Hi readers!
I haven't posted in three weeks, so I thought it'd be a good time to do a little writing. It never hurt anyone. Uh...scratch that. I'm not going to get into details about that, specifically.
Now, when I think about it, life goes by quickly. There are things we can and cannot do as we get older. We have to be careful, don't we? If you do something stupid, it could screw up your life. (Quote: My mother) Yes, we all make mistakes, but we have to think about what we do before we do it. This has been drilled into our youthful minds since, what, kindergarten? But it's true. Absolutely, 100% true. Parents and teachers aren't stupid. Think about what they tell you. It might help.
That was an interesting paragraph... Anyway, I decided to bring this up today because it's a subject that's been bothering me. And I was talking to one of my friends (I won't say names). She told me that she just wanted to let loose, break some rules, and have fun. While she's describing all of the ridiculous things she wants to do (buy a gorilla, among other things), I can't help but think about how insane this is. Sure, we can dream, but isn't it a bit...outlandish? Go ahead and say I worry too much. I already know I do.
But don't we need to grow up and realize that this life is our one chance to impact the world? (Now look who's dreaming big.) Really, we can all do it. Of course, we must do some very hard work and take a little risk. The outcome of said risk could be good or bad, but isn't that what makes it risk? Take the risk, my friends. If don't don't try, you'll never know. That is the best advice I can give you.
So...do you want to know more about me, as the lovely (Hah!) Maria? Or are we fine with the whole random posting thing? Comment, comment, comment.
Have an amazing day, today, tomorrow, the whole week...
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. By the way, listen to Misguided Ghosts by Paramore. It always gets stuck in my head when I blog.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Life Lessons #3-Maria
Hi readers!
Yes, we're plural now! Yay! This is why I advertise on Twitter and the like. Thank you!
So, I had a few thoughts while sitting outside (oh my gosh, I was outside??? WHY?!?!). Sometimes, I just feel like standing up on a table and shouting to the world, "I am a human being! I have emotions, a soul, and a mind! Don't think that you can push me over and I'll stay down! I WON'T DO IT!"
Uh...that seems to need an explanation. So, in general, you can literally try to kill me...or just hurt me, whatever...but you aren't going to get away with it! It won't phase me! I don't care! You might try spreading lies to hurt me, but I know what's true. The people who really care about me know what's true. Really. And there are people who care. I realized that this summer. Some people genuinely care for you. Others...they pretend. I have yet to figure out why, exactly, but I think that statement is true. Maybe it's for personal gain...though I haven't a clue what sort of gain that would be.
And, again, I'm conflicted. Why does this always happen? I'm not entirely sure who my really real friends are. I mean, I think they are, then the do something that makes me think they're not. After I think they're not, they do something to make me think they are again. What's the deal? Can't you just be an honest person? I suppose that people are just...messed up like that. Honesty is hard, I won't lie. As humans, we lie to protect each other and, more often than not, ourselves. This leads into that little thing we call "selfishness". People are like that. We're often told to "look out for number one", but, at the same time, told to "care for others" as well. Contradictions!
Is this life? Is this what we're supposed to deal with? Everything being fake and difficult? I don't know, readers. It seems tough for clueless and vulnerable little humans like us. Do we even know what we're doing? Well, I'll tell you that life is something different for everyone. If you compare my posts to Ayana's, you'll really get it. And that saying, "life is like a box of chocolates", I just don't get. How can you compare complexity that no one understands to sugar? C'mon! be realistic here!
Humanity is just a sick joke sometimes. There is no such thing as true peace. Seriously, don't even try convincing yourself that. you'll waste your time. However, there may be small moments, so tiny, you might miss them, of tranquility. And that, is why we live. For the short minutes when the storm dies down and you can just breathe.
I bid you goodnight, readers. Have a great day tomorrow, will you? Find your moment of calm.
XoXo,
Maria
Yes, we're plural now! Yay! This is why I advertise on Twitter and the like. Thank you!
So, I had a few thoughts while sitting outside (oh my gosh, I was outside??? WHY?!?!). Sometimes, I just feel like standing up on a table and shouting to the world, "I am a human being! I have emotions, a soul, and a mind! Don't think that you can push me over and I'll stay down! I WON'T DO IT!"
