First and foremost, here's my Supernatural Fanfiction, which I'm almost finished with! Chapters 1-23.
So today, I thought I'd talk about something I know EVERYONE can relate to. In our lifetime, most of us want to be loved by someone, and some people spend copious amounts of time trying to find this one person. Many people have their certain standards about their personalities or whatnot, but to lots of others, there's another aspect that they search for. That's right, they also look for how attractive (physically) they are.
The issue is: Are looks really all that important in the relationship? I mean, sure. Just because someone is smokin' hot, it doesn't mean they're going to be the most reliable and loving person on the planet. In fact, many people think it's the opposite. I'll admit, I've had my fair share of thinking someone's attractive, only to find out they're a complete douche bag, but who says that it's always supposed to be that way?
There are many sides to this argument (at least from what I hear from different people). There are people who think that being physically attracted to their partner isn't essential. They think that a relationship is based solely on what they see on the inside, and not what's on the outside.
There are people who think looks are a bonus. They'll try hard to find someone who they're physically attracted to, but they won't necessarily make it a priority. If they find someone who they connect with on an emotional level, it might be all they need, but if they aren't necessarily "pretty", whether they think they are or not, they'll still stay happy and content with them.
And of course, there are the ones who base relationships solely on how people look. If the person isn't physically attractive to them at all, they won't even consider getting to know them. These people might be considered "picky", but others might just call it high standards.
What's my side on the issue? Personally, I want to be physically attracted to my partner. I feel like I won't be able to be in a relationship unless I'm able to look at the person without having a strong urge to look away. Now I'm sure some of you could be thinking, "Damn, this guy's shallow". Almost everyone I know can vouch for the fact that I'm not the least bit shallow. I'm saying this because I know I'm not the hottest thing on the block.I just think you have to connect with your partner in more ways than just emotionally, because you're, potentially, going to be spending the rest of your life with this person.
There's the underlying "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" type of thing when it comes to this topic, of course. I'm not trying to say that certain people only pick people that are attractive, but are attractive to them. Not all of us have the same taste, so I could think someone is absolutely hunky, while you think they're junky.
Song of the week!
This is a multi-racial kpop band whom I've fallen in love with. This song has been on repeat since I've discovered it.
I'm back, readers! I have returned from the beautiful land of Yellowstone, though somewhat regretfully. The weather was absolutely amazing compared to the daily triple-digit temperatures in Phoenix. I almost didn't want to come back, but I was also ready to be home.
Before I go on, I've added some chapters to my Supernatural Fanfiction since my last post, so here you go! Chapters 1-15. I'm hoping to just have it done by the time summer is over, but...we'll see.
So anyway, Yellowstone was quite an experience. It was a beautiful city (Yes, it was that big, though I'm sure everyone already knew that...) filled with wonders I never imagined could exist. There were more trees than I could even begin to count, and there were so many thermal features (geysers/hot springs/mudpots/fumaroles). Most of them smelled terrible though, because of the sulfur. So they were pretty and interesting to look at, but you find yourself leaving only a few seconds later because of the overpowering stench. Here's one we saw!
This one was simply a hot spring, but there was so much steam from it, I just had to take a picture. It was windy that day, and the steam would soar through us, and luckily for us, it wasn't smelly steam. It felt pretty amazing, though I'm sure that water was a little too hot to actually go in. Darn.
We saw some waterfalls too while we were there, and there was one in particular that really looked amazing. In fact, I'm using it as an excuse to show off a picture that I'm very proud of. I swear, it's photography gold, and you'd swear I was majoring in photography, and not English, after seeing it.
See? Look at it! LOOK AT IT! I felt so good about this picture. Sadly, it's probably the only breathtaking picture I'll ever take with my wimpy, 12 megapixel digital camera.
The amount of bison we saw was unbelievable! They even got ridiculously close to the road, and acted like it was the most reasonable thing to do. They'd cross the street and act like we weren't even there.
This one buffalo...he didn't even care. He just walked in front of our car at his own, slow little pace, without a care in the world. He even glanced behind him at us, almost like "Yeah yeah, I see you." It was probably my favorite moment while we were there.
We saw lots of other animals, such as deer, antelope, moose, and even chipmunks! We saw bears and wolves as well, but we had to visit a bear/wolf preserve in Montana because of how rare it is to see them in the park. We got close to seeing a bear, because everyone was stopped on the side of the road, saying a bear was among the large rocks. Of course, they also said they saw it ten minutes before, and it was hiding. My thoughts: "Yes, people. This bear is DEFINITELY going to come out with all of us standing her with cameras."
