I've been experiencing technical difficulties lately.
So it's been a while.
And here I am, stuck at my mom's work at ms. val's desk, with nothing to do.
"Shocking occurences become less shocking when they happen everyday."
Is that why we have become so immune to what was once cultural taboo?
Violence, Language, and Sex getting bolder in movies and music.
Because we've grown immune to it? As if its some sort of medicine we've built up a tolerence to.
Is there anyway to regress, or will things spiral out of control to such an extent that lives become boring because there's no further we can take dirty jokes? What a puzzling possibility.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
My Happiness
This is how I try to live my life:
"HAPPINESS IS FINDING A PENCIL.
PIZZA WITH SAUSAGE
TELLING THE TIME.
HAPPINESS IS LEARNING TO WHISTLE.
TYING YOUR SHOE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.
HAPPINESS IS PLAYING THE DRUM IN YOUR OWN SCHOOL BAND.
AND HAPPINESS IS WALKING HAND IN HAND.
HAPPINESS IS TWO KINDS OF ICE CREAM.
KNOWING A SECRET.
CLIMBING A TREE.
HAPPINESS IS FIVE DIFFERENT CRAYONS.
CATCHING A FIREFLY.
SETTING HIM FREE.
HAPPINESS IS BEING ALONE EVERY NOW AND THEN.
AND HAPPINESS IS COMING HOME AGAIN.
HAPPINESS IS MORNING AND EVENING,
DAY TIME AND NIGHT TIME TOO.
FOR HAPPINESS IS ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ALL
THAT'S LOVED BY YOU.
HAPPINESS IS HAVING A SISTER.
SHARING A SANDWICH.
GETTING ALONG.
HAPPINESS IS SINGING TOGETHER WHEN DAY IS THROUGH,
AND HAPPINESS IS THOSE WHO SING WITH YOU.
HAPPINESS IS MORNING AND EVENING,
DAYTIME AND NIGHTTIME TOO.
FOR HAPPINESS IS ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ALL
THAT'S LOVED BY YOU."
Always appreciate the little things.
No matter what.
It helps me too be a happier person. Nothing is ever completely perfect but loving the little things helps with positivity I think.
Right now I'm going to go love me some dinner though.
"HAPPINESS IS FINDING A PENCIL.
PIZZA WITH SAUSAGE
TELLING THE TIME.
HAPPINESS IS LEARNING TO WHISTLE.
TYING YOUR SHOE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.
HAPPINESS IS PLAYING THE DRUM IN YOUR OWN SCHOOL BAND.
AND HAPPINESS IS WALKING HAND IN HAND.
HAPPINESS IS TWO KINDS OF ICE CREAM.
KNOWING A SECRET.
CLIMBING A TREE.
HAPPINESS IS FIVE DIFFERENT CRAYONS.
CATCHING A FIREFLY.
SETTING HIM FREE.
HAPPINESS IS BEING ALONE EVERY NOW AND THEN.
AND HAPPINESS IS COMING HOME AGAIN.
HAPPINESS IS MORNING AND EVENING,
DAY TIME AND NIGHT TIME TOO.
FOR HAPPINESS IS ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ALL
THAT'S LOVED BY YOU.
HAPPINESS IS HAVING A SISTER.
SHARING A SANDWICH.
GETTING ALONG.
HAPPINESS IS SINGING TOGETHER WHEN DAY IS THROUGH,
AND HAPPINESS IS THOSE WHO SING WITH YOU.
HAPPINESS IS MORNING AND EVENING,
DAYTIME AND NIGHTTIME TOO.
FOR HAPPINESS IS ANYONE AND ANYTHING AT ALL
THAT'S LOVED BY YOU."
Always appreciate the little things.
No matter what.
It helps me too be a happier person. Nothing is ever completely perfect but loving the little things helps with positivity I think.
Right now I'm going to go love me some dinner though.
Let's make a change we won't regret in 20 years
Is that possible?
