So, I was going to walk over to the trail by the forest preserve today. I had a water bottle and some snacks packed, and practically bathed in sunscreen (I don't tan that well... I just burn), so I was ready for a nice long walk. I walked a quarter of a mile before I was like "oh my gawd... it's so hot out here..." so I wandered in the nicely shaded areas around my apartment complex instead. I took some pretty cool pictures too. A red-winged black bird was nice enough to grace me with his presence... I must have been intruding on his territory, because he kept squawking at me and flying in circles while I was taking pictures of him. I would upload them if I could, but my computer is stoooopid and doesn't read my camera when I plug it in.
I was able to get a little bit of meditating in, too. The black bird continued to squawk at me for half of it, which was quite distracting. When I got out my granola, a dove poked its head out of the grass and stared at me for a long time... I would have offered it some, but there was some chocolate mixed in there, and I didn't want to make it sick.
Overall, it was a nice day. I need to spend more time outdoors.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Beauty is always found within
I see beauty in things that no one else can see. Music, art, literature... and people. Especially people. The tragic thing is, though, is that they can't see it within themselves. So when I tell them what I see, they don't believe me. And when I tell them, they cover themselves in the darkest cloak of hatred and nastiness to drive me away. And I feel so... helpless... like I failed in them. I failed to help them help themselves. You have no idea how much that hurts.
I'm incredibly stressed out right now. Finals are next week and I'm NOT ready. Then, 5 days after my last exam, it's time for summer school. Why, why did I sign up for six more weeks of torture?
I'm incredibly stressed out right now. Finals are next week and I'm NOT ready. Then, 5 days after my last exam, it's time for summer school. Why, why did I sign up for six more weeks of torture?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Stolen from dA
Name: Julie
Age: 15
Gender: Female
A brief description about yourself? I'm just your not-so-average girl trying to live peacefully with people who are extraordinarily normal. I live in an apartment with my mom, dog (Shelby, nickname: Poochie), cat (Skitty) and hamster (Trixie). Eventually, I want to share my room with a dove. My favorite season is Summer and one day, I hope to be a published author.
Single/Dating/Married?
Single and proud
How did you come to start writing?
It seems like I've always been doing it... Since I was little, I've always loved creating characters and telling stories about them. My first piece was a short story I told my mom one night about my cat Petie (I swear, that cat was my guardian angel). Later, she had me write it down and I started calling it a book. I was 4-5. I didn't even consider becoming an author until the end of 6th grade, when my teacher wrote on my report card that she knew my name would be in print someday. My 8th grade L.A. teacher convinced me that I could actually achieve that goal, so I've been working seriously with my writing for over a year now.
Why do you still write?
I guess it's just something that I need to do to keep me sane. Even if I didn't want to be published, I would still do it... It's too precious to call a habit or a hobby... You could say it's the best way I can express myself.
What inspires you to write?
The list is endless. Music and coffee are loyal muses to me. Observing nature and watching the world go by are also helpful. Inner demons and my personal "perfect world" often have influences.
How far have you come since you first started?
Very far lol. Thanks to certain individuals, I'm always finding room for improvement.
Is there a poet or writer you look up to, or base your style on? If so, who?
Yes... more than one. I look up to a few famous ones... JK Rowling (for her success and where she came from), Edgar Allen Poe (for the sheer beauty an honesty of his poems, and the dark worlds he creates in his stories) and Ann Frank. There are also friends I have friendly competitions with, which motivates me. I don't really base my style on anyone specific... I guess my style is a mish-mosh of every style that has ever influence me.
Style of music you usually listen to?
Classical, Symphonic Metal, Hard Rock, Metal, Pop, Soft Rock... anything that isn't hardcore gangster rap, I guess.
What is your element and/or zodiac?
Water... My Sun sign is Pisces, my Moon sign is Sagittarius and my Venus is Taurus. I consider one's Sun sign to be dominant, so I call myself a Pisces.
If you were a flower, what kind of flower would you consider yourself to be and why?
I would be a tiger lily... unique and out of place.
What is your favorite time of the year and why?
They all have their ups and downs... but I like Summer the best because everything is alive and flourishing. I have more energy then, like I'm in a euphoric high that whole season.
What do you believe in?
Earth is a goddess and we've fucked her up so badly, that she can no longer tolerate mankind, and will destroy us if we don't start changing how we do things. What, you think I'm crazy? Take a look around. She isn't happy.
