So I have, for the past few months been living with my grandparents. I have to admit it was difficult adjusting to their lifestyles and habits. I'm sure they could say the same about me, but I realized in my studies of their elderly ways that old people, though intimidating and strange, have their leaky spots as well as younger people; all it takes is a little quiet observation to find these things!
Well I had a nice long observation period and now I'm going to share my discoveries with the world! The first thing I ever noticed about old people is that when they get together all they do is brag about what they're doing with their yards, always trying to one up the other old people! It's constant gabble about landscaping and what they're planning next to bring in even more comfort to an already perfected environment, and my favorite characteristic that all old people share is they actually KNOW the professional or even latin name of the stone, bush, rock, gravel, dirt, grass, or tree like it's really important. it never fails to make me laugh!
"Oh well, my pool is really big, one of those square ones. I set the tile myself, it's real RED SAND STONE FLAT ROCK! Real hard to get that in paved tile these days! OH the shrubbary around my porch swing? nice isn't it? it's rare silver lambs ear shrub also called aquaticus lambus brush, and it smells like rosemary. OH yeah! my wife loves it!" haha...old people....
Another realization I have come to is that all old people like to make fun of things just like us young kids! And guess what they make fun of? yep, us! They're constantly taking something that we "youngins" take interest in and gab about it to eachother, it's mostly things they never had or things they don't understand, such as ipods, cell phones, friends, dvds, areosol cans, cd players, laptops, and video games.
"kids these days, so caught up in those colored tv's, those ear buds in their ears, why can't they act like us? hard work and discipline That's what they need!"
"oh I agree Ted! So hard to get anything into these kids that doesn't involve food, music or sex!" Oh Ted, oh Mary, cheer up! We have our world and you yours! can't we just be friends?
the last major thing I noticed is that all old people like to seem like they know everything about...well....everything! and that they're always right!
Old people are full of random facts and thousands of stories that intertwine themselves in with these random facts. Wisdom is what they call it.
"you see that faint light around the moon? that's called earth light, relfection of the sun off the oceans that hits the other side of the moon we can't see! Oh which reminds me of this one time when I was younger where I made these choices and regret this and wish I could go back to that." Old people just want to close that gap between them and us, So here are my tips for when your grandparents, parents, or even the old neighbors come for a visit!
Step one: put away or turn off all electronic devices that might cause a distraction, take the attention away from your conversation, or make a loud and sudden noise, such as cell phones, ipods, video games, the television, radio, small children.....maybe even the blender....
Step two: Have a list of conversation starters they might take interest in! Such as how their yard, garden, or recent remodeling is going! Maybe throw some interesting "facts" about a certain bird or insect that might be good or hazardous to certain plants.
Step three: Listen to their stories! pay attention, ask questions, and nod alot!
When you're elderly leave they will feel appreciated and loved, and perhaps a little more patient with you and your crazy young people syndrome.
I hope these tips are helpfull for you and your elderly!
I will continue my researches, for I know there is still so much to understand about the elderly and so much I can bring to the youth of society! Enjoy and practice these steps with your friends to perfect them before using them on actual elderly.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
ALL GROWN UP! well.....technically......
Wow, it's been like foreve since I've been on my blog. I forgot my password and today on this lovely 2010 day I decided to try and log on and my password was the same as my facebook password! isn't that just lovely?
HA!
I bet you all (my five adoring fans...including myself) were wondering where I went? Of course, so do I!
Anyways it's a new year and I need a hip replacement because I'm so old. LOL... that's not funny. my Grandma is getting one of those.....sorry grandma!
Anyways I was so deprived of my blog this year....well last year, that I made a new one, and now I feel guilty because I just know I am going to neglect one, and it's going to get depressed and do drugs and "party" and get really thin and throw up all the time.....just like Lindsy Lohan. Sigh. I just don't know what I'm going to do. I mean I'll try to love both the same, but I like this one better because I have been with it so long and I'm comfortable with it. Also because I have followers on this one who might actually read what I have to say! HOORAY!
Anyways this is just a post to reassure everyone that I am back on my blogging track! (which means I don't have a life! WOOT!) lolz so it's going to be like party central up in here!
THANK YOU GOODNIGHT!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Too much of a good thing
Well it has officially been a week and a half since I started my new job in Idaho raising potato children! And I've had an epiphany, so I must say to all the mothers out there: YOU are super amazing! Because as much as I love kids, playing and running and screaming and biting (it's all in good fun right?) I'm pooped. I can't imagine doing this full time! I mean I work a lot, but I get away at five or so and I get Fridays off.
And in those days I work I have developed eight bruises, gotten six cuts, one bloody nose, and three sets of teeth imprints on my arms. WEEEEEEEEEE~
I mean kids are so funny, and I love playing with them, but man can they have attitudes; And I think I might blow a gasket if I have to change another kids poopy underwear accident!
But I can't say all the bad things then I'll sound like I'm miserable, and I'm not. When my class of three year olds aren't being crazy, they're really fun! I have heard the best stories about space, and dinosaurs, and adventures that have made me laugh out loud, usually in the kids faces too, but they don't mind. I have also had kids jumping up and down and playing hide and go seek, and kids climbing up and down on me saying that they like me, and force feeding me their awful organic dairy free cheese, or showing me their little babies as they fall out of their tummies, or having little snotty sneezes right in my face followed by a heart filled apology and some high pitched squeals of delight as I slowly wipe off the debree *sigh* this is the life!
I'm not having kids for a long time.
And in those days I work I have developed eight bruises, gotten six cuts, one bloody nose, and three sets of teeth imprints on my arms. WEEEEEEEEEE~
I mean kids are so funny, and I love playing with them, but man can they have attitudes; And I think I might blow a gasket if I have to change another kids poopy underwear accident!
But I can't say all the bad things then I'll sound like I'm miserable, and I'm not. When my class of three year olds aren't being crazy, they're really fun! I have heard the best stories about space, and dinosaurs, and adventures that have made me laugh out loud, usually in the kids faces too, but they don't mind. I have also had kids jumping up and down and playing hide and go seek, and kids climbing up and down on me saying that they like me, and force feeding me their awful organic dairy free cheese, or showing me their little babies as they fall out of their tummies, or having little snotty sneezes right in my face followed by a heart filled apology and some high pitched squeals of delight as I slowly wipe off the debree *sigh* this is the life!
I'm not having kids for a long time.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Secret Ingredients
Okay here's a thinker!
