Don't Regret But Never Forget.

Exactly what the title says.
Live with no regrets. Shit happens.
I'm so sick of melodramatics. High school conflicts are so insignificant in the scale of life it isn't worth a bit of my time to think or stress over them. I think that's why a lot of them seem to revolve around me.. because I just couldn't care less. Maybe I'm just a conflicting, incompatible person. Maybe I'm crazy.
I don't think so obviously, but maybe I am. I'm not just always going to point fingers and blame everyone else.
What's never made sense to me though were rumours. I can't fathom how someone could just initiate the circulation of a story, knowingly trying to "ruin someone else's life".  No one is going to ruin my life by starting a rumour that I cheated on someone, or that my goals for the summer consist of acquiring a certain sum of "notches". I'm so beyond caring about any of it that I find it humorous, which really is a downfall because my "I don't give a shit, life sucks then you die" attitude makes people either believe whatever is said more, or makes them angry because they cannot rile me up, so they trash talk more.
Never in my life have I sat at home and pondered about what I could say about someone in order to cause them heartache. Like I've said in previous posts, seeing happy makes me happy. I don't wish heartache, misfortune or unfavourable conditions upon anyone. It doesn't make sense to me.
Hatred is a weird thing.
When something happens though, I'm all for just ignoring it these days. Once something has happened, it's over. There's nothing you can do about it, as it's in the past, and the only thing you can control is yourself once it has. There's no point in worrying about anything that has happened, in my eyes.
However, I don't think that you should forget anything that has happened either. History can and will repeat itself and everyone should learn from everyone's mistakes.
Best wishes in your life endeavours, world.

highschool.

I love to change my blog.

If you haven't noticed, I love playing around with my blog's layout  colours.
Look at all the cool stuff I am figuring out how to do. 
Click me!
OK now THAT is cool.
I look forward to putting my new post editor app. and blogging skills to use.

Gute Nacht

Seeing Happy Makes Me Happy

It's a weird feeling. I'm very sympathetic/empathetic and at times it's wonderful, but at other times, I feel like it's a downfall.

When I see someone who's genuinely happy, I can't help but smile. When I see someone who's genuinely hurting, I can't help but hurt. When I say someone, I mean anyone.

For instance, I saw a girl my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with. After we dated for nearly 2 years he slept with her and they both lied straight to my face about it for a long time.. That's not the point though. One day I saw her and she was crying in the bathroom at school, I couldn't help that my heart totally sunk and I had to ask what was wrong and give her a hug. We still aren't friends, and I still don't particularly fancy her, but this was just shortly after she fucked me over hard and I was still very angry. Sometimes I wish I could just turn a cold shoulder.

Jordan makes me happy.

Anyways, I'm home sick today, and feeling pretty low, so I decided to google "happy people" and maybe put a smile on my face.

Look what I found!

http://www.sohp.com/

"The Secret Society of Happy People"

How great is that?!

Happiness happens.

Embrace it.

THIS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsBZVINtGk4&feature=channel

Here's a little more of the girl I posted last time. I really like that she doesn't just paint, she uses creative things to make her art. In another video, she makes a portrait of Lady Gaga out of broken heart-shaped suckers.

On another note...

Buy Fair Trade to support local economies in developing countries and help bring down corporations that make it impossible for good people, farmers, and producers to have a position in the global marketplace. It focuses particularly on exports from developing countries, to developed countries. Especially handicrafts, coffee, cocoa, sugar, tea, bananas, honey, cotton, wine, fresh fruit, chocolate and flowers are sold and Fair Trade sold approximately 4.1 billion dollars worth worldwide in 2008.

This is the Fair Trade certification mark. If you see it on something, get it!!!!!!!

I really think Fair Trade is a wonderful movement. It's about time someone promoted trade justice internationally. Something has to be done with all the poverty, and it must be quite empowering for the producers involved.

My Weekend.

I had a most eventful weekend! I'm so pooched though, and starting to get sick. I might just have to take the option on school tomorrow so I can be ready for this coming weekend!

I don't know why my typing is blue, or underlined, or both, fyi.

Here's some great shots from the weekend:

This is Roy. He is a dork!

This is Forecaster. I call him Fork/Forky for short, and he's an even bigger dork.

I was really excited to see Jordan on Friday, and had biology last block. These are my notes about "Sexual Encounters of the Floral Kind" I was really not paying attention.

These are Ella's biology notes. At least I made an attempt!

Have I ever mentioned I do not eat healthy? This is what Jackie and I got in spare Friday. It was a good day, let me tell you.

After Jordan's grad party Saturday we went to the Villagers. Raine was a crab.

Sarah bought Plan B from this machine.

Sarah and I were looking at pictures from the 6th Annual Villagers Golf Tournament, and noticed in the cabinet next to them there was some fish porn. We got really excited, and called Micah over. Micah got as wet and slippery as the fish in the pictures from looking at it.

The three of us (Micah, Sarah and I) stole a picture from the fish porn stash! We ripped it into 3 pieces so we could each have a keepsake. I got the head of the fish ;)

When we were leaving, I walked through the door on the left.. or tried to. For some reason, I didn't want to put my hands in front of myself to open the door, so I just used my body. Turns out, that door happened to be locked and you had to use the other. Sarah loved it.

:)

Today, Ella and I went to watch Jordan's soccer team vs. Josh's soccer team at Mazzocchi Park in BV. At halftime, we ventured to the suspension bridge, and while we crossed it Ella was singing "I-I-I can make your bridge rock"

I tried vaulting this weeken....I'm sorry about this stupid font being underlined I just cannot figure it out. UGH!

Anways. I tried vaulting on horseback this weekend. It's like gymnastics on horseback. It looks a lot easier than it is and I absolutely have a new respect for people who compete in it. Luckily, I've done a lot of riding and have pretty good balance when it comes to that stuff. I could do most of the tricks I learned, except the shoulder stand, since my shoulder remains pretty injured.

I follow this girl on youtube and she does some really cool artsy stuff, and talks about some really interesting things. She's also hilarious! Check her out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6RCkyzlvSU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzdzHIi488k

Eyeball Licking..

I looked at my phone's notepad and saw a note titled 'Reminder' so I opened it and it read, "Blog about licking eyeballs!"

So this is me, doing that I told myself to do?

My story about eyeball licking:

As the 3rd eldest of 12 cousins, I was left in charge of the younger ones frequently.

I liked to lick their eyes.

One day, I liked a boy and he liked me and we were hanging out, watching a movie. It was cool, things were going well and we were hitting it off. Unfortunately, I found myself abnormally comfortable around him and when I'm like that around people they usually find out fairly quick that I'm pretty weird.

I have random thoughts; things jump into my mind, and I generally speaking blurt them out.

I told him about my prior eyeball licking endeavours and asked what he would do if I licked his eyeball.

That ended quick.

I'm so smooth and sure know how to woo boys hey?

Will blog more later