Saturday, February 28, 2009
Doctor Zhivago
I just finnished watching Doctor Zhivago. It is my mom's favorite movie and i can see why she likes it. It isn't my favorite movie, or even close, but i thought it was very interesting. It is a sad story, and it is kinda creepy at some parts, but it is full of love to. The photography was absolutely excellent. The scenes were shot very nicely and the scenery was beautiful though also a little creepy. The story is very confusing and detailed. There are lots of characters with names that i cannot rememeber for the life of me. It is a good movie for a winter day, though make it one where you have nothing to do because the movie iS 3 hours and 20 min. Okay okay enough of my movie reveiw. Point is, good, sad movie that you should watch.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Happiness
Me and MountainSpirit were talking today. I'm a very passive person. I let things pass by me and try to stay happy and not cause trouble. MountainSpirit (sry id link you to her blog, but a. i don't know how, and b. shes the only one who reads my blog anyway) is not. She likes to fight things out and she ussually wins. Shes strong and powerful. I admire it greatly, but it just doesn't work for me. For me if somethings bothering me, i gentely confront it and then i let it pass by, and i try to remain heppy. Today somethings were pissing me off. I wasn't happy about it, but what good does being unhappy do for you? So I smiled and made myslef happy and soon i was very happy. MountainSpirit realized that i was pissed and she came up to me and said "you're pretending to be happy, but your really not" (well something like that...sorry if i have the words wrong!!!) And the truth was, i was happy. At first, i had to push away my anger to make myself happy, but at that point i was happy. I told her this and she said that it wasn't true happiness then, if it was forced. In a way i agree with this. You shouldn't have to force yourself to be happy. But i did and it made me happy. I like being happy. I like letting things go, and i enjoyed myself, even though i should have been angry and aggressive. However, i am passive.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Labeling is commiting and condeming yourself to bad things.
I try to aviod putting labels on other perople, myself, and relashonships. Some lables are okay. And they are okay when used to define. However, when i label something i find its restricting. Im going to use "best friends" as an example. Labeling someone as your best friend, esspecially when they label you as the same thing, can be comforting. However, soon you will be so atached to that comfort you will run after it. Things happen. You guys arn't so close anymore. Haing the lable "BFF" stuck to your forheads is gonna make it painful and hard. However if youre not commited to the person, you can break apart easily and slip together just as. Am i making any sence here?
Oh yeah! I know i can't spell. And i know i make a lot of typoes. Begging forgivness!
Oh yeah! I know i can't spell. And i know i make a lot of typoes. Begging forgivness!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Guys
I used to be under the fulse impression that girls were nicer then guys. I used to think that men were terrible, evil, and mean. And some are. I don't like to steryotype, so im not gonna say anything about guys or girls as a whole, or at least im gonna try not to. However, mosot guys I've met are so much easier to get along with then girls. They are easy to talk to, once you get over the uncomfortableness. The ones ive met (and not all of them, just some) are friendly, they dont judge, they dont hiss and bight. Girls (or the ones ive met and known well) fight and bight, an complain and take a lot of effort to be friends with. If i could do life over again, id try to be more friendly to guys and not think they were all monsters who were mean. Id befreind them, and not have to put up with the bighting. Id be a guy girl. And sure, there are some problms to only being friends with guys, but once you get over the fact that they are guys (*omg!! guys!!!!!*) its so much easier. If only.
p.s. im not steryotyping....there are plenty of bitchy guys and tons of really nice girls!!!
p.s. im not steryotyping....there are plenty of bitchy guys and tons of really nice girls!!!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Lonliness
Have you ever felt like your missing something, but you just can't place it? Well thats what i feel like now. Im deffinatly missing something. Maybe its the breeze of the cool night sky that makes you feel unbarably happy, or maybe its the love is spread through the air in spring time, or maybe its spying on cute guys with your sister, or maybe it eating icescream in the rain, or maybe its the thought of having a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulder, or maybe its the snow and the snow angels, or maybe its the birds chirpping songs that you feel like you know, or maybe its the wind wipping you face as you glide across a rink on skates, or maybe its the feeling of swinging high into the air on a beah at night looking up at the full moon, or maybe its having a lemonade stand in the park in the summer, or maybe its dancing in a sweaty class room, or maybe its running on the beach where the waves crash in the sand, or maybe it feeling content in everyway possible, or maybe its trying to grab ther stars on a starry starry night, or maybe its picking vegetables that you will later , or maybe its running in the medow catching dreams, or maybe its letting the cool rain splash your face as you stand absolutely still, or maybe its having a tea party at the bottom of a pool, or maybe its all of it.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Spinning
In 5th grade i wrote a poem. It was for a class, and iit wasn't very good. But there is one line a like. (Sorry i can't find the poem)
The line is:
"Imagine a time when the world would spin and we would stay in line"
I like this line, because i think it explains humans in a very interesting way. The Earth spins. Its constantly going around itself. When you put omething on top of something else, and then spin the bottom somthing, the top something also spins. I think thats what happened to human kind. The earth spun and we spun with it. Thats why were so screwy. I worte a story about the Earth spinning, and why it does spin. Agian not so good, but if you want to read it, go ahead.
