Superheroes.

So there's this application on facebook called superheroes.
It is really really awesome.
And quite addicting.
I love it quite a lot.
If you don't already have it, you should get it.
http://facebook.frozenbear.com/r/?app=herofight&source=665418321_user
awesome link thing for you to add it with ^^^^
yay!

rofl

i think it's apparent who this one reminds me of...



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New Jeans

I also wrote this last night. I just didn't get it posted this morning.

I'm really enjoying this jeans analogy I made. There's so many ways to go with it. Seriously.

Just remember: friendship is like your favorite pair of jeans.

Now, think about this.
You can't wear the same pair of jeans your whole life. You change: the jeans just don't fit anymore. They change: they just get too worn to wear. You wear them less and less until eventually, you stop wearing them all toghether. You move on; you find a new favorite pair of jeans. Sure, they're not the same as your old one's, and you may miss wearing the ones you lost, but you move on. If you would just accept things, maybe you'll come to find your new jeans are just as awesome. Awesome in a different kind of way. They may even be better.

That's life. You can't wear the same pair of jeans forever, and you won't have the same group of friends forever.


Holy crap. I just love analogies sometimes.

Patched Jeans.

So I was thinking a lot last night. I thought about how I see things. I thought about how others see things. I tried to determine the "right" way to look at things. Then I applied it to this funny little situation we've gotten ourselves into. I guess this is what I came up with.

So. This is really cheesy, but think of a friendship as a pair of jeans. Actually, make that your favorite pair. It has a bunch of little threads holding it together, but sometimes, they start to wear out. Some of the little threads start comming a part. Eventually, they rip. Being your favorite pair of jeans, you really want to fix them, so you sew a patch over the hole. They'll never be the same again. They may still be your favorite pair, but chances are, they'll rip again. The patched part on the jeans is weaker and likely to rip open more than once.

I could keep going on with the analogy, but I'll let you think about that more yourself. The moral of the story is that friends have problems sometimes; it's a normal thing. We may get things patched up, but we can't always expect everything to be 100% better, good as new. It just doesn't work like that.

Just as you choose your favorite pair of jeans, you choose who your friends are. You obviously chose them for a reason. Sometimes, you just have to learn to get used to the patch on your jeans. You have to realize it may tear again, but if they're really important to you, you won't throw them away because of a little tear.

Excuses

We have to make everything better.
...how about we do this.
...we could do this.
...we have to do this, it's the only way.

or... we could do the simple thing.
how hard is it to call someone on the phone?
how hard is it to im someone when they're online.

not that hard.
problem solved.

Wait it out

What is this?
Everyone seems to have their own idea.
He said, she said is all this is.
With nothing to do, we sit overanalyzing everything.
It just makes it worse.
Me? I'm just going to wait it out.
If you think that we can fix this, just let me know.
But until we find a way, I'll just let it go.
Sure I'll still worry, but that's my problem.
I can be content just not knowing.
I can be content just sitting here thinking to myself.
I can be content just pretending nothings wrong.
It may not be the best idea, but it's the best I've come up with so far.

Next Time

Next time you sit down at your computer and start writing a blog, take some time to think.
You may have already thought long and hard about what to write and how you're going to write it, but there may have been a few things you've forgotten.

Blogs are supposed to be a place where you can show others what you're feeling. Sometimes, the idea is to let things out without having to directly tell someone.
That can be good. Maybe, you're going through a hard time, and you don't know how to ask for help.

But.
That can also be bad.
People DO read your blog.
The people you're writing about CAN read your blog.
The people reading your blog CAN be hurt by what you're writing.

If you're having problems within yourself, blogs are a good way to "vent".
If you're having problems regarding your friends, maybe you should try talking to them.

Sometimes, blogs blow things out of proportion.
Sometimes, people reading them are hurt you can't tell them yourselves.

Sometimes, telling someone something important in person can be hard.
Sometimes, telling them anyway helps to show you care.
Sometimes, telling them anyway helps solve problems; instead of adding to them.

Blogs can be a good way to vent your feelings, but sometimes... they just aren't.

I'm definetly going to work on telling people things in person.
Will you?

Looking Through LOLcats

Jordan and I found this looking through old LOLcats. It reminded us of Elizabeth.
XD



hopes it makes you smile too.
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lol

I found this posted in one of my old blog entries, and I thought I'd repost it for the amusement of sam brooks. =]
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So... I really hope the flood keeps going down. Quickly.

