{ THOUGH } i walked . home . a.l.o.n.e. - g-u-i-d-i-n-g - ME : HOME :

I've never heard of The Finches before! It's actually surprising, too, because they're not that bad. Their song "The House Under the Hill" is very nice and easy to listen to. At the very least, it's been soothing me down a bit, especially since I'm just about to rocket into the sky. It's Friday: the start of the weekend.

Honestly, when I settled into bed about two hours ago, I looked back and felt as though I had done Tuesday's entry the day before! The week had flown right by for me. I wish I could say the same for many others, who have been exhausted by life as of late, but all I can do, as usual, is advise them to take care of themselves. After all, it is the season for influenza and all that fantastic stuff.

Well, I wanted to firstly mention a newer friend of mine, Michele Wiesen, for this very nice song that, apparently, needs more publicity. So, here you go~! Enjoy!

Right, so, it's the eleventh of November in the year two-thousand and eleven. I find it very strange that that has occurred and incidentally it is a Friday. Surely, it's just as possible it could have fallen upon a Tuesday, but a blog-day in general is simply peculiar to me. Don't mind me, though - let's get started, shall we?

I'd like to acknowledge that, just about two months ago, I was starting my first days back to school. Likewise, I would be experiencing what would be my first audition for my first show - at least, for my high school career in another school. In a week - seven days - is opening night. It might not have been that long of a time, but it surely did go by fast. And, it's hitting us all in the face. I've made quite the number of friends - I'd like to say of everyone in the cast and even a few stray, sorry souls who had to encounter me when in the midst of more than three individuals. Heh, sorry if I've ever surprised you when I didn't truly intend to - it can be a bit overwhelming at times.

Right, so~ as if this were a shining moment [ which it, more or less, is ] I'd like to thank a bunch of people. Of course, they don't have much of a say whether they're being mentioned or not: Alexa Baglione, my best friend who shoved me into this with the most support in the world; Kieran Windorf for all of his moral support [ <3 ]; my musical instructors since Elementary School - Kevin Hagen and Maria Politano, who are the best; and all of the individuals who've made this possible. All the participants, all the people who are coming to see it, and everyone they're involved with. It's just a lump-sum of gratefulness. I don't even know where it's going, and I don't care.

I'd hug them all, if I could.

And, with that said, all of you are ridiculously amazing. Of course, the concerns of losing contact wouldn't dare surface into reality, so we'll just leave it at that.

I feel like I'm making a bit of a severed connection here, but being a week away from show-day, it's a rather interesting date as well: 11/11/11. Not much else to say about that, but I did find something that one of my friends said very interesting. And, if she had not have said it, I would not have thought of it at all. Goes to show how amazing each individual person is:

"If we all make wishes today, there is no way they will be heard. So I'll skip out my own to help that one person who really needs theirs."

The notion itself is something I most certainly confide with, so I trust that you will enjoy this remarkable day, because I treat it as if it is simply just another like any other.

As remarkably generic as this may seem, I want you to think about it: if life's been hitting you pretty hard, just take a step back and look at it all. Take a moment to assess what it is that you're hitting against and find a way to let it let you through. Obstacles should only prove as reminders that you're capable of working through and around whatever life has to throw at you. Furthermore, if there are issues that cause you to think about yourself and what you're doing, that's good. Thinking keeps a mind sharp and healthy. The best decisions in one's life can possibly come from the best spells of thinking - not "in the heat of the moment", reflexive thinking, but deep contemplation, akin to that of a philosopher's, if you'd care to get dedicated.

And, as serious as this gets, I just recalled something from today: there was a line of geese crossing the street from the pond to the grass. I was sitting in the car with my friend, waiting for them to pass. It was very entertaining, to say the least.

Indeed.

And it is Veteran's Day, the main topic I wanted to talk about today. I'm not one of the most patriotic individuals in the world, I'll let you know that right now. However, I'll reserve my rights in light that they may be a bit biased, seeing as how I do not know everything in the world. I'll admit, though, that I don't advocate war or violence as the sole solution to issues; granted, it is possible to be a more convenient or even a last resort, only because no two individuals are like, nor shall divided, political powers. But, the purpose to mention Veteran's Day is not to scold the veterans in any regard. In fact, it is to commend the individuals of the past, present and future for their efforts and dedication in protecting individuals.

And not just my own nation, but for their own, respective homelands.

Without people to protect one another, and with them putting their lives on the line for us, it would be difficult to say that paying due respects to fallen soldiers or even individuals who've been deployed to fight in battles as of late and who are preparing to go off into service - or even individuals who have not been set on their particular paths yet - would be pointless. I, a person of a conscientious mind and a genuine spirit, would like to thank each and every individual for their actions.