Mother Earth’s Fury Dance
Once upon a time, long ago, in a far away place, lived a village. The village was simple, but it was filled with a homey feeling. Travelers were welcomed and treated like the gods, men planted abundant fields of wheat, and children played about the fields helping their parents harvest crops. The women wove intricate blankets, which were scattered around their humble abodes. They cooked sweet loaves of bread, soaked with honey. The girls learned the trades of their mothers and did the same fine tasks for their diligent husbands. The officious boys learned from their fathers, eager for their praise. The luscious fields were constantly sprouting new life, and only turned to a lusterless brown in the winter. The birds gave beautiful song to the people of the village in return for the food that they scattered around their houses. The other animals came and went, always welcomed by the jovial villagers. It was a lively kind of place, one which was never disturbed by a child’s angry outburst.
That is, until a small boy about five, who looked hungry, tired, and abandoned, passed through the village. Like all other travelers, he was welcomed into the small homes of the accommodating people for a rich meal. The people, who had taken the boy in, were a young couple. They, like the rest of the town were hard-working and compassionate, but the gods had not blessed them with the comfort of a child, to carry on the family name. So after hearing of the unfortunate killing of the boy’s parents, they took the boy in, loving him more than they would their own child. But the boy bestowed upon them a few concerns. The boy had come from a town nearby, a town where the people fought to win, a town where the people had taken for granted the sun and the moon and the plentiful food. A town where the people hunted animals, so their heads could hang on the walls of their boisterous homes, flaunting the hunter’s skills. The town had few morals in common with the couple’s village. But the couple tried not to worry, hoping that the boy would learn from nurture and not nature. And so the boy grew up under his loving parents’ care, but he still showed signs of aggression. For one thing, the boy would often treat other kids as slaves, telling them to do to do his chores. For another, he took play-fighting much too seriously, often resulting in the other one’s tears. And for yet another thing, he was uncouth. He would disregard his parents’ requests, telling them he had no wish to work the fields or fetch water. But his parents’ skimmed over these appalling traits, and focused on the small portion of good in the child.
When the child had grown into an arrogant young man, he began to question the ways of his village. He had learned to have some care for the village, and wanted it to thrive even more. But much to the aversion of the village, to the young man thriving meant accumulating money and land. So the young man made a proposal to the village. He would create an army, and they together would fight and conquer other land. They would set the survivors of their attack to work on the land, and the village would become more prosperous. The villagers listened to his proposal, rage in their eyes. They did not hide their abhor of his plan and started to roar at the young man, who in return was angry at the villagers for loathing his plan. When the villagers calmed down, the young man spoke furiously, “I will then thrive on my own, and I will leave you here to be conquered by the boy you raised. I will have my own town, bigger than the country. I will have wealth and good fortune of my own! And those who come with me to build up an army will be spared when I come for revenge!” The man spoke with no regret. The man only thought of fortune.
The young man stayed true to his words. He left the village with no remorse, taking with him some other young men who looked for the good fortune he had promised. His parents watched him go, torn between their son, and their morals. The man went and settled on a bare piece of land. The man built up a village and an army, and soon was ready to do what he had set out to do. Together with his followers, he attacked village after village, killing, looting, and obliterating. The young man, who was no longer so young, kept on conquering and killing until he ruled at least half of the country.
Mother Earth watched this man, with fury bubbling inside her. She watched him kill children and families, all for his own fortune. And then she watched as the man set out to attack another village. He set out with his massive army and headed for the village where he had been raised. The small boy, who had grown into a potent man, destroyed his village. He killed his neighbors and ruined his home. And then with his eyes turned to a bolt of anger, he impassively swiped his sword though the throat of the woman who raised him. Mother Earth bellowed with rage. “This sinful man is no longer worthy of even his own life,” she thought.
Mother Earth then started spinning. She spun slowly at first but then picked up her speed. She spun and she spun, moving in circles so fast, it knocked the man’s army to the ground. The others on the earth, given warning, sat tied to trees on the twirling planet. But the man and his army were being whipped around with the earth. Faster and faster the Mother Earth revolved. The man cried out, clutching with all his might to the ground. He clung to the Earth as she whirled about. He pleaded with her, asking for forgiveness of his sins. But Mother Earth would not cease her wrath. All the other planets watched her furious dance, awed by the anger. Again and again she circled, waiting for the man to let go. But he held on firmly. So she danced faster and faster until the wind and the speed forced the wicked man to let go. He was flung off Mother Earth and he flew into the darkness. Mother Earth finally slowed down. She slowed down until her spinning was not noticeable. But she never stopped spinning. To remind us to not be greedy, she has never stopped her dance since.
