Ending on a Positive i promise.

Listen,
if you want to know something, ask me.
Don't assume, don't guess, don't come to any conclusion about me.
Because honestly 75% of the time you will be wrong.
And right now, you are very wrong!
You know nothing about me to say such things.
And you don't seem to listen when i tell you the truth.
OK so now that's out in the open.
I hope this all goes away soon.


Moving onto a more upbeat and relevant note, yesterday was perfection.
Well almost.
But the gist of it was perfection.
It was how i want to be spending my Summer.
driving with friends to nowhere, anywhere.
Blaring music with everyone screaming the lyrics
(or repeating the word 'bum' to the bum song to be specific of yesterday).
Beach Towels.
Swimming in a lake.
Laying in the sun.
Putting sunglasses back into good use.
Wearing bathers underneath my clothes all day.
Doritos.
Not having specific plans, being spontaneous.
Sure, there were some negatives, but they were all stupid things you never dwell on.
Who cares if it was only the Cowarr Weir, and that the ground was slimy and furry at the same time.
Who cares if Jamie is good at stalling my dad's car haha.
Who cares if My thongs break the next day.
Who cares if My niece nearly vomits on my feet.
It was an awesome day nonetheless.
Tomorrow should be good weather again, finally.
It will also be Christmas eve.
So i'm imagining presents for my friends, and having a Pre-Christmas celebration with everyone.
Possibly a swimming pool or water fight.
Moral of the story is, the real way to enjoy yourself is to remember the little quirks and funnies of the day you've had.
After all, better to have positive memories, yes?

If...

i sometimes look at you and see you being in my life forever.
i really could quite happily live with that.
and that's when i can't stop watching you, almost studying your little quirks and the way you do things. it is intriguing, really. and it makes me love who you are even more.
i won't ever tell this to you, ever. in fear that a day will come in my life that you are not in as well.
i am hoping and praying that never happens because, well, i just really don't want it to.
i might not be able to cope with that, which is why i try not to think about it.
i prefer to focus on the fact that you're here in my life right now. so that is good. it is good.
...And you, you are great.

The science of nice.

"Here's a thing: yawning makes you a nicer person. Or, technically, being nice means you're more prone to contagious yawns.

Research has shown that people who stretch their jaws after others score higher on empathy tests- meaning they have a greater capacity to share the emotions of others.

So a yawn might not always mean, ' I am tired.'

Sometimes it means, 'Hello there fellow human being with thoughts and feelings. I know what you're going through. Give me a back rub while I yawn some more.' " - Frankie magazine.

:O

So i found this image...



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on a Tumblr website. it had been used off of someone else who got it off of someone else and so on, plus it had comments saying how people likes the photo and were planning on using it themselves, etc etc.

The funny thing is... i have no idea who this girl is in the picture, BUT:

That's actually my hand. Below is the original photo:

YEP. So whoever this girl is, she must have seen the picture, liked it, and added to it. I showed my dearest brethren and explain, and the first thing he thought of was that i should sue her for copyright reasons. He kind of missed the point.

The point? This was just a random photo i took, and i forget where i posted it. But anyway, it shows that the simplest things we do have so much potential to affect the world. The picture affected this random girl, whoever she is. All i know about her is that she has some name i can't pronounce, and that she is from 'East Northumberland'... wherever that is.

So in a way i have affected that girl, from the other side of the world, with her own thoughts and emotions and personality. Well that is obvious, but the point is that each of us, even as one person, have the power to change the world in some way. I'm not stating that i have changed the world because of a random photo i took, but it just showed me that it can be possible.

Twas the night before Christmas

Twas' the night before Christmas and people were jaded
From hustling and bustling through malls they had waded.
They'd spent all their money and shopped till they'd dropped
But the meaning behind it seemed more and more cropped.
The joy and the laughter had gone from the season,
As media and retailers perverted the reason.

But for one group of people the light still shone through
The hype and commercialism they knew wasn't true.
The jingles and trappings they chose to ignore,
For them, Christmas wasn't something bought in a store.
Sure, the essence of Christmas is all about giving,
But God's kind of presents - a quality of living.

For this group of people Christmas wasn't about shopping
Or holidays and tinsel and food till you're popping.
To them it was time to worship and recall
The fact that God gave them the best gift of all;
The coming of Jesus and the changes he made
In the lives of his followers and the debt he repaid.

Rather than copy others and try to compete
They resolved to become a new Christmas elite.
They shunned all the junk mail and specials unending,
Refusing to be lured by material spending.
To all of the pressure and tension they cried, "Enough!
We want to get back to the true Christmas stuff!"

That night before Christmas these people decided
To stand up for truth that their culture derided.
They cut through commercialism and retailer bluster
With all of its hype and its tension and fluster,
And paused to give thanks to the God they adored
For his mercy and grace and their lives he'd restored.

They put to one side all the presents received,
The goodies that tempted and kept them deceived;
They turned their attention once more toward the Lord
To receive with both hands his heavenly reward.
The rest of their lives to Jesus surrendered,
And this Christmas became the best they remembered.

- Brian Winslade, 1998

Christmas Wishlist:

1. freedom.*
2. wings.*
3. the pet fish called minion from Megamind.
4. Mr Tumnus.
5. gills.
6. a time machine.
7. Heath Ledger.*
8. Johnny Depp.
9. Sunny weather.*
10. Polaroid camera.
11. a pan flute.
That's about all i can think of right now, in no particular order.
(the ones with * are top priority, however all of them would be nice.)