Numero Nueve - Escribes Sobre Algo Que le Interesa

Honestly, I love reading blogs.  Well, more specifically, I like reading the current blogs we have to do.  The blogs on commentary and analysis lost me at times, but the blogs that answer the questions really interest me.  It gives me a chance to read the opinions of my close friends on things we normally wouldn't talk about.  A few of my friends chose the question where you write about your thoughts, and to me, those were the most interesting questions.  A while back, I used to constantly ask my friends what they were thinking or say penny for your thoughts, but I've lost that habit (along with many other things I've lost during high school..)  But the blogs gave me a chance to fill the curiosity I forgot I even had.  The current questions make us think about things we rarely talk about.  I just love the chance of perusing through the brains of my peers on my own pace.  That is, they can say everything they'd like to without my interruption or feedback so it's totally unbiased. 

Another thing that interested me was an article over what helps sore throats.  Apparently, the sap in marshmallows, although not scientifically proven, sometimes helps sore throats.  And my throat hurts big time right now.

Numero Siete: Debemos Decir la Verdad

     Since I can remember, my mom always enforced that "honesty is the best policy".  Through my middle school and high school years, I still hold this to be true.  To lie someone would be to commit a grave crime.  However, withholding the truth without lying can act as a great savior.  Telling the truth surely depends on the circumstances of the situation.
     Many children anticipate the mounds of gifts they will receive from Santa on Christmas Eve.  The children's hearts are filled with hope and wonder as to how Santa can travel the entire world in one day.  It would seem like a murder to kill the innocence of these children.  In these circumstances, telling the truth would not benefit the morals of the children who believe in Santa.  Instead, it would crush a childhood so longed for by many adults. 
     To give an opposite situation, let's pretend a dear friend has an adulterous husband.  One cannot lie to the friend, especially if the friend suspects the affair.  Under this circumstances, telling the truth would be the best route, even if one becomes a carrier of bad news.
     Altogether, however, lying, not simply with holding the truth, is a selfish act.  People lie to save themselves from explaining, or to save themselves from the trouble of getting in trouble, and in this case lying is always unacceptable.

Numero Dies: Yo creo que...

     As a teenager myself, I can loosely represent the teenage population.  My teenage brain thinks about tomorrow and now and my favorite song and tiedye pair of gym shoes. I think about what happened just now and what happened a long time ago.  I think about myself.  I think about how indecisive I am, and therefore I spend a lot of time thinking about decisions I need to make.  I think about what would benefit me and I think about my appearance.  I think it's definitely personality over appearance any day though.  I think no one thoroughly reads through posts to comment on each other, so I end up acting like no one's reading at all.  I spend the most time thinking about people.  I think our family friends are the most wonderful people to spend holidays with.  I think Christine is magnificent, and I think Curtis is growing, and I think they're some of the best people that exist. I think I don't really know what best friends means.  I think Grey's Anatomy is one of the best show's suggested to me. I think I can go on forever about what I think, and I think I need to right now because I need to clear my thoughts a little.  I think I get stressed so easily and I want so much for myself. I think teenagers worry about feeling ordinary and insignificant but I think I've came to the conclusion that in the grand scale we're pretty insignificant but we can make the biggest impact on one person's life and it's great.  For now, that's what I think anyway.  I think personal project is a waste of my time because of my topic and I think I don't know what I'm going to do next year.  I think growing up and all that is disgusting because I'm afraid growing up means growing apart.  I wonder if anything I'm doing right now matters because I really don't think it does.  I wonder if being Catholic is worth the time, effort, and feeling of judgement.  I wonder if the friends I've made this year find me as lovely as I find them.  Well I honestly don't care too much if they do because they're lovely regardless.  I wonder if they'll try to stay in touch. I wonder how people can lie to people.  I think girl code is flexible but serious.  I think blogs are pretty cool because they're like journals and you can write whatever you want freely but there's the fear and hope someone will read it.  I think of death and I think everyone does.  I think it'd be okay if I died rather than someone I cared about because if I died I wouldn't have to live without them which is pretty cliche and selfish and I think I'm so selfish. Not self absorbed but just selfish and I don't want to be.  I want to do good. I want a life like FRIENDS and I want to know everything but if someone gave me the opportunity I wouldn't take it. I wish I could dance or draw or be creative.  I'm thinking about how Emma almost fell today during practical writing and how the librarian got mad and it was so funny at the moment. Now I'm thinking about the coin Katya gave me.  I think the library is the most wonderful place at summit.  I think it's weird to have a favorite color and I should really stop trying to force myself to find one.  I think if you tell a teenager to think, they can go on and on about anything and everything because truthfully teenagers haven't given up yet, and I think everything I've said was pointless but also meaningful and I really don't know anything and I realize there are a lot of thoughts I'm afraid to admit or share because thoughts are the only things that can just be mine and no one else's and that's pretty cool.  I don't know when to end this and I don't want to because it kind of makes my thoughts clearer but it also makes it look messier. I think there's so much more and I think this will never end if I don't end it right now.  This skirt was way too long but I don't want to hem any of it for some reason, even though it took an extremely short time to sew up