With a humans option of free will and therefore constant option of error, can we really make a change we won't regret in 20 years?
Today in honor of the election I will do a political post.
As if we had't heard enough about politics.
Maybe I should be president, since it seems like anyone can run.
Maybe no one should be president and the country should be run by council.
I think it's very appropriate that the faces on our currency are our past presidents, because mirroring real life the actual president doesn't do much. It's what the president represents that's really worth something.
After tonight our country's mentality will completely change.
Whether McCain or Obama is elected.
I don't think either would neccessarily a positive change.
I personally prefer Obama, but i'm afraid that if/when he's elected he won't have the guts to make changes that people will hate him for. McCain probably would be able since he's going to die of neurojudochickenitis before people would even know, leaving us with parah salin as our interim.
What a great prospect right?
hah.
So I have no choice but to follow my own advice; at church on sunday we were asked to, in three words, write how had God had worked in our lives that week.
Peace
in Blind
Faith
I will draw my peace about this country's future by putting it entirely in God's hands.
He will always take care of us, and I have faith that he will put who he wants in charge of our country.
What good does it do to worry anyway?
Until the world changes,
Mary
With a humans option of free will and therefore constant option of error, can we really make a change we won't regret in 20 years?
Today in honor of the election I will do a political post.
As if we had't heard enough about politics.
Maybe I should be president, since it seems like anyone can run.
Maybe no one should be president and the country should be run by council.
I think it's very appropriate that the faces on our currency are our past presidents, because mirroring real life the actual president doesn't do much. It's what the president represents that's really worth something.
After tonight our country's mentality will completely change.
Whether McCain or Obama is elected.
I don't think either would neccessarily a positive change.
I personally prefer Obama, but i'm afraid that if/when he's elected he won't have the guts to make changes that people will hate him for. McCain probably would be able since he's going to die of neurojudochickenitis before people would even know, leaving us with parah salin as our interim.
What a great prospect right?
hah.
So I have no choice but to follow my own advice; at church on sunday we were asked to, in three words, write how had God had worked in our lives that week.
Peace
in Blind
Faith
I will draw my peace about this country's future by putting it entirely in God's hands.
He will always take care of us, and I have faith that he will put who he wants in charge of our country.
What good does it do to worry anyway?
Until the world changes,
Mary
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Hello hungry, I'm thirsty
In the least rudely meant way possible, my friends are like day old pizza.
Still good so that you'll eat it, but by the end of it you really just wish you could eat something new instead.
What i'm trying to say I think is that I would like to make some new friends. Alot of them. Right now. Jokes feel not funny and way too over used. People's parents are starting to get annoying to me. I feel like I've lost my commonalities, so everyone seems so much more shallow to me. I wish I didn't feel that way, but I really do.
It was especially apparant tonight for me. I went to a costume party and I hadn't realized how boxed in I felt until I had a chance to be around people who I hadn't seen in a long time. Even making new friends felt like a breath of fresh air for me.
Really.
It seems inescapable though, I have two very different groups of friends but I feel trapped with both. Like i'm split in half by two things that don't actually have much to do with me at all.
I just have to take a breath.
Maybe I need a mental health day.
I'm physically and mentally hungry for new friendships.
Still good so that you'll eat it, but by the end of it you really just wish you could eat something new instead.
What i'm trying to say I think is that I would like to make some new friends. Alot of them. Right now. Jokes feel not funny and way too over used. People's parents are starting to get annoying to me. I feel like I've lost my commonalities, so everyone seems so much more shallow to me. I wish I didn't feel that way, but I really do.
It was especially apparant tonight for me. I went to a costume party and I hadn't realized how boxed in I felt until I had a chance to be around people who I hadn't seen in a long time. Even making new friends felt like a breath of fresh air for me.
Really.
It seems inescapable though, I have two very different groups of friends but I feel trapped with both. Like i'm split in half by two things that don't actually have much to do with me at all.
I just have to take a breath.
Maybe I need a mental health day.
I'm physically and mentally hungry for new friendships.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Open the magazine.
