The Right Color

It was easier in the days when all you watched was Disney movies and your only worry was whether or not you had the right color crayon to finish your picture. You didn't worry about money. You didn't worry about being liked. You didn't know about all the crap in the world. Everything back then was easier. Easier to say sorry. Easy to believe. Easier to smile. Because to a 5 year old kid, the world is perfect. Unless you couldn't find the right crayon. 

Some Ventilation

I hate when I find something about myself that I actually like, and someone has to go and bash it and make me feel like crap. I mean really, leave me alone. What did I ever do to you? I still think turtles are cute. So screw you.

I also hate that people assume I don't know anything because I was homeschooled, and they think I'm "so innocent." Give me a break people. I'm not that stupid. I know what weed is, thank you very much. I just chose not to smoke it, 'cause I'd end up like you.

Sorry I'm quiet too. You probably think I'm socially awkward. I'm not, I just don't like you. I've seen everything you do behind everyone's backs, including my own, and I really don't care to call you my friend.

I hate people.

so called 'friends'

I've decided that some friends are fake friends. They just meander from once person to another, and never take the blame for anything. And in the end, you wonder why the heck you put up with them for so long, and you're happy to see them go. Then again, you feel left out of their life and kind of miss the useless conversations you once had.

You feel kind of empty inside, because even though the person you fought with most is gone, the person you had the best conversations with is gone, too. The person with all the inside jokes. The person who knows all the crap in the dark alleys of your past, yet still loved you like a sister they never had. You feel shot in the heart, but instead of bleeding all over the place, it just leaves a tiny hole. Like a paper cut, it's small and almost invisible, but it hurts like hell.

At The Top

Popularity is overrated. People push and shove to be at the top. And for what? After high school, who cares? Are you really going to keep contact with even half the people you meet there? Yea, I didn’t think so.

I swear high school is a little world of its own. And it’s a scary place, I can tell you that much. No wonder so many dramas and movies are bases off high school – there’s so much to feed off of.

People say “high school isn’t like it is in the movies.” No, it’s a lot worse. The hall ways are a battle field, lunch tables have rankings, and half the school has slept together. Talk about drama.

And they wonder why we aren’t getting a good education.

And parents wonder why kids want to grow up so bad.

And people worry about our generation. 

Give Me Truth

"Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness, give me truth."

Truth is often forgotten these days. People fudge their way around it. People hate telling the truth, people hate hearing the truth.

But tell  me, would you wnat to be loved if it was a lie?

When you say "instead of blank, give me truth," aren't you more likely to end up with that very thing? And if not, aren't you better off than having a lie?

In the end, words are empty unless they are true. If you say "I love you," but don't mean  it, you aren't giving (or getting) love or truth. An honest word is bound to get you farther than lies. Liars are always caught.

Truth is such a simple thing to ask for. So why is it so far to give sometimes?

I think it is because people are scared. Scared of themeselves. So they hide who they are, sometimes with money or fame, sometimes with love.

People are "You only live life once," so woulnd't you rather live it to the fullest, as yourself, than to live a lie?

Nothing is wrong with love, or money, or faith, or fame, or fairness, but in the end, they're all worthelss if they don't have truth.

Things are built on words, and truth has a much stronger foundation than lies. Things built on lies crumble and leave you nothing but broken remains of what could have been. Even a small lie in a strong foundation and leave a crack, making you wonder how many more cracks there really are.

Witout truth, there is no trust. How can you love without trust.

Without truth, does money mean anything?

Without truth, what do you base your faith on?

Without truth, is the fame worth it?

Without truth, is anything really fair?

Without truth, there is nothing.

Nothing but a broken foundation.

ten days is a little much

I'm starting to think that ten days on the beach with nothing to do is too much. Normally vacations zoom by and before you know it, it's over and you're heading home, wishing you had one more day to lie on the beach and do nothing.

Not this girl. I'm ready to do something. Not that I don't love lying on the beach and doing nothing, but I've run out of books to read and it's been rainy the past few days, so I can't even work on my tan. I do have a nice collection of sea shells going, though.

Look, I even bought aviators to read books (that I don't have) in the sun (that isn't shining).

Book Reading Craze

It's vacation. That means I've been reading. I was going to write book reviews, and after writing 2 and 1/2 so called 'reviews,' I realized it just wasn't my thing. At all. But I will say "Say The Word" by Jeannine Garsee is a really, really good book. And that's about as good as that book review is going to get.

Anyway, vacation has been good. Dance went well. I'm currently watching The Rachel Zoe Project and wasting my life away, and l'm loving every minute of it.

No, really, I'm going to go lie on the beach with my newly acquired aviators and read a book. Hopefully a good book.

Reading all these books makes me want to write my own, but getting a story going ... that's a challenge.

Anyway, my best friend just asked me to go swimming, so I'm going to soak up the sun and hit the waves.

More to come later.

Here's a sexy picture