A mixture of poems and quotes according to my mood

As I've already said, it has been insane these past few weeks. But I've realized some very important things. I've discovered that friends mean so much to me now, that no matter what, I always know that I've got them there. I've realized that everything happens for a reason, and that the harder I do to change something, the worse I feel. I've completely changed my thought process, and realized that I need to stop trying to control things, and just let them happen as they are planned to. I've been listening to a song by Sage Francis, called Inherited Scars. The lyrics are amazing, the man is truely a poet. I've had a playlist, with lyrics that I can relate to and express myself through. Songs, for me, are one of the easiest ways to express yourself.


"And when you wake up, everything is going to be fine...Promise you that you'll wake in a better place, and a better time...so you are tired of living, feel like you might give in, well don't....It's not your time.." -Better Place, Better time..Streetlight Manifesto


I'm sorry, you say
As bright headlights come over the hill
Briefly reflecting every moment we've had together
The speedometer reads one hundred twenty

I suck my breath in and close my eyes,
Tightly, as to brace myself for what is to come.

A scream warns me
A phone call
My knuckles turn white.

And then we collide.
I reach for your hand
But am too late, for I am thrown forward

And as I find myself flying through window
I see you
Holding her hand.

My pulse fails as my body,
A worthless rag doll,
Smacks against the cold, hard pavement.

Wow....

So much has changed in the past few weeks. I'm not sure where to start. I'll list it out.

-Band played our first gig last night
-It was acoustic, our drummer broke his leg
-I was in a car accident involving a deer jumping into the front end of my friend's car.
-Had a boyfriend
-Lost a boyfriend
-Had a few faith realizations because of the above stated
-started rocking out to ska
-gained a few new friends

I'm a little to out of it to write anything else...

Salty eyes!

I came across these lyrics the other day. It absolutely amazed me.

Do you belong to a song?
Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
Are you drunk?
Have you been drinking?
Do you belove the overpass go with a fifth in your fist
reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did?

But please don't give up dear walls.
Don't let the ceiling fall.
When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

Shrill notes begin the grim violin.
Then from the silence of violence the sirens orchestrate the score.
To which one more corpse is left quiet.
How we've become the hollows of drums.
The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats.
Friends in quotes, they're not calling.

But please don't give up dear you.
I'm just the sliver moon sliding through
When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

Do please believe however naive.
They may drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs.
And belong salty eyes.

When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

-Salty Eyes, the Matches.

It almost feels as if the singer is speaking directly to me, and he really captures the anxiety I feel every day. The verse, "Friends in quotes, they're not calling," and "But please don't give up dear you" really give me hope, and make me feel as if I am not alone to face the world. I would recommend this band to anyone who likes good lyrics. Their live show is very personal, very amazing. The entire band reaches out to the crowd. Hope everyone is doing well with the start of school.

Oh, and to anyone who has read my "Detention" rant. The Dean in that story is NOT the dean we have at my school. Our dean is one of the most kind-hearted people I've ever met and I would never even consider him a tyrant. So there.

THE MATCHES SALTY EYES

To them these streets belong

Please pray for my horse.

WARPED TOUR 2007!!!!!

Heck yes, it came! Sadly, it went too. But from 12 to 9, it was pure rocking. I went with our guitarist, Cory, and my friend Jake. We arrived at the Riverbend Music Center at around 11:30, then after thirty minutes of waiting, finally got into the grounds. We glanced at the schedule, and realized that the Unseen were playing in fifteen minutes. SO we ran as fast as we could to the Lucky stage. Unfortunetly, Jake was too busy moshing at the Hurley stage to follow us.
So we left him. Great friends, eh? But I really don't like bayside and the Unseen were great. The moshpit was violent, (I stayed out of it, thank you very much) but what amazed me, was every time someone fell down, the person who pushed them picked them back up. And two guys made sure I wasn't shoved in, (gold star for both o' ye) too.

After the set, we saw that a ska band called "The TOasters" were playing. So we watched them. Good stuff, too. We eventually met up with Jake and then lost him again when he went to watch the "girly bands" (Alright-know this term sounds mean, but you know the bands that I'm talking about. THe ones with the really preppy girls who scream and wear miniskirts and take pictures with their billion dollar digital camera all the while complaining about the flip flops they were wearing,) Anyway, Jake wanted to watch them so Cory and I hit up the merch booths. We didn't have to get anywhere till three, when the Matches played. I got to talk to some people from TWLOHA (YAY!) and signed up to be an organ doner. Cory got a CD and a t-shirt, then we both went to watch K.OS., a really great alternative band.

