Thursday, August 30, 2012

Watch Me.

If you think that you can kick me while I'm down,
Watch me kick your ass through the pain.
If you think that you're going to leave me dead,
Watch me as I live.
If you think that I'm an asshole,
Well karma's a bitch motherfucker, so get the fuck over it.
If you think that I can't do it.
Grab some popcorn and watch me as I do.
Watch me live,
Because I don't need you to be the one who brings me down.
I can do better than what you think I can.
Watch me as I soar.
Because I refuse to drown under failure.
Watch me.
Cause I'm not going anywhere.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


I wander accross hundreds,
But you're the one I can recongize.
You have my heart,
To admit it, yeah, it would be a start.
I wonder high and low.
Left and right.
My excuses I'm out of.
Maybe, I should let my heart admit the truth.

Monday, August 27, 2012


I wander along, listening to the Foo Fighters,
I listen to you,
And wonder what to do to help,
Because probelms arise everyday.
Why can't people be happy?
We're too young, and life's too short to fill it's canvas with complaints.
I want to fly,
But you wiegh me down.
I hear someone tell me I can't.
I worry at night.
I cry due to loniliness, but in the morning, sing my song.
I wander along,
In a sea of confusion.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Quick. Quick? Quick!

Hey everyone! I apologize in advance for the fact that it's been two weeks since I last posted something on here. I've been in extrremely poor health for about a week and a half, and haven't really been able to think of good topics other than everything in my body hurts. And nobody wants to read about that.
Well, it doesn't anymore. Thank God.
Anyways, back to my blog entry. Hi. Hello.
The upcoming school year is fast approaching, and I'll have to endure some quick ice breakers, all of which require me to think on my feet something interesting about myself. So, to save myself some time, and to actually think of something good, because I really suck at thinking on my feet, I decided to write down a few interesting things about myself. Maybe then, people would find me interesting..
  1. This summer, I learned how to drive, and went to Boston. 
  2. My favorite singer changes daily. 
  3. This summer, I learned that I probably won't get my license for a long time, because I suck at driving. Also, I learned that you only live once, and you can never predict what's going to happen to you, because every day could truly be your last.
  4. I know every lryic of the Fraiser theme song. 
  5. I love cupcakes more than anything. 
  6. I read ten books this summer. 
  7. I'm thinking of changing my major.
  8. I'm really bad at technology. 
  9. I've never been to a concert. 
  10. I just got my first libary card yesterday.
  11. I had a bunch of really awesome facts about myself in my mind, but by the time I sat down to actually write them, I already forgot them. 
  12. I'm both pysched, and freaked about college. 
  13. I love historical ficition. 
  14. I have five bottles of purple nail polish. Maybe more. 
 So..yeah, I'm not that exciting. Oh well..

Friday, August 10, 2012

Under Pressure.

Note: This piece following is purely my opinion. If you find fault, or are offended, then please remind yourself that this is America, and I can blog whatever the hell I want, thanks to the first amendmant . So, if you are actually offended, please go read a copy of the Bill of Rights before you make an ass out of yourself.
Yesterday, I was on a girl's tumblr account, and I came across some disturbing images. The images, I'm afraid were promoting signs of eating disorders, calling herself fat, and a bunch of images of women going to drastic measures to be perfect.
Being perfect is something that many people strive, especially adolescents, who are trying to find a place in the cold world that lies in front of them. The media often promotes this, I've noticed through fashion magazines, and televison. I personally think the media is promoting mixed messages to teens, and everyone, to be thin, but not too thin, to be perfect, but not too perfect. And it's hard for one to follow, so what do they do? They crumble, and result to drastic measures; either for attention or for just being loved by everyone.
Newsflash, folks. No one in this world is perfect. So, to all of the girls out there, stop trying. No, I'm not trying to be a bitch here, I'm just trying to make a valid, and true point. Sometimes, what we see on the reality shows and what is reported is fake. The best way to put it is taken from the song "Hollywood" by the hit pop singer JoJo, "All That Glitters Ain't Gold".
Another thing that bothers me, perhaps the most, is that girls try to be perfect, so that someone else would love them, in the area of romantic encounters. They try to be "hot" so that way they can get the guy. Well, to be honest, that's not the way it should be. I think that society makes it like that, but the truth is, or at least in my opinion, it's not. Don't starve yourself to get a guy. It's not worth it.
I believe that if you aren't the person that you want to be, then you are putting on an act, wearing a mask, and pretending to be someone that you're not. Whether it may be for attention, or to get the guy, it's stupid. You're just living your life in a fantasy, a dream almost, putting on an act to be someone that you're not. If you are truly yourself, then you realize that the people who love you, for being you.
To the girls out there, feeling pressured, know that people truly love you. Actually, scratch that. To ANYONE who feels pressured to be perfect, know that people love you for being you, and you don't have to wear any mask but your own.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Inner Child.

