Yesterday was the birthday of who I think is one of the most talented and creative songwriters of all time. And that is Mr. Steven Tyler. Steven Tyler is the head singer to my favorite band of all time, Aerosmith. So, happy 65th birthday, Steve! You are one talented little dude, and keep on rocking. You've inspired millions included myself. Your lryics help others, through difficult times, and make them love music. You create anthems, and inspire creativity.
Just picture it. You're sixteen years old. You're going to a party for the first time. Someone hands you a red solo cup. What inhabits it is unknown. All of a sudden things become fuzzy. You begin to lose memory of what had happened. All of sudden you black out. You wake up from this daze and you're in a place you can't remember. Soon, this becomes routine for you, and you begin to do this on a weekly basis.
This is the case for millions of teens. Some start older then 16. Some start younger. In a recent survey from SADD, 26.4 percent of people ages 12-20 have had an alcoholic beverage sometime in their lifetime. That means a 1/4 of society's teenagers have had a sip of alcohol on their lips. So, we begin to wonder what makes this statistic happen. Is it the fault of parental figure, or the fault of the teenage. It is similar to the argument that many psychologists make, nature vs nurture?
There are many health aspects to drinking. When you're younger you tend not to think of the effects that you experience later in life of the decisions that you make in a single moment. Drinking is one of them. Alcohol when used right is an okay spice to life. However, when used in excess or too early in life, that's when the problems arise. That's when the blackouts happen, the hangovers, and the other negative things happen. Too much alcohol can lead to liver damage, and perhaps alcohol poisoning which can be deadly. So my question is why do so many teenagers enjoy the aspect of a drink at night?
We hear it in health class. Just say no. It's on pencils, and engraved into our brains when we are little. However when we're teenagers the point in our lives when we rebel against everything our parents and teachers teach us, we begin to drink. It's an aspect of the forbidden fruit, when a parental figure says no, why should we listen?
Well, the aspect of the forbidden fruit does come into play. However, I believe that alcoholic beverages are similar to being able to take your license test. You have to reach a level of maturity or otherwise you begin to abuse the powers that come along with it. Sometimes, too much alcoholic beverages can lead to one thing. So, I vow to not take a drink unless it's legal. When I do drink, I do plan to drink in moderation, because I want to be able to say 'no' when a guy wants to have sex with me, and not have to worry about what stupid things that people took pictures of me doing. It's a decision I hope to be responsible, however as I look on social media sites I see several of my peers enjoying what comes in the bottle. It's their choice, and I respect it. However, I do ask them to respect mine in return.
One of the pitfalls of being single is having to deal with the creeps that lurk around. Seriously, they are everywhere. It's a jungle out there, ladies and gents, so consider yourself warned.
Unfortunately, I have the displeasure of getting to know one of these creeps. I never met him, that's the first kicker. The second is that he won't leave me alone. At first, it was all good because I thought he was actually a pretty decent person, and wanted to at least get to know him. However, the milk went sour rather quickly. He began to use rather weird terms, and then I slowly but surely wanted nothing to do with him. He thinks that just because I write for fun, it makes me a boring person. He's one of those types of people who just want action, with more action, and nothing else. For a while, he did go away. But now he's back, to be more creepy then ever.
Honestly, I thought I could go out with him, for a coffee because I have nothing better to do. However, I quickly realized that he wasn't what I want or need. I'm currently working my ass off for school, and it's my life and main priority. I'm not saying I don't like to have fun; I just can't be the girl who spends every minute with her boyfriend. It's not healthy, and it's not me. I have school, friends, two blogs and a book to write, and I have dreams. I do want a relationship. I just want someone that realizes that they are not the only thing that's going on in my life. No one can take that away from me.
Guys like that can not take no for an answer. They don't listen, and don't understand that no yes means no. No, I won't give you a blow job. No, I won't give up my virginity just so you can have a good time and later break my heart. I don't want a sexual relationship, and it's my choice to think that. It's no one else's.
I tried to analyze why he's doing this. But yet, I couldn't come up with a reason. Maybe he's ruled by his sexual desire so much that it controls his aggression and therefore making his libido more active? I don't know exactly, all I know is that he's just...creepy.
No means no. No means no I don't like you. No means no I won't do anything with you. It means get it through your thick motherfucking head that I want nothing for you. Don't fucking call me baby, cause I ain't having that bullshit. I'm not your baby and I never will be. Go find a prostutite to deal with all of your sexual desires, because this bitch ain't going to do it with. You've cost me four nights of sleep and worry and I'm fucking done with you. I'm done losing sleep and worrying about whether or not you'll appear one day. I'm done with worrying. I wish you nothing but the best, but please stay away from me.
