Trick-Or-Treat?

Halloween, a day where kids get all dressed up and go house to house collecting candy--the only time taking candy from strangers is acceptable. Halloween is the second most popular holiday, right after Christmas. Although this is a holiday is adored by all, it wasn't always like this.

Halloween used to be called "All Hallows Eve" that dates back to over 2000 years ago and was originally a pagan holiday to celebrate the dead. All Hallows Eve was the eve of All Saints Day, and was for Christians to convert pagans. Halloween can be traced back to the Druids, a Celtic culture in Ireland, Britain and Northern Europe. It was during the feast of Samhain, which is held annually on October 31st to honor the dead. 

Samhain means "summers end" or November. It was a festival with huge bonfires, marking the end of the Celtic calendar and the beginning of a new year. The Celts believed that spirits lived on, but not all were good. So they left out treats and gifts, to ensure the growth of crops the following year. This is here trick-or-treating came from.

This stemmed several creepy stories, such as the Clown Statue. A young couple had a Halloween party to attend and called Maria to babysit their 8 month old. At around 10:30, the baby fell asleep, so Maria tucked in the baby and went to watch TV upstairs in the parents' bedroom, where they had a plasma TV. She saw in the corner of the room a life sized clown statue that sort of creeped her out, so she put a sheet over it. Feeling somewhat reasured, she went back to the TV. The phone rang downstairs, and all she heard was heavy breathing. At first she thought it was her friends being idiots, so when it rang again she told them to cut it out, but instead of her friends' laughter, she heard a male voice say "I'm closer than you think." Feeling a little freaked, she hung up. She heard a "thump" and started panicking. When the phone rang a third time, she asked the person to leave her alone, to which the stranger answered sarcastically "Hey, I'm warning the police." Terrified, she ran back upstairs, and heard the loudest THUMP. She was about to check on the baby, when SLASH! The clown chopped her head off. The neighbours heard the screams and called the cops. When they got there, they found nothing. All the doors had been thrown open except for one: to the master bedroom. They found a girl without a head and a strangled baby stuffed in the closet. By the window was a chair with the girls head, a butcher knife and a note that said "I warned you guys, didn't I? Signed, Prisoner."

Creepy? Yeah. http://www.halloween-website.com/emily_rose.htm That is a real story. The story of Emily Rose. It is a true story, and is not in any way fake. They also made a movie, based on this story called "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". 

Happy All Hallows Eve everyone....

Perfectly Imperfect

"I'm not a perfect girl. My hair doesn't always stay in place & I spill things a lot. I'm pretty clumsy & sometimes I have a broken heart. My friends & I sometimes fight & maybe some days nothing goes right. But when I think about it & take a step back, I remember how amazing life truly is & that maybe, just maybe, I like being unperfect..." 
-Anonymous


Lately I've felt like I have to be perfect or something. Hair placed properly, never making a mistake, perfect life. But honestly? Who cares? Nobody really is, and I don't think anyone really IS perfect. What IS "perfect"? 


I fight a lot with my friends, some more than others, my hair is an untameable the vast majority of the time, I am the clumsiest person I know. I can trip on anything from a tiny little rock to a flat surface. You name it, and I've probably tripped on it. I always seem to find stains on my clothes from my meals, and half the time I feel like NOTHING is going right. I have so much energy that I can hardly ever sit still, I talk way too much and people sometimes have to tell me to shush. I bounce around and love saying hello to strangers. Cause maybe they feel sad and just getting a happy hello from someone will make them feel better, even though my friends think that it's odd that I do that. I am extremely blunt in my opinion and a lot of the time, I should probably think before I speak, but I don't and I sometimes hurt the people I love un-intentionally because of my big mouth. But you know what?


Despite all my faults, I am surrounded by people who love me, people who care about me. Sure, I've had my heart broken and it's still healing. I have a lot of trouble trusting people because of what I've been through in my life. I've been hurt and kicked when I was down. I tend to think that it's my fault, even when it isn't, not even close. But if people are still there for me no matter what, so I must be doing SOMETHING right, right? 


I like to think of myself as "perfectly imperfect", sort of imperfect, but in just the right ways. Most people accept me for who I am. 


