The Bright Side

I've forgotten what the still, stiff air of summer feels like.

Not that I miss it.

It's been super windy lately.

I can't tell if this hot, "spring" weather is irritating me, or making me happy.

I honestly only like the summer weather for two things: no school and swimming.

But it's February.
Nobody has gotten around to cleaning pools, or even uncovering them.
The water at the lake or beach is more than likely still freezing cold.

So no swimming.

Did I mention it's February? So that means I still have to go to school.

Besides complaining of the heat, the title of this post has a point, as most of my posts do. (I said MOST, not all. Keep that in mind for future use.)

I had someone close to me compare the clouds today.
On one side, dark gray storm clouds.
On the other, bright white, puffy clouds, sunshine, and blue skies.

I was kinda glaring up at the sky, having had a horrible headache almost the whole time I'd been at school till that point.
They noticed and made the comment "There's always a bright side."
In my irritated state, I retorted grumpily, "I was thinking the opposite of that."
And the response I got?

"Yeah, but there's still a bright side."

And that got me thinking.
And when I start thinking about something, I don't stop thinking about it until the subject has been thoroughly examined from every angle.
(Unless it has to do with school. I rarely enjoy the subjects taught to me.)

The bright side.
What does that even mean?
Well, think of the dark side of the moon.
We never see it, but it has to be there because we see the side that reflects sunlight.
But that's the point I'm getting at.
We don't see the dark side of the moon, even though it's there.

Yeah, you could say I've been feeling a little down lately.
But it's gotten a lot better.

So what am I getting at?
Who knows? (that seems to be a popular line with me lately. Cause I sure don't know. Not yet at least.)

So look at the bright side of things. It could ALWAYS be worse, no matter what you think.

If you're thinking you aren't smart, well, you have the mind of Christ.
If you think you're fat or ugly or imperfect, think about this: God made us in HIS image. We can't GET any more perfect than that.

There's always something to look forward to.

Always.

What's Going On?

I was going to write about the roller skating party I went to last night, but decided against it.
So, instead....
I've started writing again.
Like, legit writing.
Poetry, my stories, even random little things...

It feels awesome, sort of like diving into a pool when it's almost 100 degress outside.

Refreshing, calming, and a little exciting.

To get all this started, I wrote something specific.

I didn't just start writing something random that popped into my head, either. It's something I've had in my head for YEARS, and routinely rewrite and such.

Why do I love writing so much, you ask?

Well.

You know that feeling when you're watching a TV show, and you're really into it?
And then the dog barks, or the cat jumps in your lap, or a family member calls your name?

That's how it feels to be writing, and then look up, and realize you weren't really there, with the characters, but sitting at your desk, pencil in hand, or laptop open.

Writing is a lot different from reading though.
When you read, somebody else's ideas lead you through this amazing journey.
But when you make the path for that journey YOURSELF?
Well, it's nothing short of amazing.

Even if you don't like writing stories or anything, writing poetry is just as fun.

You start a rhythym, and rhyming words (or not rhyming, if you like writing free verse) becomes a breeze.
Everything starts to fit together, and then you sit back, poem finished, and smile at your handiwork.
You reread it, change a word or two here, rephrase a line there, and then your poem seems like perfection.

Yeah, I'm ranting again, as always.

People just don't understand why people like me love writing.
It's a hobby, and escape, it's just...fun.

Maybe one day, the world will learn to appreciate those of us who consider ourselves writers/ authors.

Until then, hats off to you fellow writers.
And go enjoy a cup of coffee. You deserve it.

Let's Get Rich and Buy Our Parents Homes....

Sometimes you just want to sit back, and lose yourself in music and writing.

And trust me, sometimes you just need to disappear. Sometimes, you need something that will take all of your attention, something you'll sink into, and when you look up, you realize two hours have gone by.

Sometimes you need to be submerged into another world.

Actually, I'm not sure how other people out there feel about such things. This blog is about my feelings, remember?

Well, I'm telling you that sometimes, it is okay to lose yourself in reading or writing or drawing or painting or listening to music or making music. It's a healthy stress relief.

And we all have at least a little stress.

So right now, as my exhausted mind recovers from a busy weekend, I'm listening to a playlist on grooveshark, with mostly Ingrid Michaelson and Owl City. (Even though my favorite genre is heavy metal,  if you can believe it.)

It's mostly slow, sad sounding songs, but they make me happy. But that's just how it works in this maze of a mind.

Recently, I've been randomly inspired with several ideas for stories, and even the will to finish reading all those books I started to read and reread before Christmas....

(a few of you know how ironic this is ;) )

I can't wait to start writing again...
I've missed it. A lot.

Speaking of, we're starting poetry in English. THAT makes me excited.

You see, I lovelovelove writing short stories and the beginnings and excerpts from what I wish would become novels...But poetry, no matter how much I used to despise it, seems to be exactly what my brain does best. I find myself rhyming words and spilling my sad thoughts or happy moments into six, seven, or eight syllable lines....

