The Sun Shines Again

Literally and figuratively.

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HEY Y'ALL, I'M BACK!

I know the last time we spoke, I was in darker mood. But the sun is shining now, and I can feel the warmth on my skin. Sometimes I forget how much weather actually affects how you feel.

But it also helps that I'm on a break from school.

And I'm getting to the point where I'm running out of stuff to do.

Technically it's only day three, but I have already  reread The Outsiders, The Road, and the Dangerous Angels series (all great books, I must add), re-watched a bunch of Bob's Burgers episodes, cleaned my room some, eaten a bunch of candy, and started preparing for a trip in the future (CHICAGO HERE I COME, BABY!).

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And when I get there, I'm planning on doing everything Ferris Bueller did.

(www.cinemaromantico.blogspot.com)

Minus stealing a Ferrari...

I got a couple of songs on iTunes, and am procrastinating on homework.

SO ALL IS GOOD IN THE WORLD!

(If I could, I'd dance/throw flowers too, my little globe friend)

I'll probably blog again this week, which is super weird since my posts have been sporadic, but I'm excited.

And I could go for some sushi or a Chipotle burrito as well...but that's another matter.

Okay, I'm gonna go now. Gotta wake up early to chuck some soccer balls at my bro and spend another day in the sunshine.

Hope everybody's having a good week and is enjoying the nice weather (and if you still have snow, I send all the warmth and summer vibes/feelz your way.)

Catch you later.

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I NOW OWN A GOLDEN UNICORN.

And a pair of overall-shorts. And a double king-size chocolate bar, among other things.
If I get some sleep, I'll post tomorrow.
Otherwise, it'll be awhile until I post again.
In the meantime, fly high little birdies.

Explosions All Around Me

What's even going on?



This Kid is Alright

If you asked me right now, I'd have no idea.

My weekends are starting to just become whirlwinds of emotions separated by music, people staring into your eyes, frantic and desperate hugs, traveling, unhealthy snacks, and noisy explosions.

Simulated by yours truly, either scaring the crap out of people or making them more confused.

(www.sploid.gizmodo.com)

Yeah.

And while March is usually a bad month for me (I get tired of winter and the delay of spring, of testing, and basically of most people), it's starting out well.

I'm going to be missing more school, but that's okay.

I'll get to travel more, which is okay.

I get to do what I love, which is okay.

And I get to be with the people I love, which is the best.

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So maybe life is just one big explosion. Chaotic, out of control, dangerous.

(www.mysdscience.com)

But it the same way exhilarating and frighteningly beautiful.

Ponder that for a bit, okay?

Feeling Starburst

I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS BUT I CAN'T STOP SMILING AND I'M RECHARGED AND READY TO FACE WHAT LIFE THROWS AT ME NEXT I PROBABLY WON'T SLEEP TONIGHT AND MAYBE I POST A REAL POST TOMORROW.
OKAY BYE.

Photos of Myself

When I was going through my Wreck This Journal, I flipped to the page where you put a picture of you that you don't like and you deface. But as I was thinking about what photo to put there, I realized I don't really love any photos of myself.

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I could probably count on one hand the number of pictures taken of me recently that I have actually liked.
I usually don't look at pictures that I am in. I will glance at them and smile at everyone else, but then I sort of skip over myself. I know that I'm in it, but I don't really comprehend the whole picture. Maybe this is the reason I don't have a camera except for the crappy one on my phone, and I really don't take selfies (which is basically impossible, again, because of my phone).

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By now you are probably thinking I have a bad self image or something. And this isn't really true. I accept myself for who I am and enjoy all the things that make me weird or different or stand out. But of course everyone has their own insecurities, so there are things that I worry about a little bit.  But generally I don't worry or think badly about all of the scars I have, or my round face, or my enormous hands. I take it in stride, along with most of the annoying or crappy things that happen on a weekly basis.
 So I guess I attribute the whole photo avoidance thing to something sort of superstition.

(www.centerforinquiry.com)

 

(Okay, not that type of superstition. But that was asking to be put in there. Hehehehe. Well, by the little voice in the back of my mind going, "You know you want to..." Anyways back to what I was saying before.)
While people who know me may not think I'm super superstitious (ha, I liked how that sounded, sorry continue reading), I unconsciously sort of am. I'll read horoscopes for fun, then end up following them, even though I try to convince myself that it's not true at all. When I heard that they were building a second Titanic, I sort of lost my mind and tried to convince a bunch of people to never, ever ride on it because surely they would drown. Naming and creating a replica of a ship that sunk and killed so many people is just a beacon of bad luck and not good ju-ju.

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So when I see a picture of myself, I feel like I unconsciously feel like there is a little part of my soul or something in those pictures, and that by looking at it I'm giving it over to the photo.
Okay, I actually have no idea what I'm unconsciously thinking (that's why its unconscious) but I'm just trying to give an idea to something I can't really put into words.
Oh well, I tried.
So this was sort of a feelz post, but it felt good to write it down anyways.
But now I want to write something funny to relieve all this tension. Hmmmm...
FLAGELLA!

(www.biologos.org)

Nope that didn't work. Well, I gots to go do some homework and write a speech, so I'll catch you on the other side of the next post my brain decides to vomit out an idea for.
P.S Now I'm listening to Superstition. Thanks Stevie Wonder for working your way into my brain...