"The people that care, don't matter and the people that matter, don't care."


Peace&Love
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Cyber Bully?

So as you may have noticed, I don't have a quote today but I have something I'd really like to talk about.

Yesterday some kid at school decided it would be cool to make this Facebook event. Basically, they want all grads to freeze (as in, stop moving) at the first bell "for fun". Now, I thought it was kind of cool and funny. I mean, ALL 300 of us freezing? It was a pretty funny idea. Unfortunately, a friend of mine didn't really like the idea and thought it was pretty stupid. Now, I love him like a brother, but he was pretty stupid in commenting his opinion ON THE EVENT. Clearly his opinion would stir up trouble right?

After a day of his comment fermenting for about a day, people start commenting. I sort of predicted the hate mail. But right now, there are 48 comments on it. 98% of those comments are swearing at him, insulting him and people being complete jerks. This actually really bothers me. He's a pretty good friend of mine, so being a good friend, I stuck up for him. Guess what happened? All the hate turned to ME for defending him. Surprise, surprise. For a while there they even thought he wasn't a "real person" so they decided that it made it okay for them to completely bash this person. Eventually they realized that they in fact DO know him, and sort of apologized.

So let me ask you this, if you "don't know" the person, does that make it OKAY to say hurtful things? In my books, it doesn't, but clearly for them, it's OKAY. Well you know what? It is never, ever okay to be mean to someone. I'm sorry but I know he was a bit out of line saying what he said, but that DOES NOT make what they did okay. They just all ganged up on him because his opinion wasn't the same as theirs. Which, in my books, is so not okay. People shouldn't spend their wednesday nights ganging up on other people and being mean. Half these people probably have homework to do, or some form of catching up because they are all failing at school. But instead what do they do? They all gang up on this one guy.

I'm very certain that if he would have said it out loud to peoples faces, they wouldn't be able to say HALF the things that they said. It's like the internet, facebook and cellphones make it easier to put each other down. Facebook used to be somewhere to keep your friends updated on what you're doing and putting funny pics up of you and your friends. Now? It's just a bunch of people insulting each other because they happen to have different opinions.

God I hate high school....


Peace&Love

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Ignorance is BLiss, But Knowledge is Power

"Dance like no one is watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like no one is listening, and live like it's heaven on earth."- William Purkey

This right here is probably my favorite quote. I find that it really represents ME. I love this quote with all my heart and I can’t even explain WHY.

So I decided to use this quote today because I am suffering from an injury to the hip which has incapacitated my ability to dance. Don’t worry, it’s nothing too serious (I hope) I haven’t seen a doctor—yet—but I will soon. In the mean time, I’ve decided it would be best to put my dancing on hold, no matter how hard it is.

I think what this quote is trying to say is don’t sweat the small stuff, don’t let what other people think affect you and to just LIVE. Obviously in high school there will be the drama and the jerks and the people that can’t stand you and the people that find it thoroughly amusing to harass and annoy you. But you know what? Who cares? Who CARES what they think? You shouldn’t let their opinions affect you because they don’t matter. Not to you.

On the first day of school my journalism teacher told us that a meteor was heading for the United States and it was HUGE. We had about two more weeks to live. When we all started to panic, he told us, it was not true. He then told us this quote: “Ignorance Is Bliss, But Knowledge Is Power.” Then he asked us to write down whether we would have wanted to know (Knowledge is Power) or if we would have rather stayed oblivious the news (Ignorance Is Bliss) and to say why. I think it’s good to just live in the moment, not worrying about what’s coming next.

Dance like no one is watching: dance like you don’t care what other people think.

Love like you’ll never be hurt: go into relationships not caring about what has happened in the past.

Sing like nobody is listening: sing like you don’t care what others think. Say what you want because your opinion MATTERS.

Live like it’s heaven on earth: live like there are no problems in our world.

Once again, yours truly has managed to make NO SENSE AT ALL.

Peace&Love

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Punishment.

"If you can disparage someone behind their back, be prepared to say it to their face."
-Huntley Addie


Disparage: to lower in esteem; discredit. Synonyms: depreciate, discredit. 


