Friday, October 21, 2011

Nothing, But Something, To Say

Well, Hello.
I really want to write on my blog today. And I have written almost five different posts. Maybe i'll post them. Probably not.
For some reason, words are not coming to me today. For the first time in a long time, I don't know what to say.
I'm usually quite good with words. People tell me things, I can tell them the right things back.
That's why I want to be a psychologist.
So I can help people.
I listen to my friends problems, I listen to random peoples problems, I listen to whoever wants to talk.
I could say it's a gift? But I could also say that it's just what I love to do.
Only heaven knows why, but I adore it. I love listening to peoples problems, their worries and complaints, their issues and secrets. They'll apologize for 'telling me all of this' or 'dumping this on me' or 'being really annoying and just complaining'. And do you know what I always tell them?
'Don't be sorry, I love it. Keep going.' And you know why?
Because it's true.
I may not be able to help you all that much, I may not be able to fix all of your problems. But I can listen. I can give advice, I can stand by your side. I can be your rock. Your iron rod. And I will be. All you need to do is reach out your hand and grab onto mine. I will pull you up and dry you off, give you my jacket and hold you tight until you fall asleep.
I don't want you to hold back, I don't want you to feel unwanted, I don't want you to feel scared. I'm here, to stay. To help and to listen. Really truly.
And I don't judge. I don't know what you've been through, I don't know how your mind works, I don't know what it's like to be you. I don't judge. Why judge when you don't even know what you're judging?
I'm here to help.
Let me help you.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011


When i'm home alone.. I sing opera
I play the ukulele in my room and pretend like i'm the big Samoan man on my ukulele book [I think that's who I really was in Heaven]
I want to cry. But I don't.
I miss my sister more than anything and want her to come home so we can paint together and sing songs
People are complete Jerks
There are pretend spiders on me when I think of real spiders.. -brushing my arm thinking it's a spider-
I laugh at myself when I look in the mirror and wonder 'WHERE DID MY BRACES GO?!!'
I crave mac n cheese [like right now]
It can just be one of those days
I pretend to be funny. It never works though.
I feel like a poet, even though i'm not even close to being one
I eat five hot pockets in one sitting
There are bad things and good things. And you feel like you're going to explode. But baby, you just gotta keep going, try to survive, and remember that after today, is a tomorrow with limitless possibilities.
I forget the reason i'm here
And Sometimes...
I just smile
Here's the thing.
Yesterday I painted a picture. A lovely picture. For my mother.
Then today I went to school. And there was a girl who painted a picture. For our art class.
Everyone was praising her and telling her what a good job she did.
I guess i'm just not that kind of person. The kind that goes around, telling people what I can do, what I have, what I just accomplished.
Like this blog. The fact that I do Irish dance [at a championship level, might I add]. That I play the ukulele. Or, the fact that I love to paint and do it all the time.
Now, I wouldn't say i'm very good. Because frankly..
I'm not.
But I love it and I get so caught up in the blending colors of the sunset, and trying to get those trees on the snowy mountain to look like they would from a helicopter and.. Well, I should stop before you start thinking that i'm a Major Freak about art.
All i'm saying is that..

I just really wanted to write on my blog.

Hi J-Jiz

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Well, it's that time.
The time where I should really have been writing on my blog weeks ago. But I didn't and still haven't. But here we are, once again! Face to.. Computer screen.
How long have YOU been blog stalking for?
(It's A Bit Hard To Put Caps On The Beginning Of All Your Letters, Hm?)
Oh Oh I Know What To Put!
This is my English paper. I must say that I AM a bit proud of it.. Tell me what you think? (Jerrica, because you're the only one who reads my blog)
Here We Gooooo! (Said like in that Peter Pan Commercial.. Think hard.. Yeah, now you know what i'm talking about..)

(P to the S, the subject was "Life is Too Short..", then you had to finish the sentence.)
(P to the S squared, sorry about the funky spacing)

Sierra Osmun B3

Life is Too Short

Life is too short to just live. Don't just live. Do better. Change the world, and be the one who makes all of the difference. I believe that in this world, we have too much. Too much pain, too much hurt; too much sadness, too much suffering. Too much crying, tears, screams. Too much judgment. We have too much hate, harm, not enough help. I believe that we have too much depression. Darkness. Too, too much. My question is why. Why do we have all of this? Why don't we stop? If there's so much pain and hurt, why don't we help? Why don't we get out, and do something about all of this? Life is too short, people don't see that it's too short to not do something about all of the trouble we have in this world.

Too much pain. Too much suffering, sadness, and screams. There are the silent screams. The silent cries for help. If we only looked away from our selfish ways and glanced around us every once in a while, we would be able to see them all around us. Our eyes would be open to the suffering and the pain. The ones with the smiles on their lips, but tears in their eyes. The ones struggling for survival. Franklin D. Roosevelt once said "When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." We should be that knot. We should help, look around, and see the tears in those people’s eyes.

Too much hate, harm, not enough help. Too much judgment. Hating someone is pointless. Why use all of the energy to hate, when you could use the same amount of energy to love? Why hurt when you could help? Why judge, when you know nothing? Just a glance up and down, or a bump in the hall, can be someone's breaking point. Just a touch of the hand, or a friendly wave, can save someone’s life. No one knows exactly how someone lives, or what they have to live through every single day of their life. To some people, it might be nothing. But to others, it just might be everything.

Too much crying, too many tears. Too much darkness and depression. When you see someone crying in the hallway, most people would think or even say "What's her deal?" or, "that is so embarrassing, I would hate to be him." But why pity? Why don't you just go up to the person, and just give them a hug? Tell them you love them; say you believe in them, that they will pull through. I promise you, it would mean the world to them. Whether you know them, they're your best friend, you've never seen them in your life, or you even hate each other. A woman named Harriet Beecher Stowe said "When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn." Be that tide. Be the one thing that will change a person’s life for the better, for good. There is not enough love in the world to fight the depression off. There is not enough light to take over the darkness. But one heart, one smile, one word, can make all the difference.

The ones that leave school, to return to a broken home. Being there for their siblings, shielding them away from the cruel ways of the world in the closed door rooms. Cleaning, helping, and trying to make a living at seventeen for their family so they can eat, being strong for them. Trying to fix what has been broken. Finally, going to their rooms at night, hoping to sleep. But instead, staying up those hour-less nights, listening. Just listening. Hearing the screams of a mother, the yell of a father, the slap of a hand. One Japanese Proverb says "Fall seven times, stand up eight." Standing up again and again, picking one another up, being strong for themselves and others. That one person is the strength. The example. Maybe not showing it, maybe not letting people in, but surviving. Surviving this wicked world and taking care of others. That person is the one not judging, the one you are. The one with the tears in their eyes and the smile on their lips. The one who might really smile for the first time in months, if you just say hello with a genuine smile on your face and a warm look in your eyes. The one who may be crying in the hall, but may also be the one hugging the crier. Be like that person. Help, don't judge, smile, support, be an example. Be strong. Life is too short to just live.