Hello Readers,
Amazon here. Sorry I haven't written in forever. It's all Mandarin about now. Life's a little chaotic for me right now. With volleyball practice every night for two hours, then homework and eating, youth-group occasionally and showers. Volleyball is almost done though. Lately, I've been noticing big changes in people. I'm not sure what's in the air or what sickness is going around but, everyone is changing it seems. And I'm not talking small changes A girl I've know since the first grade and has worn a ponytail and a sport shirt everyday of her life came to the school science fair with cascading curls, lovely lipstick, a skirt and flats. Another friend I've know for almost two years now has gone from preppy to dying her hair black and white and listening to heavy metal. A guy I've know to be a little lazy, shy and slow on the up-take is now a jock, outgoing, and with all A grades! I'm not saying any of these are bad, what I'm saying is that I am astounded and so, so, so, very glad that my friends, my dear friends are expressing and committing to their selves. A good friend once told me that when we are babies we decide who and what type of person we are going to be and when we try to be someone else we are refusing ourselves, we need to just be who we are and not some mask with a smile. I have first hand experience with this, I always wanted to be the cool kid that could play sports and acted like one of the guys. Only this year I've started acting like a girl again. Since like second grade, I only wore boy shirts and my hair in a ponytail with a couple exceptions. Please don't ever refuse yourself always express yourself.
-Amazon
Friday, April 10, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Thanks!
I'm here to rant about stuff a little bit (heheh clarity) I remember when I first moved here to Michigan in seventh grade how INCREDIBLY excited I was. I wasn't in the least bit too sad to leave where we had been. We had been in middle of nowhere Illinois where the big problem on everyone's sixth grade mind was "Oh gosh, who will be my new boyfriend? I've already dated the only eleven boys here!" When my dad got a job here I was practically packed five minutes after we got the call confirming it. And so here we are.
When we first arrived I was set, let me tell you, I was ready to meet my bestest friend in the whole wide world minutes after walking through the door. That didn't happen of course. For the first few months here I wasn't happy. I felt so disappointed that I was just as lonely here as I was there. I became shy, and wore the same sweater every day not because I didn't have any other clothes but simply because it was comfy and I was uncomfortable. I didn't work hard in school, and often would bounce around tables looking for friendly people. We have all been there. It's called seventh grade.
I'm not here to complain though. My point here is that soon enough at a school dance I met a sweet short girl with long brunette hair who played monopoly with me in the library. She invited me to sit with her group at lunch. At that same lunch I met another girl who I had band class with who was smart and funny. After that I met a bold and nerdy girl and a blonde quirky dancer in my art class. These four were literally the first REAL friends I had. They were kind, understanding and yanked me by the hood of my purple sweater out of a really lonely time. Seventh grade sucks folks. I'm just writing this post as a thank you to them and a message to lonely people that help will come. It always does. It will probably come kind of slow and awkward though, but don't mind that. It's worth it. Thanks, founders!!
I always leave a little comment at the end, don't I? Heheh. This was kind of a weird post. My attempt at inspiration I guess. I also thank my readers!! THANK YOU MUCH FOR MAKING MY TIME ON THE INTERNET NOT LONELY!
When we first arrived I was set, let me tell you, I was ready to meet my bestest friend in the whole wide world minutes after walking through the door. That didn't happen of course. For the first few months here I wasn't happy. I felt so disappointed that I was just as lonely here as I was there. I became shy, and wore the same sweater every day not because I didn't have any other clothes but simply because it was comfy and I was uncomfortable. I didn't work hard in school, and often would bounce around tables looking for friendly people. We have all been there. It's called seventh grade.
I'm not here to complain though. My point here is that soon enough at a school dance I met a sweet short girl with long brunette hair who played monopoly with me in the library. She invited me to sit with her group at lunch. At that same lunch I met another girl who I had band class with who was smart and funny. After that I met a bold and nerdy girl and a blonde quirky dancer in my art class. These four were literally the first REAL friends I had. They were kind, understanding and yanked me by the hood of my purple sweater out of a really lonely time. Seventh grade sucks folks. I'm just writing this post as a thank you to them and a message to lonely people that help will come. It always does. It will probably come kind of slow and awkward though, but don't mind that. It's worth it. Thanks, founders!!
I always leave a little comment at the end, don't I? Heheh. This was kind of a weird post. My attempt at inspiration I guess. I also thank my readers!! THANK YOU MUCH FOR MAKING MY TIME ON THE INTERNET NOT LONELY!
Saturday, April 4, 2015
D.I.F.Y (Do it for yourself)
Does anyone read this? I know that i have given out this address to friends and family, but honestly on the little graph that shows how many times your blog has been viewed, there is like two here and that is because I have been looking at it. I don't mind if it's not read often though. This blog is kind of like my baby. I'm writing this for myself so I can practice my writing skills and give the world a little slice of Mandarin.
I think that's how the best things start. When you start a project or adventure to fill something in yourself rather than please the crowds. When you are doing somethings simply because it brings you joy and you would die if you didn't have it, that's when you do your best work. I watched a cool documentary recently about the author and artist of the HUGE graphic novel 'Bone'. 'Bone' is a massive, beautifully drawn, epic fantasy that pleases all from second graders to grown adults. It's that good. In the documentary Jeff Smith, the creator, kept talking about how he wrote 'Bone' for himself because he wanted to write something he wanted to read. It wasn't a story dispatched to him from some company. It was an idea that he came up with and nursed to fame. There are countless stories of artists, scientists, and many others who succeeded because of their own curiosity and ideas. They weren't doing it for anyone else. So that's why I don't mind that no one reads this except for Amazon and I. Prism is preparing me and my talents to get better and succeed. I am writing for my best self, not someone else. But I'm not saying that I don't appreciate those who bump up the Times Page Viewed up to two! Read any time!!
That totally contradicted everything I previously said. Sigh, Enjoy my contradictions!
I think that's how the best things start. When you start a project or adventure to fill something in yourself rather than please the crowds. When you are doing somethings simply because it brings you joy and you would die if you didn't have it, that's when you do your best work. I watched a cool documentary recently about the author and artist of the HUGE graphic novel 'Bone'. 'Bone' is a massive, beautifully drawn, epic fantasy that pleases all from second graders to grown adults. It's that good. In the documentary Jeff Smith, the creator, kept talking about how he wrote 'Bone' for himself because he wanted to write something he wanted to read. It wasn't a story dispatched to him from some company. It was an idea that he came up with and nursed to fame. There are countless stories of artists, scientists, and many others who succeeded because of their own curiosity and ideas. They weren't doing it for anyone else. So that's why I don't mind that no one reads this except for Amazon and I. Prism is preparing me and my talents to get better and succeed. I am writing for my best self, not someone else. But I'm not saying that I don't appreciate those who bump up the Times Page Viewed up to two! Read any time!!
That totally contradicted everything I previously said. Sigh, Enjoy my contradictions!
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