Blogging tips-
Even though I am just starting to become a blogger myself, I have noticed a few thing I do for blogging and a bit of what others do when they go about blogging too.
Maybe one thing that most people if not all do, is write freely... what more can a blogger do? Do not be a robot or you might not end up as unique as you truly are when it comes to searching your topic on Google, and finding out that thousands have written about the SAME thing, maybe even with a chance of them having the same words as you do.
Another thing is, do not rely on having to make paragraphs and paragraphs of content, it is not essential to have a good blog. I can go about writing a few words here and there of thoughts about a topic and people that have a history or not reading a lot at a time will appeal to your stuff. I myself tend to write a bit in one post, only because when I write, I just go off into writing a lot more then intended about that topic.
Looking over others' blogs can help you get a better understanding about what might be going on today or what has gone on last week. Some people go and write about News that has shown today, News that has been in the past, opinions and tips about what to do in certain situations, even about their favorite goldfish "Fluffle-Puff Squishy Face" or something cute. Once you decide what you might want to blog about, whether it be about your mom, society, job fields, trials and errors, or even your pet goldfish, take it and run with it.
And most of all, do not write what you do not want to write about, I mean, what fun will that be? Blogging is there to help you and to help others if you want it to be. Freedom of Speech is a powerful tool to help you out.
Have fun blogging!!
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
My Fear - World Population
I have been thinking over this. The fact that the world's population is ever growing is starting to scare me. I want to be able to grow up in a world that will not result in its own world-wide disaster. I know I am not helping by being part of the population itself but I know that it needs to be set under a control in order for me to calm down. I feel that one day, I will wake to find outside of my window... no trees, no water, no grass space... but houses and trashed markets and dust on the grounds. The population, going at the rate it is, is fueling the fear that I might not be able to move to a country side without having to push and shove my way to stand on some grass. I know, years are a long time, decades can be a long time, centuries even longer, but what is stopping the population from growing so big that we are forced to live on the arctic lands?
What worries me most are the living conditions we might have to face with over 7billion living on the planet as we speak now. The conditions of life are not at their worst. This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives. The prices world wide are growing and growing, smacking against roofs we never thought would exist. The food sources now are almost all chemical and no organic traces left beside the basic structure of the processed foods. Only a good bit of years ago, did we start using chemicals throughout foods. I have a teacher that has been fed off of "Real" foods, and she does growing of her own. She said she was not used to the chemicals we put into our dinners. Chicken is not supposed to be over sized and looking as if filled with steroids. Meat in T.V. dinners are not to be floppy and rubbery as if they were edible plastic. Nuggets these days do not even taste like chicken. Also, because we are so used to eating these chemicals in our foods, we are used to it. Next thing you know, the food industries could be putting human remains or other junk into the food and we would never know, because just as the chemicals, we would get used to it.
Cancer rates have gone up since the chemicals have been getting placed into what we eat. Other chronic diseases are starting to form out of almost nowhere. The weight gain is tremendous and the United states if the fattest country in the World. The U.S. just happens to be the country with the most processed foods too. The downside to this "Free" country, is that there are fatal problems to face other than not enough money for housing and the horrendous crime rates.
The more space the world's population takes up, the more is being used to feed the population. The housing is getting to be a hassle because of the economy taking a shit. The pollution is getting worse by the second, literally. Why can we not just limit down the amount of people being born? Asians has the right idea. They have passed the law that limits the birth rate of their children down to two per family. Why can we not do that here, or in Mexico, or Africa? The last thing we need is more people born into poverty. Do we need more war, to raise the death rate a little? I do not want more to die with the rate it is happening by, but what will become of us if we do not solve this problem? We have enough dying and killing nature just because we have just too many at a time for one planet to handle.
This is just but a fear to me, lets not make it a nightmare come true... but then again, what can I do about it?
What worries me most are the living conditions we might have to face with over 7billion living on the planet as we speak now. The conditions of life are not at their worst. This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives. The prices world wide are growing and growing, smacking against roofs we never thought would exist. The food sources now are almost all chemical and no organic traces left beside the basic structure of the processed foods. Only a good bit of years ago, did we start using chemicals throughout foods. I have a teacher that has been fed off of "Real" foods, and she does growing of her own. She said she was not used to the chemicals we put into our dinners. Chicken is not supposed to be over sized and looking as if filled with steroids. Meat in T.V. dinners are not to be floppy and rubbery as if they were edible plastic. Nuggets these days do not even taste like chicken. Also, because we are so used to eating these chemicals in our foods, we are used to it. Next thing you know, the food industries could be putting human remains or other junk into the food and we would never know, because just as the chemicals, we would get used to it.
