Have you ever gone out on a limb, and had it break under you, dropping you two stories and landing you in the hospital?

Whats the point in taking chances if you only ever get hurt? I mean, sure there's that slim chance that it'll work out, but I mean really, why bother?

Thats all that ever seems to happen to my friends and I.

Like, someone seems cool to you, so you decide to try and become friends. But then you act like a fool, and they decide they don't like you.

Thats how it always goes, and I end up hating myself for being myself because some other person may or may not like the way I phrase my sentences.

Why do we care so much about what people think? Is it because we want to have a bond with another human, to be able to say "I'm accepted"? Or is it because we can't deal with that false idea being shattered before our eyes.

In the perfect society, nobody would care about you being weird, they wouldn't care how you acted different, they would like you for who the hell you are. But this isn't a perfect society. People judge others by a handful of premeditated words designed to make you seem acceptable by society's standards.

Going out on a limb will break you.

So I am slowly getting worse at the daily posts.....I'm sorry =( But you know what? It's kinda hard for everyone to keep up anyway if I post daily. So how about I only post now if either I have something important I want to discuss, or you guys want me to talk about something specific.
-N

Hi guys.


I've been a bad daily blogger




I missed yesterday




and my other posts lately haven't been that good.



It's Passover. And I'm going on a trip soon. And I have scenes and dances to memorize.



Don't kill me


<3
N

Nerdfighter: A person who, instead of being made of organs and bones and tissue, is made up completely of Awesome. They battle Decepticons and decrease World-suck.

Decepticons: The people who are the opposite of nerdfighters, and are made of suck; i.e.your typical popular kids.

World-Suck: How much suck there is in the world. Every time you donate to a charity or eat a corn-dog, it decreases.

Happy dance: The dance you must do when you are extremely happy.

DFTBA: Don't forget to be awesome

Vlogbrothers: Our fearless founders, John and Hank Green

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyQi79aYfxU

DFTBA
-N

We all wear masks.

It's just a fact of life; we act differently around different people, and we can't even be honest with ourselves most of the time.

I believe that life is a masquerade, and we are all just guests. The lucky ones are the jesters, the ones who can take off their masks. They get laughed at, but they show who they truly are.

I want the courage to become a jester.

-N

Don't you hate it when you think you buried something, then it rises from the grave to eat your flesh? Um, wait, that's zombies. I think I meant "rises from the grave to bother you again." Yup, that's the one.

Like Q. I had forgotten alllll about Q. And then Q decided to remember me. Joy-oh-joy.

Q was a human (not a zombie) I used to like and who I had embarrassed myself in front of irreparably. That was a few years ago, and I figured Q had forgotten all about me, or if he remembered who I was, brushed the memory off like a shower of dandruff.

Apparently not.

See, I had convinced myself Q hated me and was ridiculously annoyed by me, so I decided to forget Q. Apparently Q wants to see me this weekend. Wow, I'm confused.

What do you think? Can friendships (or potential ones) be ruined (or not started) because of what people think the other person thinks of them? Why are what you think the other person thinks, and what they actually think sometimes so drastically different? Leave your answer in the comments (which are working again).

-N

Should I really post daily if nobody reads this? What, might I ask, is the point? If you care, leave me a comment. If not, I'll stop my daily blogging and only do it like two or three times a week.
-N

Okay followers (all two of you)! I'm not quite sure what to write about at the moment, as I have to go to rehearsal in about 15 minutes, soooooo I am going to use this post to ask you what YOU want to ask ME! It can be anything, anything at all. I promise to answer all the questions to the best of my ability (except like, my name and stuff. I'm Nobody, remember?). So what are you waiting for!? Go post!

She looks on mournfully

as her parents

friends

teachers

family

slip away

A bystander in the game of life.

A piece not yet moved,

a future undecided.

Four fingers and a thumb

curl into a fist,

and,

hard and fast,

collide with a window

shattering the view

of her world.

Breathe, she tells herself.

It's over.

And she leaves it

all in

ruins.

"I'm not saying that you are "unattractive" by any stretch of the imagination."

Well now. That's an interesting way of putting something.
First of all, I would like to make it clear that I am not attacking the person who wrote this, he happens to be a very close friend who was trying to make me feel better.

No, I'm not too happy with his choice of words.

Have the word "pretty" and all its synonyms suddenly been ostracized from the English language? I mean, it's not difficult to say "Dude, that's pretty awesome!" and "You're totally right!" so why not be able to take two of those words and put them together. "Dude totally"? No. "That's right"? Try again. "Totally awesome"? Really now people?

Try "You're pretty". It's two words that can have an insane impact on a girl, and it's not at all hard to say!

I mean, "I'm not saying that you are "unattractive" by any stretch of the imagination." is quite a mouthful.

Giving someone a compliment can make their whole day. Trust me, I know. However, doing your best not to give a compliment without hurting someone's feelings can have a suckish effect.

Yes. Suckish is an adjective.

To put it simply folks, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

Hi there! You've found a way to my blog! Good for you =) Now, you don't know me, I don't know you, let's keep it that way, shall we? However, if you really want a name for me, just call me Nobody (5 points if you can tell me what Greek myth that's a play off of). Because that's what I am, a teenage Nobody. As for some background, that will come in time (if I'm feeling generous). All you need to know is that I'll be using this as a way to voice my opinion, rants, and occasional piece of literature in this big world we call the internet, and hope that maybe some other teenage Nobodies will listen.