We all know this song, we all know that sometimes it is played so much that it is just so annoying. But come on, on this blog is makes so much sense, doesn't it? Erase hearing this song a thousand times, erase the fact that it isn't part of your music taste, and realize that this is actually a good and catchy song. Not to mention it totally matches my blog genre!
Now if you look through out the songs that I have for my play list, you can see that you have the option of actually playing it or not. Oh, you're welcome. Anyway, we have artists like Owl City, Regina Spektor, Greenday, and Train. I listen to all kinds of music, and sooner or later you'll realize that sometimes people have the stereotype of not having one. Someone once said I was Indie, Grunge, Rocker, and I just want to be Jessica. Speaking of stereotypes, I want to go shopping again. If I had a stereotype, it would be the one where the person where's skinny jeans, holes in them or not, with funny t-shirts. My friend Adam would know this, considering I was wearing a, "Keep the Earth clean, it's not Uranus" shirt on Skype. I have others that say, " Get out of my grill!" and has an angry grill yelling at finger foods and spatulas. I also have band shirts, and sometimes I just have a plain black shirt. I like having people wonder what the hell I am, but I know that I need to go shopping soon. And back to the gym, I miss sweating and feeling good you know? There's something about the gym that makes someone feel good.
I've been trying to get into the habit of going to the gym, and it's not because I want to get skinny, get a couple abs, look wonderful in a bikini, or something that includes with the self image. I got over that a long time ago, and even though sometimes I want to go because I've been eating secret awesome guilty foods, it's nothing personal. It's actually shameful to be in gym class and wonder if your cheeks are red, or your face in general because you're out of shape. I, luckily, do not have that issue. I learned a long time ago that it doesn't matter how in shape you're in, your boyfriend does not want to hear about how fat you are, how many calories you took in today, or how much fat you have on your thighs. Confidence is really key, and if you have curves, flaunt the fact that your hourglass figure is the most wanted. And if it isn't, enjoy the fact that you're different. And if you don't have curves and can qualify to be a model, shut the fuck up and like the fact you can pull of a tank top.
Now that it's a Sunday, I am doing my Biology homework when I stop and actually read the question. I give a confused expression and say, " What?" because who the fuck cares about genetics? Half of the people inside of this classroom believe in Adam and Eve, you really think they'll remember the phenotype? Now I'm Buddhist, and the main part of this way of life is to just be happy. But how can I be happy when science is taking away the mysteries of life? Mystery is beautiful, and it doesn't matter what kind of mystery I'm talking about. It could be the strangers name with the pink lip gloss, it could be why the colors turn a different color in the fall, or it could be why we dream. I dislike the fact that we have an answer, theory, or a hypothesis for everything. The thirst to know the answers to the wonders of life make me wonder if we're doing more harm then good. Do we have to know what the inside of a whale looks like? Do you know what it took to get inside of that whale? Let's just hope the whale died of natural causes. Now I understand if this were for health reasons, and I guess we all don't want to see something die, especially when we could've helped it, but we can never push Death away and say, ' Well come back next week, then we'll take your appointment.' It's never going to work like that, so please stop trying.
-Because it is what it is.