Friendship is exhausting to me.
I just don't understand it really.
Is it a true friendship if you are constantly worrying if the other person still likes you? How do you turn it into a legit one if it's not already? Why should you have to work so hard?
Or are the only true friendships ones you don't have to work at?
The definition of friend is this:
a person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
Well what about the people who I don't trust, but still like and know? Do they fall into some mysterious gray area not unlike purgatory?
Will I ever find out the answers here? Or are my questions just making me think up more questions?
I love the idea of friends, but in reality I have only a few friends in the truest sense of the word. I have a lot of people who I know and so many that I like, but so few that I really honestly trust with everything. People who would ask me a difficult questions or to tell them difficult things and I wouldn't just brush it off with a joke.
Maybe I want to have more true friends than that. I don't know how to just make myself trust people.
Recently I was compared to a magazine. Somebody who you meet and instantly know whether you like her, and everything about her. But then after you've met her you don't need to do much else.
Thanks a ton.
The first part is nice enough, but I want people to want to get to know me. I don't want people to think I put everything out in the open all at once. That is so untrue. I am a free girl don't mistake that, but if people think what you see is all of what you get that is falso.
I would like people to meet me and say "hey, break me off a piece of that kit kat bar."
Is this too much to ask?
"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams Live the life you've always imagined. "
-Henry David Thoreau
I just don't understand it really.
Is it a true friendship if you are constantly worrying if the other person still likes you? How do you turn it into a legit one if it's not already? Why should you have to work so hard?
Or are the only true friendships ones you don't have to work at?
The definition of friend is this:
a person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
Well what about the people who I don't trust, but still like and know? Do they fall into some mysterious gray area not unlike purgatory?
Will I ever find out the answers here? Or are my questions just making me think up more questions?
I love the idea of friends, but in reality I have only a few friends in the truest sense of the word. I have a lot of people who I know and so many that I like, but so few that I really honestly trust with everything. People who would ask me a difficult questions or to tell them difficult things and I wouldn't just brush it off with a joke.
Maybe I want to have more true friends than that. I don't know how to just make myself trust people.
Recently I was compared to a magazine. Somebody who you meet and instantly know whether you like her, and everything about her. But then after you've met her you don't need to do much else.
Thanks a ton.
The first part is nice enough, but I want people to want to get to know me. I don't want people to think I put everything out in the open all at once. That is so untrue. I am a free girl don't mistake that, but if people think what you see is all of what you get that is falso.
I would like people to meet me and say "hey, break me off a piece of that kit kat bar."
Is this too much to ask?
"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams Live the life you've always imagined. "
-Henry David Thoreau
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Hey boo
I'm going to frightfest today to celebrate my friend's birthdays.
I really hope it's scary, because I think everybody needs to be scared once in a while. It does the soul some good. Reminds you that you have something to lose.
I am intimidated by my pants. They are stealing all my personal space and I don't really like it.
Today will make or break these pants fr me; if they survive walking around six flags and all the flailing around, jumping, and dancing I plan to put them through then they will win my affection and I will wear them until they're unwearable. Until then, I will remain claustrophobic inside of them
"We don't need reason, and we don't need logic
Because we've got feelin' and we're damn proud of it."
-Speeding Motorcycle, Yo La Tengo
That's right I have feeling.
And I plan to use them alot today.
I really hope it's scary, because I think everybody needs to be scared once in a while. It does the soul some good. Reminds you that you have something to lose.
I am intimidated by my pants. They are stealing all my personal space and I don't really like it.
Today will make or break these pants fr me; if they survive walking around six flags and all the flailing around, jumping, and dancing I plan to put them through then they will win my affection and I will wear them until they're unwearable. Until then, I will remain claustrophobic inside of them
"We don't need reason, and we don't need logic
Because we've got feelin' and we're damn proud of it."
-Speeding Motorcycle, Yo La Tengo
That's right I have feeling.
And I plan to use them alot today.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Showtime.
