Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Perfect Skipping Day Weather

Not that I skipped class or anything. No really, I didn't. :) Even though the weather was totally gorgeous today and I hated being in classes. Not that they were bad. They were rather good. If that's possible...Well three out of four were, the other one was American Literature. Now a person would think I would like like the class... and I do. Well, I would if I knew what we were talking about in class. I thought we were going to talk about this one chapter in a book but the prof talked mostly about detectives and...something else. Shows how much I pay attention, right?

Yeah, I'm working on that. Kind of...Anyway. In another class, Interpersonal Communications we got to go outside. It was great. It reminded me of my photography class when I was Tech school during high school. The whole going outside part, minus the photography part. I wish I had my camera, ugh...I'll get it in a few weeks hopefully. I totally miss it. I want to start photographing. I don't really have much to say. I've been waiting for my college's internet to work on my laptop, it finally started working after two whole hours. I know, that is such a long time. It just shows how impatient some people have become with technology these days. I'm trying to work on being patient as well... Kind of.

Um...Well I am going to start my second blog post of the day on my other blog so...yep. I'm done here. :)

Monday, February 20, 2012

Random thoughts...

So I was in a class today and we were discussing gender. This caused me to do some (more) thinking. It was brought up that God doesn't make mistakes yet Hermaphrodites are born. Hermaphrodites are born with both male and female sex organs. So what about that? That's not a mistake...but what are they supposed to do about that, if anything? Who are they supposed to like? I'm just trying to...understand this. Kind of like how some homosexuals and studies say that some people are born gay. If they actually are...what does that say about some churches beliefs with homosexuality?...

Well this is weird, I'm writing this while in another Interpretation and the professor is talking about the bias of the interpreter. This is interesting... Anyway, back to the topic, is it possible that homosexuality is okay? I know there's a passage in Deuteronomy and Paul from the New Testament talks about it, but...neither one exactly "knew", as in personally met, Jesus. So how do we know what the Bible says about it is true?

Maybe I'm thinking too much into this...but I can't be against homosexuality. I know as a Christian I'm not supposed to approve of it, but I don't know, God hasn't exactly spelled it out right for me, what to believe about it. I can't say they're going to go to Hell or that God hates them. I don't believe that. Yes, He may hate the sin...But...God loves them... If they honestly believe homosexuality is okay and are still Christians...Are they still going to go to Hell? I just can't see the reasoning behind this, if they really, truly believe it's wrong...couldn't God change their hearts about it? Then again I guess some homosexuals don't believe in God, the Bible, organized religion, etc so that wouldn't really be an issue with them. I don't know, like I said, random thoughts.

So here you have it, random thoughts from me. I'm sure I have more to say but right now I can't think of anything. Plus I kind of need to quit typing, it's a bit suspicious looking when I'm the only one typing and there are no notes up...Mkay, until next time.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Power Of A Song

It's currently 6:17am, I should be sleeping at this time but I'm not. I'll pay for it later, I did try to in my defense. I was laying in bed and this song came on "Scream" by Kill Hannah. I knew it as soon as I heard the first two seconds of it, no exaggeration. It reminded me of walking to and from my high school in Topeka. Specifically the first week I had moved to Topeka and was trying to enroll there. I probably walked to that school ten times within a week. It took me forever to get enrolled. Anyway, back to the topic.

I was laying in bed and this song came on. I just started remembering when I first moved to Topeka. That song is one of many on my playlist I had for the remaining month of school that was left and the following summer. Other bands that were on my playlist were Breaking Benjamin, Fall Out Boy, Trapt, Bullet For My Valentine, Boys Like Girls, and Crossfade. I can listen to certain albums and songs by each of those bands and immediately be swept back into the streets of Topeka. I can immediately remember everything that occured those four months, good and bad.

I think it's amazing the effect that a song can have on us as humans. How one song, one band can change our entire perspective. I thought of this quote from the movie Listen To Your Heart, 

"Music's a powerful thing. A song can change your mood. Make a memory. One song can change your whole life."

That line is said at the beginning and end of the movie by each of the two main characters. I believe this quote to be true. Music is powerful, so powerful that it can go as far as to save a life even. I've been online a lot and on various websites I've seen postings about how a band saved a kid's life because their music spoke to them, it told them something, it made them feel something. That's amazing to me. 