If you were told by some ancient brain, like Gandhi, or Plato, that you were the secret ingredient to life, that every move you made determined the future, how would you react?
Like if you decided that your favorite sandwich was peanut butter and jelly, then you made it for your kids, and they made it for their kids, until the whole future worshiped PB&J's all because of you. And they named cities after you, and PB&J's had monuments build in Egypt, all because you decided that PB&J's were the best thing in sandwich history, what would you do?
My brother says he would make everyone wear top hats on Tuesdays and talk backwards, which I think might be the best reply I've gotten from this question. He would turn abnormalities into the "in thing" of the future, turning differences into a good thing. He's smart for a twelve year old you know, most twelve year olds are weird and hormonal. Ew.
I think I would make everyone wear different colored socks and burst into song randomly, and when it was rainy or windy people would have kite flying races or catch the rain in little cups! We could live like the who's! Yes the Dr.Seuss who's.
I think it would be sweet.
Why does the world look "down upon" people who are different anyway? I think it's sick the way people treat others.....Anyways think about it...you could pick anything in the world that could change!
=D
If you were told by some ancient brain, like Gandhi, or Plato, that you were the secret ingredient to life, that every move you made determined the future, how would you react?
Like if you decided that your favorite sandwich was peanut butter and jelly, then you made it for your kids, and they made it for their kids, until the whole future worshiped PB&J's all because of you. And they named cities after you, and PB&J's had monuments build in Egypt, all because you decided that PB&J's were the best thing in sandwich history, what would you do?
My brother says he would make everyone wear top hats on Tuesdays and talk backwards, which I think might be the best reply I've gotten from this question. He would turn abnormalities into the "in thing" of the future, turning differences into a good thing. He's smart for a twelve year old you know, most twelve year olds are weird and hormonal. Ew.
I think I would make everyone wear different colored socks and burst into song randomly, and when it was rainy or windy people would have kite flying races or catch the rain in little cups! We could live like the who's! Yes the Dr.Seuss who's.
I think it would be sweet.
Why does the world look "down upon" people who are different anyway? I think it's sick the way people treat others.....Anyways think about it...you could pick anything in the world that could change!
=D
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Amazing me!
Well I don't know how, but I'm following my own blog!
Because I rock.
Anyways This blog is to enlighten those of you who stress out, feel lonely, because YOU need a hug!
I know there are alot of those free hugs people who just want your love! Or a family member who doesn't show it, but feels lonely or upset, or for no reason at all, just give a hug.
I find hugs release tension, makes you feel cared for and just plain old happy! Giving hugs is addicting, I can't make it one day without hugging my dad, sister, my pillow, even myself when there's no one around! So whoever you might be next to, who ever, give them a big hug and spread the happiness! Heck hug a tree for all I care, for those of you who are hippies or just old tree huggers, HUGS NOT DRUGS!
the reason why I so passionately write about hugging is because I recently acquired a job, which requires me to move away from my family and friends, I'm excited to be going off on my own, but I'm a little scared too. I've never moved out before and my family won't be there everytime I need them! So while I am here for these next few short days, I'm going to get my fill! And I think that everyone needs to stop every once in a while and realize who they have and just hug them, because you never know when they'll need it, you never know exactly why....but sometimes it's all that matters.
I mean seriously.......what the hell?
Okay This blog might surprise you, it might shock you, it might hunt you down and get you. But it must be done!
Today I'm blogging about probably God's worst creation,the most pointless, freaky thing in the world...
Clowns.
Everything happens for a reason....except for clowns I mean what the hell?!
Who came up with the Idea to dress up in huge pants and scary face make up and chase around small children trying to make them laugh but in all seriousness, scaring the living crap out of them and possibly giving them nightmares forever?!
I was watching this cartoon on Nickelodeon where the mom to this boy hires a clown for his birthday party, but the clown was really like this evil guy come to eat him or something, it was freaking scary man. Which got me to ponder, What would posses a mother to rent a little kids nightmare to come to his or her birthday party??!!
"Hey Timmy, guess who we got for your birthday party! It's Satan! He's going to make you balloons and maybe eat your little five year old soul!"
I mean COME ON! No little kid wants a clown at his birthday party, or even anywhere near him EVER! Have you ever even seen a kid laugh at a clown? I haven't, they always get this expression on their face that says dear god, what have you done? There's no way that's uncle Doug, no way......
that's the devil.
You think they can't tell but they know.
Then I watched a Simpsons episode and it was spot on. It's the episode where Bart is a little kid and Lisa is about to be born, and Homer is trying to get Bart to sleep in a bed so Lisa can have the crib. So he makes him a clown bed. Bart sits in the bed all night rocking back and forth saying, "Can't sleep clown will eat me.." Over and over again.
That's exactly how EVERY kid feels.
So parents stop and think before you go out and get a clown, DON'T. It will save you money, and spare your child nightmares and or irrational fears when they get older. I promise, buy your kid a barbie Jeep, or some Bibi guns,they'll thank you.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Deep fried Peanut butter and Jelly
Have you ever been curious?
It happens to the best of us in the worst of times....anywho today I thought that I needed to do something happy in order to make me well.......happy duh! But I had no clue what I could do in Provo. I don't think anyone can ever have plans really because there's NOTHING to DO here! especially during the day, SO I decided to do what I normally enjoy, eating. I looked into the cupboard and fridge to find something to munch but all I could find was enormous amounts of butter, two eggs, (not AIGS eggs) bread, frozen fish, cat food, tuna, mayo, peanut butter, moldy bagels, chocolate chips, lime Cheetos, And jelly. I did find more but I think you get the idea! The idea being, there wasn't anything good to eat in my fridge and or cupboard.
I wanted something hot, I don't know why but being of the female species I crave strange things and I wanted something HOT! so I got out a pan and weighed my options. Grilled cheese sandwich....yeah. that sounded delicious, but alas the world was out of cheese. =( then I thought PB and J. So I put a bunch of butter on the pan and fried me up a PB and J.
At first I thought I was crazy to actually eat it, I'll just cook it because I'm bored. But it couldn't hurt to try it right?
Now I can tell you now that it was the BEST PB and J I have ever tasted! It's the sandwich of the future!
It was delicious, so now I recommend it to all of you who actually read my blogs, fry yourself up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, because I told you to, and when you don't listen to my command I eat your babies. That's just what happens so yeah!
just thought I'd share that!
until next time I guess, and if you treasure your babies, I'd do it!
