Okay... so it's like a medley. But I love Stereo Hearts.
Damnit Cover: AllRed
Medley: AllRed
Golden: AllRed
xoxo nikki
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
This Melody Was Meant For You..
Alright, I absolutely LOVE the original of this song, and then I heard this.... It's fantastic.
Also... I love ALLRED.
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Art of Learned Optimism
- Act as if you're an optimist-- play it out until it becomes you.
- Be lfexible: after all if you can't bend a little you'll end up cracking or breaking.
- Do things you enjoy.
- Eat: don't skip meals, optimism, hardiness, and resilience require energy.
- Surround yourself with optimists.
- Sleep: teens need nine hours per night!
- Excersize daily.
- Listen to music: HAPPY MUSIC!
- Practice positive thinking each morning: don't allow your first thoughts to be pessimistic.
- Smile
- Laugh
- Serve others.
- Find and focus on the good in yourself and others.
- Believe that actions determine outcomes.
- Live according to your beliefs and values.
Maybe I Act on Confused Behavior
This essay was particularly hard
for me to write. It wasn’t the experience that was hard, although the recanting
of it was something of a challenge; feeling the pain all over again. What made
it hard was choosing something within me that I wanted to be remembered for.
Truth be told, I don’t see anything worth remembering. I’m just an average
girl. I’m not particularly beautiful, my writing isn’t that great, I have countless
imperfections, and to be honest, I mess up a lot. I’ve made plenty of bad choices,
which I’m sure will color the minds of many in remembering me. After a long
period of thought, though, I finally came up with something of importance to
myself; my strength, and my attitude when I’m placed in difficult situations.
As a seventeen year-old, I’ve encountered numerous events which have formed me
into the woman I am today. One such event occurred my sophomore year of high
school.
Today my nephew of eighteen tried to kill himself. He drank a hardening fluid that is used on hard wood floors. It landed him in the I.C.U in critical condition, and I cried. I had spoken to him just moments before he left for lunch; just before it happened. I had a prompting to go with him, but I pushed it aside (the lord gave me someone to save, just as I had prayed for, and I blew it off.) I realize it wasn’t my fault for what had happened, but I also realize I could have stopped it. I cried, I screamed, I remember gasping for air. Running a little faster, a little harder, hoping that if I pushed myself it would push him to recovery; or at least stop the pain that was pooling in my heart. The phrase “you never know what you have until it’s gone”, flashed across my mind, and I realized how much I love him.
I hated it; the pain, the feeling of helplessness. The thought occurred to me that this was the devils bidding because god would never have taken away the most precious thing he’s given to all of his children, life, or at least he wouldn’t take it away in such a painful, self-inflicting way. I soon thereafter made it a goal of mine to never let “him”, Satan, win another battle like this. Never let him take a life or hurt anyone I loved. He must be stopped, and I have to be strong and set an example. Take the first step, and hopefully I’ll be lead in a direction that will allow me to strengthen those who find themselves weaker than they’d hoped to be. Help the souls who are struggling with life and can’t see any hope to go on. I want to be remembered as a strong woman who loved people enough to suffer with them, to lead them through the tough times, because I’ve been in them myself. I know what it’s like. I want to be remembered smiling through the hard times, having a good attitude that turns dark situations into something less intense; something bearable. The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than success, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company, a church, a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past, we cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it, and so it is with you, we are in charge of our attitudes.
Who I am isn’t defined by my beauty or my accomplishments. It’s what I make of life and the struggles that I’ll face by living it. I know I won’t be remembered for being beautiful or brilliant or even a gifted writer. Years from now no one will remember that mountain of a zit on my forehead or that “F” I got on a test or even that I didn’t ask anyone to Preference my senior year; things like that won’t matter. However, the way I aided my family and friends and acquaintances through life; the way I was there for them no matter what; that will be remembered. In the end, if my friends and family think of me and smile, I’ll know I’ve lived a good life.
xoxo nikki
Today my nephew of eighteen tried to kill himself. He drank a hardening fluid that is used on hard wood floors. It landed him in the I.C.U in critical condition, and I cried. I had spoken to him just moments before he left for lunch; just before it happened. I had a prompting to go with him, but I pushed it aside (the lord gave me someone to save, just as I had prayed for, and I blew it off.) I realize it wasn’t my fault for what had happened, but I also realize I could have stopped it. I cried, I screamed, I remember gasping for air. Running a little faster, a little harder, hoping that if I pushed myself it would push him to recovery; or at least stop the pain that was pooling in my heart. The phrase “you never know what you have until it’s gone”, flashed across my mind, and I realized how much I love him.
