Mmmm Whatcha Say...

So I have this friend. She's kinda funny. She wrote this:

You're the sweet red cherry right on top
You're the laughing gas before the shot

You're the finish line at the end of the race
You're the gold medal when I win first place

You're the quiet oasis in the middle of the desert
You're the spongebob bandaid for when I get hurt

You're the ice cold water when I'm dying of thirst
You're the bright blue balloon that will never burst

You're the calm before the inevitable storm
You're the radiant sun that keeps all of me warm

You're the neverending song running through my head
You're the brand of butter that's easy to spread

You're the movie I love to watch over and over
You're harder to find than a 4-leaf clover

You're the spot of color in the midst of all the gray
You're the bold, brave hero that saves the day

Yet all these corny metaphors still aren't enough
Words can't express how much you are loved.

[zOMG gUyZZZ.] I love you too, Lee.

At this point you may be wondering why on earth the title of this post comes from that "Whatcha Say" song. (So I don't know the actual title or artist. Shoot me.) It doesn't. That song sampled from an Imogen Heap song called "Hide and Seek." It's much better. Go listen to that one instead of your pop-rap-hip-hop-junk or whatever you call it. Doesn't matter what it's called, it still sucks.

So I did a little search-with-relient-k-ing and I came upon this: http://www.globalissues.org/article/26/poverty-facts-and-stats
Read it all. It's horrifying. And yet nobody does a thing.
My favorite facts:

• Almost half the world — over three billion people — live on less than $2.50 a day.
• Nearly a billion people entered the 21st century unable to read a book or sign their names.
• Less than one per cent of what the world spent every year on weapons was needed to put every child into school by the year 2000 and yet it didn’t happen.
• Number of children in the world: 2.2 billion
• Number in poverty: 1 billion (every second child)
• For the 1.9 billion children from the developing world, there are:
  640 million without adequate shelter (1 in 3)
  400 million with no access to safe water (1 in 5)
  270 million with no access to health services (1 in 7)
• In 2005, the wealthiest 20% of the world accounted for 76.6% of total private consumption. The poorest fifth just 1.5%

I like how much of the money spent on weapons could be used to put kids in school. Not just some kids, all of them. It's sad. This is one of the reasons I'm so glad we went to the Museum of Tolerance. No one knew about all that's happening, and it never really hit home. Now it has, although I'm pretty sure nothing is going to stay nothing.

So I started writing a review of the concert on Friday. My computer crashed before I had a chance to finish. Hopefully Blogger autosaved. If it did expect said post to be either above this on or below it. I really don't know where it'll end up.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Because I Don't Like My Family, That's Why.

Oh.
My.
Gosh.
My family is so annoying. Especially my sister. And my brother (oldest). I really do not wish I knew them sometimes. Now would be one of those times. They are going to drive me off the deep end, I know it. I know what you're thinking: "Really? Get over it. Everyone's family is like that." Yea, no. Everyone's family is not like mine. Not only are we not the perfect 2 3/4 children, my sibling all have ADD. That's right. Attention Deficit Disorder. This makes not only schooling difficult, but just being around them difficult, because if they don't eat right, they are HORRIBLE. (and that is another story all in itself.) This is why I spend so much time in my room, when I go upstairs just being in the general vicinity of my siblings puts me in a bad mood. You don't like your family? Come hang out with mine for a while then you'll be changing your tune sweetheart. I am so so serious.

But on another completely unrelated note, cussing. I've talked about it before, and how much I hate it. But what really doesn't make sense and makes me flat out angry is censoring. If you're going to cuss on something like Facebook, just say it! Don't star it out so you end up with **** and s**t. It's annoying. It's all or nothing bi***. See how annoying that is? It's annoying me just saying it. And if you're going to star it out why just not say it in the first place? Seriously. Seriously? Seriously. Get over yourself. Puh-lease.

Aren't people stupid? Argh. I'm not going to get in my Monday dose of the Phillip DeFranco Show 'cause my phone is dead. (If you don't know what that is, look up sXephil on youtube. It's one of the random channels I've become addicted to because I had such easy access to youtube.)

I guess I'll see ya,
Nova.

Apparently I Didn't Title This Post.

Oh, and if you haven’t checked it out yet, I recommend listening to the new Switchfoot and John Mayer CD!

[Hot dogs? Who would have thought?] Heh. I like you, emma.

