Another thing that people within society lack is the bliss and solace of Independence. People may say that they are independent and what not, but deep down in their decorum, they are nothing but a small, scared, and feeble child crying in the corner of a room. The reason why I don’t date, or I don’t have a best friend for too long is sheer independence. It is divine to be independent, nobody to tell you what to do and nobody to hold you back. Of course I always listen to my guardians and take advice from people I trust. But when I walk on the street and get called names or do my hair insanely and get ridiculed by others, I never take it to the head. Sheer independence, learn to embrace it.
I think what is dying is society these days is the sheer common courtesy of manners! If you look around the street about ninety-five percent of people do not use these simple tools within life. Instead, they are obnoxious and breathe in other people’s business. Those people degrade the ranks of society and are nothing but low-lives. Even though, I am not the one to judge, I think that people with no manners, should start studying. It is so appalling. Wretched.
“My only love sprung from my only hate.
To early seen unknown and known too late.
June 18: This weekend was das Bomb! :D For the eighteenth, I was picked up from my fourth period Fashion Design class to go back home. :D Once I got home, I had to pack my things because most of my family were going camping in Big Bear. Truly divine place that is. Well anyways, we got out things and we all met at Matthew’s Household, which will be my Household in the near future. We then all met at a McDonald’s probably about one-two hours later. We then arrived at the camp site. I am quite surprised that there were know rattlesnakes or any other dangerous animal of that matter, waiting to feast on our soft flesh. I set up my own tent, without the help of an adult. I felt accomplished. Of course when I came, I had to bring all of my toiletries, it’s a must. I brought my three different types of pomade for my hair, three different fragrances (including deodorant), clothes, and much more. I was only bitten by a single insect! :D Well anyways, eventually the blanket of night befallen upon our camping ground, and dire sleep (the cousin of Death) shrouded our bodies.
June 19: Waking up from our slumber. My iPod docking system performed it’s dire function. :D To play Lady GaGa in the Early morning. I probably woke up around five to seven. I walked around the tents handing others their bare essentials in the morning, coffee. It was known as: “Room Service”. *^ - ^* Well anyways, as time flied by we eventually found ourselves hiking down towards the valley area of the mountain. It is quite different than it is perceived to be. Even though it looks like a steep downhill slope of dirt, rocks, and twigs. It is far more torrential than that! There were thorns and dangerous types of insects. It was fun, but simultaneously dangerous. The entire length of my leg was scratched by the bare exposure of my shorts. The kids ended up going back up with my Mother and Uncle Mike. I stayed hiking with Liv, Nick, Kerm, Daniel, Sean, April, Saman, and my Auntie Ginnie. Twas’ quite the adventurous hike. The adrenalin was intense and every step felt like a step towards Death’s wishes. We defied the Fates. Later on, back at camp Sean Shank’s ended up cutting himself (on accident of course). He was rushed to the nearest hospital, which was probably a good fourty-five minutes away. He wasn’t back until late night, in which we were already saying ghost stories. Kerm told of this one horrible story, that has ceased to leave the crevices of my mind. It was about a Vietnamese woman who used to sleep and her soul left her body. When her soul left her body it at garbage in the allies… Literally. A man saw the woman’s spirit in the alley, he stared. She stared and continued to feast upon the garbage. He went to find her body, and he turned it over so she may never get back in… — I don’t know how the rest of the story goes, but that story has left me bad images O.O” The shroud of sleep b’falled upon aye again and morrow was cherished.
June 20: Aww, the Day of Departure. I woke up at probably seven and started packing. As usual, I was the first one done with everything. I have packed all of my luggage in it’s proper place. My entire tent, back in it’s package. Everything, my entire area was wiped clean. :D Later on, when everyone else was completed packing their belongings, we left. We all decided that we should all go to the Lake. Lake Silverwood. It was a divine place. We stayed there for a good two-four hours. After that we all went back home. For us, since it was Father’s Day, we went to our Grandfather’s Household to celebrate. Not showering, we felt the stickiness that the Camping Trip has left as a gift. It was not the most pleasant of feeling to have on your skin. Eventually we just went home and washed up and finished our unfinished business. *^ - ^* Next weekend! Holla! :D
Y’know what? Life is a gracious, great thing. Many people doth destroy it’s name. But they are wrong. It is an unraveling ball of yarn, always unraveling, always moving. It may have it’s knots here and there, but it’s beautiful. :D Be grateul for the little things in life Children. One day, they shall be gone. All shall be gone. [: As we get older, the things we love and cherish are taken away and replaced with respectable knowledge. Knowledge is the greatest gift. <3 <3 <3