I feel like if there was an actual disorder of being a music addict, I would fit that perfectly. I have always loved music since I was super little. I used to sing Tom Petty songs when I was five, I even went to their concert a few years later with my mom. I remember seeing Spice Girls when I was around seven or eight. From the time I was in elementary school, music has always been important to me. Whether it was blasting a stereo system I had or walking around with a cd player and three different cds. In middle school I would carry my CD player to and from school practically day. It was an addiction. I had to have my cd player and at least two cds.

I remember going to youth group and just listening to music before my youth pastor started speaking. It was always like that, before or after the youth group lesson that week. When I wasn't inside listening to my cd player or mp3 player I was outside laying on a car listening to music. I could do that for hours.

This carried on into high school. Oh, high school, such great times there was. This was when music started being even more important to me. I was not well liked at my school, this was when I was living in Kansas City before the move. A lot of things happened during those years. I had been given an mp3 player for Christmas in middle school. It wasn't until my 9th grade year I started using it.

My mp3 player was quite small, I remember the model, 512 Sansa Sandisk. Now 512 megabytes is a ridiculously small amount. At least it seems that way now to me. Every single morning in high school I would wake up early and get on the computer to update my music for that day. I had a variety of music I liked listening to and always had to prepare for the day ahead of me. Haha. So there was a constant deleting songs, downloading songs, and adding songs. It was in high school that I started listening to rock music. If I remember correctly, outside of my childhood listening experience, Three Days Grace was my first rock band.

I first heard of them when I was watching Raise Your Voice on the computer. After I heard them I  was hooked, when the movie ended I googled them and downloaded their music. Yes...I'll admit it...it was illegal. A music addict like me. Such shame. I quit doing that though. I promise.

Three Days Grace lead me to Breaking Benjamin, The Used, From First To Last, Fall Out Boy (Don't judge), Panic! At The Disco (Don't judge), among other bands. I remember a specific night I was downloading music at youth group. (We had school laptops and there was internet connection there. It was after youth group ended, don't worry.) I believe I was downloading music by The Used. One of my youth leaders asked me if I ever listened to Avenged Sevenfold or Bullet For My Valentine. I told him no and he told me I need to listen to A Little Piece Of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold. I gave it a listen and was hooked. I listened to that song constantly. I was a little surprised that he listened to that, it had some interesting lyrics, I'll leave it at that.

So in addition to Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin, I began listening to Avenged Sevenfold and Bullet For My Valentine. I got seriously into rock my high school years along with some screamo/post-hardcore. I look back sometimes and wonder how I could stand listening to some of the screamo I did.

Music played a big part in my high school experience, at school, at home, and at youth group. I would wear my earphones around my neck during classes, as soon as classes were out they were back in my ears. If there was conflict at home I would plug my earphones into my laptop and ignore it all to the sounds of Three Days Grace. The same occurred at youth group, I would listen to music up until my youth pastor began speaking then as soon as he ended the earphones were back in my ears and would stay that way until I got home.

I remember a specific incident my sophomore year in high school. I was really into Three Days Grace by that time and I heard they were going to be in concert at the Uptown Theatre in KCMO. Well since they were my favorite band, ever, I knew I had to go. Yes, there was no debate about it, I had to go see them. I had to see the band that "saved" me.

I told my parents about the concert and they said they would try to get me tickets. Well me and my dad went there a few days later and they were sold out. I was really upset about this so when I got home I almost did something incredibly ridiculous. I'm not going to mention it here though, sorry. It was just stupid. My parents told me we could go back the night of the concert beforehand and see if anyone was selling tickets. When approaching the theater there was a line going all the way from the front door around the entire street block. It was insane. 

Well me and my mom dropped my dad off in front of the theater and went to go back down at a restaurant because of all the cars. We were walking down there and my dad was approaching us. My mom told me there would probably not be any tickets left and asked if I just wanted to go get something to eat. I remember telling her "No! Let's see if dad got any". Lol. There was no way I was not going to that concert. My dad came up to us and said there weren't any tickets left, however my mom saw his facial expressions and told him "Give her her ticket!" So he gave me it and I was so excited. It was unbelievable. 

They gave me some money and told me to meet them at the restaurant when the concert was over. My dad also got me a pretty good cut in line behind this guy and his daughter. I remember waiting in line and listening to my mp3 player just waiting for the doors to open. They opened after 30 minutes. The first thing I did once in there was head to the standing room. Now there were a lot of seats but no, I had to be as close as possible. So I hung out in the area waiting for the opening bands that were Seether and Skillet, neither of which I remember much. I remember Skillet singing "Whispers In The Dark" and that song really touched me. I then began liking them. I remember nothing that Seether sang that night. 