Toodles
It happens to the best of us in the worst of times....anywho today I thought that I needed to do something happy in order to make me well.......happy duh! But I had no clue what I could do in Provo. I don't think anyone can ever have plans really because there's NOTHING to DO here! especially during the day, SO I decided to do what I normally enjoy, eating. I looked into the cupboard and fridge to find something to munch but all I could find was enormous amounts of butter, two eggs, (not AIGS eggs) bread, frozen fish, cat food, tuna, mayo, peanut butter, moldy bagels, chocolate chips, lime Cheetos, And jelly. I did find more but I think you get the idea! The idea being, there wasn't anything good to eat in my fridge and or cupboard.
I wanted something hot, I don't know why but being of the female species I crave strange things and I wanted something HOT! so I got out a pan and weighed my options. Grilled cheese sandwich....yeah. that sounded delicious, but alas the world was out of cheese. =( then I thought PB and J. So I put a bunch of butter on the pan and fried me up a PB and J.
At first I thought I was crazy to actually eat it, I'll just cook it because I'm bored. But it couldn't hurt to try it right?
Now I can tell you now that it was the BEST PB and J I have ever tasted! It's the sandwich of the future!
It was delicious, so now I recommend it to all of you who actually read my blogs, fry yourself up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, because I told you to, and when you don't listen to my command I eat your babies. That's just what happens so yeah!
just thought I'd share that!
until next time I guess, and if you treasure your babies, I'd do it!
Toodles
Monday, January 19, 2009
The epideme of Beccaness
Today is a great day for me!
The sun is shiny outside, and that means all the snow is melting, (too slowly, but that's better than not at all....)I woke up early in a dancing mood. So I listened to like twelve Cd's while getting dressed, putting on my make up, eating breakfast, etc.
I couldn't help it!
And I danced to each and every song!
My brother says it's his favorite mood of mine that I randomly have.
^=^
Anyways my dad says it's the epideme of me, which I find to be almost exactly right! I say almost because I like it when I'm singing and dancing like a crazy drunk person, I have the whitest ghetto moves you'll ever see, and my voice cracks like a plumbers butt on a hot day.
Okay that was gross, but you get the picture!
Then of course just like me, I fell asleep before I could accomplish anything useful.
So there it is, the greatness of my day!
And remember, Bolimea, twice the flavor, zero the calories!
BYE!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
White crayons
First off I just want to say, "dfshaklsdjfhasopirugwseifoo."
Secondly I want to add, I totally woke up this afternoon at three!
And now I will start my blog, I need to step into my blogger state of mind.
*deep breath* Okay!
Today I want to comment on the uselessness of white crayons. Or as the Utes here in Utah say "crowns".
Last night before all hell broke loose because of the new years eve festivities, I was coloring a picture for my honey jar friend! I really enjoy writing things to her then adding pictures so she can see how I awesome my stories are when she gets the correct mental image! Anyways I was looking through the crayon box for a black crayon, and started cussing at the box because it held no black crayon. I mean what kind of crayon box possesses no black crayon? A RETARDED ONE is the correct answer.
I know you're probably thinking I was drunk, because everyone gets drunk on new years eve and stars F bombing crayon boxes...but let me assure you I wasn't drunk. It was only six, and new years drinking starts at eleven.
And this was when I realized that in place of the black crayon ( Which I direly needed.) was two white crayons.....that's when I stopped to think, "Why do you even exist little white crayons? You hold no purpose."
I mean have you ever used a white crayon to do anything other than leave secret messages? I haven't.
I think the Crayola company couldn't think of anymore weird colors.....like macaroni. I mean macaroni is orange, it doesn't have it's own color, just a shade of orange. So anyways I bet they couldn't find a color to make the box complete so they thought up the very annoying idea to put in a color that doesn't color. I mean when you color with a white crayon, it doesn't even come out as a whiter white on the paper, IT LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME! I mean if it made a solid bleached white color I might use it, but it doesn't. They should change the color name from white to paper, because that's exactly what it looks like.
Anyways that's what's been pissing me off, now you can share my anger and together we can take over the world! ( well until I over through you....then I can rule the world. )
Woot!
Secondly I want to add, I totally woke up this afternoon at three!
And now I will start my blog, I need to step into my blogger state of mind.
*deep breath* Okay!
Today I want to comment on the uselessness of white crayons. Or as the Utes here in Utah say "crowns".
Last night before all hell broke loose because of the new years eve festivities, I was coloring a picture for my honey jar friend! I really enjoy writing things to her then adding pictures so she can see how I awesome my stories are when she gets the correct mental image! Anyways I was looking through the crayon box for a black crayon, and started cussing at the box because it held no black crayon. I mean what kind of crayon box possesses no black crayon? A RETARDED ONE is the correct answer.
I know you're probably thinking I was drunk, because everyone gets drunk on new years eve and stars F bombing crayon boxes...but let me assure you I wasn't drunk. It was only six, and new years drinking starts at eleven.
And this was when I realized that in place of the black crayon ( Which I direly needed.) was two white crayons.....that's when I stopped to think, "Why do you even exist little white crayons? You hold no purpose."
I mean have you ever used a white crayon to do anything other than leave secret messages? I haven't.
I think the Crayola company couldn't think of anymore weird colors.....like macaroni. I mean macaroni is orange, it doesn't have it's own color, just a shade of orange. So anyways I bet they couldn't find a color to make the box complete so they thought up the very annoying idea to put in a color that doesn't color. I mean when you color with a white crayon, it doesn't even come out as a whiter white on the paper, IT LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME! I mean if it made a solid bleached white color I might use it, but it doesn't. They should change the color name from white to paper, because that's exactly what it looks like.
Anyways that's what's been pissing me off, now you can share my anger and together we can take over the world! ( well until I over through you....then I can rule the world. )
Woot!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Small purple ninja's
Late Merry Christmas!
I've decided to go into the everlasting argument sweeping the nation!
Are ninja's real and are they better than Pirates?
Well I am here to answer this question!
Inspiring and decisive, I am the best person TO answer this imprtant minnd boggling question!
I am a proud supporter of both ninja's and Pirates, so I can argue either side, so lets start with the first question. The answer is yes, ninja's are real. They are mostly the people you would expect them to be ninja's. Like the old cat lady everyone knows and loves, or the lonely bachelor with thte huge house, tons of money and time on their hands, Batman, and of course......me.
I recived a small purple ninja for Christmas from my dear friend the Bar of soap. It was magnificent and apporpriate. Anyways I use it for practicing my mad ninja skills.
