Friday, January 20, 2012

This Is The House That Doubt Built

          I'm currently obsessing over this A Day To Remember song for whatever reason. So, meh. Thought I'd share it. 'Cause it's wonderful. Me gusta ADTR. 


Don’t get me started on what it means to be alive.
You’re lying to yourself and then still you act surprised.
Cause you're scared, can't come to terms with what you are.
The wolves in sheep's clothing will only lead you so far.
You’ll wait, and they’ll go
Cause in the end we all end up alone.
So just wait. You’ll know.

Forget everything just for tonight.
We'll sing like everyone when they're alone
Cause I've been waiting for tonight
To sing woah-oh, woah-oh

I rely on myself, just making sure that was clear.
I’m not in need of your crutches, I've faced all my fears.
And I won what I knew I could have.
Life is not a punch card, make the best of what you have.
But don’t wait, just go.
And when you find yourself please, let me know.
It's not too late, just let go.

Forget everything just for tonight.
We'll sing like everyone when they're alone
Cause I've been waiting for tonight
To sing woah-oh, woah-oh
Let's believe that if we all stand together,
We’re a force that can shake the whole world.
For once I'm doing something right when we sing
Woah-oh, woah-oh

In the end it's not about what you have.
In the end it's all about where you want to go
And the roads you take to help you get there.
I hope you think that's fair
Cause you’ve only got one life to lead.
So don’t take for granted those little things.
Those little things are all that we have.

Forget everything just for tonight.
We'll sing like everyone when they're alone
Cause I've been waiting for tonight
To sing woah-oh, woah-oh
Let's believe that if we all stand together,
We’re a force that can shake the whole world.
For once I'm doing something right when we sing
Woah-oh, woah-oh

I sing woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Everything, everything
Cause I’ve been waiting for the night to sing
Woah-oh, woah-oh


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Rats With Wings

          I'm going to write about pigeons. Yes, pigeons. If you care and/or read through the whole thing, I give you props.


          I think pigeons are misunderstood. A lot of people call them "rats with wings" because they poop a lot, make messes, and hang out in cities or something. I've never had anything against pigeons. They're just another type of bird, right? Actually, in my opinion, a pigeon is so much more.


          Let me explain. I never thought much about pigeons until I met Walter. Walter was a foster pigeon I was taking care of for about a year because he had some type of disease or something. It wasn't gross or contagious, but it made his neck and head turn upside down. It was actually really freaking adorable. Needless to say, I had to look out for him because he wouldn't survive on his own.


          He started out pretty shy, but in time he came to trust me more. He would coo at night, and I would fall asleep smiling. He would get as close to me as he could when I was sitting next to his cage at my desk, and he would sing and coo more again while gazing at me with half shut eyes. I loved Walter. Everything about him. Even the way he was picky with his seeds. He had a favorite kind, and he would fling all the other seeds around my room to get to them. The mess was worth having him. He wasn't too hard to clean up after either. Sometimes, I would pick him up and hold him and let him look outside the window because I didn't want him to be stuck in his cage all the time. When I left for school, I would leave my blinds and screens open so the sun would come in and he could feel a breeze. I would also leave the radio on to make him feel less lonely. I would sing to him. I talked to him. He was, in a way; my best friend.


          Then I went to Dads over break. Mom got rid of Walter while I was gone and gave him to some bird shelter. I was devastated. I was crying for days, and sometimes I still cry. I never got to say goodbye to him. In fact, the last thing I said to him had been, "Love you, Walter. See you when I get home." I feel like I broke my promise. Where he is, I'm not even allowed to visit because the woman that owns the place won't allow it. I feel like my friend was stolen from me without warning.




          So that's my little story on why I adore pigeons now. They're one of my favorite animals, along with bald eagles, turkeys, and vultures. Sounds strange, but I have my reasons. And now whenever I see a pigeon, a "rat with wings" is that last thing I think of. I pay attention to the cooing sounds they make. I pay attention to their red and orange fire-brimmed eyes. I look at how their neck feathers shine green and purple in the light, and the way the waddle around and tilt their heads. And I remember Walter. 

          So be careful if you happen to say anything negative about a pigeon in front of me, 'cause I'll never shut up. Just a fair warning. And if you've read this far, thanks. I just kind of needed to put this out there. Even if not many people will care to read it. So yeah. Ramble, ramble, ramble. Blog, blog, blog about random stuff. 