Eventually about an hour after those bands played Three Days Grace came on. It was amazing for me as soon as I heard the guitar play. I sang along to all the songs. During the performance an inevitable, expected moshpit was formed. I had zero concert experience except for Tom Petty and Spice Girls which don't count because there was no moshpit, obviously. Therefore I had no moshpit experience, it was hard to survive in it. I did though, through all the pushing and shoving, even the crowd surfers who I were sure were bound to fall on me. None did, by the way. It was in the middle of Seether's set that the moshpit picked up. I remember hearing from a group near me say, "Okay, now when Three Days Grace plays we all hold onto each other and push to the front." It was then I realized that I would possibly die that night, hopefully not before Three Days Grace ended their set though.

I was officially freaked out, however Three Days Grace started, I was pretty close to the security gate, about three lines of people were in front of me. I was doing well. But this is a concert, and it's Three Days Grace, people love Three Days Grace, they want to get close, when people get close, some people lose their placing, one of those people would be me. Between all the moshing and pushing to the front, I got moved pretty back from the front. It was all cool though, Three Days Grace was playing. I got asked several times by different people if I was alright, (being 4'10 at a rock concert in a moshpit tends to make people worry about you). I told them all that I was fine though.

Three Days Grace soon played "Never Too Late", the song that saved me countless times when I felt like "giving up". The song that got me through all home conflict, school conflict, and youth group conflict. That single sang did save me in high school, at least in a way. I sang along to the song, giving it everything I had, they played a few more songs and were done. I knew walking out of the theater I had one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I walked to the restaurant, my mom picked me up and I told her about the concert.

Throughout high school I went through a lot of problems and issues. Music was my hand to hold during those times. During my sophomore year, not long after I went to the concert, things began going bad. A lot of things occurred which caused a lot of things to change. My family and I soon moved to Topeka in April after we were at a breaking point. Topeka…this brings me back to the beginning of what was a blog post and is now an essay.

In Topeka when things were bad and hope was fading, I held onto music. Music got me through a lot of situations, of course you know what they say, you get through what you have to get through, you do what you have to. Had I never had problems throughout high school, who knows if music would play a big part in my life. When moving to Topeka I had almost zero friends, it wasn't really until my Junior year and I was going to a technical school that I had any. Even then they were more like acquaintances. I could say my lack of friends was from my lack of socialization and overpowering need for music and it would be true. I have used music as a type of security blanket, I used to not be able to go anywhere without it and when I had to, it was horrible for me.

I have an over-the-top example of my security blanket, It was around 7:00am, I had to begin walking to class in twenty minutes. However, there was a bit of a problem. My earphones had the rubber attachment part where you put the earbuds on them. Mine were missing off my pair. I searched the apartment for twenty minutes. My mom told me I had to go to school and I told her I couldn't find my "ear plug things". She told me to go to school anyway, I told her I couldn't go without them. She was in my grandma's downstairs apartment. Well ten minutes later and i'm still looking for them, she comes up and gives me a pair and tells me they were somebody's who I can't recall. Happily I took them and walked to school, I got there, twenty minutes late.

Yes, I would seriously not go to school until I found my ear bud pieces. Crazy, right? I'm sure it sounds ridiculous. "Who does that?" Well I do. Haha. Overall, music is a powerful thing. A song is a power thing. I've held onto music for many years and have barely loosened my grasp on it. I've kept my hand on it until I had to let it go. I remember when I first started going to youth group, this was also around my junior year. When I started going I would always have my earphones in and not socialize. Music was my security blanket, I didn't need to talk to anyone. It wasn't until there was a conversation about CIY (youth conference) that I realized I was going to have to interact there or I wouldn't get anything out of it. I was a bit offended at the time but now realize I had to be told that. 

So during the week at CIY I left my mp3 player on the dresser and didn't touch it, all week. The longest I was without music willingly. I got a lot out of CIY that year. I learned a lot of things. On a specific night the theme was worship, it makes sense that this was the most notable night for me being based on music. During one of the activities we had to make something out of playdough, I made an ipod. Surprising? Not at all. At the evening session we had just watched a video of people worshiping things, people and even themselves. It was shocking for me how people could just worship things like that. After that video I was really thinking about worship. The group at CIY was then to take the playdough objects and set them by the doors and go outside. While outside I was really upset because I realized all those years I was worshipping music and even though it was Christian music, it wasn't any better. I was still using music to help get me through things.

