It's the little things and the big things that make me smile, like...
When a favorite song comes on the radio, and I have someone to share it with. Or, it's the perfect moment for the song.
When my little brother (either one) comes up to give me a hug just because.
When my friends and I laugh about absolutely nothing, except it's 3 A.M. and everything's funnier then.
When I remember said 3 A.M. joke later the next day.
Every time I say hello to someone in the hallway.
When I just have an awesome day.
Opening a can of Dr. Pepper and taking that first, delicious sip.
Pretending my family can't hear me and completely rocking out in the shower.
Reminding myself that better days will come, and I'll always have love, because I've got a pretty awesome God if nothing else.
Watching two friends of mine slow dance at a school dance and softly sing the lyrics to each other.
Witnessing any kind of sweet act of love really.
Watching Scrubs on a cold night with a fuzzy sweater and a cup of hot chocolate in my favorite coffee mug from an Irish pub in Florida.
Laughing my ass off with my friends over some act of stupidity either I or someone else just committed.
Falling asleep to the sound of rain with some thunder and lightning on the side, and/or waking up in the middle of the night to a storm.
Celebrating any kind of occasion, like another year of life, or just something special that happened to a friend.
Reading a really good book in my favorite chair/bed with a good CD like Shinedown or Evanescence playing in my rather crappy old radio that I keep around anyway because it has really good sound.
Those serious late-night conversations with my friends of reminiscing and trying to figure out our lives.
The way the sky looks from my backyard, whether it's day or night.
How I always have a song playing in the back of my head.
The fact that no matter where I go in this town, I always run into someone I know.
When I see a really funny or just plain awesome and/or touching status on Facebook.
And how no matter where I go or what I do, I'm always going to remember you.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
In Love....
A friend of mine posted this on Facebook, and I hope he doesn't mind me using it, because here it is:
If Girls Get Butterflies, What Do Guys Get?
Us boys, we don't get butterflies. We get fireworks. We don't have you on our mind 24/7, but we do have you on our hearts. Often, yes, we wait for you to get online. Sometimes just seeing your name under "Online Friends" makes our heart skip a beat, even if we don't chat. Whenever you talk to us, our face gets that half smile; it means we are happy but are trying our hardest not to show is, and failing at hiding it. We do miss you all the time; granted, we'd spend all of our time with you. We don't think of the smallest things you say, we think of every word you say, panicking at every single word, trying to define what it really means, to read between the lines.
We would love you in a million ways. And once we start loving you there is no going back for us. No matter how hard we try we will always love a girl who has touched our hearts. We will think of that girl first thing in the morning, and think of that girl last before we go to sleep at night. Whenever we see a couple, our thoughts immediately jump to that girl, and imagine that the couple was us. Every single detail about her is loved; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her voice. Her laughter. The sparkle in her eyes. Her shy smile. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she's asleep. And the way she says our name that our hearts just explode with joy, a simple act that no one else can replicate.
A boy in love with a girl is no simple thing, though ladies stereotype us guys as simple. A man in love is not simple. No, he will be unpredictable. He will be persistent, stubborn, and, if given the circumstance, would carry you around the world and back to win your heart. He will be a martyr, giving his all and asking for almost none. He will show you how to appreciate the beauty of the world in a thousand ways, and then tell you how much he appreciates your beauty in a million ways.
A man in love is no simple thing.
Now, I'm a girl, so I really don't know if this is how guys get about a girl, but I do know this:
We girls, we don't just get butterflies in our stomachs; our hearts leap for joy. We have you guys on our hearts as well, if not on our minds. And yes, seeing your name on the Chat List makes our hearts pound. If you're online while we are, the whole time we are praying you will say something to us, even if it's just a simple "Hello". When you talk to us, we cannot stop smiling, no matter hard we try, just because you're talking to us. We don't just miss you all the time, we wonder where you are, what you're doing right now, and we hope you're having a good time. We think of each word you speak to us, treasure it in our hearts, and ponder all the possible meanings of them. No, we don't remember every single word, we remember the meaning and the actions behind them.
