It’s getting kind of late but I’m restless and this is always when I do my best thinking. I’ve decided this summer I’m not only gonna focus on basketball but also on writing my novel. I have snippets of different things from over the years and I think now is when I really need to get my act together and make this thing happen. I’m sure its not gonna be any sort of best seller, but its a start people. Alright my thumbs are getting weaker with each word I write. Calling it a night. Deuces.
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.
1 Corinthians 10:13
Thinking aloud par usual. Wild how many times one catches themselves thinking that life is too short. I mean, we’ve all thought it. But now think just how many times we’ve thought about it and then continues to take advantage of it. One second the world seems pretty peachy. Next thing you know, reality becomes hell on earth? Who would’ve thought right? Don’t go a second without realizing how good you have it. Or how much the people in your life really mean to you. You’ll never know when the sun won’t rise for you. Or when your ticker will stop. Or when those people you couldn’t live without aren’t there anymore. Cause, the thing about life is, we never know. Every second. Every minute. Its all a surprise. No one knows what’s to come and no one knows when it’ll come to an end. We must take everything with a grain of salt. Who’s to say how much we have left? Peace love & happiness.
Reading through some of my posts and I’ve come to realization that people who read this, if anyone reads this at all, probably think I’m some super-depressed-emo-over-emotional lost soul; but really I am super happy. I swear. I’m just not good with talking about how I feel and verbally expressing what’s going through my head. Instead, I use this as my outlet. Because here I can let it all out; not to mention give myself the slightest bit of self assurance that someone is listening to me. So just to make this clear. I really am happy. Just have a lot of things on my mind and I don’t do a very good job of letting them out. So I turn to this…
I’m sitting here on the deckkk at the beach jus thinking.. And I may be the luckiest person in the world. I may not have money. I may not be the smartest person around. Or the have the best looks. But the people in my life seriously surpass any of that stuff. My family is unbelievable. I couldn’t ask for better parents who sacrifice so much for me. I couldn’t ask for better siblings. And I def couldn’t ask for better friends. They make me wanna get up every morning. No lie.
I wanna travel. I just want to pick up and leave one day. Like just go somewhere where no one knows me. And just be there and meet people and just kinda migrate around helping people or like figuring them out. Like their stories and background and like their goals and just everything. I’m happy with my life right now but I just want something different. Something more interesting and something that I can get more out of. Like idk the same old stuff every day I just feel like its a waste. Like its not what I should be doing with my life right now. I think there’s something bigger out there for me. And I wish I could figure it out or at least have the freedom to explore what it could be. Idkkkkkk gah. Just a thought had to get it out…
“Long ago didn’t know you, ya didn’t know me, soon enough we became the famous NRC.”
Loving the beach
Really in the mood to write. Something will def be posted tomorrow. Now that my two weeks of freedom are over my game face is back on and I’m ready to focus. Til tomorrow. Deuces.
The days are longer when your near me, when you got me going strong, when the world around us crumbles and we act like nothings wrong. And I meant what I said. You are my everything.
A friend of mine recently wrote of popular trends and the latest fads for our generation. Because she is always such an inspiration to me I decided to follow up with this topic, in my own sense of course.
Rather than discussing anything with actual physical features, I’ve decided to explore a trend that seems to be surfacing rapidly among our youth… And when I use the word surfacing I literally mean THE SURFACE only.
The trend: a fake fad. If I may define it myself I’d say it’s nounish..- The state off have a false or misleading appearance; fraudulent; something (or in this case, someone) that is not authentic or genuine; a sham.
If you chose to take a brief sabbatical and ponder over the matter chances are you know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ve come to the conclusion that this fad does not lie in the hands of the perpetrators, rather, an illness. An ailment. A border-line disease.
Because, let’s face it, healthy people just know better.
Well like any other illness or disease it needed a name. I first thought of calling it “Fononucleosis” but because it is only one letter shy of the kissing disease “Mononucleosis” I didn’t want people to be confused between fake bitches and ill sluts. I then went for “Fakeitos” but didn’t get that original “bam that’s it” feeling. Finally, after great thought (a 3 minute commercial period during Chelsea Lately) I decided “Fraudulentia” was the best I could come up with. It seemed perfect. Mature. Intelligentish. And has a bit of a ring to it.
So Fraudulentia it is, and boy is it spreading like the plague these days. Example numero uno. Today, during hours and hours of strenuous studying/not-studying-at-all-while-on-fbook, I came across a series of photos that made me want to laugh yet cry in pity for these poor girls all at the same time. It was as if everything pertaining to them is a show. Hair, nails, make-up, constantly done. Fake tans, fake eye lashes, matter of fact fake friends. Caught up in a life that is surreal. Oh the day when the real world strikes them, that’ll be the real show.
Moving on to other things not worth my time, I browsed through my Twitter #timeline. Sometimes, I seriously question how people made it as far as they have in their lives with the shit they write on twitter. Here’s an example of the grammar I came across (of course I’ll have to change the wording but you’ll get the jist): “Duuuuude I be crazy pumpd cuz me Jack Jill and MaryJane is dippin class early cuz this snow n ice booooi.” Alright, the grammar irritation could just be the English Major in me, but cooooome on people. “I be?” Like whaaaaa? Here’s the sad part and where the whole fake aspect ties in… THEY’RE WELL EDUCATED WEALTHY DIFFICULT-WHATEVER-MAJORS WHO PROCEED TO TWEET LIKE THIS DAY IN AND DAY OUT. Hello people, its not cool to talk one way in person and another way when you’re hiding behind your computer, iPad, Blackberry, or whatever the hell else you’re using… I feel relieved now for getting that off my chest though.Kudos.
Finally, my last Fraudulentia pet-peeve: the Fraudulentia patient who suffers from Multiple Personalities as well. For instance, adding me on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Microsoft Office, whatever, and then putting your head down when you see me. WTF is that?? Facebook can make us friend-official but you can’t even shoot me a smile when you pass by me in the dining hall? Here’s a tip, you suffer from Fraudulentia, get help or grow up. Want to say hi to me when you don’t know anyone at a party but act like you don’t know me at Sunday breakfast? Fraudulentia. Want to put up kissy-face snapshots or make sure you’re raising a red cup in your Fbook pics? Fraudulentia. Want to talk to me one day and then pretend I don’t exist the next? F-r-a-u-d-u-l-e-n-tia. And lastly, want to Tweet like the only education you have ever had is credited to the collection of the School House of Rock videos? FRAUDULENTIA. I mean seriously people. What is society coming to…
Here’s a little lesson that Dr. Seuss once said: “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” So there you have it folks. Be yourself. No need to be fake.
Ah that’s all I have for tonight. Gotta get to bed. Bacon Breakfast Thursday tomorrow. Sweet dreams.
When you’re sitting around thinking bout what you can’t change and worrying about all the wrong things, time’s flying by, moving so fast better make it count cause you can’t get it back.