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name:amanda age:15 loc:Florida
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| currently listening to: Electric FM To call Love fickle would be contrary to each and everything that can be believed on this earth. Love is indeed not a fickle thing or an object that can be diminshed or given on the spur of a moment; it is something that must be built up over a span of time or torn down over another span of time. Love is something of absolute value, for its worth does not change throughout the span of time. It always is and will always be what its bearer will make of it. Love is not the only one of its kind, for Love has a cousin, one that is almost more well-known than love itself. This cousin, called Lust, is what most of us experience in our lifetime instead of what we think is Love. Lust is the one that overrules all thoughts when we first see one who sparks our interest. It is the one that commands your heart until Love decides that, in faith, you truly do care for the one who first sparked your interest. When people say that Love and Lust are interchangeable, they are falsely accusing Love of being something of which it is not. Love is not, and will never be one of the deadly sins, which, of course, Lust is one of. Love, as is said in fairy tales and others of that sort, is bound to last forever. Nothing can eradicate Love, for once it is found, it cannot be destroyed, for if it is destroyed, it cannot be called Love, but rather Lust. Love is very rarely found, and when it is found, it is not something that you should be sure to throw away seeing as Love only appears once. If Love is something that can be oft confused with Lust, how can you really tell if what you are feeling is Love or Lust? In short, Love must be something that can stand the depths of time. After whiles have gone by, does your Love still stand as strong as that of the day you first felt it? Do arguments seem petty while they are going on and afterwards you cannot even recall what it is that started the altercation in the first place? These feelings are the underlying meanings behind Love as well as the sensation of butterflies tingling your every nerve at every glance of this person that you receive. Love is not fickle by any means or the foundation of fairytales. Love is feasible: it can be felt, it can be received and it does, in truth, exist. Love dates back to long before anyone could even know what love was. It is one of the few things in this world that has lasted the boughs of time.To quote from Shakespeare, "I love thee, I love but thee; with a love that shall not die; till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old." Keep these simple thoughts in mind the next time that you converse with the one that your feelings are for, seeing as it may be the one that Lust will decide to pass over and allow Love to make its way through you. Sorry for this rather long speech. I just had to get some feelings out that have been inside me for a while. I recently realized that I like this one guy a lot. We've been friends for quite a while now and that fact that I like him has brought out a lot of feelings. Thanks for reading! | | |
| currently listening to: paramore I don't think I've told anyone on Xanga about this yet, but I have my own website now. It pretty much took me two days to make both the layouts that I have had on there so far. I love the site dearly because I enjoy making graphics and all that jazz. Also, I attempted to do NanoWriMo this year, but failed miserably. What you have to do on there is write a 50,000 word novel in one month or thirty days. It's always in November. I've only managed 2,000 words and i keep changing the plot around every day. So, needless to say, it hasn't worked out so well lately. Oh, and I've been playing MapleStory a lot lately to. I know that it's like the lamest game ever, but I'm having tons of fun. If you play on the Mardia server, my name is mandiekse. | | |
| currently listening to: hollywood undead So, a week or two ago I had the privalege to go see Sarah Palin speak at the Civic Center with SGA. I really didn't want to go because I'm definitely a Democrat, but my mom said, "It's a once in a lifetime experience. Just go." After arriving there late, they had to do all this stuff just to get me down on the floor with all the other SGA members. We got front row along the bicycle rack barrier and they pushed everyone else back. They had all these guest speakers and then finally she came on. I tried sooo hard to actually listen to what she was saying, but this little mexican lady beside me was like "Jesus!" and "Tell it like it is, Sarah" among other stuff. There were times when I swore I was going to shoot that lady. And, if you were to ask me if I remembered anything she said that day, I'd say no. She did say a lot of stuff she's said before and she made that lame SNL joke that she'd been saying for awhile now. Then she came around and shook everyone's hand after a lot of shoving and slamming. Then, it was over. Afterwards, I was stranded at the Civic Center for three hours because I didn't have a phone and the one person I called to come pick me up on someone else's phone never came. So needless to say, it was a pretty terrible day. It just made me realize how much I hate Sarah Palin. And with everything else going on nowadays with her, I dislike her even more.
Just a wee warning. I'm overly obsessed with Twilight and anything related to it. I have a countdown timer on my computer and my computer is bogged down with a gazillion Twilight photos. So, when I heard my school was having a Twilight competition, I gladly joined. In the first round, we had to match the character to the quote or description, and I only missed two so I won for the second block group and got a poster. Second round, which was today, we had to match the excerpt to the book and I happened to get them all right even though I swear I missed like two of them. I won a movie picture book this time. Final round is next week on Halloween. Anddd, I'm so embarressed by all this. Yeah, it's pretty cool, but I never really intended for everyone to know about my Twilight obsession. But, the whole school knows now. I have to go against my best friend though in the final competition which will be pretty strange.
Overall, nothing has really changed in my life. Family is still acting up and all that jazz. I also got all A's this semester which is great seeing as I thought I wouldn't even pass chemistry at all. Homecoming went well. SGA spent over 30 something hours putting it all together over the whole week. Now it's your turn: Has anything good and/or bad happened to any of you guys lately? This city looks so pretty, do you want to burn it with me? -Hollywood Undead | | |
| currently listening to:hoobastank/metallica
Sorry for the double post today, but there was no way I could put both of the things I wanted to blog about in the same blog. They contrast entirely. While I was reading lately, I came upon a quote that struck me inside: Love means you can never be apart. It was in the last to books I read: My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult and Sundays at Tiffany's by James Patterson. As you can see, they are by two different authors, so how that quote became in both books is a mystery to me. But, that quote made me think a lot. The situation that made that quote appear in the first book, and kind of in the second one was this: the child's father was leaving for a couple of days and the father asks his son, "Are you going to miss me?" The child says, "No. Love means you can never be apart." The father stands there awestruck that a four-year old said something like that. In the second book, the same situation occurs, but with an eight-year old and her imaginary friend, with the same reaction.
So, what I got from that quote is that no matter how far away you are from someone, if you truly love them, you'll never forget them. I can't wait until I find someone who I can apply that quote to, but sadly, it hasn't happened yet. But really, there is nothing in the world today that makes you think finding your one true love is even possible anymore. Everyone is divorcing left and right and no one sticks together anymore. It's every little girl's dream, and even mine actually, to find that one person who makes your soul complete, and makes waking up such an easy thing to do. The odds are small, but I will never stop hoping and I can't wait to get some sign to tell me I'm going in the right direction. Thoughts? | | |
| currently listening to:fences by paramoreUmm, first of all, sorry for not posting in a while. School started, and blah, blah, blah. You probably won't want to hear it. Australia was amazing. It's really hard to describe it. If you want to see some pictures, check out my myspace or my deviantART.Now for the real entry. Have you ever wondered why humans aren't more like dogs? Before you think I'm insulting all of mankind, I'm not. Dogs are always happy. They don't seem to have any other mood or emotion besides happiness. Meanwhile, humans are some of the most emotional beings on Earth. Why can't we be happy all the time? I know, that for the most part, I'm always happy. There are certain things that make me extremely unhappy. My family, for instance, is one of those things. Everyone is fighting. Like right now my grandma is mad that my mom isn't forcing my sister to do conformation at our church. My grandma is very religious and doing conformation has sort of been a rite of passage per se for her family. Since my mom chose not to make my sister to do it, she refuses to talk to anyone but me. And my mom being the kind of person she is, won't allow me to do anythin with my grandma, which means no football games for me until they make up. So, to finish this off, why aren't humans more like dogs? Did we just skip out on the peaceful gene during our making? I think so. Feel free to sound off. | | |
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