One Day Without Shoes

I'm really excited to participate in this day. It's going to be hard to go the entire day without ever putting shoes on, and I'll probably get yelled at by my professors but it'll be worth it if I can get the word out. In America, kids take going barefoot for granted, but in countries around the world, people actually DIE from not having shoes. I've already bought (or rather, received for Christmas) one pair of Toms and I can't wait to buy another pair.

One for One.

Michael Buble

I used to make fun of Michael Buble (called him "Bubbly") but after hearing this song, I fell in love with him. He's really kinda awesome and this song is one of my recent favorite songs to listen to. The video also gets to me. When I was little, I would dream about running on top of the aisles at Walmart. I'd run and run forever and it was amazing.

Things I learned at the Concert

Nick Santino is even cuter in person.

Not all bands suck live, some are actually kick a**.
 
13 year old girls love this type of music.
 
Skip the Line had extra perks, such as acoustic sets by Mayday.
 
Travis is crazy.

His mom sews his pants after shows.
 
Love is like a Mickey Mouse bobblehead.

Walking around the ghet-to of Atlanta with red wine brain is a bad idea.
 
When in doubt, blame Fall Out Boy.
 
Don't shoot out the WTK gang sign in the ghetto, it's not the same as Westside.

Don't tell sketchy men that you don't have a way of contacting the authorities.
 
There's a difference between lying and protecting your band.
 
Don't let their name fool you, A Rocket to the Moon thought NASA sucked. (but mostly because they couldn't see the launch pads)
 
Chipotle is the only thing any of the bands eat.

WTK will call you if you write a message and your number on a beach ball.
 
The HOB is my favorite place.

I want to go again in April. 

Beauty

Today is "Tell her she's beautiful" day according to Facebook. When the event first got started, I thought it was another stupid Valentine's Day event made to make single people feel bad about themselves, but now I have a different view.

I got a text this morning from a friend telling me I was beautiful. It was the first thing I saw when I climbed down from my bed and my first reaction, instead of smiling, was to be confused. I just stared at my phone wondering what was going on and trying to figure out if he had sent it or if someone stole his phone. Finally, I realized what day it was and thanked him.

The point of my story is that it's pretty sad that it takes a special day for people to tell other people that they're beautiful. And it's pretty sad that I didn't know how to respond to such a text. Shouldn't we (and by we, I mean all humans) be told that they're beautiful every single day? We definitely shouldn't be surprised when someone says that to us, especially a friend who I know thinks that I'm pretty.

Girls, and guys for that matter, in America grow up thinking no one wants them. Thinking they aren't beautiful because they don't have blond hair, blue eyes, wear a size 00, or have perfect skin. Whatever happened to the phrase "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" or "Beauty is only skin deep"?

I'd be lying if I said I have never fallen into the American beauty trap. I'm just as surprised as the next girl when someone tells me I look good. I nearly died when someone that looked like Adam Pittman told someone who looked like me that he liked me (whether he was lying or not, I still don't know, but that's not the point). The point is, we put too much on looks and not enough on what's inside a person. We're surprised when someone tells us we're pretty. We don't know how to respond or what to think. And something needs to be done about that.

So, tell her she's beautiful not just today, but everyday until all of America understands what beauty really is.

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Let’s see… I can’t really think of anything special or important to say right now. I’m just ready for this semester to be over. Maybe that’s why I haven’t written anything. It’s not like I haven’t been having fun, it’s just that I’d rather be having fun elsewhere. I’m sick of nasty food. I’m sick of middle school-like drama. I’m sick of not being able to go anywhere. I’m sick of having the time to watch three movies in one day.
It’s week 5/14.
The one thing I am looking forward to is the concert. It’s going to be epic and fun and amazing. I can’t freaking wait. It’s all I really have.
But quite honestly, I’m sick of talking about this. I don’t want anyone else to ask me how I feel. I don’t know why people don’t get that.

ARTTM

Things like these get me excited for next week....


http://twitpic.com/11kl8h

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k4GMVdOycs&feature=player_embedded

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3Dmi0pD7UY&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13sMSdlToHg&feature=related

It's basically going to be the COOLEST show ever.

And I'm donating money to a worthwhile cause just by going. Check out Driving for Donors and Take Action.

I am completely, irrevocably in love with Notebook Doodles. That girl has amazing talent. The background of my computer is always changing between her sketches. Everyday she posts one that I love more and more.

Check it out!