They are human too, and while not every single action a political instructor or the smallest and most "insignificant" of the military forces may not be the best and most reasonable choice to us, but it is their choice and in their best judgement, which we simply have to confide in. Because, after all, belief is a form of confidence, and with confidence, we can support our own nation, and others.

So, whether you are capable of reading this message and appreciate it, as a vessel, I would like to forward the wishes and gratitude of all individuals living and being protected by their respective Veterans. We love you and thank you for everything you've done. Without you, our lives would be unfathomably worse, definitely.

If you know a veteran - family member or happen to see one on the street - thank them for everything they've done. If you can [ or want to ], offer them a hug and let them know how you really feel. I'm sure they'll appreciate it more than anything else. Enjoy the time with your families!

<3 ~ Monty
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:: could you [ r e m i n d ] me of a {time} when we were . . so . . . a l i v e ~

There's not much to say: "Franklin" by Paramore is a fantastic song. Paramore is my favorite band - no contest, whatsoever. And "Franklin" is just as tranquil as it gets. It's all about reflection, settling upon a resolution of the time that passes by, while still retaining a considerate contentment. I mean, it's easy to remember days - or forget them, however you take your medicine - but the moments that we do not want to dare to even let slip from our minds are the special ones. The ones that made us laugh, that made us cry - the ones that we hold dear to us. The people they've incorporated are included as well, and, by default, the experiences themselves are a vital point.

A friend of mine requested assistance with preparing a speech. I mention this not for the notion that I am a reliable individual - which I will honestly set aside the modesty to validate - but because of the message of his speech. Upon his discretion, I'd be able to disclose to you the particular instance and mentions of his speech, but the ultimate goal to deliver is his theme: community.

While his term of "community" may stem off in a different regard, his outline definitely did well explaining and relating the word "community" to its audience. At least, I would believe it should. Just for a clear and concise picture, however, dictionary.com defines "community" as:

1.

a social group of any size whose members reside 

in a specific locality, share government, and often

have a common cultural and historical heritage.

That is the "by the book" and straight-edged answer. What we've come to associate with the word is a bit more of the social aspect more so than the limitations and liberties of the people and their environment. Community, to me, is a unit coming together. Friends, strangers - all of the likes within one area. They also share a mutual interest, a mutual goal, that they collectively attempt to fulfill to the best of their interests. Absurd, it'd seem, if one were to say that a community were a lump of beings that constantly struggled against one another for the purpose of destroying the entirety's evident coexistence.

By nature, things are to repel and things are to attract. It is in this truth that we find particular things that we like, and things we do not. Our concept of other people are no different. However, it is because of what they do and, in particular, how they act most oft than not that determines whether they fall into our favor or not. And, ultimately, our friends are individuals who bring pleasure to us, via their mere presence and actions - hence, the significance of the word "friend".

It is important to keep an open mind of those around you. Society has been highlighting particular things that appease many or upset many. Unfortunately, only particular groups are being focused upon, instead of the entirety as a whole. Surely, it is sensible to work from the bottom to the top in essence of fortitude and support and what have you, but it is the largest notion - and no pun intended - to not forget about the bigger picture. With that being said, perspectives expanded, let us return to community.

What is it you picture when you think of community? Disregarding all the distractions that may pop up in your head, what words in particular define a community to you? Do the words fit an ambient and comfortable setting? Family, friends - familiar faces from front forthward, community assures us that it's a nice neighborhood, assures us that we're comfortable and safe - assures us that we're where we belong.

The company you keep should do that for you - assure you that you are where you belong, of course. It's important for you to feel more than welcomed and such, as there is no feeling in the world like the pride and contentment in being needed. And wanted. Not yearned for, and not depended upon, but out of the simple field of a friendship that keeps you on someone's mind at some point of the day. Your friends find you, they talk to you, you enjoy it, do you not? And, even if you should have some kind of discretion that leads to upsets and disappointments, the ground is there for you to pick up your pieces off of.

I hope that imagery settles: when you both are involved in the shattering, you both fall to the ground, and you both need to pick yourselves - and one another, hopefully - to piece yourselves together once again.

Friendships are as fragile as we make them. Strong bonds mean stronger friendships with less restrictions and greater flexibility. The reason why individuals can have best friends across a nation or on the other side of the world and still consider them the closest they've ever encountered, respectively, is due to their confiding in one another. The trust and bonding that they maintain. Friendship is an easy thing to start and have - a good friendship needs a little maintenance work.

And, with enough friendships, your bridges will eventually lead into areas where you already have other bridges - connections. And, by association, you will learn that the world you know is not as big as the world you think of, and that it is a small world indeed: it is your community.

The goal of the speech was to convey community, and with my spin on community given, I tie it further into the particulars of community: knowledge, confidence, communication and, by all means, compassion are only a few of the many avenues of a community.

