I loooove the feeling I get after I've exercised. It's as if my look on the world shifts to something a little more positive. I know, I've read all the articles talking about how it is scientifically proven that exercise does, in fact, release chemicals which make you feel good (about yourself and everything around you). It's amazing how I can leave the house in the foulest of moods, go for a walk or kick some stuff at karate, and come home with a smile wider than the Mississippi. : D I'm only two techniques away from getting my second stripe. It's great to have finally found something that makes me feel good, and is just as good for me too.
Is it possible to love someone so much that they become a part of you? Like, you can look back on your life, and see what an impact they made on your life... and how they changed you. Am I changed because of that person? I don't know. This year is a little hard, because it feels like I'm loosing touch with that part of myself. I know it's not possible... however, change is inevitable. But... maybe with something so strong, you can stretch it the length of the world, and it will never snap. Maybe time, like a knife that slices away at everyone during every second of their lives, can't even touch it. Perhaps it will eventually become the noose that I will hang myself with (metaphorically speaking of course). But, I can't do anything about it... I may not let it show on my face, or in my words, but I don't think any one person could ever have the raw capability to cause so much pain and happiness. It should almost be a sin. It's naive and foolish, but alive, and real.
Hmm, that felt good. : )
School tomorrow! : D
haha...
Buenos noches.

Sunday Blues- Happy Monday

Sunday, although holy, is very depressing- almost as much as Monday. It's the day when you realize that your two (or in this case, three) days of "leisure" have been wasted, and that tonight, I will have to set my alarm clock for 6:30 AM. And then tomorrow morning, Monday, I will wake up feeling like my eyelids weigh and extra 20 pounds, and have to prepare myself for 7, monotonous periods. During the weekend, my life is divided into 50 minute increments. At least I have art and Drama. : )
However, tomorrow will be special. One of those "embrace change" and "don't be afraid of the unexpected" days. I'm just glad that I have so many amazing friends.
It's interesting to me, when I look back and realize all the people I've met, and the relationships I've formed with them over the years (or in some cases, even days). How can someone get so close to a person in a week, and not 5 years? I can still chat with someone who lives in another country, but not have the courage to talk to the people that have lived near me for my entire life. Is it fear of rejection, or just plain laziness that plagues me? Or have I just become so comfortable with my daily routine, that I close myself out to all of the possibilities that each day might present.
No matter what the answer, this year is going to change that. Experiment Jr. Year. : )
Goals:
Get cast in the play, or work backstage making it perfect
Go to ITS State
Not be afraid to talk to a person despite the previous lack of communication
Host a CLEW
Find something that I can do, that will cause a change, or bring awareness to a certain cause
Spread the word about HOBY!
Become more informed on what's going on around me
Quit being so cynical

There are more things I would like to accomplish, but this is all I can think of right now. Sure, they aren't HUGE, but they are important to me, and something that I could definitely strive for this year. In my opinion, dreaming big sometimes requires tackling the small stuff first. : )

Tropical "depression" Fay

Well, my first post is marked by a memorable occasion- "Tropical Depression" Fay. Buckets of rain have been pouring from the sky so incessantly, that it's as if the oceans have been sucked up into these endless clouds. If this keeps up, then in two days I fear that all of Florida shall join the Lost City of Atlantis. Though life in the water has always seemed very appealing to me, I can't help but wonder how long it would take before I would start to look like a raisin. Though, on a more serious side, I can't even begin to fathom all the houses that have been destroyed. Even my own grandparents have fled to our house, leaving behind three fully stocked refrigerators, and a recently replaced carpet (in almost the entire house!). The news doesn't help much either. All day I've either been forced to watch the dismal reports, or one of those "this could happen to YOU!" shows about nice people that die because of stupid things- I saw the same couple, die in the same snowstorm, twice. All in all, full day. Cabin fever is beginning to set in, and rain or shine, TOMORROW I AM LEAVING THIS HOUSE! : )