How many of us are guilty of sleeping with stuffed animals, watching cartoons, playing on a playground, or eating sugary ceral just for the prizes. (Okay, tell me that I wasn't the ONLY person to ever do that, come on people)
The point is that we all have a inner child that resides in all of us. Sometimes, she's hidden by adult desires, but deep down, hidden, she's there. She's the one who loves lots of sweets, the one who still buys and sleeps with stuffed animals, and climbs trees. (I got that one with the help of Ugly Betty, thanks Betty.)
What is the inner child in us? She's the one who takes risks, mainly cause she doesn't know better. She plays with dolls, on hours on end, just to express the stories in her mind. She's the one who draws lousy pictures, so she can express her inner thoughts and ideas. She's the one who writes silly stories and dreams about becoming big someday, whether it's a writer singer, or fashion designer.
As we grow up, we quickly learn lessons and we lose interest in things such as playing an instrument or exploring. Why? I don't actually know. Maybe, when we hit puberty, we tend to lose interest in certain things, just to be more of the media's aspect on how the female should act like.(it's something I read in a book once) Maybe, we are discouraged to express ourselves by our families, peers, and other people in the world.
But the more we hold onto our inner desires, the more we hold onto imagination. The things we dream of is the things that we should go for. Sometimes, things are just within your reach. Sometimes, our inner child has a point in his or her own way.
They are telling us to dream.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


Lately, my life has been crappy.
I haven't slept in a couple of days, my watch broke, my favorite one, I've been sitting by a phone that wouldn't ring, and yeah, my life sucks. I've cried enough tears to fill up a river, and I'm tired of it.
Overall, I feel lousy.
I guess, sometimes, when riding on an all time high, we have to come to a low. And we want someone to hug us, and someone to listen to our probelms. Sometimes, we have people that who will be there for you. Then sometimes, you have people who never respond to your text, and you feel like crap because you thought you actually meant something to them.
Lately, I've been a mess.
But I've been through crappier days, and I know in my heart of hearts that it's not the end of the world. 
But tomarrow, will be a better day, and everything would be okay.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Awesome Things.

While purchasing textbooks, I came across the discount bin at my school's bookstore. So, I picked up this book, called the Book of Awesome (Link posted at the bottom of this entry to the book's or author's website). Anyways, I got to reading it yesterday, on my summer reading kick, and ever since then, I couldn't put the book down, it was that good.
Anyways, the book was about the little awesome things in life that make us happy. And that got me thinking about the little awesome things, things that one wouldn't think of as being awesome or cause for one to be happy. So, I've composed a list of my own five awesome things.
  1. Cookies. Especially warm ones. I have a huge addiction to cookies. Whenever I eat them, I'm always happy. It doesn't matter what kind of cookies-chocolate chip, frosted, and M and M. The sky is the limit when it comes to me and cookies. 
  2. Learning  about new things. This summer, I learned how to drive. Yes, I may suck at it, but everytime I go out, I get a tad bit better, and learn a little more. The feeling of accomplishing something, anything is always a good thing. 
  3. Being curled up in a ball late at night watching television. I dunno why, but every night, I always shut my phone off, and just relax. 
  4. Running. Whenever I run, I feel like it clears my mind so I can think. It's like my own hour long mindsweep. Whenever I'm stressed, I always run, and for some odd reason, I'm not stressed anymore. 
  5. Gilmore Girls. That show is awesome. I'm obessed. Nuff said, fellas. 
Now, I have a crazy request. Tell me your little awesome things that make YOU happy. It doesn't have to be five, but I would like to hear it from you, readers.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Jump, Damnit, Jump.

There's this Madonna song, called Jump. For those of you who don't know, I'm a huge Madonna fan, and am currently trying to collect all of her CDs. (I'm up to four-WOOT, only nine more to go) One of my favorite songs by her is this song from her album Confessions on a Dance Floor, called, as you guessed it Jump. It's about taking risks, and chances.
Well, lately, that's been the theme of my life. Taking chances.
Often, I feared about taking chances. I fear often about them blowing up in my face. But also, I got to thinking. If I don't take the chances, I would sit wondering what my life would be like if I did. Sometimes, it hurts more not doing something, then pulling the trigger and doing something about it. Sometimes, someone would catch you. Sometimes there won't be. Either way, you can get up, and you can move on into the future, whatever that may mean.
There is also an Ugly Betty episode titled with that same name; the one where Betty takes a personal risk when deciding to marry Henry or go to Rome with Italy. Her idol, Clare Meade tells her that she needs to take more risks, so she does, and travels the country to find herself. (great, I just ruined the ending)
But the point is, she decided to jump. She didn't know what she was going to face, or what was in front of her; she just did it.
And that's what I need to do.
I need to Jump, dammit.
We all sometimes need to, even though we may not know what's in front of us, or what we will face. We just never know what to expect. Unless, we have some kind of crystal ball.
Are you ready to jump?
I am.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Everyone Makes Mistakes.

We all make mistakes. We all are imperfect human beings, with flaws, and cracks in our mirrors. We use foundation to cover up the things that we don't like about ourselves-pimples, lines, and freckles to make a perfect complexion that makes us look pretty on the outside. We all strive to be perfect, when really no one isn't completely perfect. There is some sort of flaw, that doesn't always mean that people are not good enough, it makes them real. All that glitters isn't gold. Sometimes, a few cracks in the reflection shows that there is real beauty.
What is the cracks, exactly? The mistakes that one made. The past. They are the dirt that lies underneath, preventing one from being completely perfect.
But, then. No one is perfect. We all have flaws. We all make mistakes. We all have little quirks that make one imperfect. Mine are that I eat too much chocolate, I cry easily, read a lot of books, read magazines backwards, and I have obessions with music and jewelry.
But that's just me.
Those are the things that make me, well me.
Maybe imperfections are the things that make us, well us. It's our character, it's the individual things that make us unique.
And everyone knows it's okay to be different. 

Thursday, August 2, 2012


On Twitter, (yes I have a twitter, if y'all want to follow me, hit me up. Okay, that sounded odd, but yeah you get the point), there was a trend about what you can't be in a relationship.
So then, I put my thinking cap on, and got to thinking...
What can I not tolerate in a relationship?
If you are any of the following things, then no, I can't date you:
  • If you believe women should make you a sandwich. 
  • Don't respect my personal opinions. 
  • Don't give me personal space (hey, you have your bro time, I should have my own time to do  whatever I please.)
  • Be a complete pig. Need I say more?
Basically, I want to be respected. Is that too much to ask?