Definitions and Realisations

Ciao guys,

This isn't the results of the horoscope experiment like I promised (I'm sorry- your patience must be limitless!), nor is it about a current event that is taking the world by storm. Instead, it's another one of my posts about something on my mind. So bear with me and my boringness until the next post...

Recently I've seen and experienced things that have changed my outlook on life. Love, family, spirituality, everything that life has to offer, my outlook on it has changed. For either the better or worse, that has yet to be discovered, but with everything changing around me (and others), the definitions of things have changed also.

For instance, the meaning of family, to me, no longer applies to just my relatives. Because as I change, so have some of them, and not for the good. Each day I'm seperated from them even more. . And this division leaves you stranded. Who do you rely on now to catch you when you fall? When you need help, who'll answer the call?
Now, it's my dearest friends and the other family members I treasure. Because family isn't defined by blood. It's defined by those who care about you, who you feel at home around and who you know will never give up on you.
Some people say "your family is who you are". In some cases, that may be true. But who you are is reflected in how you view everything and in how you treat others. 

I've also come to realise that love is absurd. Or that people's definitions of love are absurd. "love is easy, love is beautiful...." That's bollocks. From what I've observed, love makes trigonometry look like the 2 times table. Love isn't always beautiful; since when are lonely nights, fears and insecurities beautiful? You want my definition of love?

Take 2 people. Add some happiness, then just for kicks add some pain. Throw in complications, similarities and differences, let that simmer for ages, and while it is simmering, add some hard times to make things the exact opposite of dull. Throw in those friends who act as reactive catalysts and BAM! Results may differ, depending on who's the one being loved and who's the one who nobody knows what's going on in their heart. This isn't so much a definition as a recipe for disaster, but that's what I've come to accept: that this is my life.

Then there's the issue of spirituality. What do you believe, which is right and what happens when you settle on a decision? Which is logical and which is bollocks? Which is fact and which is fiction? So far, the search has provided more questions than answers. In the end, all I'm hoping for is that the world wasn't created by a flying Spaghetti Monster.

So in spite of my re-defining life and everything that makes it stupid, I hope you all have a great week. If you have any ideas for posts, solutions to my problems or your own definitions for things, let me know in the comments below!

Arrividerci, Vivmarie1407

Blue Skies Again... And Jesus

Hello guys,

I've been in a noticeably perkier mood recently, and it's all thanks to a bunch of factors:

• Glorious stormy weather has dominated the skies
• The new Green Day album, Dos!, is a musical masterpiece
• I just got replacement Converse high-tops
• I've fallen in love with Twinings chai tea.
• Saw Breaking Dawn Part 2, it was satisfactory to say the least. For a Twilight movie, it was quite good.
• I've increased the length of time that will be spent on the horoscope experiment

It's a well known fact that last week proved to be incredibly shocking for me. However, things are beginning to look bright again, and I have 3 things to thank for that:

1. My friends: These are the people that have never let me down. I've had my doubts at times, but in the end, they have helped me through many problems, given first rate advice and when I'm down, they are my anti-depressants.
2. Green Day: It's Well Known Fact #2 that I love Green Day more than my own family. And it's true; hymns like American Idiot are quite lovable. But when you're a teenager who's supposed to hate everyone and themselves, the songs of Green Day don't give you further incentive to do so, instead, they encourage you to shut up and listen to the music; forget your sorrows. And so many of their songs are cures to sadness, take it from me.
3. (Atheists don't roll your eyes...)Jesus: This will require an explanation:

All my life, I've gone to religious schools: Lutheran, Catholic and most recently, Christian. So Jesus has been kind of inescapable. Anyway, when you go to religious schools, you tend to run into the religious students, and at my recent school, the Christian one, there is a particular student who loves Jesus. So much in fact, that he wears a keychain with WWJD written all over it (What Would Jesus Do). And recently, in situations, it has got me thinking "If Jesus lost his size 4 Converse high-tops, what would he do?"

And even though he's got the power of God on his side as well as an epic beard, we can still do what he would. We may not be able to walk on water or recite a whole parable, but we can do the right thing, the just thing, the thing Jesus would do if he was in your size 4 Converse high-tops.

Even though I'm still on a gallant quest for spirituality, if anything goes wrong, I pause and think of what Jesus would do. So far, it's worked out well. In fact, just yesterday as I was drafting this post, a massive hailstorm affected my suburb (and my house was not spared). I was scared, for my bedroom window had smashed open;strewing glass all over my floor and bed, some hailstones were as big as golf balls, the ground was covered in ice and it looked like a hurricane of snow had recently passed.
Initially I was freaking out, I honestly thought I was going to die. But I kept calm and thought of what Jesus would do: He'd say a parable, stop the storm and make sure everyone was OK. And prepare an evacuation kit. While I don't know any good parable and while I can't influence the elements, I still went around my street, checking to see the extent of the damage and to see if my neighbours were fine. Then I went home, and like a good neurotic person, I assembled an evacuation kit.

