[ ///[ //[ DON'T let anyone { wake me } . . . ~ i`m dreamin` out loud ; ] ] ]

Insight is always a good characteristic to hold, in any regard even. Being capable of deciphering your environment and comprehending things to a degree applicable can sometimes prove more useful than not, especially when you are your only reliant. It's a strange thought, musing the fact that the only person enabling or restricting you is you. I've said this once before, I am certain, so I need not to revisit this, but this was the first thought when I started rapping away at these tired and abused keys. As soon as I found my song for the duration of this entry, I listened to it once over and thought.

Surely, I can safely assume you've all, at the very least, have heard of One Republic. I am very much in love with their music, and I revere Ryan Tedder [ the lead singer ]'s vocal capabilities. He has proved himself impressively in more than one field of music, and even with his multiple focuses, being able to perform such passionate and evoking music - it's a skill I'm sure every musician would love to have. Well, the reason I mention One Republic is, as you might have presumed, because their song "Dreaming Out Loud" is on repeat for this lovely Tuesday eve.

Give it a listen through and then think about it. If you don't get a message right away, it's fine. It's not always going to be the first time we understand something.

So, Tuesday. November 1st! I hope you all enjoyed your weekend. Mine was relatively entertaining, and I'm certain my sharing will entertain you better than it did me.

Friday was the school Halloween dance. Subjective to multiple opinions, it turned out to be an overall disappointment; however, I was a penguin.

Yes. A penguin. [ Proof for Tapioca ]

And the best penguin there, if I might add. I think I might have expended a week's worth of energy [ countered with the candy that I would consume Monday night into Tuesday, but I digress ] from running around the space. Dancing was never a strong point of mine, but I did have a great time seeing familiar faces and great costumes. Of the many that were there, I saw a few teachers [ two of whom asked me to instruct them on the ways to perform a particular, trending dance move, which I did adequately, I'll admit ] - and one of them I did not even recognize. When I saw who it was, I exclaimed and nearly collapsed on the ground in laughter.

Hopefully, if they see this, they will not take that in any negative and insulting connotation possible. I mean, an artificial afro, lens-less glasses, and some gold accessories is enough to completely fool me, apparently. So, after running around for approximately three and half hours with [ and oft into ] my collection of new friends [ before the dance I hung out with a friend and a couple of new friends ], I headed home. But, obviously, not before sliding on the ground twice [ because I was a penguin ], doling out high-fives like there was no tomorrow, and running around the venue more times than I could count on my rather non-dexterous flippers.

It was a night well enjoyed, if I do say so myself.

Saturday morning was a bit less pleasing, though, even more satisfying, for it was a Bridges Run. The second of the year, for those who are unaware of what a Bridges Run entails, I'll shortly describe it here:

Bridges is a non-profit charity organization. Their efforts to support the homeless come in more ways than one and their participants are possibly the best batch of individuals I've met in my life. For as long as I'm aware of, Mrs. Catherine Marshall [ using her name without her consent, but I'm sure she won't mind because she is possibly one of the best people in the world, unrivaled ] has been administering the Bridges Runs, along with the participation of the Soup Kitchen [ S.H.I.P. - Summit Helping Its People ]. On these runs, clothing, donated from families, and lunches, consisting of sandwiches made by the students in my school they day of or prior to a run along with other things to fill them up and get those who need it by, are given out to people who arrive at these runs. I can honestly say that, every time we're on that bus, no matter who the mix of people are, we leave our troubles behind and cater to whatever it is they come to us for. We're on the streets with them, some designated to do different jobs, but communicating with them all the while nonetheless. I made an entry on it before, but this is just for clarification purposes.

Now, this particular run was probably one of the roughest we've had in the years I've participated.

But don't quote me on that.

It rained in the morning. Nothing major. Then, as I arrived at school, I looked out the window and found that it had started snowing! What a surprise [ even though it had been predicted ]. And what a menace this snow would prove to become. It chased after us as we made our way to our destination. Out we went, ill-prepared for what was to come ourselves, but relentless, none the less. It was very cold, I'll admit, and it wasn't the easiest task to cater to each and every person, but we did as best we could and got them back inside as quickly as possible for both their sake and ours.

It was a reminder to us of how fortunate we were to be in a position where, not only were we better off, but we were capable of using our position to help others. Extend a hand downwards to pull them to our level.

What good would pushing others down do you if you were going to be right in the same spot by the end of the day?

On the way back from Bridges, we did our routine respects. To our loyal and magnificent driver, Rudy, to our guest chaperone, to the boys on the bus, and finally to Mrs. Marshall.

I can honestly say that this is one of the things I'm going to miss about high school - my high school, in particular.

I suppose it's true what they say - that high school shapes who you are. It's not only the environment, nor is it only the people within, both those who you associate with and those who you avoid to be involved with, but it's the search for your identification. It's the truths that you look for solidification of your life. The truths you want to root yourself in and build off of.

