Biologically Speaking...

Something has always bothered me...up until now. People always associate their hearts with love. Drawing a heart means love. "I love you with all my heart".

Honestly? A heart is a muscle that pumps blood through your body. And while it could metaphorically be a nice idea, it's about as romantic as your spleen.

Emotions come from your brain, the central processing unit in your body. No other organ produces emotions, just the brain.


Of course, now I understand it all. It's not that the love comes from the heart, but that when you're in love, your heart just aches. Your head has no relevance in the equation, it's just a little accessory on the top of your body. It's all about that feeling, the amazing and powerful wonder that is love, and it comes from the heart, not the brain. No more bio for me, all I need is love :)

Broken

The brick wall has been broken. I am so glad :)

Onward.

Spring has come

I was reading a blog/comic that I subscribe to, and I've realized that since I so enjoy photography and writing, I'm going to combine the two. For those of you who know of "A Softer World", you'll know where I'm coming from. For those of you who don't, you might like to check it out.

Yesterday I came home from school right away (ok, I stayed for a few minutes in the drama room...), but I was home just before 4. And considering I'm not used to EVER getting home that early, I didn't have a key, which meant I was locked out. Making the most of my situation, I started taking pictures of the beautiful flowers that had been purchased for our back yard. This is one of my favourites, just the way the red really 'pops'.

Anyways, that's about all I can write right now, I've got a ton of homework left to do that I've been putting off till now.

TTYL

Metaphor? More literal than that

The words are here

You are here

So many variables

So you called me "PERFECT".

Why does no one want so-called perfection?

I guess I'm finally getting slightly angsty about the topic. Could it be the increase in discussion regarding the topic? Could be. Maybe I'm just bored, and want someone to spend my time with.

Maybe I'm realizing that I've been single for 6037 days. Or 862 weeks. Or 144,888 hours. Or 8,693,280 minutes. Or 521,596,800 seconds.

Or 16 years, 6 months, 11 days.

Or maybe I'm just over-exaggerating?

Post-show blues

I don't care that it's been medically proven. I have all the experience I need with me right now.

After the completion of any performance, such as these musical theatre shows that I've been consumed by, most people will enter a period of time after the performance when they are quiet, sad, sleepy, and maybe even a little temperamental. This can take place anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks after the end of a performance.

However, even though I am now feeling the beginning stages of this PSB period, I am happy to say that I now have a whole lot more time. And what will I do with this newfound time?





Sleep.

On comments

If you have something to say to me directly, send me a message. I don't want cryptic comments, nor do I want sob stories about how you feel offended by a generic statement. The comment feature is for anyone to write a response about the given post, not as a way to talk directly at the writer. I never answer blog comments, I only read them.
So to everyone, if you have something to say to ME, send ME a message, not everyone who reads my blog.

How much time do you have left?

Who knows?

But on my way home tonight, I thought about this clip (read the explanation as well, it's quite amazing in itself)

http://www.snopes.com/photos/accident/pedestrian.asp

Imagine if you were that pedestrian. Like, even though he survived, I'm sure he isn't physically the same as he was beforehand. I mean, pronounced DEAD on the scene? it's got to be pretty serious if the paramedics are going to resort to that...
So now that he's out of the hospital, what's going to happen to poor Scott? What were his dreams for life? was he hoping to do something great with his life? Did he have dreams to pursue? Did he have a family? Did he have a job?
As soon as that one accident happened, his life would never, ever be the same again. He's going to have to cope with fear every time he walks across a street. He's going to have to live with some sort of a physical disability. And will that get in the way of his dreams?

You bet it will.

So why do we put things off? Why do we say to ourselves, "oh, I'll get around to that someday..."

How can you know that you won't be hit by a car, struck by lightning, ingest poison, be murdered, die of a medical condition, become handicapped, develop a learning disability, lose your vision, lose your hearing, be attacked, have an allergic reaction, get an infection, or anything else that I haven't listed?

Don't put things off. You're living now, so LIVE!