Failure

fail·ure

noun

an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success: His effort ended in failure. The campaign was a failure.

That’s the definition of failure according to  http://dictionary.reference.com/.

But I beileve the opposite. I beileve that failure isn’t even trying, not having the courage to do something. In Ignore Everybody by Hugh MacLeod, there is one of the keys to creativity that says, “Sing with your own voice” and it goes on to quote, “Picasso was a terrible colorist. Turner couldn’t paint human being worth a damn. Saul Steinburg’s formal drafting skills were appalling. T.S. Eliot had a full-time day job. Henry Miller was a wildly uneven writer. Bob Dylan can’t sing or play guitar.” And it goes to show you that the most successful people are NOT Perfect (even though I only know one of those people, but I’m only 16) The perfect is not as memorable as those who were imperfect.

I have a friend, (and yes, I do know your really reading this… so you better listen up, Maire) That had a mental breakdown after an audition for the talent. I wasn’t there personally, but my sister told me. And she was worried that she totally sucked at it, and she was just horrible at it. Well… she can just shush it. She’s a really good singer, and I know that she is terrified of complements, because then she thinks they expect her to do it again, perfect every single time. But that is not possible if you sound amazing every time, even if you mess up a few times. And I also know that while she was singing, she was thinking of her mother, who passed away early this year, and thought that made her worse. Are you kidding me? If anything, that makes you sound better. If you channel your pain into whatever you sing, write, draw, anything that’s possible, then it’s absolutely perfect. Demi Lovato sang her song “Skyscraper” with tears rolling down her eyes, because she’s in pain, and she sounds perfect.

As long as you try, even if it’s not your best, you can never, ever fail.

Sexual Orientation

Yes, I am going to talk about this. Why? Because it’s an important thing in today’s society. I am a Christian, and yes, I do support gays and lesbians, even though I’m not one. I do not agree when people say, “gays and lesbians shouldn’t exist because that’s not God’s plan” well guess what? He also didn’t plan for us to wear clothes, are you saying we should go naked? Yeah, I thought so.

There are so many people being bullied today, which bullying period should not exist. I have a friend, and he told me in confidence about why he’s gay. And after he told me his story, I was crying, and I’m sorry but I’m not going to tell you what happened to him, but it is very personal. So there’s that reason, plus he told me that he’s always felt more attracted to boys. And for the longest time, he just thought he was bisexual. And just recently he learned that he's actually gay. But around the same time, after he figured out that he was gay, he told his family that he was bi, thinking that they’ll support him. But they did the opposite. They did have a fight, and he was crushed that they did not support him for who he was.

It just makes me mad how families cannot even accept their child, that they’ve known their whole lives, let alone anyone. Sure, you can not like something that someone is doing, but you should support it.

There is a song that I really like that came out recently. It’s written and sung by two fraternal twins, Megan and Liz, and isn’t really about sexual orientation, but just bullying in general.

The Fake Me.

In school, I am quiet and shy. But outside of school, even around strangers, I am loud and outgoing. It’s like there is a completely different personality from the real me, and the fake me. And personally, I like the real me better. Because the real me is most of the time happy, and really outgoing and loud. But the fake me is… well… er, shows no emotion. Just a poker face. I don’t smile. And I don’t frown. I just sit there with a strait face and pretend everything is just… blah. Which I do not think, the fake me just acts like that.

I think the reason why I don’t show the school my real personality is that I’m scared that they’ll make fun of me. That they’ll come up with some rumor that I was raised by aliens or something, and was born on a different planet. Okay, maybe a little bit more believable, but there’s no telling what crazy but creative minds will think of once they see the real me.

But I kind of want to kill the fake me, just eliminate her from my life, forever, and never see her face again. Show that strait face that shows no emotion, and no life. Say good-bye to my “quiet shy girl” reputation. I don’t really care anymore about the bullies, because I am stronger and better than them, because I am me. Question is how do I start?

Pain and Fame

There are a lot of celebrities that were bullied in school, including Eminem, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato, and 42 more in the United States (according to listal.com, you can see the whole list here --->http://www.listal.com/list/celebrities-were-bullied-school) And I do believe that because they had the struggle and pain, that helped them succeed.