I'm writing about this subject in particular because I have been "disparaged" a lot behind my back by people that don't actually have the courage to say it to my face. It's like they can say it to all their friends, laugh and giggle about it, yet when confronted, they can't say it. This actually REALLY bothers me. I'm sorry but if you can talk about me to your friend, then you better be ready to say it to my face. 


Thanks to technology (i.e. facebook, text messaging, emails, etc.) people no longer have the social skills to communicate face to face. Guess what happens then!? They can't express their opinions to people. Have you ever noticed how people are all tough and cool in texts and don't have a problem insulting you but the SECOND you're face to face it's like "OH HEY THERE BEST FRIEND." Why? Why can't people tell me how they really really TO MY FACE? Why do they have to tell all their friends and the ENTIRE SCHOOL and not me? 


High school is completely ridiculous like that. Why? WHY!? Because teenagers are evil human beings that enjoy tearing each other down. It's like, they feel the need to destroy each other and make each other as miserable as possible. But the real kicker is when it's a teacher doing the tearing.


Since the beginning of last year, my dance teacher seems to really HATE ME. I've had her every single year since grade 7. Yet, she decided that last year, BAM insta-hate. Why? I'll probably never know. Now, this woman chooses to do everything in her power to make my life miserable. She even made me cry a few times, one of those times was today. You know how girls can be really mean in that subtle way? That's what she does. It's like "K, you graduated from high school YEARS ago. Get over yourself." She speaks to me in such condescending ways it's ridiculous. It's like I'm BELOW her. I really dread dance, every single time. Dance is my LIFE. How can this person make me hate it? It's a mystery.


Sometimes I wonder what I did to God to possibly deserve this treatement. I mean, did I do something really bad like kill little babies in a past life or something? And he's choosing to punish me now? Man I don't even believe in this stuff, but some people do you know? And maybe it does happen. Maybe in my next life I'll be a bird. Or a monkey. Or a spider.


Peace&Love


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Past, Present & Future

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

-Buddha

This quote is Buddha's fancy way of saying "Live in the moment". I base how I live on that quote. I don't think about the past, I don't get bothered by the past because it's in the past. No matter how hard you try, you can't change it because it already happened. I don't think about ..TOMORROW. I don't think about the future, you know why? It's not going to happen any faster if I think about it. It's going to happen when it happens. If anything, you'll build it up SO MUCH that it just disappoints you. Essentially, nothing can be better than what you imagine. 

So, after all that, I'm going to explain WHY I chose this quote. I chose this quote because for a good portion of my life, I did the exact opposite of this quote. I was always dwelling the past, trying to fix it and such. I was always anticipating the future, never once appreciating the NOW. I never appreciated who was in my life and what happened in my life, until it was gone and too late to appreciate it.

"Live everyday like it was your last." That's another ...quote I live by. You have to be able to express what you think and how you feel. Following? If you actually lived everyday like it was your last, what would you do? Would you CARE if you told people how you really felt and your actual opinion if you thought today was your last day? Probably not. It's a philosophy I live by. Know why? Because you never know when your last day is. Heck, I could die in a car crash tomorrow and you know what, I need to be able to be PROUD of my life when I die. Have I accomplished everything I want to accomplish? Probably not, but I sure as hell am trying. Have I said what I really think whenever I could? Heck yes. 

Now, I'm not perfect. Actually, I am nowhere NEAR perfect. I have held myself back for a lot of things, because I was afraid of getting hurt. I've hurt people because I was afraid that if I did do what my heart wanted, I would just get hurt. It's not an excuse, and I'm not proud of it, but like Buddha said, "Do not dwell on the past". So, I'm not going to dwell on my missed opportunities, just live in the moment, and hope to God I make good decisions down the line that I will be proud of.  

Peace&Love

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64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, hey girl, magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no - I want magenta!"
-John Mayer


So here I was, browsing the net for a good quote that INSPIRED me for a new post. I just so happened to fall on this one and I knew right away, this was the one. I told myself  "Damn DancingThruLife, if you don't write a post about this, you'll regret it." So here I am, ready to discuss crayons with you lovely internet folk. Now, for those of you who have no idea what this is talking about and think I'm on crack, don't worry. There is more to it than crayons and what color the crayons are and how many their are.


