I haven't been writing! Shit. I have to get back to that--tomorrow.

#4 Rant About Anything

I thought I didn't have anything to rant about without getting too upset. My life lately is very chaotic. For instance I can talk about this one girl who's become a bitch. Or I can talk about there not being peace in the world. I can also rant about how boys are stupid...But those are same old, same old, quite expected. Trust me, I have PLENTY to rant about. I can rant for as long as you'd like me to, but I'm sure you don't want to hear it. Without boring anyone I'm going to go with a subject everyone can relate to, without getting way too complicated:

Insensitivity.

The moments where something mean is said (and you're feelings aren't considered) are the worst..even the nicest people can create these moments. Still, I want to touch upon the subject. People say "don't sweat the small stuff." ie: I go on a website to get a song. I want a person to hear it and listen to it because I thought they'd enjoy the song. Instead, they ignore the music and after it finishes they say "Wait, did you expect me to listen to that?"= the small stuff. I find I sweat the small stuff a lot more than the big stuff. The big stuff I can't control. I can't do anything to effect the outcome of the big stuff. The little stuff all adds up and makes a giant pile of anger, not sweat. Actually, maybe sweat from becoming so agitated. Anyways, the mean thing or things said stick in my mind and ring my ears. Even if it isn't a word said, the action being done replays over and over.
 Like, why did you say that to me? How did you think that wouldn't hurt my feelings? Would you like me to do or say that to you? And why can't I get the rude comment/comments/action out of my head now?!? There are so many problems with the interaction between people. Boy, people are sarcastic, rude, and impolite! They think everything is not a big deal, that I would shake off the little incident.
Well Mr./Mrs. let me tell you: Next time you're about to ignore something I say, ignore the effort I put into something for you, say something sarcastic, offensive, or very mean, I hope you slip in my pile of sweat and get a tiny bruise..a reminder that today you did hurt someone's feelings.

# Review Movie/Book/SONG/Anything

I'm going to review a song. Now, I would love to do it on my favorite song "Blackbird" by the Beatles but everyone knows its about black people's rights and its historical and beautiful and all. But I want to do something a little more sassy and would differ in opinion from person to person.

"PRETTY GIRL ROCK" by Keri Hilson

Such a sssassy song. Let me get started. The music video is great; Keri is so graceful in it. The song has a great melody. It's not one of those songs where the computerized beat is made first, and then after the meaningless, degrading lyrics "yep that shit mhm ladies should suck my dick. mhm. YEAH bitches get money" are put in. There are two point of views thought about the lyrics. The lyrics are a little full of it and boasty. Yes, I get that. "All eyes on my when I walk in. No question that this girl's a 10. Don't hate cause I'm beautiful X2. My walk, my talk, the way I dress. It's not my fault so please don' trip. Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful.."
No girl would ever say these obnoxious lines in reality, well at least I hope not. Keri's lyrics do show that girls should be positive and feel great about themselves. And if you do, then why not show it? At least it is unlike the rap songs that make women sound like a piece of meat.


Listen to it. "Pretty Girl Rock" makes girls stop what they are doing, dance in the mirror, practice their facial expressions, laugh, and sing aloud the lyrics "Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful." We know it's ridiculous to say but it certainly does feel nice to say it, since it's in a song us girls will sing it. It's enough for us to participate in a double take at our beauty while looking in the mirror...finally seeing the true, stunning glow that our arms, thighs, eyes, nose, shoulders, lips, feet, neck, and whatever else more there is really do have! I know a lot of girls have self esteem issues and just to get them to say they are beautiful in the first place is a big step to confidence. Plus, when I listen to the constant loop of the melody in my head or if I hear it playing on radio I nod my head in approval and get a boost of perkiness. Maybe even a little surge of wildness, and I smile.


Basically: Girl, you're Pretty, and you better Rock it!

It hurts when someone you love and who is a part of you now lives in a place so far away.

#2 Fan Fiction

I think Fan Fiction should have a different title because no one knows what it means!
Thank you Liz-- it's writing a piece of work about someone else's. Well, I'm going to write one about a clip of someone's life who I know, who was never written about.