I seriously do believe that if you had a hard time in school, or in life, that a few people showed you that they don’t like you, or even hate you, and want you to fail, that does push you to stay strong, and to push through. I have friends that has had a really hard childhood, and really do dream big, and try to achieve that dream however they can. And then I have other friends, who had an okay childhood, and don’t really care about their future, and don’t really just participate in school activities. Having a tough childhood pushes you to be your best, and pushes you to succeed in however you can, whether that’s singing, acting, writing, anything you want to be, you will push through and hopefully win in the end.

And I’m not saying that all people with a hard life will achieve, and I’m not saying that people that have an okay childhood then you are not going to succeed either, I’m just saying that you really have to push, and push, and push, and usually you have to really push to start it out, and push even harder to keep it going. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it.

Wacky Wednesday

Yay! It’s Wacky Wednesday! Which is super awesome… my favorite spirit week holiday. Yes, this is our spirit week, and I always dress wacky on this day. Well I guess that this year it’s Wacky/Western Wednesday.

And so I’ll tell you what I’m wearing, starting from my feet. On my right foot, I am wearing a black and pink zebra striped toe sock, then a zebra flip flop underneath. And then on my left foot, I have a long blue sock, going up to my knee, with a gladiator sandal underneath. I have both of my socks going over my skinny jeans, and then I have blue pajama pants, rolled up to my thighs, with tinker bell on then, and white snowflakes. Then for my torso part, I have a purple long sleeved shirt, with black stars on it. And  then over that I have my pajama that I made a few years ago, it’s pink with green frogs and light blue dots on it. Then over that, I have a purple racer back tank top, then over that I have a very graphic belt, and a white buttoned up sweeter, only I do not have it buttoned., cut at the shoulders. Then over that I have a warm light brown scarf, then over that I have a long beaded green necklace. Then, since it’s also western Wednesday, I have a cowboy hat, then a tie tied on on hat, with the end hanging down. And then over that, I have a Santa hat, and over that I have nerd glasses

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A Friend in Need.

Hey there, everybody. I have a favor to ask you…… it’s really cheap with very little money, I promise, actually, it’s free. So I have this really awesome friend, and if you really do care about my happiness, you should do me/her (mostly her) a favor. She is now currently a published author/poet, and every time someone looks at, likes, or comments on any of her stuff, and gets Money! Remember treat others how you want to be treated, so if you would like awesome money, do this. Here are the links, each is a different poem/short story.You won’t regret it, I promise.

http://authspot.com/poetry/rhinoceros-on-my-soul/

http://authspot.com/short-stories/burned-5/

http://authspot.com/poetry/music-89/

http://authspot.com/poetry/monsters-8/

http://authspot.com/poetry/dishes-6/

http://healthmad.com/children/personal-creed/\

Bulling (Part 2)

Sorry I didn’t have enough time to do all of the story last night, it got pretty long.

So, that was elementary school, and now into middle school. Right before school started, I got glasses. I don’t think that really have to do anything with bulling though…

And so, I remember that I was kind of excited about middle school, hoping the bullying would stop. I did make a friend or two, but the rest of it got worse.

Before I made friends, I was very depressed. I planned of when I’m going to commit suicide, and when. I was so tired of living anymore, and I wanted to end it. I planned on swallowing  a bottle of pills, on a weekend, as soon as my mom would buy a new bottle, I was going to sneak it into bed, along with a few bottles of water, and drink and swallow it all. Every single pill down my throat, and into my stomach, killing me, as I drift into sleep, and never wake up.

But the same Sunday that my mom bought a big bottle of Tylenol, was also the first day that I went to my church, the same church I go to now. I used to go to church when I was younger, but then one day we stopped, and then a few years later, we went to the same church, just once, and they tried to teach us Spanish. Which was weird because this is a United Methodist Church. Sing in Spanish, talking in Spanish, reading in Spanish, they even offered Spanish classes. So, we never went there again.

But the church that I went to, that dark day, the sun shinned through. I didn’t feel judged, but for who I actually was. It was different for me, and I liked it. So I didn’t kill myself, obviously. And that why my faith is so strong. Because I really do believe that God meant to do that for a really important reason, to save my life.

I remember that in choir, PE, and walking home was the worst, because that’s when they were bullying me. Because, you can talk sometimes in all those times, and I have to admit, I was kind of stinky, because at my house we have two showers, my parents and the downstairs. And I was the only person using the downstairs shower, because my dad took showers really early, my mom then took a shower, then while my sister is, I am taking one downstairs, and then my other sister would take a shower long after I’m gone, and she preferred my mom’s and dad’s shower, because it’s bigger and better.

