I should...

Probably be working on homework, but I'm not. I'm sitting on the fourth floor of the building where my Shakespeare class is located. It starts in approximately twenty five minutes, and what better to do than sit here and say hello to all of you.

There is the gigantic window on my left which faces out to campus, and it's really interesting watching people walk by. Some of them are loners like me, trudging along head down, backpack tight over shoulder. I wonder what the world would be like if all of us lonely people banded together. We should live in a world where there doesn't have to be loners, or places where people fall forgotten through the cracks. Everyone needs a friend. It just seems to be so hard to make friends. I mean I have done it, but I have this problem where I make friends with people who need just as much as I do and I end up giving what I don't really have to give, which isn't so bad.

The interesting thing is that I titled this blog Love Always because I want to Love Always, I want the world to remember to Love Always, because if we did I think it would be a better place. Or maybe I'm just a dreamer.

Anyway, I'm off to class, here is to a happy, love filled Monday.

On the eve of going back to school.

So here I lie awake worrying about tomorrow. My university gets a longer Christmas break than most people, which I know I'm spoiled and it's really cool but let me tell you... I am NOT ready to go back. School (Especially college) has always been a challenge for me, and I am terrified because this semester I'm taking more classes than I have before. I really just want to break down and cry about now, but I know that I have to finish things that I have to stick it out and get my degree. I have to be stronger. I have to remember that this is for my own good.

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I have to take a deep breath. I can do this. Wish me luck.

Love always.

In Memorium

Today is the one year anniversary of my Grandpa's death.

Grandpa this post is for you.

{Via My Camera :) }

There is Always Hope

(Weheartit)

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am, and how many blessings that I have in my life. Today my prayers and thoughts go out to those affected by the earthquakes in Haiti. I wish there was more I could do to help.

(Weheartit)

In Memory Of

This post is dedicated to the life of Miep Gies. A woman of courage who risked her life to help hide friends in a secret annex during WWII.

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"You can still find it more important to do your human duty, and that is to assist people who need more help. I don't consider myself heroic. To tell you, I was more afraid of the many sleepless nights and the unhappy life I would have afterward had I refused to help."
~ Miep Gies

May we all live our lives more like her.

Hello to the New Year!!

This has been a long time coming. I've been meaning to get back to blogging, because I miss it. So here it is, my first a official post.

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2009 wasn't that great of a year, so I'm striving to make 2010 one of the best. My goals include:

• Being nicer to my brothers and sisters
• Blog more
• Writing more
• Finishing a book (writing one that is)
• READ as MUCH as possible
• Laugh everyday
• Don't give up in school
• Smile
• Figure out myself
• Discover who I am
• Encourage everyone around me to be the best they can be.
  
• Sing MORE! (Even though I don't have a good voice ;)
  
• Find peace
  
• Live Happier
• Be better
• Love Always
  

It's a huge list, but maybe posting it here will help me live it.

Happy Monday!!

2010 Resolutions

My first resolution for 2010: become a better blogger!!

Time passes so quickly, and putting off blogging until tomorrow stretches out for days, and then weeks, and then months and I feel like such a lamer! And I still want to blog.

So here's to 2010, to a fresh start. To a good year.

Happy New Year!

Quiet Reflections: coming back down to earth

{So I was just in a really bad mood for the first half of today. Angry at myself, angry at school and stupid professors, and everything. And then I saw something on the news that brought me back to earth, and reminded me what life is all about.}

There was a boy who died this morning on the way to school where I live. He was seventeen. I didn't know him, but I've been crying for him. For his family and his friends who lost him. I cry because this time yesterday he had no idea that his last day on earth was slipping away. When he woke up this morning he probably brushed his teeth, ate his favorite cereal, kissed his mom goodbye. He didn't know he was about to die. All those times as a kid when he wondered what he would be when he grew up, or who he would marry, or where he would go to college won't ever happen, because now he's gone.

How does that happen? How does life get cut so sudden and so short? And because it does how do we so easily forget what life is about, and why it matters? How do we let so much slip out of our grasps?


To this boy, I am thinking of you, of your family and friends, of all the people who will remember you, of the imprint you left on the world. These balloons are for you. Rest in Peace.



To those who are reading this stop for a moment in your day, and remember why you're living it.






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Ode To Autumn

Well not exactly, I'm not going to write a poem, but since today is the first day of fall (YAY!!!) I thought I would give a little nod to the weather, and urge it to stop getting hot where I live.



















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One of those Days

I should've known when my hair refused to do what I wanted it to do, that today was going to begin really crappy.



{Via Perplexigirl on Wehearit}

I go to history, sit through a discussion on a book we read and wrote a paper on. Realize that my paper is WRONG. Try to fix, then erase corrections, accept fate, and turn it in.

Go to Poetry. Class workshops MY poem which I know stinks, but hey I'm not a poet. So I sit there, clicking my pen telling myself over and over that I don't care what they think. Guess I really do. They didn't get it. They didn't like it. My professor says it "had good moments". That's what I say to someone when their poem is so bad it can't be fixed.

Go to fiction, sit through fifty freaking minutes of nothing. Of my teacher rave about this disgusting, disturbing story that I won't even name. Realize that I have a short story due friday that I don't have any ideas on.

Go to be my car. I've been blocked in by some idiot who parked behind me against a red painted sidewalk. Hello idiot! Try to back out without hitting someone, whilst noticing a guy walking by and laughing at me.

Though it could be worse. I could be poor poor taylor swift who got snuffed by that douche Kanye at the VMAs.

I could be the kid walking in front of me as I exited the liberal arts building. Who instead of stepping through the door smacked into the window. Lol.

Smile Little Robot. It will be okay.

Write It Down

So I listened to a very interesting discussion about journal writing today, and it really made me think about not only blogging, but keeping a journal just for yourself. Record your life. For future generations and for your future self. And hey even for your present self. Spew those bad feelings, and then rip up the paper and chuck it (that way you never have to read it again, ha ha.)

But writing is so important. I think sometimes when I'm doing it I catch a glimpse of myself, of the person I am deep down on the inside, that part of you that you forget exists, or that you've never met. It's there waiting for you to find it.

So write.

Technically It's Sunday...

But I'm posting as if it were Saturday. haha. I spent all day being bored, until the end of it. When I worked with Imovie and made a little slide show of some pictures I've taken over the year - because I LOVE photography, amateur photography that is... ;)

But I set it up to this song called Beautiful Life, and it made me realize...

Life is Beautiful, and we only have it once. Why am I spending it as a shut in? Why am I resigning myself to this fate?

So the challenge here I offer to everyone, including myself.

Jump.



There is only one life. Live it the best of your ability, and don't waste it.

I don't want to waste it anymore. Find out what's important, like family and friends, and doing what you love the most. Don't listen to the criticism of others unless it's constructive. And always love, there can never be too much.

Last Day Of Summer

It's true, I just typed those horrible little words. Today is the last day of my summer.



I'm back on campus Monday morning bright and early. Why oh why have you deceived me summer? You came full of promise, dreams, and adventure, and are leaving memories, and a sun burn. Okay, that's a lie about the sun burn. But still... why must it go by so fast?

That's the problem with summer. At the beginning all you can see is a list of goals, you are going to be a different person this time around, and then it's gone, and it's still the same old you hanging around.

So because of this melancholic day I offer a dare. Complete now or on your last day of summer, but do something crazy simply because it's the last day. Now nothing dangerous crazy, just fun. And well let's face it "Crazy" for me is probably like normal for everyone else.

But I think mayhap I'll go to a... *pauses with anticipation* concert tonight.

Haha that's the goal we'll see if it happens.