I learned some things about Yellowstone while I was there. It was almost a community of its own, and you quickly become a part of it. Here's some things I found out, and some things that you can possibly take note of if you've never been there:
1. If there are cars pulled over on the side of the road, don't think "What the hell, guys! Move!" Think: "They're looking at something amazing! Let's go look at it!"
2. Wherever there was a majestic animal to see, there was a park ranger telling you to move along.
3. The foreigners can, and will take a whole five minutes to try and get a picture while you're walking along the trails, effectively wasting that much time of your day.
Oh. the foreigners. As pleasant as it was to see all these people from other countries, it was also quite amusing to see how they operate. More than half the foreign groups I saw, while taking pictures, would stand there with no emotion on their face. I would just think: "Why even take a picture if you're not going to look like you enjoyed your time there?"
After our few days at Yellowstone, we headed back to Jackson and spent our last few days there. We went Whitewater rafting, which I regret not doing when I had the chance many years ago. It was a blast! Though, we had a relatively disappointing crew. The lady that sat between my sister and I was so paranoid, I was surprised she didn't collapse from a heart attack. She claimed that she had gone on a Whitewater rafting trip before, which would make you think she wouldn't be so nervous, but she was. It bugged me beyond belief. She was quick to bark orders at us about "You better paddle hard guys, because I don't wanna fall out!", even though she refused to paddle. She wasn't the only one, though. The lady sitting beside my stepmom solemnly told her, after our guide gave us instructions on what to do if someone fell out, not to fall out. Despite all this, I had a lot of fun, and it gave us a lot to talk about after the rafting trip.
I also went horseback riding. That was so much fun! My horse was awesome, and I swear we were so identical in personality. Her name was Trojan. So yes, guys, I rode the Trojan horse.
There we are, in all of our glory. She had a strong go-with-the-flow personality, though she would try to eat when she wasn't supposed to. She only tried to eat when our wrangler had us stop, so she would eat because we weren't doing anything else anyway. I would try to stop her (because the wrangler told us to) but she would fight it. It was like she was saying: "Seriously? We're not doing anything else, jerk." She was also very excited to be back at the stables, because she would try to get ahead of the other horses. Yup, just like me.
Excuse the spanish, I just thought it fit pretty well. Anywho, I know how petty it sounds, but it's just kind of annoying. I don't want to say "Can't we find something that all of us want to do?" because I don't want to be the one who complains. It's not like they were depriving me of activities, but why do the activities need to be something I don't want to do? I don't want people to revolve around my needs, but I know they're thinking that I don't mind sitting around the hotel, or just simply taking a walk around the area, since that's just how I work. I just wonder if I'm too easygoing. I wonder if I need to roll with the punches a little less, and let people know that I'm not always okay with doing what everyone else wants to do, and I'm not always okay with sitting on the sidelines while everyone else has fun. Again, excuse me if I sound petty, but I don't know if there was any other way to get my opinion across. I'm really not all that petty....haha!
I realize this is quite a long post, but I had to make up for not being able to post last week, right?
Don't forget to vote in my poll! I know, it's a simple question, but it's just a test run to see how many people will actually do it. It's located at the top left side of my blog page!
I've been working my tail off on my Supernatural Fan-Fiction. I plowed through so many writers' blocks, I thought I was going to explode. Here's Chapters 1-12.
I have quite the random topic to talk about today, and I actually got the idea for it yesterday, as I was getting ready to run some errands with my mother yesterday. It's something all of us (at least a large portion of us) complain about, and are almost never satisfied with. That's right: our hair.
We complain about "bad hair days" and when we're actually having good hair days, all we can do is worry about whether it's going to get messed up or not. Or worse: there are winds as strong as hurricanes outside. I have noticed, though, that it's the women who complain about their hair more than men, but I do know some men who are ridiculously self-conscious about their hair. I'm one of them.
I learned that my hair is incredibly indecisive, and it almost never wants to do what I want it to do. It has its own personality, it seems. Even though I use gel to style it, and you'd think that it would actually obey me because of this, it still rebels against me. There are many things I've learned about how to manage it, too:
1. NEVER style it while it's wet. It will ALWAYS look terrible.
2. As my hair gets longer, my gel strength needs to be stronger.
3. If my hair even looks remotely presentable, I need to leave it alone, or else I'll just mess it up.
In my opinion, the way your hair looks can be an excellent indicator of many things, such as your style, hygiene, and how well you like to present yourself to people. I could have been camping for maybe a week, but if I come back, do my hair and make it look great, it would look like I kept clean throughout the whole trip. Because your hair is something that everyone can see, (unless you're wearing a hat, obviously) making it impressionable can work wonders on what people think of you.
Quick announcements: I will be in Yellowstone next Wednesday (Yay!), and I'm quite certain that I'll be busy that day, so there's a great chance that there won't be a blog post next Wednesday. I'm probably going to bring my laptop on the trip, but if we're too busy on that day, and I'm too tired, it just won't happen. Just so you know!