And we found out later, after my mom and dad’s shower broke, that the shower head was horrible, and they fixed it.

But that wasn’t until the 8th grade, and so I got bullied for being stinky. I remember in P.E. girls would take some body spray, stealing it from one of the P.E. teacher’s office (she was a girl, and her office was connected to the girl’s locker room) and spray me, running away and laughing. And in choir, people were telling me that I should take a shower…. (even though I took one every day) And then while I walked home, same thing. And at lunch, the same exact thing happened as in elementary school. You would think they would grow up, but they never did.

But later into 6th grade, people started other rumors besides me stinking… I then had lice, fleas, I was also pregnant, and I slept with the janitor at Roosevelt's (my elementary school) kid, who was 17 and going to high school. Then, I started being friends with this guy… um… let’s call him Henry. (even though that’s not his real name) Okay, so then later after our friendship started, people noticed that we we pretty close, and thought that we should date. And you know middle school, once when they have an idea, they won’t shut up about it. So then after the months of people bothering us that we should date, we did “date”. But fact is, we never did, we barely even talked after we started “dating”, just to make the people shut up about that we should date, and to make them happy. So after that, me and “Henry” never talked again.

Also in middle school, I started helping with the special ed. One day in homeroom, (or I guess it was called TA then…) my teacher announced that if you like helping people, especially with special education, come talk to her after homeroom. So after the bell rang, I talked to her about it. And she gave me the instructions to go there, and by the next day, I was in there every morning before school.

There was 3 or 4 other people there, I was the only freshman. I miss going there, I helped get their coats off, and helped telling them the weather and getting them to the TV to watch the school’s news. There was I think 4 special ed. students, and only one could kind of walk.

I remember making friends with the teachers in there, all three of them. If they had donuts, yogurt, or coffee, they would share with me. We would joke with each other, and get to know each other. And I did this throughout 6th, and 7th grade. Unfortunately, I had to stop in 8th, because my home room teacher didn’t let me go help them. Which I never did understand, and cried for a few weeks. I knew I would never see my friends again, even though they were so close. I was forbidden, and I couldn’t help it. I still wish that I can go back into that same room, and see them again, show them how I’ve grown, and update them on my life, as they do the same.

Also in middle school, when I picked up my niece from her elementary school, the same elementary school I went to, sometimes there was a girl, called Jessica. She was one of my classmate’s cousin, and was one of the meanest people I’ve met. About one to three times a year in middle school, she would say something about my “pregnancy” 

Seventh grade went pretty much like sixth, bullied, and crying. And then eighth grade came, and in the beginning of the year I got contacts. I wore makeup everyday, and did an attempt to look and dress my best, but everyday, I was called ugly, so after a while, I decided to stop wearing makeup, what’s the point if I’m ugly with it, or without.

Sorry I can’t remember much from middle school, I know there’s more than that, but cannot remember.

And so then I went into high school, and for a while, I thought that all of the bullying stopped, because the first month, no one said anything mean and ugly to me, they left me alone. But when I was picking up my niece, like I always do, Jessica was there. The same Jessica that has hurt me in all of middle school. Thank gosh I wore my sunglasses that day, because I cried. So she was standing about 5 feet away from me, talking to her cousin, who was my classmate, and also another one of her friends. She said, loud enough that I can hear her on purpose, she said, “Emily (Last Name…) is pregnant.” like she always does… but then she laughed and said, “too bad she’s too ugly to even get a guy!” and laughed some more. And when I didn’t do anything, she added, “and look at that pile of shit over there, standing there and not going to do anything about it” But I was crying, and didn’t want to cuss her out or beat her up, because one, this is an elementary school, and I hate it when people do that in front of little kids. And two, I just do not like fighting at all. So I did nothing but stand there, hiding my tears. And that was the worst thing anyone has said to me.

And there was a few more times that I was bullied in freshman year, and this year I thought the same thing as I did last, “This is going to be the first year without getting bullied” and then two months later, I got screamed in the face and got called a piece of shit.

I wonder how long will it take for people to stop this, to stop being big idiots and stop bullying. Will it stop next year? Will it stop when I get out of high school? Will it stop when I’m out of collage? Will it stop when I’m 40 years old? Will it never stop?

