Storytime children!

Hello people who actually still read my blog. I figure thats about 0! YAY ME! I am gonna keep on blogging anymore. This is more for me than anyone else really.

Today we're going to talk about the POWER behind WORDS. Ever find yourself in a perfect mood, until someone says one little thing? Ever wonder why your entire self-esteem could be shattered by a mere few people in your past? Well I figure it is because words are some of the most powerful things in the entire universe. I mean, we have them for a reason do we not? Words exist for us to use them. And in some cases, words are there for us to make other people feel like shit. Some words I am at a loss for any ability to understand why they exist. I mean, if you have more than three words to say one evil thing about someone, that is sad. No one should have to be put through that. And yet, I find myself saying horrible things about people daily. I am such a hypocrite.

Continuing on, through most of my life I have been the kid that people picked on. I have been called so many names I am not sure I could even count. And it's weird because I could have been so happy, but one person would come up to me and say something and POOF, I hated life that day. No matter what good things happened, that ONE thing would make me so sad. And even if the rest of my day was amazing, I still felt like crap.

I have been called things that as a kid, I thought that when I got older I could change. I tried. I really did. I got more friends like me, I worked to fit in with them, I tried everything. But still, people persisted.And tehn it got to junior high where everyone learns everything about ruining other's lives. And again, I was a target. You think I'd have learned by then not to talk to people who made me feel like crap. But hey, I was young and naive. I got to grade 9 with a broken heart, trust issues, a newly changed definition of friendship, happiness, and even love. By the time I was in grade 10, I had become the ultimate professional at hiding my feelings.

Words can completely destroy anyone if you work hard enough at it.

You know that saying, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words could never hurt me'? IT LIES. It is wrong. Words may not break bones, but words break hearts. Now that I am a bit more grown up, I have realized there will always be someone saying SOMETHING about you. You just gotta learn to let it go. And if not, you are going to be in for a lifetime of hurt.

I have found a new way to get past it all. I say, hey, if someone's life is so PATHETIC that they have to make fun of you, they obviously aren't worth your time or energy to hate. I don't hate people. I think it is SO much energy to go into negativity it's not even funny. Energy should be put into positive things. Like cupcakes. :) Mm, cupcakes. I must add that to the list. And on that note, storytime is over!

Just Me.

Happy things.

Here is an effort to counter act my previous emo blogs. :P

LIST OF THINGS I LIKE IN THE WORLD!

1. My GF. :)
2. Sunshine.
3. Fuzzy peaches.
4. Reading.
5. Taking pictures of things that I think are pretty.
6. Making my GF blush and giggle like an idiot. She's a cutie.
7. Music.
8. Purple.
9. Roses
10. Other pretty flowers.
11. My best friends.
12. My GF's eyes.
13. Her smile.
14. Her hugs.
15. Her crazyness.
16. Her ability to make me smile.
17. Actually, just her. So we're back to number one.
18. Frogs.
19. Puppies. :)
20. Platypus'
21. Llamas.
22. Ducks.
23. THE BEATLES FTW!
24. PARAMORE.
25. The Oatmeal.
26. Hyperbole and a Half.
27. Grape Fanta.
28. Junk food .
29. Lucky charms.
30. The color yellow (which actually, I used to hate)
31. The ocean
32. Being near water and relaxing
33. Swimming
34. Running. I so need to get back into the habit of that.
35. Kites.
36. MLIA.
37. FAILBOOK.
38. Facebook.
39. Making fun of Twilight.
40. Harry Potter. I'm a nerd.
41. the fact that 3.14 backwards spells pie and that pi is a math term but pie is delicious.
42. The answer to life, the universe, and everything.
43. Unicorns.
44. Llamas with hats.
45. Charlie the unicorn.
46. Cake.
47. Cheesecake.
48. Ice cream cake.
49. Lists.
50. I'll add more later.
51. ONE MORE: Sarah Dessen and HON books. :)
52. Poptarts.
53. Writing.
54. Chalk drawing.
55. Toaster strudels.
56. Summer
57. Spring.
58. Fall.
59. The fact that I am not afraid of love anymore.
60. The fact that I trust someone utterly and completely with everything I have.
61. SKITTLES.
62. Twix
63. TRIX. I wish we could still buy it here.
64. Getting good marks.
65. Being proud of myself.
66. The fact that I can say I am beautiful now, without feeling like I am a horrible person for saying so.
67. Oreos.
68. Chocolate milk. (Never white milk lol)
69. You know, I never actually ever knew what this meant. Haha, I suck.
70.Acting like a kid.
71. Swinging on swingsets.
72. The fact that no matter what my mood is, one talk with her and I feel like nothing could ever go wrong. :) <3