Saturday was rather entertaining, especially after Bridges, because I spent it with a good pal of mine. And with his permission, I introduce the lot of you to the soon-to-be-famous Alexander Quow. He is too much to explain in one sitting, I'll tell you, so I'll just proceed to our times of fun. As he likes to say, "it's always fun when I got the bag of fun - fun like a bug in a rug." And, usually, the "bag of fun" entails an evening of playing video games to our best interest and entertainment.

And every time, it's the best.

All the while, the state in which I live was in a State of Emergency. Even then, we went down and jeered at the television which had the local news on - the station's broadcasters were fumbling about and making comical errors. Of course, the sensitive thoughts of those who were out in these harsh conditions never escaped us. A smile came to me as I heard Alex say, "Man, this day was great - first Bridges and now this: you just made this day a whole lot better."

And I couldn't help but laugh as he proceeded to receive multiple backhands from a particular boss in a game he was, at the time, determined to defeat.

But, I digress - the point there was not that I had done a thing to amplify anyone's day, but that he was enjoying it with the company he pleased. First friends from the Bridges run and then in the comfort of his own home, I could easily say that Alex had fun, even though I was doing the same things he was. Redundancy, let us not fall into a cycle of proving a point that's already been established.

So, as it turned out, the snowstorm - a bit preemptive and premature all the same - did its damage. A friend of mine, the lovely Julia Cicchino - one of the first faces that greeted me upon my arrival at my audition for the musical I'm currently in and now a very close friend of mine - contacted me the next morn to check up on me. Admittedly, I didn't even think to check up on every one else! I didn't even know how intense the storm apparently was, because all my neighborhood received was snowfall, thankfully enough. But, as I went through my contacts and messaged everyone, I found that they each had their share of stories to tell.

And I paid attention to each of them.

I'm fortunate to find that none of them were harmed, nor are any of their homes suffering any repercussions, but I hope that things return to normal soon for those who were inflicted. What followed Sunday was nothing short of a surprise - Halloween; yet, the snow on the ground was a fairly strange addition. Evidently, as a penguin, I had to venture out with my brother that great night and go door-to-door, smiling and thanking the people who had incessantly been braving the chilly winds of the night.

Such courageous people.

All went well, and I heard no stories of foul play from last night. I even got to meet the new neighbors who had moved in about a month ago. They're nice people, and they liked the penguin costume [ which I've failed to mention was a lend from a fellow student of mine ] and that instantly knocked them up a few pegs on my list. Of course, anyone who loves the penguin is loved by the penguin - common sense.

Haha. So, Tuesday. I've missed a day of school due to power outages and other students being unable to make it to school. I spent my day, rapping away at this keyboard as I am now. For those of you who unaware of November first's significance to particular writers, let me inform you - it is NaNoWriMo. Ah, yes, NaNoWriMo. What is NaNoWriMo? Well, it's simple, really.

National Novel Writing Month

Consider it a bit of a challenge to writers: write fifty-thousand words within the month of November, forming a story in novel-form. It happens every November, and there are communities and connections available for those who wish to pursue writing as both a hobby and career; even designated persons who are legitimately certified within the field to aid and spur along those who need the motivation. It's a very interesting personal challenge. In fact, I'd consider it a milestone, a testament to how far I've come as a writer.

And, of course, as a person. As the human mind is forever developing, I wondered what I should write about. And, soon enough, after dancing over my options, I chose a particular one, and will be sharing it with the lot of you at the end of the month, should you prove to be interested. Alas, when I sat in my chair [ or laid on my bed, I cannot actually recall where I was when I stumbled over this ] I found that a friend had shared yet another silly thing in my News Feed. Of course, I took the liberty of actually looking at it this time around - solely because it was a smiley face.

Yes, smiley faces make me smile and therefore I flock to them.

Upon inspection, I found that it was a bit of a challenge. And an interesting one at that. The smiley face consisted of many letters that gave it its form, and, at the top, were the instructions: "The first four words you see describe you."

Courtesy of Sarah "Sassdizzle" Davis

And this Sarah "Sassdizzle" Davis is a complete stranger. I contacted her before I started this entry, and hopefully she doesn't mind my highlighting her image from her "Mobile Uploads". Also, I request that you don't invade her personal privacy, despite the liberties Facebook grants, without her consent.

So, yeah. Check it out. Pluck out the first four you see and scribble them down. Think about each of them and how accurate [ or inaccurate ] they may be. Most likely, they'll be spot on and you'll smile because of it. Don't discredit yourself either, because you were the one who found it and... I suppose you can consider it... a compliment...

From yourself.

And, so, I leave you on this Tuesday evening, hoping to see you again on Friday. Enjoy your week, and thanks for reading!

Oh, and the four I got?