We love you more than we think we do, and we would willingly do anything for you if it meant you would never leave. When we start loving you, we never completely stop, even if the relationship ends. We look upon the memories of you with fondness, and never forget even the smallest act of affection. We think of you at the first moment of the dawn and the last minute of the night. We think of the parts of our day that we will or might see you, and when those moments arrive, you completely and immediately overtake our thoughts. Everything about you we love; nothing is left out. If we truly love you, we do not judge, we don't run away, for we are one and the same, both dark and light. From your deepest, darkest secret to your crooked smile, we only love.
A girl in love is a complicated thing. Girls never really are predictable, and it only gets worse when we're in love. We won't be just unpredictable, we'll be surprising, genuine, sacrificing, and loving. Most of us like it when you show us common courtesy, but we would gladly return the favor for you. We don't ask for anything but your love, and return it a million times stronger. A girl in love will show you things you would never have known, never have believed, never have felt without her, and then she will show you how each thing reflects upon you to make you even more the man she knows and loves.
The guy a girl loves becomes a man through her love. A girl in love becomes a woman in his love.
If Girls Get Butterflies, What Do Guys Get?
Us boys, we don't get butterflies. We get fireworks. We don't have you on our mind 24/7, but we do have you on our hearts. Often, yes, we wait for you to get online. Sometimes just seeing your name under "Online Friends" makes our heart skip a beat, even if we don't chat. Whenever you talk to us, our face gets that half smile; it means we are happy but are trying our hardest not to show is, and failing at hiding it. We do miss you all the time; granted, we'd spend all of our time with you. We don't think of the smallest things you say, we think of every word you say, panicking at every single word, trying to define what it really means, to read between the lines.
We would love you in a million ways. And once we start loving you there is no going back for us. No matter how hard we try we will always love a girl who has touched our hearts. We will think of that girl first thing in the morning, and think of that girl last before we go to sleep at night. Whenever we see a couple, our thoughts immediately jump to that girl, and imagine that the couple was us. Every single detail about her is loved; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her voice. Her laughter. The sparkle in her eyes. Her shy smile. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she's asleep. And the way she says our name that our hearts just explode with joy, a simple act that no one else can replicate.
A boy in love with a girl is no simple thing, though ladies stereotype us guys as simple. A man in love is not simple. No, he will be unpredictable. He will be persistent, stubborn, and, if given the circumstance, would carry you around the world and back to win your heart. He will be a martyr, giving his all and asking for almost none. He will show you how to appreciate the beauty of the world in a thousand ways, and then tell you how much he appreciates your beauty in a million ways.
A man in love is no simple thing.
Now, I'm a girl, so I really don't know if this is how guys get about a girl, but I do know this:
We girls, we don't just get butterflies in our stomachs; our hearts leap for joy. We have you guys on our hearts as well, if not on our minds. And yes, seeing your name on the Chat List makes our hearts pound. If you're online while we are, the whole time we are praying you will say something to us, even if it's just a simple "Hello". When you talk to us, we cannot stop smiling, no matter hard we try, just because you're talking to us. We don't just miss you all the time, we wonder where you are, what you're doing right now, and we hope you're having a good time. We think of each word you speak to us, treasure it in our hearts, and ponder all the possible meanings of them. No, we don't remember every single word, we remember the meaning and the actions behind them.
We love you more than we think we do, and we would willingly do anything for you if it meant you would never leave. When we start loving you, we never completely stop, even if the relationship ends. We look upon the memories of you with fondness, and never forget even the smallest act of affection. We think of you at the first moment of the dawn and the last minute of the night. We think of the parts of our day that we will or might see you, and when those moments arrive, you completely and immediately overtake our thoughts. Everything about you we love; nothing is left out. If we truly love you, we do not judge, we don't run away, for we are one and the same, both dark and light. From your deepest, darkest secret to your crooked smile, we only love.
