People

I have been thinking a lot about people and why they do what they do.
I think about this often, actually, simply because it interests me.
Obviously people do a lot of what they do just because it is the norm.
Everyone has a Facebook, everyone likes photography and being quirky (which seems to have actually created a counter effect in which everyone's quirks seem to be the exact same).
Culture influences the things we do. Perfect example: the trend in Asia where everyone and his dog was getting silicone injected into his head. We (Americans) think that is strange. For them it was probably just another trend.
One thing I wonder about people, though, is why we as a race tend to resist change.
Change is literally an element of nature. It exists in the very core of the universe.
Day becomes night, summer becomes fall which in turn becomes winter and so on.
Change happens. It just does.
People grow up.
Friends lose touch, people move on.
So why in the world do we refuse to let things happen the way they should?
We think that our current situation is so good before we even remotely experience something different.
Change is beautiful.
The wisest boy I've ever met once told me that the fact that people change is what makes them wonderful.

I am so gosh dang happy.
So happy.

Just a thought.

I wish people would understand that believing in something doesn't give them the right to disrespect what other people believe in.
People define something as truth and treat it as if it is law. We tend to forget that truth is always subjective to different points of views. Your truth isn't always going to be the same by everyone else's standards.
People think that discrimination is better now than it was back in the day, but treating someone's religion like a joke is just as disgusting as calling homosexuality a disease.
When will the human race see that the universe doesn't revolve around them? When will we open our eyes and realize that there are different cultures and people and the fact that we don't understand something doesn't make it wrong?

B O R E dum

I have nothing to post about but I felt like posting so here we are.
I have to go to work in an hour.
I want to stay home and sleep.
cool. 

THIS POST IS ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT I JUST LOVE KURT COBAIN SO MUCH

I thought I'd write something to just recognize the fact that yesterday was my favorite person's death day. I would've written this yesterday, but I was quite swamped with temple trips, irrelevant mythology assignments and work.

Look at this little baby

I've already written a little bit about why I love Kurt so much on his birthday back in February on Instagram.
I grew up listening to the grunge rock sound, so I've always dug Nirvana's stuff.
But if you know me, you know I go through bursts of obsessing over things.
(I'm currently obsessing over folk and letsplayers)
So back around October I had a little grunge phase and wore lots of gray and camo and it lasted like four months.
Those months changed my freaking life.
Now, don't get me wrong, I still die a little when I remember that this man shot himself 19 years ago and I'll never get to hear his music with Dave and Krist in concert.
And I still love those three with my whole heart.
I always feel heartbroken when I think about how Nirvana's career was just lifting off and he could have completely changed the music industry that is currently run by legless horses.
It puts one into a completely new perspective to think about how one, ONE bad depression episode ended it all.
You make a mistake and it's all over.

Let me know if anyone makes a time machine so I can head on over to the MTV unplugged session with this little piece of perfection. And also every single over concert he went to with Krist.

Kurt, I love you so dang much. Thank you for pursuing music and becoming my hero.

S'not for everyone, sooo I get it if you don't wanna listen to the song of the day. But Incesticide is my favorite album.

The all about me box had a character limit.

I recognize the fact that I am imperfect.
I understand that I have neither a skinny or athletic body.
The fact that I suffer from an abnormally high amount of anxiety as well as depression often occurs to me.
My hair is short despite the fact that guys seem to prefer girls with long flowing hair.
I'd rather spend an hour watching my favorite LPer on YouTube than watch Gossip Girl or Vampire Diaries.
I feel like if I ever met the people I watch on YouTube I would be more comfortable than I am around my closest friends.
I like to be alone more than I like to be with people, and if I were to choose my favorite person to be around, it's my brother.
In fact, I am alone so often that I sometimes wonder if the places inside my head are actually reality and everything outside is fabricated.
These thoughts are often confirmed after I leave a large gathering of people, when it feels like everything that just happened was a figment of my imagination. When I go home from parties like that, I feel comfortable again. Alone, in my room, listening to Cry reading me some ghost stories.
I would rather listen to Kurt Cobain screeching into my ears than Taylor Swift. Who also does her fair amount of screeching.
I have plenty of self esteem issues.
These are things that I am working on getting over.
I get average grades.
I only have very few people that I actually consider friends. I love these people a lot, but do not trust them fully to love me.
I am guarded, and I understand that this is one of the reasons people leave me. And that is okay.
I honestly have no idea where I see myself in a year and that terrifies me.
I am unhappy, and I know this is another reason people leave me.
In all honesty, that is just how I am. Whether or not people like me is their decision, and it's not something I have time to care about right now.
So, thanks for reading about me. You're pretty cool.


song of ze day

I have writers block for this title.

So, I started my very first painting ever today, acrylic on canvas. Completion photos will be uploaded. In the mean time, check out this crappy progress picture that I took on my iPod.

Goodnight loves.

Song of the day

My Hurr

Hi. I cut all of my hair off. People keep asking me why.
Here's the thing.
My favorite hobby is art.
Especially sculpting.
And my hair would always get in the way and I always ALWAYS lose pony tails.
Also, people don't seem to understand that hair is literally just a bunch of dead cells sitting there on your head.
And they just sit there.
And we obsess over how long it is and if it's shiny or greasy or blonde, brown, pink, whatever.
BUT DOES IT REALLY MATTER?
Hair isn't going to affect how well you do in school.
It won't affect your career choice (unless you go into hair school I guess.)
It won't choose your religious orientation.
So why in the heck do we whine and cry and beg our parents to let us get extensions when in the end, when we're rotting in our grave it's just going to fall off and decay inside the ground.
So, in order to live a less materialistic lifestyle, I cut it all off.
I guess adding to that, my Ipod was stolen today.
Sooo I'll have to some how live without it until I have the money to buy a new one.
Thanks for reading I would marry you but I'm under age so ya know.


Song of the day <-- don't pay attention to the lyrics in the video for this song. Some of them are incorrect.