But Pirates those guys are pretty sweet too, I mean sure you can't jump from out of the shadows and star someone in the head, but you do get to swing from ropes, fight giant squids, pillage and plunder, wear eye patches, get drunk almost every night... I mean a pirates life is more than it seems!
So if I were to pick between riding off with my mates, boose, and gold, or jumping off buildings, asassanating people in their sleep, and appearing out of no where I'd have to pick a ninja/pirate and do all of those wonderful, things!
So all of you morons out there that fight about which is better.....just choose the better choice and say to your friends, " Yeah I'd be a cross breed between ninja and pirate so I get ALL the goodies."
Then walk off with attitude that says, that's right you better watch your back and lock up your family. Because I rock.
Then run up a wall and kick someones head off screaming ARG! That'll get your point across real nicely!
I rock.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Evil cackle
You know, not alot of people can give a convincing evil cackle.
I've heard some pretty evil cackles in my day, but others are just ridicules!
I mean come on people! If you are going to claim to have a sincerely evil cackle practice it a bit. Make sure it's bone chilling, so evil you'd make Satan say, "sheesh. I thought my cackle was evil, but that guy.....that was just frightening!"
And he'd have to say it with that annoying gay man lisp too.
So evil you make Satan gay!
Sadly not everyone has the evil gene. They are usually the ones that seem evil, and claim to be pretty maniacal but in reality are just huge tards.
I hate those people.
They always tend to piss me off the most. ( yes, even more than fat people do. )
I should explain my "dislike" for fat people before all you fatties take offense.
Okay I admit sometimes it's just in your DNA to be fat, both your parents have unfortunate figures, what are you going to do?
But the rest of you.......you just piss me off. You whine about how you're fat and you eat more! It was YOUR choice to eat your feelings and relatives, so don't piss off the rest of us with your choice. I don't go around pissing and moaning at everyone saying, " I would but I'm just to obnoxious! Sure I chose to be obnoxious today, but I'm going to blame you." Or a gay guy, they don't go around crying to the world they hate having to wear tights. Again their choice.
Anyways back to cackles.
Cackles define the very core of your evilness, so please, PLEASE! If you are going to have an evil cackle make sure it's EVIL!
Evil as in eating babies, Evil as in stealing food from the homeless, Evil as in taking drugs from an addict and replacing them with candy.
Thank you.
stay evil.
I've heard some pretty evil cackles in my day, but others are just ridicules!
I mean come on people! If you are going to claim to have a sincerely evil cackle practice it a bit. Make sure it's bone chilling, so evil you'd make Satan say, "sheesh. I thought my cackle was evil, but that guy.....that was just frightening!"
And he'd have to say it with that annoying gay man lisp too.
So evil you make Satan gay!
Sadly not everyone has the evil gene. They are usually the ones that seem evil, and claim to be pretty maniacal but in reality are just huge tards.
I hate those people.
They always tend to piss me off the most. ( yes, even more than fat people do. )
I should explain my "dislike" for fat people before all you fatties take offense.
Okay I admit sometimes it's just in your DNA to be fat, both your parents have unfortunate figures, what are you going to do?
But the rest of you.......you just piss me off. You whine about how you're fat and you eat more! It was YOUR choice to eat your feelings and relatives, so don't piss off the rest of us with your choice. I don't go around pissing and moaning at everyone saying, " I would but I'm just to obnoxious! Sure I chose to be obnoxious today, but I'm going to blame you." Or a gay guy, they don't go around crying to the world they hate having to wear tights. Again their choice.
Anyways back to cackles.
Cackles define the very core of your evilness, so please, PLEASE! If you are going to have an evil cackle make sure it's EVIL!
Evil as in eating babies, Evil as in stealing food from the homeless, Evil as in taking drugs from an addict and replacing them with candy.
Thank you.
stay evil.
A Honeyless safety pin
Well it has happened!
My dear sweet honey jar has just taken an airplane to her hispanic terrain in chile.
This Aimee, is a shout out to you!
As you know I'm a hopeless case when it comes to family, friends, people in gerneral.
For some reason I just don't like people unless they posess some sort of awesome quality. And now I have no Aimee to sheild me from the stupidity of mankind. But it's not the end of the world. ( no not even in 2012. ) I'll just have to take on the world until you get back, either that or go back into my lazy home bum stage, which I never really got out of, it'll just be a more "hardcore" version!
Most of my time is now focused on the little white binder I have just for you~ I'm filling it with something or another everyday, and it's going to be so fat you'll have to get a ladder just to read it's guts out. ^_^
The snow is still falling, and will until you return, So I see you as my own little peice of spring! (I know, I'm so poetic and rommantic!) But seriously I'll always be waiting for you to come back and tell me I'm beautiful, and make me realize that I'm the best person the world posseses, and that united we dominate man, beast, and every super powered "hero" and villan! ( yes even Ironman. )
I miss you alot my honey, and I can't wait for you to come back!
( blush! ) Have a wink ;)
See you on the flipside babay!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!
My dear sweet honey jar has just taken an airplane to her hispanic terrain in chile.
This Aimee, is a shout out to you!
As you know I'm a hopeless case when it comes to family, friends, people in gerneral.
For some reason I just don't like people unless they posess some sort of awesome quality. And now I have no Aimee to sheild me from the stupidity of mankind. But it's not the end of the world. ( no not even in 2012. ) I'll just have to take on the world until you get back, either that or go back into my lazy home bum stage, which I never really got out of, it'll just be a more "hardcore" version!
Most of my time is now focused on the little white binder I have just for you~ I'm filling it with something or another everyday, and it's going to be so fat you'll have to get a ladder just to read it's guts out. ^_^
The snow is still falling, and will until you return, So I see you as my own little peice of spring! (I know, I'm so poetic and rommantic!) But seriously I'll always be waiting for you to come back and tell me I'm beautiful, and make me realize that I'm the best person the world posseses, and that united we dominate man, beast, and every super powered "hero" and villan! ( yes even Ironman. )
I miss you alot my honey, and I can't wait for you to come back!
( blush! ) Have a wink ;)
See you on the flipside babay!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
One exciting night with my family and.........Frank.
Once upon a time there was a me.
I was having a crappy day, because I had to wake up early. Well to make my life more horrid it starts snowing. Blech.
My mom dares to address me while in my current mood to invite me to a little Christmas ritual gathering with my extended family.
I very much dislike those, so I invite my very good friend, or more like my boyfriend, ( I don't think I'm aloud to tell you what his name was so we'll call him.....Frank. )
So frank is pretty much excited about spending time with my family. Who wouldn't be?!
