Monday, September 19, 2011

IMA BLOGGER...

This will be like my 5th blog today, but that’s okay. I know I probably seem like I have no life at all, but I really just started to talk to myself a lot, and it would always be something deep or something that I just wouldn’t think about if I really tried to think about it, it would just come to me at times when I was bored and started talking to myself, so I decided that whenever I felt like I had something on my mind I would write it down so I won’t forget. I always keep notebooks with me, just because that’s how much I think about things that are worth sharing with the world. LOL
So I just finished my hair because I wanted it to look BOMB because my mom took away all of my makeup so I really felt ugly today, but atleast now my hair will look good. Plus I haven’t even worn my bangs since school started and I don’t want them to grow out then I realize I haven’t even worn them, so I’m definitely going to wear them out tomorrow! And I haven’t really explored with different hairstyles either, I've just been sticking to the same thing. I hate when I do that, because then I feel a little weird changing my style, but at the same time I love the attention and I love when people notice that I've made even a slight change in my appearance. It just makes me feel good and everyone loves to feel good!
So that’s kind of my thing, I love exclamation points and big capital letters. But I hate loud people, and I never, everrrr would be loud in my life.
As a matter of fact, I remember one time I was at the movies with my friends Jasmine, Tianna, and this other girl named Sydney who I really disliked. But anyway, we were at the movies and I was really only planning on being there with Jasmine and Tianna, but then I regretted even going. The way that I was raised, by not necessarily my parents, but my brothers especially is to never be obnoxious and loud. We were waiting to get picked up for like 2 hours, and throughout those two hours the movies were packed because it was a Friday. We were basically people watching the whole time, and there were some boys that were cute that all 3 of the girls I was with couldn’t get their eyes off of. Maybe because all my brothers are good looking and I know how annoying it was to them when little immature girls would just stare at them, or maybe just because I have common sense, I've never in my life stared at a boy because he was “cute”. That makes you look stupid, immature, and desperate. I've always been a lady and I might glance at them but if I really think they’re bomb I’ll approach them, or stop staring.
But these boys were bomb, and those girls I was with were just too loud about it. They were staring and giggling, it was so ridiculous! I just stared at my phone the whole time because they looked pathetic. They were yelling out things like “Damnnnn” or just saying stupid little remarks or pick up lines and I just had to think, like what grade am I in and what grade are they in? It was so embarrassing especially because those boys were with girls too, and although they all looked like just friends it doesn’t matter like those girls were probably looking at us like we were jealous of them or something. The girls I was with probably were jealous, though.
So I wrote out that whole story just to tell you how much I hate being around loud people.

Word of the Week.

When you're in love with someone or something to the point where you can’t even imagine being without it, you know your too in love. To me, love is scary. Because if you are so in love with something or someone that can be taken away from you in a second, then isn’t that scary? It’s so scary to me that I can’t even think about it. And sense I don’t think about it, I don’t ever want it to happen, because I wouldn’t be prepared even a little bit. I’m afraid of death. I used to not be, but I am. I’m more afraid of someone else’s death than my own, but at the same time, I’m very afraid of my own. I keep thinking about, one day when I’m old and wrinkly I’ll think about my life and how it was just a blink of an eye until I’m that old. From 13 to 80 in a blink of an eye. But its real and its crazy to even imagine.
I guess you could say the word of the week is: imagine.

Imagination.

When you’re in too deep that you might as well keep going because it’ll be too much work to get out.
 Or you can’t imagine getting out.
You never want to be to the point where you can’t imagine something. Whether you can’t imagine dying, or you can’t imagine living forever. You should always be able to imagine something. If you can’t, then try. Anything is imaginable. Imagination is the brighter part of life.
Theories are all over the world. A huge question that no one on this Earth can completely prove, is how did we get here? Who created us?
I had a dream one time that there was a club, and this guy walked out of the club and looked at Earth as if he was checking on a kid. He made sure certain things were certain ways, then went back into the club and resumed his partying.I imagine that that was God. And that God is really in a world that is just like ours, and that he was a genius or something, and that he made the world. Now we are a world, and at some point maybe a genius will make another world. And it continues on. Maybe there really is no such thing as an end. There may not be an end to life, ever. Maybe after you die, you go to Gods world, and then you go to the world in which a genius created Gods world, and so on.
But that’s my imagination, and I think I have an amazing, reliable, imagination. Anything is possible with your imagination, and it doesn’t hurt to believe. It hurts you, whether you admit or not, to think about death and nothing after that. If death is just death and you die and you’re gone forever. That’s something that if you really tried to think about it, your mind won’t let you. The thought of that could possibly kill you already.