It would be awesome if 218 would be open by tomorrow morning.
I really want to get into Cedar Falls/Waterloo.

The plan for tomorrow was...
My mom was going to bring me into Cedar Falls on her way to work. She was going to take me to my cousins house, who just had a baby. I was going to spend the day helping her with her two kids. Then, after my mom was done with work, we were going to go pick up Jordan, who was going to stay at my house until it was time to go to Heidi's birthday party.
Hopefully that will still work.

If it doesn't, I won't be able to go to my cousins this week... =[
Hopefully, it will be open by the next day, so people can get to Heidi's party, and Jordan can finally come over afterwards, until it's time for the Lampost show Saturday.

And if not Friday, hopefully it will at least be open by Saturday, so people can make it to the show, and everything will be happy.

Hopefully.

Crap

So I was editing my blog, and for some reason, I now have 2 header things, and I can't get rid of the one in the corner, or move it... what the heck.

So now I only have 1 header, but I want it to be in the center like it's supposed to be.
Except the center one was the only one I could delete.

Truth.

So, I haven't done the whole "what i would say to you / how i feel about you" thing for quite a while... so, i'll do that again.

Dear You,
I don't know about us sometimes. I love you and care about you a lot, but it seems we're "not quite right" a lot of the time. Things are pretty good now, but they could be better. I hope this summer brings us closer, and not further a part.

Dear You,
I can tell you anything and know my deepest secrets are safe with you. I'll listen to your bad advice anytime. =P

Dear You,
I love you. A lot. Please don't leave me.

Dear You,
The first day I met you, I walked up to your door and told you I was sure we were going to become best friends. I was right. Like always, I guess.

Dear You,
We were never really friends until this year. Actually, I'm not sure we ever even talked. I'm glad we fixed that. =]

Dear You,
For some reason, we don't hang out all that much. Hopefully, we'll fix that this summer. I'll make inappropriate jokes with you whenever you want. ;] "woah, megan!"

Dear You,
We're going to wait on top of your roof and throw a pickle at someone. Actually, we're not just going to throw it, we're going to hit them. That's final.

Dear You,
You confuse me sometime. I can't always tell when you're being serious or when it's all a joke. I guess that kind of scares me sometimes, but you make me laugh. I'm glad we can be friends.

Dear You,
I know you're going through some tough stuff, but I want you to know, I'm here for you, just as you've been there for me. I'm really glad we've gotten closer this year.

Dear You,
You confuse me sometimes. I know you're trying to work some stuff out, but I think you need to put it into perspective. There's a lot worse that could have happened. I feel kind of bad writing this because I really care for you, and I want to be here for you. The problem is, I'm finding it hard. I'm sorry.

Dear You,
We've never really been that close of friends, but lately, I've been finding a lot in common between us. I wish you the best with everything. Things are obviously hard for you right now, but if you ever need to talk, I'm here. For some reason, I think I may understand.

Being Alone

You know what doesn't make sense to me?

Sometimes, when you're all alone, you would give anything to have someone with you. Maybe it's a certain person or maybe you'd be fine with anyone.

Other times, when you're surounded by friends, you feel like sitting alone, no matter how much fun you're having with your friends.

That probably doesn't make sense to you. It sure doesn't make sense to me.

tired of not understanding

I don't understand why this isn't turning out as well as I'd thought.
I don't understand why this bothers me so much.
I don't understand how I can forget about it and remember right before I fall asleep, keeping me up thinking for hours.
I don't understand, and I'm tired of not understanding.

I don't understand why I can't just be happy and get over it.
I don't understand how something happy can happen, but after a while, I'll still be sad.
I don't understand why I can't practice what I preach "you don't need a boy to be happy"
I don't understand, and I'm tired of not understanding.



I don't understand why this keeps happening.
I don't understand how you can fix something, think you've fixed it well, and then watch it fall a part again.
I don't understand how I can fix it. It's like you don't want me to.
I don't understand, and I'm tired of not understanding.





I don't understand what's going on.
I don't understand how I can have so much going through my head and yet have nothing going through my head.
I don't understand why I can't keep things together.
I don't understand, and I'm tired of not understanding.

if you would ask

If you would ask me if I was happier, I could answer you one of two ways.

I could tell you what you want to hear.
I could tell you I was.
I could tell you that you made the right decision.
I could tell you that everything was turning out okay, that everything was better this way.

or

I could tell you the truth.
I could simply tell you, no.
I could tell you I don't think it's working.
It's not working yet, and I don't know if it even will.

Just in case you were wondering.