Anyway. A tragedy has struck. My phone died. How? It fell in the toilet. ACCIDENTALLY. Accidentally. It fell out of my pocket. Accidentally. Did I mention it was an accident? It doesn't really matter, though, because no matter how you slice it my phone is still dead. This means two things: 1. I can no longer text anyone. 2. The only way I can go on the internet is on a computer.
Did I mention how I can't text anyone?
No.
Let me rephrase that.
I can't communicate with anyone unless they call me on my home phone or I'm the computer.
Those two things don't happen very often. Wah. I'm sad.

But speaking of Hello Hurricane, if you're reading this right now, you need to listen to Switchfoot's other albums. Right now I've got Oh! Gravity. in my ears. I love it. I forgot how awesome this record really is. You should go out and buy it. And The Beautiful Letdown, and Nothing is Sound, and Learning to Breathe, and New Way to be Human, and Legend of Chin.

I havta go now children.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Hey Little Insecure Kid

Dear Haley,
You're crazy pretty. You could be a model if you wanted too. Furthermore, a lot of the time when you stand, you stick your hip out, which accentuates how thin you are. Stop with your insecurities, sweetheart, for they're in vain.
Love,
Lizabeth.
(P.S., if that sounded harsh, sorry. I'm kinda not in the best mood as of right now. It's not you're fault. Something just happened at lunch. Ask Ellie.)

So on that note: insecurity. Don't lie. You know you are. That's right. Insecure. No matter how hard you try you will be insecure. No one is perfectly OK with who they are. Guaranteed. When you get to a point, though, it needs to come to an end. Lately everyone's been talking about "Oh mah gaaaaaawwssshhhh!! My life is so haaaarrrrdddd!!! I'll NEVREVREVRR be good enuffff!" (Maybe I'm exaggerating, so what? It's fun to act like a snotty teenage girl. [I'm not calling y'all that, that's just what my over exaggeration is equal too]) Newsflash, sweetheart, you are good enough. You're perfectly fine exactly how you are, and I don't mean to be preachy, but that's the way God made you. Be proud kiddo. Embrace yourself so much that you want a strait jacket just so you can hug yourself. (LAWL) That's what I try to do, and like I say in dance, if I can do it, you can too.

So enough about feeling small and worthless. The other thing that was bothering me was violence. So what happened today was that my friend kept taking my other friend's drumsticks. These weren't ordinary drumsticks, they had belonged to his friend that was in jail. (don't ask, cause I don't know.) My friends kept jacking 'em and this apparently pissed him off. So it got to the point where he turned to me and said, "Will you be mad if I kill Cole?"
Me: Yes.
Him: Will you be mad if I badly injure him?
Me: Yes.
Him: Will you be mad if I use the most non-violent means necessary?
Me: *think* No.
This did not turn out to be the case though, because when my friend ran over to retrieve the drumstick, Cole threw it. So my friend stopped attempting to attack him but in his impulsive anger hit him with the one drumstick he had. I do not condone violence, I am in fact very much against it. I think violent video games are horrible. The tendency to resort to violence is the worst though. I think I'm going to say that my friend was in the wrong for hurting my other friend, because I just explained that this is not cool with me. (although my friend was thoroughly provoked.) I shall leave you with this thought: violence is not the answer. It's the question. The answer is no.

"So pretty, so smart. Such a waste of a young heart."
Satellite Heart - Anya Marina.

See ya,
Nova.

Now See Here

I won't do this often. I've already told you the majority of the posts found on this blog will be rants. Today is different. I found something I want to show you guys. Her name is Emma and her blog is www.twoheartsbeat.tumblr.com. I like it, its good. Go read it kids.

THE DENTISTS OFFICE SMELLS SO GROSS!! (that's where I am right now. I hate it.)

Anyway. I am tired of Dwayne Johnson. Isn't he EVERYWHERE? I don't go to the movies to see the same guy on two different posters. It's just annoying! Go away! It actually reminds me a little of Miley Cyrus. It's just that Miley has 3 careers and Dwayne has 1. He's just EVERYWHERE. It annoys me. It's not nice to put an annoying actor in every other movie. I don't like it. Go die in a hole, Dwayne Johnson.

So back to the dentist. I do not like it at all. The only part I remotely like is the clean teeth part. The rest is crap. Straight up. Why does the dentist have to torture us so?

This is the end of the line.
That's all, folks!
Nova.