And we have this lovely ride in my parents car for an hour before!
Once we get to my aunts house we book it down stairs to avoid the awkwardness, of course why should I let Frank go live life unawkwardly? So I sick my demons on him.
He has a pleasant little rip on the bottom of his pants and I tell my cousins to rip it a little more to freak him out. You know to be a funny.
And my darling brother Torin get's a hold of this knowledge. ( big mistake.)
the second Frank stands up my brother rips his pants down to his ankles. The whole back of his pants were on the floor, and Frank went bright red.
I think it was my favorite night for the rest of my life.
The end
hehehehe!
( insert my evil cackle. )
I was having a crappy day, because I had to wake up early. Well to make my life more horrid it starts snowing. Blech.
My mom dares to address me while in my current mood to invite me to a little Christmas ritual gathering with my extended family.
I very much dislike those, so I invite my very good friend, or more like my boyfriend, ( I don't think I'm aloud to tell you what his name was so we'll call him.....Frank. )
So frank is pretty much excited about spending time with my family. Who wouldn't be?!
And we have this lovely ride in my parents car for an hour before!
Once we get to my aunts house we book it down stairs to avoid the awkwardness, of course why should I let Frank go live life unawkwardly? So I sick my demons on him.
He has a pleasant little rip on the bottom of his pants and I tell my cousins to rip it a little more to freak him out. You know to be a funny.
And my darling brother Torin get's a hold of this knowledge. ( big mistake.)
the second Frank stands up my brother rips his pants down to his ankles. The whole back of his pants were on the floor, and Frank went bright red.
I think it was my favorite night for the rest of my life.
The end
hehehehe!
( insert my evil cackle. )
Sunday, December 21, 2008
The Almost Death of Two Crazy Beans
Okay, so this is a story of me and my sister Jessie.
It is a true story so those with weak constitution may want to get a life.
Last night was like most nights at my house, boring. So I doddle into my room to listen to music and do some midwinter cleaning! ( My favorite! )
My sister had just gotten home and decided to come in to visit with me, laugh, have a jolly old time like sisters do! So we start being obnoxious and talking about Christmas presents.
I was in a pickle. I had drawn the name of my little brother Danny, and Danny is very hard to pick a gift for, I don't really know why he just is!
So we get some monies and decide we're not coming back until we have a grand gift for him. It gets dark, and we start playing my ghetto, bootilicious music and dancing like only two white girls can, ridiculously amazing. When I start to notice that my sister had turned into the wrong side of the road. Literally! There were cars coming strait at us!
It's Christmas shopping time, when I mean cars coming I mean a billion cars!
My darling sister just sits in the turn lane as all of these cars are headed for us, she says, "I wonder how far we can go?" I just look at her and scream at the top of my lungs, " FLIP! FLIP!"
A little light bulb sparks above my sisters head, and she flips the car around just in time. I'm in shock at this sudden near death experience, I look over to meet my sisters eyes and she starts laughing. No not just laughing, she was laughing hysterically like some huge fat guy broke a chair.
And she says, "That was a good idea! I was thinking I was going to keep driving, or drive over the median to the other side of the road!"
She kept laughing and I just sat there.
I mean yeah! The roads were slick, we were safe right?
Of course! No one was going to freak out, hit the breaks and come screeching into us!
nah.
It is a true story so those with weak constitution may want to get a life.
Last night was like most nights at my house, boring. So I doddle into my room to listen to music and do some midwinter cleaning! ( My favorite! )
My sister had just gotten home and decided to come in to visit with me, laugh, have a jolly old time like sisters do! So we start being obnoxious and talking about Christmas presents.
I was in a pickle. I had drawn the name of my little brother Danny, and Danny is very hard to pick a gift for, I don't really know why he just is!
So we get some monies and decide we're not coming back until we have a grand gift for him. It gets dark, and we start playing my ghetto, bootilicious music and dancing like only two white girls can, ridiculously amazing. When I start to notice that my sister had turned into the wrong side of the road. Literally! There were cars coming strait at us!
It's Christmas shopping time, when I mean cars coming I mean a billion cars!
My darling sister just sits in the turn lane as all of these cars are headed for us, she says, "I wonder how far we can go?" I just look at her and scream at the top of my lungs, " FLIP! FLIP!"
A little light bulb sparks above my sisters head, and she flips the car around just in time. I'm in shock at this sudden near death experience, I look over to meet my sisters eyes and she starts laughing. No not just laughing, she was laughing hysterically like some huge fat guy broke a chair.
And she says, "That was a good idea! I was thinking I was going to keep driving, or drive over the median to the other side of the road!"
She kept laughing and I just sat there.
I mean yeah! The roads were slick, we were safe right?
Of course! No one was going to freak out, hit the breaks and come screeching into us!
nah.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
My awesomeness.
I just want to say, I'm awesome.
Most people like to think themselves as awesome, but you're not.
I am awesome.
Why am I just so awesome?
I think I'll tell you, but be warned, because my awesomeness is not to be attempted by people who are just not me.
( especially if you are NOT awesome. )
Okay here we go
The reasons as to why I, Becca, am so awesome.
Beginning the list will be reason number one, because one is usually the best place to start.
1. I have two different colored eyes!
Try that if you can with out the assistance of colored contacts.
2. I can make up the sweetest of bedtime stories. Just ask my little sister!
3. I can admit I make up sweet bedtime stories!
4. I can eat raw fish with a smile on my face!
5. I can survive a wild Banshee attack.
6. I am always upbeat, even in a bad mood!
7. I play the emu.
8. I caught a wild shark, ( not a tame one ) with my bare teeth.
9. I like to sing at the top of my lungs until they blow up.
10. I can regrow my lungs.
11. I make an unusual companion when bathing.
12. I can eat a whole wheel of Gouda cheese with out getting constipated!
13. I can use the F word in almost any setting.
14. I can cheer up the most bitchy of gold fish.
15. I love to dance naked in the rain!
16. I do wicked imitations of food.
17. I tend to entertain without meaning to.
18. I can think of these reasons without thinking!
19. I hate the taste of puke.
20. I can make music come out of the most unsightly places on my body!
21. Smiling makes me laugh.
22. I can't eat spaghetti without thinking of eating worms.
23. I don't agree with the world.
24. Moose.
25. everyone wants to be me. Or next to me....close enough.