Knowing what to do, who your friends are, just knowing what to say at whatever instance[s] necessary can build relationships that develop healthily. In due time, knowledge would be gained and knowledge of how to use that gained knowledge would then soon follow. Patience is a virtue, indeed, and it applies to just about everything worth waiting for - nurturing friendships in particular.

Having confidence in yourself and others can contribute to the entire system. Morale boosts come from an obvious change in confidence - from somber to absolutely resolved, people are capable of convincing themselves that anything - even the most unrealistic, irrational beliefs that they've fabricated themselves - can be true with just enough confidence. Confidence is a key ingredient in building one's own social component, and to lead into assisting the construction of a community.

And, from the confidence point, I'd just like to make a side anecdote. As par the regular experiences we've all shared, we grow from infancy into the stages of our lives: toddler, child, adolescent, pubescent, young adult, adult, and elder adult. There's always a progression in our lives, in one way, shape, or form, and there isn't much of anything we can do to change it. Taking the thoughts of life's progression and applying them to practicing something is a bit awry, but it's very similar: practice a sport or use a language or even repeat an action long enough and it will eventually refine itself and become better.

Rehearsals are getting better, I'll admit. And, not just for me, but the entirety of the cast. As we're learning together - albeit at different paces, some of us already with a head start - we've developed as a unit. As a community. And, today in particular displayed our progress. Performance on the second run-though [ after a set of intensive notes that were as definite as they were general ] proved to be a great improvement. And, as par custom, we were all loving one another as we normally would.

It was just today, knowing that the show's in about a week's time and knowing that we're excited to perform, our confidence amplified just about everything. That is, once we had it together. A surprise came to me when people did commendably so, and then the comments flowed my way as well. One individual, in particular, commented on my own performance, which apparently impressed him. The infamous Nicholas Siccone apparently couldn't stop smiling during my piece [ which was a drastic change, I'd presume ], and while I coolly didn't stumble for words in response, I'm certain it was more than apparent that he's like to be the most capable of the lot of us.

Swoon, swoon. Remember Samantha? First days of rehearsal, we all would mew in awe of the voices. Oh, the impressive and remarkable voices. Nick's was no different, and while I revered his skill - even as he may dismiss such appraisals - I wouldn't imagine the day when he commended my own. Not because he seemed to be condescending - not in the least. But... Y'know. It's just one of those things you don't think about.

And, with that feedback, I've a better understanding of my own self. Communication between myself and other members of the cast have made things much better, socially and performance-wise. I don't know how others consider their friendships to resolve, but mine do not: I would imagine that a friendship lasts as long as individuals consider themselves friends, so if you and I are friends - undefined by your status on any sort of social networking system to brandish and showcase who are in my keep - we will be friends until you or I have any discretion or issue with the notion.

And, knowing me, I won't have any issues with you.

And, knowing me, I won't let there be any issues for you to have with me.

It is not necessary to change yourself, to mold yourself to others and their fickle demands or pleasantries. However, do embrace who people like you for - the things you do, the things you say. Share what you have in your mind and your soul to better the community as a whole. Sharing is a portrayal of your commitment to compassion, the last point I'm going to discuss.

With all aspects of compassion in mind, it is good to keep a community healthy. When individuals are capable of relying on one another without a fright gripping at their hearts, a lot more is capable of being done. Why get offended by something when it was not intended to be directed towards anyone in any kind of negative manner? Why consider yourself lesser than other individuals entirely when you're just as remarkable as they are, only separated by the path effort and hard work they've already trudged, or need help, along?

Do you consider your circle of friends at school a community? What do you do within your community? Are they actual activities or behaviors of a communion with a feeling that radiates homage. Are you comfortable within your community?

Is there anyway to expand your community to incorporate all of those around you?

If you think of something, don't keep it in your head. Share it with someone and give your feet some purpose.

"Ora na azu nwa."

"Se requiere de todo un pueblo para criar a un niño." 

"يقتضي وجود قرية كاملة لتربية طفل." 

"它需要整個村莊養育一個孩子。" 

"Quaerit puer totum pagum movere."

"It takes a village to raise a child."

- African Proverb 

<3 ~ Monty

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W E . D O N ` T . F I G H T . . . { fair // && with - SMILES - on our faces } ~ !

Why, hello there!

Things have been moving at a notably fast pace as of late. A lot going on and finally making themselves known - it's par custom when our lives find one of their instances to trip us up, to test us on how strong we actually are.

To check and see if we're paying any attention.

Of course, this is all in perspective - it depends on what your outlook on life is, for starters. And, naturally, how it is you approach your challenges. This inquisition of sorts could go on endlessly, concluding here with what exactly you see your challenges as proving the point - but we won't make this a lump of paradoxes.

