Noun, courageous behavior, being able to do that thing that makes your hands shake and your stomach turn to acid.
Courage is good and all, but sometimes the best thing to do is respectfully yet firmly decline. And if that fails yell and make a fuss, because the point of freedom is to be able to choose, not just who it is that is telling you what to do, but everything about your own life. Stand up for what you think is best, for you, for your friends, for your nation, for the world.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Time
Noun, a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, something that everyone, save time travelers, lack
I am really not one of those people that can stay up until four I the morning and be perfectly fine the next day. I need at least a good ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. I learned my lesson again today. I stayed up to late fangirling and slept fitfully. The whole day I spent tiered and crabby. Ugh.
I am really not one of those people that can stay up until four I the morning and be perfectly fine the next day. I need at least a good ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. I learned my lesson again today. I stayed up to late fangirling and slept fitfully. The whole day I spent tiered and crabby. Ugh.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Acceptable
Adjective, something that belongs or is part of something bigger
We may all preach of individualism and standing up for what we believe in, but really deep down inside each of us is the driving need to be accepted, to be admitted into society. Weather it's the popular crowd, or the group of guys that always seem to be talking to your good friend, we all desire social acceptance, so my question is: why don't we just let everybody join our group. With the accepting of that really obnoxious kid who insisted on bugging you, contrary to popular belief, most people don't accruals hate you. So why isotope that most of us feel all alone?
We may all preach of individualism and standing up for what we believe in, but really deep down inside each of us is the driving need to be accepted, to be admitted into society. Weather it's the popular crowd, or the group of guys that always seem to be talking to your good friend, we all desire social acceptance, so my question is: why don't we just let everybody join our group. With the accepting of that really obnoxious kid who insisted on bugging you, contrary to popular belief, most people don't accruals hate you. So why isotope that most of us feel all alone?
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Writer's Block
Noun, when you just can't find the words to explained how you can't find the words to explain
I don't often lose the ability to put my thought into words, which makes it all the more difficult to deal with. The problem with this world is it lacks the artistic touch. The system for which the world so heavily relies on is almost completely based off of "left brain" thinking. Everything is logical and structured in a way that is difficult to work in as an artist. You can see this come out in the idea that majoring in art is a bad idea. The world is not structured in a way that lets people have time to realize there ideas fully and creatively. It forces people to think in a very structured Manet and often punishes people who don't. I am not saying I have a better idea, or that the current system is all bad. All I'm trying to say is that this world is not built to be a utopia for artists.
I don't often lose the ability to put my thought into words, which makes it all the more difficult to deal with. The problem with this world is it lacks the artistic touch. The system for which the world so heavily relies on is almost completely based off of "left brain" thinking. Everything is logical and structured in a way that is difficult to work in as an artist. You can see this come out in the idea that majoring in art is a bad idea. The world is not structured in a way that lets people have time to realize there ideas fully and creatively. It forces people to think in a very structured Manet and often punishes people who don't. I am not saying I have a better idea, or that the current system is all bad. All I'm trying to say is that this world is not built to be a utopia for artists.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Music
Noun, expressing one's feelings through a system of rhythms and notes
Music is something that is really important to who I am, and I just realized I hadn't talked about my love of music yet. I sing and play the oboe inside of school, and I defiantly consider myself a band geek, but that's not the point. The point is for me music is a gorgeous way of expressing yourself in a way everyone can relate to. So you can bet sometime soon I'll be putting up a clip of something I sang or wrote or played.
Music is something that is really important to who I am, and I just realized I hadn't talked about my love of music yet. I sing and play the oboe inside of school, and I defiantly consider myself a band geek, but that's not the point. The point is for me music is a gorgeous way of expressing yourself in a way everyone can relate to. So you can bet sometime soon I'll be putting up a clip of something I sang or wrote or played.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Rage
Noun, so angry that you are not able to express yourself in words but must instead resort to gutteral noises
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhh!!!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhh!!!!!
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Begin
Verb, present tense, to start
Every night I feel waves of fear grow within me. I have had this fear right before I go to bed for several years now, but I think I have finally figured out why. Ever since I was about ten I have woken up each day with a different outlook on life. Everyday ment beginning my life anew. Somedays I'll be joyfull and some days I'll be sad or hopefull or mad. The end of everyday is like the death of who I was that day. Often it's a good thing to say that everyday is the first day in the rest of your life, but it can also be terrifying to know that tomorrow you could be totally different. I think that these feeling are because i have bipolar type two.
Every night I feel waves of fear grow within me. I have had this fear right before I go to bed for several years now, but I think I have finally figured out why. Ever since I was about ten I have woken up each day with a different outlook on life. Everyday ment beginning my life anew. Somedays I'll be joyfull and some days I'll be sad or hopefull or mad. The end of everyday is like the death of who I was that day. Often it's a good thing to say that everyday is the first day in the rest of your life, but it can also be terrifying to know that tomorrow you could be totally different. I think that these feeling are because i have bipolar type two.
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