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Hello Alaska! Do you mind I comment here? This is a great journal!
Alaska (Zoe) wrote: "So, yesterday I wrote a quote in Hebrew. I have learned Hebrew my entire life, which was a big part of my education as a Jewish person. Being religious is always a weird thing when you're a teenage..."
I could not agree with you more, this, my friend, is a wonderful way of putting it. God is every breath you take. God is the painting in front of you. The trees, the birds, the water, the sky... this is God's painting of life. I don't believe that God is individual Man or a Woman. I believe God is multiple and is always around. In my mind God isn't just in the sky. You can feel, smell, taste, smile, breath, love and know. This is God'd creations around you. :-)
(Hope you don't mind that I kinda ranted... but I don't run into many folks whom think of God like you do. And I really like your thoughts).
Alaska (Zoe) wrote: "So, yesterday I wrote a quote in Hebrew. I have learned Hebrew my entire life, which was a big part of my education as a Jewish person. Being religious is always a weird thing when you're a teenage..."
I could not agree with you more, this, my friend, is a wonderful way of putting it. God is every breath you take. God is the painting in front of you. The trees, the birds, the water, the sky... this is God's painting of life. I don't believe that God is individual Man or a Woman. I believe God is multiple and is always around. In my mind God isn't just in the sky. You can feel, smell, taste, smile, breath, love and know. This is God'd creations around you. :-)
(Hope you don't mind that I kinda ranted... but I don't run into many folks whom think of God like you do. And I really like your thoughts).
Hello! No problem! 'm happy to find someone with very similar beliefs. :) I don't belong to a particular religion actually, but I'm a strong supporter of God and always try help our beautiful world by making it a better place. :)
I understand what you mean! Oh, that is terrible that she pushed it on everybody! I feel the same with politics and beliefs... everybody has their own opinion and I'll never infringe on it, but please, don't push it to other people and hurt their ways of living. So you have a very valid point on your hands!
Wow, I cannot believe that she had said such. That's terribly rude. I'm Home-schooled now, but it bugged me when I was at school that they didn't allow Christmas signs and decor. They say it's a political statement. Ah, okay, so taking God from the Pledge ISN'T a political statement? I personally think that this isn't a good concept!
I understand what you mean! Oh, that is terrible that she pushed it on everybody! I feel the same with politics and beliefs... everybody has their own opinion and I'll never infringe on it, but please, don't push it to other people and hurt their ways of living. So you have a very valid point on your hands!
Wow, I cannot believe that she had said such. That's terribly rude. I'm Home-schooled now, but it bugged me when I was at school that they didn't allow Christmas signs and decor. They say it's a political statement. Ah, okay, so taking God from the Pledge ISN'T a political statement? I personally think that this isn't a good concept!
Oh, yes, there are definitely better ways to handle the issue without pushing it. One thing if the Christmas decorations sit in the hallway, but another in the teacher's residence, the classroom.
Exactly. I may not be Christian or a religion, but I believe that it is rude to leave something out when they're adding others into the situation. And when they say that God being in the Pledge is a political statement, hijabs aren't? Hm... what am I missing.
Yes, and without pushing it in somebody else's mindset, it's good to protect your rights.
Exactly. I may not be Christian or a religion, but I believe that it is rude to leave something out when they're adding others into the situation. And when they say that God being in the Pledge is a political statement, hijabs aren't? Hm... what am I missing.
Yes, and without pushing it in somebody else's mindset, it's good to protect your rights.
The Pledge of Elegance. People in my area, not sure about yours, have often considered taking "One nation under God," out of the Pledge of Elegance.
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My best friend was a hurricane. A beautiful hurricane that swept me along into her wonderful chaos. I loved every second of it because I was nothing without her. I was a dull drizzle, the type that everyone hated. The cold one that spits rain into your face even when you have an umbrella. But my best friend... she was a hurricane and I miss her every day.
)My best friend was a hurricane. A beautiful hurricane that swept me along into her wonderful chaos. I loved every second of it because I was nothing without her. I was a dull drizzle, the type that everyone hated. The cold one that spits rain into your face even when you have an umbrella. But my best friend... she was a hurricane and I miss her every day.
So last summer I met this guy...
No, he was not dreamy, or sexy or even particularly cute. He was nerdy and weird and ate his pizza in a really weird way, but we became friends. I didn't like him, I just liked spending time with him. We made fun of each other all the time. He would tease me about... well, everything. And I would tease him about his video game obsession. It was fun and I didn't want the two weeks we went to camp together to end.
