Wednesday, June 30, 2010
2. Kick something till you giggle.
3. Scream into your pillow until you can feel the heat in your cheeks and you need to take in a deep breath.
4. Splash water onto your face.
5. Draw a scary picture and make it into something hilarious.
6. Tear said picture into shreds if desired. Then step on it.
7. Read one of your favorite childhood books aloud, in a happy voice that your parents would use.
8. Blast crazy music and jump on your bed.
9. Think over the bad things that happened to you, and then think about how much worse it could have been.
10. Eat a banana, because someone I know once told me that bananas are supposed to relax you.
11. Wear something outrageous and walk around your front yard like that.
12. Look up Good Riddance lyrics. Read (or sing) them aloud to the actual song until you get the meaning of it.
13. Save a spider.
14. Eat chocolate.
15. Find a picture of your enemy, and bury it.
16. Call your grandparents to just talk.
17. Watch Elf. Need I say more?
18. Understand that someone else has probably experienced the same thing your going through right now. Cute, right? The frog?
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I never want the things I've worked so hard for and the things I love to ever leave me. It's a scary thing, knowing that fate is out of your reach, and there's nothing you can ever do about it. But I'll cross my fingers, bite my lip, and close my eyes, hoping the universe knows what it's doing.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
1. Trying blueberry soda (as well as strawberry). So good!
2. Having a private beach right near my hotel
3. I'm obsessed with organic stuff. You wouldn't believe how extreme I am about it (for example, I refuse to drink regular milk, because it isn't organic). Anyway, the bathroom in our room was stocked with ORGANIC soap and body gel. Yeeeee!
4. Eating lunch at a sandwich and coffee shop almost every day. Yum!
5. Being in a jewelry shop in town, where I made two necklaces for myself, and one for my grandma
6. Riding bikes around town to get to places
7. Trying clam strips for the first time (yes, I'm going to be a Sophomore, and I've never tried clam strips before this. See, I told you I'm hardcore about organic things)
8. I'm in love with the sandals I bought, I wish I could show you
9. Not having to straighten my hair! It wasn't as bad as I thought overall.
10. Appreciating how much I love my own room at home! My space is mine:)
Aaaannnd... that's it.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Everyday things are picked up by children and brought home to put on her bookshelf or his nightstand.
Everyday, a clam or maybe a small snail dies.
When you think about it enough, it's pretty morbid.
Bringing home with you, the skeleton of something once living.
Something we all consider beautiful.
And while doing this, I can't help but mutter, "Rest in peace".
Monday, June 21, 2010
It's crazy how some girls try so hard to fit in with everyone else. It's crazy how much drama is in their lives. Cliques, boys, clothes... It makes me wonder...
Friday, June 18, 2010
Where everyone is blurred around the edges
Like a crack in an old mirror
Or sea glass or maybe a brooch missing its rhinestones.
Take me to my haven
Where everyone's got a story to tell
Through a grinning mouth of cutely crooked teeth
With their eyes lit up
The whole time.
Take me to my haven
Where imperfections are gifts and oppritunities
And your great grandmother's clothes are the choice of dress.
Where sweet children are innocent
And lick great lollypops on long wooden sticks
And don't know everything out there.
Take me to my haven
My sweet distant haven.
Where animals are equal and can tell you secrets.
Take me to my haven
Where I'll get there curled up and floating away.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I can't wait to get out of school, but in a way, I'm going to miss what I've gone through this year. At the begining of the year, I wanted to be preppy and grow my bangs out to my cheek. My top Christmas wish was to get Uggs (which I did). During late fall and winter, all I did was listen to Green Day every day and mope around the house. In the winter, I wanted to be punk. In the early year, I loved my shoulder length hair that was always so silky soft and shiny, as well as Hayley Williams-ish. Now, I somewhat like my curly hair. Punk and vintage is cool to me. I want Vans next year. I am obsessed with Grunge music. I love Celtic necklaces and owl necklaces. I've changed so much this year. Who am I, really?...
Top things I'll miss from each of the following classes:
Art: the two Seniors a table over from me that always have something funny to say, listening to other people's gossip, while I paint :)
English: this is wierd, the the click-clacking of my teacher's heeled shoes
French: my teacher in general, she's so nice!
History: the fact that whenever we're doing our work, our teacher blasts awesome punk/ grunge music
Gym: hm, not much, but if I AM being positive, I'd have to say walking down in the field where the baseball field is
Math: the smell of the classroom. it always smells like fresh-cut grass and clean cotton
Science: whenever my teacher gets into one of his "Well, scientifically speaking..." discussions
Besides me complaining, it's been a good year. Somewhat.
I love this picture, by the way...
Monday, June 7, 2010
Clean oil-soaked birds, or kill them? One scientist argues putting the birds "out of their misery."
Are you seriously, seriously kidding me? This German scientist thinks these poor creatures should just die, instead of get cleaned with a little Dawn? WHAT!!!? Who is this guy? So should I dump some oil on him, and then just say Okay, lets kill you now.
"He doesn't look a thing like Jesus..."
Well, after seeing that, I simply turned the laptop off, and cried. So I told my mom about it, and she said I could donate money to the Gulf of Mexico to clean the birds. She looked up a charity to donate to. I'll post the link sometime tomorrow.
What do you think? Should the birds just die?
"The innocent will never last..."...NOT!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
I haven't always been like this. I used to crave the burning feeling I got in my legs running or pushing myself up a steep hill on my bike. And I still do. I just can't.
It's not that easy to explain, simply spelled out. My mom says it's normal, my brother says it's lazy. But I think it's something else.
Everywhere I go, I feel as if the ground is trying to suck me into the gravel and devower (I didn't spell that right) me whole on the spot. I feel gray. But gray isn't always the same for all people. So I'll tell you what "gray" is to me. It's tired. I'm always tired, as if just keeping my eyes open is too much. I want to get better. I really do.
I blame it on school. I hate school. But I know I'll miss it. Why does that always happen to me?
Sorry for this post. I'm confused now.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Q: Who are you?
A: 1. My internet name is Jade. I chose this because it was the second option my mom would've named me.
2. I'm fifteen years old. Some say I'm an old soul from another land. And sometimes, I believe them.
3. I have very wild curly hair that I'm always trying to straighten and keep smooth, but somewhere, my hair always seems to curl again.
4. Purple is my favorite color.
5.My favorite bands are Green Day, Nirvana, The Smashing Pumpkins, The Cranberries, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, No Doubt, Lady Gaga, The Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and Heart. I love radio 92.9 and 100.1 to pieces. The rest (most of it) is junk.
5. I'm always trying to figure out who I am.
6. I'm always analyzing.
7. I love black tea.
8. I love where I live, all the windy roads and trees.
9. I love to write, paint, and draw.
10. I hate school. Don't get me wrong, I love to learn. It's the school atmosphere I don't like. I feel like a prisoner there. *Sighs* When, summer, when are you coming back?
So, that's one little piece to my puzzle.