A girl in love is a complicated thing. Girls never really are predictable, and it only gets worse when we're in love. We won't be just unpredictable, we'll be surprising, genuine, sacrificing, and loving. Most of us like it when you show us common courtesy, but we would gladly return the favor for you. We don't ask for anything but your love, and return it a million times stronger. A girl in love will show you things you would never have known, never have believed, never have felt without her, and then she will show you how each thing reflects upon you to make you even more the man she knows and loves.
The guy a girl loves becomes a man through her love. A girl in love becomes a woman in his love.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Memory Lane
In my closet, there is a bright orange shoebox. In this shoebox are mementos from all kinds of events and good memories in my life. One such piece of junk is my homecoming ticket from freshman year. It triggered my writing senses, because I write songs and stuff. That's what I do so there. Well, more like lyrics, but you get the point. Anyway, here it is:
When I see you
I walk down Memory Lane
And remember the good times we had
And a few of the bad
What idiots we've been
I hope you walk this road
And when you do, you'll see
There'll be me, I'm sure
It's all I can ask for
Just like I've done
All you'll do is stop and smile
Then move on
Because we know
Things can never be the same
As they were in that memory
But may it be
That one of these days
We'll take that walk hand in hand
Just as good friends
And we'll watch our favorites, laugh at our worsts
Then continue down that road of memories
Because it's all we'll ever have
Honestly, this describes just about every person I've ever known, but it came from one memory. This poem, song, whatever you want to call it, is what I hope for. That one day, I'll be able to look at all the memories I made with one person, and be okay with all of them, because I couldn't ask for anything better.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
See? Told You I'd Devote An Entire Blog To Them
(to understand the title of this blog, see my first blog)
Music has saved my life. Okay, maybe not really, but changed it? Completely. Just over a year ago I went to my first rock concert, which triggered a huge chain reaction. And you know the rather ironic part? It wasn't even the main band who did it. Let me set it up for you...
The date: May 14, 2010.
The place: Intrust Bank Arena.
The bands playing: Sick Puppies, Breaking Benjamin, Shinedown, and Nickelback.
Nickelback was the one we went to go see, and my thoughts about the other bands were: "Hmmm, Sick Puppies, heard of them, never heard them, should be interesting. Breaking Benjamin: same. And Shinedown's got those awesome songs Second Chance and If You Only Knew, so that'll be cool." So yeah, it wasn't what I was expecting. We missed Sick Puppies because they played early, but I wasn't too disappointed; I'd heard they sucked anyway. Breaking Benjamin had such a distracting background and attitude (the lead singer came out on stage flipping everybody off and screamed f*** every other word) that I tuned them out. And then came Shinedown. Since then, because of that concert, they have become my favorite band. Ever. No questions asked. The acoustics in the arena were so bad you couldn't understand the lyrics, but it was still AMAZING. That's how awesome they were. They didn't even have to be fully understood, they were still mind blowing. After I was so hyped up from them I wanted to buy their T-shirt immediately, but I didn't. (blame my mother's common sense). Then came Nickelback, and they were pretty awesome. It was their shirt I bought, and do I regret it? No. Do I wish I'd gotten the Shinedown one all the same? Yes. Anyway, getting off track here...
A few days later, I bought their latest CD, The Sound of Madness. I listened to it so many times, I must have driven my mom crazy. And that was it, I was hooked. I got to know the band, became a member of their website, found their other CDs and listened to them too, and you know what that did to me? It inspired me, it gave me a dream to go after, it made me more outgoing, more willing, more ready. Shinedown hasn't been the only one though. All kinds of things inspire me every day, and to be perfectly frank, I consider the day a waste if I haven't made at least one person smile. It's my philosophy. Off track again... I can't exactly explain what happened that night at that concert, but something just... Clicked. It all kinda fell into place, and I suddenly knew that no matter what I did or where I went or who I was with, what I did had meaning, and it's meaning was to shed some light and maybe inspire someone else to be a better person, to be so much more than we are, and to become what God meant them to be. I think that's one of the meanings of life; to find the joy and inspiration in everything, and pass it on to others, so that they might do the same.
