Tuesday, October 2, 2012
The Little Things
Am I the only one who gets excited by the little things in life? Walk to the freezer and see that just enough ice cream is left, and your favorite show (Doctor Who) is just about to come on. Needing money for something you want to do, thinking about it, and just then someone walks up or calls offering you a simple babysitting job. It makes me smile when the little things workout, because a lot of the big things don't. Those little things, when added up, can make up for a big thing. And maybe it's just me, but I love the little things. <3
Monday, October 1, 2012
Things I Can't Stand
A Rant By Me.
So there's a lot of things I can't stand, people sucking on their clothes, dogs barking until midnight, and bad hair days. But there are always those things you just need to rant and rave about sometimes, and these are some of those things, and this is one of those times.
First off, kids who ruin class for everyone else. I cannot even begin to make you understand how ANGRY it gets me. My personal favorite class is choir, because singing is my life, but there are always kids who ruin it for everyone else! Can't we just kick them out or something? They probably don't wanna be there anyway. So why keep them around? KICK. THEM. OUT. Really.
Secondly, hipsters who aren't actually hipsters. The poser hipsters who actually like mainstream stuff, but wanna be hipsters, so they pretend they hate EVERYTHING that's even slightly mainstream. I can't stand it. I think it's worse when they're your friends BEFORE they make this "change" and they start hating things you know they used to love. Ugh, fakes are, fake. XD
And lastly, wrestling. It's so stupid. Lately, my brother has been watching a lot of it. This is so stupid. It's completely planned and they hardly "fight". It's like choreography. And it makes me angry. Just the whole thing. So yeah.
Just needed to rant. Thank you for being my rant machine. K thanks, bai. :D
So there's a lot of things I can't stand, people sucking on their clothes, dogs barking until midnight, and bad hair days. But there are always those things you just need to rant and rave about sometimes, and these are some of those things, and this is one of those times.
First off, kids who ruin class for everyone else. I cannot even begin to make you understand how ANGRY it gets me. My personal favorite class is choir, because singing is my life, but there are always kids who ruin it for everyone else! Can't we just kick them out or something? They probably don't wanna be there anyway. So why keep them around? KICK. THEM. OUT. Really.
Secondly, hipsters who aren't actually hipsters. The poser hipsters who actually like mainstream stuff, but wanna be hipsters, so they pretend they hate EVERYTHING that's even slightly mainstream. I can't stand it. I think it's worse when they're your friends BEFORE they make this "change" and they start hating things you know they used to love. Ugh, fakes are, fake. XD
And lastly, wrestling. It's so stupid. Lately, my brother has been watching a lot of it. This is so stupid. It's completely planned and they hardly "fight". It's like choreography. And it makes me angry. Just the whole thing. So yeah.
Just needed to rant. Thank you for being my rant machine. K thanks, bai. :D
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Heartbeat Diaries
Has anyone ever noticed the world around them? Can you feel it's heartbeat? Because I can. I walk around and the wind sounds like a beautiful melody, and the crunching of leaves under my feet is a fast drum beat. The sunshine is like a spotlight, shining on me.
Am I the only one who feels like I'm supposed to do something? Change the world, fix a country, create something no one else ever dreamed of. I think about it all the time, like it's destined to be. I've always acted like I didn't need a Plan B. It was always being famous. For writing, for singing, for dancing, for acting. For something. Like I wasn't meant for anything else. I still feel that way.
Music was always first to me, that's what I'm meant to be with. Listening to it, singing it, dancing to it. Anything that had to with it was cool, automatically. But now, I can't even go my choir class without people telling me they don't like me. They've never talked to me, and the first thing they ever say to me is that they don't like me. That's my favorite class, my favorite teacher, and I'm not comfortable there. I walk in just waiting for someone to say it. Someone to laugh at what I'm wearing. Honestly, I don't care, none of them mean anything to me, but it still stings a little. And I'm tired of feeling like I'm not supposed to be there, because I know I am. It's what I do, it's all I do. So why do I feel like this? Because other people don't hear the heartbeat. Don't feel the music. And they love to ignore it if they do hear it. I wish they could hear it.
If you can hear it, if you feel it, use it. Keep going, even if the person next you doesn't. Because they're the unlucky one, the one who should feel like they don't belong, because they don't.
BEcause YOU're beautiful.
Love,
Dakota <3
Am I the only one who feels like I'm supposed to do something? Change the world, fix a country, create something no one else ever dreamed of. I think about it all the time, like it's destined to be. I've always acted like I didn't need a Plan B. It was always being famous. For writing, for singing, for dancing, for acting. For something. Like I wasn't meant for anything else. I still feel that way.
Music was always first to me, that's what I'm meant to be with. Listening to it, singing it, dancing to it. Anything that had to with it was cool, automatically. But now, I can't even go my choir class without people telling me they don't like me. They've never talked to me, and the first thing they ever say to me is that they don't like me. That's my favorite class, my favorite teacher, and I'm not comfortable there. I walk in just waiting for someone to say it. Someone to laugh at what I'm wearing. Honestly, I don't care, none of them mean anything to me, but it still stings a little. And I'm tired of feeling like I'm not supposed to be there, because I know I am. It's what I do, it's all I do. So why do I feel like this? Because other people don't hear the heartbeat. Don't feel the music. And they love to ignore it if they do hear it. I wish they could hear it.
If you can hear it, if you feel it, use it. Keep going, even if the person next you doesn't. Because they're the unlucky one, the one who should feel like they don't belong, because they don't.