It's one of those times of year, when the theater lights up.
Every role in the play seems to say "This is show week,
"by the end I should just move in with all you."
And this song of mine in an eight count on time
Wishes you and yours the same thing, too.
I love theater kids.
You probably don't if you're not one, but just trust me they are wonderful.
Especially christian theater kids.
They are a different breed of people, open, honest, friendly, and very very musical.
So today I have decided to include some lovely and true entries of 'you know you're a theater kid when...' in honor of those who are or soon will be in tech/show week. So, You Know You're a Theater Kid WHEN:
-Your life is empty and meaningless when you don’t have a show.
-There should be a closing night support group.
-The “NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE AUDITORIUM” sign doesn’t apply to you.
-You know the exact location of every fast food restaurant and coffee house within 15 minutes of the theatre.
-If you’re a girl, you’ve been felt up by every other girl in the cast.
-If you're a boy who can act, dance, AND sing, you probably have girls crawling on top of you.
-You belt out songs from whatever show you’re currently obsessed with on the way to class.
-Modesty, personal space, and changing in private have not meant anything to you in years.
-You talk with your hands.
-There are three things in life: Rehearsal, Stress, and Cast Parties.
-You don’t drink or eat dairy.
-You have a program collection.
-You have a face book album for every show.
-You listen to OCRs in the car, and your friends don’t mind.
-You spit out your gum every time you walk into a theatre.
-You know not to bug the stage manager during tech week.
-Febreeze is your friend.
-So help you if you’re the kid who screws up the harmony.
-You know not to touch the headset.
-Or the stage manager’s show bible.
-Or the dance captains choreo notes.
-Or anyone else’s props.
-You’d rather chill at the theatre than at home.
-You get used to not sleeping.
-Or eating.
-You’ve caught yourself accidentally referring to someone in your theatre company as your “sister” or “brother” rather than your friend.
-After the last show you end up with more lipstick on your face then you started with
-You've come to accept that all the eyeliner will never come off your eyelids no matter how hard you scrub.
-You have sticky or hairless places on your neck because the mic tape has pulled it off.
-You know that even rubbing alcohol can't remove the gunk left over from the aforementioned tape.
-You can detect a cold that is days away.
-You know you're a theatre kid when someone says, "Let's start at the very beginning.." and without missing a beat you chime in with "It's a very good place to start."
-As soon as you start rehearsal, you stop putting effort into your appearance. Tech week? Everyone at school asks if your dog died.
-You do not cut or dye your hair, lose weight, gain weight, or change your physical appearance in ANY WAY under penalty of death once cast.
-You are constantly having to explain to your parents that too sick for school and too sick for rehearsal are totally different...the former is "contagious" and the latter is "dead".
The ones in bold are hands down the most true, but they all apply.
Welcome to what some call hell week but I call Love.
Ofcourse, my show week isn't until December but i'm enjoying everyone else's in the mean time.
Today's advice: If you're looking for a substitute family, join a theater company. Because once someone has helped you do a quick change or lent you throat coat and helped you get the mic tape off your hair you may as well just start calling them "my brother/sister."
Just wait until I get to show week.
I will go crazy with love.
I don't really have anything else special to say this time.
Until we meet again.
Every role in the play seems to say "This is show week,
"by the end I should just move in with all you."
And this song of mine in an eight count on time
Wishes you and yours the same thing, too.
I love theater kids.
You probably don't if you're not one, but just trust me they are wonderful.
Especially christian theater kids.
They are a different breed of people, open, honest, friendly, and very very musical.
So today I have decided to include some lovely and true entries of 'you know you're a theater kid when...' in honor of those who are or soon will be in tech/show week. So, You Know You're a Theater Kid WHEN:
-Your life is empty and meaningless when you don’t have a show.
-There should be a closing night support group.
-The “NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE AUDITORIUM” sign doesn’t apply to you.
-You know the exact location of every fast food restaurant and coffee house within 15 minutes of the theatre.