Dating: This Is the End (If You Want It)

[Thar be paaaart three be a blowin'! *end pirate talk* This is part three: This Is the End (If You Want It)]

Unless you're homer or marge simpson, you're going to broken up with/break up with someone. Not all men are the perfect catch, which is why you need to prepare yourself.
     Lesson 1: But I Don't Want To Hurt Him! That's what you tell yourself when you try to justify when you don't break it off with your crappy boyfriend. My social studies teacher actually taught us how to break up. This is how it's done: you need three reasons. Not for yourself. Not for him. But for your friends. Rule #1 is to come out looking like the good guy, so make up three reasons why your significant other is not good. You also need to come out with a clear consience. Think of it this way: if you're breaking up in the first place, that obviously means you aren't right for each other. So Mr. Whoever will find a girl out there who is better than you (in his mind).
     Lesson 2: Forget and Not Slow Down. So you've been dumped, have you? I find the best way to cope can be found in a song by Relient K. "I'd forget and not slow down than gather regret for the things I can't change now." Dwelling on that ex-lover is NOT HEALTHY. The best way to get over someone is to remind yourself that eventually, a better guy will come along and you're better without that old guy anyway. I mean, c'mon! He dumped you for crying out loud. Take it with your head held high, but keep it out of the clouds.
     In closing, I don't understand why breakups are so sad. The fact of the matter is that because this guy broke up with you, a better one is on it's way, and cause you already know what you aren't looking for, finding the right guy becomes that much easier.

This concludes the post of loosely tied thoughts and bad transitions.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

iFail.

I accidentally ripped the letter lee sent me when I was opening. She addressed it upsidedown. This letter is made of fail. Except for the letter part. Maybe just Lee and I are fails.

Dating: DO NOT CROSS. Trespassers Will Be Shot

[so this is becoming a series. I'm quite proud of myself for keeping up this commitment. Although, FYI, I will be posting other things in between. This is part two: DO NOT CROSS. Trespassers Will Be Shot.]

Ah, boundaries. We all know of something or other that is a boundary for us. It may be a curfew or it could be a stupid school rule. Everyone comes in contact with them, and without boundaries, the world would be chaos. But how do boundaries relate to relationships? Simple. You need them in relationships.
     The biggest one you will come across is how far you're willing to go. (yes, I do mean in terms of sex.) It's a simple issue of knowing how far you're going to go before you get there. What seems to be the problem to me is that in today's society, boundaries like that are extremely rare, and usually the person who sets them up is "religious" in some way. Like with me, I will not let my current boyfriend kiss me. Now, if we stay together long enough I will but for now, no. I don't see it as appropriate, and it's my boundary.
     My parents believe in boundaries, too. Today I went to the doctor and she asked my mom if she wanted me to get the Gardasil vaccine. My mom said no because the only way to get cervical cancer is through sex, and if I'm going to stay abstinent why get 3 painful injections? It doesn't make any sense. There really is no legitimate reason to have sex before marriage. At all.
     But then there are those relationships you come across where the girl sets up boundaries and the guy whines and complains about them. At this point one of 2 things usually happen. Either the girl caves to her boyfriend's wishes or she dumps him. So boundaries can also help weed out men that aren't worth it.
     This is my advice to all you women out there: figure out your boundaries. What's too far and what isn't? What's too far for YOU and what isn't? If your man doesn't respect your boundaries let him go. I think doing and knowing these things will lead to better more intimate relationships.

So there you have it. Part 2. Too bad I forgot to put a part in there about what's pure, what really isn't, and what sex should be. Oh well.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Dating: Ideas on Relationships.

[today I'll begin what I hope becomes a series about dating and relationships and guys and what those things mean to me. This part one: Ideas on Relationships.]

Dating. It's something that is close to central to a persons life from around middle school till marriage. Initially, you usually see relationships start to happen in the 6th/7th grade. There were even a couple "couples" in 5th for me. (I wasn't in them, I just knew other people that were) But were they real? Not hardly. Young love, the kind experienced 5th-7th grade, is, more often than not, not real. I may seem like that, but it is far from it. Now, it does start to develop more realism as you get older and are in more relationships.
     For example, the first relationship I was ever in was with this guy named Andrew. It lasted for a little over 2 weeks and I can safely say that it was not real. It felt very real to me at the time, but c'mon, it was my first "real" boyfriend. That was back in 6th grade. Which just goes to show that middle school relationships are usually not real. This causes them to not last very long.
     Back to my first boyfriend- originally, I had told myself that I wasn't going to date until high school because I didn't think relationships were right at that age. I STILL struggle with that, but back to the point. I asked him out anyway because I said to myself that if I didn't do it now it would never happen. So I did it. I didn't tell my parents, of course, because they would disapprove even though they'd never said anything. And I think dating is one of those things where it's your decision to say if you're ready for it or not. I have a friend who turned down a guy because she said she wasn't ready to date. Which is perfectly fine with me.

