giving up

in life, we're met with difficulties,

at first, we may be able to overcome them,

but as you progress and expectations grow,

morale begins to peter out.

life throws unexpected curveballs at you

as if life is just a casual game of catch

in the fresh, crisp air of a summer evening.

as more piles upon what is already there,

giving up seems more and more logical.

i am guilty.

when things begin to become hard,

and my morale starts to fade,

i give up.

when i try one too many times,

i become frustrated.

when things don't go the way i want,

i begin to recede into myself.

when people need me the most,

i tell them to have a nice life.

we're not in this life to make friends,

are we?  if so, why is it so easy for me

to ruin friendships i once cherished?

for that, i have the perfect answer.

too easily, i give up.

pointless

sometimes, i can't help but wonder why 

some things are made or put into action.

things that puzzle me are wrongful actions,

gossiping, and american laws. 

some things are just quite pointless.

why would you go around 

bashing other people?

why would you waste someone's

time with a prank call?

why would you create a law 

about sleeping with porcupines?

most importantly, why would 

you lie to make yourself

see cooler? it doesn't make any sense.

some things are just pointless.

transitions

new teachers are good, aren't they?

if you don't like the current teacher

you have, you're blessed with a better

one in most best-case scenarios, correct?

well, what happens when you loved your teacher?

what happens when she leaves on maternity leave

and you figure out she'll never come back?

well, it happened to me. and trust me,

it sucks. now, im stuck listening to

endless lectures on how i'm on a higher

thinking level and not stupid. how she's

so fair and kind and honest.

how she got pulled over by a police

officer for speeding or how she doesn't

want to teach for military kids because she 

doesn't want to be on the front lines.

oh, with this new teacher i learn lots and lots.

i learn about her,

but honestly, do i want to

learn about my teacher or science

that i go to that class for?

it's just a thought. sue me for wanting

to be able to pass my science class.

sue me for wanting to learn something in

school. i think i'll write her a hateful

sincere letter telling her how i feel.

i guess i'll take matters in my own hands.

she says transition is good, but

i think i can beg to differ this time.

happy new years

it's bizarre how fast even a year goes.

it seems like 2010 had only begun a blink ago.

then again, maybe it's not bad the year has ceased.

2010 brought good memories and bad. 2010

brought me my first kiss and my first heartbreak.

most importantly, 2010 has made me realize my

priorities and made me mature so much. 

for 2011, i'm expecting a lot of out myself.

i want to stop being on my computer so much,

spend time with my sister a little more, and become

a little more social. i want to expand my knowledge

on my flute, and i want to continue to let my writing grow.

i also want to post more often on here because i think

getting your thoughts on paper, or typed up, really is a

huge stress reliever. maybe one day ill look back on

this and laugh. maybe i'll be grateful i did it. whatever

the reason, i still think this blog is a good idea.

the last thing i want to do, no mater how silly

or unreasonable it seems...

i want to write a book.

vacations

It's funny how you go through life

in a blur of colors and sounds.

It goes forever and ever, and

once you get a break, you realize

just how fast time can fly. Two weeks

of pure bliss and laziness feels

like two days. A whole summer

vanishes with the blink of an

eye. Then, you go back to the

same routine, as you wait for

another vacation.

That first day back to work,

you yearn for another vacation.

sundays

Although some may beg to differ,

my definition of Sunday is relaxing and

getting ready for the week ahead.

To me, it's the closure of the week,

but many say it's just the beginning.

I dread Sundays because it's that much

closer to Monday. It's the end to a good

weekend, and the start of a hard week.

The next day, you must go to school,

work, or where ever you may go,

feeling disappointed that you didn't

get everything you wanted done.

I dread Sunday nights when I'm busy

choosing tomorrow's outfit or finishing 

last minute homework. I dread the focus

you need for the next day, going to bed early,

ending a good game of play. Sunday's different

for everyone, but that's Sunday for me.

It's the week's storybook ending.

thanksgiving

thanksgiving is a day of thanks.

there's so many things i can be

thankful for. im thankful for my dog,

im thankful for my good grades,

amazing teachers, mountain dew,

chick flicks, my computer, my father,

books, vanilla, apples, blankets,

just dance 1 & 2, life, freedom, music,
glee, emotions, money, itunes, love,

and so many other things. but most of all,

this year, i'm thankful for my sister.

even though she's a pain in the rear,

i love her anyways.