-If you’re a girl, you’ve been felt up by every other girl in the cast.
-If you're a boy who can act, dance, AND sing, you probably have girls crawling on top of you.
-You belt out songs from whatever show you’re currently obsessed with on the way to class.
-Modesty, personal space, and changing in private have not meant anything to you in years.
-You talk with your hands.
-There are three things in life: Rehearsal, Stress, and Cast Parties.
-You don’t drink or eat dairy.
-You have a program collection.
-You have a face book album for every show.
-You listen to OCRs in the car, and your friends don’t mind.
-You spit out your gum every time you walk into a theatre.
-You know not to bug the stage manager during tech week.
-Febreeze is your friend.
-So help you if you’re the kid who screws up the harmony.
-You know not to touch the headset.
-Or the stage manager’s show bible.
-Or the dance captains choreo notes.
-Or anyone else’s props.
-You’d rather chill at the theatre than at home.
-You get used to not sleeping.
-Or eating.
-You’ve caught yourself accidentally referring to someone in your theatre company as your “sister” or “brother” rather than your friend.
-After the last show you end up with more lipstick on your face then you started with
-You've come to accept that all the eyeliner will never come off your eyelids no matter how hard you scrub.
-You have sticky or hairless places on your neck because the mic tape has pulled it off.
-You know that even rubbing alcohol can't remove the gunk left over from the aforementioned tape.
-You can detect a cold that is days away.
-You know you're a theatre kid when someone says, "Let's start at the very beginning.." and without missing a beat you chime in with "It's a very good place to start."
-As soon as you start rehearsal, you stop putting effort into your appearance. Tech week? Everyone at school asks if your dog died.
-You do not cut or dye your hair, lose weight, gain weight, or change your physical appearance in ANY WAY under penalty of death once cast.
-You are constantly having to explain to your parents that too sick for school and too sick for rehearsal are totally different...the former is "contagious" and the latter is "dead".
The ones in bold are hands down the most true, but they all apply.
Welcome to what some call hell week but I call Love.
Ofcourse, my show week isn't until December but i'm enjoying everyone else's in the mean time.
Today's advice: If you're looking for a substitute family, join a theater company. Because once someone has helped you do a quick change or lent you throat coat and helped you get the mic tape off your hair you may as well just start calling them "my brother/sister."
Just wait until I get to show week.
I will go crazy with love.
I don't really have anything else special to say this time.
Until we meet again.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Muses
What is needed so that I may have what I want?
What is wanted so that I may have what I think I need?
Is there a difference?
The line has grayed between the two that's for sure.
I think that you have what you need, and what you want will come too you when you need it.
How does that sound? As Nick used to say, how do you like 'dem apples?
Just a thought, but maybe if as Americans we focused less on greed and what we wanted we'd finally be able to get what we needed.
I don't know what it is we do need, but if we stepped away from our mcdonalds and reality television (what a nice word, it's a shame it's been shortened too tv) for just a couple of seconds, I bet it wouldn't be so hard to figure out.
On a completely seperate note altogether: Being bored is for the boring.
There is absolutely always something you can do.
There's no such thing as the proverbial 'nothing to do.'
That is just a lie.
You could put on a show, make a costume, plant some flowers, just think even.
Unless you are just a boring person (I apologize most deeply if you are) you have no excuse.
Boredom gives you the oppertunity to make something of yourself.
"so needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry."
-Take on Me, A-ha
Do you think lyricists are good at communication?
You can hear a song and the lyrics cut right into your soul --but in real life, persona a persona-- are they strong communicators? When they talk to people do they feel their hearts?
If so I want to be a lyricist so that I can communicate so beautifully.
If not then I think they must be some of the loneliest people in all of the world.
Note to self, find someone who can say this:
"No one I ever knew or have spoken to
Resembles you
This is good or bad, all depending on
My general mood.................
Magistrates who spend their lives
Hiding their mistakes
They look at you and I, and
Envy makes them cry, Envy makes them cry
Forces of containment
They shove their fatfaces into mine
You and I just smile
Because we're thinking the same lines...........