What do you think is the most important thing/person in your life?
There are so many people and things in my life that I just couldn't live without... I couldn't possibly choose one over the other. If I make a list, it will be endless.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
A brief description about yourself? I'm just your not-so-average girl trying to live peacefully with people who are extraordinarily normal. I live in an apartment with my mom, dog (Shelby, nickname: Poochie), cat (Skitty) and hamster (Trixie). Eventually, I want to share my room with a dove. My favorite season is Summer and one day, I hope to be a published author.
Single/Dating/Married?
Single and proud
How did you come to start writing?
It seems like I've always been doing it... Since I was little, I've always loved creating characters and telling stories about them. My first piece was a short story I told my mom one night about my cat Petie (I swear, that cat was my guardian angel). Later, she had me write it down and I started calling it a book. I was 4-5. I didn't even consider becoming an author until the end of 6th grade, when my teacher wrote on my report card that she knew my name would be in print someday. My 8th grade L.A. teacher convinced me that I could actually achieve that goal, so I've been working seriously with my writing for over a year now.
Why do you still write?
I guess it's just something that I need to do to keep me sane. Even if I didn't want to be published, I would still do it... It's too precious to call a habit or a hobby... You could say it's the best way I can express myself.
What inspires you to write?
The list is endless. Music and coffee are loyal muses to me. Observing nature and watching the world go by are also helpful. Inner demons and my personal "perfect world" often have influences.
How far have you come since you first started?
Very far lol. Thanks to certain individuals, I'm always finding room for improvement.
Is there a poet or writer you look up to, or base your style on? If so, who?
Yes... more than one. I look up to a few famous ones... JK Rowling (for her success and where she came from), Edgar Allen Poe (for the sheer beauty an honesty of his poems, and the dark worlds he creates in his stories) and Ann Frank. There are also friends I have friendly competitions with, which motivates me. I don't really base my style on anyone specific... I guess my style is a mish-mosh of every style that has ever influence me.
Style of music you usually listen to?
Classical, Symphonic Metal, Hard Rock, Metal, Pop, Soft Rock... anything that isn't hardcore gangster rap, I guess.
What is your element and/or zodiac?
Water... My Sun sign is Pisces, my Moon sign is Sagittarius and my Venus is Taurus. I consider one's Sun sign to be dominant, so I call myself a Pisces.
If you were a flower, what kind of flower would you consider yourself to be and why?
I would be a tiger lily... unique and out of place.
What is your favorite time of the year and why?
They all have their ups and downs... but I like Summer the best because everything is alive and flourishing. I have more energy then, like I'm in a euphoric high that whole season.
What do you believe in?
Earth is a goddess and we've fucked her up so badly, that she can no longer tolerate mankind, and will destroy us if we don't start changing how we do things. What, you think I'm crazy? Take a look around. She isn't happy.
What do you think is the most important thing/person in your life?
There are so many people and things in my life that I just couldn't live without... I couldn't possibly choose one over the other. If I make a list, it will be endless.
The Acheans are coming, the Acheans are coming!!!
I'm procrastinating... I have an English test to study for and a World History project to start, but I find them both boring. I'm not sure if I've rambled about this yet, but we just got done reading The Odyssey in English. It's a great story, honestly, but the way it's written makes it seem so freakin BORNING. Ughhh. The epic poem has been reduced to a mass of words that barely make any sense, and the teachers expect us to understand it all when we fall asleep just after reading two pages.
I miss To Kill A Mockingbird and Twelve Angry Men. Those were amazing. Romeo and Juliet made me want to cry, because I already knew how the story went. Lord of the Flies... worst story ever. It was the exact opposite of The Odyssey, written beautifully, but the story itself was terrible. I appreciated the symbolism and the depth to the story, but I didn't really agree with the author's view points that much. Yes, human beings are evil, but not naturally so. We're only like that because we give fear a place of power within our minds, which is the root of evil... At least, that's how I see it.
