It feels so good to write again. No matter if no one reads it, if they don't agree with me, or think my sense of humor stupid. It just feels so good to put my thoughts here...because if I do say so myself, my thoughts are pretty awesome.
So today I had a block-day gym class (1 1/2 hours), and it was rough like any other. We had to do a mile half sprinting, half walking, and then we had an Ultimate frisbee contest. I'm actually pretty accurate with my throws, and I wanted to show off my skills. But of course, like what always happens when I think I'm good at something, I embarrassed myself. Well, let me re-phrase that..I was embarrassed. It wasn't me embarassing myself, it was a boy on my team.
Before we started every game he would pass it to me first(which in ultimate frisbee is a sign you are terrible). Then after we would loose possession, he would tell me to move around more or block this person. Block that person! And I would keep replying, "Um, okay. I'll do it, but only because I understand you are too busy telling everyone else what to do."
I wasn't concerned with what he thought of me. He wasn't fond of me already; in the beginning of the year I sort of threw the ball so hard it hit him and he fell down. Apparently he was blind to the fact it was an amazing throw and I have massive strength...talk about holding a grudge, I think he's still angry at me for it. I should be angry at him! While people were paying attention to his falling down they missed my victory dance. He was completely exaggerating, I sware! Well, whats past is past...
After gym, some people walked up to me and apologized for his behavior. Someone had not only noticed that he was being rude, but the prettiest and most popular girl in my gym class was apologizing..for him. I was so shocked by their kindness torward me- it was a leap from the snarky looks they usually give me.
After that, I wanted to spread the kindness. I felt like kind of karma mixed with rainbow icecream and Coke. Us girls were all in the mirrors in the locker room, as we usually do after gym, and one girl was still there even after the bell had rung. I've known her for awhile-actually a really long time. Although we were never that close, I saw she was distressed. Walking over to her, she asked me how she looked. I said "Better than me! Long gym totally ruins my hair."
"Me too! You are gorgeous though. I feel so fat! ugh. Can I borrow you sweatshirt? It's baggy right?"
I felt terrible myself and was planning on wearing it already. Instead, I told her
"You can wear it if you like, but I have a Better idea. Wanna hear my biggest secret to being 'gorgeuos'? You can look prettier than Megan Fox and Taylor Swift combined...have a positive attitude and show off your brilliant smile. Boys love that confidence and I'm pretty sure I read in a magazine that girls who are positive look 90% more beautiful."
She smiled at the mirror, then at me, and laughed a little. Walking away from the mirror she grabbed her stuff and looked straight at me. "Thanks Lydia," she remarked in a grateful way, and I couldn't help but notice the new found pep in her step and the effervescent smile that stayed on her face her whole way out :)
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The New Quote
Hey! So I just made an interesting discovery. I can access this on my phone! And guess what? It's pretty nice. As you can see, I added a quote. I really like that quote not only because it covers everything-the golden rule, believe in yourself- but also because I like Gandhi. Let me tell you how I found it.
Although I did know it before(because it's famous) I wandered across it when I was doing a recent project. My mom had showed me this essay contest, in which the theme was "Community Responsibility. I love writing, and decided to take this on. But my problem was, with this broad subject, I had no inspiration. Not like inspiration such as a tragic life event, but...well let me explain(getting off topic here again!)
I believe that all good artists whether it be writing, painting, or doing whatever artsy thing,have had something happen to them. like famous artists who had their heart broken. Their art may be especially touching. Or an artist who was a recovering alcoholic. Their art might feature a series of broken glass, or pictures that really show their emotions. Because of this hardship, I think people like their art more. I'm not sure why that is or why I think that- maybe because it makes the artist more real. You getting this? Here's another example. Music. Listening to the radio, when you hear a song about a man who lost his one and only love (You Found Me by the Fray) you will most likely like it. Because its deep, a good song, and inspirational. On the other hand, when you hear I love you like a love song baby repeat-peat-peat-peat-peating for the millionth time, it's not as appealing. Perhaps because you feel much worse for The Fray's hardships, and less for Selena Gomez's millionth break up song. You get me know?
Sorry for this extreme off topic-ness, but I'm just trying to explain what I'm trying to say. Back on topic. While writing this essay, I was looking for a main topic. Something that would make a 13 year-old girl from Virginia stand out from the hundreds of other 13 year-olds entering the contest. My big thing was going to be how Gandhi was like the spokesperson of community; standing up for India and all. But like many other random projects I take on, I never finished my essay. Just some stuff to think about, if it made any sense at all. Thanks for reading! Bye!
Although I did know it before(because it's famous) I wandered across it when I was doing a recent project. My mom had showed me this essay contest, in which the theme was "Community Responsibility. I love writing, and decided to take this on. But my problem was, with this broad subject, I had no inspiration. Not like inspiration such as a tragic life event, but...well let me explain(getting off topic here again!)
