Hardly Amazing;;

It is hardly amazing to find out that some people just aren't who you think they are.

But it is heartbreaking.
It tears you up.
It kills you.
Just when you thought you knew.

Just when I thought I knew.
But apparently I know nothing. What I thought I knew is blown away;; now nonexistent.
It is hardly amazing to find out what you never asked to know, what you never wanted to know;;

what you never wanted to be true.

It kills you. Slowly, painfully. And it shows no mercy.
Only God can help you.
Only God can help me.
And you know what ? It almost feels like He won't. Almost.

But it's hardly amazing. Hardly amazing to see what made you cover your eyes in the first place, hear what made you want to knock yourself deaf, feel what made you want to go numb.
It's terrifying. Makes the life you looked forward to something you frown upon, something you dread.
It makes you realize that life doesn't give you lemons, it squeezes the lemon juice in your eyes.
This is really why we cry.
Life.
It hurts.
And it's hardly amazing.

It's hardly amazing when you know you're losing someone that you want in your life forever.
And ever.
You don't have to be in love. You just have to know what love is. It'll happen.
A true friend doesn't slip away.


Does that mean you're not a true friend ?
It's hardly amazing.
It's horrible. It kills me.
And yet they're the ones I see dying. From the inside it translates on out.

It's also hardly amazing to hear from the words of another these deadly news, that someone you'd cross the entire universe for, just so they can lean their head on your shoulder and cry, someone that you appreciate almost more than life itself...do you get it ?

Are you getting it yet ?

You don't get it and I don't think you ever will.
Some will though.
It's hardly amazing.

In the Bible it says that this too shall pass but why does it feel like it'll always last ?
It's hardly amazing.
It's truth, but hardly amazing.

It just kills me.

God help me. I need it.
&& while you may think that my emotions just run high;; sure they do.
But it is hardly amazing to cry.
It's life.
And it's not impressing at all to pretend it isn't. Or pretend you don't feel.
So wake up and remember what's real.

Rage;;

Don't tell me you know what's best for me.
And don't insult me by saying you know me either.
It's sickening.

Very sickening. I'm nauseous like a drunk peer pressured teen. And yet I'm amused cause you don't even know who you are.
So leave your '-I care' 's and your '-i know' 's back home in your bed and come correct. Or rather, just come like you've always done.
Don't you change on me now.

Is it because of my common sense, because you know that I know what I'm doing ? Yes it is.
Is it because of the knowledge I posses about this life ? Yes it is.
Is it because of the "closeness" we've built over the years ? I guess.
Is it because of the world and how it has corrupted the life we live ? No it isn't.

It's cause you know that one day I might possibly move on without you. Some news for you;; -thanks but no thanks.
Please don't get me wrong. I appreciate that you care about me that much. But I'm nott the only one in need of self -examination right now. Trust I check myself before I check another person.
But something tells me that lately you haven't been doing the same thing.

Matter of fact.

What's wrong with you ?

Yeah, let's go with that question. What is wrong with you ?

Whatever it is.

Get over it. Cause in all my rage all I will say is that I am.

Now I'm just s a t i s f i e d .

I'm backkk

I definitely feel like a stranger to my own blog.

I miss all of youu;; whoever you are. And ii would just like to say -feels good to be back. I shouldn't be taking another break like that again for a little whilee.

So on to the updates;;

Hm. There may be a possibility that there aren't any.

• I did however findd my digital camera, which ii thought was stolen. Turns out I hid it soooo well [ you better have me on your team in Hide `N Seek ] that ii couldn't find it myselff.
• I also found out that ii might possibly have another chance to see an HL member in a fashion show on Friday. Awesome.
• I have also come to the conclusion that everybody's birthday is clearly in July. Except for mine. Lovely.
• Anddddd it's cold outside for some mother loving summertime. Dude.

Oh..... so let me tell you about the movement I am supporting;;

It is called -HighLife.

It is run by teenagers. Before you go thinkin of some adolescent and meaningless cause let me tell you thiss: it isn't.

It is an up and coming movement that you need to join. It's a series of thingss really;;

• music
• photography
• clothing
• up-and-coming -ness

It's what you call pride. It's what you call confidence. What you call fearlessness.

It's what you call, the HighLife. For more, check it out. Seriously. http://www.welcometothehighlife.blogspot.com/ You know you love to click on links anyway.

Soooooo yeah. Until probably a couple of hourss from now...maybe a little less...cause ii have a few things to post here.

Oh. Yeah. I forgot to tell you.

...well...that's it. I forgot.

Ciao.

Everyone is saying "I'm bored" anyway.

So here's something to read, a few things to talk about:


Am I the only one noticing that for the past [too long], emotions have run high ?
Very, very high.
Everyone is screaming and crying in their status, everyone's pictures have some sort of sad song caption under them. I won't call it pathetic, it isn't.
It's sad.
No teenager should be as miserable as we are now. So why are we ?
[And by the way, don't answer that yet]
Come onnn, people. Look at what's real here.



Or, should I say...realize.
Realize what's going on.



I get tired of trying so hard to be a friend when all that happens is a failed friendship.
And then you wanna blame me.
Me ??
I don't understand it, I only want to be there for you.
I get sick of being told I am a friend, and treated like the kidd that nobody wants on their team in gym class. I kick just as hard as everybody else. I catch just as well as anyone could. I scream at the other team to distract them just as obnoxiously as the other kids do, or at least I can. Don't pick me last.


But of course, somebody has to be last.


As for being told, you know I kinda sorta believe you when you say that. And on a side note, if you don't want me to be involved, don't say it. It's that simple.
I like to think that the relationships I make are real ones. And when I tell you I love you, not just saying in a serious relationship, I mean it. Love is not a word meant to be misused. It's not a basketball, you can't just dribble it for yourself then shoot it when you want the point.
You've got to cherish it.


And why is it a fact that kidds get teased when they get real ?
Are you kidding me ? You are kidding right ?
Oh you're serious.
Really ?
Just because someone thinks differently, or decides to share what their thinking, does NOT make them "lame". It doesn't make them "gay" (a word which is veryyyy misused).


Side note -Gay: having or showing a merry, lively mood; bright or showy; homosexual.
NOT -Stupid, dumb, crazy, weird, unfair, ignorant, etc. e t c . So stop using it in every other sentence. Get over it.


Back to the fact: someone who thinks, maybe even on a higher level than you, should be given a pat on the back. Popularity is too often based on looks and "coolness" and whatever and not on maturity and actual charisma.
So don't be dumb.


On another note, why is it so funny when someone unexpected likes you ?
Or why is there a "wow" response to an "I like you" text ?
Or why do you have to roll your eyes when you're the only one in their eyes ?
What is the mother freakin problem ?
It means they like you. You should be flattered. You should at least give a polite thanks or no thanks. Even if you weren't raised better than that, you could TRY to act a little more considerate.
This is real life, guyss. Not Mean Girls.
There are no "rules" to being popular, or getting through high school, or having everyone like you.


N E W S F L A S H ;;
Everyone is NOT going to like you. Period.
So get over yourself. Seriously. The big head doesn't fit you. At all.


Sigh. So in the event that I am a bit tired and getting somewhat fed up with the very things I'm writing about, I'm going to call it a night.
But you better believe there is a to be continued stamp down there.




to be continued.

Daddy;;

Daddy always said he loved me.

But ii never expected that it would be the key to a life so easy, so expected. Dad's love got me past the rejected, the mess, and the Congress.

Never did ii believe my dad's love would help me reprieve

happiness.

And help me tap into my belief in having absolutely no grief.

Daddy always said he was proud of me.

And ii always thought what for, but this key opened up my door and ii saw the light. He was proud of my fight. My flight to the skies, like the sky is my limit.

But ii see no limit in it.

Daddy always said ii made him happy.

True, though ii saw the tears behind the cheers through the years, he was joyful. His smiles were my joy though. But as a mortal, ii know he frowned.

He just never wanted mourning to get me down.

Daddy always told me to do my best.

But the test was to be better. To strive to be as High as a Jetsetter. To be the best ii can be.

Because ii am a creator.

Hot like a radiator.

Daddy always told me that ii shouldn't forget.

Bet ii won't forget or regret that ii remember. Forgetting will leave me cold, you say, cold like December. My dear father, my memory will burn hot like an ember.

Hot. Just remember.

I'll remember.

.[For my dad, I love you, and Happy Father's Day. To you and all my readers. =) ].

On My Piano;;

on my piano, not just a song is played.

a prodigy is revealed.

the melody delayed. a sound unheard breathes a neglected serenade.

but on my piano, there is no fade.

there is no flaw. it sounds just as you saw. beautiful. the tune surrounds you in bliss from head to toe.

on my piano, a silence is heard. eyes are closed. interruptions are absurd. on my piano, ii gain the envy of even the birds. even the skies. the euphony brings tears to your eyes.

tears to your eyes.

on my piano, the hymn is only a diguise. the world disappears.

disappears.

drowns your fears. gives you more hope than new year's.

on my piano, ii ease the room. ii make flowers bloom. brings your sadness out of gloom.

smells sweet like perfume.

and on my piano, tomorrow, I'll resume.

on my piano, ii sing. ii dream.

it's more than a scheme. raises my esteem. on my piano, ii make the dullest ambitions supreme.

on my piano, ii shine. ii dine--on success.

on my piano, it is clear.

on my piano, ii am the best.