Still no sign of Jake, by the way.

Three o' clock came soon enough, and after spending 3.50 on a bottle of water (GAH!) we headed towards the matches set, which was indoors. They were a-freaking amazing. The singer stole some chapstick from a girl in the front and smeared it all over his mouth then tossed it out the crowd, then during the song, "Shoot me in the smile" had everyone do "the largest hip thrust dance move in the history of rock" It was hysterical.

Still no sign of Jake yet.

After the set, we head over to the merch booth to get our stuff signed when I recieve a frantic call from Jake, who says he just lost his wallet crowdsurfing. With two hundred dollars in it. So, being the great friend that I am, I ask their super-nice guitarist to please put "To Jake" on it, after explaining to him what happened. He did, and told me to tell him he's sorry.

Didn't make a difference. Jake was pretty upset. I managed to make him get up and go over to the Lucky stage, where there was shade and trees. On the way, he finally started to cheer up a bit, until we started to talk about paramore.

Jake: "I bet you five dollars paramore will play misery business last"
Me: "Do you have five dollars?"

I could've kicked myself, but thankfully Jake laughed and proceded to continue his nap under the trees. Cory and I went off for some food, where I rocked the concession stand. Heck yes I did. People in lines are never in a good mood. So I cheered them up. I did my dance moves, (The "Two headed turkey waltz" and The "Warped Monkey Dance.") I told people I was pumped for warped, and asked them if they were. They just laughed, really really hard. At my expense, but nonetheless, they laughed. After doing several jumping jacks to get the crowd PP'd (Pumped for Pizza) I bought fries and a water (SIX BUCKS! What, was there spun gold in the grease?) and left. (By the way, Cory shamefully stood next to me while I did my dance moves)

Jake was asleep when the street drum Corps started playing. Once again, A-freaking amazing. They are a three-piece percussion act who use various pieces of metal and machinery to make music. A bit like stomp, but better. I got to meet them, too. Tiger army was up next, so Cory and I left Jake to sleep while we watched a bit of their set, which sadly, wasn't all that great. We walked around for a little while, eagerly waiting for bad religion to come on.

Bad religion wins Lauren's Best Warped Band. They started off their set with "American Jesus," which is my favorite song. They didn't spend twenty billion minutes talking about stuff, they just played music that I loved. They rocked my world.

After Bad Religion, we caught the last second of Meg and Dia, and sat inside for awhile, just watching local bands.

Jake casually mentioned new found glory, and to my great surprise, both Cory and Jake knew ALL the words to EVERY song. And they make fun of me for listening to sum 41 every now and then. HA!

Paramore was up next. I've already seen Big D, so Cory went to see them and I went with Jake to go see paramore.

They were great.

The crowd wasn't.

A whole bunch of screaming girls who wanted to crowdsurf all day. I was stuck tossing people over my head the entire performance.

But at least Bad Religion rocked. And I am exhausted. But I had the time of my life.

I'm in the middle of the ride, right?

Hey

Don't write yourself off yet.

It's only in your head you feel left out.

Or put down on.

Just try your best.

Try everything you can.

It doesn't matter what the others say

When you're away.

It just takes some time, little girl

You're in the middle of the ride, everything everything'll be just fine

Everything Everything'll be alright.

Hey.

You know we're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own.

So don't give in.
And hey right now,

Just be yourself.

It doesn't matter if it's good enough

For someone else.

-Jimmy Eat World, "The Middle"

Those lyrics I choose to live by. They help me realize that I'm my own person, and I don't have to go with the flow. A few things came to mind while I was trying to figure out a bassline, I was thinking about my friends, mostly guys but one or two girls, and how different they are. And how incredibly scary these realizations are.

Only out 3 out of my thirteen close friends hasn't gotton wasted. Trashed. Punch-drunk.

Two of them have already struggled with drug addictions. They've recovered, and have stopped, thankfully. I didn't know it was possible to be that screwed up at seventeen.

two of them smoke pot on a monthly basis.

Three of them have been seriously depressed and considered suicide as a perfectly valid escape.

