Love

Love.

What an interesting word. There are so many definitions. So many ways to say it. So many ways to mean it. What an interesting word.

I believe our capacity to love grows as we get older. Love grows the longer you hold it in your heart.

I believe you can love... But not be in love. You can be absolutely positive that you would do anything and everything for a person... But not want to be involved romantically.

I have also conjured up my own working definition of love.

Love is being comfortable with someone. You can talk about anything. You can say whatever you want. You can agree to disagree, even on the big stuff. Love is being able to tough out the uncomfortable situations, because you find the comfort in each other.

Love is the ability to listen. Love is the ability to keep your mouth shut, even when you're dying to say something.

Love is the ability to read each other's minds. To know what the other one is thinking. All with one look.

Love.

What an interesting word.

Self-Help

Dear Blog Readers,

Are you out there? Is anyone even reading this?

Today I am going to reflect on things that I need to fix.

1. I complain so much.
Right now I am best friends with this guy named Hunter. And he has helped me come to the realization that I complain constantly. About everything. And that it gets annoying. I probably need to stop complaining.

Any suggestions on how?

2. I am too ... 
I can't really think of a word to complete this sentence except for "not-bad-ass."
Even the tiniest infraction of rules causes me to have a complete stressed-out, hyperventilating almost-breakdown. Which makes breaking the rules no fun at all.

Although this could (and should probably) be taken as a good thing, I can't help but thinking "What the hell? I'm a teenager. Shouldn't there be a part of me that want's to break the rules? Is it bad that I'm not normal?" This seriously bugs me.

3. I am to nice
People walk all over me. And then I complain about it. But then this gets annoying because I'm complaining about something that I have no guts to fix. Let's just say that this is a little bit of a problem.

So any who I am now on the road to self-help. I am working diligently on  fixing these things.

<3- Kathryn

P.S. If you read this please comment, shoot me an email (ouramazingadventure@gmail.com) or tweet me (@kltune) or follow me on twitter (@kltune.) I would just love to know that somebody out there is hearing what I have to say. Even if they completely hate it.

Nothing Better to Do

Dear readers (if you're out there),

I have realized a sad truth about myself. I have nothing better to do than sleep. Nothing.

Well, let me rephrase that. I have no initiative to do anything but sleep. I have two English papers due Monday, a test over 6 chapters of A Tale Of Two Cities Tuesday (I haven't even started reading), and Science notes to take. And yet all I want to do is lie in bed.

What does that mean? What kind of a life am I living? Why do I have no initiative? Why am I writing about this when I could be out doing things, conquering the world, and living life? Am I going to waist away into a vat of nothing-ness while everyone else I know experiences the world??

These are the questions I ask.