This girl is golden, quite the ace of spades.♤ Her eyes are a deep brown that turns a light chestnut color in the glare of the sun. Her beautiful hair is naturally wavy with little angel wing curls on the sides of her part. She hates it, so she puts her hair wet in braids so it dries in a pretty wavy fashion. Her laugh is rich with spirit and warmth. Not the typical ‖string bean‖ type body. Just an 'ol average body with a great soul, which captivates everyone in its illuminating path. You would never expect for the girl to have the history she does. The path she had walked on before the present.

I'm her best friend. She's mine. I've been best friends with her since I moved, from the age ⑤. We tell each other everything and are very open to each other. I thought I knew every single detail about her. Until she told me I would never think a girl like her would have gone through this. Her smile, a thousand m i l e s  w i d e,  appropriately shields the trauma and constant nightmares. Her cousin who was about 14 (she was age ⑧) had raped her whenever he saw her, which was often. She didn't know any better. Thought it was normal until she turned 14 and learned what the game she had played with her cousin was anything but normal.

I would do anything for her. She is one of the best people I have ever met. She doesn't know this, but I look up to her. Even though she is 2 inches higher and a month younger. But really, she is one of my role models. How could she not be?
When it down pores and I'm soaked to the skin,
She is the stream of light ☀
beaming through the array dark clouds. ☁
She is the one nearby holding the umbrella ☂,  keeping you dry.
Girl, you keep me alive. I know you'll be in my life forever. Love you.

#1 Autobiography

I don't want to write my own autobiography because it gives too much away. Plus, many people are wrong about how they are viewed and share facts that aren't true. So right now I'm going to write my own fake autobiography.

Hi. My name is Juliette Sarah. No, I'm not married to Romeo. Yes, my name is not spelled like "Juliet." It's Juliette. My life is far from normal living in a world where everything is the color blue. Stop it--I can hear you commenting that I'm in the Blue Man Group and I'm not on the Dodgers and I will not "Think Blue." You're definitely singing the lyrics "I'm blue dah bah dee, dah bah dah.''  You know I don't have to continue-- if you want to hear be quiet and just listen. I know it's a shocker to the people who live outside this land, but you better believe it. The grass is navy. The sky is a bright royal blue. Don't be scared. We aren't aliens, we're just like you! My hair is federal blue, but my eyes are a different story. The outer rims are a very dark navy, while the inside varies in all different shades and gets as light as powder blue. However, my pupils are a raven black. When you look into anyone's eyes here, there is no hiding what you're feeling and thinking. There is a myth that when you stare into people's eyes you can see their souls, which I believe. People's black pupils are the only thing that is a different color in this land. Back on track, my skin is fairly light, and I hate how everyone makes fun of it. Just because I'm not egyptian blue I do not earn the right to be teased. Oh, my family! I have a brother Jason and a sister Wyatt. Naturally, they are also blue. We live off of eating different types of candy, specifically blue m&ms, and love to splash around in the clear turqouise water in the summertime. You would expect my life to pretty sad since everything is "blue" and all, but my life is amazing. I've got so much to look forward to, and I'm so blessed.

I decided I have don't use a Tumblr because I like to write more than post pictures. I don't want to keep reblogging everyone thoughts. I want to blog MY own thoughts and comments. So here I am-- I took a challenge from Tumblr. I wish people read what I write and commented on it, people who aren't in my life and just enjoy reading what I write.

Art-- Keeps me going

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Happiness Level= 94%

Warning: Soon to wear off in less than an hour.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would.

Nothing I do is good enough for my dad. Am I the only one who feels that way?

Darlin' I'll be yours forever--
'Cause I never wanna be without love.
Now you've captured me.
I surrender happily. 
Never set me free.

The Bare Essentials Eyeshadow Display= A Very Happy Me!

so beautiful.

The one who thought was there for you was never going to be.
The one who you laughed excessively with would soon laugh at you.
The one who you told everything to never actually told you anything.
The one who you thought was completely like me turned out to be the exact opposite.
The one you thought appeared to be innocent and kind was hiding her true identity.
The one who thought was being friendly had a different motive.
She was never going to be there for me.
She would soon laugh at me.
She never told me anything.
She turned out to be horrible and cruel.
She turned out to want my boyfriend.
She was never friendly.
She was my best friend. I trusted her. I really did.