My three closest friends are straight edge. (no drugs, no alcohol)

I have never been drunk, tipsy, or ever tried any drug.

I've vowed to never sip an alcoholic drink. Or try any drug. Ever.

Most people scoff and stick their noses up, telling me that I'll get drunk once in my life, but after seeing one of my friends in a drunken stupor, I realized that alcohol makes you look stupid. For girls, it leaves your vulnerable. For guys, it makes you stupid and cocky. It can also make you angry. Very angry.

Why would I want to do that to myself? I've vowed to never be another teenage statistic.

Why do girls do this to themselves? I remember being in health class, half listening while the teacher lectured about being drunk and had us try on the "drunk goggles." I was scribbling on my paper when the girl next to me leaned over and whispered, "It doesn't really feel like that. It's a blast, I do it every night."

Pardon me?

Yeah, it's so great to feel the buzz.

She then droned off and rolled her eyes, and I felt a surging sense of pity for her. For every girl who's trying to be the teen queen, who looks up to paris hilton, who worships bratty girls who have birthday parties on mtv.

I pity you.

What are teen idols these days? Not 11-14 teen idols. But adult idols. People that matter. Who do I look up to? I suppose it's the reason I'm writing this. I don't idolize anyone. I admire specific qualities about people. I once asked a girl who she looked up to, asked her if she could name two people.

Paris Hilton. Lindsay Lohan.

Why is Paris so popular? She's a stoned, snot-nosed, money loving, dog-toting, sunglass wearing, anorexic looking girl.

Girl, not God. I don't know why, but for some odd reason, the school that I am currently at has many ditzy freshman girls. I don't have any friends my age, they are all older than me. But I realized something about them, when they rolled their eyes at me, when they threw my gym clothes in the trashcan, when they whispered snide remarks behind my back, when they brought me to tears after I was humiliated in class by a teacher when I was trying to explain the meaning of a particular piece of writing.

I realized that my views were so over their heads that the only way they could somewhat justify their intelligance was by calling me a "stupid punk kid." These girls look up to perfectly figured blonde haired celebraties, because they wear makeup and have their own t.v. show. They want to live in L.A, to walk around with their teeny tiny dog and wear sunglasses so large that they'd cover homer simpson's eyes.

Whatever happened to wanting to be president?

I suppose I'll follow the lyric discussion.

After commenting on David Harrity's blog, (go buy his book "Morning and what has come since-finishing line press...you are smart...google it.) A bit of promotion on a blog that no one reads, eh? Anyways, I decided to follow the trend for once and post up some of my favorite lyrics. I was watching Bowling for Columbine the other day, and Marylin Manson, whom I respect but don't particularly agree with, said a few things that really made sense. "As a youth, I knew music was safe. When you put on a CD, it never came out and bit you, it simply agreed with you."


And I realized that although I have friends and peers who care about me, it's my music and God that really helped me through the rough times in my life. It gives you a reason to wake up in the morning, no matter what happens you've got that song playing over and over again, speaking in your ear and telling you that yes, you can make it through the day. Or you put your cd player on and press play, and the lyrics start to register in your head and you realize that the song is speaking particularly to you. It captures everything you are going through right at that very instant.

Great lyrics:

I am outside

And I've been waiting for the sun

With my wide eyes

I've seen worlds that don't belong

My mouth is dry

With words I cannot verbalise

Tell me why

We live like this

Keep me safe inside

Your arms like towers

Tower over me, yeah

Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence

And all the promise we adored

Give us life again

Cause we just wanna be whole

Tower over me



I love this song, just because it makes so much sense to me. There arn't any stupid secrets you are supposed to decode, no references you had to look up. It just simply says, "Take me and help me be the best person I can be.

Another great song is "This is the End," by Anti Flag. The lyrics are talking about how the media influences us, and how incredibly stupid the whole thing is.

Seems every station on the TV
Is selling something no one can be
If every page was torn from the magazine
Would cash still drive the media machine?
The products, damage and pursuit are endless
Identity can leave you selfless
We will not witness this anymore

This is the end for you my friend
I can't forgive, I won't forget
On and on, we sing our songs andon and on, the wars wage on and
On and on, we sing our songs for more

Your eyes are open but you can't see
Your mouth is moving but you don't speak
A blitzkrieg of images to break your will
I hope you choke on every pill
We will not witness this anymore

This is the end for you my friend
I can't forgive, I won't forget

I like songs like I like poetry. Short, simple, emotional, and to the point.