Uh...that seems to need an explanation. So, in general, you can literally try to kill me...or just hurt me, whatever...but you aren't going to get away with it! It won't phase me! I don't care! You might try spreading lies to hurt me, but I know what's true. The people who really care about me know what's true. Really. And there are people who care. I realized that this summer. Some people genuinely care for you. Others...they pretend. I have yet to figure out why, exactly, but I think that statement is true. Maybe it's for personal gain...though I haven't a clue what sort of gain that would be.
And, again, I'm conflicted. Why does this always happen? I'm not entirely sure who my really real friends are. I mean, I think they are, then the do something that makes me think they're not. After I think they're not, they do something to make me think they are again. What's the deal? Can't you just be an honest person? I suppose that people are just...messed up like that. Honesty is hard, I won't lie. As humans, we lie to protect each other and, more often than not, ourselves. This leads into that little thing we call "selfishness". People are like that. We're often told to "look out for number one", but, at the same time, told to "care for others" as well. Contradictions!
Is this life? Is this what we're supposed to deal with? Everything being fake and difficult? I don't know, readers. It seems tough for clueless and vulnerable little humans like us. Do we even know what we're doing? Well, I'll tell you that life is something different for everyone. If you compare my posts to Ayana's, you'll really get it. And that saying, "life is like a box of chocolates", I just don't get. How can you compare complexity that no one understands to sugar? C'mon! be realistic here!
Humanity is just a sick joke sometimes. There is no such thing as true peace. Seriously, don't even try convincing yourself that. you'll waste your time. However, there may be small moments, so tiny, you might miss them, of tranquility. And that, is why we live. For the short minutes when the storm dies down and you can just breathe.
I bid you goodnight, readers. Have a great day tomorrow, will you? Find your moment of calm.
XoXo,
Maria
Time- Ayana
I'M BACK!!!!
Hiya guys, did you even notice my absence? I hope so, otherwise I would be unloved and I do not like feeling unloved. It feels so... so... so unloving! So hopefully, I am loved and am welcomed back lovingly. Why am I gone? I had some complications that I would rather not tell the world about.
So hmmm... my subject for today? I have to think it's kind of early. How about how fast time goes by or how by a matter of a second, everything can change? Yeah, that sounds good to me.
So, I don't know about you but personally, I love life. I'm not suicidal or depressed which is an extremely good thing. (Random thought: My stomach hurts, I'm kind of hungry. Maybe I should eat breakfast, but I'm not sure if anyone is awake in my house. Hmmm...) Although, some people think I'm anorexic, and trust me, I'm not. I can't imagine starving myself or anything (and just because I am not eating breakfast right at this second does not mean I'm anorexic!!) I actually eat more than my friends do, or just as much at least. And they always call themselves "fat", they are not fat.
But you just have to spend every second you are allotted with the people you love, making the best memories ever. A small, un-tragic example would be at our seventh grade field trip last year, we were all talking and laughing and Bailey and Russell were racing. Next thing we knew we heard a scream and Bailey hurt her eye and it looked really gross.
But trust me, I can give you some very tragic examples as well. Like not too long ago, the third of August. My best friend (Annie's) Aunt died. She had an aneurysm a few days before, but they thought they got her to the hospitable just in time and we thought she would be home soon, in two weeks later the doctors said.
But then, her brain started swelling. They tried to stop it but they couldn't. Rest in peace, Becky, we'll love you forever.
Some more examples? My best friend (Annie again) her father died May 16, 2006 of a heat attack or stroke. My biological father who I had never met but planned on meeting him died March 21, 2005.
(Random thought: Hey look my dad just went to work. *amazed* )
And Annie's family sure has been through a lot, besides her aunt and her father in the last four years her family has also lost Annie's grandmother and Annie's uncle. She's one of the strongest person I know. I feel so bad for her family, of course I have been through a lot as well, but who hasn't? Seriously. There's not a competition or something for: I have it worse than you.
What about those starving children in Africa?! They don't care who has it worse! They don't even have salt or pepper. Can't you just see African kids all lined up saying, "Where's my salt and pepper?" (Heehee inside joke.)