Peaceful, reserved, lovely, and loyal.

<3 ~ Monty
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. . . w.h.o. can ''say'' [ i f ] i`ve BEEN - changed - for the { B E T T E R } ?

It's beautiful.

The things we see with our eyes - they are so very remarkable. Whether our mind sets a particular label to whatever it is we see, it was once beautiful and wholesome. It was once pure and, possibly, still could be.

"For Good" from Wicked [ Sam Tsui & Nick Pitera ]

Another Tuesday, another weekend gone, and more tales to tell. I feel like, as of late, things have been a bit damp. Of course, with the hurdles and obstacles set to overcome in life, we come equipped with whatever it is we need. People, however, are not always going to get over these hurdles on their own. Sometimes, whether we know it our not, help is appreciated more so than we're aware.

It's a driving statement - a credo, if you will - of mine: "Everything happens for a reason." This song, "For Good" from Wicked is a favorite of a particular friend of mine. She's going through rough times, and it is most certainly excellent that she is being showered with the love and comfort that she and her family deserve. I'll repeat anything and everything I said, if I needed to, but what I said doesn't simply apply to her. And, if you're ready for smiles to come flowing from you, you better start that song from the beginning, turn the volume up, and sit back.

Compassion - it's a word that stuck with me during lessons in school today. Speaking of a particular belief system, the word "compassion" sprung up. It was dissected to the rough definition of "to suffer; with". Granted, compassion is sharing one's suffering, or doling a burden evenly. No one person can carry a mountain on their back, we all can concur. No one person should try, either. If you listen to the song, the words, lines, and melody are very passionate - connections and comprehension.

Compassion.

"Because, I knew you, I have been changed for good."

Is there much to say? All of the peace and bliss we can ever imagine and dream of stays right where it is - in our minds. It's always seen as an impossible and unfathomable thing to achieve - to have everyone on the same plane of understanding. Where this sense of inherit superiority came from is most certainly beyond me, but perspectives of life and humanity altogether have been coasting along the tidal wave of conformity. We shouldn't need to sacrifice our genuine thoughts in fright that we may get plucked from the sky.

It is important to know: we must not put each other down. Everyone makes a big deal of bullying, and many make joke of it. As serious the issue, there are many bigger dilemmas at hand. That isn't to say it should not be remedied - not at all. In fact, in order to reach such a solution, the root must be identified. And, going from the wit of my mind and the ebbs of the music, I have a feeling that everyone has the answer somewhere in them. In their mind, in their hearts - it's there.

Do not be afraid to care for others who you know, for those who may need it. In order to trust someone, you must make yourself vulnerable. Furthermore, if you truly have no discretion or anything to be concerned with, you needn't to fret over being vulnerable. Should we all behave the same in our true and genuinely genial nature, it's possible for us to hold a completely pointless conversation with an absolute stranger without all of the frivolous matters we get worked up about.

If we were all compassionate to the same degree - completely and totally - there would be no need for war. There would be no need for violence, no need for any infliction upon one another.

It sounds far-fetched, and I don't think we can achieve it in just one day, but I think we're capable of opening our eyes, sitting down for a moment to think about life, and come to a general consensus. Now, we're never going to be able to please everyone all the time, and it's human nature to change.

C. H. A. N. G. E.

It's very interesting, the change in the world. Change in time, change in people, change in existence overall. We've developed a sense to only look at the negative aspects of life, because they're weighted so much more and heavily impact us more so than the good. That does not mean we should ostracize the wonders of the world, or its inhabitants. We can look at life with bright eyes, bright smiles, bright hearts, open arms. Accepting and understanding - that is how we should proceed.

Now, I'm not here to sit and type out commands, as you all already are aware of. But, if you're listening to the same song I'm listening to [ over and over, of course ], then you'll know - better yet, you'll understand the compassion of which I speak. All it ever takes is always just a beautiful voice, some magnificent music, and impressive lyrics to turn the world upside down.

Would you listen to music that would destroy the world simply because it appealed to you? Upon a destructive path, things can only get worse; all types of music, artists, genres, etc. are exceptional and magnificent. However, when in need of enlightenment and a good atmosphere to think within, find something with a great roster of lyrics, beautiful melodies, and dedicate as much time as you need to clear your mind. It's easiest to think within your mind, but thinking aloud will verify that you are capable of such a feat:

Hosting compassion and insightful wit.

I think I'll leave you with that. Not with a method to contemplate more so than another thought to add to your collection. Go through your days, not only wonder, but wondering and then acting. A smile most certainly goes a long way, and embracing a friend or loved one is always cherished. Rough relationships considered, everyone is always proclaiming to love your family, because they're the only ones you have. While it is most certainly true they may pass on and it hurts, but they'll never leave your side.

Never.

<3 ~  Monty
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. . a . . . [ s l e e p y h e a d ] . . !

Every time I come in here, I've got this all set up in my mind: I'm going to sit down and let my thoughts stumble over my fingers, say nice things and intend to make someone's day. On occasion, I don't actually aim to make people smile with the words they read as much as I smile in reaction. It's interesting - I can say that this is neither for you, nor for myself.

Sleepyhead - Passion Pit [ A Capella Cover ]

The link there is an unlisted video on YouTube. I'd like for you to check it out. Sit down and just watch it through the whole two minutes and twenty-nine seconds that you have to spare. A good friend of mine, Christopher, tossed this at me. It is very interesting and entertaining, and she looks like she's enjoying it herself! All the more reason to smile along with it. So, with that being said, check her out - it's definitely worth switching windows and tabs to click on the repeat button.

The weekend seemed emotional for most of the people I spoke with. I would love to proclaim that my consoling of those crossing my path who have problems is far beyond superb, but I can only do as much as I can. Whether the individual takes my words as heartfelt and sincere as they should is completely up to them. Assurance and confidence - they are the two things I am learning that are very importance to the insurance of one's attitude. And, as you can expect, we want the best, happiest, and most optimistic attitude we can manage.

In finding memories that we can share, they are oft the ones that make us smile. Rarely do you think back on the times least enjoyed when reminiscing. Perhaps in jest, or - at the very least - in retrospect to the beneficial outcome, but as par custom, we look to the path with the least amount of pain and suffering possible.

Simple happiness is the one of the greatest pleasures we can strive for.

Monday, I spent time with a couple of my friends. They requested that they also make an appearance in this entry, so I decided to focus on the delightful things they did as well. Samantha and Denae, you two are very wonderful woman in your own respects and I enjoy spending time with you both. Samantha, a very jovial and carefree individual, enlightened me on something else that I would very much enjoy doing, had I ever the chance to walk through the town; in our idle voyage about, she pressed a parking meter button. Why had she done that, Denae and I inquired. Samantha explained that it would grant the particular person parked in that place an extra, default fifteen minutes.

Remarkable! Kindred souls doing the same deeds I would love to discover before my very eyes! This was a selfless deed, for people she didn't even know. She held no airs that wanted to flaunt her brandished ethics, to showcase how nice of a person she was. Sometimes, when I mull over the things I do for other people, I wonder if I'm doing it for myself more so than I am for them.

Then, I recall, that in one of my previous entries, I stated that all actions - in their own right and to their own degrees - are selfish. This is a truth, no matter from what angle you may attempt to perceive it. Samantha, with her perpetual smile and pleasantly incessant, bubbly aura soon infected myself and Denae even further as we stopped at our destination and sat a spell. We sat and talked absently, enjoying our foolish conversation as we would.

Now, it may seem like I am amplifying Samantha's persona to magnificent proportions, but these words are doing her pleasant presence no justice.

You know those people who you just find yourself gravitating toward because they make you smile because they're smiling? Even if we get distracted from whatever it is we are supposed to be doing, it's never a wasted distraction.

I'll be honest, I'm no sports fan, nor do I entirely intend to follow them any more than I already do [ which could virtually be not at all ]. However, a particular football player came into school to speak with my class today. Initially, my reaction was of distress and irritation because it was during lunch, and let's simply say that lunch is just as important as any other meal of the day. It was a massive occurrence in our day, apparently - a surprise to most. His name? Santonio Holmes of the Pittsburgh Steelers. Say what you will about the team - if you like it, disdain it, don't care much for it: whatever's fine. Sports are diverse for individuals to converse and discuss.

I, however, am not particularly interested in speaking of the facts as much as I am in enjoying the game for myself, if at all.

Mister Holmes came in and spoke to us. He spoke to us about many things: the routine and typical message of peer pressure, of directions in life, about obligations and preparation. It's as if they [ the standard public speakers ] run over the generic basics to remind us that they're older and more experienced, but not so much as to seem obnoxious and impressive about it. They'll let us experience it for ourselves, with the hope that their insight might instill a bit of justice and sense into us. I think they've little to worry about, but I digress.

Three particular topics I gathered from his speech, free and casual as it was, were of self-confidence, sacrifice, and steadfast dedication. He also focused on a positive outlook on life, but, as we all know, this is most certainly more than a vessel for that message in its entirety. I won't dive too far into the topics, because you most certainly are more than capable of dwelling on it for yourself. Ultimately, I suppose they all came back to the focus of yourself - your confidence and awareness. He gave us anecdotes to leave with; these anecdotes delivered his message with as much finesse and prowess as necessary. I can confidently say that the perspectives he shared on these particular three aspects mirrored my own.

And, with the underline of the speech being confidence more so than anything else, he relayed the importance of our identities. The quote is a bit fuzzy, but if I'm off, it doesn't entirely matter - his words were only a means to convey a message.

"It's [ The perseverance necessary in life ] about waking up one morning and taking a look in the mirror; you should know what that person looks like for the rest of your life without needing to look at it again."

-Santonio Holmes 

 And, you know what's funny? When you look in the mirror, what is it you see first? The good or the bad? Your strengths or your flaws? Mental or physical? It's an irony how we can hold others so highly esteemed, but cannot bother to grant ourselves a compliment off-handedly. Without sounding obscenely narcissistic and conceited, that is.

I dare you to wake up tomorrow. Find a mirror. Take five seconds. Observe yourself and find a flaw.

Then find an aspect about you that conquers that flaw.

If you can look past the bad to get to the good, you'll be in good enough shape to conquer the bad. "Conquer" in the sense that you are capable of acknowledging it, remedying it, and maybe even molding it into a strong point of yours. No one knows you like yourself, so how would someone be able to pick you apart without you letting them know all of your weaknesses? Better yet, why let anyone know that your weaknesses are, in that very sense, weaknesses? Why not consider them objectives and targets to pinpoint your focus on. Work on them to become better people.

<3 ~ Monty
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K E E P . your . ~ head . { ``up`` } !

I forgot to mention it when I started typing, but I'll just toss that in here. Song for this entry is Imogen Heap's "Wait It Out".

Mm. It looks like I've been slipping as of late. Slipping with schoolwork and slipping on my personal obligations, recording - all of these things which I consider important. I'm not falling drastically behind or anything, but I'll admit I'm not on top of the ball as I thought I should be. And, to be honest, I think this week of essential relaxation and a calm burden of schoolwork was what I needed.

It was Spirit Week.

I've been going to my school for four years, and every year is just as enjoyable as the others. First day, Monday, was an addition to our weekend, being Columbus Day. I took that extra day to actually buckle down and do my share of work for the weekend, even though parts of it still were incomplete - I'm not the perfect student, and I will accept that. So, Tuesday, was the first, "official" day of Spirit Week. We jump-started the week with the 3rd, Annual, Charity Dodgeball event. Let's just say, since Sophomore Year, a particular team had been dominating and going strong, and expectations were pretty high of them.

It was exciting, to say the least.

And, as you can imagine, dodgeball is so much fun - on so many levels! So, while everyone was screaming from the bleachers in adrenaline, and with an allegedly inadequate D.J. blaring his apparently unappreciated music, kids were also running around and trying their best to dodge and throw, all at the right and precise moments. I'm glad most people left with smiles on their faces, and even though there are those who take it to heart, tensions melted and we were all basically back in rhythm with one another.

Hopefully... Thankfully.

Wednesday was testing for those who take the PSATs. I spent my day "off" running around and running errands. It was a nice day, if I recall, and I got a lot accomplished. I also made amends with a particular peer of mine whom I've been having troubles with. All it took was a deep breath, a clear mind, and a tranquil demeanor. The conflict nor the individual, as always, is not important, but the simple notion that it was capable to dissolve about three years of impartially mutual tension is somewhat fathomable, is it not?

You've got some individual in your life who you do not find yourself very fond of, right?

It's remarkable, how we can hold someone over a flame, but proclaim that we're completely without scorn, not holding any grudges or regrets. Now, I can honestly say that, what I write in my Yearbook is completely true. I'll get to that in a second.

Anyway, back to Spirit Week.

The highly-anticipated arrival of Friday meant that the Talent Show had arrived. At the end of the week, students from all grades would be entering in acts to participate and showcase their personal traits that would be more than noteworthy - memorable, even. I could only imagine how many people were expecting better or worse, but everyone when out and did what they could. I've come to the collection that everyone is their best - and biggest - critic.

There were a lot of people whose acts were remarkable. I didn't get to see every single act, though I'll share my own with you all.

Darin Earl & Erik Garnes - "Keep Your Head Up" By Andy Grammer.

And, as you can tell, we had a rocky start, but a lot of things were going wrong that day, it seemed. Even after the performance. But, in my eyes, and as I always say, things always happen for a reason. Lately, I've been shrugging my shoulders at a lot of things. But, even now, with my head no longer buried in the ground out of irrational, self-imposed shame and humility, I'm proud of everyone who participated in the Talent Show, and those in the audience. They're all great.

Give me a second, my Nephew calls me. =D And I return.

Alright, so I think, despite the simmering ending to the day - as a great day always has its minor faults - that the entire week was suspect to be fairly difficult to follow. I mean that in the sense that, with a lot of things going on, finding a particular focus for this week would be much more challenging than anything else. But, I can tell you, with the smiles littering this whole week, it's absolutely absurd to say that it was not delightful.

Not too many are as fortunate as we to even be treated as we were.

I just hope, even with the Talent Show included, that I can exercise my basic beliefs in the environment of the school. I mentioned it in the "Senior Page" information for the Yearbook. Don't ask my why it's done so early, or what it was that I put exactly, because it'll be out there eventually. Just know that, compared to the rest of the entries you may have already read here or are going to read - it's nothing new.

