Blog Number Sixty-Nine: Thanksgiving Break

The first week or so wasn't very exciting. I mainly just hung out with my friends and sat around all day doing absolutely nothing. I spent Thanksgiving with my family and my friends, then left that afternoon with my friend, my mom, and her boyfriend to go to Atlanta. I spent the weekend having fun in Atlanta to celebrate my birthday that is today. Happy birthday to me!

Blog Number Sixty-Eight: Quanity Versus Quality

We live in an age of quantity. The media shapes us with the notion that larger, faster, and more are often synonymous with better. We are told that we need to find more time, more possessions, and more love to be truly happy. A smaller quantity of anything that is high in quality will almost always be more satisfying. A single piece of our favorite chocolate or a thin spread of freshly made preserves can satisfy us more than a full bucket of a product that we aren't very fond of. Similarly, one fulfilling experience can eclipse many empty moments strung together. It is not the quantity of time that matters, but the quality that you experience during each moment. Every minute is an opportunity to love yourself and others, develop confidence and self-respect, and exhibit courage.

Ultimately, quality can make life sweeter. When you focus on quality, all your life experiences can be meaningful. A modest portion of good, healthy food can nourish and satisfy you on multiple levels and, when organically grown, nourish the earth as well. Likewise, a few hours of deep, restful slumber will leave you feeling more refreshed than a night's worth of frequently interrupted sleep. A few minutes spent with a loved one catching up on the important details about family, work, or community can carry more meaning than two hours spent watching television together.

Often, in the pursuit of quantity we cheat ourselves of quality. Then again, quantity also plays a significant role in our lives. Certain elements, such as hugs, kisses, abundance, and love, are best had in copious amounts that are high in quality. But faced with the choice between a single, heartfelt grin and a lifetime of empty smiles, most would, no doubt, choose the former. Ultimately, it is not how much you live or have or do but what you make of each moment that counts.

Blog Number Sixty-Seven: Entrepreneur

Essentially, an entrepreneur is a person who starts a new business venture.

Blog Number Fifty-Six: Inspiration Board

An inspiration board is a photo collage that inspires you, drives you, helps you reach your goals, keeps you focused, organizes, makes you happy, ect.

Blog Number Sixty-Five: Crime

Yes, I agree with the analogy.

Blog Number Sixty-Four: Free Type

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Blog Number Sixty-Three: Veteran's Day Program

I did not get to attend to the Veteran's Day program since I was absent from school. Veteran's Day is a pretty big deal to me considering my grandpa is a veteran.

Blog Number Sixty-Two: Fiction Author

My favorite fictional author is Stephen King. His works captivate me, and I love every book of his I've read.

Blog Number Sixty-One: Rain

I absolutely love the rain. It is the one thing that can actually calm me down. It's the most amazing thing in this world.

Blog Number Sixty: Free Type

When I was a little girl, my mother always told me that happiness is the key to life.
When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote down "happy." They told me I didn't understand the assignment.
I told them they didn't understand life.

Blog Number Fifty-Nine: Free Type

Love is...the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth, the half-complete cigarette, diet coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkled on your cupcake, the battered package you recieved in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, your grandmother's musical box, the ballet shoes you've had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks, the Toothfairy, your hands and the things you make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, five am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tanlges in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, underserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consumption of too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathmatical problems, watching the people around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover's ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, dishevelled hair, smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, developement.
No. Love is...you, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.

Blog Number Fifty-Eight: Cartoon

I don't actually watch cartoons anymore, unless I'm watching my little cousins. But if I had to choose, I would have to say Spongebob is the best.

Blog Number Fifty-Seven: Free Type

Born Helena Jane
With a restless soul
She moved west to California
Became a Center-fold
But once you change your name
Well the peices fall
Now she hardly recognizes
Herself at all

And there's never any rain, when you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill, but you've done it all

So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go Home
Remember, Hollywood's not America
So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go Home
Remember, Hollywood's not America
O yea

And everybody heres, from somewhere else
You could make a million dollars, but you might lose yourself
And you can take the heat will your heart go cold
They say acting's just pretending, but even that gets old

And there's never any rain, when you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill but you've done it all

So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America

And I know what to do when
I know that you
You can be anything you want to be

So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
Hollywood's not America
It's not America

Hollywood's Not America by: Ferras

Blog Number Fifty-Six: Accomplish Anything

If you knew you could accomplish anything and not fail at it, what would it be?
The better question is, what wouldn't I try?

Blog Number Fifty-Five: Weekend

I did a lot this weekend; way too much to list. I did attend the BBQ Festival, but I did not enjoy it.