The knife was always in your back pocket,
Waiting for its unveiling.
Becoming so close to me,
Suddenly walking out and bailing.
I thought that was all and I dealt with the hurt,
You came back for the kill.
Me blind from the upcoming pain,
You running with a thrill.
Nature has its ways,
For the backstabber to be shocked.
The knife coldly lies there as proof:
Grief stands at your door and knocked.

Beauty Lies Within the Eye of the Beholder

Life is a job.
My mind works constantly.
If only I got paid for it...

It goes on and on.

Tears, tears. They fall to the floor. Everyone sits in silence, actual words count for more.
The tiger inside of the cage longs to escape, to take her life back to reshape.
Lock and key, the wounds are too deep. Carefully hidden but forever I will keep.
The few that care, their mouths are shut. If announced, the words would be sharp enough to cut.
To cut the souls that triggered my hurt, they imagine their shoes walk upon me, the dirt.
Racing for the finish line, they want to win. But suddenly karma will kick them in the shin.
Stunting their "brilliance" they will fall behind. Laying there helpless, regret beside them they'll find.
Done for now, the play is now over. Drunk with aggravation, I will never be sober.
I am the innocent sea lion that was just eaten alive, the blood leaking from its chest, from life she did thrive.
They keep on fighting but my muscles are sore, the little sea lion slowly washes up onto the shore.

I try so hard to be nice to certain people.
You finally get to a certain point and think: why the FUCK do they deserve to be treaten nice when they treat me like shit?
I'm done. I'm SO done. She wants to be mean...trust me girl, I can get a shit load meaner.
My anger is about to be wild.

YOU can take that FAKE apology and shove it right up your ass.

Oh, and you? DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT YOU? 
Honey, don't even get me started on YOU.
You can ignore me.
You can act like you don't care about me.
You can go hang out with other people.
You can act like we were never friends.
This is stretching it a lot, but you don't even have to say happy birthday to me on my facebook wall.

BUT YOU CAN'T TALK SHIT ABOUT ME.
K A R M A, babe. It's all in the karma..

All the lonely people...where do they all come from?

All the lonely people...where do they all belong?

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Happiness Level = 65%

Still hoping for that day when I'm 100% happy.

Happy Birthday to Me :)

 Honestly, I know someone up there in Heaven is looking out for me.
      I don't care if that sounds really strange.
              I wonder who it is
                   because whoever that person may be, they are doing a fantastic job.
                               ☀Thanks ☀

what is cuter than a baby? the laugh and the yawn? not fair.

All's well that ends,
but Oh well, it's still not over.

All I Can Do Is L E T Y O U G O.

Staying Strong.
Convincing myself I deserve the best.
And if he doesn't want me, 
he isn't the best.

I think this is adorable. Thanks Liz~~

While you're with her now, 

I'll be making bigger & better plans without you.

Does it make you angry to hear "Without You"?

Well it should because

 I'M THE BEST THING YOU EVER HAD.

Did you read that?

Let me make it clearer for you:

I'M THE BEST THING YOU EVER HAD.

Do you not understand what you did was wrong?
That revenge is not the answer?
What goes around comes around and goes around again,
Why are you nervous about it hitting you in the loop?
This time it is going to hit you.
You know why you're scared, you won't admit it.
You know you still love me so do you let me be?
I can't express my love for you at all,
From this I rise up while you think I
fall.
Fall into the deep depths of hurt
looking up at you with dirt on my face.
Extending my hand so far up for you to grab.

"How is that I cry all night,
Yet all you do is smile 
And think everything is all right
How is it that when I look up at you
You can't look me in my eyes
And when ever I want to talk 
All you want to do is make me cry"

Poetry-

They say heartbreak, failure, and sadness
causes the best poetry and literature work.
Why is it the pain I'm feeling does not transfer into w o r d s ?

I don't know how it happens,
why I'm at this point.
No matter the result
I'm
-BIGGER
-BETTER
    and
-STRONG.
Don't watch me fall from your asshole mistake,
Bitch, watch me rise.

Heart Break.

You always hear the phrase "He ripped my heart out" but you can never fully understand it
until It Happens to You.
No way to describe it.
I don't know how I'll get through it

Varsity Dancer: To Be, Or Not To Be. That is the question.

A Small, White Blue-Eyed Kitten.

I want one...but only a small, white blue-eyed kitten who stays really small and cuddles with me. teehee

Names: Acorn, Harmony, Cheddar, Coconut...or something else really strange.