It's amazing.
And even though Shakespeare is as boring as you-know-what, I love his sonnets. And even parts of Romeo and Juliet or Julies Caesar.

I'm excited to see how other people let loose their thoughts using words like me.

I might even let Mr. Bell read so of my work....

Nah. He isn't ready for that yet :D

Friends

I have the overwhelming urge to watch Tokyo Mew Mew.
You know, that old(er) anime show?
I love that show.
For that matter, I love the mangas too.

Anyways, why do I love it?
Well, for one thing, I just love manga and anime in general. Is that bad? Well, if it is, too bad. Because I LOVE them.
Another reason is the theme song.
Yes, I said the THEME SONG.

"If we band together like birds of a feather, we'll be friends forever, going up, up, up."

After some googling, I learned that's from Mew Mew Power.
It's actually in English.
It's been forever since I've seen it......

Ahem. It's an adorable show. The characters are so cute!
Most anime shows are like that.
(Which is another reason why I love them.)

I love that line from the theme song though.

Basically, if you stick together, nothing can break you apart, and you'll just get stronger.

Several quotes come to mind:
"Two heads are better than one."
"Birds of a feather stick together."

Etcetera, etcetera.

The point I'm getting to is a simple one: I love my friends.

Though I have mutiple trust issues, yet they prove themselves repeatedly, and still I can call them when I need someone to talk to, or cry with.
I love you guys :DD
A lot.

So that's my mini-rant about friends.

Who are yours? Your TRUE friends?

Back Again

Why, hello there.

Six days have gone by.
Oops?

Oh well.
I'm back.

And here to talk about the weather!
(Because this blog IS technically about my thoughts. So there.)

Today, the weather here is absolutely perfect. Chilly, slightly foggy, gray and cloudy, and rainy.
I love depressing weather. Not because I'm depressed. God, no.

Today was the best day ever. I was in a fantastic mood all day, and when it was raining this afternoon, before my fifth period class, I took the loooong way, walking around the cafeteria, and splashed around in the puddles, and even danced in the rain.
I. Had. A. Blast.

Sure, I got some REALLY weird looks, but I merely waved at those people, gave cheery 'hello's and continued to dance.

And then I skipped right into NJROTC, and grinned at everyone, and even invited a friend to play in the puddles with me afterwards.

I had a great day.

Just thought I'd spread the love ;)

Writer's Block Quitter

I'm getting into the habit of two posts a day XD
I guess I DO like writing. A lot.

Speaking of....
I miss my characters. My plots. My stories.....
-sigh-

Why do I miss them?
Because of I'm what the title says: a writer's block quitter.
Every time I hit a bump in the road and am unable to come up with anything decent, I just kind of lose my will to write. What a terrible thing, too.
I should really do something about that.

Though I repeat names for characters quite often, they all mean something different to me.

I miss the newest characters: Charlie and her twin brother, Finn, and Sammy, and their tragic story spanning three weeks. Alec and Elliot and the action-y taste of their story. Insane James, quiet Jenna, the genius Miles.

Older characters: Christianna (Ian) and her impossible story. Marie and Ryan and the sickness rapidly spreading across a story of what resembles zombies.

NaNoWriMo characters: Charlie (but she's different than the other Charlie) and Danny and Ashur.

Most of all, I miss Evie and Will and Brandon and Hannah and Jordan and Colin and Sean and the rest of them. My favorite story, the one I've been working on for six years. Yes, six. I had the idea for two, wrote for two, quit for another two, and in the past two years, I've actually tried to get it somewhere. I want it published so bad....

-sigh-

I should really stop giving up.
And maybe share my talents with the world sometime.
Maybe I dedicate a whole blog to something I've written...

Maybe not.

Black Out

So, today, I WAS supposed to go to school.
Yeah. That didn't happen.

Reason One: I coughed most of the night before finally slipping into a very fitful sleep around two-thirty AM.

And the big reason?

First off, have any of you ever blacked out before? Scary stuff. I can now honestly say I have.

So I'm in the shower, minding my own business, right? And I get a little dizzy and decide it's time to stop enjoying myself and get out and eat breakfast. I wrap up in my towel, and then start to -painfully- dry heave. I call for Mum (side note: Yes, I do indeed call my mother 'Mum.')
Fuzzy vision, extreme lightheadedness, the whole bit. Mum gets me one step out of the shower before I completely black out.

When I come to my senses again, I'm on the bathroom floor with no idea how I ended up there, my worried mother pretty much freaking out over me. I roll over to the toilet, and vomit three or four times.

What a lovely experience.

Why am I blogging about this, you ask? Well... There's not much else to blog about, for one thing. For another thing, it was an adventure. I lovelovelove adventures.

(And in case you were wondering, I'm fine. Besides the vomiting, I thought it was pretty cool...despite not being able to go to school.)