Last night I had a dream I was eating ice cream with sprinkles. I am not sure what this means, probably that I was hungry and I needed to eat some tasty ice cream! So later on in the day I went with someone special to get ice cream... It was special. Just in case you didn't know I really like ice cream. It is cold and sugary and just plain good! I'm not fat, or even chubby I just really like ice cream.
Today was an interesting day. I didn't do much. Went shopping at the mall to find out they ran out of the item I wanted the day it came out! Crazy right. I know.... people these days. Oh well... Then I got ice cream with my someone special. Later to paint my nails and watch the season premiere of my favorite show. I had been waiting months for it to come out, but it wasn't what I was expecting. After it was over... it was just over. Nothing more and nothing less, just a TV show. It was good and I liked it, but yet waiting months for one hour to pass by seems kinda silly to me now that I think about it. But yet that is how I live my life, and I think that needs to change. I always do this, I wait for moments to happen, expecting for things to be firework spectacular but they are just normal, and the exact way any normal person would have expected. But I always imagine things ten times more wonderful than they could ever be. I mean like soft pop music happening in the background as I stare out the window and see the love of my life standing in the rain holding flowers waiting for me. I realize that this won't happen but you get my point. Waiting months or even weeks for moments that only last an hour or two. I feel like I'm wasting time waiting all that time, for something that only lasts one tenth of the time that I waited. I should be living letting new moments happen, and letting unexpected things happen that don't have some crazy expectation attached.
But also expectations in life can be good! They help you to be the person you are. But yet they can also be unhealthy and lead to disappointment and regret. Don't let your expectations drag you down, let them build you up. Waiting can be good, but don't waste your life waiting for something, live your life and let that moment comes when it comes. Cause if you freak out and worry about it, it won't make it come sooner, if anything it will make it feel like it is coming slower. And you will miss wonderful things along the way. Let your waiting be short and your expectations for your future be high.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Life and It's Moments
Well today is Saturday, the one day of the week it is socially exceptionable to be lazy. Actually it is socially exceptionable to be lazy any day, it is almost looked down upon if you aren't lazy, ok maybe its not and I just want it to be that way so I can be lazy and not care who knows it! I used to be one of the busiest people I knew. Involved in everything and always doing or thinking about something. But this summer I learned the art of being lazy. Yes I do have a job if you were wondering, and I save many lives and do many good deeds as a lifeguard! But when I'm not saving the world, I sit or sleep. What can I say, I enjoy sleep. As my sister would always tell me "Andrea, you just require a lot of sleep..."
I was thinking today about those moments and times in life that define us as a person. Those moments that turn us into the people we are today. Like when you see something you never thought you would see, or when you meet someone that changes your life. When that moment hits you it's like a wave crashing, and you know instantly this is going to change my life. I love that feeling. The feeling of knowing from now on I will be different because of this moment right now. Sometimes things will be better than they were before and sometimes they will be worse. When things change for the better if warms your heart, but when things change for the worse emotion tends to overwhelm us, hitting you like a train-wreck. But most of the time, that change for the worst always seems to turn around in the end, making you stronger. One moment that sticks out not only to me but to everyone is the moment you fall in love. Head over heels crazy for someone. It is nothing that you were expecting. It is something you can't describe. Love is unforgettable. It gives you that glow on your face anytime someone says there name. The butterflies sometimes could burst from your stomach. The fights with your loved one could kill you though. But yet they always make your love stronger. That look in your eye, a sparkle that never seems to go away.
Love is a gift, never to be let go and always to be cherished.
Sum up: It's ok to be lazy sometimes as long as you love with all your heart,and always remember the moments that define you.
I was thinking today about those moments and times in life that define us as a person. Those moments that turn us into the people we are today. Like when you see something you never thought you would see, or when you meet someone that changes your life. When that moment hits you it's like a wave crashing, and you know instantly this is going to change my life. I love that feeling. The feeling of knowing from now on I will be different because of this moment right now. Sometimes things will be better than they were before and sometimes they will be worse. When things change for the better if warms your heart, but when things change for the worse emotion tends to overwhelm us, hitting you like a train-wreck. But most of the time, that change for the worst always seems to turn around in the end, making you stronger. One moment that sticks out not only to me but to everyone is the moment you fall in love. Head over heels crazy for someone. It is nothing that you were expecting. It is something you can't describe. Love is unforgettable. It gives you that glow on your face anytime someone says there name. The butterflies sometimes could burst from your stomach. The fights with your loved one could kill you though. But yet they always make your love stronger. That look in your eye, a sparkle that never seems to go away.