Band Update: We decided on a new name. Last one Standing. Good stuff, eh? After a 6 hour practice session, we finally made an entire song, lyrics and all. It was tough, though, sitting in a room for three hours simply brainstorming and attempting to figure out different parts and song structure. I enjoyed it though. We have 2 other songs in the making, along with a nice soft acoustic one. Good stuff!

Hope everyone is enjoying their summer!

I finally started my summer reading.

So, how goes it? Things have been pretty interesting here, I've been everywhere but home. Thursday, I hung out with Sammie, Glenn, Kate, Paul, Jake, Ellen, and Zoo at Kate's house. Turns out, you CAN play twister with seven people. I stayed out of it, not much of a team kind of person. I've always been like that, hating sports that involved contact. Even as a kid, I always wondered what drove people to run in a cluster of sweaty, smelly people just to gain acess to a ball. I love concerts, but that's different. It isn't competitive. In gym class, I once got whacked over the head with a hockey stick for not "defending my goal." Competitive girls can be so evil when it comes to points. I remember simply standing up and saying, "Really, this little piece of plastic means THAT much to you?"

I could've thrown it at her face, but I didn't. I generally try to be a nice person when it comes to anger.

I should've, though.

In other news, started a band, (tenatively called Willful Ignorance- Thanks Mr. Weisenhann.) and it's interesting. We had our first rehearsal yesterday as a full band; I had been playing with the drummer for a few weeks. Our new guitarist is amazing, he can play anything by Joe Satriani, Dream Theatre, Bozzio Levin Stevens...all the pros. But he listens to punk, which strikes me as odd. Punk usually involves three chord guitar parts and machine gun drumming- why would a virtuoso consider playing it? I'm glad, though. Punk/rock/alternative are genres that I love, so I'm sure we'll find something we can cover.

In even better news, I still haven't gotton my summer reading done. In fact, I haven't even gotten the book yet. Am I amazing or what?

Happy rainy fourth

I've been listening to Paramore like crazy, which is strange. I generally don't go for the mainstream pop/rock bands. I've always been locked inside my little dark corner with Rancid, The Descendants, Bad Religion, and Anti-Flag, they've always been my top 4, and although I have a wide variety of music, I still mostly listen to that. But Paramore, they are different. I don't have to think when I listen to them, and I can simply enjoy the music. I still remember seeing them three years ago at a smelly rock club called Numbers, (I mentioned it in a short paragraph I wrote awhile ago) It was disgusting, they had unisex bathrooms, so the stalls were gross; one of which contained a junkie snorting something- a frightening experience for a twelve year old, and another...never mind. The first thing I remember about the band was how young they were. Their drummer was only fourteen, their singer was only sixteen. I was in awe.

But I never really got into them until a few weeks ago. Their song, "Hallelujah," is playing to the right of this post. I heard the song "We are Broken," and immediatly downloaded it. (Legally-musicians are poor, I do all I can. ;)) The lyrics capture everything I've been feeling, everything I've been struggling with within my head, it comforts me and helps me feel secure. Since I've been unable to put my feelings down on paper, I'll post the lyrics here.

We are Broken; Paramore.

"I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
Yeah
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole
Lock the doors
Cause I like to capture this voice it came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war
We live like this
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole."

Happy 4th of July everyone. Never been a fan of fireworks, or parties, or alcohol, but I'm going to do an acoustic set at a friends house. Just cover stuff, because Daniel and I have been unable to get any lyrics set. We've got three songs, though, so it's all good. I guess I just have a "bassist" personality in a band. I don't want to boss anyone around, and without Travis there, we can't get anywhere because of the missing guitar parts.

Writers block, Concert, Sick Puppies

So, I went to the battle of the bands at the Ky theatre. There was some good stuff, surprisingly. Not exactly a big fan of hardcore stuff, but there was some good alternative going on. Best Selling Authors played, I really enjoyed their show. It was nice to hang out with all of my friends again, and I always meet new people at concerts. I ended up talking to a kid who pierced his tongue himself, he customized his wheelchair, too.