The line is:
"Imagine a time when the world would spin and we would stay in line"
I like this line, because i think it explains humans in a very interesting way. The Earth spins. Its constantly going around itself. When you put omething on top of something else, and then spin the bottom somthing, the top something also spins. I think thats what happened to human kind. The earth spun and we spun with it. Thats why were so screwy. I worte a story about the Earth spinning, and why it does spin. Agian not so good, but if you want to read it, go ahead.
Mother Earth’s Fury Dance
Once upon a time, long ago, in a far away place, lived a village. The village was simple, but it was filled with a homey feeling. Travelers were welcomed and treated like the gods, men planted abundant fields of wheat, and children played about the fields helping their parents harvest crops. The women wove intricate blankets, which were scattered around their humble abodes. They cooked sweet loaves of bread, soaked with honey. The girls learned the trades of their mothers and did the same fine tasks for their diligent husbands. The officious boys learned from their fathers, eager for their praise. The luscious fields were constantly sprouting new life, and only turned to a lusterless brown in the winter. The birds gave beautiful song to the people of the village in return for the food that they scattered around their houses. The other animals came and went, always welcomed by the jovial villagers. It was a lively kind of place, one which was never disturbed by a child’s angry outburst.
That is, until a small boy about five, who looked hungry, tired, and abandoned, passed through the village. Like all other travelers, he was welcomed into the small homes of the accommodating people for a rich meal. The people, who had taken the boy in, were a young couple. They, like the rest of the town were hard-working and compassionate, but the gods had not blessed them with the comfort of a child, to carry on the family name. So after hearing of the unfortunate killing of the boy’s parents, they took the boy in, loving him more than they would their own child. But the boy bestowed upon them a few concerns. The boy had come from a town nearby, a town where the people fought to win, a town where the people had taken for granted the sun and the moon and the plentiful food. A town where the people hunted animals, so their heads could hang on the walls of their boisterous homes, flaunting the hunter’s skills. The town had few morals in common with the couple’s village. But the couple tried not to worry, hoping that the boy would learn from nurture and not nature. And so the boy grew up under his loving parents’ care, but he still showed signs of aggression. For one thing, the boy would often treat other kids as slaves, telling them to do to do his chores. For another, he took play-fighting much too seriously, often resulting in the other one’s tears. And for yet another thing, he was uncouth. He would disregard his parents’ requests, telling them he had no wish to work the fields or fetch water. But his parents’ skimmed over these appalling traits, and focused on the small portion of good in the child.
When the child had grown into an arrogant young man, he began to question the ways of his village. He had learned to have some care for the village, and wanted it to thrive even more. But much to the aversion of the village, to the young man thriving meant accumulating money and land. So the young man made a proposal to the village. He would create an army, and they together would fight and conquer other land. They would set the survivors of their attack to work on the land, and the village would become more prosperous. The villagers listened to his proposal, rage in their eyes. They did not hide their abhor of his plan and started to roar at the young man, who in return was angry at the villagers for loathing his plan. When the villagers calmed down, the young man spoke furiously, “I will then thrive on my own, and I will leave you here to be conquered by the boy you raised. I will have my own town, bigger than the country. I will have wealth and good fortune of my own! And those who come with me to build up an army will be spared when I come for revenge!” The man spoke with no regret. The man only thought of fortune.
The young man stayed true to his words. He left the village with no remorse, taking with him some other young men who looked for the good fortune he had promised. His parents watched him go, torn between their son, and their morals. The man went and settled on a bare piece of land. The man built up a village and an army, and soon was ready to do what he had set out to do. Together with his followers, he attacked village after village, killing, looting, and obliterating. The young man, who was no longer so young, kept on conquering and killing until he ruled at least half of the country.
Mother Earth watched this man, with fury bubbling inside her. She watched him kill children and families, all for his own fortune. And then she watched as the man set out to attack another village. He set out with his massive army and headed for the village where he had been raised. The small boy, who had grown into a potent man, destroyed his village. He killed his neighbors and ruined his home. And then with his eyes turned to a bolt of anger, he impassively swiped his sword though the throat of the woman who raised him. Mother Earth bellowed with rage. “This sinful man is no longer worthy of even his own life,” she thought.
Mother Earth then started spinning. She spun slowly at first but then picked up her speed. She spun and she spun, moving in circles so fast, it knocked the man’s army to the ground. The others on the earth, given warning, sat tied to trees on the twirling planet. But the man and his army were being whipped around with the earth. Faster and faster the Mother Earth revolved. The man cried out, clutching with all his might to the ground. He clung to the Earth as she whirled about. He pleaded with her, asking for forgiveness of his sins. But Mother Earth would not cease her wrath. All the other planets watched her furious dance, awed by the anger. Again and again she circled, waiting for the man to let go. But he held on firmly. So she danced faster and faster until the wind and the speed forced the wicked man to let go. He was flung off Mother Earth and he flew into the darkness. Mother Earth finally slowed down. She slowed down until her spinning was not noticeable. But she never stopped spinning. To remind us to not be greedy, she has never stopped her dance since.
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