Wednesday, November 28, 2012


If I did this, what would happen?
If I did that, would would you say?
If I ran for president, would I change the world?
If I said I love you, would you run away?

If I took a chance, would I be smart or dumb?
If I spoke up for those without a voice, would they at last be heard?
If I fell in love, would I become an idiot?
If I chose to follow my dreams instead of soley caring about monitary value, would I be crazy?

If I become a therapist, would I be able to make your probelms disappear?
If I become a writer, would I be able to write the great novel?
If I become a teacher, what would you learn from me?
If I become a mother, would I teach my children what my mother taught me?

The future is if.
I am the future.
I am if.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Perfectly Imperfect.

I have a Tumblr, and a Twitter account, and to be honest, I'm addicted. However, there are some things that truly bother me on the website. I hate how many girls like to point out their flaws, and how many society pressures both males and females to be perfect, the pressure of perfection coming from society, and from parents, school, and peers.
I'll be the first one to admit it. I'm not perfect. In fact, I'm probably the most imperfect person ever. I can't draw or do math, and I fall a lot, physically and emotionally. Does that make me any less, does that make you any more? I think not.
To all of the girls out there who think that they aren't perfect because they have a big ass or something, that doesn't make you any less. People might point out the imperfections, but the people who do simply don't matter enough to maintain a permant part in your life. The people who say you're fat, or stupid are the people that shouldn't have a role in your life altogether. I realize that this is easier said then done, however it's something that more people should realize: if someone has the power to make you feel bad, it's simply because you gave them that power. Only you have the power to make you feel sad or mad or bad. Remember that.
I also think that these girls should also ban the word "fat" from your vocab. To me, it's such a negative word, and is not really needed. No one is fat, and no one should starve themselves, or go on a diet. Weight is something that I feel that the American is obsessed with, whether they may be obese or anerexic. The average American is obsessed with sizes rather than health status. It's sad but true. It creates unreal standards, that everyone can be a size zero.
Duh. Not everyone is a size zero. If everyone was a size zero, then the world would be boring, and there would be no variety. With no variety, then the world would be like having no ice cream but vanilla. Imagine if that were the case. Then life, and the world around us would be boring.
To all of the girls out there, enjoy your flaws. No one is perfect, and neither should you. You're beautiful just the way you are, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Rambling at Ten AM

Hey there internetters. So, I'm failing at writing a 50,000 word novel. Don't mock me, because it's really hard. That, and I have writer's block, so yeah, here I am blogging.
Lately, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I've been feeling like my life is changing seasons overnight. I graduated high school, and started college, and still haven't adjusted to that change yet. Now, I'm looking down the road for my classes next semester. And of course, it's the most stressful thing ever, so cue the stress. I often wish I could go back to the days when guidance conselors, even though the did it wrong, could arrange a schedule for me. I miss those firefly catching days. I miss my friends, well the good ones. Especially the ones who over the past few years. I don't necesarily miss high school, however I miss the way things were when I was in high school. I miss, most of all, a friend who somehow become a huge part of my life, who I now rarely get to see or talk to. It's hard, especially since he was such a big part of my high school life, that seeing him in college is a rarity. I sometimes wonder if he's forgotton about me, even though deep down, I know he's just busy. I miss my old teachers, and carrying another friend's stuff for him in the hallway. I seriously thought he thought I was a packmule. I miss
However, I did realize something. I myself have changed. I'm no longer as depressed as I was in high school. To be honest, I never felt happier with myself. I try to read the newspaper every day so I have something decent to talk about, and know what's going on in the world around me. I try to read a lot, but sometimes, you know homework gets in the way. I study harder than I ever have in my life, and rarely get sleep. But, I know that once I get through the first year of suckiness, then the rest of the time that I have to come will only get easier.
I also came at peace with myself, and for the first time in my life, I don't compare myself as a fat hippo. I think of myself as imperfect, and damn you people for thinking that I have to be. I'll make mistakes, and then eventually I'll get things right. But I'm young. And I want to live my life as I want to. I don't need your iput nor support. I just need your respect.
Thank you, and good night. Or morning...

Sunday, November 4, 2012


Hey guys!
How did you all make it through the storm?
I first wanted to say that my heart goes out to ALL of the victims of Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy. I pray for you guys and that you all have a fast recovery. I'm posting a link at the bottom of the entry in case ya'll are interested in donating/helping out
Anyways, I also would  like to make an announcement. As some of you know, I'm currently working on NanoWriMo (National Writing Month.) Basically, the point of that is that I'm going to be writing a 50,000 word novel in this month. Between that and school, my time for blogging will be sparse. So please, bear with me in the next month, as I try to kick ass with writing 50,000 and I shall resume blogging normally again in December.
For Information of my NanoWriMo Project:
For Information on helping out hurricane sandy victims: