So.

I guess I'll start blogging again. 

Puppy

I don't know how to spell chiauaua. Nonetheless, mine is muffing stuff up right now. 

Like dude... Stop biting my chair. Stop biting my table. Stop biting my broom. Stop biting my bracelet. Stop biting my finger. Stop biting my rug. Stop biting my blanket. Stop biting my pillow pet. Stop biting my wall. Stop biting my flip flop. Stop biting your puppy pad. I buy you toys... I buy you food. And you still bite my things... Geez. 

Also, she pees on her puppy pet. Great. That's great. Thank you. 

THEN

She steps her happy ass off and shits on my floor. Like dude, I know you know to poop on your puppy pad. You're just being rude. She's trying to send me a message. It's going to be a power battle from here on out. I know it. 

IM THE APLPHA MALE. 

IM THE MAD DOG. 

Good things you're cute.   

THE VOICE

I love The Voice. 

I love the whole idea of not being able to see the artist and judge them by looks. It's great. 

I love Blake and Adam and their weird love/hatred thing.

I love the voice. 

I HATE CHRISTINA. 

Mas Shakira por favor!

Legalized Danger

I wrote my final research paper on the legalization of recreational marijuana use.  I think that whether you would smoke marijuana or not, it's kind of obvious that if alcohol and tobacco are legal, marijuana should be too. Maybe not. Just my opinion. 

For that research paper, I had to do a re-purposing project.... so here is my poem about legalizing recreational marijuana use!

When you are 18, here is something you can do,

 

Get a piercing, or a tattoo.

Then you turn 19, and you can bet,

You can buy some cigarettes.

Two years later when you’re old and wiser,

You can drink some Jagermeister.

If that’s too strong, do not fear,

Just relax and drink some beer.

You can ride a bull or fight terrorists,

You can do a lot of crazy dangerous shit.

You can jump from a plane up in the sky,

But that’s the only legal way to get high.

You can fly in a plane, or drive a car,

Some go fast and some go far.

These things are dangerous, but legal indeed,

 

So why can’t my friend smoke some weed?

You can write to a senator, or even Obama,

So our people can smoke marijuana.

Oh boy.

There's a lot to say about today... but I don't really know what they are.

It's like all my emotions and thoughts are floating around me, just out of reach. I can't quite grab them and get a hold of them.

I was 9 on September 11th, 2001. I knew what had happened that day, but I don't think I fully understood. I still don't fully understand. I don't understand how or why someone or some people could do what they did.

Today is a day that reminds me of that day. While the number of people who were injured or who died today is greatly smaller than the number of those on 9-11, the feeling is much the same. There was an act of terrorism on American soil.

While it's not certain who did it this time, it's an act of terrorism all the same. Whether it was by foreign terrorists or American terrorists, it was an act of terrorism and is not okay.

I wish I could explain how I feel right now. I wish I felt more than I did. My heart breaks for those affected, but I almost feel a kind of numbness. I want to put my headphones in and just lay in my room and forget the world right now.

I know I should feel angry, and I'm sure in time I will. But right now I just feel kind of blank. I don't know why I do, but I do.

I read a post on Facebook that really made a lot of sense to me.

It basically said that if you watch the video from 9-11 or from the Boston Marathon Bombing there's something you'll notice.

You'll notice people running toward the wreckage, toward the injured to try to help. While there are evil people in this world... there are also good people. I think there are more good people in the world than we notice.

When someone evil does something, we notice it. When someone shoots someone, we see it on the news. When someone robs a bank, we see it on the news. When someone commits almost any kind of crime, we see it on the news, read it in the newspaper or hear it on the radio.

How often does someone get noticed when they buy a meal for a homeless person? How often does someone get noticed when they take time out of their day to jump start a car or help change a tire in a parking lot? How often does someone get noticed when they do simple things like opening a door for a woman or picking up a toy for a kid who's mom didn't notice?

People do great things everyday. Sometimes it's big, sometimes it's small. In either case, it often times goes unnoticed to more than a few people. I do not think humanity is lost. I think the human race is full of amazing, loving people.

That being said, there are evil, awful people in this world. I hear stories almost everyday of people doing things that I honestly can't believe. I also hear stories of people who do things that seem like they are too good to be true.

The important thing is that the good people band together. It's amazing the good that can come from people. There is strength in numbers and unfortunately in today's society people think disagreeing makes people enemies.

People who are for gun control fight people who are for gun rights. Both parties want the same thing. To protect our people. Disagreeing on how to do so, doesn't mean we aren't trying to get the same thing accomplished. WE ARE ON THE SAME TEAM. Unfortunately people see people with different opinions as the enemy. Republicans want to fight democrats and democrats want to fight republicans.

We as Americans need to focus on one thing. We are all fighting for the same thing. We are on the same team. The good people in America, no matter what political party or religious belief, need to band together. More good will be accomplished by that than fighting amongst ourselves instead of fighting together against the bad people.

Thoughts.

I felt like jotting down a few thoughts tonight.

The only problem is, I don't really know what to say.

It's like my mind is racing, but it's racing so fast I can't stop it or slow it down to catch something to actually think about.

I'm not even remotely tired. I'm just sitting here going nuts and I don't know why! I feel so restless!

Anyway, that's weird.

Also, I want to get a haircut... But I don't want to also.