Music has saved my life. Okay, maybe not really, but changed it? Completely. Just over a year ago I went to my first rock concert, which triggered a huge chain reaction. And you know the rather ironic part? It wasn't even the main band who did it. Let me set it up for you...
The date: May 14, 2010.
The place: Intrust Bank Arena.
The bands playing: Sick Puppies, Breaking Benjamin, Shinedown, and Nickelback.
Nickelback was the one we went to go see, and my thoughts about the other bands were: "Hmmm, Sick Puppies, heard of them, never heard them, should be interesting. Breaking Benjamin: same. And Shinedown's got those awesome songs Second Chance and If You Only Knew, so that'll be cool." So yeah, it wasn't what I was expecting. We missed Sick Puppies because they played early, but I wasn't too disappointed; I'd heard they sucked anyway. Breaking Benjamin had such a distracting background and attitude (the lead singer came out on stage flipping everybody off and screamed f*** every other word) that I tuned them out. And then came Shinedown. Since then, because of that concert, they have become my favorite band. Ever. No questions asked. The acoustics in the arena were so bad you couldn't understand the lyrics, but it was still AMAZING. That's how awesome they were. They didn't even have to be fully understood, they were still mind blowing. After I was so hyped up from them I wanted to buy their T-shirt immediately, but I didn't. (blame my mother's common sense). Then came Nickelback, and they were pretty awesome. It was their shirt I bought, and do I regret it? No. Do I wish I'd gotten the Shinedown one all the same? Yes. Anyway, getting off track here...
A few days later, I bought their latest CD, The Sound of Madness. I listened to it so many times, I must have driven my mom crazy. And that was it, I was hooked. I got to know the band, became a member of their website, found their other CDs and listened to them too, and you know what that did to me? It inspired me, it gave me a dream to go after, it made me more outgoing, more willing, more ready. Shinedown hasn't been the only one though. All kinds of things inspire me every day, and to be perfectly frank, I consider the day a waste if I haven't made at least one person smile. It's my philosophy. Off track again... I can't exactly explain what happened that night at that concert, but something just... Clicked. It all kinda fell into place, and I suddenly knew that no matter what I did or where I went or who I was with, what I did had meaning, and it's meaning was to shed some light and maybe inspire someone else to be a better person, to be so much more than we are, and to become what God meant them to be. I think that's one of the meanings of life; to find the joy and inspiration in everything, and pass it on to others, so that they might do the same.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
I Love You Guys
I haven't posted for a while and I feel kinda guilty about that, so here I am typing away at 10:30 when I'm dead tired. My dear (probably imaginary) reader, you should feel very loved.This post will probably be short, but still, it eases my conscience. Weird, huh? I would like to apologize in advance, I'm not exactly sure of what I'm saying and will probably not remember half of this. At this time I would also like to apologize to all the grammar nazis out there, it's sure to be bad. And now I don't even remember what I was thinking of writing about... Random thoughts time!
My friends' creativity constantly amazes me. I am frequently teased by them (lovingly, of course) for 1) my shortness, 2) my Irishness (is that even a word?), 3) my spastic movements when people poke my sides, and 4) my very random Irish or British accent. I am affectionately referred to as "Areland" because that's how I pronounce "Ireland", and also Yentil (even though I'm not Jewish), Gretel-Smurf (not German either), the Wee Fightin' Irish, Panda-rin, and Emma. I honestly don't mind when they make fun of me, I make fun of myself. We joke that we wouldn't consider ourselves friends if we didn't constantly insult one another. We've got great relationships, huh?
Seriously, I think we do have some pretty awesome relationships between us. We joke around a lot, but at the end of the day, I'd trust any one of them to do anything for me and not drop the ball (well, maybe except for Abby...). Just kidding, I trust her too. I've some pretty great friends and I can't wait to see where we all end up and how we shape each other's lives. That's why I can honestly say: I love you guys!