Talent show

Okay, so I just got a ukulele, and his name is Larry. Anyways, my plan is that next year I will sing, and play, the ukulele, to “Hey Soul Sister” by Train. I have a whole year to practice it, and I’m trying to practice somewhat of the chords, and the strumming. Anyways, this is how I would kind of like how it would sound like, only with the vocals more loose, and “ya” instead of “you”. Here’s the video.

Broken Strings

I will finish the Bulling, Part 2, at another time. But right now I want to tell you about a ukulele.

So, I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the ukulele, ever since I saw one as a little girl, on Spongebob. And so when I got my money for paging, I knew what I was going to buy, a ukulele. I was so excited, and I got it at Barnes and Noble. I know it isn’t very good quality, but it will do while I learn how to play it. So when I got it, one of the tuning prongs wouldn’t turn, and then my sister decided to try to “tune” it, and I let her after multiple times of saying, “It’s not tuned” So I got annoyed and let her, and she was saying that she had to tune one of the strings higher, even though I tried to tell her that it was going too high, and then she argued, turning it higher. Then boing, it broke. So I made her take me back to Barnes and Noble, to replace it, but I didn’t tell them that my sister broke it.

So now I’m sitting here with my new ukulele, tattoing it with a sharpie. So far I put it’s name, Little Larry, and I also got two quotes. “Stay Strong” by Demi Lovato. And then I also got “Most people give up just when they’re about to achieve success.” By Rose Perot. (I know, it’s backwards)

Bullies (Part 1)

I just read on of my best friend’s blog, “Let’s talk about bullying” And almost cried. If you care to read her blog, you can click here on the link http://mairea.wordpress.com/2011/10/10/lets-talk-about-bullying/#comment-26

In my friend’s blog, she talked about how most of the bullying happens in middle and high school, but for me it was different. I was mostly bullied in middle school (or junior high it’s called at some places) and then the next runner-up is elementary, and then the school I was least bullied in is in High School.

I started being bullied in kindergarten. And I remember having pink eye, and my mom made me go to school the week I had it. And then when I did go to school, the teacher announced to the whole class, do not touch me, because they might get pink eye. And then that led to “The cootie game”. You know when your little, and girls had cooties? And if they kissed you, you had cooties. Well, it was the same concept, but I was the only one with cooties, instead of pink eye. And they didn’t get it from me kissing them, they got it from either me touching them, or them touching anything that I touched. Whether that be a desk, a pencil, a ball, pretty much anything. And when my pink eye eventually went away, my cooties didn’t. And later, the cootie game got more serious, where if you get the cooties, instead of saying, “ooh, Emily touched me, I have cooties” they said nothing, because they were dead. On the ground, dead. And then eventually I got picked last in kickball, or any other game in P.E. and I my heart would break, and being in Kindergarten, you cry over everything. So I cried over that.

I do not really remember first or second, except that the bullying just got worse and worse for me. The cootie game still existed, only then it wasn’t a game, anymore. And when I had to work with someone of an activity, or I had to be on a team, or even sit next to them, a lot of the other students would say, “ooh, I feel bad for you.” not to me, but to them, because they have to actually somewhat acknowledge that I’m there. And that really did hurt, and it still hurts to this day, and it’s still happening somewhat.

In third grade I remember fairly well, I remember it was my most favorite year ever in Elementary school. And I owe it all to my teacher, Ms. Olson. After Ms. Olson found out that I was being bullied; neglected, and feeling pity for each other, she made everyone write me an apology letter, and I wish that I kept all those letters, for good memories, but they’re gone. And I read them all, every single one of them, and it was required for them to make one for me, it was graded.

And I don’t remember fourth at all, and I don’t know if it’s because something horrible happened and I just blocked it off, or what. But I barely even remember my teacher, all I know is her name is Ms. Keane, and that’s only because that was my dance teacher’s last name. But I don’t remember her face, or where my classroom was, anything of fourth. It’s like it never even happened.

And in fifth, again, I remember it pretty well, but this time it wasn’t for the good, it’s for the bad. And I forced myself to remember this, I don’t know why, I guess to feel sorry for myself or something. But sometimes I would forget, and I would force myself to remember, and then I would cry all day from it. Again, I don’t know why I remember this, I just did it.

