Life Doesn't Stop For Anyone

.....hello! I've just remembered I made this blog a couple of years ago. Freshman year. Oh how things have changed. I never thought my life would play out like this...never thought i'd be dealt such an unlucky hand of cards. You know how people say "enjoy life today and live life without regrets because you never know what could happen tomorrow"? Well it's true. Whoever "they" are, (you know...those wise people that everyone talks about), they're right. I would've never thought that I'd be going through the things I'm going through now. I guess this is God's way of telling me I should've appreciated life more when everything was going smoothly. Although, I would say that pulling the cancer card twice is a little too dramatic for a wake up call.
         Why is it that things never work out the way they're supposed to? Why do bad things happen to good people? I just don't understand. I feel like I've been a pretty good person my whole life. I'm not perfect, I have my bad days; but why do things like this have to happen? It makes me think I've done something wrong...but what could I have done that was so bad to deserve this?
          I hate seeing people sad. That's all anyone ever is anymore. Sure, throw a few laughs here and there, but no one is really happy. And whatever happened to telling the truth about the way you feel? I wouldn't call "fine" an adjective. No one really is ever "fine". Why can't people just say how they really feel? I think it's cause everyone is scared. Everyone is scared to be vulnerable. No one wants to admit they are weak. Everyone has a weakness. Superman's biggest weakness was kryptonite. Wasn't he supposed to be the strongest man in the world?  For one whole day I wish no one would lie about the way they feel. No small talks or i'm fine's. If everyone is struggling, then surely they are all waiting for someone to vent to too, right? I say just let it out. You could call me a hypocrite, though. Seldom do I ever really tell people whats wrong. Maybe before this summer I would've been more open, but not now, I can't add anymore stress to the situation.
           I guess if there's anything that I have learned in my entire teenage existence, it's that life doesn't stop for anyone. Live your life the way you want to. Tell the people you love that you love them more often. Do the things you've always wanted to do, today. Don't wait for "someday". Life's short and then you die. What you do with the time in between is your choice, make it count.

A Generation of Lousy Language

Ever walked around a 2011 highschool, or even middle school, and listened to the way students talk to each other? No? Don't do it, I'd be embarrassed.

The way kids my age speak to eachother now a'days is sickening. I remember my mom always telling me how producers of TV shows weren't allowed to even film a scene in a bathroom because it was impolite. Today, almost all of the vocabulary used belongs in the toilet. No one ever stops and to think about what they're about to say before they say it. No one listens to the way people speak to eachother, or how they might come across to others. The saying "Don't care what others think about you" is true, but you should care when you start to sound a bit...trashy. Dropping an "f-bomb" after every other word doesn't make you sound cool. I wish that when teenagers my age, younger and older, heard this that they did not just agree and then fall back into their bad habits again after a month.

I always thought that by not using a vile vocabulary, I would sound polite and respectful. Although, it seems, those who are respectful aren't very respected. It sickens me to the core, knowing that the way people talk with the vocabulary they do is becoming more and more acceptable in our society. I always cringe when I hear today's modern language on TV. Don't people have any respect for themselves? I'm not here to generalize teenagers, because I am one. Yes, I do slip up every once and a while and say something I shouldn't have, but thats because it's all around me, all the time. These words are constantly used, teenagers are the masters of this new found language, cussing is their art form. Reading renaissance books in history actually has me thinking for once...men used to great women with a "Hello my lady. How t'was your day?". Now it's "Hey, b*****s! Any sh*t go down today?" Repulsive.

What ever happened to chivalry? Maybe it's not dead, but it sure is heading into a long, drawn out, and torturous death.

Introducing Me, Myself, and I

Dear anyone who reads,

     As of right this moment I am a California resident. I am a 15 year old girl with loving parents, a monster that I call my little brother, and a tiny Chow dog, who has also made clear--he is another sibling. There is nothing horribly wrong in my life, there are no threatening forces that might turn my life upside down, or anything that I should be overly depressed about (besides your average teenage dramas). Over all my life is, well, normal. Pretty boring, huh?
     I've started this blog as a place where I can express myself freely, where no one, but myself, can tell me what I could've or should've done. This is the best friend I can tell anything to. The friend who listens, not judges. The person who is there for me, that never was. This is a place where I can share my mistakes and what I've learned. This is sort of like my diary or scrapbook of memories. This is a place where I can share the oh-so-crazy stories of things that are going on in my life. This is a place where I can complain and gush about a new crush. Who knows, maybe when I'm 89 years old and knitting a sweater in my rocking chair, I'll remember to look back (that's if I can still see) and read about how much my life has changed. Maybe this will be my generations' version of a time capsule.
     Reader, when you read my blog I hope you get a laugh or shed a few tears or maybe just sit back think of how silly teenagers really are. Maybe you'll be reminded of when you were a teen and all the crazy stories about those Friday nights, (in which case I hope you'll share), or of the times you just sat at home and enjoyed a good book. Either way, I hope you enjoy my stories.
     So, sit back and enjoy the ride of the crazy stories of my life. :)