Cancer rates have gone up since the chemicals have been getting placed into what we eat. Other chronic diseases are starting to form out of almost nowhere. The weight gain is tremendous and the United states if the fattest country in the World. The U.S. just happens to be the country with the most processed foods too. The downside to this "Free" country, is that there are fatal problems to face other than not enough money for housing and the horrendous crime rates.
The more space the world's population takes up, the more is being used to feed the population. The housing is getting to be a hassle because of the economy taking a shit. The pollution is getting worse by the second, literally. Why can we not just limit down the amount of people being born? Asians has the right idea. They have passed the law that limits the birth rate of their children down to two per family. Why can we not do that here, or in Mexico, or Africa? The last thing we need is more people born into poverty. Do we need more war, to raise the death rate a little? I do not want more to die with the rate it is happening by, but what will become of us if we do not solve this problem? We have enough dying and killing nature just because we have just too many at a time for one planet to handle.
This is just but a fear to me, lets not make it a nightmare come true... but then again, what can I do about it?
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
My Life - Pre-Opperation Experience
Most recently, on the 12th of September, I had gone through Bunion Surgery. The surgery was to remove two moderate bunions from my right foot. There was a Plain old Bunion on my right foot on the left side of it, and on the right I had grown a small/moderate Tailor's bunion off of my smallest toe. I am now recovering nicely and I cannot wait to get back into school soon enough.
Before I had gone into surgery to get this procedure done, I had noticed something different. My room was more interesting than it had been for a long time. I was having preoperative stress, and along with it I had started to pay attention to every thing around me. I am writing this to tell you exactly what I noticed that, so far that I know of, had changed my life.
When I went to sleep, my insomnia acted up and caused me to wake up in the middle of the night. Not because of nervousness or fear, but just the simple fact that I cannot stay asleep at night. When I awoke at 3am, I stared out of the window at the night/early morning sky and I could not help but marvel at the fact I could only see a few stars. Being within Milwaukee, you barely see any due to lights. The strange thing about me noticing the stars, was that I had never gotten up from insomnia to occupy my time with anything other than trying to go back to sleep and worrying about waking up again.
When I got up in the morning to get ready to get picked up to go the Surgicenter of Greater Milwaukee for my procedure, I woke up calmer than normal. I slowly got up out of bed and lightly turned off my screaming alarm clock. I noticed the time was 8:02. I normally do not care what time it is and I just turn my attention to turning off the loud alarm. Over the hour I had to get ready, I remember that everything I did that morning, was done calmly and not in a rush or bustle. I noticed everything was a lot more clear to me. I saw the room's white walls as white for once, and not clear as if non-existing. Everything that was in my room, I took notice to fully for once. My "Daughter", a parakeet named Muniya, was not awake fully but I woke her up to give her little pecks before I had to go. I had a light tinge in my mind that this day might be my last. I knew that foot surgery would not kill me since it is only a foot and it carries not as many or as big of arteries as the arm, thigh, or anywhere around the heart. Instead of worrying about the foot surgery killing me, I had the little naive thought that the anesthetic would harm me. I am only 16 years of age with the height of 5'4 currently, and the weight of about 108-110lbs. Being underweight, you will worry of things more than the average person would. Well, if you do not worry, I do. I remembered more than I should have for a normal day. I had remembered where I had left my hairbrush on my bed and everything I had touched that morning and left to set down. Muniya had tweeted in her little bird language an almost audible, "Good luck." to me as I left my room to leave the house.
When outside I had noticed more than normal. I was outside waiting for my ride there and I chose to sat down on the cement stairs. The weather was fair yet warm for about 9am in the morning. I had noticed almost everything rarely noticed, such as the amount of ants crawling around outside on the ground, the colors and names of the dogs if their names were said out loud., and other things. This noticing had gone on for all of the time I was outside and up until the ride got here. When we got in the ride, me and my biological mother, I had noticed what each person I interacted with was wearing clearly, their voices, their scents, their hair and eyes, and everything.
When we had arrived at the place, I noticed everything else. I realized as I walked into the place, that I could read the looks on people's faces a lot easier, and they all had the same thought, the people who were there already and those who entered in as I sat down waiting to be called back. They all thought, "This person came in. They look pretty fine to me. What could they possibly be getting surgery on?" Also some would think to themselves, "Which of them is getting the surgery?" If they were to look at a group of people sitting together. I could read them and know what they thought for I thought the same thing about them too.