Also, I added a poll to my blog (it is on the top left area of my blog page), that all of you should answer!
And now it's time for the Song of the Week!
I have been on a Victorious kick lately, and this song was on the most recent episode "Locked Up" (It was a pretty entertaining episode, not gonna lie). I also bought the soundtrack. It's a guilty pleasure: Don't judge. While this isn't my favorite song on the soundtrack (that one is on my previous post), I've still found my self unable to stop listening to it.
That's all for now. Have a great Wednesday, everyone!
Added a few new chapters to my Supernatural Fanfiction, so here you go! Chapters 1-8.
Feelin' pretty awesome, guys. I've lost 15 pounds this summer!
Alright, Jeff. Get on with the topic! So I saw Friends With Benefits (the movie, duhhh) a few days ago, and that is what inspired this blog post. In case you aren't street smart, and you've never been taught what "friends with benefits" are, then maybe I should get on with teaching you this terminology.
Friends with Benefits: noun A set of friends who engage in casual, sexual acts with each other, but try to keep it from getting emotional. Strictly meant for pleasure.
If your version of "friends with benefits" is anything other than this, such as friends who share cake or toys with each other, you might want to think of a new title before people think differently. Just think of "My FWB and I are going to go share some toys today" would sound to someone who knows the correct definition for it.
Anyway, it was mentioned in the movie that you can never have a connection like that without one of the friends becoming emotionally close to the other. With all the physical affection (whether sexual or not) you share with that person, it's bound that someone is going to end up becoming fond of them in a romantic sense.
My opinion on this is that, well, I don't think a friends with benefits connection is possible. I've thought about how I would be if I had a friend like this, and I think I would end up becoming to attached to them. If they were flirting with someone, I couldn't do anything about it because we, technically, have no obligations to each other. I can't ask something of them that they aren't entitled to do in the first place. I don't necessarily think these types of friendships are wrong, but I just think there's too many complications.
So yes, I don't think it's possible to have a friends with benefits connection with someone. It's just bound to turn into an emotional mess that gets way too out of control, and someone will wind up getting hurt. Hey, if you're one of the people who's made it work, then good for you. I'm glad you've found a way.
I kind of like posting songs at the end of each post, so I think I'll continue to do so! Here's my favorite one for this week.
I finally found a full version of this song! Yes! These are my two FAVORITE characters from Victorious, and this song is so amazing. For those who watch Victorious, but haven't seen this episode, it's the one where Cat and Jade get kicked out of the karaoke joint because the girls they sang against had them kicked out (the place is owned by the brunette one's dad).
Anyway, enjoy that, and see y'all again next Wednesday!
So I added another chapter to my fanfiction. Here you go! Just change the tab thingy in the top or bottom right if you've read all the other chapters.
The questions kind of failed, so maybe I'll try that again another time. When I'm more popular...haha!
So I was watching True Life: I want to be straight, and it spurred lots of terrible emotions in me. I can't even begin to tell you how upset I was while I was watching it.
To give you some background (for those who didn't see it), it followed the stories of two individuals who wanted to be straight because of social pressures, mostly by their family. The first person introduced was a lesbian woman (Melanie) who had a mother that can't stand the fact that she's living this lifestyle. They've gotten into many altercations over her sexuality, and this caused her to try to pursue a heterosexual lifestyle. She doesn't like dating guys because she feels a better connection with girls, but the only problem she has is her mother, and she pursues a heterosexual lifestyle just so her mother will stay in her life.
The second individual was a man who was raised under a heavy Christian household (Kevin). He realized he was attracted to guys, and started pursuing that lifestyle, but his parents told him that it was wrong because of what the bible says, so he tried as hard as he could to be straight. He read the section of the bible that says how homosexuality is wrong every day, just to remind himself that he will be turned away by his family if he is to continue being gay.
The parents of each of these individuals were terribly intolerant of them, and this is especially what got to me. Melanie's mother simply didn't like that she was lesbian, and physically harmed her, just for this reason. She was willing to stop talking to her daughter just because she was interested in women, and that, to me, is just a terrible way to be.
Kevin's dad told him he was PROUD that Kevin was becoming straight. His friends supported his decision, but in my opinion, friends are supposed to support you no matter how ridiculous the decision. What angered me about that, though, is that they prayed for him, saying to "protect him from the devil". What the hell? So all of us homosexuals are infected by the devil then, huh?
My point is, how come a parent just can't accept their gay child? They're not doing anything to the parent PERSONALLY, so why is it so upsetting to them? The intolerance of the people in these poor souls' lives made me angry, because I know they aren't the only people who deal with this. I'm very lucky to have a loving and accepting family, but I just wish everyone's family was that way.
