tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132282382011-12-31T20:02:06.982-04:00Stuff from my mind, to yours. Occasional things that I think about, and if you don't...maybe you should!Lilynoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228238.post-1118265094032881492005-06-08T17:57:00.000-03:002005-06-08T18:11:34.036-03:00Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I guess stuff got to me and I was busy. Anyways!<br /><br />My fluff of the Day is on the idiocy of today's society.<br />Really, you go down the street, and everything is based on sex appeal. People will usually buy things if the person marketing it will sell it to them. I know some people who won't listen to some music because the singer isn't hot enough. But! That's not my problem this time.<br />I'm ticked off because of highschool relationships. I have people come up to me, and ask me why I'm hanging out with someone...because they're "totally not hot!". I couldn't care less. If I based my opinions of people on how they looked, I'd just be another conformist. Really, I'm friends with the people I'm friends with because they have great personalities.<br />As well, I hear daily conversations from people is seeking advice from friends. It usually goes like this:<br />"Hey, I just got asked out by this guy in my Social Studies class!"<br />"Really? Is he hot?"<br />"Totally!"<br />"You should go out with him!"<br /><br />Or, it proceeds like this:<br />"Hey, John asked me out today."<br />"Oh, you mean that John from science?"<br />"Yah, what should I do?"<br />"Ew, I wouldn't go out with him, he's ugly!"<br /><br />If you think the either situation is incredibly pathetic, I applaud you and your opinion. I will conclude by saying that I see this as an unbelievably pathetic act, and I will give you two of my favorite quotes.<br /><br /><em>I'd rather be hated as someone I am, than liked as someone I'm not.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>All the <strong>nice</strong> men are <strong>ugly</strong>, all the <strong>handsome</strong> men are <strong>mean</strong> and all the <strong>nice and handsome</strong> men are <strong>gay</strong>.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13228238-111826509403288149?l=fluff-and-stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lilynoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13228238.post-1117238267664234792005-05-27T00:57:00.000-03:002005-05-27T21:37:12.903-03:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#009900;">Wow, I never thought I'd found myself doing this(and if I had, it was probably forgotten quickly). For some reason, I never could see myself writing a blog...Probably because I thought of it as a diary. It was finally my mother who encouraged me to express my creativity through a blog.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">My Fluff of the Day is what's your addiction? I've always pondered the question, 'if my parents took something away from me, what would I miss the most?' (other than the necessities of life, that is). I went through so many things.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">My first thought was the internet. A lot of my life, my friends and my inspiration comes from the internet. Which is why it was my first guess. Although, I soon realized that without the internet, I could still find things to do, and it would not be the end of the world(though very close to it).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">Second, I thought of the things I need to draw/write. If they took away all my anime drawing books, my pencils and my paper, I wouldn't be able to draw or write my poetry or stories. In turn, that would be horrible, but I would still have things to do...and I could live without it.,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">Third, I thought my friends. If I could never see my friends again, it would be so extremely horrid, I would fall into depression. I love my friends so much, and I would never sell them off or ditch them, no matter what. But, yet again, that idea passed, because there was one thing above all of this that I needed to complete me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">My imagination. If they found a way to take away my imagination and my creativity, I would lose the spark I see in every day. Every night, I dream ideas, and I imagine things. Every morning, I picture the day ahead and what I will do. Every afternoon, I wonder and think of what I will do in the evening, and every evening, I picture what I will dream. If I had no imagination, I would truly die on the inside, because I would have no excitement, no longing, no thrill. There would be nothing to wish or hope for, because I would not be able to imagine what I want or what I will want or even what I will have.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">Because I have found this answer, I now treasure my creativity. I know there are some people out there who have limited imaginations and I am glad I am not them, because I cannot begin to imagine what it would be like if I lost what I have now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">Thanks for reading!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">Lily-Chan</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13228238-111723826766423479?l=fluff-and-stuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lilynoreply@blogger.com6