I always had a bad feeling about him.When I first laid eyes on him, my gut told me to run. But did I run? No. I fell for his fast talking ways, eating the candy sweet words that rolled off of his tongue. It never once occured to me that he could have said those lines that I fell for to thousand other girls. He was a cocky son of a bitch, and thought that he was entitled to everyone that he wanted, and that she would want him also.
He was a player and an asshole. He just wanted someone to take up space, a girl to have sex with him whenever he wanted and make him sandwiches. I should have known from his dirty jokes and immature sexual innuendos.
"Bella", he breathed. "Why are you doing this to me?" He put his hand on my leg, gripping it tightly. I tried to pry it off.
"You know I want nothing to do with you. I tried to be nice. Your thick skull wouldn't let it seep through", I growled through clench teeth.
He smiled evilly like the Chesire Cat. "Now, baby, why would you do a thing like that? I'm the best that you'll ever have".
"Because", I countered, steering away from him. He began to inch closer. My body went into fight or flight response. Danger, danger my body screamed.
"You're a perv and a creep", I said. Then I began to run.
I can hear his boots stomp after me.
My mind flashed to all of this began. I was just starting high school. He was a cool senior. I was surprised that he wanted me, the wallflower who had yet to find a place in this world. I filled my head with thoughts of me in a gown, him in a tux on our way to his prom. Those thoughts drowned out the warnings of the other girls who wanted to protect my innocent, which now circled my head like a bad song on the radio. They were right, I thought as I kept running.
Things began to get sticky in April. He began to pressure me to it, the dirty deed whose devil consumed him. We'd been going out for six months. I was barely into teenagedom and here he wanted to do something so adult. I managed to compromise with him, and tell him that we'd do it by the end of the year. That's when the devil consumed him came out for a visit.
I broke up with him in June. He told me bluntly that I was leading him on because he was the only one of his buddies whose girlfriend didn't give him head. (personally, I thought it was disgusting). Then, he blamed me for what he did behind my back, because it was my fault because he wanted to cheat. If I did give him head, then I would still have him, loyal as a dog. Something clicked, and I broke up with him. I didn't want anything to do with him. Not then, not now, not ever.
I stopped running, realizing that I had no reason to run.
"Good", he said. "You've finally come to reason."
"No", I said confidently.
He looked confused.
I stepped forward. " I've come to realize that you're not worth running from, you coward". I kicked him in the groin. Hard. He yelped in pain.
"What was that for?" he screamed.
I smiled coyly. "It's for being a coward and a jerk. Sincerly yours from the girls whose innocence you stole, and who were afraid to finally give you what you deserved."
I walked away as a knelt over in pain. He never did bother me again.
DISCLAIMER: This story and the characters in it are highly fictional.
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Words can hurt. Sometimes, they can hurt more then fists and weapons. They can damage spirits, and cause others to do things. Never assume what you say can get back to you, or hurt the person in a way that you don't mean.Why? Because sometimes, the words you say can be taken the wrong way.
So, I've decided to help stop this word war if you will. I realized that the words I say can get back to those who I talk about. And that they can hurt. So, I've decided to do something about it, to cause one less person to be hurt.
I pledge to not talk about people; friends, family, strangers, you get the picture. I pledge not to call them derogatory words such as 'slut', 'bitch', and 'whore.' I'm tired of polluting the world with negativity, and plan to try my best to weed out the words that hurt. I want to spread love not hate.
Whose with me?
When you're younger, people tell you to fantasize what you want to be.
When you're older, people sing you a different tune. They tell you to think about your future, and nag you about the necessity of being able to support yourself.
What happened in between those times?
When we graduate high school, most people have a clear path of what they want to do-go to a college institution. It's hard to find a sustainable living without a bachelor's degree. So, we go to college to get a chance at a multi zero amount future.
But, my question is how do we decide on a major? And when we do, is it something that we love or something that we program ourselves to like so we can put bread on the table?
At a certain point, we have to make that choice. Some students opt for the best of both worlds and major in an the area that they can make a decent living with, and minor in something that they have a personal interest in. Others just put their dreams on the shelf, and look at them like they were pictures of them in a past life.
But there's a few, a select few that DO chose to follow their dreams. Call them crazy, but they are the ones that know what they want, and aren't afraid to get it. They are the fearless ones. Their future may be dismal in what they want, but they decide to pursue it anyways, because they know that's what they are meant to do.
Isn't that all that matters at the end of the day? To be happy versus stuck at a nine to five job that causes you unhappiness?
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Lately, I've been thinking about the girlfriend code of ethics. So, I've decided that I was going to create a list of rules that I follow, because sometimes, we really do need a list of what flies and what doesn't fly.