But I got my Waffles. :)

YoU dO tHat ThAnG.

Girl- what you THINKIN'?
Hiding in a big shirt and baggy jeans?
Pulling your hair in a tight pony everyday?
Wearing beat up tennis shoes around school?
Owning a face with no smile or delight?
GIRL- WHAT YOU thinkin'?
Where's your confidence?

Hide that baggy shirt and jeans, be someone who you are.
Pull your hair out of the scrunchy and shake your lion's mane around like you just don't give a ŜĤÍŤ.
Wear your tennis shoes to tennis and buy shoes that you are proud to wear!
Own a ☞℉®i3Ñɖ↓ϒ☜ smile, laugh, and reveal the sparkle in your eye.

BE ŜĚĽF-ÂŜŠÜŔËĎ & ŰŇŜŤÕPPÂBĹÈ.

Because GiRl, you should act like you own the damn place.

To Do List:

- worry less
- feel good anyway
- smile more
- accept criticism
- take responsibility
- listen&love
- don't hate
- embrace change

AdjectivePhrase AdverbPhrase NounPhrase Simple Compound Complex Compound-ComplexWHAT?!?

I wish this could be my background:

Heaven.

Heaven. 

Nonsense:

Tears fall
as life goes on.
The good goes unnoticed
while the bad rips the ground in half,
creating an earthquake that shakes the land awake.
Two minutes pass,
a devastating aftershock.
The left over ruble from the tear
slips through the gaping crack,
everything fading in the deep, unforgiving soul
that is planet earth.
The dinosaurs,
the people,
the plants,
and the crushed
sit lifelessly at the bottom
waiting to be remembered
and longing for tenderness
that was once rightfully theirs.
Tears fall,
but life goes on.

I try my best,
That is the only thing I can do.
If I don't get the spot,
I did not give up, but I did make it through.

terrific...

101.

You are the love of my life,
You are a hero in my eyes.
Happy 101st birthday, Oma.

Sometimes life is easy, and sometimes life is hard.
Whatever it is, do not treat it with smoking pot.

Mission complete.

Just getting out my feelings..the joy of boys.

Caught in between my love for you and our friendship,

Can’t quite be one or the other.

We have serious issues because we were once so close,

When I fell for you, I thought you would just be another.

I ignored, then liked, then loved you,

We talked on the phone for hours and iChatted until 4.

Our relationship is now so complicated,

But god did not open a window for me, he opened a enormous door.

I was so lucky to have you, even if you weren’t my boyfriend,

Being so stubborn I was stupid and didn’t let you be mine.

Even though you begged and begged for me to be your girlfriend,

I did not take these moments in, and soon, as they always do, they all end.

It is awkward now, but I still need you in my life,

I can talk to you about anything.

Right now I need to talk to somebody about you,

My heart sincerely stings.

You do not listen to me although you should,

I realize we are both very stubborn.

But all boys are stupid in general,

Except the one boy who is THE one and true.

Well THAT boy better come out soon because I’m sick of this boy,

He can’t be my best friend or my relationship.

When will I meet YOU, the boy who’s my one and true?

The years I wish I could skip.

I want everything to be all better,

To be put out of the misery it is to be a teen.

But yet you, boy, are the one right now on the scene,

And yet, you, boy, I’m caught in between.

Look

   

Eyes are a powerful part of the soul,

                                                          It allows others to see you as a whole.

                                           The pitch black iris meets the natural colors of the eye,

                            Revealing your true feeling whether it is angry, sorrowful, fearful, or shy.

                                                     The power, the love, the hatred you can tell,

                                          It does not matter if your feelings are hidden in a shell.

                                              The protected thoughts will be exposed and bare,

                                               The raw, unready feelings are out there to share.

                                                      But do not close your eyes and be afraid,

                                            for the guessing game of emotions is always played.

                                                      Remember when you approach a person,

                                                 They will quickly find what they are of search in.

                                       Maybe your eyes give off innocence that demand attention,

                                                Bringing the person an extension of explanation.

                                                          Hopefully the eyes’ courage shines,

                        And the person will create an opinion about you that is once again, refined.

                                             The countless expressions the eye can make alone

                                               Is something each year that is exceptionally grown.

