First Entry

Wow...My first entry. Yay? Okay, I know that most people would begin their first entry with a hello or some info about them or all that rosy stuff. But I'm just gonna go straight to the point.

Today was a really trying day. I had a lot of studying to do because my math and history exam is on Monday and I've barely studied a single thing. And I also have to do some extra work for this history folio. I was practically done like a week ago. That is, before the ministry of education decided to add another sub-topic. Yea, they're stupid like that.

And guess what? I have to send that in on Monday too.

I got so stressed, and adding the fact that I'm still a teenager with major emotional instability problems, you can more or less guess what happened. Yep. I cried. It just started in the pit of my heart, as a tiny little smudge. So I was able to ignore it. Then the dam broke and the tears started to just flow.

I really wasn't in any position to do any work that my parents wanted me to do, so I grabbed my iPod and locked myself in the bathroom. I put it on shuffle and the first song that came up was coincidental. I think.

It was hands held high by Linkin Park. The whole meaning of the song...it really helped me. So much. So here I thought I'd just post up the lyrics. For fun.
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Turn my mike up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in

Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running

Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping

Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping

Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for

Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for

Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank

These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"

Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen

World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions

Ten years old it's something to see
Another kid my age drug under a jeep

Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me

Do you see the soldiers they're out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away

It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes

My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine

On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"

Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
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Honestly, I don't know how I can make through life without music like this. Music of truth. Mad World helped too. It came on right after Hands Held High.

And I feel absolutely wonderful.