So this seems long and I'll wrap it up.
L for Love-- Ayana
P.S. Ugh stupid spell chack... I DID NOT SPELL MY NAME WRONG!! Gosh, didn't I learn that in preschool? Actually, I think I knew how to spell my name before preschool, but both my names (first and last) are utterly unpronounceable. =/ But I love my name!
Hiya guys, did you even notice my absence? I hope so, otherwise I would be unloved and I do not like feeling unloved. It feels so... so... so unloving! So hopefully, I am loved and am welcomed back lovingly. Why am I gone? I had some complications that I would rather not tell the world about.
So hmmm... my subject for today? I have to think it's kind of early. How about how fast time goes by or how by a matter of a second, everything can change? Yeah, that sounds good to me.
So, I don't know about you but personally, I love life. I'm not suicidal or depressed which is an extremely good thing. (Random thought: My stomach hurts, I'm kind of hungry. Maybe I should eat breakfast, but I'm not sure if anyone is awake in my house. Hmmm...) Although, some people think I'm anorexic, and trust me, I'm not. I can't imagine starving myself or anything (and just because I am not eating breakfast right at this second does not mean I'm anorexic!!) I actually eat more than my friends do, or just as much at least. And they always call themselves "fat", they are not fat.
But you just have to spend every second you are allotted with the people you love, making the best memories ever. A small, un-tragic example would be at our seventh grade field trip last year, we were all talking and laughing and Bailey and Russell were racing. Next thing we knew we heard a scream and Bailey hurt her eye and it looked really gross.
But trust me, I can give you some very tragic examples as well. Like not too long ago, the third of August. My best friend (Annie's) Aunt died. She had an aneurysm a few days before, but they thought they got her to the hospitable just in time and we thought she would be home soon, in two weeks later the doctors said.
But then, her brain started swelling. They tried to stop it but they couldn't. Rest in peace, Becky, we'll love you forever.
Some more examples? My best friend (Annie again) her father died May 16, 2006 of a heat attack or stroke. My biological father who I had never met but planned on meeting him died March 21, 2005.
(Random thought: Hey look my dad just went to work. *amazed* )
And Annie's family sure has been through a lot, besides her aunt and her father in the last four years her family has also lost Annie's grandmother and Annie's uncle. She's one of the strongest person I know. I feel so bad for her family, of course I have been through a lot as well, but who hasn't? Seriously. There's not a competition or something for: I have it worse than you.
What about those starving children in Africa?! They don't care who has it worse! They don't even have salt or pepper. Can't you just see African kids all lined up saying, "Where's my salt and pepper?" (Heehee inside joke.)
So this seems long and I'll wrap it up.
L for Love-- Ayana
P.S. Ugh stupid spell chack... I DID NOT SPELL MY NAME WRONG!! Gosh, didn't I learn that in preschool? Actually, I think I knew how to spell my name before preschool, but both my names (first and last) are utterly unpronounceable. =/ But I love my name!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Rant of Insanity-Maria
I PROMISED I'D POST AGAIN!
I didn't expect it to be today, though.
First things first, I'm disappointed in the usually-fabulous Bill Kaulitz (Tokio Hotel). I still love him, of course, but what is doing to his body is just so...uncool. I seriously screamed when I saw this one:
http://bilder.bild.de/BILD/unterhaltung/leute/2010/07/20/tokio-hotel-bill/bill-nasenring-17049436-mfbq,templateId=renderScaled,property=Bild,height=349.jpg
A SEPTUM PIERCING??! No, no, no! This can't be happening! The boy looks like...like a bull! And that is not attractive! And then the ears! (Those are visible in that pic, too) Three? Why three? Ugh. Who am I to complain? I quite like it on Yu Phoenix of Cinema Bizarre. But I don't think it works on Bill. One more thing. It's rumored that he had his nipples pierced. Why?!?! It's trashy, I think. Just...ewwwww. There? Of all places? His new hair grew on me...so with the piercings? Not the septum or the nipples...I can tell you that. And the poor thing is so thin! Being 6'2", he cant weigh what he does (rumors are going about the exact number, so I'm not sure). I've seen pics on him with Tom on vacation in January of this year. You could count his ribs. I'm starting to worry about him...