On the news on the television a good bunch of yards away, I got up to go hear it, but the news had President Barack Obama talking about the death of the United States Ambassador, Christopher J. Stevens, who was murdered in an attack that was possibly planned, in Libya.
I noticed everything around me and could remember everybody's face in the clinic I was in. Nothing had gone unnoticed.
Soon enough I was cold from the air conditioning in the building, so I had asked to go sit outside for a little bit and wait until I was warm enough to come back in or I was called. I was able to go outside, and out there I had the most fun I had in a day. Normally I am not allowed to go outside because there are people after me, and if I did go outside, I had to watched. When I was outside I stood in the sun off of the cement in the parkway. It was warming and pleasant to stand in for once to me, not tiring or too hot. I twirled around to feel warmer air and a bit of bliss before I could not do it again for about a month or more. I touched the grass that was softer than I had ever touched grass before, and I was happy. I had gone back in eventually to sit down because I was warm enough, only to come back outside to sit because I had gotten cold again. This time I sat on the bench outside of the doors instead of roaming around. There I sat and thought to myself the chances of living and was convincing myself I would be fine. After all, they are surgeons in a surgical place for a reason. I was sure to be fine and with that, I had calmed down to nothing and I was accepting my surgical procedure in about an hour or two. Also, while sitting I had started to notice colors more than I ever had before. The grass with almost blue it was such a deep green. The bee that buzzed past me had bright yellow stripes. Normally I have the reaction to bees as to flinch and run out of their way only over the fear of the last time I had been stung, but I just sat there and watched it fly away, almost hearing the buzzing of the wings down to every air shift it made with them. After some time of resting outside, I was called back.
From there I was taken back for my procedure to be done within an hour. Everything was still vivid to me and everything in me was still surprisingly calm. Nothing could disturb me into a riot now. Everything that day before I had gone in, was vivid to me.
I am now recovering and because of this experience I had, I notice things a lot more clearly and vividly. I think I needed that experience. It made me realize the Earth has a lot of stuff to offer for peace, calm, and serenity. It helps to look around before surgery, I think it makes us if not just myself if not, a better observer. Wish me luck with recovery! I love you readers!
~Brii
Before I had gone into surgery to get this procedure done, I had noticed something different. My room was more interesting than it had been for a long time. I was having preoperative stress, and along with it I had started to pay attention to every thing around me. I am writing this to tell you exactly what I noticed that, so far that I know of, had changed my life.
When I went to sleep, my insomnia acted up and caused me to wake up in the middle of the night. Not because of nervousness or fear, but just the simple fact that I cannot stay asleep at night. When I awoke at 3am, I stared out of the window at the night/early morning sky and I could not help but marvel at the fact I could only see a few stars. Being within Milwaukee, you barely see any due to lights. The strange thing about me noticing the stars, was that I had never gotten up from insomnia to occupy my time with anything other than trying to go back to sleep and worrying about waking up again.
When I got up in the morning to get ready to get picked up to go the Surgicenter of Greater Milwaukee for my procedure, I woke up calmer than normal. I slowly got up out of bed and lightly turned off my screaming alarm clock. I noticed the time was 8:02. I normally do not care what time it is and I just turn my attention to turning off the loud alarm. Over the hour I had to get ready, I remember that everything I did that morning, was done calmly and not in a rush or bustle. I noticed everything was a lot more clear to me. I saw the room's white walls as white for once, and not clear as if non-existing. Everything that was in my room, I took notice to fully for once. My "Daughter", a parakeet named Muniya, was not awake fully but I woke her up to give her little pecks before I had to go. I had a light tinge in my mind that this day might be my last. I knew that foot surgery would not kill me since it is only a foot and it carries not as many or as big of arteries as the arm, thigh, or anywhere around the heart. Instead of worrying about the foot surgery killing me, I had the little naive thought that the anesthetic would harm me. I am only 16 years of age with the height of 5'4 currently, and the weight of about 108-110lbs. Being underweight, you will worry of things more than the average person would. Well, if you do not worry, I do. I remembered more than I should have for a normal day. I had remembered where I had left my hairbrush on my bed and everything I had touched that morning and left to set down. Muniya had tweeted in her little bird language an almost audible, "Good luck." to me as I left my room to leave the house.