So I remember, it was near the end of the school year, in the middle of May. And then someone, who has bullied me the worst all throughout elementary, said something to me, and then for once, I built up the courage to say something back, I think I said, “leave me alone” or something else, but defiantly not harmful, no cussing, no name calling, nothing like that. And once those three words left my mouth, world war three just started. I remember her telling her friends, who were the mean girls at the time, the ones that were popular mostly because everyone was afraid of them. And these were all girls, but they were scary. We planned for a fight that day, and yes I did say plan. I don’t know what I was doing, I guess that I felt hurt, and it was time to stop that feeling, and to be strong. And to be strong, I have to get into a fight. I know it sounds stupid, but that’s how little fifth grade minds work. And so it was settled, fight on top of the hill of Turner street, after school. Of course, me being the looser in the school, everyone wanted to beat me up. But there was only a few that didn’t care, and really didn’t tell anyone. But I remember only one guy, Chase, who was kind of the guy that would get into fights, was on my side, and no one else was. And I felt proud, and happy that he was fighting for me. But then near the end of school, the very last hour, the tension of it all was building, as my thought began to swell up from being so nervous and scared. Especially since a lot of the people going to fight against me were sending me notes calling me a bitch and a whore, and the only thing I thought of saying was, “you are too!” I wrote that so many times, trying to see through the water that was dripping from my eyelashes. We had a substitute teacher that day since our normal teacher wasn’t there because her daughter was sick, and he let us talk for the last ten minutes of class. The girl that had the whole fight idea came up to me and demanded me to test punch her, and so then I did, and then she laughed in my face, “That’s the best you can do? HA! We’re going to kill you” and that’s the moment when I broke down, I remember crying so hard, and then somehow magically the principle came up, and our teacher was there. And I told the principle what happened, and then I went home, and it was like it didn’t even happen.

Alone

Sometimes, in the world of people, good and evil, it feels good to be alone. Alone, where there is no interruptions from peace and quiet. Alone, where you can think, say, do anything you want to, without being judged. Sing, dance, or just laugh silently to yourself, all to yourself, with nothing else to hear. Sometimes I wish I can live in that world, in a perfect place, but once in a while come back to the real world, back with the quietest and noisiest people I know, back to the love and hate, back to the distractions of life. When I leave my perfect world, with either your heart filled with joy that you finally get to sing and dance, or from the world of sadness, but a perfect, lonely world, drowning in your tears, I imagine coming back as a hero. Not to others, but to myself. A hero, that I got to spend either a few minutes, or a few days of perfect, absolute silence. And will adventure back out to the world of chaos of people and things, full angles, and love, or monsters and hate, without a sword on my back.

