Smartasstastic

It's come and gone so fast, it seems. The light that shone bright yesterday has grown brighter. A lot of people look at age differently, some people think that when you're old you're going to be a stiff, and you're not going to be any fun. Well, I've been a non-teenager for about 52 minutes now and I can tell you, dear reader, while I sit in this chair, with Sunny D to the right, and an Xbox controller to the left, I can tell you, not much changes.

There's been a lot of crap that's been thrown my way, but there's been people around to help me see the paths that are available, and who have given me the knowledge and the foresight to see into the future. Teachers, friends, parents, siblings, they all helped me be the person who I am today. For better or worse.

I've lived my life up until this point with a lot of regrets, and a lot of things I wish I'd have done that I didn't and so on, but now I think is the time for me to bury the hatchet of yester-decade. A lot of people hold grudges against their past, but I feel that the past is what was, and you live in the time where you can make what will be, and that's the greatest opportunity anyone could be given. To learn from the past, and to make new goals, or carve new paths is what makes one a wise person, I think. I hope that with this new milestone met, I become wiser.

I've got a lot of time before I'm 30, and until then, I'll just have to live in the moments, and make them mine. Whether I'll know you or love you tomorrow like I did yesterday isn't easy to see, but none of you, whether I loved you or hated you, will be forgotten, and until the end of my days, I'll be the best I can be, and will try to be the positive influence I know I'm capable of being.

I've talked on for long enough, and until next time; this is my goodbye, dear youth.

John H.

The turning clock...~


Time moves slowly,
Ever so quickly.
It doesn't stop.

Me and You,
Summer and winter;
are much the same
in opposites.


Love coursing threw veins,
Stopping this moment.
Refreshing breezes from the summer winds. . .


Time moves slowly;
Ever so quickly.


Powerful emotions.
Grasp me tightly
"I love you"
Love's power heats into a passionate night. . .


Freeze this moment.
While we're one.


Time moves slowly;
Ever so quickly.


Night fades to day
Emotions turn to grey.
Rain, Rain, RAIN!
Where is he who plagues my mind. . .


Speed up to the time,
When I had him in my arms.


Time moves slowly;
Ever so quickly.


Time cannot be stopped.
Time is just a train.


a long quick road to Afterlife. . .




Keep my breath in every moment. . .

live it to the Fullest. . .




Read the poem to this song. than

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vl3LTAZfPg


reread to this song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmqlsLqAQbA&list=PLABC6C78323B8BBC9

Because Your Very Special.

Sometimes, I cloud myself in my false judgement. I don't realize through this barrier why people act the way they do or why they give up. Here is one of the moments where I wish I was seeing everything for what they really were. I'll write this poem; dedicating it to my good friend that I met at DDSS, Dirk.

Sometimes I don't realize,
That you are not me.
Because we are so different,
Because we are unique.
You, my friend, are the closest,
In personality and sensitivity.

We both act for other people
And don't realize what we do.

But my friend just listen,
I am and odd friend,
But I'm still a great person.
I hope you realize you are too.

We both act for someone else,
And don't reconize that we do.

I put on a show of strenght,
I use aggressiveness to hide,
All of my true sensitivity,
Everything that scares me.

So my friend realize,
You are not alone.
In some respect we're much alike,
In uniqueness and in tone.

I'm not saying this to be weird.
I want you to see the truth.
You are not alone in this,
You have a friend with you.

I've expressed anger when you gave up.
Because it hurt to see you fall.
Because you are my friend,
And we are so much alike.
I want to see you rise above.

You're like my little birdy at home.
He's my best-friend.
He is like me, but like you, gives
up so easily.

I want you to know your important.
There are people who actually love you.
Not in a romantic way.
But like a sister/brother way.

I want you to know I pretend I know all.
I procrastinate like you, and
last semester gave up. But
I picked up my pants, and learned

I can't get anywhere when I do that.

So you see, I love you lot's.
Brother, don't fall in to this.
But I know you'll learn, I believe in you.
So I'll back off.

Hush now; don't cry.
I know she hurts you so much sometimes,
But that is why I'm here,
Let your sister heal your pain.

We are here to be there for you.
We are here to protect you.

So when you feel lonely and sad,
I'm here...
When you feel forgotten and alone,
I'm here...
When you feel like shit,
I'm here...

I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm here.

Because your a very special person,
In my heart.

~A sister from another mother: Carrie

During the short time of my life in Town; I've realized one vital piece of information. All ways have connections. Your friend might know a friend who might know a friend of a friend who is his cousin who will eventually become your boss. Unfortunately I don't have this ability. Since I'm in my teen years; it's hard to be accepted enough in the town to acquire those connection. So I'm officially going back home so that I can get enough money to actually go to college. There is nothing like having to stay here for nothing.

See, I got a job interview at Independant, (due to my previous work at Fortinos) and so I've calculated just how much I'd actually save working there. We get paid $10.25 and I'd be getting up to 8 hours a week. I'd be making $82 a week. That would cost me $84 in travel fees per week. I would owe $2 every week. That sucks. So it makes it pretty pointless to take the job.