That has been my dramatic list of recent events. If you have any thoughts on religion, evacuation kits or Green Day, let me know in the comments below.

Arrividerci, Vivmarie1407

Do people have it worse than I?

привіт guys,

 This is the sequel to last weeks post, where you all read about my deadly encounter with a four-wheel drive. When I thought things were supposed to get better, they have since taken turns for the worse:

On Friday I went ice skating with a bunch of friends. It was inevitable that I'd fall over, no chance of escaping that, but to do it 5 times is just a bit silly. And I now have a bruise as large as Russia and as dark as a thundercloud (cumulonibus for all of you meteorologists) on my knee.
But that's just the tip of the iceberg. As our evening came to an end, I returned to where our group kept our stuff, only to find that my favourite shoes had gone. My black Converse hi-tops, which have been on my feet at a lot of memorable moments, were gone. My all time favourite pair of shoes had vanished.

And things just keep getting worse: Yesterday my nephew's new kitten, Katniss, gave me two deep scratches on my wrist, giving people the impression that I am an emo. I'm not kidding when I say that today at school I recieved stares.
Then on Monday, my beloved iPod, Charlotte, attempted suicide. As I was running out of school, it lept out of my pocket and onto the not-quite soft concrete. And the screen cracked.
I returned home, in a state of sadness, to find that there was no chocolate in the house.

In one of my friends attempts to cheer my up, she told me: "There's people out there in the world that have it worse than you. Look at those children in third world countries...", and she was cut off by my fist colliding with her shoulder.

But looking back at her words of I-can't-believe-it's-not-wisdom!, she might have had a small point. But then again, those kids don't have iPods, ice skating rinks in their city, a favourite pair of shoes or nephews with kittens. They wouldn't get how it feels, losing their iPod to gravity and collision. As far as I'm concerned right now, nobody has it worse than me. Not even African kids without food, water, Wi-Fi, Facebook or their own bedroom.

I'm eventually going to read this post, maybe in a few years and laugh about it. Because then I'll have gone through many lucky Converse shoes, two iPods and recieved many injuries. But until then, this is verging on being my WORST WEEK EVER!!!

And I have begun my horoscope experiment as of Monday: So far, so almost accurate. The results will most definetely be included in next weeks post if you're curious about the accuracy of horoscopes and astrology. I know that I'm rather impressed and a little bit startled with the accuracy.

So I shall leave you all for now. Please note that until proven wrong, the horoscope is almost always a load of bollocks.

Au revoir, Vivmarie1407

The reality of horoscopes…

Bonjour guys,

Today I looked at the horoscope for Cancer, and the one thing that they said was: 'be delicate today'. And to subscribe and get an astrological chart.

Nonetheless, I ignored it. How many times can a horoscope be right? So today I was not the epitome of delicate, in fact I was quite boisterous. And all was fine, until this afternoon, when I was yelling at my cousin to get out of a car, while I was standing next to it, and the car accelerated slightly, to the point where the wheel rolled onto my foot. For 20 seconds.

Now I'm sitting at my desk, ice pack on foot, cake at my side and a rush of numbness in my right foot.

It's got me thinking; are horoscopes accurate? So to prove if this theory is correct, I will conduct an experiment. I haven't devised how I'm going to do this, but it will be explained in my next post. Stay tuned…

If you are accident prone, have a fondness for cake or believe in horoscopes, let me know in the comments below. Post topic ideas are also appreciated.

Au revoir, Vivmarie1407

Halloween 2012

Good afternoon guys,
On Wednesday, I unleashed my inner child and went trick or treating. At my age it's a bit ridiculous, but what is more astounding is the fact that I am an unconventional dresser when it comes to costumes. This year I went as renowned Mexican artist, Frida Kahlo. Monobrow and everything, including a fake tan for authenticity.
In all the years I've trick or treated, my costumes have never been this strange. I've been a mummy, banshee, grim reaper, goth, a skanky nun and the Ancient Greek goddess, Athena.

All in all, I love Halloween. And I hope you all (in particular, my American readers :D) had a good Halloween too. It's not celebrated largely in most parts of the world, I get that, but nonetheless I hope it was enjoyable.

And in light of enjoyable, my excursion to the mangroves was almost the opposite. I know they're incredibly important to the environment and all, but they smell absolutely disgusting. Decaying organic matter and whatnot. And then there were the seagulls, ferocious ones at that; divebombing the innocent and stealing their chips at lunchtime.

I didn't trip over a razor clam and get cut, slip on algae and break my neck or get pooed on by a pelican and contract avian flu. Which is lucky, considering that any of those things could have happened.

In short, I've had a pretty fascinating week, filled with disaster and huge Frida Kahlo eyebrows. If you'd like to comment on your Halloween experience, give more reasons as to why mangroves are dangerous or possible post ideas, let me know in the comments below!!

Peace out, Vivmarie1407