I also watched "One flew out of the cuckoos nest" which was a great movie. I cried though, when Billy died. He made an interesting character, and I'd like to figure out how to somehow weave his personality into my story. He reminds me of my friend Ian; very smart and thoughtful, but also troubled inside.

I'm stumped, suffering from writer's block. Again. All I can get out is a few crappy lines of poetry, barely good enough to turn into something better.

I'm in a melancholy mood today (is that how you spell it?) so I'll leave you with the lyrics to The Sick Puppies song "All the Same"

I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I don't like illusions I can't see
Them clearly

I don't care nor I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do
I don't mind
I don't care
As long as you're here.

Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back, running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
Its all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again

It's all the same

Hours slide and days go by until you decide to go
But in between it always seems too long; too sudden.
But I have the skill and I have the will to breathe you in while I can
However long it takes is all that I am.

Wrong or right
Black or white
If I close my eyes it's all the same

In my life
The compromise
Is to close my eyes
It's all the same.

HEY HO LET'S GO!

YIPPEE! Pictures from the show. The first is us warming up and getting ready to go in. The next one is our lengthening FXH. The one after that is us saluting after a MAGNIFICIENT test, and the last one is a butt shot of us doing an HXF lengthening. My horse is amazing.

You were supposed to lay me down in green pastures
Next to a frothy river with water so cool it would stop your heart for a moment,
As if it was unable to comprehend the chilly substance quickly slipping down your throat.

You were supposed to keep me from drowning in despair when the rain poured down upon me and threatened to suck me deeper into the endless sea of lost souls, using a large boat to keep me afloat.

Now I sit on a plywood raft and look around at the warzone behind me.
I am stuck in a disgusting, black, muck, surrounded by dry land that cracks and groans from the lack of water.
The sun beats down upon my back as I feel myself begin to sink in the quicksand.
Once again, like many times before,
I put my headphones on and slip further out of conciousness.

I've been listening to a lot of music lately, I love to make playlists. I'll call it my top ten of the week.

1. Captain Kelly's Kitchen- Dropkick Murphys
2. Paralyzed- The Used
3. Honor among Thieves- Suicide Machines
4. Misery Business- Paramore
5. Buzz Kill- Sage Francis
6. I'm the one- Descendents
7. Let them Eat War- Bad Religion
8. Devil in a Midnight Mass- Billy Talent
9. Lean On Sheena- The Bouncing Souls
10. Fight to Live- The Bouncing Souls.

There. I feel better. I actually like a rap song for once, the lyrics just make sense to me. It's "Buzz Kill" by Sage Francis. I don't know if what he writes could be considered beat poetry, but the lyrics are amazing. He actually helped co-write "let them eat war" with Greg Gaffin.

It's not only a time I'm kept
Busy with shivers and cold shakes
Sitting on snow banks
Waiting to be delivered some soulmates
Or wait
Lift and tuck my fate for several levels
Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils
My breath resembles the smell of flowers
Yanked from life and placed in a vase
Sits and wilts and rots and dies in the name of grave mistakes
That we all make
Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong

and...

This is the buzz kill, jump into the saddle
Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle
With my guns drawn and sword out
Pointed towards the couthouse
I sort out words from my war torn mouth
I disassociate the actions with their meanings
On some "ends justify the means" mentality

and...

Color me confused when they paint issues black and white
Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life
It's my destiny, she wants me she beckons
She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds
I'm certified fresh
Our freedom kiss the French for their political dissent
Like *mwah* I do it with tongue this time

And take that bovine blood out of your wine

And take that statue back to the land it was created at

Your huddled masses yearning to breath free
Take 'em back!
Your homeless tempest-tossed to me
Take 'em back!

The U-S-A has cracked...

It isn't exactly amazing, but I like it. It's better than "Grillz." Hah. The exam stuff, "You only get it right if you spell Grills with a z!"

My horse is NOT a gluestick.

Been listening to an Austrailian band called the Sick Puppies. Their bassist is amazing, I've been working on learning some of their stuff. I've also been listening to a lot of Bad Religion, (no surprise there) something about Greg Gaffin's monotone comforts me, I know it will always sound the same and I can listen to it and not expect anything different.