I miss To Kill A Mockingbird and Twelve Angry Men. Those were amazing. Romeo and Juliet made me want to cry, because I already knew how the story went. Lord of the Flies... worst story ever. It was the exact opposite of The Odyssey, written beautifully, but the story itself was terrible. I appreciated the symbolism and the depth to the story, but I didn't really agree with the author's view points that much. Yes, human beings are evil, but not naturally so. We're only like that because we give fear a place of power within our minds, which is the root of evil... At least, that's how I see it.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Good Soldier
Awhile ago, perhaps it was December, a friend of mine sent me a song. It wasn't just any song. It was a song that reminded me so much of myself, I wanted to hunt down the group that performed it and demanded to know how they got inside my head and transformed its contents into a song.
I found the song again today... it still applies to me. I guess I don't change much. It's like I'm a broken record, doomed to play the same notes over and over until someone breaks me and throws me in the garbage.
Here are the lyrics. It's "Good Soldier" by Flobots:
"Today you don't have to be a soldier
Don't have to be a soldier, stand down
It's okay to be as you were
Be as you were again
Is it a scheme, is it a vision
Is it a dream, is it a nightmare
Or is it a competition and if it is
What if we don't fight fair?
What's bald in the morning
But in the evening has white hairs?
What's the cause of global warming
And could it be these things right here?
I've got an idea that might not reach
Anyone for another light year
Got a hit-list and a cloud of
Witnesses which is pricier
Well, my tears are mightier
Than my fears so mighty Earth
Provides me hurt that I keep buried
Until I convert it to writing
I was wounded, I was injured
I was made to move to Denver
I was taken through a new adventure
Paint stripped from it's first fixture
I was placed in another picture
I was rushed to a new landscape
And ripped away from family
Scraped into a politician's mistake
And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans
Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay
That it could be all right if expressed
Today you don't have to be a soldier
Don't have to be a soldier, stand down
It's okay to be as you were
Be as you were again
Am I a woman raised man-machine
Damaging everything I touch?
By not caring enough
Or too much?
Am I a far flung fantasy
Setting free enmity?
And making friends from enemies
And bridges for the in-betweens
For the highwayman on the low road
The tired back with a large load
The trials spanned till I found hope
And I found more when I slo-mo'ed
Enough of the back to face front
Let those in the pack of the race run
I'm needing an evener pace one
Too hasty makes mistakes
Can you carry a song as strong as your arms
Can bear that you keep from harm?
And it will be there when you go wrong
Make a heart from your bond, your treasure's right here
And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans
Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay
That it could be all right if expressed today
Today you don't have to be a soldier
Don't have to be a soldier, stand down
It's okay to be as you were
Be as you were again"
I found the song again today... it still applies to me. I guess I don't change much. It's like I'm a broken record, doomed to play the same notes over and over until someone breaks me and throws me in the garbage.
Here are the lyrics. It's "Good Soldier" by Flobots:
"Today you don't have to be a soldier
Don't have to be a soldier, stand down
It's okay to be as you were
Be as you were again
Is it a scheme, is it a vision
Is it a dream, is it a nightmare
Or is it a competition and if it is
What if we don't fight fair?
What's bald in the morning
But in the evening has white hairs?
What's the cause of global warming
And could it be these things right here?
I've got an idea that might not reach
Anyone for another light year
Got a hit-list and a cloud of
Witnesses which is pricier
Well, my tears are mightier
Than my fears so mighty Earth
Provides me hurt that I keep buried
Until I convert it to writing
I was wounded, I was injured
I was made to move to Denver
I was taken through a new adventure
Paint stripped from it's first fixture
I was placed in another picture
I was rushed to a new landscape
And ripped away from family
Scraped into a politician's mistake
And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans
Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay
That it could be all right if expressed
Today you don't have to be a soldier
Don't have to be a soldier, stand down
It's okay to be as you were
Be as you were again
Am I a woman raised man-machine
Damaging everything I touch?
By not caring enough
Or too much?
Am I a far flung fantasy
Setting free enmity?
And making friends from enemies
And bridges for the in-betweens
For the highwayman on the low road
The tired back with a large load
The trials spanned till I found hope
And I found more when I slo-mo'ed
Enough of the back to face front
Let those in the pack of the race run
I'm needing an evener pace one
Too hasty makes mistakes
Can you carry a song as strong as your arms
Can bear that you keep from harm?
And it will be there when you go wrong
Make a heart from your bond, your treasure's right here
And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans
Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay
That it could be all right if expressed today
Today you don't have to be a soldier
Don't have to be a soldier, stand down
It's okay to be as you were
Be as you were again"
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