I wanted to post something, so I dug up a poem I write for a newborn little girl next door. She is now 4 months old!!!!
Welcome to the world Leela dear,
Where ocean waves fall and trees are tall,
Where the clouds will tear.
Welcome to the world Leela love,
When a new child cries next door,
When the angels sing from above.
Welcome to the world Leela darling,
What makes this summer morning sing,
What allowed the winds whirling,
Of joy to see her stirring,
To see a new beauty born.
In World History we were discussing the philosophies of Greek leaders such as Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle.
We talked about happiness, and material things. Is someone who seems to have it all really happy?
To me, the answer could be yes, but not because of the things they have.
Life is not about material things, not about cell phones, computers, TV, books, homes, cars, and all. Life is about the experiences you have.
While people desire material things, when they get it, they only desire more. This isn’t true happiness. To desire stuff brings disappointment, anger, frustration, sadness, and when whatever is desired is obtained, there is only a moment of happiness, followed by more desire.
No. It is the moments in a lifetime, the things that can’t be bought. Family, friends, love, the environment, ideas, random thoughts, randomness in all. Life is about finding the happiness of singing with friends over a vast lake and a starry sky. About finding the fun in randomly walking on the beach at 4 o’clock in the morning, or telling your friends that you love them, and meaning it. Happiness comes from a visit from a friend when you have a fever, or a hug that someone gives when you need to cry it all out. I have many people in my life that mean everything to me, and they are worth more to me than the most perfect car ever, worth more than a license itself. My friends and my memories of being with them are worth more than 1,000 material wishes coming true.
So material things bring more negative feelings, while I myself feel completely happy with myself, my understanding of this brings me to feel that there is little value in money, homes, schoolwork even. School work is a material thing, because it only gets you grades, which are also material. The happiness in school is learning to learn, because learning is fun.
Material things are nothing compared to the things that really matter in life.
Sometimes I wonder where my childhood went.
I guess I will always be a child through my life, but it was interesting today. I babysat a 5 year old girl, and I realized how much I have grown. She has endless energy. I can only go for so long and then I am exhausted. She however can run and laugh and play for hours!
Her innocence is amazingly beautiful almost. Her laugh is so different from an adult laugh. A child’s laugh is an amazing thing, and I guess I have been away from kids so much that I have forgotten. I used to go to school with little children everywhere and now I go to high school where no one is under thirteen.
Children are amazing.
Why do I blog?
I have been thinking this over for a while, I mean, whats the point of writing down all these posts, why do any of you read them?
I remember when the idea of having a blog first came into my head. My mom and I were in the car and I believe I was talking about George Bush with her. I was giving opinions and facts and just talking and talking, moving on to completely random things.
My mom looked at me and said, “Audrey, you should start a blog for all these thoughts!”
I guess it was actually a way for me to shut up and quit talking about all these thoughts, but I just got excited and talked about what I could talk about on my soon to be new blog.
I guess I blog because I can, because I have opinions and thoughts I can express and tell people, and the nice thing about a blog is that you readers can choose whether or not you want to listen.
Do you know what is one of the most insulting things an adult can say to a teenager? That would be: “Wow you’re so young!” or “Aww you’re just a kid you aren’t mature enough to have experienced the world fully yet.” or “You seem so young! How old are you?”
There are many more ways to phrase this insult but I believe you get the idea. What is horribly insulting to a teenager is that you are calling them “young” and “immature”. I hate that, because it is in moments like these where I am talked down to, and I am not treated as an equal.
Usually when it happens to me, the person asks me how old I am, which is insulting itself generally unless said in the right context (as this goes with adults too). I usually ask “How old do you think I am?”
That usually stumps them, because they cannot answer without completely insulting me. If they say I am younger than I am, they KNOW they are insulting me. If they say I am older than I am, they are bull shitting because they just said I am so young. If they say my age correctly, they are saying my age is not mature.
While it may be true that adults have many more years of experience of life than a teen, many times they rub that experience into a teen’s face. We teenagers are not innocent, we face horrible things that adults don’t have to worry about. Many of us are constantly making sure our clothes are just right, that our make–up looks perfect, that we are not dressed in a way that gives people the wrong I idea about who we are.
Teen face pressure of “what everyone else is doing” and “what people think of”. We also face nasty rumors and cruel people who are not at all polite.
Teens have opinions about life, about politics, about the government, we have our own opinions, but often they are not heard, because people think we are so “young”.
Dresses are awesome. I mean, they make a girl feel like royalty or a princess.
You know, women have always fought for their rights, and they have the right to (no pun intended). I believe however that many women like at some times to be the weaker one and have the man step up and be “a man” so to speak. Dresses and high heels to go with them make us feel dainty, weaker, more vulnerable. It is lovely 
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Math sucks!!!!!! This is such a stupid, pointless class!!!!!! I know, i agree with Caroline! I hate math because it doesn’t make sense.
These are my friends typing something in math class! Yay for math class!!!!!!(not really)
A protest that falls on April 25th this year. Check it out.