I wrote another short story...I'm considering putting some of it up here. I wrote an incredibly funny part involving debating whether or not public restrooms are as bad as "roughing it" in the forest. I'm scared though, because I know so many people write stories better than me, and use better language than me. But I simply see no point in spending twenty minutes describing the trees and the birds and the little butterflies landing on leaves. I suppose it is because of my attitude in life- just get to the freaking point. Or, if you are a Monty Python fan, "GET ON WI' IT!


Alright, horseshow was great. During the first dressage test, we had a bit of a spook and run, placing us in 4th out of 4, but our next test (first level test 4) was great. We really got our leg yields down and swapped leads properly, so we placed 2nd out of 6. In an open class. Which means we were showing against adults and pros. I'm extremely proud of my horse.

Protect your food. Use condiments.

Hmm...I just finished reading "invisble monsters" by Chuck Palahnuik. Intersting. That's all I'm going to say. I mean, I suppose there was some good stuff in it, but it was just beyond weird. I've never read a book involving transgender people and valium-stealing houseguests. It was entertaining, but I don't think I'd read it again.

I was watching a dvd last night and came up with a few lines to a poem. I hate poems, but this one might end up working out okay for me.

His hands tremble and shake as shake as the crowd forms a giant cloud of sweat, blood, and tears.
The microphone taunts him, much like an old friend begging for a visit after a traumatic event;
He steps onstage and brings the mike to his lips; this is his moment now.
The crowd is screaming and yelling; thousands of people trapped in iron-barred cages as they squirm and twist in a desprate attempt to once more lose themselves in the angry melodies that flood the club.
Eyes closed, fists clenched, the singer screams,
A high-pitched, agonizing call for help, forgiveness, and peace.
Large chunks of metal ricochet off the roof as each heart bursts free from the suffocating bonds that held it in for so long, and each soul explodes off the floor as it surges to the beat of the music.

Yeah, needs work. I don't think I'll keep it, but it was worth a shot, right?

Oh, speaking of....nothing really, I officially fell down ALL of the stairs at my house. You see, after a hard day of riding and cleaning, I was a bit drowsy as I started to walk downstairs, and wasn't exactly looking where I was going.

It's about time though; I'm literally a walking time bomb when it comes to balance. I loved my creative writing award fall the most;

"APPLAUSE!" walk, walk, walk,...get award, walk, walk, wal-THUMP."

Gah, I am an idiot.

By the way, have you seen some of the topics on wikihow? Yes, I have too much spare time. But some of the titles are incredibly...interesting...

"How to regain control of a spooked camel"
"How to keep your car from rolling off the side of a cliff"
"How to act like a transformer"
"How to get out of quicksand"
"How to be a wizard"
"How to not die when you fall off of a roof"
"How to stop a car with no brakes"
"How to safely swim with Pirhanas"
"How to escape a sinking car"


Interesting, eh? I mean, incredibly useful, too. You're in a car accident, your car's about to flip over the side of a cliff, you call your spouse. "Honey? Yeah, can you check wikipedia? I'm about to fall off of a cliff, and want to see how to-"

Splat.

"We call it a HERB- because there's a freaking H in it."

I don't know why I made one of these.

It's a bit pointless, really. I mean, I could just type it all on Word. But I'm not going to. I've been doing a lot this summer, riding my horse 4 times a week, writing, playing my bass, and going to a concert or two. Sounds interesting, eh? But I've been debating on whether or not to post this. Should I let someone know what I'm thinking? I read an article the other day talking about brutal honesty. This man was to say exactly what he thought (with the exception of dirty thoughts-which occur every twenty seven seconds in the average human mind) to whoever he met. And I thought it was crazy at first; why would I tell anyone the truth? Technically, lies are the only things that get us through life. They soften up our opinions in our minds. Can you imagine if every "it" teenage girl said what they thought? Or people on a lower social status told someone who considered themselves "better" what they really thought? It would be anarchy. And don't tell me you don't lie. Have you ever given a compliment that you didn't really truely honestly mean? Have you ever ended a conversation early so you could pursue other activities? Or what about when someone asks you what's wrong, and you tell them nothing? The human race can't tell the exact, blunt truth anymore; we've pissed too many people off with our lies. It's too late to say; "I'm sorry, I lied. Can I take it back?" Humans have trouble admitting their lies. I know I do. Even small ones, I still say something to defend it. I can never say "I made it up, all of it." It just doesn't work.

P.S.- Jamie Tworkowski-To write love on her arms...amazing story. Go buy a t-shirt.