Annual Confrence

I want to tell you about Annual Confrence. (Mostly because I have tons of time and nothing else to do) So every year, well, I only went once but I'm planning on doing it agian, I am a Page at United Meathodist Church Annual Confrence. All I have to do, is diliver paper and notes. But they tell us that they are so greatful, because before they had the pages, they would have to go and get them (they meaning the pastors, the ones we are serving) and it would take up so much time, that the confrence would last 10 days instead of how it is now - 4 days. But, the suckiest part of it, is that where we sleep (in a collage dorm) charges us 25 dollars per night, and we stay there for 4 days, so we have to pay 100 dollars. But during the confrence, people donate money just to the pages. And then we donate usually 10% of that to whoever needs it, and then we all split the rest equally.
Last year, when my sister went (she couldn't go this year, because she was at a chior trip) she got 157 dollars, and this year when I went, I got 330. So it matters on the year.
When I went this year to Annual Confrence, there was many, many people there, very close to 2 Thousand. And I got recongnized by them all, I was famous. I got famous for doing the "Rollercoaster" the whole confrence. When I was walking, I moved my arms in a wave- like motion, at the same time. It was weird because most people thought I was a fish. At first, everyone looked at me weird, but I embraced that, and did it more, all the time. And even one person asked me what's my name because he thought that we (the pages) were doing a dancing contest, and he wanted to write my name down because he would vote for me. Which I thought was pretty hilarious. But at the end of the confrence,  I was loved by many. Only a few people gave me gifts; one person gave me an awesome drawing he drew, it was a picture of a clown (but it wasn't scary) and a dog, both happy and smiling, and on the top of the page in bubble letters, it said, "Keep smiling" That made me smile. And then another guy, he took a picture of me doing the rollercoaster, and then also me with my sameri (I probably misspelled that...) sword. (more details about that later) And then the other present I got was a cool lanyard, made of paper beads, all handmade. I got this from talking to someone, and then I complimented her on it, and then she said a friend made it for her, and that she can always make her another, and then gave me her lanyard. And I still wear that lanyard, to school, and I get so many compliments on it, it's unbeilevable.
And then the rest of the pages were pretty cool this year, too. For a while, we tried to do a flash mob. Whenever they were about to vote for something, then we would do something. Whenever the bishop said, "take out your respoders" we would either, lay on the ground, follow each other, freeze, or point to the bishop. And I think we did this the second to last day of confrence. When we would drop to the floor, that we the most confusing. Because no body realized we were all doing the same thing. And so whenever we would drop to the floor, the people around us would ask, "are you okay?" and we couldn't answer because we were laughing to hard, trying to be as quiet as possible. And when we were laughing, people thought we were either crying because we were hurt, or laughing because we were embarrised. And one of the pages was up by the front, dilivering notes up there, and then when she dropped, they thought she was dehydrated. They got her water and tried to help her, but nothing was wrong with her. And then people would kind of notice the other two, and then when we pointed at the bishop, he said, over his microphone, pointing with fingers isn't nice. So the next day, we did the same thing, only we did it with out swords.
And so the last day came, and we were going to do a skit. It was all prepared and everything. There are these two pages, and their names are Greyson and Andrew. And they were going to have like a morning talk show with the bishop, making it all funny. And when they wern't looking, we kidnapped the bishop. YES, WE DID KIDNAP THE BISHOP... and it was epic. There were two sides, the evil, kidnapping the bishop, and then we good, saving the bishop. And so I was a bad guy, and we got bananas for the bad guys, and we could wear them however we can. So I wore mine around my mouth, as if I was a bandit. And... i died.
But yeah, it was a lot of fun, and there's a few details I didn't tell you, because I didn't have enogh time, but anyways, we drank a lot of starbucks and redbull (they were for free) and we went to a waterpark, and an arcade, and it was so fun, and I can't wait till I go next year. Bye!

Rollercoaster

So every year, well, this was my first year but I plan to do more... I got to Annual Confrence. And it's for church, united methodists, and last time, I did the roller coaster the whole conference. And I got famous for it, everyone noticed me, and knew who I was, and there was 2 THOUSAND people there. (if you don't know what I mean by rollercoaster, is to move my arms in a wave like motion, together) And this year, I want to do something different. I'm going to ask Steve, (the guy in charge of the pages, that's me) if I can wear hats, because at my church at home I am famous for my fedoras. But I also want to have some kind of motion with it. So, please comment below, I think you can log in with your facebook, and give me ideas. Adios! (that's bye in Spainish)

Charlie

So, I met this guy named Charlie, well, not physically like shaking hands or something like that, but over the internet, Youtube to be exact. I really don't remember how I found his video, and then I just clicked on one video, then clicked on another, then pretty soon after that, I met Charlie.
Charlie is this wonderfully awesome dude who's.... 20, I think? Almost 21, but he doesn't look that old, he looks more like 18. But anyways, he does Fun Science, which I actually like for some odd reason, I just think I like knowing stuff. But he explains it really well, and he does other stuff too, but I just met him, so I'm not quite sure yet....
So anyways, if you want to check out Charlie, who lives in the UK, and me, living in the USA, find that UK accents are very awesome and cool. So, you can search charlieissocoollike in the searchbar thingy on youtube, and find him there.
addio (that's goodbye in Italian)