27. I don't need a twenty sixth reason.
28. My toes are nuns.
29. Jesus is my home dog.
30. You read all the reasons above I just gave you.
31. I have purple hair.
32. I almost had dread locks.
33. I can carve a mean turkey.
34. I smell INCREDIBLE!
35. stoopid people make my day.
36. I am batman.
37. some people get me confused with Chewbaka.
38. I watch neg's urban sports.
39. My favorite number is 69.
39. I am going to steal a handicaps prosthetic leg.
40. I have two thirty nines.
So yeah I'm just that awesome.
Most people like to think themselves as awesome, but you're not.
I am awesome.
Why am I just so awesome?
I think I'll tell you, but be warned, because my awesomeness is not to be attempted by people who are just not me.
( especially if you are NOT awesome. )
Okay here we go
The reasons as to why I, Becca, am so awesome.
Beginning the list will be reason number one, because one is usually the best place to start.
1. I have two different colored eyes!
Try that if you can with out the assistance of colored contacts.
2. I can make up the sweetest of bedtime stories. Just ask my little sister!
3. I can admit I make up sweet bedtime stories!
4. I can eat raw fish with a smile on my face!
5. I can survive a wild Banshee attack.
6. I am always upbeat, even in a bad mood!
7. I play the emu.
8. I caught a wild shark, ( not a tame one ) with my bare teeth.
9. I like to sing at the top of my lungs until they blow up.
10. I can regrow my lungs.
11. I make an unusual companion when bathing.
12. I can eat a whole wheel of Gouda cheese with out getting constipated!
13. I can use the F word in almost any setting.
14. I can cheer up the most bitchy of gold fish.
15. I love to dance naked in the rain!
16. I do wicked imitations of food.
17. I tend to entertain without meaning to.
18. I can think of these reasons without thinking!
19. I hate the taste of puke.
20. I can make music come out of the most unsightly places on my body!
21. Smiling makes me laugh.
22. I can't eat spaghetti without thinking of eating worms.
23. I don't agree with the world.
24. Moose.
25. everyone wants to be me. Or next to me....close enough.
27. I don't need a twenty sixth reason.
28. My toes are nuns.
29. Jesus is my home dog.
30. You read all the reasons above I just gave you.
31. I have purple hair.
32. I almost had dread locks.
33. I can carve a mean turkey.
34. I smell INCREDIBLE!
35. stoopid people make my day.
36. I am batman.
37. some people get me confused with Chewbaka.
38. I watch neg's urban sports.
39. My favorite number is 69.
39. I am going to steal a handicaps prosthetic leg.
40. I have two thirty nines.
So yeah I'm just that awesome.
The sluggish feeling of nothing and everything
Have you ever been alone, and it was exactly what you wanted?
You get a choice between having company or not and you choose to be all alone. You think, "hey wouldn't it be nice to just have a day to do nothing all by myself?"
You tell everyone you just need your quiet time and you'll be fine if they went out to enjoy whatever they want to enjoy. Then after about thirty minutes of quiet you start thinking, " geese, no one's going to come up and surprise me with their company! They thought I was serious! Well that was a mistake."
You get restless and you do everything that can be done in your house and now you're going crazy screaming, "WHY DID I SAY THAT?! WHY DIDN'T I JUST GO?!" and you still have like three hours left. You start watching the cars out the window hoping it's someone you know well enough to run at, " hey HEY you know me! Come in....what? oh who cares your grandma can wait forty more minutes, the doctors won't move her! She's not going anywhere. Come in! I'll make you tea."
Yeah you're so desperate you offer them tea. Once you convince them to stay you start getting annoyed at them for being there. Why did you invite them? Dang! This person is really starting to suck! Now you just get pissed off, you say, "well it was nice of you to drop by but I think your grandma is dying. Maybe you should go help her die. No no I just want to be alone. No it's okay I really just want a day to myself. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!" of course they tell everyone not to visit because they'll just piss you off and the fact they do that just starts to pissing you off! They leave you to help their grandma and left you all alone in a house where you've done everything entertaining, so there's nothing left to do but to call people. You give your other friends a call they all say, "oh I'm busy, and besides Carol told me you were a little moody today. Yeah you kicked her out screaming she was a bad person for not going strait to the hospital. Her grandma was dying and she wasn't going to rest until she saw you." And you say, " oh please. you know....no one likes Carol anyways! I mean who does? You know I like you! Come on!" After they promise to come over you start looking for an excuse to get out of it. you think "damn, that was a mistake. Now I have to entertain, I should have known." you start pacing, you think maybe if you start doing stuff they'll see you're busy and leave. You bake something, with your music up so loud your neighbors think, "Uh honey, we should go out tonight. I have a feeling the girl next door is in the alone syndrome stage! Let's go see a movie, then go out to eat, then go bowling!" They want out, because they know what's coming next.
After you invite all your friends over and everyone but you is having a goodtime, you start to get easily annoyed by everything they do and say until you blow up and start fights.Everyone is screaming at each other and you can't take it, " ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE ALONE! EVERYONE GET OUT!" everyone leaves and you lay down on your bed to think why you feel so bipolar, when finally you fall asleep.
When you wake up you realize, " hey that was what I needed! I nap!"
why didn't you think that one up before you made everyone crazy? it was so simple!
So if you need a day to yourself and nothing is working, sleep! Because the world will be grateful for it! And the world will be much sweeter when you wake.
You get a choice between having company or not and you choose to be all alone. You think, "hey wouldn't it be nice to just have a day to do nothing all by myself?"
You tell everyone you just need your quiet time and you'll be fine if they went out to enjoy whatever they want to enjoy. Then after about thirty minutes of quiet you start thinking, " geese, no one's going to come up and surprise me with their company! They thought I was serious! Well that was a mistake."
You get restless and you do everything that can be done in your house and now you're going crazy screaming, "WHY DID I SAY THAT?! WHY DIDN'T I JUST GO?!" and you still have like three hours left. You start watching the cars out the window hoping it's someone you know well enough to run at, " hey HEY you know me! Come in....what? oh who cares your grandma can wait forty more minutes, the doctors won't move her! She's not going anywhere. Come in! I'll make you tea."