My friends' creativity constantly amazes me. I am frequently teased by them (lovingly, of course) for 1) my shortness, 2) my Irishness (is that even a word?), 3) my spastic movements when people poke my sides, and 4) my very random Irish or British accent. I am affectionately referred to as "Areland" because that's how I pronounce "Ireland", and also Yentil (even though I'm not Jewish), Gretel-Smurf (not German either), the Wee Fightin' Irish, Panda-rin, and Emma. I honestly don't mind when they make fun of me, I make fun of myself. We joke that we wouldn't consider ourselves friends if we didn't constantly insult one another. We've got great relationships, huh?
Seriously, I think we do have some pretty awesome relationships between us. We joke around a lot, but at the end of the day, I'd trust any one of them to do anything for me and not drop the ball (well, maybe except for Abby...). Just kidding, I trust her too. I've some pretty great friends and I can't wait to see where we all end up and how we shape each other's lives. That's why I can honestly say: I love you guys!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Expect the Unexpected
I'm not exactly a person who tries to be like the popular crowd or fit in with anyone else. I'm my own person, and I'm okay with that. I actually try to be different from others, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I want to be heard or want to stand out. I promote uniqueness, and I frequently encourage my friends to not be afraid to put themselves out there. At the same time, there are things you should only share with certain people, or maybe no one at all. It's a delicate balance of knowing how to listen, how to share, and how to understand. When I think I've had a good conversation with someone, it's because they listened to me, gave me good advice or said the right thing, and then I in turn did the same for them. Talking to people can work so much out and bring so many realizations about your life to light. For instance, me and a friend who I wasn't that close to before ended up having what must have been at least a 7 hour conversation, all through texting. At the end of it, I felt so much better knowing that I had discovered this person who knew what I had been through, and it humbled me in some ways. Sharing what we did that night, I felt like a little pressure had been relieved, because now I had someone who I could trust to never laugh, never scoff, and never put me down. That kind of experience is awesome, and I hope I'm that kind of friend too. It taught me to expect the unexpected, because life's always surprising.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Just Go With It
So, for reasons even I'm not sure of, here I am sitting at my computer at 11:37, typing my first blog ever. I think the main reason I'm doing this is because I follow my cousin's, and it seems like an excellent way to in some way put down the thoughts that are always swimming around in my head, so there you are. My favorite musician ever said, "I have a voice because I have something to say." Ask any of my friends and they'll tell you: I am somewhat opinionated. Not in a stick-it-to-the-man, government-hating, complaining sort of way, I just have something to say, which can be quite a bit sometimes, hence this blog. I'm also being a bit comma happy right now, if you haven't noticed.
If for some obscure reason you're interested, the aforementioned favorite musician is Brent Smith, lead singer of the band Shinedown. Assuming you read more than one of these posts, you will probably see them mentioned several times. I admire him and the band very much, for reasons which I could probably devote an entire blog to, and possibly actually will. Some other things you should be warned about if you want to follow me or whatever are that this blog is all about my experiences and the way I see life (really, what blog isn't?), but I will not use any names or go on and on about how I saw some cute guy today and he looked at me or something like that. I am not one of those teens. Sorry to disappoint you. (I'm also somewhat sarcastic, in case you don't pick up on that). You'll probably get a rare insight into my mind, because honestly, I'm just writing this, and whatever comes out comes out. So it may be a bit confusing, but please just go with it, okay?
If for some obscure reason you're interested, the aforementioned favorite musician is Brent Smith, lead singer of the band Shinedown. Assuming you read more than one of these posts, you will probably see them mentioned several times. I admire him and the band very much, for reasons which I could probably devote an entire blog to, and possibly actually will. Some other things you should be warned about if you want to follow me or whatever are that this blog is all about my experiences and the way I see life (really, what blog isn't?), but I will not use any names or go on and on about how I saw some cute guy today and he looked at me or something like that. I am not one of those teens. Sorry to disappoint you. (I'm also somewhat sarcastic, in case you don't pick up on that). You'll probably get a rare insight into my mind, because honestly, I'm just writing this, and whatever comes out comes out. So it may be a bit confusing, but please just go with it, okay?
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