When outside I had noticed more than normal. I was outside waiting for my ride there and I chose to sat down on the cement stairs. The weather was fair yet warm for about 9am in the morning. I had noticed almost everything rarely noticed, such as the amount of ants crawling around outside on the ground, the colors and names of the dogs if their names were said out loud., and other things. This noticing had gone on for all of the time I was outside and up until the ride got here. When we got in the ride, me and my biological mother, I had noticed what each person I interacted with was wearing clearly, their voices, their scents, their hair and eyes, and everything.
When we had arrived at the place, I noticed everything else. I realized as I walked into the place, that I could read the looks on people's faces a lot easier, and they all had the same thought, the people who were there already and those who entered in as I sat down waiting to be called back. They all thought, "This person came in. They look pretty fine to me. What could they possibly be getting surgery on?" Also some would think to themselves, "Which of them is getting the surgery?" If they were to look at a group of people sitting together. I could read them and know what they thought for I thought the same thing about them too.
On the news on the television a good bunch of yards away, I got up to go hear it, but the news had President Barack Obama talking about the death of the United States Ambassador, Christopher J. Stevens, who was murdered in an attack that was possibly planned, in Libya.
I noticed everything around me and could remember everybody's face in the clinic I was in. Nothing had gone unnoticed.
Soon enough I was cold from the air conditioning in the building, so I had asked to go sit outside for a little bit and wait until I was warm enough to come back in or I was called. I was able to go outside, and out there I had the most fun I had in a day. Normally I am not allowed to go outside because there are people after me, and if I did go outside, I had to watched. When I was outside I stood in the sun off of the cement in the parkway. It was warming and pleasant to stand in for once to me, not tiring or too hot. I twirled around to feel warmer air and a bit of bliss before I could not do it again for about a month or more. I touched the grass that was softer than I had ever touched grass before, and I was happy. I had gone back in eventually to sit down because I was warm enough, only to come back outside to sit because I had gotten cold again. This time I sat on the bench outside of the doors instead of roaming around. There I sat and thought to myself the chances of living and was convincing myself I would be fine. After all, they are surgeons in a surgical place for a reason. I was sure to be fine and with that, I had calmed down to nothing and I was accepting my surgical procedure in about an hour or two. Also, while sitting I had started to notice colors more than I ever had before. The grass with almost blue it was such a deep green. The bee that buzzed past me had bright yellow stripes. Normally I have the reaction to bees as to flinch and run out of their way only over the fear of the last time I had been stung, but I just sat there and watched it fly away, almost hearing the buzzing of the wings down to every air shift it made with them. After some time of resting outside, I was called back.
From there I was taken back for my procedure to be done within an hour. Everything was still vivid to me and everything in me was still surprisingly calm. Nothing could disturb me into a riot now. Everything that day before I had gone in, was vivid to me.
I am now recovering and because of this experience I had, I notice things a lot more clearly and vividly. I think I needed that experience. It made me realize the Earth has a lot of stuff to offer for peace, calm, and serenity. It helps to look around before surgery, I think it makes us if not just myself if not, a better observer. Wish me luck with recovery! I love you readers!
~Brii
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Upset at the Government : National Language
I disagree with having a bi-lingual nation! I am outraged by the fact that they want to change the primary language to Spanish, over the fact that TOO MANY illegals and legal aliens are occupying a great deal of America. I am already up set at the fact that they are here in the first place. I remember under 10 years ago... I was a patriot to America. I was all about America and pride in this nation, even though a great deal of the people mess it up anyway. I was still in favor of this place... until I noticed there are too many Hispanics are up here, taking all of our stuff. I am not blaming them for stuff like that, I am just upset at the fact it is like that now. There are some good ones out there, but the ones I have met, and I mean a lot of them, are not good at all. Now that the nation is how it is now, with all the filth still, but it will just add to conflict if you just up and change the nation's language, with all of this I might just turn against the place. This is not a threat to the nation, I am just trying to get my opinion through. The Spaniards did not come here first, the English did. We should not have to change the language because people who do not belong here want you to. You do not give a kid a bucket of sugar just because they wanted it now do you? Do not change the language please? Me and several other normal English-speaking Americans will appreciate it a bunch.
Body Language Observations - Avoiding Collisions
Have you ever walked down the street or hallway, and suddenly you see a person coming your way and you two try to pass each other, but end up doing that little 'side-step at the same time' thing and end up trying to pass each other for a minute?
I know I have problems with that at times, and so do lots of other people out there. So I put it as a goal to figure out how to avoid it.