Love is a gift, never to be let go and always to be cherished.
Sum up: It's ok to be lazy sometimes as long as you love with all your heart,and always remember the moments that define you.
Friday, September 28, 2012
The Lonely Beginning
Well I would be starting a blog. And I must say it is about time right! Time to let the world know who I am and how I feel. Like the world really cares about what I have to say. I am an artist seeing the world as it is, all the weird shadows and shapes. Thinking every five seconds, oh that would be a cool painting, but most of the time never really doing anything about it.
Today was a lovely Friday, sleeping most of the day away, and having a weird dream about roses. Everything was in black and white other than the red roses. I wonder if that has any meaning at all. Probably not. I do think that doing a painting like my dream would be really cool, but it is kinda hard to paint in a dorm room. I don't think my room-mate would appreciate it very much. Since I tend to be kinda messy when I paint, I would probably end out leaving a huge red paint stain in the middle of the floor. I did that to my bed room when I had the inspiration to paint one wall in my room red. The wall looked great, but it looked like someone had died on my bedroom floor because of the huge red stain. Needless to say, my parents were angry. But that was not the only paint stain on the floor. There were several. Blue, yellow, green, black and red. I probably could have taken up the carpet and sold it for being a masterpiece for the amount of paint that was on the floor by the time I moved out. Also a week after I moved out the first thing my parents did was re-paint my room and take out the carpet. And they didn't even bother to tell me, until I came home to take a long nap and my bed was gone. That was an interesting conversation. "Mom, I have been gone two weeks and my bed is already gone, you want me out so bad don't you...?" My bed is now going back into my room.
I often wonder why I am the way I am. Haven't you ever wondered that to? How you developed a personality, why you act the way you do? Could it be because of something you did while you were a child? Or it could because of your parents, nahhh... I think its because we are all different. And we are all different because we don't wanna be like the person sitting next to us. Because the either smell, have weird teeth or have bad acne. OK not everyone that you are sitting next to is one of those three things, but you get my point. We want to be our own person. We want to have our own thoughts and ideas. We want to have our own talents and succeed in our own ways. I know I do, and if you don't wanna be different. Than you are weird and different just by saying that.
Anyway, I have rambled on long enough for today. Tune in tomorrow to hear what other random things I have to say about life.
Today was a lovely Friday, sleeping most of the day away, and having a weird dream about roses. Everything was in black and white other than the red roses. I wonder if that has any meaning at all. Probably not. I do think that doing a painting like my dream would be really cool, but it is kinda hard to paint in a dorm room. I don't think my room-mate would appreciate it very much. Since I tend to be kinda messy when I paint, I would probably end out leaving a huge red paint stain in the middle of the floor. I did that to my bed room when I had the inspiration to paint one wall in my room red. The wall looked great, but it looked like someone had died on my bedroom floor because of the huge red stain. Needless to say, my parents were angry. But that was not the only paint stain on the floor. There were several. Blue, yellow, green, black and red. I probably could have taken up the carpet and sold it for being a masterpiece for the amount of paint that was on the floor by the time I moved out. Also a week after I moved out the first thing my parents did was re-paint my room and take out the carpet. And they didn't even bother to tell me, until I came home to take a long nap and my bed was gone. That was an interesting conversation. "Mom, I have been gone two weeks and my bed is already gone, you want me out so bad don't you...?" My bed is now going back into my room.
I often wonder why I am the way I am. Haven't you ever wondered that to? How you developed a personality, why you act the way you do? Could it be because of something you did while you were a child? Or it could because of your parents, nahhh... I think its because we are all different. And we are all different because we don't wanna be like the person sitting next to us. Because the either smell, have weird teeth or have bad acne. OK not everyone that you are sitting next to is one of those three things, but you get my point. We want to be our own person. We want to have our own thoughts and ideas. We want to have our own talents and succeed in our own ways. I know I do, and if you don't wanna be different. Than you are weird and different just by saying that.
Anyway, I have rambled on long enough for today. Tune in tomorrow to hear what other random things I have to say about life.
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