Yeah you're so desperate you offer them tea. Once you convince them to stay you start getting annoyed at them for being there. Why did you invite them? Dang! This person is really starting to suck! Now you just get pissed off, you say, "well it was nice of you to drop by but I think your grandma is dying. Maybe you should go help her die. No no I just want to be alone. No it's okay I really just want a day to myself. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!" of course they tell everyone not to visit because they'll just piss you off and the fact they do that just starts to pissing you off! They leave you to help their grandma and left you all alone in a house where you've done everything entertaining, so there's nothing left to do but to call people. You give your other friends a call they all say, "oh I'm busy, and besides Carol told me you were a little moody today. Yeah you kicked her out screaming she was a bad person for not going strait to the hospital. Her grandma was dying and she wasn't going to rest until she saw you." And you say, " oh please. you know....no one likes Carol anyways! I mean who does? You know I like you! Come on!" After they promise to come over you start looking for an excuse to get out of it. you think "damn, that was a mistake. Now I have to entertain, I should have known." you start pacing, you think maybe if you start doing stuff they'll see you're busy and leave. You bake something, with your music up so loud your neighbors think, "Uh honey, we should go out tonight. I have a feeling the girl next door is in the alone syndrome stage! Let's go see a movie, then go out to eat, then go bowling!" They want out, because they know what's coming next.
After you invite all your friends over and everyone but you is having a goodtime, you start to get easily annoyed by everything they do and say until you blow up and start fights.Everyone is screaming at each other and you can't take it, " ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE ALONE! EVERYONE GET OUT!" everyone leaves and you lay down on your bed to think why you feel so bipolar, when finally you fall asleep.
When you wake up you realize, " hey that was what I needed! I nap!"
why didn't you think that one up before you made everyone crazy? it was so simple!
So if you need a day to yourself and nothing is working, sleep! Because the world will be grateful for it! And the world will be much sweeter when you wake.
The dull point
sometimes I just like to say that it's not fair.
I can't snowboard for my life, not fair.
I can't find the best place to go when I'm bored of inside, not fair.
We aren't friends they are, not fair.
I find the fact I have troubles opening up the way others do to complete strangers just not fair. I mean I can blog to how many strangers out there who read this, but that's mostly because we're not face to face.
And I don't have many strangers who read my blogs,
I really just don't have alot of people who read my blogs period!
ANYWAY!
I feel dull, colorless, lame, boring. Like a butter knife feels when it's compared to a steak knife.
I mean the butter knife isn't a bad knife, it can cut through anything with some work, but it's mostly used to spread butter, jam , cream cheese, ect. Steak knifes are exciting, dangerous, extreme! Why can't I be more like a steak knife?
It's gay.
I mean lot's of people can feel this way some of the time, like they're not being fun, like they're kind of non existent when they're around a certain group of people, but that's mostly because everyone feels like that when they first meet someone, even if they're hilarious and bubbly and out there. After an hour of doing something they warm up and start to click! I am always awkward around someone, unless I am already warmed up with the pressance of a really close friend, and even then I can still be a crumb.
Think of it this way, which would you choose?
A chunk of jello, a block of Swiss cheese, pumpkin pie, or a glass of water?
Obviously one of the fun sounding and interesting ones. Not water, it's ordinary. I mean sure it's pretty good when you're thirsty, but I mean just for looks, not alot of people would actually choose water.
I am that glass of water....usually.
Sometimes I can be Jello or Kool aid or something,
I think it's a disease.
I can't snowboard for my life, not fair.
I can't find the best place to go when I'm bored of inside, not fair.
We aren't friends they are, not fair.
I find the fact I have troubles opening up the way others do to complete strangers just not fair. I mean I can blog to how many strangers out there who read this, but that's mostly because we're not face to face.
And I don't have many strangers who read my blogs,
I really just don't have alot of people who read my blogs period!
ANYWAY!
I feel dull, colorless, lame, boring. Like a butter knife feels when it's compared to a steak knife.
I mean the butter knife isn't a bad knife, it can cut through anything with some work, but it's mostly used to spread butter, jam , cream cheese, ect. Steak knifes are exciting, dangerous, extreme! Why can't I be more like a steak knife?
It's gay.
I mean lot's of people can feel this way some of the time, like they're not being fun, like they're kind of non existent when they're around a certain group of people, but that's mostly because everyone feels like that when they first meet someone, even if they're hilarious and bubbly and out there. After an hour of doing something they warm up and start to click! I am always awkward around someone, unless I am already warmed up with the pressance of a really close friend, and even then I can still be a crumb.
Think of it this way, which would you choose?
A chunk of jello, a block of Swiss cheese, pumpkin pie, or a glass of water?
Obviously one of the fun sounding and interesting ones. Not water, it's ordinary. I mean sure it's pretty good when you're thirsty, but I mean just for looks, not alot of people would actually choose water.
I am that glass of water....usually.
Sometimes I can be Jello or Kool aid or something,
I think it's a disease.
Chocolate needs
Why do women need chocolate?
Simple question. I mean women are always saying to each other,"What I would give right now for some chocolate! Do you need it too? Let's take a chocolate break!" then you have the whole group yelling CHOCOLATE BREAK LET'S GO!
Sometimes I think it's bullshit.
Other times I think it's just Satan whispering into our ears, "psst! hey you! You know what would make you feel better? Chocolate. What? you don't feel bad? Well you are a selfish, whiny, angry person who takes it out on everyone else. Now that you feel like crap, go buy yourself twenty pounds of chocolate and gorge yourself."
I know what all you men are thinking right now too, you're thinking, " Whatever! Women just use it as an excuse to eat as much sugary treats they want....they don't NEED it."
And I just want to say to all you men right now, sure it sounds crazy, even to me but what would you say if we took that same argument and used it for your everyday needs for sex. Then what would you say?
Exactly.
But women actually NEED chocolate. I know that when I'm in an evil mood I hear Satan's whispers of supposed deceit. And I whisper back, " You're right! Who would know if I just took one small bite, then thirty huge ones more? just me and you!" I have those days as does lots of other women who are greedy enough to listen to Satan.
Sometimes I even agree with Satan. I just have those kinds of days. I just want to say, " Okay you're right stop tempting me I'll do it!"
At least I have some self control.
Of course I can choose not to eat chocolate. It's easy, I'll just eat ice cream!
And if not ice cream then I'll not eat anything until my normal diet becomes appealing again.
Maybe it's hormones, maybe it the X chromosome, but I know as a fact that chocolate for women tends to give more endorphins to women than men.
And men get more endorphins in sex than women. But I don't need to tell you who's doing the whispering. It's obvious, the men. Satan gives no help in that. Men are just naturally in need of it.
Well anyways human instincts still confuse me in ways. I guess if I can't find out, maybe no one will. Instincts mean that you don't need to learn it, it comes naturally, I just want to know, sometimes I need to know, why we know these things naturally?
One day my brain is going to blow up.
