone else. It is amazing how much the world has to offer, and how little of it we take.
Love someone today. Love a friend, a parent, a significant other, or a pet.
Love.
"The littlest things in the big world could make the biggest of differences in your little world."
12 February, 2009
Discovery
Instead of stressing over the most proper or most appropriate way to begin this, that was it.
I have longed, okay maybe not longed but I have wanted, to write a blog for a decent amount of time now. Granted, nothing really has changed (things have actually changed), I still figured if I do not start this now I never will, (probably a lie... I more than likely would have started on just later on in my life).
So, I am not an experienced blogger, I think I am masking it well, right?, but I also do not know the difference between an experienced blogger vs. an inexperienced one. So we continue onward.
I am a writer, not professionally, and normally I am more structured than this (or I would like to think I am at least) but considering this is a new environment (don't know what that even means) and form of writing I figured I would ditch my extremely methodical formal writing in order to delve into something new head first (which is not recommended for most things, like an empty pool). That was what I like to call a run on sentence. Anyway, my sense of humor may be dry ( as a desert ), some actually find it delicious (as a dessert), and thus I will never change my humor.
However, as the title suggests, I have found myself in others (that sounds dirty but is not supposed to). This world is an interconnected one (the internet helps that) and I have come to terms with that. No longer is locking myself in a dark, depressing room going to solve all of my problems (not like it used to anyway). However, this is going to be yet another huge transformation in my life (Optimus Prime!...Transformer...get it? Nevermind). I recently started a new major, again. This allows me to be part of the large statistic of students who change majors (I just wanted to make sure it was true that students change their major on average three times in their college career... it is right and I am above average). Regardless, I am finally settling in and being happy. I was torn by society's pressures (shame on you society) and for that I am regretful. I wish I followed through with this major from the beginning, however I am not upset at the vast knowledge about everything (literally) that I have acquired.
So back to everything, I am finding myself through my interactions (or sometimes lack thereof) with other people in this extremely populated world. The more perspectives I have received about the pettiest of situations and intense of ones, have made me realize many things about myself (because I am all that matters, completely kidding) and the world surrounding me. I wish I could divulge my discoveries (like Columbus did when he discovered a route to India...oops), but there is not enough time in the day nor are my fingers that strong to type that much (I do not exercise them enough... need to do more finger crunches).
So what is the point of this (there is a point??). Basically, for the first post I am preluding the subsequent posts that will be seen on this site. Perhaps not all of them will deal with discovery, however, then I will change the subject heading (is that not what it is for?). I wanted to introduce myself (although I did not really say much about myself) and my writing style, although do not get used to this because I am surely going to change it with frequency. So, yup. This is the first of many so I hope. Wow, this post really did not say anything about anything. I apologize although I am only a little sorry. And, shout out to Helen for giving me motivation to actually do this.
"The world changes, it grows, it shrinks, but there is always someone else on it with you."
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