Most recently, I have figured out a good enough way to avoid it... I tested it in my school hallways. I purposely went through busy hallways for a few days, about four days, and tested a few things out on people to see just how people react to certain things. If you look head on at a person, you will most likely collide into them. It is known for a great amount of people, if not all, that by your mental nature, if you are in motion, and you turn to face something, you will unconsciously head towards it... and other people's self conscious mind knows that. For an example, if you are on a bicycle and you turn to face a tree, you will most likely go towards the tree, even if you do not want to. You do it because you looked towards it, either in attempts to avoid it, or it was distracting. Same thing with people running into people. I found that if you turn your head to face a different way than the person coming towards you, the other person will unconsciously see this, and might as a fact, turn the opposite way and avoid collision, thinking without actually thinking you might be going the other way. Try it out some time!
I know I have problems with that at times, and so do lots of other people out there. So I put it as a goal to figure out how to avoid it.
Most recently, I have figured out a good enough way to avoid it... I tested it in my school hallways. I purposely went through busy hallways for a few days, about four days, and tested a few things out on people to see just how people react to certain things. If you look head on at a person, you will most likely collide into them. It is known for a great amount of people, if not all, that by your mental nature, if you are in motion, and you turn to face something, you will unconsciously head towards it... and other people's self conscious mind knows that. For an example, if you are on a bicycle and you turn to face a tree, you will most likely go towards the tree, even if you do not want to. You do it because you looked towards it, either in attempts to avoid it, or it was distracting. Same thing with people running into people. I found that if you turn your head to face a different way than the person coming towards you, the other person will unconsciously see this, and might as a fact, turn the opposite way and avoid collision, thinking without actually thinking you might be going the other way. Try it out some time!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Upset at Government : Underage rules of protection against danger.
I had heard somewhere that people under the age of 18 in Wisconsin (and maybe other states) cannot hold weapons/objects to defend themselves against dangerous situations?
My mother called the services (police or something) and asked where I could buy pepper spray. She talked with them and they told her that it is against the law for me, and underage girl, to carry pepper spray. I am well in my teen years but not an 18yr old yet. How can I not carry something with me to protect myself? I cannot carry a knife, of course, but they say I also cannot carry something as simple as that? I understand that other teenagers my age are fools that like to play around and hurt others and get hurt, but I have more sense, and so do a lot of other teenagers. People tell me I am pretty and such, and people in public do pull over and ask me to come with them. I have enough sense to know what they want, and I refuse to go with them. What if one day, one refuses to take my "No." answer, and gets out to grab me? I am not allowed to carry defensive weapons and I am weak due to me being underweight and thin. What am I to do then? Those my age who have been in the same situation are vulnerable to being taken and such. What are we to do, fail at defending ourselves and end up on the news paper or on a milk carton? I hope to all life not. I suggest and I request that they lift that law so at least we are a bit safer and maybe we can get rid of the ever so high rape counts we have in this state. Laws and restrictions like that make me sick to even think of it, and it also makes me paranoid of going outside and going to and from school and other places I need to go.
My mother called the services (police or something) and asked where I could buy pepper spray. She talked with them and they told her that it is against the law for me, and underage girl, to carry pepper spray. I am well in my teen years but not an 18yr old yet. How can I not carry something with me to protect myself? I cannot carry a knife, of course, but they say I also cannot carry something as simple as that? I understand that other teenagers my age are fools that like to play around and hurt others and get hurt, but I have more sense, and so do a lot of other teenagers. People tell me I am pretty and such, and people in public do pull over and ask me to come with them. I have enough sense to know what they want, and I refuse to go with them. What if one day, one refuses to take my "No." answer, and gets out to grab me? I am not allowed to carry defensive weapons and I am weak due to me being underweight and thin. What am I to do then? Those my age who have been in the same situation are vulnerable to being taken and such. What are we to do, fail at defending ourselves and end up on the news paper or on a milk carton? I hope to all life not. I suggest and I request that they lift that law so at least we are a bit safer and maybe we can get rid of the ever so high rape counts we have in this state. Laws and restrictions like that make me sick to even think of it, and it also makes me paranoid of going outside and going to and from school and other places I need to go.
Body Language Observation : Talking With Your Hands, Effecting Explaination Process?