And Strify's hair? Why does he do it like that now? It's half black, half blonde. It was fine before, but now it looks really strange. I don't think the style suits his face like his last one did. Although...I'd do anything to have Cinema Bizarre back (they went on a "hiatus" in January)...even if it meant they shaved their heads and dressed in rags. Though I'd be happier if they didn't.
Strify before: http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8650/strify143dy1.jpg
Strify now: http://twitpic.com/1e0rzr/full
Uh...off the topic of frustrations at my favorite celebrities, I was dragged to the zoo today by my parents. In attempt to get a picture of a chicken who was roaming around freely, I was right in front of the thing. What happens? It pulls "cocka-doodle-doo" right in my face. According to my dad, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Nice, huh? And then it followed me around until we left the zoo...teasing me. And it was a chicken. Chicken.
And one last thing, reader(s). I started figure skating early this Summer, taking lessons at the local rink. It's all because of 1) Johnny Weir (Thanks for taking the season off, Johnny. Really, I'm soooooo happy) 2) Ashley Wagner and 3) Stephane Lambiel (And you retired! Again, thanks soooooo much!). Anyway, I'm taking four weeks off to get used to the schedule with seventh grade, as it's really different than the one from sixth. It's kills me to be away from the ice. I should try to get to a public skate...ya know?
Annnnnd...cut! Have an awesome day, reader(s)!
XoXo,
Maria
I didn't expect it to be today, though.
First things first, I'm disappointed in the usually-fabulous Bill Kaulitz (Tokio Hotel). I still love him, of course, but what is doing to his body is just so...uncool. I seriously screamed when I saw this one:
http://bilder.bild.de/BILD/unterhaltung/leute/2010/07/20/tokio-hotel-bill/bill-nasenring-17049436-mfbq,templateId=renderScaled,property=Bild,height=349.jpg
A SEPTUM PIERCING??! No, no, no! This can't be happening! The boy looks like...like a bull! And that is not attractive! And then the ears! (Those are visible in that pic, too) Three? Why three? Ugh. Who am I to complain? I quite like it on Yu Phoenix of Cinema Bizarre. But I don't think it works on Bill. One more thing. It's rumored that he had his nipples pierced. Why?!?! It's trashy, I think. Just...ewwwww. There? Of all places? His new hair grew on me...so with the piercings? Not the septum or the nipples...I can tell you that. And the poor thing is so thin! Being 6'2", he cant weigh what he does (rumors are going about the exact number, so I'm not sure). I've seen pics on him with Tom on vacation in January of this year. You could count his ribs. I'm starting to worry about him...
And Strify's hair? Why does he do it like that now? It's half black, half blonde. It was fine before, but now it looks really strange. I don't think the style suits his face like his last one did. Although...I'd do anything to have Cinema Bizarre back (they went on a "hiatus" in January)...even if it meant they shaved their heads and dressed in rags. Though I'd be happier if they didn't.
Strify before: http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/8650/strify143dy1.jpg
Strify now: http://twitpic.com/1e0rzr/full
Uh...off the topic of frustrations at my favorite celebrities, I was dragged to the zoo today by my parents. In attempt to get a picture of a chicken who was roaming around freely, I was right in front of the thing. What happens? It pulls "cocka-doodle-doo" right in my face. According to my dad, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Nice, huh? And then it followed me around until we left the zoo...teasing me. And it was a chicken. Chicken.
And one last thing, reader(s). I started figure skating early this Summer, taking lessons at the local rink. It's all because of 1) Johnny Weir (Thanks for taking the season off, Johnny. Really, I'm soooooo happy) 2) Ashley Wagner and 3) Stephane Lambiel (And you retired! Again, thanks soooooo much!). Anyway, I'm taking four weeks off to get used to the schedule with seventh grade, as it's really different than the one from sixth. It's kills me to be away from the ice. I should try to get to a public skate...ya know?
Annnnnd...cut! Have an awesome day, reader(s)!
XoXo,
Maria
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Chicken Update-Maria
Hello!