And since I feel like sharing, I will be listening to this song for forever. So I figure I can share it with my readers. It's beyond amazing, and I just can't stop listening.
I guarantee that you'll be walking around your house singing "Good bye, baby good bye~" from now on. It's just that amazing!
Feelin' pretty good right now, guys. I've lost ten pounds this summer! I'm going to work even harder because I want to lose even more before college starts again, and hopefully continue my weight loss through the next year at college!
Also, I wrote another chapter of that fan-fiction thingy. Here it is! If you need the first chapter, (or any other, for that matter), you can use the tab at the top (or bottom) right to change the chapter you are reading.
So I went to the All Star baseball game yesterday, and I'll admit, it was pretty exciting. I usually go to Diamondback games because I like the atmosphere of baseball games, but at this game, I actually found myself enjoying the sport a lot more. The players played with much more intensity, and it was just so much more captivating.
I even got that awesome All Star monkey :D I rule. For real.
One thing made me pretty angry, though. While the Symphony was performing "Oh, Canada", some guy near our section, rudely, decided to constantly holler, "Who cares!?" There are just way too many things I can say about him, and everyone like him. I'm sure most of the people around him shrugged it off, saying "Whatever", and I'm sure some people silently agreed with him, but I was offended. I'm absolutely sure that he is the reason people think Americans, as a whole, are ignorant people who don't tolerate anyone outside of their country. Our country isn't exactly perfect either, ignorant man at the game. We're in a recession, almost everyone hates the president, and we're the fattest country on the planet. You're only reinforcing to the other countries' opinions of us. I'm sure your parents raised you better than that.
I want to try something new. Because I've been running out of things to talk about, I figure the next blog post can be responses to questions! You can comment on this post with a question and I will answer it for you. (Please make sure it's appropriate. I'll be the judge of which ones I find appropriate. It can be anything, really. Preferably something I can elaborate on...haha!) Ask me anything, and I'll be sure to answer! It will be kind of like that dying website...formhop? Oh wait, formspring! Duhh. I almost forgot about it!
Hello, my lovely readers. Recently, I went to the beautiful city of San Diego, and Hollywood, to venture through Sea World and Universal Studios! It's been a long time since I've been to Sea World, and I'd never been to Universal Studios, so this was quite a trip for me!
Sea World was pretty amazing, you know, except for getting my face burned like toast on a bad morning. Luckily, we bought aloe, which I used on my face like a maniac. Anyway! We saw sea animals and whatnot. It was fun. We tried to go to the shark exhibit, but it was so dark in there, I couldn't even see the person in front of me. The power was out, unbeknown to us. The lady just, basically, sent us to our doom, without a care in the world that we would possibly be tripping over our own feet. Of course, we discovered the power was out AFTER we left the exhibit. Awesome! On the plus side, we rode two amazing rides there. One was the Shipwreck Rapids, in which we got soaked. We also rode the Journey to Atlantis, in which we still got soaked.
That ride was so fun. It made me tingle with happiness.
Day two of our trip included a day at Universal Studios. We got there at about 1:00pm, so we were pretty limited on what we could do. So limited, we ended up going on two things. We waited in line for The Mummy ride, and I was so excited to go on it, until we, I kid you not, got to the front of the line, only for the ride to be broken down. We waited in that line for a short amount of time compared to the wait time for the other rides, but it was still pretty upsetting that we didn't get to go on it. So with our disappointment, we trudged over to Jurassic Park, which was still fun, but I still wanted to go on The Mummy. After that, we went on the Universal Tour, which was pretty cool, actually. We got to see the sets they used and some of the secrets to their movie magic. So cool! I do want to go back, though, because there was a lot of things we didn't get to do there.
We also spent some time at the beach, which was very bittersweet for me. While I did enjoy all the eye candy prancing around the bay area, it was also a shot to my self esteem. While I don't necessarily want to look all chiseled and muscular, I just kind of got to thinking "You know, they're never going to talk to me because of all this extra weight". Most of them probably weren't attracted to guys anyway, but still. It just made me feel very self conscious, so I decided I need to try extra hard to lose weight. I don't know if that would even help, but I sure am going to try anyway. People have been telling me that if I'm going to lose weight, I should lose it for myself, and no one else. I am losing it for myself, but I also want to lose it because I know it looks highly disgusting to most people. I feel like if I get rid of it, more guys would actually approach me or be willing to talk to me.
Anywho, that's it for this week. No new chapters on my fanfiction yet (but here it is, just in case you missed it), and I actually GAINED a little bit of weight (Thanks to vacationing), so I don't really feel like updating on my progress.