It began to rain while outside and I was deep in thought about my actions. I felt horribly about them and wouldn't talk to anyone.I was prayed for though by a youth leader and a girl in my youth group.  It was right before a prayer was prayed that I began to interact again. After the prayer we went back inside the building. Inside the doors were our objects covered with saran wrap, we were to walk on them and crush them and then put our hands in water as a sign of being clean from our idols we had made. During this night of worship my eyes were opened up and I began to really worship God. I went to the front of the stage during the worship and was really into it. 

During the service we were asked if we had to talk to someone about our idols to do it. I talked to one of my youth sponsors about how I was worshipping music without even realizing it. I was once again prayed for. After the service was over I felt God was telling me to speak to my youth group about my own thoughts and what I was doing wrong. This was a huge 360 for me because I don't talk to people really so for me to talk to a youth group I hardly even know and had just started going to about eight months beforehand was a big deal.

I won't go into details about what happened after that but it was good. God really used me through that experience. After that week at CIY I began leaving my ipod at home instead of taking it to church and youth group. I began (very) slowly interacting with other people there. This brings me to my current life, I'm currently in college and music still has a grasp on me. I am still almost always 90% of the time listening to music. The other 10% of the time I'm in classes. I listen to music before going to classes, in-between classes, after classes, waiting for meals, while walking to various places, I listen to music while sleeping even. Anyway…I've been told once again I need to loosen up on the music. It's a bit hard though because that's who I am, my music tends to define me as a person. I know it's not bad to listen to music, but when it's kind of getting in the way of interacting in society…It may be a little bad.

So…Yeah…I like how I went from 

"Music's a powerful thing. A song can change your mood. Make a memory. One song can change your whole life." 

to being sort of anti-music…Which I am totally not. I really just wanted to say that music is a powerful thing.  A song change your life. A band (Boys Like Girls) can bring back a memory as simple as walking to a school. A song (Hosanna-Hillsong) can remind you of an amazing experience you had. I won't go as far as saying a song (Never Too Late-Three Days Grace) can literally save you, but I will definitely say a song (Until The End-Breaking Benjamin) can lessen the blow that life can cause sometimes and help a person to see things in a good light when there's nothing but misery happening and trouble after trouble. When those silent moments are killing you, you can put on a song and be transported back in time.

For every song's there's a memory waiting, for every song there's a meaning behind it, music is a powerful thing when you know how and when to use it.

I'll end with this quote once again because I do still believe it to be true. (Also, it's 7:41, i've been writing for an hour and a half, amazing...)

"Music's a powerful thing. A song can change your mood. Make a memory. One song can change your whole life." 

Friday, February 10, 2012

Can things ever be okay?

Ignore the over-dramatic title those who are reading. So I've been up all night, I had a paper for American Lit due and me being me, decided that it wasn't going to be hard and that I could just do it in three hours. Well, it wasn't too hard, I got it done in around...four hours. While I was up all night, I was on Facebook, super surprising, I know. I read some stuff I didn't like...Which makes me worried...more than I already am, hence my title "Can things ever be okay?". The answer is no. Every time I'm away from home, things happen, bad things happen. Nothing good ever happens, no one ever wins the lottery, or...well that's all I can think of. Anyway, yeah, so on top of classes, I'm stressed over homelife. The joys of my life...I don't even know what all is wrong...I just know something is...Signing out...

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Procrastination and The Lack of Productivity


     Well it has been almost two months since I have posted anything for this blog. I knew this would happen. I told myself I would do better this time, actually keep it semi up to date. I see how well that's been going. Anyway, I wish I could be saying I've been thinking of the meaning of life, what we're all really here for, how I've changed someone's life, however I can't. I have just been going to classes for a few weeks now. I know, that's so exciting. I'm a big procrastinator, if there was an award for it, I would get it. No doubt about it. 
    I don't know why I procrastinate so much, I'm just...naturally that way. Oh, and my mom is one too. That probably has something to do with it. I think another reason is because I feel I should write something meaningful here, something people will remember or ponder, like I should have some great insight to share to the world. I do not however, at least at the moment. I'm working on it. Kind of, when I'm not procrastinating.

