Birthdays are the days the people around you came into existance. So it's highly important for you to remember your family members' and your friends' birthdays.
If you already know all of them, congrats!
If you don't, then... guilt will always be on your shoulder. Sitting there. And when it's your sister's birthday, or your best friend's, it'll poke your neck. And that sensation will travel all the way down to your heart and stay there for about a day. Maybe 2 (1 week is the highest).
There's all kinds of ways you can figure out birthday dates.
1) Ask a fellow friend/family member
2) Close your eyes, dig into that memory bowl of yours,
and search for it
3) Check out a website profile of theirs (FB, Myspace, etc.)
4) Ask them
I suggest #1 and #3. In #2, you might hurt yourself. And #4... I just put that out there. You can do that. I'm sure it'll save time but I don't recommend it. It seems, I dunno, rude? If you ask, you might get that, "You don't know my birthday?!" look. Complete with a surprised expression, raised eyebrows, and in rare occassions, a glare.
And you don't want that.
It's also a huge boost for them when you say, "Happy Birthday!" Because, hey, someone knows the date you were born on and it shows that they love you for being born. (I'm almost positive saying "Happy Birthday!" is a solution to depression, too, 'cuz it has that much power to make anyone happy)
Seriously,
Wicked
Friday, April 22, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Blocks For Your Ears
School sucks because they take the most wonderful sites you find and block it. I mean, I get why they do the whole blocking thing. (because some 'tards got rated R with images) But why block the music websites? I mean what are we suppose to listen to while the teacher orders us to do 6-10 Excel assignments in one class period?
I think that we'll honestly do a better job at school when we listen to music. School is definitely limiting our full potential and I wish that they would tone down the web blocking.
I feel sorry for the people that don't have a computer at home and no ipod, too. School computers were probably their only hope at staying in touch with the music realm and now all that's gone.
Seriously,
Wicked
I think that we'll honestly do a better job at school when we listen to music. School is definitely limiting our full potential and I wish that they would tone down the web blocking.
I feel sorry for the people that don't have a computer at home and no ipod, too. School computers were probably their only hope at staying in touch with the music realm and now all that's gone.
Seriously,
Wicked
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Insecurity No More
We hate our bodies. We hate our faces. We hate our lives. Hate, hate, hate, hate. Our self-confidence went on vacation because it got tired of our negativity. We always look at our reflections in the mirror and zero in on whatever "flaw" we have and super-size it. And when it all comes down to it, there's nothing wrong with us at all. N-o-t-h-i-n-g.
I use to hate my shoulders so much. I use to think they were too freakin' huge and made me look like a man. When really they weren't that bad. I hated my forehead because I thought it attracted too many stares when really no one was staring at my forehead. Then I felt I was too fat. And that I'd die as a pig. WHEN REALLY... I had the weight of an average female teen.
I also use to really lose it when no one sat by me on the bus last year. I sat alone in the mornings. 'Is something wrong with me? What's wrong? I'm such a freak! No one sits by me because I'm so out of it! I deserve to be alone!' is what I use to think.
But now I think, 'So what if no one's sitting by me. There's more room this way. And I don't have any friends that get on my morning bus, either. That's why I sit alone so much. There's no reason why I should put myself down.'
It's all in your head. You're not ugly, fat, stupid... You're not. So stop tearing yourself down when there's nothing wrong with you. Stop destroying yourself when you have so much going for you.
Instead of looking at what you think are your bad qualities, try taking a look at your good qualities. I started doing this. It seemed stupid and a waste of time at first. But as days went by, I started seeing myself for who I was. I wasn't ugly. I wasn't fat. I was me.
After 5 years of hating myself for being imperfect, I began to love myself for once. This is who I am. And no one's perfect. Not one person.
Congratulations to all the people that had a breakthrough like I did.
Strength to the people that are still struggling.
Seriously,
Wicked
I use to hate my shoulders so much. I use to think they were too freakin' huge and made me look like a man. When really they weren't that bad. I hated my forehead because I thought it attracted too many stares when really no one was staring at my forehead. Then I felt I was too fat. And that I'd die as a pig. WHEN REALLY... I had the weight of an average female teen.
I also use to really lose it when no one sat by me on the bus last year. I sat alone in the mornings. 'Is something wrong with me? What's wrong? I'm such a freak! No one sits by me because I'm so out of it! I deserve to be alone!' is what I use to think.
But now I think, 'So what if no one's sitting by me. There's more room this way. And I don't have any friends that get on my morning bus, either. That's why I sit alone so much. There's no reason why I should put myself down.'
It's all in your head. You're not ugly, fat, stupid... You're not. So stop tearing yourself down when there's nothing wrong with you. Stop destroying yourself when you have so much going for you.
Instead of looking at what you think are your bad qualities, try taking a look at your good qualities. I started doing this. It seemed stupid and a waste of time at first. But as days went by, I started seeing myself for who I was. I wasn't ugly. I wasn't fat. I was me.
After 5 years of hating myself for being imperfect, I began to love myself for once. This is who I am. And no one's perfect. Not one person.
Congratulations to all the people that had a breakthrough like I did.
Strength to the people that are still struggling.
Seriously,
Wicked
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