You're not right in the head and nor am I
And this why
This is why I like you, I like you, I like you."
-I like you, Morrissey
To end on a note of comedy, this has been running through my mind all week:
Rod Kimble: [pronouncing the 'wh'] The safe word is "WHiskey."
Kevin Powell: [pronouncing it with a silent 'h'] You mean whiskey?
Rod Kimble: [pronouncing the 'h'] WHat?
Kevin Powell: I just don't understand why you're saying it that way.
Rod Kimble: [pronouncing every W as WH] WHy am I saying WHat *WHat* WHay?
That wasn't the quote I was lookng for. But it's still funny.
Go watch hotrod. And charlie brown christmas, my favorite movie.
Whip it Whip it good.
What is wanted so that I may have what I think I need?
Is there a difference?
The line has grayed between the two that's for sure.
I think that you have what you need, and what you want will come too you when you need it.
How does that sound? As Nick used to say, how do you like 'dem apples?
Just a thought, but maybe if as Americans we focused less on greed and what we wanted we'd finally be able to get what we needed.
I don't know what it is we do need, but if we stepped away from our mcdonalds and reality television (what a nice word, it's a shame it's been shortened too tv) for just a couple of seconds, I bet it wouldn't be so hard to figure out.
On a completely seperate note altogether: Being bored is for the boring.
There is absolutely always something you can do.
There's no such thing as the proverbial 'nothing to do.'
That is just a lie.
You could put on a show, make a costume, plant some flowers, just think even.
Unless you are just a boring person (I apologize most deeply if you are) you have no excuse.
Boredom gives you the oppertunity to make something of yourself.
"so needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry."
-Take on Me, A-ha
Do you think lyricists are good at communication?
You can hear a song and the lyrics cut right into your soul --but in real life, persona a persona-- are they strong communicators? When they talk to people do they feel their hearts?
If so I want to be a lyricist so that I can communicate so beautifully.
If not then I think they must be some of the loneliest people in all of the world.
Note to self, find someone who can say this:
"No one I ever knew or have spoken to
Resembles you
This is good or bad, all depending on
My general mood.................
Magistrates who spend their lives
Hiding their mistakes
They look at you and I, and
Envy makes them cry, Envy makes them cry
Forces of containment
They shove their fatfaces into mine
You and I just smile
Because we're thinking the same lines...........
You're not right in the head and nor am I
And this why
This is why I like you, I like you, I like you."
-I like you, Morrissey
To end on a note of comedy, this has been running through my mind all week:
Rod Kimble: [pronouncing the 'wh'] The safe word is "WHiskey."
Kevin Powell: [pronouncing it with a silent 'h'] You mean whiskey?
Rod Kimble: [pronouncing the 'h'] WHat?
Kevin Powell: I just don't understand why you're saying it that way.
Rod Kimble: [pronouncing every W as WH] WHy am I saying WHat *WHat* WHay?
That wasn't the quote I was lookng for. But it's still funny.
Go watch hotrod. And charlie brown christmas, my favorite movie.
Whip it Whip it good.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
burn baby burn.
"The only people for me are mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like a fabulous yellow roman candle exploding like spiders across the stars."-Jack Kerouac
I have yet to finish a Jack Kerouac book, but after finding this quote I've come to two realizations:
1. I should go to the library tomorrow, get a copy of On The Road, and actually read it this time.
2. There is not enough of the people he describes here left in the world. At least not in Illinois. Is it possible that every teenager striving to be "unique" is having the opposite effect? Is unique the new normal? Or is it one person's unique that has taken over everyone else? There's kids running around with ratted hair and tiny pants thinking they make a statement of individuality and ridiculing those who wear hollister and abercrombie, when all they've done is create a seperate set of clones. You're right guys! It is super cool to smoke outside taco bell and have loud sex in the back of Petey's pontiac! Get a chance at lung cancer, crabs, and shred your vocal chords, how fun for you. Way to show the world how you want to die as soon as possible.
