When life gives you lemons, squeeze them in people's eyes and RUN! :)

Honestly, think about it. If someone gives you a hard time, why take it? Why not stand up to them? I think that sometimes, we push things aside too much (or at least I do) and just take things from people that I shouldn't have to take. It's time to stand up for myself.

Sorry about not posting in a while, I've been on Spring Break, and other things have gotten in the way of my blogging. School has been hectic lately. :/ Anyway, have you ever met someone that annoys you so much, you can barely stand to be around them? I know someone like that. Bree, Cate, you may know who I'm speaking of. Here's a hint in case you don't know: Our teacher gets annoyed by him, too! But, anyway, I'll try to post a longer blog later. Lots to do!

I just got my grade back for my latest test in Dr. Ritter's class. I made an 88!!! His tests are SO hard. And I was SO sick when I took it. But hallelujah! :) :) :)

I really don't have the time to blog, but I HAD to celebrate!

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My baby cousin, Noah, wants to send you guys a message: hhb c 005

There's nothing like a couple of days home sick that make you realize how immature you can be. How snide your comments can be. How stupid things seems, things that you used to think were this HUGE deal. I've layed on the couch for the past couple days, just...thinking. And, you know, I've come to a couple of conclusions that have made me more mature, more smart, stronger. I'm happy and PROUD to admit that I was able to make a couple of changes that made me feel more like a woman instead of a little girl. Emotional and thinking changes. Changes that make me feel better about myself. Simply because now, I can look in the mirror and say, "You've changed. You LOOK the same, but your mind and emotions are different." Instead of getting angry at someone over something I have NO control over and saying bad, hurtful things, instead, I should just think it over, close my eyes, and pray. I thought I was mature, but I've learned in the past couple days that I had some growing up to do. Growing up to do. Yes, that's it. Growing up so that I can see myself in a new light. Growing up so that I can become closer to God. Because that's what I NEED. So that I can walk in the path that He's meant for me to follow.

A prayer:

Dear Lord,
I am an immature girl. I need to grow up. And I've seen that you've opened my eyes the past couple days to make me more mature. Instead of being angry or upset, or sad over something or someone I can't change or know I can't possibly get to even know how much I like them, I should be happy with the things that happen in their life that make THEM happy. Thanks, God, for opening my eyes!

And so, I sit here, writing my 15th post, feeling the cold on my feet, watching the rain outside my window.

I've grown up. Oh! How I've grown up in the time span of three days.

Other than that...

I want to go dance in the rain (oh, even though I'm already sick...yeah. Maybe that's not such a good idea).

I want to sing at the top of my lungs.

THANK GOD, I have felt better today. I went to the computer and turned on my music. Listening to Rihanna and the Jonas Brothers (don't you DARE laugh! They make me smile and I love to sing along. Nick's my favorite, even though he's five years younger than me. That boy can SING!!!!!).

Nothing makes you feel better like praying and music. Woop!

I need a break. I need a break so I can breathe. I need a break so I can think about things. I need a break PERIOD. Things are so hectic. I think one thing is going okay, and then it just changes. Maybe I should get used to things not always turning out the way I want them to. I need to face it, I guess.

Does everyone go through times when it seems like when you think things are going your way, they all change?

The two guys I was talking about? Well, yeah. Not working out. One was acting all crazy, which weirded me out, and the other one...well, long story. :(

Blah.

:(

"So this ain't the end,
I say you again, today,
I had to turn my heart away.
Smile like the sun,
Kisses for everyone,
In tails,
It never fails.
You're lying so low in the weeds,
I bet you're gonna ambush me,
You got me down, down, down
On my knees,
Now wouldn't ya, barracuda."
-Heart- Barracuda

There's just something about old music that stirs something in me. It makes me want to write some lyrics that will stir people just as much. It just seems like singers and musicians in the 50s, 60s, 70s, and even some 80s felt their music so much more than musicians today, and that's really sad. I know of very few singers or bands that actually act like they FEEL what they're singing, like they actually put the emotion into it, and that's what makes the music so amazing. Of course, it helps if the singer/bands write their own songs, but even THAT is heard to find now days.

Take Etta James, for example. If you've ever listened to her voice, THAT voice, you'll know that that woman put all her heart and soul into her music. She felt every word she sang. And Peggy Lee. Her voice had every sultry quality that her music had. The lyrics...and that voice. And what about Billie Holiday? Lady Soul. It's obvious how she got the name Lady Soul. Obvious. And Ella Fitzgerald. And Dusty Springfield, Janis Joplin. Why can't musicians be like that NOW? I know when I write a song and sing it, I can FEEL what I sing, and that's what makes it so amazing,t he fact that I can put every single emotion, and every single idea into a song, and let it pour out.

Other than that, our next photography assignment is Feet. I don't think I should have a problem with that, especially considering the fact that I am well obsessed with baby feet and toes. They're so cute! :)

So, remember yesterday I posted that entry about a boy? I am not confused about that anymore. I see now that his immaturity is something I didn't need. I should have seen the warning signs...I should I have listened to everyone else. I shouldn't have thought they were just being judgemental. They were looking out for me, because they are my FRIENDS. And I'm sorry to everyone who might have thought I was being rude or anything. I understand now you just wanted to protect me, to make me understand that he wasn't something I needed...or wanted.

Thanks.

Dear Boy,

I don't know what you want, and apparently, neither do you. Are we just friends, or is it something more? I don't need no one. I'm a one girl show. I'm an independent wrecking force. I hate clinginess, so, needless to say, I'm not a clingy girl. I won't stand and wait by the door for you to open it for me. I'll get it myself. I'm a complete Bella until I find my Edward, the perfect gentleman who knows what he wants, a girl who can do things for herself, who isn't afraid of independence.

Dear Boy,

You seem to be stuck between two people, and honestly, even though at first, I thought it'd be nice if you chose me, now...I'm beginning to wonder.

Dear Boy,

Make up your mind, and when you do, call me. No, no, I'll call YOU. I'll be at home strumming my guitar.