I'd just like to say that I'm happy. Considering all that's been going on as of late, I can't complain. All of my problems could be so much worse, and all of the people around me could be so much more difficult to deal with - and for the fortune I've been able to explore and appreciate, I am grateful.

Oh! A dear friend of mine shared this quote, and I thought it was very, very interesting. I'm not entirely sure if it is an indirect quote, but I retain no right nor claim to this. But, to all of you who have read this far and will bother to read further, I love you, and I thank you. For whoever you are - whether I know you personally or not - I appreciate you for who you are. Just sit back and think for a couple of seconds after you're done reading...


And realize that it should be true.

I am thankful for:

...the mess to clean up after a party
because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

...the taxes I pay
because it means that I'm employed.

...the clothes that fit a little too snug
because it means I have enough to eat.

...my shadow who watches me work
because it means I am out in the sunshine.

...the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means I am capable of walking.

...all the complaining I hear about our government
because it means we have freedom of speech.

...that lady behind me in church who sings off key
because it means that I can hear.

...lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing
because it means I have a home.

...my huge heating bill
because it means that I am warm.

...weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means that I have been productive.

...the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours 

because it means that I am alive.

<3 ~ Monty
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< < < i . [ w o n ` t ] ; > > >

Today, we started the day out with a motivational speaker at school. Everyone can have different responses, each in their own direction, but they all heard the same thing, the same message. It's important to concern yourself with your surroundings and consider what you can perceive and utilize to the best of your ability. The individual who came and spoke with us was an individual by the name of Alton Jamison - if you've the time, you should look him up on Facebook. His underlining message was something along the lines of this:

"It's not about your rough beginning, but about your glorious finish."

 It was an impressive speech, to say the least. It seems as though it's the most natural thing for an individual of significance to come from rough backgrounds to amount to something. However, as we all know, with the right mind and intention, any good action can take you beyond the limit.

"Mental handcuffs."

These are the things that hold us back, the things that Mister Jamison shared with us of. The orange jumpsuit - obstacles and stereotypes and prejudices in our lives - from his anecdote, they are not larger than us, nor do they possess the potential to stop us on our lonesome: not without our own consent.

Who would want to dig their own grave?

It was a long day - a great day; filled with reflection and contemplation. A day filled with verifying my sentiments of certain things. I believe it to be of dire necessity to have your hand in some kind of pool of community, and provide to the atmosphere of generosity. Headed back from the Bridges run - the community service program that my school regularly assists with - I'm tossing this together on my phone. The summer was long and we all yearned to resume our regular rhythm of helping others. I don't intend to make us sound righteous or anything, but when you push all your discretion aside and wear a genuine smile for someone who needs it - out in the sun or in the rain - it's delivered when it is needed.

The best things in life are never guaranteed - "Yesterday is a history, today is a gift, and tomorrow is a mystery." We're looking forward to tomorrow, but it hasn't come yet.

Why not build your BRIDGES and help others across?

<3 ~ Monty
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Trademark song of the musical RENT? I've been interested in performing since I was young. In my last entry, I made mention of Mrs. Politano and Mr. Hagen, my musical instructors back from Elementary School. They've been my musical mentors and confidantes ever since I ran into them. I worked with them in a workshop over the summer, and I've made connections with them in regards to furthering education and an interest in the career. While it may not be the biggest milestone yet, auditioning for any play is pretty important. And it looks like things are falling in place for me.

My audition is on Monday, September 12th, 2011 at 4:00pm. Naturally, I'd be too lazy or something would come up Tuesday which wouldn't allow me to post an entry, but I'll be sure to keep the lot of you updated, one way or another. It's going to be fun, and I can already tell that, whether I make it or not, the experience is going to help even more. As one can surmise, I'm a bit excited [ despite my perpetually passive mindset ] and hope for the best, of course.

The song that I'll be using as my audition piece is also what I'm listening to [ as par necessity and practical reasons ] is Seasons of Love from - you got it - RENT. Fun times, right?

For those of you who aren't familiar with the musical, it's all over YouTube - you can search it up and listen to the numbers. I'll be honest - I can and should be much more familiar with the movie, at the very least, because I've seen it a couple of times with my lovely Chelli<3, and it never rubbed off on me that well. Or, at the very least, I never actually absorbed it. It's interesting, from what I recall. Of course, I'll be looking into watching it over this weekend and dedicating all of my efforts into performing it this time around.

Sounds reasonable and feasible, right?

Well, I don't really know what to talk about this week. Other than the audition, of course. Well, today, in remembrance of this upcoming weekend being the first decade since the occurrences of September 11th, 2001, the Music Ministry performed a snip of Alan Jackson's "Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning." It went pretty well, and it's a very reflective song that hits home. Sentiments and memories could resurface for those particular individuals who were effected - or even for those who weren't in the very least.

