Well ok. I have some... see, it's even it now. Ok well let me just start. There are a lot of ways you could look at life. There are a lot of things to do, so make of it. It's different, it's weird, and I'm even now trying to make something out of it. It's weird, ok? Well see it's just that... the Internet has so many... it's weird. It can be so stupid and bad. There's a lot of stuff on it. There's a lot of good stuff that help people and should be there. But then there's a ton of stuff and people that are bad. And so then one day you think it's safe or whatever to do something. Then you hear a story about someone else and then it seems to unsafe and real and yeah. So I found this other blog off of Fang's blog. Both blogs are listed in my "Check out some of these links!" area, which is to the right and below. It's a blog about this girl's life. She has a pretty hard life, from what I can tell. I don't want to say anything... insulting or whatever about her. No I'm just saying. It was very interesting. INCREDIBLY interesting to read someone else's blogs that you don't really know about. That might seem like a freaky concept, but it brings in a major dose of one of Becca's favorite words (well, she does use it a lot...) and a word I'm using more. Perspective. All of a sudden, after reading that blog, it's like... my life is so so... great. I'm really, really lucky. I mean, seriously. Now, some of you guys are going to be like, "yeah yeah, we're really lucky, there are poor people... blah blah blah.." but like, you guys, out bluntly, just don't know. I don't even know half of it. Because it (the world) is SO big. SO many people. SO many thoughts and ideas. And then I think how I have SO much stuff, SO much friends (compared to some people). See, it's all how you see it. It's all how you compare. It's perspective. Wow. And so it's like, this blog has lots of... somewhat personal stuff about my life. I say names, I post pictures... because I know the people that read it. It's mostly relatives, some friends. (I think so...) but then it's like, the Internet is still SO big. This one guy called it "the last frontier" or something. So am I saying I don't feel safe? No. Not necessarily. Because.... well I don't know why. But it's just... it was like a huge boom. That I could connect, read about and maybe contact with this other person. Things are so different. Humans still have a long way to go.
BOOM. After practicing my trumpet, I realized again that I had to go to school. I had pretty much forgotten about school while blowing in that piece of brass. But then I was like, "dang I have to go to some school soon and it's hard, etc, etc" but I had taken my mind off it, and it was a sort of weird form of perspective. Well, maybe just a way to deal with stress. But it's just... BOOM. Or maybe a "Daaaaang" or "wow". Whatever you want. Because is it what you want? Ha ha. Never-ending. Not making sense? Again. Now this is like bex-blabbermouth. If you don't mind. I don't even know. Start laughing. I'm 90% of the courage. Yeah it's pretty late, but hey- there it is AGAIN. It's like those people that ALWAYS appear whenever I look in a reflective surface. What is this? It's definitely not my bff Jill. NEVER ending. Deserves a poem. IS a poem. Sighs. Sighing isn't even that much. I guess I'll thank you.
Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever.
Never see or no one.
Nice again.
Like you, mama. Yooou, mama. Yoooooooooou.
If they ever get out of here, thought of sending it all away to registered charity
All I need is a fine today.
Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash, as we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there, "I hope you're having fun!"
1 comment:
Woah! I can't believe that noone has commented! That is like super like, I don't even know! Like....Deep. Maybe everyone should make a blog, maybe they really make you think about your life because you are writing it all down, maybe just maybe we could understand ourselves and therefore the rest of the world better if we did. Or maybe a blog only works for some people. I wonder. We should study ourselves more. We just don't make any sense. I mean, we are going to kill ourselves off maybe so might as well learn some interesting facts first! Keep writing because that was like so thoughtful and like, really interesting and fun to read!!
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