My little sister is a teenager. She plays this song in the house, a lot. It went from annoying to catchy. How is that music does that? Especially, pop music. I don’t know but I am now digging this song. After hearing it so many times it kind of stuck. Makes me want to go out to the bar. This weekend? Maybe?
i’m convinced jay sean is my sister’s soulmate. guido’s forever!
an open letter to the los angeles lakers (or any professional sports team, for that matter):
my name is jordan. i’m cute, witty, and i will gladly fake marry you for a million dollars. i’d be the perfect baller wife. i’ve got a big ass, good hair, and a great sense of humor. in fact, i’m just like a kardashian, minus the sex tape, illegitimate child, and bohemith size. i have a rather extensive shoe collection, i’m drug and disease free, and i can cook and bake. i have no problem with OK magazine photographing our every move, as i can work many angles and look flattering under natural as well as artificial lighting. have your people call my people.
You have the power to create change in your own life, every single day. What I love about the above quote (from Vanilla Sky) is that every time I reflect on it, I remember that I have the power to create change right now. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow. Every second you have the opportunity to change who you were a second before. At 6:01 you were The Girl That Ate Half A Box of Cheez-Its? Well at 6:02 you can choose to put them down and be The Girl Who Didn’t Eat the Whole Box. Even if you can’t change your circumstances, you can change your perspective on them. You can choose happiness. People still created art in concentration camps. I have heard children with no toys or clean water sing with joy in their voices. You can choose to let go. You can choose to grow from pain. You can choose to laugh at this ridiculous struggle to exist. Fuck, just start small and choose to smile for 33 seconds.
A couple of weeks ago, when I was waiting at the Fremont train station to be picked up, I overheard two gang-banger wannabes talking. One jokingly said he was gonna kill the other for one transgression or another (stepped on his Jordans? Didn’t “like” his status update?). The other boy replied, “That’s fine. Death is easy. You don’t do nothing but let go. Life is the battle. Life is hard. Death is easy, blood.” It was a little too epic for Fremont BART, but I kind of agree with that. Life is a battle. But you gotta fight it. Because just sitting around waiting for the easy reprieve of death is a fucking waste. Don’t sit on the sidelines with shrapnel falling down around you until it’s too late. Things can suck, it’s true. I don’t believe in relative pain: that because someone else somewhere in the world “has it harder” that your pain is less meaningful or relevant. Everyone has to fight a different battle, and no matter what demons you are facing, your demons will always be the scariest to you. But just because you were a victim at some point, doesn’t mean you have to stay a victim right now.
If you don’t like where you are, change it. If you want to be something, get off tumblr and do one thing that moves you in the direction of being it (unless your goal is to be a tumblr celebrity, in which case…go tumblr time). If you don’t try to enact change, if you don’t step in the direction of your dreams, they will never get closer. And if you choose (there is always a choice) to stay stagnant in your unhappiness, then you lose the right to complain.
“Keep on loving each other as brothers and sisters. Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it! Remember those in prison, as if you were there yourself. Remember also those being mistreated, as if you felt their pain in your own bodies.”—Hebrews 13 (via projectglockenspiel)
“…if you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.”—C.S. Lewis (via doehlebread)