Simple question. I mean women are always saying to each other,"What I would give right now for some chocolate! Do you need it too? Let's take a chocolate break!" then you have the whole group yelling CHOCOLATE BREAK LET'S GO!
Sometimes I think it's bullshit.
Other times I think it's just Satan whispering into our ears, "psst! hey you! You know what would make you feel better? Chocolate. What? you don't feel bad? Well you are a selfish, whiny, angry person who takes it out on everyone else. Now that you feel like crap, go buy yourself twenty pounds of chocolate and gorge yourself."
I know what all you men are thinking right now too, you're thinking, " Whatever! Women just use it as an excuse to eat as much sugary treats they want....they don't NEED it."
And I just want to say to all you men right now, sure it sounds crazy, even to me but what would you say if we took that same argument and used it for your everyday needs for sex. Then what would you say?
Exactly.
But women actually NEED chocolate. I know that when I'm in an evil mood I hear Satan's whispers of supposed deceit. And I whisper back, " You're right! Who would know if I just took one small bite, then thirty huge ones more? just me and you!" I have those days as does lots of other women who are greedy enough to listen to Satan.
Sometimes I even agree with Satan. I just have those kinds of days. I just want to say, " Okay you're right stop tempting me I'll do it!"
At least I have some self control.
Of course I can choose not to eat chocolate. It's easy, I'll just eat ice cream!
And if not ice cream then I'll not eat anything until my normal diet becomes appealing again.
Maybe it's hormones, maybe it the X chromosome, but I know as a fact that chocolate for women tends to give more endorphins to women than men.
And men get more endorphins in sex than women. But I don't need to tell you who's doing the whispering. It's obvious, the men. Satan gives no help in that. Men are just naturally in need of it.
Well anyways human instincts still confuse me in ways. I guess if I can't find out, maybe no one will. Instincts mean that you don't need to learn it, it comes naturally, I just want to know, sometimes I need to know, why we know these things naturally?
One day my brain is going to blow up.
Is it?
There are times in my life where I think,"yeah that sounds right.."
but it doesn't "feel" right.
Is it?
Other times it feels right, and I think, "This shouldn't feel right.."
Is it?
Most times I want things to happen, and when they do I
Don't want it anymore, it's not really what I wanted,
Is it?
Sometimes I know I'm happy, and others I know when I'm sad.
But After that, I'm nothing,
what is it?
I know that I'm crazy, subnormal, and insane, but I don't
know if I'm normal, or if normal is crazy.
Is it?
I'm deep in thought today and it's mostly because I have nothing to stop me from thinking to much, that sounds pretty sad.
doesn't it?
But if the world had a reason, or purpose to have me in it I should be living it no matter what choice I made.
Is that right?
No one can tell you how or where or why, only you can determine that.
would you?
A question's a question, it should come with an answer, but if it has none what's the purpose.
Most questions I have don't come with a right or wrong answer, so does that make me stupid or smart?
If someone saw me as one thing, and I saw me as another what would that make me, or who would be right?
So I chose to blog today, just to get out of doing nothing, and something, that makes me an addict doesn't it?
Now for my last inquiry, One I have no bigger thought on than this,
If I can't say who I am, but others can define me for what I do, but what I do is a copy of the past me and influences of friends, which is altogether more influences, I'm driven by people I don't even know, so I don't know myself, but others do.....
that's just not fair,
is it?
but it doesn't "feel" right.
Is it?
Other times it feels right, and I think, "This shouldn't feel right.."
Is it?
Most times I want things to happen, and when they do I
Don't want it anymore, it's not really what I wanted,
Is it?
Sometimes I know I'm happy, and others I know when I'm sad.
But After that, I'm nothing,
what is it?
I know that I'm crazy, subnormal, and insane, but I don't
know if I'm normal, or if normal is crazy.
Is it?
I'm deep in thought today and it's mostly because I have nothing to stop me from thinking to much, that sounds pretty sad.
doesn't it?
But if the world had a reason, or purpose to have me in it I should be living it no matter what choice I made.
Is that right?
No one can tell you how or where or why, only you can determine that.
would you?
A question's a question, it should come with an answer, but if it has none what's the purpose.
Most questions I have don't come with a right or wrong answer, so does that make me stupid or smart?
If someone saw me as one thing, and I saw me as another what would that make me, or who would be right?
So I chose to blog today, just to get out of doing nothing, and something, that makes me an addict doesn't it?
Now for my last inquiry, One I have no bigger thought on than this,
If I can't say who I am, but others can define me for what I do, but what I do is a copy of the past me and influences of friends, which is altogether more influences, I'm driven by people I don't even know, so I don't know myself, but others do.....
that's just not fair,
is it?
This Title of Music!
Today I am going to blog to all of you, my blog reading fans about music!
I want to show you how much music can mean to anyone! Music can teach you about someone more than that person can tell you about themselves, it's just a fact. I mean you can hear all there is to say and they still surprise you with the music they listen to!
Why do we chose the songs we listen to? It's because somehow we relate to it. It can make us feel good, it can help us vent anger or depression, it can be about something you've been through that you don't think anyone can relate to. It touches us in ways men only dream of! ( okay bad example....but you get the Idea! )
The funny thing is most people find cigarettes and alcohol bad because it's "harmful and addicting" but no one tries to take away someones music preferences, and I see music as addictive as both cigarettes and alcohol! I mean I don't think I've gone one day for about twelve years without listening to at least three songs at the very least! And I would cry my sockets out if something happened to my Mp3 player I'd kill myself!
So before you put in those ear buds stop and think, what would I do with myself if I didn't have these?
Love music!
WOOT!
I want to show you how much music can mean to anyone! Music can teach you about someone more than that person can tell you about themselves, it's just a fact. I mean you can hear all there is to say and they still surprise you with the music they listen to!
Why do we chose the songs we listen to? It's because somehow we relate to it. It can make us feel good, it can help us vent anger or depression, it can be about something you've been through that you don't think anyone can relate to. It touches us in ways men only dream of! ( okay bad example....but you get the Idea! )
The funny thing is most people find cigarettes and alcohol bad because it's "harmful and addicting" but no one tries to take away someones music preferences, and I see music as addictive as both cigarettes and alcohol! I mean I don't think I've gone one day for about twelve years without listening to at least three songs at the very least! And I would cry my sockets out if something happened to my Mp3 player I'd kill myself!
So before you put in those ear buds stop and think, what would I do with myself if I didn't have these?
Love music!
WOOT!
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