The sparkle seems to have left the building, replaced by a blank stare, lack of respect, and bad work ethic. Ofcourse there is exceptions to every rule. There are people who you meet and just know, you are going to make a difference you will fight all stereotypes. Those people are the ones I want to know. I want the fire and the passion that hurts you it's so strong, I don't understand why people would turn away from that I don't understand how anyone cant resist it.
I will be one of those people who doesn't. I am determined to sparkle through the fog. I will make a difference somewhere. I don't want to be famous, but I have to do something about whats been going on. How else will the weather clear?
I love Magic School Bus. I don't wear pants and I paint. I have never eaten a hamburger and I don't care about the Jonas Brothers. I try to find something beautiful about everyone I meet. I do my best to respect grown ups and I love talking to old people.
I am not trying to destroy your molds or break your boxes --you'll do that on your own--, i'm just choosing not to step into them with you.
"and you don't have to be his girl;
you don't have to be my girl;
you can always be your own girl."
-Be your own girl, The Wallflowers
I have yet to finish a Jack Kerouac book, but after finding this quote I've come to two realizations:
1. I should go to the library tomorrow, get a copy of On The Road, and actually read it this time.
2. There is not enough of the people he describes here left in the world. At least not in Illinois. Is it possible that every teenager striving to be "unique" is having the opposite effect? Is unique the new normal? Or is it one person's unique that has taken over everyone else? There's kids running around with ratted hair and tiny pants thinking they make a statement of individuality and ridiculing those who wear hollister and abercrombie, when all they've done is create a seperate set of clones. You're right guys! It is super cool to smoke outside taco bell and have loud sex in the back of Petey's pontiac! Get a chance at lung cancer, crabs, and shred your vocal chords, how fun for you. Way to show the world how you want to die as soon as possible.
The sparkle seems to have left the building, replaced by a blank stare, lack of respect, and bad work ethic. Ofcourse there is exceptions to every rule. There are people who you meet and just know, you are going to make a difference you will fight all stereotypes. Those people are the ones I want to know. I want the fire and the passion that hurts you it's so strong, I don't understand why people would turn away from that I don't understand how anyone cant resist it.
I will be one of those people who doesn't. I am determined to sparkle through the fog. I will make a difference somewhere. I don't want to be famous, but I have to do something about whats been going on. How else will the weather clear?
I love Magic School Bus. I don't wear pants and I paint. I have never eaten a hamburger and I don't care about the Jonas Brothers. I try to find something beautiful about everyone I meet. I do my best to respect grown ups and I love talking to old people.
I am not trying to destroy your molds or break your boxes --you'll do that on your own--, i'm just choosing not to step into them with you.
"and you don't have to be his girl;
you don't have to be my girl;
you can always be your own girl."
-Be your own girl, The Wallflowers
Melodramatics
I've decided to only make this about passion and madness, because that's what is most important.
Maybe passionately angry.
Mad to live.
I could even be passionate about how indifferent I am to a given subject.
But I guess you already know that because you are also living, even if you maybe aren't fully alive.
Right now I feel mad for colors.
All colors.
Sometimes when I see a color I feel like I just ate a whole pizza, it's that rich and warm and full.
I don't understand how it's possible to feel overfull from looking at a fabric or the grass, but i'm so glad it is because that means that even as they tear fields apart and forests become few there will always be beauty. Even if its artificial.
Maybe passionately angry.
Mad to live.
I could even be passionate about how indifferent I am to a given subject.
But I guess you already know that because you are also living, even if you maybe aren't fully alive.
Right now I feel mad for colors.
All colors.
Sometimes when I see a color I feel like I just ate a whole pizza, it's that rich and warm and full.
I don't understand how it's possible to feel overfull from looking at a fabric or the grass, but i'm so glad it is because that means that even as they tear fields apart and forests become few there will always be beauty. Even if its artificial.
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