     The lack of productivity... Story of my life, it goes hand in hand with procrastination. We were talking about this in my Interpersonal Communications class actually. About how people are always on the move, always doing something, never just hanging out or watching movies because there are more important things to do. At least that's what some people think. I have been kind of working on a story called To Know That You're Alive. Great title, right? Unfortunately I didn't think of it, I got it from Kutless' album and song title. I guess I can share my novel idea here. I highly doubt anyone would want to "steal" it.

     Alyssa is a sophomore in college (go figure, as am I) that is in Colorado. She has friends, goes to classes, watches movies, you know, typical stuff.  She has done sports all her life since she was a kid. Alyssa is also a big risk taker and very outspoken. The sports she's done have always given her a rush of adrenaline, like she was really existing and her life wasn't just a dream. They made her feel she was "really" alive.  
     However, when an event happens and she's stuck in a hospital, she won't be able to do sports for a while. No sports=Alyssa being very upset and lifeless. Once she gets better she begins doing sports again continuously. The rush feeling is gone though and she's left unsatisfied and numb. We will find out how far exactly Alyssa will go to get that feeling back.

     There you have it. I got the inspiration from a song called "Those Days You Felt Alive". Nice title again, hmm? Yeah, I like it. The inspiration mostly just came from the title. I can't think of anything else that inspired my idea. Anyway, I've had this idea since August. It's been a while, I know... I was going to try to write it for Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) but I just didn't have the desire. I've made progress in getting ready to write the story though, yes, more procrastination. I'm still figuring out details and researching and such. I've also been thinking about some other possible stories and story ideas. But yes...that does it for this entry. I will try to update sooner next time.

Monday, December 12, 2011

There should be a meaningful title here, but there's not.

So it's around 3:00 on Sunday night/Monday morning, I have three finals tomorrow/today and have not done much studying. Why? I have no motivation. At all. Zero. Yeah, the whole passing classes thing and all the money I'm paying doesn't motivate me or make me want to study. I don't know why. It's been this way for a while now though. I wish i had a valid excuse but I honestly don't. Which is really sad.

I don't know what to say on here but I feel like I should write. Anything. I haven't wrote in years, yes, literal years, and it's depressing me to say the least. I can't believe how fast time goes by now, it feels like just a few days ago it was October and now classes are done with except for finals. Where does it all go? Sometimes I wish I had an hourglass that I could turn over and start all over from the very beginning. The beginning of this year or maybe even the beginning of high school. Horrible, right? No one ever wants to relive high school, I know I certainly normally wouldn't, however...I don't know anymore, I feel like I'm wasting my life. Like I'm just here, breathing, (barely) living, watching everything and everyone pass me by. Oh gosh, that sounds incredibly emo, doesn't it? Ugh. I apologize to whoever reads this.

Honestly though...It feels like I'm wasting my life. I know, "do something about it", "try harder", "quit complaining", "stop whining". Yeah, I know. I will. I just don't know when or how. My gosh, I can't believe I'm actually broadcasting this to whoever I told my blog url to and whoever else that stumbles across this.

I'm going to just cut this short here, now it's I've spent around eight minutes typing. I'm going to check my laundry, which will hopefully finally be dry, so I can go to sleep. So...all right, that's it for now.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Those Days Inspiration Struck

Great website name, right? It just came to me while thinking about how MCC has killed my creative soul. Just kidding, totally not serious. At least not completely serious. It has affected my writing though, then again I could just be using that for an excuse. I started writing poetry in the 7th grade and continued all throughout high school. I also wrote a short story and started a few others that no one eyes except my own will see. I have also written other short stories posted in a couple places though. Anyway, then my writing just kind of stopped in the middle of my senior year. Depressing to say the least, but what can I do? 


The reason I started a blog, other than being told to multiple times, just sounded good. I was in my public speaking class (the worst...) and thinking about persuasive speech topics. I was going to originally go with internet censorship and then decided to change it. So now my topic is "Start a blog" and now I (finally) have a blog. 


I have actually had previous blogs dedicated to various things, mythology, fairytales, myself...only to have forgotten the website names. I'm not really surpassed by that though, it is me after all. 


This blog entry will be short but they will become longer as I wait for inspiration to strike during dreamless nights. Oh, and hopefully become more interesting.