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.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
# 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!
"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!
Monday, April 25, 2011
#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.
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.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
#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.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
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.
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.
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..
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..
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, April 8, 2011
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 ?
causes the best poetry and literature work.
Why is it the pain I'm feeling does not transfer into w o r d s ?
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
until It Happens to You.
No way to describe it.
I don't know how I'll get through it
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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.
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
- feel good anyway
- smile more
- accept criticism
- take responsibility
- listen&love
- don't hate
- embrace change
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
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