One day he asked me for my phone number. He was all like "Not to be weird or anything, but can I have your phone number?" I was like "Sure! Cool!" So, I gave him my number. We texted non-stop until about a month ago. He started texting me less and less and now he hasn't replied to my texts in almost two months. I really started to like him in that time, and I miss him. But I don't want to be overly pushy and text him again since he hasn't replied to my last text. I don't think I did anything wrong, but maybe he just got bored of me? I wish he would text me back.
I don't know what to do, but I don't want to lose a friend.
No, he was not dreamy, or sexy or even particularly cute. He was nerdy and weird and ate his pizza in a really weird way, but we became friends. I didn't like him, I just liked spending time with him. We made fun of each other all the time. He would tease me about... well, everything. And I would tease him about his video game obsession. It was fun and I didn't want the two weeks we went to camp together to end.
One day he asked me for my phone number. He was all like "Not to be weird or anything, but can I have your phone number?" I was like "Sure! Cool!" So, I gave him my number. We texted non-stop until about a month ago. He started texting me less and less and now he hasn't replied to my texts in almost two months. I really started to like him in that time, and I miss him. But I don't want to be overly pushy and text him again since he hasn't replied to my last text. I don't think I did anything wrong, but maybe he just got bored of me? I wish he would text me back.
I don't know what to do, but I don't want to lose a friend.
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Why won't he text me back!!!!!! UGH! I keep feeling like I did something wrong! But I don't think I did??????
Little girls believe in forevers
They believe in dragons
And princesses,
Talking birds,
And wishing wells,
They believe in mother,
And fathers,
best friends,
And beautiful forevers.
I was a little girl who thought that forever meant,
Forever.
So when we promised,
A forever,
I believed you.
But you grew up,
And that forever,
That we never thought would end
Became a never,
As though our friendship was,
This lost endeavor
That was worth less than
The kiss of a handsome prince.
But I still sit here waiting,
With no friendly dragon,
Or magic well
Or perfect prince.
I still sit here,
Waiting for our forever,
To come back.
They believe in dragons
And princesses,
Talking birds,
And wishing wells,
They believe in mother,
And fathers,
best friends,
And beautiful forevers.
I was a little girl who thought that forever meant,
Forever.
So when we promised,
A forever,
I believed you.
But you grew up,
And that forever,
That we never thought would end
Became a never,
As though our friendship was,
This lost endeavor
That was worth less than
The kiss of a handsome prince.
But I still sit here waiting,
With no friendly dragon,
Or magic well
Or perfect prince.
I still sit here,
Waiting for our forever,
To come back.
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Like dude,
You don't understand! I am not texting you back because I don't want to seem clingy or annoying. But I miss you, and I want to know that you miss me too.
)Like dude,
You don't understand! I am not texting you back because I don't want to seem clingy or annoying. But I miss you, and I want to know that you miss me too.
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HE TEXTED ME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was so happy because the guy I was talking about texted me back... at least until I saw a post of my best friend. (ex-best friend) She was sitting in her house with people I don't know looking so happy... I miss her so much. Every time I think about her my day just goes from being amazing to sucking. Why does she do this to me? I hate her so much because I can't stop loving her.
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This is my life. I'm that person who always puts on a smile for someone who looks sad. And comforts my friends when they cry. I'm the one who sacrifices everything I have for the people I love. But they never realize that I am so lonely inside. They don't realize that one day, I want something back for everything I do.
)This is my life. I'm that person who always puts on a smile for someone who looks sad. And comforts my friends when they cry. I'm the one who sacrifices everything I have for the people I love. But they never realize that I am so lonely inside. They don't realize that one day, I want something back for everything I do.
I always imagine just how badass I could be if I wanted to.... but then I go back to normal life where I let everyone just push me around.
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I am sad.
And angry,
And regretful.
But despite the fact,
That I fall asleep with tears in my eyes,
And when I look into the mirror,
Aometimes I hate who I am,
I still love
Me.
I love my smile
Even though I hate my teeth.
I love my eyes
Even though my eyelashes are too short.
I like the way my hair curls
Even though I despise how frizzy it gets.
I hate
So much of me,
Sut I love
All
Of me.
Because there is so much
I would want to change about me
If I could.
Because I am not perfect
Society has made me,
Not perfect.
But when I think about it,
There is no one else I'd rather be than
me.
And angry,
And regretful.
But despite the fact,
That I fall asleep with tears in my eyes,
And when I look into the mirror,
Aometimes I hate who I am,
I still love
Me.
I love my smile
Even though I hate my teeth.
I love my eyes
Even though my eyelashes are too short.
I like the way my hair curls
Even though I despise how frizzy it gets.
I hate
So much of me,
Sut I love
All
Of me.
Because there is so much
I would want to change about me
If I could.
Because I am not perfect
Society has made me,
Not perfect.
But when I think about it,
There is no one else I'd rather be than
me.
