The Ugly Truth

So I watched The Ugly Truth today and it sparked something in my mind. The truth sure as hell can be ugly. But why do we have to think of it that way? You know optimism can go a long way. Well its the truth, its ugly, but hey at least I know what's real. Sometimes the truth hurts, but that's the way it is. Take it or leave it.
The ugly truth is love seems like it should be all emotional, but its not. You really have to have two aspects of a relationship. One being emotional, and two is physical. Can you really think of a couple who isn't physical with each other? If you can, are they really happy around each other? By physical I don't mean sex, although eventually that does play a part, but it's as simple as holding hands and hugging.
I don't mean to be blunt, but girls need the physical attention just as much as guys do. Girls really do think about that stuff. Unless they're prude, but then again I bet they still think about it, they may deny it though. And why should they deny it? It's the truth. I think people should be a little more open minded about sex and about sexuality. Because everyone does it at some point and everyone thinks about it. I don't think it should be a topic people are afraid of, it's something to embrace so that teens aren't scared of it and girls aren't scared of it.
So why do we like to deny the truth? Is it we're just scared? Or is it the lack of open mindedness? The truth should be put out there. I do respect that people want to live their lives in denial about certain subjects, but I don't think some should feel they have to. The truth can be ugly, but its out there.

The Popular Finish Last

Popularity. Who the hell cares? So here's the situation; We're in high school and that girl is super popular. Why? Well first of all, she probably kissed ass to get to the top. She might have done some things we shouldn't exactly speak of. And why did she do it? Just to be cool. The best part, its only for the next few years of high school.
Popularity is over-rated. It's stupid. It's annoying. Why is there even a top and bottom for social status? I don't know about you, but I sure as hell don't care about being popular. And who cares if a lot of people don't like me? They're not worth my time, if they're not going to get to know and like me for who I am.
And why do girls crave popular guys? That is just plain ridiculous! Especially if you know they won't ever like you. They're not going to spend their time on you if you're not popular like them. So why even waste your time? Most of the time they wouldn't love you for who you are.
For my disclaimer I'll say that not all popular people are ridiculous. Some are nice. But, popularity shouldn't matter. It's a waste of time to become or worry about being popular. Just accept yourself and love the friends you have. They're the ones that would catch your fall anyway.

RIP the King of Pop

I know it is a bit belated, but I'd like to talk about Micheal Jackson. His death was a shock to us all, including the haters. I suppose the haters got what they wanted, and I hope all the nasty jokes will finally go. But still, people keep going on with the stupid jokes. Okay, so he made some mistakes. Who doesn't? He was acquitted of all his charges, so why is it still a big deal?
Micheal Jackson was the KING of Pop music. To the Guiness World Record he was the king of charities. He's listed in the books for Most Charities Supported By A Pop Star. And I'll be damned if that isn't something very special. His music made a HUGE difference in not only pop and other types of music, but also in society. Many singers were influence by him and without Micheal, where would they be? And about society, it's not just the charities. Because of him blacks, whites, asians, hispanics, everyone can get along better. I seriously think that without his influence, Obama might not have become president.
I hope all the haters and hypocrits are done. If your just now trying to come around and say good things because he died, then you're a hypocrite and you're just as bad if not worse than the haters. All I have to say is rest in peace Micheal Jackson. You'll live on through your music.

Crazy, Wild Dreams

There he is, the man of my dreams. He's tall, dark, and handsome and he's calling out to me. I reach for him and the floor begins to give way. I back away until my back is against a wall. The hole in the floor gets bigger, until I have no choice but to hold on for dear life. The edge gets harder to grip, but I don't let go. Do I fall? Do I climb back up somehow to see the man again? I don't know, I've just woken up from another crazy dream.
My dreams have always been weird, at least the ones I remember. Sometimes I dream about my thoughts or events of the day. Sometimes I don't know why I dream what I do. I suppose that some part of me is familiar with the idea.
Besides my crazy dreams, I have a very weird sleep pattern. Sometimes I can get eight hours, sometimes barely twenty minutes of sleep. I notice that depends on whats on my mind. If I have a lot or one thing that's bothering me, I can't sleep. That of course is fairly normal, in my opinion. And if I say something like oh, I bet I'll sleep good tonight or vice versa, I usually do.
Dreams and sleep patterns really rely on thoughts. I'm not saying this goes for everyone, but for me it does. I've always been a thinker, about everything. That goes for the man of/in my dreams.

Do you know just what you can do to a girl's heart?

As young girls we start out dreaming of that prince charming like in all the princess stories like Cinderella and Snow White. We dream of the day we'll fall in love, the day we get married and how beautiful we'll look. We watch and absolutely adore anything with love in it. That goes for books, too. That's just how we are.
Do you know just what you can do to a girl's heart? When we start liking you our hearts flutter. We can't help it. Then when you play with our emotions it crushes us. It's not that hard to do. It's even worse when we really like you and think you like us. But you know what? We'll get to that point, we don't care. Girls can be just as strong. Someday you can watch us walk by without a glance or a tinge of remorse. Why even waste your time? Why waste my time? If you're not into me, don't act like it.
Love is an important thing to girls, so don't ruin it. Because once the damage has been done, it's over.