I'm not a huge political individual, in fact, I honestly don't care much for it. I don't particularly have any say in the matter just yet - despite the countless objections I may or may not possess to how we live - nor do I care for it. The freedoms we are granted are not to be side-armed nor are they to be abused. They're to be looked upon in gratefulness, making us thankful for what we have. It's important to pay attention to what's going on in the world - something I honestly disregard in my own fantasy world - and to be aware of where you stand. Your beliefs are important, your actions solidify your beliefs [ hence why people hold actions accountable more so than beliefs ], and it's of the utmost importance for you to belief in yourself.

It may sound a bit redundant and hypocritical all the same but we're human, fallible by default - you're the only person who can believe in yourself without fault. Once you've established faith and a secure conviction, hope, you're set. You can switch perspectives if that's what happens, of course - you're entitled to believe in whatever you want. Despite the rule around you, the restrictions and boundaries, your mind is the one of the most important things that completely liberate your soul.

So, to bring this fairly short entry full circle, it's in reflection and respect of the attack on the World Trade Center in New York of the United States of America that you should enter next week in, starting Sunday. Naturally, you can start today or have already started, but it'd be my ideal tribute for the full week, at the very least. If you know anyone who may have lost anyone or know anyone else who may have, a hug is the best and simplest gesture of care and understanding. Reminiscing isn't to bring tears of mourning, it is to bring back memories of that past - the good times and the bad. The hardships you've gone through in life and the things that make you struggle to this very day. If it's important to you, then it was worth what you had to go through to get there.

If you're hurting and struggling, you most certainly are not the only one. There are others who are worse off than you, others who are even on your same level, and others who have not yet known the burdens that you carry and who are in a fortunate stance for you to forewarn them of. You cannot carry anyone else's burden, you cannot resolve them of such a thing if it is of their own experience. However, you can share your burdens and together trudge on, looking forward in life and living on as all those who are looking down upon you wish for.

Thank you to all of those individuals who keep us safe, from day start to day end and then all over again. Thank you to all of those who dedicate their lives to the people they've never met, the people they don't even know, the people who've gone and past their lifetimes, and the people yet to come. Thank you for everything, and may blessings be upon you all.

<3 ~ Monty

:: w h e n [ i ] {think i`m ready} . . . TO LET YOU GET ____ undermyskin .

I try to avoid making mention of specific events, but it's a rather pressing matter. Living on the upper, east coast of America [ the USA to be precise ] leaves my neighbors and fellow settlers prone to annual tornadoes and hurricanes and whatnot. The most recent [ and first of this year to reach us, if I'm correct ] was Hurricane Irene. Frankly, I was never intimidated because of the collective confiding in the news reports and the belief that I would be fine - if something happened, then it happened; not too much I could do about that. But, on behalf of all of those who were afflicted by the Hurricane along the East Coast, I want to forward wishes of safety and recovery from all of the willing voices and minds, whether they agree or not.

As it were, the hurricane took lives and property, damaging things in its path. It was made joke by those who were barely phased and abhorred by those who were in its direct path, only to watch it play "chicken" with them. I'd just like to put it out there that natural disasters happen all the time, and yet panic rises at the sign of the routine danger. I speak with my friend of the mindset and perspective of people as a whole, and most often than not, we concur with what Agent K [ Tommy Lee Jones ] told Agent J ( at the time, James Edwards ) [ Will Smith ] in the movie Men In Black [1997] to leave him in contemplation of his joining:

A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow.

Fascinating, how accurate that is.

Now, I'm not in a sour mood - not at all. I'll let you know that I'm actually on the underside of mellow, listening to Kimbra's "Two Way Street". I stumbled across her on youtube the other day, and even across all those seas, I adore her and her little jigs. Go check her out - she has a different, unique voice, some strange moves and a captivating aura. I showed her a friends already, and one in particular found a music video creepy and had to flee from it. I found that pretty funny.

Oh, before I forget: Ashycat says hello, everyone!

Right, so what shall we speak of today? Ah! Rekindling and connections seems to be prodding at me. So, let's go with that.

Remember your first day of Pre-School or Kindergarten?

Neither do I.

It's all in bits and pieces, but maybe that's just me. I remember Pre-School because of the teachers and the location itself. I remember Kindergarten because it was where I met my first best friend. Elementary school was the trampoline from where I would leap off into good graces, I suppose, because all of my teachers [ if not most ] loved me. When I look back on my days as a tiny one, I never thought twice that I was anything different from anyone else. But, when I spoke with a few of my teachers and instructors, they had nothing but marvelous things to say. I suppose that's a common thing when we're trying to make connections and go places, to compliment and actually mean it, but I could sense that they were being more than genuine.