FIRST BOOK REVIEW!!! Ignore Everybody by Hugh MacLeod

I'm so excited, it's my first book review! Ever! And it's in my blog, that's the best part. Okay, so enough of me and my flabbergasting, down to buisness. So I recently read and ordered the book, "Ignore Everybody and 39 other keys to creativity" by Hugh MacLeod (pronounced Mc Cloud) and it's about everything, life, business, but mostly creativity. But me being only sixteen, and probably the youngest person that actually bought and read the book, I can't really relate to the business part. And, it has a lot of cuss words in it and for some odd reason, said the word sex a lot.
Hugh is an inspiration. (for me) He talked about being poor and living in New York, young and hopeless, then one day he just started drawing cartoons on business cards. And he did actually put some in the book, and some of them are funny, and some just basically gives you good advice, that just so brilliant that it's unbeilevabe. I wrote a blog about this earlier, but I can't remember what the blog's called, but it was from my favorite "cartoon" in the book. And it said, "What a funny coincidence, me and God hate the same people" And I explain why I love about it in my blog. But anyways, I found a couple off Google, and I put a few cartoons of the wonderful genius of Hugh, down below the blog.
I would like to tell you three of my favorite messages in the book. One of them goes; "don't stand out in the crowd, avoid crowds altogether." This one, I really like, because it goes on, "Your plan for getting your work out there has to be as original as the actual work, perhaps even more so. The work has to create a totally new market. There's no point trying to do the same thing as 250.000 other young hopefuls, waiting for a miracle. All existing business modles are wrong. Find a new one." of corse, I would interpret it to life, since I don't really understand businesses and stuff.
And then there's another, "You were born on this Earth with a little personal Mount Everest, it was put here for you to climb" I like this quote because it tells you to live to the very highest, as far as you can go.
And the my most favorite was probably about start blogging. But he also mentions that if you have other plans besides blogging, try poasting it on the internet, and hope that someone that could help you acheive that goal will notice. Of course, have a job and not just realize on that, but you get the point.
Okay, so now I'm going to place Hugh's comics, and I'm going to say goodbye to you, my friend.

Headphones

Do you know what annoys me? When I come in school, and then people just turn on their music on full blast in their earphones. I mean, those are mostly the people I TRY to talk to, but they refuse to tell me anything. Plus, they wouldn't hear a work they would say. That's what my friend, Vampire (I changed her name... you can probably tell what she's obsessed with....) Whenever I see her in the morning, she's always listening to her ipod, full blast in her ears. That cannot be good for your ears, right? And she continues to listen, no matter what, well... untill school starts. But it annoys me, that she doesn't really care about what I have to say.

Scared

I am terrified of having a mental meltdown today, because in Sunday School, we had this big box of pictures of us last year. So they found one of me, (a picture) and were laughing at it. It was a picture of me, in my swimming suit, looking pregnet, as always. So I took it and hid it under my butt (hahaha) and then I took it home, and put it in the shredder.
And now I'm just scared that someone will ask about it today, and then I'll have a mental breakdown. Telling them that people have been telling and asking me if I was pregnet since the 4th grade, and that some of them even told me I was too ugly to even get a guy. And that I f***ing HATE school because people are such b***chs. And that I'll tell them all this through my tears that wll be pouring down my face. And I'll tell them that the other week, I got challed a piece of s**t.
I am so sick and tired of peple, when I think of people, and what they did to me, I feel like crying.

I wish

I wish, for a day, that the ugly would be beautiful,
That the wars will be peace,
That the lonely will be filled with love,
That the day that all this will happen, will be for life.

God and hatred.

Hello, I got this blog idea from seeing a cartoon from a book that I've been waiting FOREVER for, "Ignore Everybody and 39 Other Keys to Creativity" by Hugh McLeod. (pronouced Mc Cloud)
anyways, the picture doesn't really have to do with anything, but mostly just the words. There's a guy, and he says, "What a happy coinedence. God hates the same people I do."
I absolutely love this quote, mostly because I am a Christain. Because I know Christains, and maybe a few Athiests knows that God loves everyone. And in the 10 Commandments, it says, "Love your neibor as yourself" well, by neibor, they mean everybody. So the saying is basically a joke (which it's ment to be) Because God doesn't hate anyone, and neither should you.
I will probably do my first book review on here after I'm done reading the book, I just started. But yeah, I already love it! :D

FLICKR!

So I have decided to get a Flickr account today. I am currently uploading photos on there. I beilve but not sure that my url is http://www.flickr.emilyjk_rocks.com/, so you can check that out. (if it doesn't work, please comment below, I think you can sign in with your facebook.) So you can see my photos that I take on there.
Anne He (I think that's her name) anyways, she is my photography inspiration. She became a famous photographer, after she started poasting her images on Flicker. She's 16 now, and gets hundreds of dollars doing photography for seinior pictures, and weddings. She first started taking pictures, and then eventually started hiring models to take pictures for, and then famous photographers were commenting on her photos, about how beautiful they are, and that she has a gift. Then people started asking her to take pictures of her, paying her to do them, instead of the other way around.