NEVER consult your friends significant other without consulting her. I always follow that rule because you never know if it's a line that you want to cross. The only exception to this rule is when your friend is dying or something and can't get near a phone, and or you need help with something that they are in an area of expertise.
If a friend is going through a rough time then be there for her through it all.
Follow the golden rule. Do for her what you would want done for you.
If she takes advantage of you in any way shape or form please let her know.
Never ditch her for a dude. Dudes come and go, but friends should still remain a high priority in your life. Your guy has his bros, you have your girls.
Forgive them when you think and know that they are sorry. People make mistakes. You do too. Forgive your friends when they truly are sorry. They aren't? Then they weren't worth having.
A couple of days ago, I was talking to some people about whether or not the goal of life is simply to win. When have we ever done something, just to do something? We study so we can get grades so we can become successful in life. But when have we done something just for the fun of it? Something that we enjoy, something that makes us happy with little gain? When have we ever decided to do something without the intent of winning, or being the best at something.
Life is awfully short to do things that will just look good on a resume or a college application. We should enjoy life, and our experiences and live life to the fullest.
What does this mean? Do the things you want to do. You know, the things you've been putting off until tomorrow. Follow your heart sometimes, not your head. Do things that hey you might regret later, but glad that you've experienced. Hey, life is too short wondering what could have been. If you're feeling a certain way, then you should go for what you want. If you like someone, then tell them. If you want to major in music instead of law, then do it. What's stopping you?
I guess the moral of this blog entry is to be inspiring.
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It was one of those Marches that began as a lion, but appear to be leaving as a lamb. The snow was melting, revealing pieces of green grass that were from the hard snow. It was a new beginning, and a chance for a new opportunity. I looked at the newly boomed I was waiting to meet George, my best friend from high school. We usually met one Sunday a month to have Sunday brunch and to catch up with each other. We had this little cafe that we considered to be our place, which was between the frozen yogurt shop and the bookstore. George was always fashionably late, so I sat on the bench outside waiting for him. It truly was a nice day. After five minutes of waiting I was able to spot his fitted yellow pants from the distance. He was also wearing white Ray-Bans, and a black shirt with a yellow tie. He walked with attitude, strutting down the sidewalk as if it was a runway and he was a model rocking the latest fashions. “Darling!” he said, as he gave me a hug and kissed me on both cheeks . “How are you?” I smiled and hugged him back. “I’m good how are you?” He grinned. “I’m good. I have amazing news to tell you. Shall we go get some coffee?”
“Of course,” I said.
We went inside and got coffee. He got a latte with skim milk. . I got a hot chocolate, because I never really enjoyed the taste of coffee. We shared a giant chocolate chip cookie to share.
“So,” I said, taking a sip of my lukewarm hot cocoa. “Tell me the good news.”
He ripped off a piece of our cookie. “So you know that guy I’ve been seeing for a while?”
I nodded. He’s been involved with James for the past few months. James also went to our old high school. He was in the grade below us, and very openly gay. So was George for that matter. However, James had an ego the size of Alaska, and more chicks than the quarterback on the football team I often thought he was in a relationship with himself.
“Yes”, I said. “What about him?” I had an idea of what he was going to say, and began to brace myself.
“We’ve decided to get married! Isn’t that wonderful?”
I felt my jaw drop so low that I could probably taste the linoleum on the floor “What?”
“We’ve decided to get married. He asked me yesterday, so you’re one of the first to know.”
I didn’t know what to say. I knew it was a big mistake, because something was off about James. I had said that from day one. He thought everyone in the world should cater to him and his needs. Every guy in school liked him, and I was more than positive that he knew it. I was sure that he didn’t have a non-superficial bone in his body. I knew that George could do so much better. I had made that very clear.
“George, are you sure about this?” I asked.
“Of course I’m sure. What makes you think that I’m not? You know, you’ve never liked James too much. Can’t you give him a chance?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but then I saw it. All sound exited my mouth, and I was left with nothing to say. Out of the cafe window, I saw James holding hands with a very attractive male. He was wearing George’s favorite purple zip up hoodie sweatshirt. They stopped walking, and embraced into a very passionate kiss.
“I can’t give him a chance, because he’s kissing another man,” I said, pointing to the end of the movie scene that was being played live right outside.
George turned. “OHMYGOD! That liar!” He stormed out of the coffee shop, racing towards them like the Road Runner Cartoon. He looked like a mixture of devastated and angry, a volcano ready to explode.
I watched them through the the glass of the window as George confronted him. George looked like he had been stabbed in the back, while James looked like he hadn’t done anything wrong. I couldn’t exactly decipher what he was saying, but when James took off the sweatshirt, I knew that the nuptials were no more. After ten minutes, he headed back towards me. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that I had to be supportive because it was clear that he needed me. However, on the inside I wanted to gloat.
