ahh, children....

sunday afternoon, well about all day, i hung out with my best friend. the bundle of fun i've known since 3 or 4 :) love her! we worked on a couple songs (i sing she plays guitar) and mixed cooking oil and a bunch of other stuff into a cup of water that was just sitting there on the counter waiting for us to make something that smelled absolutely awful! we went over to her house and hung out watching a couple Skit Guys' videos and Edwin's Corner online (check them out! both are hilarifying!!) then got informed that we were to watch our parents' friends kids. oh my gosh so adorable! i was put mostly in charge of the baby, my bff helped me though, THANK GOD. i know babysitting a baby is not even close to actually having one, but my heart goes out to all those moms out there!! my mom said that God makes babies cute so you don't feel like you want to kill them lol. well anyway, the other preschool aged kids were very well behaved. the oldest little girl and her brother just adored their baby brother :) it was the sweetest thing! but that baby, i had to stand and hold him to burp him, and my right side was the only one that really worked for him cause he enjoyed staring at the dog or his siblings or the tv, and he was always moving his head around, so he spit up all over me lol eew gross, but he was cute, though my right arm was so sore after that. when it was time to put him in bed, we changed his diaper and put him in his pjs, which was quite the adventure for me and my friend lol he was busy staring at something and chewing on a toy lol. when we finally got him ready, we carried him up and laid him in his crib. now this baby, he loved being covered up! as soon as i laid the blanket over him his face lit up with a bright, yet toothless smile :) and he cooed at me, just laughing and talking away! the cutest thing. later we went up to check on him, he was like totally laying the opposite way from when we'd put him in and was talking to the wall lol (not like talking talking, but like baby language talking ;]) so cute! the other kids got 30 more minutes than their baby brother, and took total advantage of it too lol they came into the living room and suggested we have a quiet dance party! then we read with them and got them in bed :) and i finally got to eat my dinner, at 8 30. i didn't get to eat when we got there, like everyone else, cause the baby wouldn't let me put him down lol but it was cool, i can deal with cold pizza ;)

Would You Jump?

i was talking about teeth. see, my mom has braces, and i'l probably end up with them at some point too, which is good. i mean, who doesn't want pretty teeth. but the braces aren't just for looks, a lot of times it's to keep your teeth healthy and in line and all that jazz. but anyway, i was thinking about teeth. not just my teeth, but teeth in general. it seems that everywhere i go, there's some model or actor/actress or whatnot, be it on TV or the cover of a magazine, that has no flaws whatsoever. perfect pearly whites, a tan that's just the right shade of gold, luscious hair and all those other things people strive every day to have. i don't understand. where did the idea come from that perfection was essential? why do we need it? if we were all perfect, what would the world be like? there wouldn't be any beauty at all. and beauty, mind you, is not defined by what jean size you happen to be. all around me i see, not only teenagers, but grown people trying to match this invisible, unreachable, standard our society has set for us. tell me, what's the fun in worrying about what the person sitting three tables down from you in the cafe is thinking about your outfit? for the longest time, i felt that i was in a box, on display for those around me to judge, and i was supposed to soak all their opinions in and somehow perfect my image. but nothing ever worked. and i didn't feel free either, i wasn't being myself. i was defining myself by what i did and how i dressed to follow the crowd. not fun at all. i know you've heard that old clique question that your mom would always ask you when you wanted to go out with your friends when you knew, as well as she did, that they weren't going to be doing something that would make you very proud. if all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you jump too? well, would you? it happens every day. every day, someone somewhere chooses to jump. i've jumped, and i always seemed to find myself landing right back into that box. the box i couldn't seem to fit in. the box i began to hate just as much as i hated myself for jumping. but then i asked myself 'why'. why did i jump? was it to somehow feel accepted? and then it occurred to me, yeah. everyone wants acceptance. but, maybe that's not it. maybe the truth is no one's going to feel accepted because no one is the same, and us humans can't seem to accept people for who they are. there's no one in the world just like you, or just like me. which means differences are inevitable. the key is to just enjoy being you for as long as you can, cause life is short and living your life in a box? i mean, really? who wants to be stuffed into a box anyway?

The First Post

this is a blog. a blog not only for teen stuff, but for everyday life. i'm here to reach out into the world and voice my opinions, answer questions as best i can, suggest music, books, ideas...anything. no, i don't have all the answers, but i do know someone who does. yeah, i'm a christian. and if you're not, don't let this push you away. we're not much different; just searching for answers.