One or more days I have focused on watching specifically people who talk with their hands a lot. As myself, when I talk to others in public, I automatically move and wave my hands around while explaining something. I might be wrong on this bit of info that I caught by testing it with myself, but I noticed that I have a harder time explaining complicated questions/directions when I restrict myself from using my hands to help me when I talk. I sat in my Math class at my school and payed close attention to what teachers asked others and/or myself. When he/she asked me a question... I let observed how I answered it, and as always, used my hands while explaining. Then, with my luck, the teacher asked the same question later in the day. I tried to answer it again but I kept my hands under my desk to keep them from moving, and I could not answer the question as accurately. Maybe I am the only person to notice this, and maybe I am the only person I know that actually has that problem. Then again, I have not observed the world yet, only myself. I must get more info on that soon I guess.
Upset at Government : Weight Concerns
I sit at home sometimes and wonder... why do commercials promote so many things to having less this and less that? I understand that people these days all over America are overweight. My concern is not of weight loss, but of my own personal problem of being underweight. I am frustrated by the fact that they are only being one-sided. I myself and others I know are underweight, because of some things they sell these days aren't helping us. They are all based on losing weight instead of gaining. I want to ask them about what I should do and what others my weight range should do about all of this. I cannot walk into a simple store... expecting to look for something that could possibly help me with gaining, without turning around and everywhere I look, there is something, at least ten things about "Now With Less Calories!" and "No Sugar" and "Fat Free" labels. It is starting to make me sick and worried of my own health. It is hard to find something that could possibly help me with this problem since they decided to turn almost all if not all merchandise into less than needed for people like me. I am told I am going to have surgery soon on my jaw. After the surgery, my mouth is going to be basically wired/banded shut up heal. What am I to do then? Others I have talked to about the surgery have told me to try to gain as much weight as I can before it happens, because of the fact that when it happens, I am most likely, with my metabolism rate so high, gonna lose 15-20lbs or more when I have my mouth shut up and I can barely eat. The companies and corporations that are producing things with less everything now, are not helping. My BMI (Body Mass Index) is under weight by 2pts than I should be. Yeah, I think they should at least change some things around or close it off and sell it to people who actually need it, rather than just mess with it all at once and damage the few others in the USA suffering from being underweight.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Random Post 1
Some people create blogs to complain. Some create blogs to get something off of their chest. Some even may post blogs just to post blogs. I post things on Facebook and other places because of all of those reasons.
Interesting some may be. Some may be a bit unusual. Some may be important or serious. Mine are a mix a lot of the time. Nothing unusual, am i not right?
It is actually kind of cool to watch and read what others do and say. I observe people all of the time just to try to figure out why people act certain ways. I like to read body language and study it. Speaking of such activity I have, I am currently trying to understand the human mind better to better understand non-verbal communication. If you tried it, it may seem a bit hard to do, but to others it will seem easy.
I also like to study the fears of the average person. I myself don't have a lot of fears, but the ones I do have are unusual. Have you ever heard of a person who is afraid of Ladybugs? I am also afraid of mosquitoes, bees, and centipedes. If I see a centipede, I run from it, then come back and try to kill it from a distance. That is the same with mosquitoes, bees, and ladybugs. Just like how a lot of people I know are scared of spiders. No, I am not scared of spiders. Aren't I just a unique person?
This here was one of my soon to come Random Post.
-Brii
Interesting some may be. Some may be a bit unusual. Some may be important or serious. Mine are a mix a lot of the time. Nothing unusual, am i not right?
It is actually kind of cool to watch and read what others do and say. I observe people all of the time just to try to figure out why people act certain ways. I like to read body language and study it. Speaking of such activity I have, I am currently trying to understand the human mind better to better understand non-verbal communication. If you tried it, it may seem a bit hard to do, but to others it will seem easy.
I also like to study the fears of the average person. I myself don't have a lot of fears, but the ones I do have are unusual. Have you ever heard of a person who is afraid of Ladybugs? I am also afraid of mosquitoes, bees, and centipedes. If I see a centipede, I run from it, then come back and try to kill it from a distance. That is the same with mosquitoes, bees, and ladybugs. Just like how a lot of people I know are scared of spiders. No, I am not scared of spiders. Aren't I just a unique person?
This here was one of my soon to come Random Post.
-Brii
First Post
My name is Bri-Anne... known as Brii or 'Anime' becuase of how i look... im new to blogging but i decided to try at it to see wat exactlii it does... if it works ill think of more stuff to put up. Most of the stuff i might put up might be important... some might not. Whoever reads this... your opinion... just dont be rude to me.
-Brii
-Brii
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