“You know what?” he asked.
“What?” I asked.
“You were right, and I was wrong.”
I laughed. “It’s about time you realized that .”
“Seriously? Why couldn’t I realize that? How could I not know this?”
I laughed. “It’s okay. We all make mistakes. He just wasn’t the man for you”.
We went back to eating our cookie. George ordered another one. After all, chocolate was the best healer of them all.
I hate it when someone says "I only want what's best for you" or "I don't want you to get hurt, so therefore you shouldn't do x y and z". I mean I understand why someone would say that. They care about me enough to say I don't want you to get hurt, so then avoid this. Looking out for someone is always something that's good character. Especially when it's a friend or family member, someone that you really wouldn't like to see cry or feel sad.
However, as much concern as these parties may have for me, those phrases still make me angry. I know what I want. Granted, it sometimes isn't exactly the BEST thing for me, but its something that I feel is right for me. I know this, because my gut told me that it was. My gut may not be ALWAYS right, but if my gut wants to do or say something, I'll damn well do it. Sometimes these people don't realize that I do things for a reason.
As much as I appreciate their concern over my wellbeing, I feel like they are more telling me what to do and what not to do. And that makes me angry, because I'm eighteen years old. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. They might not always be great, and they might not be what you want for me, but they are mine to make. I can't ask you to support them, nor agree with them. However, I can only ask that you respect them as I make them, because that's all that matters.
For those of you who know me personally, I'm really into the show Mob Wives. It's my guilty pleasure, something that I enjoy watching nearly every Sunday. Other then the fact that there's drama nearly every episode, (but that's what's so good about it) the women in there are actually really good role models. Each and every one of them is a strong bitch who doesn't take shit from anyone. Every woman is independent, and doesn't take no shit from anybody.
A lot of people wonder why I think that. These women have to deal with a lot on a day to day basis. They have to deal with a man that's in and out of prison. They have to worry about whether or not their kids have a father. We see Drita and Carla deal with that. Some of them were born into it. Karen, Romana, Big Ang and Renee all had male relatives that were in the mafia. They had to grow up with people hating the people the people that raised them. They sometimes had to suffer because their loved ones were behind bars, people calling them names, and losing someone they love for a period of time.
We forget about they are human. They get into fights a lot, just because they don't take shit from anyone. If something or someone doesn't work or treat them in their favor they do something about it. They don't let little flies in their life stay to bother them; they smack them. They are women who take care of themselves, and defend themselves despite what they have stacked on their plate. These women stick together. These women are role models.
The men who raise us aren't always a father. Just like the women who raise aren't always mothers. They can be anyone from a teacher, to a friend's parent. Of course, we can't forget the grandparents who always like to go above and beyond to go the extra mile.
The men that raise us can be anyone who loves us, and shows us that there are good men out there, you just have to search to find it. Good men and good women are human. Due to that, sometimes there is things about them that isn't perfect. However, because we love them, we know that they are not truly bad or crazy people. They are the people that we love. They are the people who did what they could for us.
I was raised by my grandfather. Although he had his faults and quirks, he was the man that stood by me. Because of that, I will always remember him as being my grandfather the guy that raised me, with his sense of humor, and crazy ways. I look past those crazy ways, because I love him.
In death, the memories of the good things that he did will always look past the imperfections because even in death the good will always overpower the bad.
Who here has an Instagram? For those of you who don't know what Instagram is, either because you live under a rock or just because it's not your thing, Instagram is a social media site or app that you basically edit pictures with a bunch of filters that in a second can change your photo from being blah, to being the best damn thing on the planet.
Then I began to think. Is this what we've come to? Making a false image based on filters, creating a sense of ourselves that perhaps is unreal. We alter the images until they have reached some degree of perfection. Whether it may be with the many filters on the Instagram, or erasing the blemishes on your skin with Picnik or Photoshop, we all create the false imagery of being someone that we are not. Due to this, we are living a life that strives to only be perfect. This is the life with filters.
Living a life with filters can be equal to many things. One is that we can take the average everyday object and make it more beautiful. Take that cup of coffee that you took a picture of this morning. (Come on, we all do it, it's okay to admit it) Another is that we are accustomed to having everything be perfect that often be forget that we as humans tend to be imperfect. Eventually, all we will strive is perfection without realizing that as humans there are cracks in our souls, the scars the mark up our skin. Putting a filter over it will cause us to work even harder to become people with less scratched up surfaces. Sometimes, the scratches are beautiful to see.
Maybe if we lift these filters from our photographs we can learn to accept the beauty that lies underneath. That is the real beauty, the natural kind. Not the superficial kind. The kind that filters try to hide.
Let's try to life these filters to see what we uncover.