"...The best a teacher could ask for..." - Mrs. Politano, my music teacher / chorus director in Elementary School.

I adore Mrs. Politano and Mr. Hagen - they're the best. I'm sure you've all got favorite teachers and memories. Even my art teacher, Miss Jenkins remembers me, and playfully shared that she still has a picture of me knitting. Yeah, I know, I laughed at that too. But, I swear, it was part of a club / extra-curricular thing! And I was barely any good. I can't even find the thing I knitted [ nor remember it ], but it was kind of fun, I'll admit. Anyway! Not the point!

Sometimes... things just fall into place, and more oft than not, they happen for a reason, as I've always been consoling people of.

Do you remember your friends from First Grade? Do you still go to school with them?

I barely remember all of them anymore. And I haven't gone to school with a single person from my elementary school [ to my knowledge ] yet. I think it's a great thing, actually - I get to make more friends! Of course, if you've been going to the same school as most of your original and foremost friends, you're more than capable of doing the same thing - making new friends. So many different paths to reach the same conclusion - it's interesting, really.

So, this sort of happened like a domino-effect, actually.

An old friend of mine found me! She told me that it's been the longest since she actually got to talk to me, to see me, and that she'd missed me a lot! I was surprised because, to be honest, I barely remembered where I knew her from. Rather, I was actually uncertain - whether I knew her from a program or from elementary school. She looked much different, as time would allow, and so I played along. Whether she knows of this miniscule uncertainty now is beyond me, but if she reads this, she will. Incidentally, she was the one who restarted me on my youtube-grind, covering songs for friends.

And for that, I am more than grateful.

But, after her, I wondered how many of the others I remembered from Elementary School... And how many remembered me. Granted, the highlight of my Elementary School days was the greatest thing I've ever done there, and something that would tag along with me for years to come. I barely forgot about it entirely until I was reminded by the few, familiar faces that would pop up - even family members who were present.

Basically, it was a performance at a recital, and I did pretty well. But... That's a story for another time.

So, I asked her how many of the kids we went to school with go to the school she attends now, and she started listing some, a lot of them familiar - even more unspoken of. One in particular popped up in my head that she didn't speak of - my best friend from Kindergarten. I'll share the story of how I remember meeting him, actually. It's a pretty funny one:

From my recollection, it was snack time or something, and I had a box of grape juice. Phasing right through the story, I had the hiccups and then as the class was being ushered and escorted elsewhere, my hiccups elevated into regurgitation of the grape juice. Disgusting, sure, but it's so funny now that I look back on it - who gets a best friend from that? Well, of course, the sentimental and kind soul that helped me and walked with me to the nurse - just down the hall and around the corner, from what I remember - was that same best friend I wondered of when speaking with the familiar girl.

I don't mention names because I haven't asked them if I could use their names, but they'd know who they are. All you need to know is that they're people. And real, at that.

After that, I don't really remember because it wasn't that special. My mother probably came to pick me up for early dismissal or I probably changed my shirt - anything could have happened. After graduation from the Fourth Grade, though, I wouldn't see or speak with any of them for another seven or eight years. That's a  lot of time to me, even compared to the entire existence of the world.

Now, I don't know if he remembers that, or if he considers that the solid sealing of what was to be our friendship, but even as we stumbled across one another via indirect contact - as in, not face to face - I still remember that. There's the good aura of an unresolved and continuing friendship, so I'm happy about that. I can't help but wonder, though, why we've run into each other now, instead of keeping ties. Not that we could have done much of that ourselves, but it's something I just wonder of.

Is there anyone you were friends with, anyone who you know is alive and well, but don't see anymore? Or don't consider yourself friends with because you've faded apart?

Surely, I've friends like this, and it's a bit upsetting that I've let less than a handful go, but I work hard to try and keep my friendships alive and well - even if they're as simple and platonic as things can be.

I just want you all to understand that there's no such thing as an eternal rival - a nemesis. We dole these labels of hatred out to people whom we are afraid to befriend because they're unlike us, they've different interested, or we simply don't mingle well together. Everything worth having takes effort, I suppose. And, as we all are aware of, enough hatred can mar something beyond repair.

You wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of the brunt of everyone's hatred, would you? If the whole world beat you up with sticks and stones and spat on you, making you feel worse than you could surmise, wouldn't you much rather bargain to say "hi" to that kid everyone's ignoring, or even take back or apologize for an obscene insult that was completely out of line and hollow as could be [ or even not say it in the first place ]?

It's simple: think. Think before you act. Think of what you're going to do, and who's involved. I don't know what you're going to think, or if it's going to be a good thing, but sometimes - sometimes -  the right decisions just pop up in the center of your mind when you're in a state of contemplation.

I'll revisit my first entry for the closing here: "It's always nice to know someone, somewhere cares. =]"

Thanks for reading along. Enjoy your weekend.

<3 ~ Monty