Alright. We've reached the end of today's rope. Hopefully I was somewhat insigtful today.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

The Waffle Album

Today something arrived in my mailbox. It was a CD. It was Hello Hurricane. I absolutely love this record. It is so amazing and indescribable. I like to think of it like this: The CD is like a burnt waffle. Light and airy, but it has a dark side. It's also very satisfying, but not quite.
One of my favorite parts of Hello Hurricane is how it twists my soul into shapes that I didn't think is could go. It's ripping out pieces of me and throwing them around the room. It left me broken after some songs but totally put back together after others. I feel like if I go back through the other records, I won't be able to think of them the same.
I think everyone needs to hear a record like this. Not this one, specifically, just a CD that makes you feel the same way Hello Hurricane makes me feel.

This concludes my review of what could possibly be my most favorite record of all time.

That's all, folks!
Nova

Are You Tired of Being Alone?

Manchester Orchestra. Haven't heard of them? Well, go on iTunes right now then. They are phenomenal. I actually forgot how good they were. Right now I'm listening to one of my most favourite songs by them: Shake It Out. It's got great music and great lyrics (see title of this post). Another song I love is Golden Ticket. That song is put together so well! It's crazy. It's amazing. It's craymazing! Oh and I can't forget I've Got Friends. That's the song that originally got me hooked on this band.

So I never talk about my personal life on here, but I figure today should be an exception. Just because I felt like it. I got a letter today! It's from my really good friend, Amy. We haven't talked in a while, and just recently we've been talking. I feel like we're rebuilding our relationship. I love it.
Also, I feel like lately I haven't been very nice to someone who is very close to me. He'll say something and expect me to say something and I won't. Why? Because he's leaving, and that puts me in a bad mood. There really isn't any reason for me to act this way, and I wish I didn't. I just... I don't know. I need to think about this more and figure out a way to make it up to him. :\
Finally, in the world of me, nothing else has really happened... I guess... Hello Hurricane comes out in 5 days... yea. That's all the excitement in my life right now.

I need to go take a shower!

Question of the post: Who haven't you talked to in a while that you need to? Like, desperately.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Mess of Me

This may be one of the few times a blog post of mine is not a rant on stupid people and their stupid opinions. I'm talking about promotion. Specifically, promotion of a Switchfoot video. This round: Mess of Me. Yes. It has arrived. The OFFICIAL Mess of Me music video, and our friends over at www.landofbrokenhearts.org and www.wereawakening.blogspot.com have some big goals for this thing. FIRST: +1,500 ratings. Simple, give it 5 stars. SECOND: +1,500 favorites. Easy, too. Favorite the life outa that thing! THIRD: +5,000 comments. They really aren't challenging us, are they? FOURTH: +75,000 views. Now I know you loyal readers can do that. [If you don't like the song (which I would find hard to believe) just play it over and over with the volume off.] FIFTH: +300 Diggs on www.digg.com. Also easy. If you don't have a Digg account, you can easily link your facebook.

That's about it. I kind of have a rant in me, but it corresponds to much yesterday's post.

That's all, folks!
Nova

What Are Rights?

[So these colours are now permanent. I feel like they match much better with the header. Woot.]

Thursdays are confusing for me. On the one hand, I get to have a bass guitar lesson. On the other, it's animal rights club day. Now, I have nothing against animals, but I think we should learn to save ourselves before we try to fix anything else. I'll give you an example: Would you let a doctor who hasn't gone to med school treat and operate on a patient with a life threatening disease? No. He/she needs to learn how to be a doctor. And what better way to teach than to practice on yourself? It would make everything a lot more careful and precise, and practice makes permanent.

Another thing, I've said this before and I'll say it again. You think animals have don't have rights? Look at people. Take this story about a girl who was sold into prostitution by her foster father. Last time I czeched, slaves, especially sex slaves, don't have rights. Oh, but don't forget the genocide. Dead people definitely don't have rights. The civil war in Darfur is probably the biggest issue our there besides the war in Uganda. (Don't even get me started on Uganda.)

The point is, people need help. Animals do too, but not as much as people. I think that if we start making a change in one area, everything will iron itself out.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

A Small Change

So I changed the colours around a little. I used this thing on www.bighugelabs.com. It makes colour schemes and I changed my blog around to those colours. Let me know if you like the current ones or the chatbox ones and I'll get back to you soon.

That's all, folks!
Nova