Nice Kicks

These outward appearances that we are all so concerned about just don't really matter. Yeah, you got nice kicks...

 yeah, you look beautiful...

 but that's not what really what attracts you to a person. It's not what's here, or there, or this, or that. It's your mind, your soul, what your true intentions are. That's what we should find attractive in someone.

I'd rather have a breakthrough

I need a break, but I'd rather have a breakthrough,

I'm losing my sleep running after you,

But still, I'd rather have a breakthrough,

So I don't stop making moves,

I need a break, but I'd rather have a breakthrough,

I'm tripping on hurdles running after you,

But I can see it right at my fingertips,

Isn't it classic?

- Bryce Avary of The Rocket Summer

Every song has a different meaning to every person. It's an odd thing, really. Originally when I heard this song, I did not like it. I thought that he was meaning he'd rather have a breakthrough in his career, or elsewhere, in life. I mean, it sounds a little bit like a potential break-up song. But, now that I've had more experience with life, I've realized that I don't think that was the original intent of the lyrics.

He needs a break from everything,
But he'd rather have a breakthrough in getting to a girl,
He's been wanting something big to happen in the relationship, but it just hasn't happened.

The song is the start of a new thought process, where he realized things aren't just gonna happen. You have to make a move, otherwise it might be too late.

There's a million other interpretations (yes, I do realize Bryce is happily married), but this one is mine :)

Ya know...

...people influence me even when they're not around. It's the strangest thing. It's kind of like J.D. from Scrubs, except I wonder what they would do. I still have my J.D. moments once in a while, but they always involve someone else.

Even my grandpa who was given back to the earth five years ago still influences me. And at the time I never thought he would. He was not one to give wise words of advice, or reprimand me. He was just who he was. He'd try to sneak food while he was on his diet, he's have 'two pound babies' when his diaper had to be changed, and the whole lot. Yeah, 'babies'. Hope you know what I mean.

Heck, when I think about it, both of my grandfathers were like that. My other grandfather had an addiction to Shrimp, and my aunts and uncles always had the craziest stories to tell. So, this happened when his kids were all grown-up:

They were on a vacation a few states away from Tennessee and just got back fromm the Golden Corral (buffet restaurant; of course he stuffed himself silly). Well, my grandpa got into his hotel room and went to sleep immediately. He was awakened by a young couple who entered their room and found him sleeping in there. He somehow got in the wrong room! So, he was really confused when these people came in, and refused to leave because he was stubborn. Hotel staff got involved. My family left the hotel very soon after that.

But, the most important thing I've learned from them has been to just be yourself (by audioslave) and to not always take life so seriously (Shawn Spencer's (psych) grandpa).

If I were to die...

In life...we all strive to find love. Peace. Happiness.

But many times, we find sorrow, maybe even despair instead. For some reason all we want to do is look at the dark and lonely road. And after that happens, we try to avoid it - often times for so long that we don't realize we are actually stuck on that road. What many of us fail to realize is...being on that road is a good thing. But, as in everything, moderation is key. You can't know joy, without knowing sorrow. You can't know sorrow, without knowing joy. Humans are meant to be beings of emotion.

There is always something we can do when we find ourselves in a conflict. You can ALWAYS hope for a brighter tomorrow, and a better world for those who are yet to come. For without hope...we don't have much.

I have to get this off my chest. I've been following a training protocol since November, I can only eat meat, eggs, and vegetables, and I am in the best shape of my life (I'm only 18 tho...). There's still a ton of room for improvement but it's very promising.

American Psycho :)

What needs to get off my chest is I need to warn you guys about gluttony. Very bad. Actually, I would prefer to get it out of my stomach than off my chest now that I think about it. I have one hour a week (usually Friday or Saturday), where I can eat whatever or however much I want. Today, I totally pigged out. In an hour, I ate as many calories as Michael Phelps does in a day. Yeah. Except I only had a half hour of exercise. Not eating for a week sounds really good right now considering I had to crawl to get to this chair my stomach hurts so bad.

GLUTTONY = BAD

BAD = NOT GOOD

NOT GOOD = USUALLY DETRIMENTAL TO YOU IN SOME WAY

USUALLY DETRIMENTAL TO YOU IN SOME WAY = I'M NEVER GONNA DO THIS SAME THING AGAIN

You'll never get away with this, Black Helmet Man! You are bad! You are bad and we are good! Your badness will be the end of you, and our goodness will be our triumph! Bad is bad - good is good! Bad-bad-good-bad! Good-good-bad-good, bad! Good.

Yeah. And I'm leaving this as a testimony to ya'll  that I won't ever pig out this much again. Emphasis on too much. I have definitely learned my limits. And I went waaaaaayyyyyyyy over them. It's like comparing a GameBoy Color to whatever the newest creation from Nintendo is. (I'll add pictures to this post l8r this weekend, I need to fall on the floor and writhe in agony for ANOTHER 6 hours).

Story time

You know the TV show Adventure Time? Well this post has nothing to do with it. Sorry for getting your hopes up.
I was also thinking about a song by The Goo Goo Dolls called "Let Love In".

But I do have a story to share...

Three men come to the door of a house. They knock on the door. A woman comes to the door, and she tells the three men that her husband is not home, so they will have to wait till later to come back. The men tell her they'll come back later that evening.
Her husband gets home.
An hour later, the trio of men knock on the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. The husband, the wife, and their daughter all go to the door to answer it. The three men explain that the family could only invite one of them to go inside.
The three men were Wealth, Faith, and Love. Almost immediately, the husband calls for Wealth to come in as they have been in bad circumstances for quite some time. At the same moment, the wife calls for Faith to come in. The couple starts to argue, when the wife notices a tug on her shirt. It's her daughter.
And she says, "Why don't you let Love in?"
And with that, the couple let Love come inside the house. All of a sudden, all three men come inside, and the couple is surprised.
Love says, "When you invite Love in, you invite everything into (y)our home."

THE END

Twue Love

I was curious...so I decided to look up what many different faiths beliefs in marriage were and instead found a story about what 'true love' really is...

Well, it went something like this, I can't find the story again...

A friend of a friend (and now this is 'random person's online's friend of a friend'), had recently gotten married around age thirty after about two years of courting (dating). Just a few months into their marriage they went to a fair/carnival type place. Boy I bet they regret that decision (I personally love these; my city has done one every year expect for lasteryears ago for whatever reason).

Well, somehow the husband ended up falling out (I can already think of more than fifteen ways this coulda happened...). He ended up going to the hospital and became a quadriplegic.

Now, this is the cool part. They were in what this lady called 'true love' (everyone's definition of true love is different but I believe that this is a pretty good definition of true love). The guy's wife changes his diapers and everything whenever it's needed. Remember, they're in their thirties. That's a ton of diapers. Along with the fact that they can't do things that 'normal couples do'.

So...for anyone asking if they are really in love, you should simply ask yourself this question: Would you be willing to change your spouses diaper forever if they lost function of most of their body just a few months after marriage?

It's a tough question...but do know that you can get over it (I learned that with my grandpa)...well, you can get over the changing the diaper part pretty easy, the smell is hard to get used to (all you with kids know what I'm talking about (yup, I can say I've changed all my nephews diapers...)).

By the way...here is a FANTASTIC song by Parachute called 'Forever And Always' off their album 'The Way It Was'...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt3BFy9w_NI