Monday, January 16, 2012

Valentine's Day

          Yep. That's next month. And stores are already filled with candy, hearts, roses, teddy bears, and all that Valentine's Day stuff. I know a lot of people find February 14th very depressing when they're alone. I'll admit, I tend to feel kind of sad on that day too. I try not to, but I can't really help it. Especially when I see happy couples everywhere. I went to Hallmark yesterday with my friend, and we saw this fake blooming rose in the Valentine's Day section. I have to admit, if a guy ever gave that to me, I'd melt into a puddle of happiness. Hell. I'd melt if I got a simple rose or even a letter. It's upsetting to know that I probably won't be getting anything at all, or that I won't even have anyone. Who doesn't find that at least a bit sad? We all want to feel that we're someones reason to smile or sing when no one's watching. 



          You know what, though? I don't want to feel sorry for myself. Someday, someone special will come along. Maybe not this year, maybe not next year, but someday. For now, I want to be happy with what I have. So this Valentine's Day, my friends and I are going to have a Forever Alone party. There will be Taco Bell. Screw chocolate. And we're going to freaking live it up and have a great time. We're just that freaking awesome. 

         So for those of you who are still reading; when Valentine's Day arrives, just be happy. You don't need to be dating someone to have a good day. You seriously don't. Instead of saying, "I love you," to a boyfriend or girlfriend, say it to your friends. And for those of you who are in a relationship, go ahead and do something special. If any guys are reading, I recommend finding a cheesy love song that explains how you feel about your girlfriend and telling her that it reminds you of her. 'Cause I know if a guy did that for me, it would mean so much more than chocolate. And I'm sure a lot of other girls feel the same way. 

          So that's all I think I wanted to ramble about today. To end, I will leave you with a song that always makes me happy enough to just freaking fly. 



Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Haircut and the Guy

          Alright. Well. I suppose I have a couple of things to write about. I'll save the more important one for last. 


          Yesterday, I got a haircut. I now have layers and bangs, and I must say, I'm quite happy about it. I've been wanting to get a new haircut for a long time, but I was kind of terrified of getting a lot of my hair hacked off. But it turned out pretty damn well. Me gusta. 


          Now for the bigger story. So, like pretty much any teenage girl, I have a crush on one of my guy friends. I never meant to fall for him. In fact, I tried not to. But I did. I didn't want him to find out because I don't want to creep him out and make things awkward between us. I'd rather just be his friend than nothing at all. I was texting him on Friday night. We were bored and decided to play Truth or Dare via text. When I pick truth, he asks if I have a crush on him. Naturally, my head is screaming, "Lie!" but I'm a pretty honest person, and the whole point of a truth in Truth or Dare is to tell the truth. So I admitted it. And I apologized. But he told me it was okay, and we just continued the game. He also told me the girls he likes. (One of which is a pretty good friend of mine, but I already knew he liked her) I was still a nervous wreck, but he was pretty cool about my confession. He has probably known for a long time anyway since I can't hide anything. The next day, I text him and ask if we can put the whole conversation behind us, 'cause I don't want him to treat me differently. I asked if he could try to forget it, and he said yes. So now, everything feels normal again. He's treating me the exact same way as before and it feels like Friday night never happened; which is good. To me, the whole thing just proves that he's a good person. I'm really glad I met him, and I'm even more glad that we're friends. And hopefully we'll remain friends for a long time, because that's more important than starting a relationship. 

          So, yep. That's all I really have to say for now. 

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Introduction

          Mkay. I'm Sam (obviously). I have stuff to complain about, rave about, and just plain put out there I guess. We all do, right? So I figured I may as well start an online blog or some shit, eh? I may not post often, and when I do, it may be stuff no one will give a crap about, but it'll be posted none-the-less. Whether you're a friend, family member, or random stalker (Oh god, no), you'll probably be reading some interesting things here and there. I'll complain about people and events, discuss my emotions, and probably post the lyrics of a few songs on here. Maybe some poetry, but I'm not sure. If you have anything against me for whatever reason, you shouldn't be here. If you don't want to read what I have to say, simply don't. If that doesn't apply to you, then you're going to get an inside look at me. It may not be pretty all the time. It'll probably be somewhat gloomy or strange, but hey. I'm human. And I'm going to be honest on here, because that's what blogs are for. 


          So yeah. That's all I can think of for this introduction right now. Go crazy.