So, we've all met that person that's a total superficial jerk. Right? Like they aren't all there, or just too into themselves to care about anything but them. Am I right? If you're reading this and thinking "Nope, never met someone like that." Then I'm sorry to say, but you're probably one of those jerks. These "jerks" are the box of 8-crayons. Making sense yet?


I, like John Mayer, like to think of myself as a 64-crayons box with the fancy little sharpener. Sure, I've got me some crayons missing, but if I didn't I'd be perfect, and newsflash, NOBODY is perfect, no matter how hard they try to be. Unfortunately for me, I always meet those 8-crayons boxes. You would think I attract the 64's right? But they always say, "opposites attract." Now, I'm not one to quote someone as "they", but really, who said that for the very first time? Nobody really knows. 


At the end there, John Mayer says he wants magenta, but she's going on about her purple. In those little 8-color boxes, have you ever found MAGENTA? Nope. Its always purple. Sure, magenta and purple are pretty much the same but just because they are alike, should you settle for purple just because you can't find the magenta you want?


Once again, I haven't made sense. If you're sitting there passing judgement about my sanity, then you may want to stop reading this blog. Cause guess what? I'm always like this.


Peace&Love.


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You aren't what you say you are, you are what you do.

"I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus, on the pain, the only thing that's REAL."
-Johnny Cash


That is a lyric from a song called Hurt by Johnny Cash. It's actually a really good song, despite the morbid message it gives off. I was reminded last week by people who mean a lot to me that I haven't posted in a long time. I guess I really ....clicked that people actually care about me and about what I have to say. I started this blog so I can keep the people I don't talk to on a regular basis updated on my life. I stopped because I got a lot of mean comments from people and insults and just altogether making me feel worthless because of this blog. I sort of felt like it was pointless to be doing this, since all it seemed to do was hurt me. This song is the reason why I stopped blogging.


Now, before you all panic, I don't physically hurt myself. (Dad, put the phone down. Chill.) I guess it's more emotional. I let people hurt me, and I shouldn't, but that still makes the hurt my fault.


There is always going to be that one person that just doesn't like you for no particular reason, they just don't. All it takes is that one person to make you feel as if the world is crashing down around you. Like the waves are swallowing you whole, and pushing you down every time you try getting back up. You just feel like you're drowning, you go numb, and nothing can help you. You just don't feel anything anymore. All this, because of one person. You just put on a happy face, because people think it's easier to think that you're okay, than knowing the harsh truth of reality. People don't care anymore, they'd rather see something happy and fake, than sad and true. So I put on the happy face for everyone, and pretended I was okay, when I really wasn't.


I want to talk a bit about what made me want to start blogging again. In part, it is about the people that spoke to me about my lack of blogging in the past couple of months, but that isn't the main reason. Have you ever met someone that made you want to change your life around? Maybe be better? Or maybe just try? Well, I met this person on my first day of school. I'd heard about him a lot around the school, and I really wanted him as a teacher. Imagine my excitement when I found out I indeed had him for my last year of high school. He comes off as a bit ADHD. He is crazy and he talks fast and jumps from one idea to another in a matter of seconds, without ever finishing his thought. He sort of reminds me of me. Last week, he said "You are not what you say you are, you are what you DO." That really got me thinking about what I've been "doing" the past few months. What have I been doing? I've been FAKE. I wasn't being myself. I was, but not really. Even if I was sad, or mad, or upset, I always acted happy, to please others. Why? I can't answer that.


This man whom I am talking to you about is my journalism teacher. (I apologize sir if you are reading this you feel awkward.) He's one of those people that says something, and it makes you think. I mean really think. He's also really, brutally honest. Some people may think that's...bad, but I don't think so. I find it refreshing, since our world is filled with fakes, people who give you false impressions of themselves, and lie to your face, just because the truth is harder. It's rare that you'll find someone that's REAL. Something real. And when you do....it's bliss.


I know this post didn't make sense, but then again, nor have my other ones.


Peace&Love