Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex

"Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex" by CSS, describes my relationship with music. Music is more than my life! Anything from hardcore, screamo, techno, rap, r&b, trance, country, alternative, rock, it is all amazingly fantasmic! Whether it's 3am or 3 in the afternoon there is always music around me. I have it in my car, on my ipods, on my phone, on my laptop, music videos on my TV, and it's always playing at my jobs.
I was introduced to music at a very young age. My dad played guitar and my mom always had it playing. I grew up on country and rock but as I grew older pop was introduced into my life. After that, it stuck with me and I was brought into more and more genres.
As I have grown up music as become me. When I was younger, I played the recorder, piano and xylophone (as most young children have). Once I got older I decided I wanted to try something new, so I picked up the guitar and drums. After a few years, I came to the conclusion that I am not musically inclined; just musically educated. Once middle school came along and after going to my first concert (Nsync), I decided concerts where my new thing. I started going to more and more. By the time I was a freshman in high school, I had already gone to about 35 concerts. Then a lot of my friends had started joining bands and making new ones, so concerts became a weekend routine for me. Between my friends' bands, local bands, and bigger popular bands I was hittin' up about three plus concerts every week. Going to all theses concerts I had seemed to meet and become really close with up-rising bands. Bands you may know of today, that have played big concerts such as The Vans Warped Tour, like 3OH!3, Single File, The Fray, Love 45, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Saving Verona, Mayday Parade, Forever The Sickest Kids, The Flobots, and many many more, were my close friends before they became so big.
Many bands decide to become big and make them very egotistical. I can remember bands saying they wish they would someday become something and that they play for the love they have. In today's society though, it's all about the money; no matter how much they say it's all about the love and passion.
Besides all this hoopla about the bands I know and them becoming something, and what not, music is my love, my life, my forever. No matter what I have done, am doing, or what I'm going to do music will always be my side. Music can never disappoint me. It can heal the heart and change any mood. When I'm down I listen to my music to bring my good moods back. People say chocolate makes the heart grow stronger, my chocolate is music.

Dreams are Worth Fighting For

Victor, from Dallas, Texas, wrote this is believe speech, Dreams are Worth Fighting For, for his belief in sports. It's a strong essay showing his path to his dream of playing physically active sports. He was born with Cerebral Palsy which made it so he was unable to physically play sports. Yes he tried to play the sports he very well desired to play, but he could not physically stay in the action.
But because of his strong desire to play sports he was able to keep his head high and continue to follow his dreams of being a physically athlete. He attempted soccer and running. He wanted to attempt football but knew that that could not happen. he wanted so badly to play a sport but there was not much he could do to change what he was diagnosed with.
His essay was a heart filled one. It hit me hard; just the fact that someone wanted something so bad that he would not give up. So one day, a teacher of is invited him to join the academic decathlon. He was hesitant at first but then decided to give it a shot. It became his "football practice". He practiced so much that it was his life. He won many medals and became very good at his sport.
This belief essay was really touching and shoudl make others stick to what they believe in. Going for your goals, fighht for what you believe in and who knows what can happen!

Boarding. Snow.

So soon the season for snow will be upon us. For living in Colorado, you would think that I would like snow; but no, snow is not my friend. Yes there are perks of the snow, but there is way more bonuses for non-snowy days (well that's what I think). Yes you can snowboard, sled, ski, tube, and so much more. But in the summer, the weather is so much better. You can go to parks, wake board, tube, swimming, soccer, football, go on a picnic, and so much much more.
I am a snowboarder major. I love to board as much as I possibly can in the winter. But the cold is not my friend. I do not like being cold and I do not like snow. In cold weather you can only put on so many layers before it's a lil' too ridiculous. But when it's hot out you can take off almost every layer possible. And being hot is way better than being too cold.
This weather we have been having lately has been killing me. I do not like shivering outside at night when everyone is hangin' out; I do not like having to wear a hoody all the time. Fall is upon us and the snow is about to fall. I will always be layering major and trying to keep warm... but if I'm not to be found, I WILL be on the mountain shredding hardcore!!!
Can't wait to see ya on the slopes!!

I believe...

The statement "the youth is wasted on the young", is not an understatement. After hitting the incredible age of 18, I finally came to understand what my elders meant by saying this. Having siblings so much younger really helped me conclude this. At the age of my youngest siblings, four and five, they live their life to the max. Everything is a joy ride and nothing can really go wrong- except the occasional time-out and the, "No, stop that." But ten looking at my brother who is thirteen, well, it showed me that he worries about growing up too much, and that nothing is going right for him, and only him.
While thinking about my brother made me think back to my adolescence. Because my siblings are all so much younger than me, I always felt as if I wasn't being treated my age. I would always ask to be treated like an adult, I would always ask for more leniency, and always want to be more independent.
But then not long after turning the wonderful age of eighteen I realized how much I wish I was still young. The young does nothing but want to grow up and the "old" want nothing to do but grow younger. When some say "the youth is wasted on the young" they don't really understand it, or they just say it without actually thinking about it. When I say it now, I really do mean and understand it.
Why can't we have no worries, just live as we were young again?