                                                                  Blink once or blink twice,

                                           The important moments you just missed come at a price.

                                         Go ahead and let your eyes laugh and let your eyes cry,

                                 Because these are the experiences in life which no one can buy.

Details in the Fabric:

If it's a broken part, replace it.
If it's a broken arm then brace it.
If it's a broken heart then face it.


Hold your own.

Smile!

"Smiling is infectious,

you catch it like the flu.

When someone smiled at me today

I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,

and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,

then I realized its worth.

A single smile just like mine,

could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.

Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!"

Braces.

"But we just hold our heads up high; 
On orthodontists' chairs we lie, 
For they're the ones who control the rate 
At which our crooked teeth turn straight. 

In mirror dreamily we gaze, 
And eagerly we count the days 
Till we'll display our brand-new bite 
With teeth now back to gleaming white"

...continued by me

The glorious day finally arrives,

The orthodontist controls our lives

We see the old, gross metal in a pile

Take the mirror and see our new smile :)

embrace it because its not going to go away

Rules:

If you never try, you won't get the spot.
If you never submit, you won't be chosen.
If you never think you're going to be the cover on Seventeen Magazine,
How Are You Supposed To Even Believe You'll Get Chosen?

I Really Want To Be An Artist

Sometimes you just have to suck it up and put a smile on your face.

I'm lost.

Another Nursery Rhyme Mishap

"Rain, rain. Go away! Come again another day!"

This my friends, is a vicious cycle. If you tell the rain to go away but come again, the next he comes, you'll repeat the rhyme! You are inviting the rain and then shooing it away over and over again! ..How rude.

Just feeeling the poetry time...

Give what you get,
Love as you love.
Experience what you learn,
Life is rough.
Reverse your turn,
Say your sorrow,
Resist to hold your head in shame,
Life is a game.
Sometimes it will happen,
Buckle your seatbelt.
Other times everything collapses to the ground,
But throughout, the definition of Life is found.
Do not settle for less,
Do not beg for more.
Your voice must be heard aloud,
So breath in and stick out your chest, proud.
Everything is an opinion,
Someone will always hate.
Because of that do not deflate and
Prevent the nonsense to alter your fate.
This time for you might be rough,
Think of it as a game.
The definition will be found,
And Believe Me, It'll Be Profound.

Shaytards

I love the shaytards. Now there's a great family who is a good example for all of us.
Plus, they are hilarious.

Mhm..

A kid getting a Camaro as a reward after getting 3 A's & 1 B one semester?
Alright...

Thinking:

Now thinking is all I have left to do,

I am going to sleep and my focus is on you.

I start to question my confusion.

Why do I hate you and why are you all I need?

Do I only like you in times of greed?

Does flirting mislead?

Does kissing exceed?

Should I leave you alone as a deed?

Will our friendship or relationship succeed?

Am I the only one to take heed?

Are either of us suppose to plead?

Please answer these wonders, indeed.

I only think because right now that is all,

But tomorrow I awake and reply:

“So Boy, is today the day where we rise or fall?’’

I'm in the blogging mood.

BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG....AND BLOG.
But what to blog about?!

Raining..

"It's raining, It's poaring.
 The old man is snoring.
 He went to bed and bumped his head
 And couldn't get up in the morning."

Now, what does the weather have to do with this old man? Is it supposed to set the scene for the rhyme?
Oh, the things we are told when we are little.

Finding a boy, Getting the boy, Keeping the boy, Maintaining the boy, and Liking the boy are so hard.
Why Do We Have To Have It Perfect?

Woah. The rain is seriously crazy today..
I see a giant storm in this city's future!

Rebecca Black.

I know Rebecca Black's song+video is terrible, and everyone knows it.
But I feel so bad for her! Leave the poor bad singer alone..

Want to know something else?

GEOGRAPHY HOMEWORK IS OVERRATED.

Oh, yeah I..tell you something--

Oh, yeah I..tell you something--
I think you'll understand.
When I --say that something:
I Want To Hold Your Hand.
I Want To Hold Your Hand, I Wanna Hold Your Hand.

Now this my friends, Iš ℃∅∅↓

A Blog.

Not sure if I know how to
Do,
Make,
Continue,
Stick To,
Love,
or Write
a Blog..

But Hey, I'm doing it.