WE HAVE A FOLLOWER! JENNA! I SPEAK FOR BOTH ANYANA AND MYSELF WHEN I SAY: WE LOVE YOU!!!
Ahem.
Now, about that chicken.
It's been about a week. Guess what, readers? THE POLICE STILL DIDN'T COME!!!
Glad I'm not dying.
Anyway...a few teenagers were driving down our road and saw the chicken. The guy comes to our door while his girlfriend picks up the chicken and comes down. She says she has chickens at home, and she and her mom would figure out what to do with it. Than you, whoever you are. You saved the life of a chicken who could have gotten hit by a car.
So, as far as I know, our little friend is safe and sound. This, again, is a short update. I'll try to blog again this week.
Have an awesome day, everyone!
XoXo,
Maria
WE HAVE A FOLLOWER! JENNA! I SPEAK FOR BOTH ANYANA AND MYSELF WHEN I SAY: WE LOVE YOU!!!
Ahem.
Now, about that chicken.
It's been about a week. Guess what, readers? THE POLICE STILL DIDN'T COME!!!
Glad I'm not dying.
Anyway...a few teenagers were driving down our road and saw the chicken. The guy comes to our door while his girlfriend picks up the chicken and comes down. She says she has chickens at home, and she and her mom would figure out what to do with it. Than you, whoever you are. You saved the life of a chicken who could have gotten hit by a car.
So, as far as I know, our little friend is safe and sound. This, again, is a short update. I'll try to blog again this week.
Have an awesome day, everyone!
XoXo,
Maria
Monday, August 2, 2010
Life Lessons #2-Maria
Hi everyone! (Do we have anyone...?)
Across the street, there is a farm. Right now, there is a large white chicken in my driveway. It's been there for about eight hours now. Mom and I went over to the farm about two hours ago, to see if it was his chicken. The family who own the farm was out, so their farmhand was sitting on the porch and keeping an eye on things. Or not. After an extremely brief conversation, we discovered the chicken was not the farm's. Then whose is it?
Mom and I retreated to the safety of our home. Mom first called my dad, and then the police station. The gentleman on the phone said that the police would take care of it. Ha-ha.
What's my life lesson, you ask?
Mom called an hour and twenty minutes ago. The police still have yet to come around. A pizza could have come faster than this! Five pizzas! Five! Only in America, yeah? So, if my house is ever being robbed, and the robber is trying to kill me, I'm going to order myself a pizza.
Some lady in a minivan just beeped her horn at the thing. What's that going to do? People have been stopping all day to look at it. Not help it. Just look.
This fluffy chicken is still on the side of the road, dodging cars. I think it's digging a hole. What's it going to do when it's dark out? Anyone have suggestions that Mom and I could try to do so the chicken doesn't die?
Well, let's see where this goes, readers. I'll blog the outcome.
Make the end of your day great for me, okay?
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. Sorry that this is quite short.
Across the street, there is a farm. Right now, there is a large white chicken in my driveway. It's been there for about eight hours now. Mom and I went over to the farm about two hours ago, to see if it was his chicken. The family who own the farm was out, so their farmhand was sitting on the porch and keeping an eye on things. Or not. After an extremely brief conversation, we discovered the chicken was not the farm's. Then whose is it?
Mom and I retreated to the safety of our home. Mom first called my dad, and then the police station. The gentleman on the phone said that the police would take care of it. Ha-ha.
What's my life lesson, you ask?
Mom called an hour and twenty minutes ago. The police still have yet to come around. A pizza could have come faster than this! Five pizzas! Five! Only in America, yeah? So, if my house is ever being robbed, and the robber is trying to kill me, I'm going to order myself a pizza.
Some lady in a minivan just beeped her horn at the thing. What's that going to do? People have been stopping all day to look at it. Not help it. Just look.
This fluffy chicken is still on the side of the road, dodging cars. I think it's digging a hole. What's it going to do when it's dark out? Anyone have suggestions that Mom and I could try to do so the chicken doesn't die?
Well, let's see where this goes, readers. I'll blog the outcome.
Make the end of your day great for me, okay?
XoXo,
Maria
P.s. Sorry that this is quite short.
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