Sex. {Not kidding, not at all}

I thought it might be time for another 'deep' ranty blog. And since everyone I know seems to be thinking about this nowadays, I might as well explain my stand on it. Sooo, get a snack and a beverage, tell your friends to leave you alone.. I am going to talk about sex. :P

OKAY. So. It pisses me off that a lot of young young girls are having sex at like twelve fucking years old. I mean, my sister is only 13, if I found out she was having sex, I would go OFF. Sex nowadays seems to mean so little for everyone, like sex is just something to do when you're bored. It's like you're sitting at home one night really bored so instead of doing something productive you call up some guy you know (or girl) and say "Hey I'm bored, wanna have sex?" And that is perfectly natural. I find that retarded. Especially since there are so many gross things going around involved with sex, like, hm, STDS. And pregnancy. And then there's the decision if you're too young whether or not to keep the baby. IN my opinion, if you're not going to keep the baby, just put it up for adoption. I don't believe in abortion, only for certain circumstances. Like, rape victims and twelve year olds who are poor and whose family will send them into the streets. If you're too young to make a decision about keeping a baby, you're too young to have sex. For me, 16 is the age where sex becomes talkable with partners. Sometimes even later...

Anyway. Sex for me (and maybe I've just been too shy and reserved or been brought up too strictly but I digress...) is like the BIGGEST thing in a relationship.. Besides like, marriage or whatever. For me sex is what happens when you know you are in love, when you trust your partner completely, when you know you will be together forever (or reallllllly long time, whatever) and when you can openly have conversations about those things without feeling awkward or anything. AND even then, that's only if you FEEL ready. And even then, it is kind of scary. I mean, sex is the easy part. It's the physical thing. Even if it's your first time, sex is truly, just sex. The hard part about it is giving yourself so completely to someone else, giving your heart to them, showing how much you love them, giving them the biggest opening to hurt you. That is the scary part.

I mean, you hear it everywhere, sex is appealing, it sells, blah blah blah. It has to be the easy part if everyone is able to talk about it so openly, show it all through the media, and make jokes about it. If people can laugh so much at sex, it is obviously no big deal.

But to give yourself to someone else, that is a dfferent story. Let's put it like this: you are asked to bottle up your entire soul and your feelings for the person and just hand it over. Simple. Easy-peasy. Right?

Wrong. And even if they are willing to give you them, you're still losing a part of you...

Maybe I am too much of a good girl to really get it, or been brought up strictly so now all I think about is how "bad" sex is but I don't know... I just don't see it the same as everyone else. Or maybe more people see it the same way but just don't show it, or just follow the crowd. Either way, this is starting to REALLLY get on my nerves. Not to mention "music" nowadays is FULL of sex and money and drugs and other shit. It's unnerving.

OKAY. I think I am done with my long rant about sex. . . .

Until next time (not ranting about sex next time, just next blog time..)

Just Me.

Why World Peace is Impossible. {At least, Why I THINK So}

I've never really thought about this before, but wouldn't it be cool if people all liked each other? Or maybe at least, is everyone was NICE to each other regardless of whether or not they liked each other. At first, I was like, HELL YES. But, then I thought, I am not sure the world would be able to handle that. I mean, we HAVE to have bad people and rude people. It makes us see the good people, and plus, I am not sure a world without some hate is possible.

Wars are just a fact of life, and people who bully others are also just a fact of life. I am pretty sure world peace is impossible. As much as it might seem to be the best thing for us (and I think we as humans all want some sort of peace) it could never happen. We would never let it become possible. My multimedia teacher said that if we took all the money we spent on war we could feed the entire world many times over. I guess world hunger isn't as important as fighting the latest war and making new technology for it.

But anyway, people can't always be nice. I try to be nice but even I can be a real bitch sometimes. Sometimes, without even noticing I'm being a bitch. It makes my friends mad, so I always try to watch it. But even I know that there are people in life I dislike. I try to give everyone a chance but there are people I cannot under any circumstances tolerate. Obviously, everyone else in the world has people like that. Plus religion and culture get in the way, so people could never really have peace. As much as everyone wishes and tries to make it possible, there will always be conflict. I am pretty sure all good things couldn't exist without any horrible things.

That is why world peace is pretty impossible..

Just Me.