I hated it; the pain, the feeling of helplessness. The thought occurred to me that this was the devils bidding because god would never have taken away the most precious thing he’s given to all of his children, life, or at least he wouldn’t take it away in such a painful, self-inflicting way. I soon thereafter made it a goal of mine to never let “him”, Satan, win another battle like this. Never let him take a life or hurt anyone I loved. He must be stopped, and I have to be strong and set an example. Take the first step, and hopefully I’ll be lead in a direction that will allow me to strengthen those who find themselves weaker than they’d hoped to be. Help the souls who are struggling with life and can’t see any hope to go on. I want to be remembered as a strong woman who loved people enough to suffer with them, to lead them through the tough times, because I’ve been in them myself. I know what it’s like. I want to be remembered smiling through the hard times, having a good attitude that turns dark situations into something less intense; something bearable. The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than success, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company, a church, a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past, we cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it, and so it is with you, we are in charge of our attitudes.
Who I am isn’t defined by my beauty or my accomplishments. It’s what I make of life and the struggles that I’ll face by living it. I know I won’t be remembered for being beautiful or brilliant or even a gifted writer. Years from now no one will remember that mountain of a zit on my forehead or that “F” I got on a test or even that I didn’t ask anyone to Preference my senior year; things like that won’t matter. However, the way I aided my family and friends and acquaintances through life; the way I was there for them no matter what; that will be remembered. In the end, if my friends and family think of me and smile, I’ll know I’ve lived a good life.
xoxo nikki
Saturday, December 3, 2011
You Will Like My Sense of Humor, You Will Be Addicted to My Smile.
I feel that someone on google has a great sense of humor.
Today I typed RECURSION into the google search bar
and THIS was my result....
Did you mean?: RECURSION
automatic response?
LAUGHTER.
NERD?
DEFINITELY.
For those of you who do not understand the humor, here is the deffinition of recursion:
Recursion is the process of repeating items in a self-similar way.
I love this world.
:)
xoxo nikki
Today I typed RECURSION into the google search bar
and THIS was my result....
Did you mean?: RECURSION
automatic response?
LAUGHTER.
NERD?
DEFINITELY.
For those of you who do not understand the humor, here is the deffinition of recursion:
Recursion is the process of repeating items in a self-similar way.
I love this world.
:)
xoxo nikki
Friday, December 2, 2011
Final Diagnoses
Important preface: The color red indicates something made of/creator of/ is the equivilant of
PURE AND UTTER EVIL.
[ If you happen to be a doctor and are reading this.. don't be offended, I'm sure there arenice doctors out there. Eh. Who am I kidding? You're ALL evil. Sorry. Should've chosen a different proffession. ]
The color yellow indicates pure and utter happiness.
SIDENOTE: My post is begining to look like a hotdog covered in ketchup and mustard. EW.
Well, I returned from the doctors yesterday, as I'm sure you already conjectured upon the publishing of my last post.
The doctor proceded with his usual check up, got an evil grin on his face, and said "you're going to hate me".
I believe my reaction was something like this..... O_0
Mixed with a whole lotta
THIS-------->
PURE AND UTTER EVIL.
[ If you happen to be a doctor and are reading this.. don't be offended, I'm sure there are
The color yellow indicates pure and utter happiness.
SIDENOTE: My post is begining to look like a hotdog covered in ketchup and mustard. EW.
Well, I returned from the doctors yesterday, as I'm sure you already conjectured upon the publishing of my last post.
The doctor proceded with his usual check up, got an evil grin on his face, and said "you're going to hate me".
I believe my reaction was something like this..... O_0
Mixed with a whole lotta
THIS-------->
Yes I have a fear of the doctors office, and an even greater fear of needles.
[[and yet I'm going to become a dentist, how that works out? I have no idea]]
Well. To end this tragic tale, I had to get one of the most painful shots injected into my darriere. The actual poke...? Didn't hurt a bit, just scared me. The injection of medicine into my poor unexpecting
bottom, hurt like a mother. I thought I was going to die.
Imagine the most painful thing you've ever been through. Multiply that by about a billion,
Got that pain in mind?
Well guess what. You haven't even begun to understand the pain I was in!
Oh, and I have bronchitis.
((insert duh duh duh sound that plays in movies when something terrible has happened))
xoxo nikki
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Undying HATRED.
I now have a firm reminder [[in my rear end]] why I do NOT enjoy going to the doctors office.
I always end up leaving in more pain than I arrived.
and he thinks it's funny....
xoxo nikki
I always end up leaving in more pain than I arrived.
and he thinks it's funny....
xoxo nikki
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