I believe that all good artists whether it be writing, painting, or doing whatever artsy thing,have had something happen to them. like famous artists who had their heart broken. Their art may be especially touching. Or an artist who was a recovering alcoholic. Their art might feature a series of broken glass, or pictures that really show their emotions. Because of this hardship, I think people like their art more. I'm not sure why that is or why I think that- maybe because it makes the artist more real. You getting this? Here's another example. Music. Listening to the radio, when you hear a song about a man who lost his one and only love (You Found Me by the Fray) you will most likely like it. Because its deep, a good song, and inspirational. On the other hand, when you hear I love you like a love song baby repeat-peat-peat-peat-peating for the millionth time, it's not as appealing. Perhaps because you feel much worse for The Fray's hardships, and less for Selena Gomez's millionth break up song. You get me know?
Sorry for this extreme off topic-ness, but I'm just trying to explain what I'm trying to say. Back on topic. While writing this essay, I was looking for a main topic. Something that would make a 13 year-old girl from Virginia stand out from the hundreds of other 13 year-olds entering the contest. My big thing was going to be how Gandhi was like the spokesperson of community; standing up for India and all. But like many other random projects I take on, I never finished my essay. Just some stuff to think about, if it made any sense at all. Thanks for reading! Bye!
Saturday, March 24, 2012
The Urge
Hola Amigos! I love checking back on my blog to see what I've previously written. I laugh at my own jokes and remember how funny I thought I was. My friends and I used to make these videos which we planned to put on YouTube and become internet stars. We would make funny infomercials for stupid things like 'Cenny Jaig, the all in one Become-more-fitter program' and 'huggies, someone to hug you when you are lonely.' Looking back on them, we weren't as funny as we though we were. Sure, then it was hilarious. But now....it just looks like two 13 year old girls who were bored out of their brains. I guess what you find funny changes and in someway stays the same as you grow up. Of course what I saw on Spongebob five years ago isn't exactly so interesting as whats on Modern Family today. But even when I re-watch the episodes that made me laugh, I still giggle. Those square pants, they just get me every time!
So as you can see I re-did some of the settings. I changed my colors to kind of a peach&red look, and messed with the fonts. Maybe now with this makeover, I'll actually start writing again. I've been really wanting to write lately.
I read a book awhile ago; it was about a group of sisters whom a man stalked- I'm not sure exactly how I came upon this really creepy story, but I did- and one day the man kidnaps the girl. Well, long story short (getting off topic should be my job), one of her sisters kept mentioning something called The Urge. She had The Urge often, when she was in a good mood and felt really artsy. She said she had The Urge to speak and liked to tell stories because she was to lazy to write them down. The sister explained everyone has something to urge for. Not like a need for love or a want for ice cream. But something everyone has inside them, a talent almost, that they need to share. Not everyone discovers their talent in their lifetime. And I think mine is writing.
I'll be sitting in math class, so angry, so I rip out a paper and write down a poem. It makes me feel all gangster, like a rapper. If I'm writing about something that makes me mad, I just randomly bring up everything that angers me. If the subject is life, I'll go all out on a rant complete with Gandhi quotes and past tales from 'when I was a kid.' It explains why and how I get off topic, which I am doing right now. I had to change the title of this post four times; from "Makeover" to "My humor" to "Lectures on Life" to finally "The Urge." Because that's why I wrote this post. I had The Urge.
I hope I left you with at least some sort of beneficial thought or at least in a good mood. Thanks for reading this till the end and not just leaving when I made a cheesy joke about Spongebob.
Sincerely,
Lydia
So as you can see I re-did some of the settings. I changed my colors to kind of a peach&red look, and messed with the fonts. Maybe now with this makeover, I'll actually start writing again. I've been really wanting to write lately.
I read a book awhile ago; it was about a group of sisters whom a man stalked- I'm not sure exactly how I came upon this really creepy story, but I did- and one day the man kidnaps the girl. Well, long story short (getting off topic should be my job), one of her sisters kept mentioning something called The Urge. She had The Urge often, when she was in a good mood and felt really artsy. She said she had The Urge to speak and liked to tell stories because she was to lazy to write them down. The sister explained everyone has something to urge for. Not like a need for love or a want for ice cream. But something everyone has inside them, a talent almost, that they need to share. Not everyone discovers their talent in their lifetime. And I think mine is writing.
I'll be sitting in math class, so angry, so I rip out a paper and write down a poem. It makes me feel all gangster, like a rapper. If I'm writing about something that makes me mad, I just randomly bring up everything that angers me. If the subject is life, I'll go all out on a rant complete with Gandhi quotes and past tales from 'when I was a kid.' It explains why and how I get off topic, which I am doing right now. I had to change the title of this post four times; from "Makeover" to "My humor" to "Lectures on Life" to finally "The Urge." Because that's why I wrote this post. I had The Urge.
I hope I left you with at least some sort of beneficial thought or at least in a good mood. Thanks for reading this till the end and not just leaving when I made a cheesy joke about Spongebob.
Sincerely,
Lydia
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