It may be a little random, but have you watched television lately? In particular, the news. For some reason, it hurts my heart now that I hear of all the terrible things that happen in the world. Obviously, we're never going to be able to isolate ourselves from any degree of suffering, but it truly is unfortunate for those who have to experience such things - and then for the rest of the world to have to hear their moans of agony. Tears of sorrow are potentially a much potent infliction on one's conscious than anything else, I believe.

And those are possibly the last thing we want to experience, let alone see someone we know - or someone we don't at all - have to live through an experience that caused some form of mental disturbance and trauma. I don't really know where I'm going with that, to be honest, but I thought I'd share my input on that - sympathy and pity doled out in the forms of outstretched arms, let us hold a regard of compassion for everyone's troubles when we hear them.

You'd love it if someone were there for you to actually speak to when something was bothering you, would you not?

It's strange: I don't usually consider Fall Out Boy a band I would listen to brighten up a room. However, it is undeniable that Patrick Stump's distinguishable voice is very bright and lively. Furthermore, their songs hold dual-pronged definitions, I've thought. They have their own reason for writing the song and then portray it as something their listeners can understand and relate to. Of course, this is likely common practice in the musical world, but Fall Out Boy's song titles, in particular, oft stick out like a sore thumb.

"The Take Over, The Break's Over" is from their album Folie A Deux. It's actually a rather ironic song - the lyrics are pretty brutal, but the music itself is invigorating, in a way.

There's a lot I want to talk about tonight. I don't know how to exactly form the thoughts into worthy topics of explanation, but I suppose I have no other option but to continue on, now do I? Haha.

Smiling! Ah~ That's a fan-favorite. And, apparently, it's my forte. Seeing me without a smile is an awry indicator, and people seem to instantly discern that something is out of the ordinary. And, whenever I've a less-than-great start to the day, someone seems to notice. Or, on the off chance, someone just knows, out of all the great friends that I have. And, for this, I am absolutely grateful.

I don't even know. Bubbly personas seem to be a constant in my friends. Most notably, one of my friends who, upon his consent, I'll mention for a brief moment. A very inspiring individual, Joseph Mascolo is indeed. He's an unrivaled runner in our school and has been on the rise in his high school career. I suppose you could say his childish smile and laugh catch onto a lot of people - it's a contagious geniality that just about everyone enjoys. I can easily presume that he holds everyone in high regards, and with his peaceful disposition, I can only aim to be as great a person as he.

Today, after a rather eventful and entertaining rehearsal, I was on the bus. Normally, when I'm in the presence of others, I don't care to bother them with my personal calls. Joey, however, is certainly one of the best people I know - and what did he call me for, you might ask? Well, if I made mention of the talent show a few weeks ago and you've read that entry, you would recall that Erik and I performed Andy Grammer's "Keep Your Head Up."

The song apparently came on the radio, and the first thing that popped up in Joey's head, he told me, was me - because that was the song I had performed at the Talent Show. He gave me a very assuring conversation, and having already comforted me when I was having a rough day earlier in the week, it just made me think to proclaim how amazing of an individual he is.

Joey, I love you. You're the best.

And, speaking of great friends of mine, Samantha requested that I make mention of her as well! So, everyone say hello to Sammy! We all love you!

So, I suppose that's what I'll run off for right now. The roads you pave unintentionally or with full-on intent can possibly retain an aspect of dual-traverse. I didn't intend for people to have it embedded in their minds from that day on, but I hope they would get the message. And, of all people to tell me this, at such an unprecedented time, I'd think it only fair to confide in my friends more so than I ever have before. I've made the amends that I've wanted and needed, and I think behaving in the manner which I profess is not only a simple task, but also a tacit and implied one.

Of course, we all slip up from time to time. I'm making my room for error now room for improvement, however - I expect you to do the same.

As the year narrows down to the remaining two months, recall what your New Year's Resolution for this year was. If you actually can recount what you told yourself would be different about this particular year, kudos to you, because it is possible that many others do not. We can pinpoint another meaningless and empty promise to ourselves for next year, or we can try to clean up the end of this year and start the New Year fresh and in the right direction.

It's as generic as it gets, simply to apply to everything. Your friends are your friends for a reason. If you ever question the relationship value between you and your friends, you need to speak with them and patch up any holes, because I can tell you right now that you will need someone to talk to about something in the long run, and those friends who are actually your friends will be by your side as you are theirs - promising and unfaltering.

"Honestly is the best policy." In any regard, it can be considered true; there may be an instance where it brings out a bad result of sorts, but there's to be some kind of reward for multiple persons in the end. And, at the end of the day, all that really matters is how well you've done and how you feel. So, hopefully, you can take your responsibilities in stride and wade through the waters - set at any pace and trudging through, be it at your ankles or at your shoulders - to make a difference.

Making a difference always counts.

<3 ~ Monty
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[ ///[ //[ 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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