YAYS

I love my friends. Sure- they all hate each other periodically. They fight and occasionally make up, but at one time or another they were friends with each other, and I was so lucky as to be dragged into the mix to create the screwed up web of people that I am honored to call my friends. It keeps shrinking as I find who are the people that are not just friends, but friends that I enjoy spending my time with. Somehow I am now left with people who seem to draw people to them. ( I hope to posses the same quality) Or maybe it's just me, and that's why I'm their friend.Actually, there's a good possibility that they're mad at me at this very moment for some reason or another. But they are so lucky as to have a friend like me, who may know more than they do.

When you look back on everything- 1/2 the time you can't even remember those fights, those arguments, or if you do- what the fight was over is no longer of relevance and reflecting on it- you realize it was a waste of time that you could have spent enjoying each others company instead arguing.

I know this because one day my dad told me, life is too short to be angry. And I took it to heart. I try to live my life that way. Because life is too short. No matter how many times I wish it were Friday when it's Tuesday- I will wish twice as many times for there to be more days in a week, and more hours in a day.

I always find it interesting to see the things you remember. All the disjointed snippets of memories. I often think- how strange is it to know that one day, I won't remember this moment ever happening. But then there are those bits that you can remember. Some are extremely irrelevant. They are taking up space for the memory of what your teacher was saying the other day about that thing on the test. But even so, I enjoy all my memories

I truly believe that every cloud has a silver lining. Silver may be my favorite color. All the bad things that happen usually do have something good come out of them, one way or another. (for example) I cut off my finger when I was 7. It's one of those snippet memories that I have. That was a terrible day. I just wanted a band aid and for it to be all better- but miserable is memorable, and now I have a story.

For everything that has happened- and everything that will inevitably happen one day or another, I'm happy. It could be so much worse, but it's not and so I'm lucky. ( Wishing someone good luck if they haven't said," wish me luck" will actually make them lucky)

Yes this is all mindless babbling- but you're the one who wanted to read the blog....which is just babbling anyways, so I hope you enjoyed my thoughts today <3

instincts, people!

Sports go against your instincts. I'm pretty sure that when a volleyball is flying at you, your instincts are to step aside, not to lunge for the flying object. So for everyone that isn't a superstar athlete, just know that your instincts are better than those who may excel at sports. If you were left out in the wilderness, you would survive because when a bear came- you would run! instead of sitting and waiting to see if you could beat it. ( ok that's an exaggeration....but it makes sense doesn't it?) There are a few sports that it would be good to excel at, like dodge ball or track. Those ones makes sense, however cruel they may be. But plenty just don't make sense.

The Rainging Tree

We all know that trees are magical, massive, majestic, and monumentous. They hold onto history and preserve the past. But did you know they can also prolong the present?

While walking to school , avoiding the puddles during a brief pause in the rain, I walked under a tree and was hit by a drop on the top of my head. I looked up to see more drops coming down towards me. I thought that it had begun to rain again because I could see the ripples in the puddles, but as I looked farther, no other puddles were disturbed by the rain. It only seemed to be under that tree. As I walked out from under it, the drops stopped. It wasn't raining, but when I looked back I saw that the tree was raining. It was the raining tree, and it was amazing. Officially my new favorite memory.

fireworks

The fireworks were amazing. Set off from the pier....they were perfect. The breeze blew away the smoke and the cold night sky was perfectly clear. Of course giant sparkly explosions in the sky are spectacular, but the finale blew my mind. It was the best yet. When they set off one after another, it had a firecracker effect. I loved it. When I was little it use to scare me. The noise can be powerful. But now it's the best part. During the finale there were so many going off at once that you could feel the noise. Adding to the beautiful visual display, it was accompanied by a sonic boom resonating after each explosion and vibrating in my chest and lingering in my ears. I felt like I had thoroughly experience them by not only seeing them, but hearing them and feeling them as well. Next year will hopefully be even better. ( not a bad picture for a phone camera i think) <3>

So nice i'm evil

Some things just don't make sense. People think I'm a bitch before they meet me. The rumors are terrible. All of them have a bit of truth I'll admit, but they're all completely exaggerated. And I don't care. I don't get mad when people talk abot me behind my back, because I know that it's what friends talk about with other friends. What else do you talk about? Since I do it too, I refuse to be a hypocrite. So I let them....but it gives people the wrong impression. So all my friends started off hating me. Then they get to know me, and see that I'm really nice. I'm so nice that people think I'm a bitch. How irnoic.

SPARKLY

We produce our own sparkles. It's what I've decided. Ever see someone with just one random sparkle on their forehead, nose, chin, or cheek? I just stop and giggle because it's so random. But of course, I am one step ahead of the face sparkle. My hands are always moist. Always have been...and now they make their own glitter! It's not like a little cut out piece of shiny material. It's more like that shiny powder. It's glitter on my palms, and I like it. Whenever I see my shiny palms, it makes me happy. Doesn't everyone wish they made their own sparkles? Well, you just might. <3

I decided

I decided. I decide a lot of things. Once I decide something, as far as I'm concerned, it's true. I have decided that I'm always right. No one believes this....but that's because they're wrong. When you decide, you get the power. Suddenly, you're in control because YOU have decided and now it's what you've decided to do. May be your life, or possibly just what to wear that morning. I like deciding. My ideas are better than everyone else's anyways :)