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So I'm at school once again. I spent my entire way here humming a new Jason Mraz song, Gypsy MC. Pretty freakin' swanky if you ask me. I know I'm certainly falling in love all over again. Then again, I fall in love with every Mraz song I hear. That boy has a voice I could only wish I had and a mind that anyone with the least bit of intelligence could come to appreciate. Does loving Mraz as much as I do make me homosexual?
School is going all right. Just a bunch of easy classes with a lot of unfriendly faces. The ordinary, you know? Though if I put on a friendly face and kept an open style, I too could meet friendly people.
I gave blood yesterday. My blood is my contribution to the world. As without my blood, someone might die. I'm only A+ though, so nothing extraordinary will ever actually come from my blood. At best I'll need some blood and get it from myself or one of the 85% of humans that I can accept blood from. So when I'm dying it will give the phrase "I want to suck your blood" a whole new meaning.
"Just remember that fame / Is nothing more than loving someone."
That brings up what my dear friend Rusty has asked the world. He's asked us the impossible; to describe what love really is. A question he knows not the answer to.
"And fortune / Is nothing more than loving what you do."
Love, the most illusive of emotions, is not something one can describe; though I will do my best. Not only is love not tangible, but it is subjective as every other emotion is. Everyone experiences each emotion differently and the stronger the emotion, the broader the results will be. Love is not something that can be taught. One can not learn to love either. Love, to me, is a deeply rooted emotion that knows the precise moment(s) to surprise you. Not only does it choose when it will be released upon the world, but it also often disguises itself. As love, being the crafty emotion it is, uses the entire spectrum of emotions. Happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy, excitement, fear, lust; you name an emotion and it can be used to help describe love. I also believe that there is no way to choose who and what you love. Not so in a manner that it is predetermined, but that the emotion itself decides on its own with or without your consent.
Did I tell you I gave blood yesterday? I honestly can't remember. I'm not going to check, but instead keep typing. I'm going to wear my donor sticker to work today in a futile attempt to not have any real work assigned to me. "No heavy lifting, no exercise, and drink a lot of water for the next two days". They probably only meant for the two days to apply to drinking water, but that's beyond the point. Better safe than sorry, I always say.
And that saying has been an integral part of my life. It is probably what has left me so shy. I've left alone so many people, missed out on so many possible friends and experiences. All because I'd rather stay safe where I am instead of possibly being sorry when things go incredibly wrong.
Yesterday I was also called spoiled. I don't quite see how I am. Rusty has all of his college, food, you name it being paid for by his parents. Rachael is also having anything and everything paid for. Both going to colleges that cost more than $15,000 a year. Then there is me. I have to fight with my parents to pay for my Oakland Community College (OCC) education. Mind you, OCC costs around $3,000 a year including books; and that's a high estimate. In all actuality I couldn't even convince them to do that as they have me paying for part of it still. Car? What car? The only place I drive myself anymore is to work, and sometimes not even there. If I'm spoiled, what does that make my closest friends? Then again thousands of people are worse off than I.
As I let out a little sigh of relief, I'm finished typing for the time being.
School is going all right. Just a bunch of easy classes with a lot of unfriendly faces. The ordinary, you know? Though if I put on a friendly face and kept an open style, I too could meet friendly people.
I gave blood yesterday. My blood is my contribution to the world. As without my blood, someone might die. I'm only A+ though, so nothing extraordinary will ever actually come from my blood. At best I'll need some blood and get it from myself or one of the 85% of humans that I can accept blood from. So when I'm dying it will give the phrase "I want to suck your blood" a whole new meaning.
"Just remember that fame / Is nothing more than loving someone."
That brings up what my dear friend Rusty has asked the world. He's asked us the impossible; to describe what love really is. A question he knows not the answer to.
"And fortune / Is nothing more than loving what you do."
Love, the most illusive of emotions, is not something one can describe; though I will do my best. Not only is love not tangible, but it is subjective as every other emotion is. Everyone experiences each emotion differently and the stronger the emotion, the broader the results will be. Love is not something that can be taught. One can not learn to love either. Love, to me, is a deeply rooted emotion that knows the precise moment(s) to surprise you. Not only does it choose when it will be released upon the world, but it also often disguises itself. As love, being the crafty emotion it is, uses the entire spectrum of emotions. Happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy, excitement, fear, lust; you name an emotion and it can be used to help describe love. I also believe that there is no way to choose who and what you love. Not so in a manner that it is predetermined, but that the emotion itself decides on its own with or without your consent.
Did I tell you I gave blood yesterday? I honestly can't remember. I'm not going to check, but instead keep typing. I'm going to wear my donor sticker to work today in a futile attempt to not have any real work assigned to me. "No heavy lifting, no exercise, and drink a lot of water for the next two days". They probably only meant for the two days to apply to drinking water, but that's beyond the point. Better safe than sorry, I always say.
And that saying has been an integral part of my life. It is probably what has left me so shy. I've left alone so many people, missed out on so many possible friends and experiences. All because I'd rather stay safe where I am instead of possibly being sorry when things go incredibly wrong.
Yesterday I was also called spoiled. I don't quite see how I am. Rusty has all of his college, food, you name it being paid for by his parents. Rachael is also having anything and everything paid for. Both going to colleges that cost more than $15,000 a year. Then there is me. I have to fight with my parents to pay for my Oakland Community College (OCC) education. Mind you, OCC costs around $3,000 a year including books; and that's a high estimate. In all actuality I couldn't even convince them to do that as they have me paying for part of it still. Car? What car? The only place I drive myself anymore is to work, and sometimes not even there. If I'm spoiled, what does that make my closest friends? Then again thousands of people are worse off than I.
As I let out a little sigh of relief, I'm finished typing for the time being.