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Teenagers are obsessed with love. I never understood why, because I had never craved love. I realize now that it is not the emotion that we want. It's not that we want to fit in or be able to have the title of boyfriend, or girlfriend, or partner. I have figured out that we want to feel special.
At this age, we are constant struggling to feel special in a world that lines us up and counts us off as numbers on a page. But when you get a boyfriend (in my case, as a heterosexual female) you can't help but feel special. Because that boy has decided to pay attention to you. Not only does he pay attention to you, he has chosen you over everyone else in the world. Anyone else could come up to him and kiss him, but he would still choose you. Obviously this is not true because if a boy had any choice in the world, I would not be his first choice. Not that I am anyone's first choice either. Heck, i'm not even MY first choice. I want to be independent, but I also want to feel special.
I need someone to make me feel special... Someone who always chooses me.
At this age, we are constant struggling to feel special in a world that lines us up and counts us off as numbers on a page. But when you get a boyfriend (in my case, as a heterosexual female) you can't help but feel special. Because that boy has decided to pay attention to you. Not only does he pay attention to you, he has chosen you over everyone else in the world. Anyone else could come up to him and kiss him, but he would still choose you. Obviously this is not true because if a boy had any choice in the world, I would not be his first choice. Not that I am anyone's first choice either. Heck, i'm not even MY first choice. I want to be independent, but I also want to feel special.
I need someone to make me feel special... Someone who always chooses me.
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(Scene is set in a church. Simple wooden pews and on the stage one of those speaker table things made of mahogany. People sit in funeral attire and talk softly among each other, or sit silently. A girl with a somber black attire comes onto the stage. Her hair is cut in weird ways and held with many clips. She has little sparkling earrings that are tiny skulls. She looks at the people nervously, fiddling with the cuff of her sweater. She stops in front of the table and looks over at one of the church staff.)
(Points hesitantly at the table and then looks back at the staff person)
Girl: Do-do I stand here?
(She turns reluctantly to the people after the staff person nods.)
Girl: Uh, i'm sorry. (fiddles nervously again with her sweater and then with a paper from her pocket.) Public speaking isn't really... my think... so, uhm, bear with me?
(She unfolds the paper and looks at it before turning it around a few times and flipping it over, face panicked.)
Girl: Um, I seem to have... taken the wrong paper... this is my chemistry final... (laughs nervouly) I'm sure my chem teacher is wondering what the hell I just handed in.
(Girl looks around nervously again
(this is a script thing i'm working on. To be continued!!!!!!)
(Points hesitantly at the table and then looks back at the staff person)
Girl: Do-do I stand here?
(She turns reluctantly to the people after the staff person nods.)
Girl: Uh, i'm sorry. (fiddles nervously again with her sweater and then with a paper from her pocket.) Public speaking isn't really... my think... so, uhm, bear with me?
(She unfolds the paper and looks at it before turning it around a few times and flipping it over, face panicked.)
Girl: Um, I seem to have... taken the wrong paper... this is my chemistry final... (laughs nervouly) I'm sure my chem teacher is wondering what the hell I just handed in.
(Girl looks around nervously again
(this is a script thing i'm working on. To be continued!!!!!!)
I. JUST. WISH. IT. WOULD. STOP.
I. WISH. I. COULD. STOP. THINKING. ABOUT. HER.
I. WISH. I. COULD. STOP. THINKING. ABOUT. HER.
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Can I just say... Tom Felton is (was) adorable? Like not in a romantic way, but honestly, like a cute puppy way.
People to talk to!!! I honestly never noticed because my young self was always so obsessed with Ron (yes, when I was 11 I loved Ron with a passion) but now I look back and i'm like, I just want to squeeze the stuffing out of him!!!!!!
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What house? (If you know your house)
I'm Hufflepuff. Like no joke, I don't think i'm any part of any of the other houses, total Hufflepuff through and through,
Yeah. I read the Harry Potter books really late though, so I missed a good few years of understand the amazingness of the series. I only finished the series when I was... 12? I think.
Ah, I also just watched Star Wars... and I just finished watching Spider man.
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Um, probably my favorite superhero. With the exception of Wonder woman. She was the first time I ever saw a Marvel movie and I love her!
So.. I guess he's my favorite male superhero
Uh X-men? One of them is a really big metal dude right?
Dunno. He's like the Hulk but metal
YESS you are a genius! First guy!!!!
Even I know what Iron Man looks like!
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This is one of my best friend's favorite poems. It's from Perks of Being a Wallflower (only in the book though).
After I watch that movie I like to go to the Make A Wish and watch those videos they have of kids getting heir wishes. Inspiring, humbling and reminds you what;s really truly important in life.