But I appreciate them calling me in.

As you can see, it would cost me more to work then what I'd be bringing in. So I've settled it with my parents that I'm moving back home. I really can't wait to go back to Hamilton; drink water from the tap (Finally) and breath in that wonderful pollution. Actually I'm dying to drink tap water. Funny thing is I can't drink tap-water out here or I will get sick. (Well water is disgusting anyway) Oh how it will be a blessing.

Also Timmies! You cannot go from Timmies on every corner to Timmies is all the way in town. OH MY GOD! It sucks on the weekend and I can't get my caffiene fix because the timmies is an hours walk away. Riding the bike is out of the question, because I am a city girl stuck between a valley and a brutal rode. This valley isn't small, it's freaking HUGE! Trucks even have problems getting to the top of the hill. That is how steep it is. It takes a lot of power just to go up a small hill for me; a valley like that: Forget it. I'll deal with my measely orange pekoe tea. *tears* Enjoying an french vanilla isn't worth all that. ;.;

So I'm returning to my Timmies on every corner, my shopping malls, my wonderful HSR, my lovely tap water and everything that goes with Hamilton.

How the question is; Why do I care?

I have Amazingmrsin (Surprised; well he recently got mad) writing another script for another video. No this video will not suck this time, but we shall all have fun entertaining you guys all at once.

This novel is great. I love Jane Austen novels as much as I love musicals. (Believe me when I say that I love musicals very much.) However, Sense and Sensibility is so hard to get through that I'm growing weary of reading it and occasionally falling asleep. There is very little humor; except the contradictions of character and the hypocrisy and the descriptions are sometimes long and unnecessary. It makes for a very hard read.

However, I need to build a tree and hang character information off it.

And I need to write and essay as to why it is a classic.

This is going to make for a long Friday. 

I'm at page 90 and there is a total of 255.

that means that I have 165 very long pages to go. Hopefully I get this book done quickly (tonight if possible) and then I can get these stupid assignments over with.

Anyways; my time in Delhi is now very short and I am happy to announce that I am returning back to the city of steel come the end of June. I hope to get back in touch with John, Ty and Bryan so we can do yet another skit of fail. Let's hope that we actually produce something worthy enough not to end up on failblog.org.

Ah, got to love awkward silences eh? I love how people like to post. I think it's down to just me and Reckoner23 so I might grab a few more friends to post on this. Anyways; the whole prom scene is coming up soon so I thought I'd make a comment on Prom.

Prom will be the night where you look at your best friend and either tell them this is the best night of my life, or the worst. It is the night where you dance away all of your struggles throughout high school, spend $400 minimum to get yourself ready and party so hard you get sick the next day. Oh yes. It's the greatest time of you the high school career.

What is stupid about this night.

I am entirely thankful that I am going to SJAM's prom for this reason.

At DDSS you must sign a contract to go to Prom. (Like this is going to stop people from getting drunk before prom) Also, you must attend a dumb meeting which tells you, you cannot dance like sluts. (Hahahaha this makes me laugh) They allow grade 11's to go to prom. (>.<) Also they have votes for King and Queen.

So basically they are dictating the most special night of a teenagers life.

Now here is the reason as to why I think it's stupid.

Number 1: Like it's going to stop people. Students are going to dance any way they want to dance regardless of warning. If they get kicked out of prom they just go to the after party.

Number 2: I agree people should not dance like sluts, however it's our night and we should be allowed to celebrate our accomplishments anyway we please. What I think is reasonable dancing is not the same as someone elses.

Number 3: A prom is amazing because it celebrates a graduate's accomplishments. It shouldn't be crowded by overly immature grade 11's.

Number 4: This voting for the Prom King and Queen is another popularity contest that we can live without.

Overall, this is a dumb way of handling a special night for all those graduates who've actually accomplished something. Congraduations on Dictation!

 I'm done. This is it. I don't plan on posting to smartasstastic anymore. Partially because I wasn't at all a smartass, but mainly because of a recent realization. 

I have nothing to say.

I'm 18, I still have much of my life to experience. And here I am bitching about what I don't like now instead of enjoying what little time I have before I decide that life isn't enjoyable anymore and take a bolt gun to my head.  

Goodnight, everybody. I'll probably forget this in a couple weeks.

 I just read Inecko's post about Convey and his book about habits, and I have a few things to say. Though I appreciate and recognize Mr. Convey and other people's individuality and I respect that they have their own opinions and beliefs, it does not mean I'm obligated to accept the choices they make, and the way they conduct themselves. Can I be crude? can I be obscene? can I be a little harsh? Certainly, I can be, and if I offend people, it's not really my intention, at least, not in the cases where I tell others to go fuck themselves, or even when I call someone any number of objectionable terms. The first chapter in Mr Convey's book is about being Proactive, and he has a part in the book where he explains taking responsibility for one's actions and dealing with the consequences, and that is certainly something I believe in, and that is what I hope I'll be reminded of when I overstep my boundaries.
       There are a few things I never hear from those who preach about tolerance, and is something I find quite Ironic in some respects. Everyone who wants to talk about tolerance, usually brings it up to people who they usually don't often agree with, or is expressing themselves in a way that the person giving the lecture, doesn't appreciate. The irony is that instead of accepting someone else's manner in which they conduct themselves, they feel the need to point it out to them that they should just "accept it [their grievances] and move along". To me, it seems like someone with a megaphone is yelling at someone to please be quiet. I think that when you're dealing with educated, mature, and sensible adults that the last concern of your's should be how someone chooses to formulate their words, but rather on the content of their beliefs.


