Life is like a box of chocolates-You never know what you're going to get. Sometimes it's sweet and sometimes it's bitter.
Life is like a carrot-Usually orange and crunchy, but ALWAYS pointy.
Life is like a Pick Your Adventure story book-It's up to you to make the choices.
Life is like a roller coaster-It has it's high and it's lows, and eventually it's going to end.
Life is like a cup of coffee-It's always worth getting up for.
Life is like LIFE. And that's all there is to it!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Obsession...
It's 10:10pm. I've been typing for most of the day. Say I have no life, call me lazy, pronounce me a hermit, I won't care. I'm having fun.
You may be out partying and socializing, but I bet your fingers are nowhere near as strong as mine. You are probably out site-seeing with some friends, but I don't care. I can make up my own worlds. You might be dealing with real life drama, but that's ok. I can make up my own.
This "blogging" idea was good the first time around, but for some reason it's even better the 2nd time. It's like my brain and my fingers are finally working as one. Yay!
In case you haven't noticed, I'm not very good at writing serious stuff. Even when I try to be serious, it still turns out somewhat goofy! Is it a curse or a talent? I like to think the latter. Maybe I'm just meant to make people shake their heads in wonder, roll their eyes in exasperation, and smile in amusement. Or maybe I'm just meant to write and write and write and I'm just supposed to sit at my computer for 4 hours and see what happens. That could be possible too.
Even as I'm typing, I'm still getting new ideas in my head of what to write. I think I'm going to wait until tomorrow though because I want to read something that's already wrote. It's called Memoirs of a Geisha. It's amazing so far, very interesting and sad. Maybe I'll post a blog about it....
So yeah. I think I'll end this blog with these 3 small words.
I. Am. Obsessed.
You may be out partying and socializing, but I bet your fingers are nowhere near as strong as mine. You are probably out site-seeing with some friends, but I don't care. I can make up my own worlds. You might be dealing with real life drama, but that's ok. I can make up my own.
This "blogging" idea was good the first time around, but for some reason it's even better the 2nd time. It's like my brain and my fingers are finally working as one. Yay!
In case you haven't noticed, I'm not very good at writing serious stuff. Even when I try to be serious, it still turns out somewhat goofy! Is it a curse or a talent? I like to think the latter. Maybe I'm just meant to make people shake their heads in wonder, roll their eyes in exasperation, and smile in amusement. Or maybe I'm just meant to write and write and write and I'm just supposed to sit at my computer for 4 hours and see what happens. That could be possible too.
Even as I'm typing, I'm still getting new ideas in my head of what to write. I think I'm going to wait until tomorrow though because I want to read something that's already wrote. It's called Memoirs of a Geisha. It's amazing so far, very interesting and sad. Maybe I'll post a blog about it....
So yeah. I think I'll end this blog with these 3 small words.
I. Am. Obsessed.
Monday, June 22, 2009
A Blog In Which I Complain
I have decided to write something about myself.
I'm 16 going on 17.
My birthday is almost at the very very very end of the year. It is always cold.
Never, in all of my 16-almost-17-years have I had a pool party on my birthday. I tend to think of this as a crime, an injustice, a horrible misfortune, cruelty at it's worst....you get the picture.
If I were to have a pool party on my birthday, everyone would freeze and most likely die. I'm not even being morbid. It's the dead truth. We would start out in my house, sitting around the heater, and then I would say something like, "Hey, let's go swimming!" Since the people I call my friends each have a good dose of common sense, they would most likely say something back like, "Um, no way José!" Well, since it's my house, my party, and my birthday, I would throw out something like, "Oh yeah? Well it's MY birthday! I'M the birthday girl, so you have to do what I say!" As we all know, your birthday is the only day of the year when you have complete control over life. And since I would probably say that, everyone would probably shrug, and then we'd all take our turns in the bathroom, then we'd walk outside and into the snow. As we would start to shiver, I would walk up onto the frozen pool deck and take a step onto the ice. "Wowie!" I would probably exclaim. "This is going to be SOME pool party!" I would then most likely take 2 steps before I fell flat on my buttocks and scrape up my elbows. Everyone would then start laughing where as I would be trying not to cry. Not because I'd be embarrassed, but because if I were to start bawling, my tears would probably freeze right to my face.
Now you see why having a pool party would be such a pain. If my birthday were celebrated on my half birthday, I'd be in good shape. June 30th is usually hot, muggy, and very sunny. December 30th is always cold, snowy, and very uninviting. I suppose I'll just settle for a heater party instead.
I'm 16 going on 17.
My birthday is almost at the very very very end of the year. It is always cold.
Never, in all of my 16-almost-17-years have I had a pool party on my birthday. I tend to think of this as a crime, an injustice, a horrible misfortune, cruelty at it's worst....you get the picture.
If I were to have a pool party on my birthday, everyone would freeze and most likely die. I'm not even being morbid. It's the dead truth. We would start out in my house, sitting around the heater, and then I would say something like, "Hey, let's go swimming!" Since the people I call my friends each have a good dose of common sense, they would most likely say something back like, "Um, no way José!" Well, since it's my house, my party, and my birthday, I would throw out something like, "Oh yeah? Well it's MY birthday! I'M the birthday girl, so you have to do what I say!" As we all know, your birthday is the only day of the year when you have complete control over life. And since I would probably say that, everyone would probably shrug, and then we'd all take our turns in the bathroom, then we'd walk outside and into the snow. As we would start to shiver, I would walk up onto the frozen pool deck and take a step onto the ice. "Wowie!" I would probably exclaim. "This is going to be SOME pool party!" I would then most likely take 2 steps before I fell flat on my buttocks and scrape up my elbows. Everyone would then start laughing where as I would be trying not to cry. Not because I'd be embarrassed, but because if I were to start bawling, my tears would probably freeze right to my face.
Now you see why having a pool party would be such a pain. If my birthday were celebrated on my half birthday, I'd be in good shape. June 30th is usually hot, muggy, and very sunny. December 30th is always cold, snowy, and very uninviting. I suppose I'll just settle for a heater party instead.
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