One Direction Infection

I have two VERY important words, get ready now, they'll change your life forever and you will never be able to have the same standards of men... One Direction. (; <3

My Kind Of Perfect

     My Kind of Perfect is the smell of the rain, and listening to the "pitter - patter" sounds it makes. Looking at fresh lilies sitting on the table. My kind of perfect is laying on my bed with my best friend not saying anything, not moving, and it's not awkward at all. My kind of perfect is sitting on the mountain watching the sun rise over my little valley. My kind of perfect is opening an old book that's pages are crinkled and worn from little hands loving it. It's when I find a song that fits my situation and I listen to it over, and over, and over again. It's when I get an unexpected letter, or text, or phone call from a loved one when I need it most. My kind of perfect is Harry Potter, Pride and Prejudice, and Jacob Have I Loved. It's going on a homemade zipline over a pond and having to drop and swim because you can't make it across. It's going down to the Ranch and sliding in the mud. My kind of perfect is standing in the ocean and moving back a forth with the waves. My kind of perfect is when I open a can of soda on the first try. It's when I draw a perfectly straight line. It's when I sit and watch the girliest movies and bawl my eyes out. My kind of perfect in waking up on Christmas morning, and my parents don't mind us jumping all over them. It's when I get praised, or make someone cry happy tears. My kind of perfect is friends that stick with you, because they value you more than themselves. It's little babies that are so trusting, so willing, and innocent. It's talking to your dog because they don't care what you've done, they listen and love you perfectly. My kind of perfect is helping someone and their appreciation back. My kind of perfect is miracles that seem impossible. It's camping and seeing all of nature. It's laughing so much you can't breathe, singing so much it hurts, running so hard you feel as if you're about to die. My kind of perfect is how imperfect, horrible, wonderful, beautiful, hideous, and fantastic this world I live in is. ♥

Ah, Dating...

The rain outside has made me realize how blessed we are. As the state is up in flames what more could we ask for the a cool, rainy, wet day to calm us all? Not much I don't think. But mostly today I want to talk about dating. Yes, dating. Not the blog where I complain about how I don't have a boyfriend, but one where I'm thankful I don't have one. (: I look around on Facebook, Twitter, Blogger, Youtube, and see all the little 9 year old's complaining about "heartbreak." Don't get me wrong, getting dumped hurts no matter how old you are. But why?? Why are you 9 years old and wanting a boyfriend/girlfriend? Don't you just want to be a kid? I think having a really close guyfriend that you can laugh with, have fun with, be silly with is better than just giving yourself away. You can just have fun! I'd rather just goof of then have to sit around and impress someone. (And I know a lot of boys would get mad at me for saying this because, the don't want to be 'friendzoned' or whatever, but I think there's a time when being in the friend zone isn't all that bad, just saying.) Nevertheless, there is a time when having a boyfriend or girlfriend is awesome! But don't you just want to be a kid for a little while longer? Life is short anyways, soon you're going to have to grow up and have a lo more responsibility. Just be you for a little while longer! Don't give yourself up to someone who's gonna change their mind. Just my opinion, but I think it's a pretty good one. (; Wait to date. (Hey that rhymed!) You'll get there. I've seen plenty of hurt, lose, and pregnancies coming from kids that just wanna grow up. Sure that boy is pretty cute, but don't be the girl who settles for the least. Respect yourself.

Second Chance

I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. Because sometimes, we mess up too and need the forgiveness. Recently, I had a 15 year old friend get knocked up. I wish I could say I was the understanding friend who stuck with her until the end...I wasn't. I was furious that she was throwing her life away for a boy who didn't care. It kills me everyday to think of what I could've done to help her and that baby. How I could've made it easier. But my pride was too important to me. I didn't want her to be happy, I wanted her to feel the pain. That's being a coward. Give people a second chance.