Mind blogging. Music. Etc.

All the time, I find myself blogging inside of my head. Quite elaborately. I never post anything because I HATE the mobile version of blogger. Right now I'm watching August Rush, and this movie is so inspiring. This little kid is like, a music mastermind. It takes him places and just UGHHHH <3. Music is the thing that reminds me that there is something greater out there. It's something that is universally understood and can be interpreted by all. It binds you to something that's just.. other-worldly.
That's all.

I want to be at the beach.

Something about spring break makes me want to go be in one of those big mosh pits that you see on MTV or something. Even though none of them remember it, I think it would be HILARIOUS to be sober around so many drunk people. Or maybe it would just be annoying. I just want to be at the beach right now. Soooo bad. Spring break should be sandy toes and salty skin. Oh, and getting tan. I've resorted to tanning while laying on my trampoline. That is so sad. Playing in the creek behind my house and taking pictures with my 11 year old brother is about as interesting as it has been this week. I really hope college is more interesting than this. Probably not, but I can hope.. right?

I'm. So. Bored.

You know, I tend to forget to blog. It's sad really. I really wish I knew for a fact that people read this, because then I would have more motivation to actually write. Anyways, life's good. I was on TV on valentines day with the Cabot High GSA, which was an honor. I think everything is turning out pretty well.
READY. FOR. COLLEGE.

kbye.

Heart vs. Heart

There are many many ways people speak of hearts. There's the one that's in your chest that is vital for life, and there is the one that is more of an emotional figure than a physical one. I am going to talk about both and how they are so much alike. First of all, it's 12:04 in the morning and will probably be much later after I finish this, so if I have grammatical errors, then I'm sorry. I will probably change subjects after I get finished with this, and then the title will no longer apply to the full extent. I am eventually going to talk about what I started with. 

That's called ADD kids.

Okay, so there's two hearts, a physical one and an emotional one. However, when we refer to our heart emotionally we talk about it being broken and what not. Physically it's just diseases and stuff. If you think about the two hearts, do either of them look the same? Are they the same color? Same shape? No. So I was wondering, how did two things so different ever even BEGIN to be called the same thing. 

Well, here's my theory. A human heart is one of the 5 most vital organs in the body. It's very well protected by the thoracic rib cage and enclosed in a sac. There's a sort of boundary between it and the rest of the body.  The heart is a very sensitive organ in my opinion, and if hurt, can result in a very traumatic experience. The heart is so delicate and necessary for life, or at least a normal one. I mean like, if something is chronic, then you can't have a normal life.

The emotional heart, theoretical heart, whatever you want to call it, is also within boundaries. Not everyone's heart has boundaries or walls though. Sometimes, people are careless and let someone in and give their love and it ends up being the biggest mistake of their life. Like the real heart, this one does not do well with injury. You can be left scarred forever. The worst thing about this wound is that it isn't visible but it hurts so much more and no one can see that you are in pain. It's all inside. Those with wounded hearts are forever ruined. Or at least the way I see it. There is always going to be a wall around that persons heart and they will not want to let anyone in. I know I don't. The only good thing about this wound is that it keeps you, or me, from giving out love to someone who doesn't deserve it. It makes me over look people, I over examine people and say "next" before even giving them a fighting chance. That's one of my fatal flaws. About this wall... It is impenetrable. You have to be let in to this persons heart, there is no working your way in. If you get let in to this persons life and you are given love, then that love should be cherished and not taken for granted. That was how the wound was inflicted in the first place. Do beware though, trust issues are bound to be a problem. Past relationships have a great effect on future ones. Hearts do not forget the pain they have been caused, and yes, I can personify hearts. A heart is very aware, emotionally, and literally has a mind of it's own. I know mine does. So I guess I should just stop speaking for everyone. I can try my hardest to like someone, and I may start to like them, but at a certain point, my hearts says "no.." and I can no longer have feelings for them. It's so weird, I know, but I don't think I am the only one that this happens to. 

I could write all night about this. But it's getting late and I need sleep. 

Don't break a heart, and don't get yours broken. 

Outside of your town.

Many times I have wondered what brings someone to bullying. I've come to the conclusion that most of it is within the home, and that fact breaks my heart. How could a parent lead a child to think that it is okay to "stand up" by attacking someone? By attacking I mean mentally and physically. I aspire to get to children at the earliest age possible and let them know that diversity is acceptable. There is going to be a point in these children's lives when they get in to this diverse world that we live in. Maybe in your town everyone is the same, but out there.. No. There are people who are different colors, religions, and sexualities.
To all of you who find yourself judging others by traits like these, I just have one thing to say.
Be prepared.

Merry Latemas

I got lots for Christmas.
GPS. Kindle. Cologne. Rubix Cube. Clothes, lots of clothes.
AND TOMS <3 UGH.
So Merry Christmas.

And something about New Years. Grool.

My week. So far.

So, this was finals week. Luckily I didn't have to go Monday or Tuesday.

But of course on Wednesday I have two of my hard tests. History and Math.

I did "okay" on both of them, I think.

Also this is like, that week where you go to like grandparents houses and see people who tell me how tall I've gotten or how handsome I am. While I just stand there smiling and hugging them like I actually know who they are. Yea, I really don't, but I do remember pretending to know them last year.

Knowing my family they're probably a 15th cousin twice removed, or like a great aunt or something.

Now it's off to another grandmothers house.

Merry Christmas.