Blinded by Love

I'm sure everyone's heard that love is blind. I have to agree with that. Everyone has their own preference on what they're attracted to. (I don't know if that makes sense, but we'll go with it.) I will say that I have sat at the mall with some of my girl friends and we'll talk about how hot guys are, but that's not why I date guys. Looks only last so long. When I start liking somebody they better have a damn good personality.
Now I'm not saying I date ugly or hot guys, because in my opinion they may be cute, but to somebody else they're not. I really like a guy when I can relate and when they've got an awesome personality. Their personality is what makes them attractive. So maybe that's part of love being blind. Otherwise all of the shallow people, who are only in it for looks, would all be in love. And I have to say not all good looking people are shallow. You could always have the best of both worlds.

The Pit of Despair

The pit of despair is what I like to call my moments of doubt. The moments I start feeling pessimistic and hopeless. I've never really been a confident person. I would have moments where I really am and then moments where I wasn't not at all. This year I've been working on it. Gaining more confidence, more of the time was my new year's resolution.
I didn't write this to brag about how much progress I feel I've made. I thought that maybe if I share my experience with the pit of despair that it would help somebody else. It's a sorrowful place to be. You feel like everything is going wrong, you're not sure how to reach that radiating sunshine at the top. Sometimes you know you need to climb back up, sometimes a friend is throwing you a rope and pulling you back up, and sometimes you're in so deep that you don't even want to worry about the sunlight. I know how that is, but once you get back in the warm sun, it makes it much easier to keep climbing up and less likely to fall back in.
The important part is being optimistic. Don't be so optimistic that you think you'll fly right out of the pit, because that'll lead to disappointment. If you're realistically optimisitic (that sure is a mouthful) it keeps your chin up without keeping your head so far in the clouds you're lost. Don't think too much about the pit and try to avoid it. The sunshine truly is better.

Not Like The Other Girls

Weird? What is weird? Better yet, what is normal? Now I believe there is no such thing as weird or normal. Sure something can be unusual as it not the ordinary. But when it comes to people, there is no weird. It's so subjective, that I don't think weird is an appropriate adjective.
I'm pretty sure we've all been called weird. And yes, I've called people weird. I'm not trying to be a hypocrite, but who are you to be all high and mighty to call me a freak? I don't have to like the things you do, I don't have to fit in, so I'm "weird." I know I'm not like the other girls. I don't care. I love who I am, I'm finally satisfied with myself.
Is it that you're insecure? Is that why you put people like me down? Wow, how mature of you. I've been bullied and I've also seen others being bullied. Why do we have to hate people for their differences? What would the world be without all the unique people? Boring. So let's not put others down for how different or unique they are. They're not weird! Celebrate how unique our world is!

"What makes you different, makes you beautiful, What's there inside you shines through to me" -Backstreet Boys

Music that Changed my Life (Boring rambling about music I love)

When I think about music in my life time, it's been a long winding journey. I started loving music early with Backstreet Boys, followed by Nsync shortly after. I suppose I really liked the boy band/pop stuff for awhile until I got up into sixth or seventh grade. Although at the time I'd like to think I stopped liking pop music, I never did. In middle school I started wearing all black (what was I thinking?), and I got my first taste of newer rock thanks to Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams. My collection of favorite rock artist then grew tremendously. Somewhere between those two my grandpa got me into jazz and blues, and I got into classical pieces simply because of my violin. Anyway, as I got into high school, I started listening to the Beatles and John Lennon music. It gave me something to really think about. I started feeling better about myself, along with wearing more colorful clothing. And here I am, listening to all kinds of music. I'm not ashamed of it, like I used to be afraid that someone would judge that I still like pop music. I don't care. The Backstreet Boys got me hooked on music, so they have a special place in my heart. Music is music, whatever moves you is what will capture your heart.

Obsessions

I'm sorry my lovely readers, it's been forever since I wrote. I've had so much going on or I've had writer's block but finally I have some time to sit down and write and no writer's block. So here we go. =]
The topic I want to rant about is obsessions. I don't mean Brad Pitt obsessions or Twilight obsessions, it's the every day obsessing over some one. First, I have to say by obsession, I mean it in the strongest form possible. A lot of people can use it lightly by saying, I'm so obsessed with him, he's so hot. No, that's not it.
There's a problem when someone wants to know your whereabouts all the time, they constantly call you, and message you. It's crazy and it's annoying. People want and need breathing room. Early on obsessing can be stopped, but there are those who go on to become stalkers. It's scary to think about, but it can be fixed in various ways. Hopefully it never has to be reported to the police it gets so bad, if that's the solution then so be it.
I think that obsessions need to be controlled. I know they can be caused by mistrust and from being hurt in the past, but it's time to move on. Lives will continue after obsessions can be released. It breaks chains and kills the depression that hangs around for the one being obsessed on. The obsessor can also have a life of their own if they just move on.
The moral of this story: don't obsess, don't stalk, and move on. Life always goes on and there are always other people. Brad Pitt or Twilight obsessions, those kind are okay, unless you start stalking some one, then of course its too far. I guess it all goes back to common sense doesn't it? How funny, pretty much everything needs some common sense.