"Think complex for the world is nothing less. Listen intently for there is often more than what is said. Watch carefully for the world around you is a lesson waiting to be had. Know truth for the world is rarely what it seems. Speak originally for the world is full of mimics and live simply for the world is complicated enough."
My words of wisdom for the day, and to reinforce it for myself:
~Life will never give you more then you can handle.
~Take hold of all the moments in your life. They could slip away from you as fast as they began.
~Just because you don't want something to change, doesn't mean it isn't for the best.
~Take life for all it's worth
With that in mind, I would like to be a hypocrite. Life is not fair. Things that you want so badly are taken away from you and you can't do anything to stop it. What you want and what you can have are polar opposites. Why can't life just be easy? Why do we have to learn things from experience? Why can't we love and be loved and that be enough?
I'm frustrated with life and want to go sleep it off... Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.
ps. In response to my last blog... I don't want to go against anyone for anything they believe to be true, because in actuality, life is all about what you believe, not what others do. To Marge, I hope you really do love. Enjoy the feeling.
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Monday, October 27, 2003
Just wanted to say that it's been a pleasure reading Alison's blog. Thanks, Al, for making one. It has provided me with some needed idk, just.. I enjoy it.
On the subject of love, which has been commented on a lot recently: I know this person, who we'll call... Marge. Marge and her BF started saying I love you very early on in their relationship.. say 1 month. I really don't think a person knows that they're in love in that short of time. I'm happy for them that they could say it with meaning but my guess is that it has nothing to do with being in love with them, as Alison said, and maybe just loving them. Maybe that's what they meant by saying it; not that they're in love with them, but that they love them... hmmm. But... I don't really think that Marge really knows what love is and I think she still doesn't.... Either way you mean it, I think you should be careful with those words. When they get to a point where they are over used, or used in the wrong way, they lose their meaning, and then that's just is sh*t.
I used to think that I was in love with a kid from my past (you know who I'm talking about if you know me). Looking back, I was simply infatuated with him more then anything. It was one of those things that I wanted and couldn't have and was I young and held on to my crush for too long. I'm glad that I've out grown that. It took up too much of my thoughts and hopes.
Well, my brain has stopped working... Night
On the subject of love, which has been commented on a lot recently: I know this person, who we'll call... Marge. Marge and her BF started saying I love you very early on in their relationship.. say 1 month. I really don't think a person knows that they're in love in that short of time. I'm happy for them that they could say it with meaning but my guess is that it has nothing to do with being in love with them, as Alison said, and maybe just loving them. Maybe that's what they meant by saying it; not that they're in love with them, but that they love them... hmmm. But... I don't really think that Marge really knows what love is and I think she still doesn't.... Either way you mean it, I think you should be careful with those words. When they get to a point where they are over used, or used in the wrong way, they lose their meaning, and then that's just is sh*t.
I used to think that I was in love with a kid from my past (you know who I'm talking about if you know me). Looking back, I was simply infatuated with him more then anything. It was one of those things that I wanted and couldn't have and was I young and held on to my crush for too long. I'm glad that I've out grown that. It took up too much of my thoughts and hopes.
Well, my brain has stopped working... Night
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Oh... Sunday afternoons...
As I sat here, this Sunday afternoon, reading other people's inner thoughts (no, not really ... just their blogs..) I find myself in deep in thought. (as much as I can on sun. afternoon) I realize that there a so many people that I check in with just through their blog, but it's come to the point that that is the only connection (?) with them anymore. I rarely talk to Ian anymore. Carly is merely a hello every now and again. There's others as well... IDK, maybe it's just that I'm not trying as hard. Maybe no one else is either. I just want senior year to be full of good memories, not ones of regret and lost friendships.
As I sat here, this Sunday afternoon, reading other people's inner thoughts (no, not really ... just their blogs..) I find myself in deep in thought. (as much as I can on sun. afternoon) I realize that there a so many people that I check in with just through their blog, but it's come to the point that that is the only connection (?) with them anymore. I rarely talk to Ian anymore. Carly is merely a hello every now and again. There's others as well... IDK, maybe it's just that I'm not trying as hard. Maybe no one else is either. I just want senior year to be full of good memories, not ones of regret and lost friendships.
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
OK, OK, I'm finally blogging. Here's the latest drama that's been going on in the life of Libby.
Monday, after play practice, the director of the play came up to me, and abruptly told me that they were taking my part away from me and give it to someone else. Everything she told me is just a blur now because it truly felt like I was in a movie and that it wasn't real. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. My reasoning was that I really didn't care what part they had given me in the beginning, yet the fact that they took my part away from me without warning or help. I went in today to talk to the music director about it (she was part of the "decision"). I told her what I had been feeling and how upset I had been (and I was crying while talking to her so I think she got it) and how I felt like they hadn't given me a chance... yada yada. Well, then the director came down so we could all talk and I reiterated what I had already said. They said they would talk about it. After school today, I was told that I had been correct and that they had gone to an extreme decision. Now: I am on "probation" and they will check back with me in a week to see how I'm doing. I know I can do this part and I'm going to make them regret that they doubted me. F*** them!
I gatta go sleep. I'm tired.
Monday, after play practice, the director of the play came up to me, and abruptly told me that they were taking my part away from me and give it to someone else. Everything she told me is just a blur now because it truly felt like I was in a movie and that it wasn't real. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. My reasoning was that I really didn't care what part they had given me in the beginning, yet the fact that they took my part away from me without warning or help. I went in today to talk to the music director about it (she was part of the "decision"). I told her what I had been feeling and how upset I had been (and I was crying while talking to her so I think she got it) and how I felt like they hadn't given me a chance... yada yada. Well, then the director came down so we could all talk and I reiterated what I had already said. They said they would talk about it. After school today, I was told that I had been correct and that they had gone to an extreme decision. Now: I am on "probation" and they will check back with me in a week to see how I'm doing. I know I can do this part and I'm going to make them regret that they doubted me. F*** them!
I gatta go sleep. I'm tired.