Summer | Boredom.

Folks. Peeps. Homies. Loves. Summer.

Summer boredom kicks in when you set your butt down on the couch.

And yet there you are.

Spending minutes that you'll never get back reading my blog -much appreciated by the way -and yawning, listening to music you've heard at least two or three times before on the radio or your friend's ipod (does she have the guts to call it pathetic ?);; how pathetic.

YES, it sort of is kinda petty that we call ourselvess cooooolll and we can't even make the best of the day.

Hey hey hey;; I'm talking about me too.

So stop coming up with things to say to me regarding how you know I don't necessarily do anything different.

Anyways.

So "summer boredom kicks in when you set your butt on the couch";; then it kicks you.

And then laughs at you taking a nap to past the time.

Oh, go read a book or something.

Most of you go out too muchh anyways. Stay in for a second. Maybe you neeedd to be bored. Or maybe you should just go sit on your porch.
It won't hurt.

Besides, all of your friends are busy and no one is texting you back. You have no plans. Ahaha. Neither do I, so it's not like I'm trying to tease you. Lol. It's friendly blogging that's all.

Sad how we depend on cell phones for everything. Write a letter. Send an email. Make a card.

It's also sad how we can no longer make our own music. Are you that bored ? Go sing as loudly as you can when no one is around. Relieve yourself of it all. You'd be surprised how releasing screaming is. But we're talking about singing here. So go sing.

Sing about your boredom. Let it out. Summer's like halfway over;; no more time to be bored.

Tuesday;;

yes well. another day on the blog. I'm feeling pretty successful today.

I have to work today.

and not that it sucks. I'm just ready to take a vacation. ii don't get vacations. SO, here's a little bit of an update:

tuesdays, ii normally go to school and then straight to work and then home, right ?

right.

but since there is no more school (YESS) ii had nothing in particular to do until three p em today. so me and my brother went to highland park (ii in my pajamas and he with too much old spice on) to buy some breakfast food and a cord for one of our game systems. and we played the new ghostbusters video game for a little bit (it just came out today and it really wasn't bad at all). and when we came home ii was talkin to jets.

.[ Btw. http://www.chuckthejetsetter.blogspot.com/].

Check it out. Now. No seriously. Now.

.[And. http://www.welcometothehighlife.blogspot.com/].

HighLife. All day. And night.

so ii came home and was talkin to jets. (ii feel like I've said that before) and straight to work.

Now. what was the point of all that ?

There was none. but hey. you read it. thanks. that is what was up for today. the real post comes next.

LKL;; Details. D E T A I L S.

"...outrageously different." she said.

yeah, that's my quote. ^ there. yeah, that one. cause that's what ii am. there is no category. no word. no label. no group. ii cannot be officially classified. it is impossible.

so if you don't like it: Deal With It. because your problems take effect on me never. Wonderful.

now we have an understanding.

and now that we have an understanding, let's get with this;;

I am a Legacy.

My own Legacy.

.[aka: my own category, word, label, group, classification].

And I am a Low Key Legacy.

.[which ii am perfectly okay with].

as of now, today, ii am the only LKL. ii don't want any pity. you can laugh though, I'm alright with that. it's something I'm just getting started. no big plans yet. it's not a group. not a theory. it is an aspiration, an ambition, a dream. a dream that has already come true. under God ii am human and mortal like you. ii don't present myself as better than you. but ii can be better. ii can be the best. don't doubt me.

Come on. Don't doubt me.

because ii will only prove you wrong. don't call it goin hard;

call it goin strong.

what is an LKL, exactly ? well;; a low key legacy, outside of any dictionary definition, is indeed a legacy...

"but how can a legacy be low key?" - Zo

...it is indeed a legacy. it's just a legacy unknown. a legacy that needs to be known. not yet recognized but needs to be recognized. it's not a cry for attention.

T H I S I S A C A L L

F O R R E A L I Z A T I O N

we all have our own legacy. you just have yet to start yours.

Today

Today, I am an opinion.

Today, I am an open mind.

Today, I am an open window. I am uncovered by the blinds.

Today, I am an unlocked door.

Today, I am a journal log.

Today, I am on the internet.

Today, I am a blog.