CU vs CSU

So this weekend was on adventure in itself!! From Denver to Colorado Springs to Boulder to Fort Collins, wow every corner of Colorado.
Denver was spent hittin the hookah bar, and wow like a mini club itself. You see people known, you meet people new. It's that place to just chill but that same place to go out to. It's pretty rad.
Then Bouler.. what can I say, it's beautiful, it's big, and it's the place to be on a Friday night. CU is a great place to meet up with people and definatly make new friends. The black and gold reminds me oh my high school days. It brought back many memories but gave me so much more. And just talking with people there, made me laugh; because most of them couldn't do much but rag on how much CSU sucks.
Saturday is always a fantasmic day. Yes the weather wasn't too grand but I made the best of it I could. My bestie and I made a trip to COlorado Springs to visit my brother who just got diagnosed with Leukemia. And we had to visit the fam. It was a fun adventure, but the driving was no fun at all. But then I got invited to head the complete opposite way to Fort Collins. So me and my firned LaLa went for another adventure, to the last direction of Colorado [well out north, east, south, west]. When we got there, we found out it was homecoming! That made it so much more fun. I had a blast and couldn't even begin to tell all my adventures, minus the fact I can't member them all. But same as at CU, all they could do was dog on CU.
All I know is Colorado can seem sooo boring, but there is much to do, you just gotta go on adventures and do the impossible. Head in all different directions, drive til you find something interesting, and expect the unexpected!

American Home or McMansion Home?

I do not seem to grasp the fact that the McMansion is the “new American home”. I seem to begin to seize the central point of the article, The McMansion Next Door: Why the American House Needs a Makeover by Cathleen McGuigan. It conveys the fact that the new style of home is bigger and better. That all everyone seems to want nowadays is newer and dream able house to live in.
I have little siblings that are starting to grab concepts of the real world. When I asked them both to draw a house, they drew squares with triangle tops. But after sitting and thinking, what are their children going to draw up when asked the same question. What are their imaginations going to believe is a “typical” home? What is this all going to become? With today’s society, the way it is, who knows. It can be a two story house with a two car garage still or maybe even a mansion, what about a castle or even a three story building with multiple movie theatre and bowling ally inside.
American’s want bigger and better. They want what they see. And some will succeed in that. But what I still can’t seem to understand is why houses are becoming what they are. The “traditional” family is growing smaller, but we still seem to make the houses bigger. To me all that space is just a waste; a waste of money, electricity, hard labor, and an all over hole in a house.
So why this drastic change? Why the McMansion? Who knows; ;I don’t think anyone will every really find out why the families are getting smaller but the hoes are becoming bigger.

My mourn, my memories, my place.

Mourning, memories, a place hopefully not forgotten. A place where no worries are to be found. A place where the playground is a jungle of fun. My first elementary school- Jackson Elementary, in Greeley, Colorado. Wow, it feels only as if I was there a month ago, not 11 years ago.
The playgorund was the best place to make frineds and have fun. The wood chips, plastic slides, sand boxes, and friends; that was my sanctuary. It was my place to get away. Away from the letters and numbers. From the colors and shapes. Where I had to sit for 7 hours on end, which really seemed like days.
I remember most of it, but sadly cannot remember it all. I remember the teachers, the peers, the friends, the events, the things we'd call accidents, and the overall experience. I wouldn;t change it for the world. Yes, it may not have been the best at the time, and may not have been some place where I was forever, but it is my past. It makes me, me. It shaped who I would grow up to be.
I can remember some times that, well can't really be explained and then there is the times i will NEVER forget. There was this one time when we were all lined up waiting to be escorted to lunch and my friend, at the time, didn;t feel oh so well. As we were walking out he got sick; and it wasn't like when someone ususlaly gets sick, yes he up-chucked, but it was different, I doubt anyone would like a description, so I will keep it to myself. It was just nothing that I had ever, or still have, ever seen.
The other unforgettable memory that was horifying but missed was at recess. It was with my best friend, Stella. We were in first grade and the sand box was our place to get away, forget everything and have fun. So we were just having a grand ol' time when we both started to itch and have this uncontrolable pain. We didn't know at the time but we sat on a little kids fear, a red ant hill. The ants started to run up pur bodies and bite. It was itchy and painful, but now that I look back at it, it was kinda funny.
This place, with the pain, the sicknesses, the abnormaties, the friends, and the memories... it's a place I wish I could go back to. A place where I just hope to visit someday again. See what has changed, and what has stayed the same. It's always running through my mind. It always brings back the thought of being a kid again, how every place, in everyones life, has special menaing, little or big.

My Choice Is...

So the topics in class are not always something I have much interest in. They just seem bland and last minute. So I chose to write this based on my own topic. But choosing a topic freely is defiantly not as easy as some may think.
So I sit here thinking of what to write. Should I talk about the sports I play or have ever played? No, that might make some feel very un-athletic, lazy and it may seem like I’m gloating. So maybe I’ll blog about how I tore my ACL not once but almost twice? Na, that may just bore some. Since I can’t seem to think of a topic of my own I ask my friend for some advice. She suggests tattoos, my new car or my favorite place. I ponder on those ideas, but then realize I can’t. I’ve already blogged about tattoos, for a previous in class blog. In another blog my favorite place is very similar to the eulogy blog about a place I mourn.
So I decide to sit and ponder on what would interest not just me, but others who may read this. Then I come to realize the blog I seem to be thinking in, it is a blog in itself. It may not have a specific topic, it may not have a precise guideline, and it may not be “the typical” blog, but it does have my thoughts and ideas… which is what a blog is.
So my blog isn’t just a set idea, but it kinda shows how a free blog is created. Someone has to sit and think. Ponder on what they have interest in. Contemplate on what others may want to read. Consider what can be written. It’s just a whole mess of ideas. So now that you have seemed to read a whole lot of nothing, doesn’t your day feel filled? Don’t you get those tingly warm butterflies in your stomach? I hope not because I sure don’t.
So maybe this kinda shows a little of whom I am… in a weird unusual way. You can say what you want, believe what you want, but I had fun writing this blog. I didn’t think too hard and I kinda wrote exactly what ran through my head right then and there.