These are my thoughts, tolerate them! or not . . . whichever.

I noticed that a lot of people are quick to judge when unnecessary, and quickly jump to conclusions before ever properly thinking about something in full context. I admit, I'm like this too, but I've just read a very important message from Sean Covey's The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens. I have many people tell me that I don't need a book to tell me how to live my life, but that's not why I'm reading this book. This book allows me to evaluate my many faults and think of the best solution to try and better them. It gives me the right action plan in order to do this.

This brings me to my overall point: before you say fuck you, think about how that can be awesome. I know in Amazingmrsin and Jhill7766's posts, they talk about how much screamo music is not punk or how the creator of Glee can go fuck himself. Not that, there opinion is wrong because they can think what they want, I want readers to use their posts as an example of how not to Synergize.

I'm guessing a lot of people probably don't know a word of what I'm saying and if not I encourage you to at least read Habit 6 of the book listed above. Synergizing, in Covey's opinion, means to work as a collective group and not as individuals. He talks about how a flock of birds can go 71% farther in a "V" formation than being an individual, however that is not all what Synergy is about. It is also accepting everyone for who they are on the inside. You can shun someone because they like glee and you think that the creator should go to hell. You can tolerate those screamo loving kids and distances yourself from them. Or you can accept their differences and move on.

Covey's opinion on shunning states that you are either afraid of a person for many reasons. It could include religious views, race, age to the clothes they wear, how loud they talk and what their interests are. It's pushing it away because you cannot accept the fact that it's there in the first place. By shunning someone, you lose the possibility to get to know an individual for their uniqueness.

Instead of shunning the person, you can Tolerate them. Covey calls this believing everyone has a right to their belief, but they stay away from you and you stay away from them. Instead of encouraging them in their unique interests you are basically creating a boundary that will prevent you from fully understanding someone for who they are.

Lastly, since the last two talked about Shunning and Tolerating, we've come to Celebrating. Covey calls this, accepting someones unique personality and accepting it as a benefit rather than shunning them or tolerating them. It's a way of accepting diversity and by doing this, you are opening yourself up to gaining new, honest and kind friends.

In the end Covey's message is to accept all as a unique benefit rather than to hate and despise without understanding an individual. Being a Celebrator creates many new, unique friends and doesn't outcast people. You open yourself up to many more opprotunities.

In the end, the 60's got it down pat; Don't Fight, Find Peace Instead.

So I have a whole bunch of stories with no ending. Considering it is ironic and hypercritical that I promote continuing stories until they are done and I don't, I am making it my goal to write and complete a story. However, I must conclude that  find myself with ever changing storylines and different musings as I go along. It's so hard to stick with one story line, than sit for days trying to perfect a particular chapter when I'm reading a totally different story than the one I originally posted.

I have no motivation lately to continue on a story. I'd much rather read than write it seems. And yet the stories that I come up with are so developed and so cool, i find myself once again with paper and pen trying to write it down.

Nothing wants to come out the way I want it. I very well understand the two major causes to this; lack of motivation and my impatience. I want things done NOW! I want it perfect NOW! I don't want to continuously write and write and write trying to perfect my writing so as to please a set of strangers online. Yet, at the same time I do not want my unlimitless bank of creativity to go to waste and what better way to express it than to take it to the online websites.

Having realized what the problem is, it's time to write the plan as to how I'm going to fix it. . .

First I must cut myself off from distractions. It's pretty hard when you have access to just about anything on the web, but I'm going to try and write the story in my word processor rather than on the internet. I'm also going to use my speakers in order to think and ponder some ideas. That way, I can actually remember what I've written before.

Second I must do things that continuiously contribute to my motivation. I'm loving the natural scenery on which I'm forced to live by. Grabbing my bike and riding around allows me to freely experience the good feelings which the country side gives. I shall ride my bike as to keep my motivation going.

Thirdly I must not allow everything to pile up at once. After doing some homework I shall take a motivation break and then start my writing. This will create balance between work and play.

Lastly I must revise, reread, re-evaluate, and rewrite before submitting it so that it is perfect. No more impatient posting. Although that in itself is very hard to acquire, I will at least make an attempt to complete a story and then revise it.

Each one of these qualities will probably take a lot out of me.

~_~

I am thinking of putting a storyline online. I am positive that it will be a good one because it has my quirkyness with the storyline being fucked up and the characters witty and crude personalities. I just hope that the above plan will work and I might actually finish this story. I'm quite tired of just lazying around and doing nothing about this constant need of wanting to write, however there is nothing like a blank screen to set you off on an angry tantrum.