So my people, here we are again, I find myself actually coming back to this blog much more often than I had predicted. This is a good thing. Anyway, I was on the bus today and I all of sudden noticed the overwhelming silence that is such a rarity on public transportation and it got me thinking about how all too often, people speak just to fill the air because they're afraid to be in the presence of silence. Frankly, I feel a bit of silence can do us all some good from time to time, since it gives us the chance to focus on things other than the various forms of noise in our lives. For once, the bus was not humming with the chatter of people; acquaintances who happened to be taking the same bus home, feeling that they had to be polite and strike up a meaningless convo. Or friends discussing the most mundane and minute details of their lives. Or any other form of conversation and talk one may normally find when taking public transportation. When I was younger, when introducing me to people, my father would always tell these people how shy I was because I was not one to speak at lengths with adults I did not know. One day I told him that it wasn't because I was shy, rather it was because I had nothing to say and therefore didn't feel the need to speak. Of course, despite the fact that he laughed heartily at what I said, my dad told me (in that encouraging way that fathers have of making their small children feel as though everything they say is of great value LOL) that I had a very good point. I know he thought that it was silly, but to this day, I still feel the same way. Why speak, just because we are afraid of awkward silences? Awkward conversations are worse...

Welcome back to the show ladies and gentlemen. Today we will be discussing the widespread phenomenon of...toxic people. You know them, maybe, you even are one of them (without knowing of course). One of those draining people, who tend to bring with them a toxic air wherever they go. Unfortunately, I have many of these people in my life, even though I fancy myself a rather positive sort. They may also be known as "haters" and engage in what is commonly referred to as "hateration" (not to be confused with the actual, existing, proper english word "hatred"). The haters in my life are mostly girls, hating on other girls for one reason or another, although I do come across haters of other sorts as well. Regardless of the reason behind their hateration antics, these people are killin' my vibe. So, my question to myself and to the 3 of you in the blogosphere who actually read this blog is, how do you avoid these kinds and if you already know some, then how do you get rid of them? Do you burn bridges entirely or is it a processual thing that takes time and finesse? I like to be diplomatic about these (and most) sorts of things, you know, proper manners and what not, so I try to not to be too big of a cow and shoot people down directly, however, sometimes, haters are in need of just that...

I know some of you think I'm getting a bit ahead of myself when I say summer is over. However, it is simply my way of mentally preparing myself for the stress of the semester ahead, not to mention the dreaded winter. I have to let go of summer otherwise I won't be in the right mindframe for school because I'll be caught up in lazy summer days filled with warm sun and smoothies and walks in the park and all that goodstuff...*sigh* I miss it already...

Summer is over. School is here again. Time to refresh my brain, oyyyyy, it hurts!

I have reached that point in your very early twenties, still a few years before you hit your mid-twenties, where people you've known since childhood start to get married and settle down and somehow, I seem to have missed the memo that we are all serious adults now. Not that I'm not serious, I certainly am on the serious rather than frivolous side, however, marriage to me, is no joke and it is such a "grown up" thing to do. Grown I am, a "grown up" however? Not quite. I haven't yet reached that stage and although it may seem rather strange, it appears that most people my age are in the same boat as me. There are the "tweens," which are the kids that are not quite teens yet, then there are the teens, and then there are what I like to call the "twenteens" which are those of us who are no longer teens, but aren't quite into our twenties yet and still, quite frankly, do not have our acts as together as we would like. At first I thought this was a unique thing and that I was probably the only loser to feel this way, arrested in my development so to speak. However, as I seem to be discovering more and more, I am not alone and am in fact, part of quite a phenomenon of young people who are feeling left out of the proverbial loop. If this makes us a tad bit slower than our counterparts all over, then so be it. Marriage is cool and all, but like I said, it's no joke and I'd rather get married a little later and be sure than to be married young and divorced early. Not to say that all young married couples end in divorce...Alas, I digress. In the end, what it boils down to really is, to each his own...

I thought that perhaps, after a 2 year hiatus, I should give this blog thing another shot. The thing is, I have no patience to stay on top of a blog, this takes time, and patience, a resource and a virtue I unfortunately do not possess. However, I think it's a good exercise in discipline and time management, so once again, here I am, in the blogosphere. Summer is upon us and almost passing us all at once. Although winter is extremely offensive and absolutely unbearable, this is perhaps the time of year that saddens me the most because summer is drawing to a close and everybody knows it. There is a frantic buzz in the air, people trying to get all those things done that they had planned to do at the beginning of the summer and of course, never got around to doing. Still though, it is summer after all, so I can't be entirely sad. I procrastinated a bit more than I should have, but all in all, it was quite a decent summer. I took full advantage of the weather, outdoor activities galore, and that my friends, is what summer is all about...