BEcause YOU're beautiful.
Love,
Dakota <3
Sunday, November 6, 2011
~Blossom~ An Original Poem by Dakota Green :)
Judgement in your eyes.
Your evil tone invokes my anger.
Your evil smile pushes me, over the edge.
The tears flow out.
Forcing me to flee.
Rushing toward safety, the bathroom.
My cheeks are soaked, as I run into a stall, hurt.
You laugh at me.
Now you grab your friends.
A crybaby, you call me, smiling.
My soul is cracked open, falling apart, it's war.
Then I walk out.
Convinced to be brave.
The laughing stops, watch me stand up for me.
Your face falls, to a gasp, you have no power now.
I became free.
No one can own me.
I say what bothers me, I don't hide.
Open, free, I blossom to what I want to be.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
School 2~ A Continued Story
We've all been there, waking up 10 minutes before you bus is supposed to show. You jump out of bed, throwing everything you need on as you rush out the door. You breathe a HUGE sigh of relief as you realize that your bus hasn't even neared your stop. As you stand there, you begin thinking over the last 10 minutes. What had you done? Had you even woken up yet? Were you wearing pants? You look down and thank the heavens, because you don't even remember putting them on. Your bus pulls around the corner and you climb on, thankful to have made it.
As soon as you hit school though, you suddenly regret all that "thankfullness" that you had felt on the bus, becuase you no longer wanted to be here. Why do you even come? Why do you endure day after day of torture on no end, for no apparent reason? To be happy? Of course not. Because all it did was make you miserable. You crouch down in front of that monster of a locker, messy as it may be and dig for the one book you need. And in this crucial, oh so important moment, deciding how the rest of the day goes, you realize you left the folder and book you need at home,on the dining room table. This folder also contained the homework that you did for every other class last night. You're screwed. You reach back into your locker, finding your binder and your notebook for your first hour, science.Grabbing what you did have, you got up, closed your locker and headed to class.
And of course, because of this one action, a failed attempt and being able to bring everything you need to class, you get a rampage and a lecture from the next 3 hour teachers. Finally you hit your favorite hour with your favorite teacher, who never assigns homework. And in that 45 minutes, you bloom and shine in front of them and you feel accomplished. But the hour ends and the bell rings, ordering you to your next class.
The rest of the day is terrible, every teacher is "so disappointed". And you hear the same speech 5 times. And just when you think it can't get worse, the end of the day bell rings, and you are free at last. Or so you think.
You burst out of the classroom and down the hall, hit your locker at full speed, wanting to escape fast. You hastily put in your code and yank open your locker, just to find that you aren't free, not even the slightest bit. You have homework.
Now, let me just interupt here, as the narrator I have the right to say something about, yes you guessed it, homework. This dreaded piece of nothing, that isn't helpful in any way. I think teachers should just teach, and the one's who are smart will pay attention, take notes, and on the open note test, they will pass. But no, teachers think they can make all the kids who don't care care. But they can't, and they try by making us do homework and putting it into your grade. So those kids can either flunk, or start to care. But they don't care, and they would rather flunk that try. And that's why homework isn't worth it.
Back to the "story." You have just opened your locker to find that your biggest enemy, homework, haunts you still. Pulling out your math, history, and spanish binders, you shove them down into your backpack, and head out, to the one place you think you can escape.
As soon as you hit school though, you suddenly regret all that "thankfullness" that you had felt on the bus, becuase you no longer wanted to be here. Why do you even come? Why do you endure day after day of torture on no end, for no apparent reason? To be happy? Of course not. Because all it did was make you miserable. You crouch down in front of that monster of a locker, messy as it may be and dig for the one book you need. And in this crucial, oh so important moment, deciding how the rest of the day goes, you realize you left the folder and book you need at home,on the dining room table. This folder also contained the homework that you did for every other class last night. You're screwed. You reach back into your locker, finding your binder and your notebook for your first hour, science.Grabbing what you did have, you got up, closed your locker and headed to class.
And of course, because of this one action, a failed attempt and being able to bring everything you need to class, you get a rampage and a lecture from the next 3 hour teachers. Finally you hit your favorite hour with your favorite teacher, who never assigns homework. And in that 45 minutes, you bloom and shine in front of them and you feel accomplished. But the hour ends and the bell rings, ordering you to your next class.
The rest of the day is terrible, every teacher is "so disappointed". And you hear the same speech 5 times. And just when you think it can't get worse, the end of the day bell rings, and you are free at last. Or so you think.
You burst out of the classroom and down the hall, hit your locker at full speed, wanting to escape fast. You hastily put in your code and yank open your locker, just to find that you aren't free, not even the slightest bit. You have homework.
Now, let me just interupt here, as the narrator I have the right to say something about, yes you guessed it, homework. This dreaded piece of nothing, that isn't helpful in any way. I think teachers should just teach, and the one's who are smart will pay attention, take notes, and on the open note test, they will pass. But no, teachers think they can make all the kids who don't care care. But they can't, and they try by making us do homework and putting it into your grade. So those kids can either flunk, or start to care. But they don't care, and they would rather flunk that try. And that's why homework isn't worth it.
Back to the "story." You have just opened your locker to find that your biggest enemy, homework, haunts you still. Pulling out your math, history, and spanish binders, you shove them down into your backpack, and head out, to the one place you think you can escape.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Help Us Out!
My friends at Robinson are going to Chicago for a music clinic! Please help send us by going to this link and voting! You can also use yellow caps to power vote! Thannnks! ;D
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