Music.

Lots of definitions. Lots of meaning towards people.

Most of the definitions of "music" from most people?

"19. Music - With out music I think most peopel would die. Music is one thign where kids today can go and get away from the world today" (source: Urban Dictionary)

Basically, that's somewhat a good definition of music, BUT, there are flaws. No, not just the spelling and grammar of the definition, but the fact that there is no REAL definition of "music".

To me, music is a work of art. No matter what form, what beat or anything. It's still music.

People don't quite understand that and grasp the fact that music is basically two things, and two things only:

Beats and Rhythm.

Does it really matter if you're going to speak throughout the whole song?

Or does it matter if you're going to scream throughout the whole song?

Or use profanity?

It's a way to express feelings. Express your culture on how you grew up.

I admit, I used to be one of those people who actually discriminate against music. But I grew out of that. People use genres against musicians.

So now, Bring Me The Horizon can't hang out with All Time Low. T-Pain can't hang out with Green Day.

It's basically saying that "blacks can't be with whites" or "asians can't be with mexicans".

My saying? Fuck it. What does it matter if a rapper and a country star get together?

Or a pop, top-40 artist is with a hardcore rock band?

Does it really matter?

I've seen too much hate against the Disney stars, such as, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Jonas Brothers. Why? Why are they being hated?

Unless there was a really good reason to be hated, I see no problem with it.

Just because they work for Disney doesn't mean ANYTHING.

Who cares if they get paid a lot. They're still normal people, for gods sakes.

I'm sick of people and their definition of music.

I've always stuck to one definition and one only:

Beats and rhythm.

"12. Music - Music is just sequences of sounds and sometimes vocals put together.

Now, it has become categories in which today's people has put themselves in express to the world what they represent or what they represent.

Categories like gangstas, punk rockers, ravers, ginos, metal rockers, etc.

What I don't understand is why these categories constantly attack each other and their taste, most of the people who actually truly align themselves into a single demographic (most noticable are the "gangstas", but rockers are catching up...) Actually got into that music because it was the fad at the time.

This saying that people aren't truly expressing themselves, but are just emulating what's on TV or what their older friends do.

Music is music. All music is related to each other so make fun of one genre and you will make fun of every genre." (source: Urban Dictionary)

I give props to that person, because what they are saying, is what I am trying to say.

Pathetic Disappointments.

I don't know what is a family anymore. When there is a group of people that are married to each other and others with the same blood, who is so fucking stubborn and inconsiderate, what do you call it? I don't call it a family.

My father is so stubborn. I don't know why I call him my father, to be honest. He spends "his" money on his own needs and my brothers and sisters who can support themselves. He spends all "his" money on business failures and failed ideas for businesses, when all the money is supposed to be for my college fund. I have one year left of high school and I have no money value for a college fund, because "school in America is easy to get into and easy to achieve". He just doesn't fucking get it. For four years, I failed because of him. In pity. Let's just say it's a Willy and Biff Loman, but instead of Willy cheating on his wife, it's cheating his own child.

Next, is the way he sees my mother's side of my family and he looks down on them because of some stupid little drama my uncle and my father had. He can not get the fuck over it and I'm sick and tired of his immaturity of this bullshit. My family forgot about it, and is over it. They invite my family to a family gathering, festivity and such, and he turns all of them down because he simply "has no respect towards them" to go. When I, his own flesh and blood, want to go so I can say I have a REAL family that can look past problems. I frown every time he says no, and he rants about just ONE time, how he used to be the favorite of the family until the drama. Well, gee. I fucking wonder why.

All the emo years I had, when I cared for no one but my friends and friends only, I hated going to the family parties, but he wanted me to go, so I went. Why? Because I wanted him to be happy, and what does he do to repay me?

Spend all 16 years worth of my college fund and no happiness in me, whatsoever.

Because of him, I lost all meaning of family. I don't even know what it stands for.

All I can see is that family means betrayal and hurt.

It's just not fucking worth it anymore.

WWE Extreme Rules.

The whole thing was boring... up until Jeff Hardy went after the belt. That's when things got exciting.

Results:

Cena vs Big Show, One Fall/Submission - Cena.

Mysterio vs Jericho, Intercontinental/Mask - Jericho.

Matt Hardy vs Regal vs MVP vs Kofi Kingston, Fatal Four Way/US Champ - Kofi.

Santina vs Vickie (and Chavo), Miss Wrestlemania/Pig Pen/Handicapped(last minute change) - Santina

CM Punk vs Umaga, One Fall/Samoan Strap - CM Punk

Christian vs Swagger vs Dreamer, Triple Threat/ECW - Dreamer

Orton vs Batista, Cage/WWE - Batista

Jeff Hardy vs Edge - Jeff Hardy... then CM Punk by cashing in his MITB.

I wish these people would've won:

Big Show, Jericho, Matt, Satina, Umaga, Christian, Orton, Jeff.

I only got two..... technically three... but I wanted Jeff to hold it at least more than a day...

maybe a fucking year.

This just isn't fucking fair.

I could care less if this shit was scripted but Jeff Hardy deserves a fucking title no matter what.

WWE needs to give Jeff a chance to hold the belt for a long time...

Oh... and one more thing...

Next Thursday is when I will lose contact with Chelsea for weeks!

Those weeks are going to be HELL without her!

RAWR.

End of the 08-09 school year.

These next two weeks are probably going to be super busy.

Tomorrow, I have Superstars to watch.

Friday, I have Smackdown! to watch.

Saturday, I seriously forgot what I was going to do...

Sunday, EXTREME FUCKING RULES, I'm excited for that<3

I'm gonna go ahead and guess that Jericho is going to win, but Rey's gonna backfire at the last moment with the mask... or it's another false Kane thing, again.

Batista is going to win, I mean... have you SEEN Batista?!

Christian NEEDS to keep the ECW belt because I think he's better than Dreamer and Swagger, not matter how much of a 'Legend' Dreamer is, and no matter how ridiculously charming Swagger's smile is.

Big Show's getting his payback on Cena, FO SHO!

Satina vs Vickie... Vickie wins by having the interference... as usual.

Fatal 4way... I really badly want to say Matt Hardy, but I highly doubt it :/

I'd have to say, Kofi or MVP on this.

Punk vs Umaga. Umaga hands down, I mean... do I really have to point out the obvious?

Last, but not least!

Jeff Hardy vs Edge for Ladder match.

oh dear lord. I love both Jeff and Edge... so I can't decide on who should win or predict.

Jeff is an absolute pro for ladder matches... but I haven't seen Edge and ladder matches lately, so he could easily improve over the times I missed his ladder matches.

There will, most likely, have an interference... once again, and who else, by Matthew Moore Hardy? (well, that's if he loses the US Champ).

That's all I really have to say, for now...

Monday, last day of a full schedule.

Tuesday, I have no clue, but I'm getting out at 12...

Wednesday, I still have no clue...

Thursday, lots of fun.

Going out with the whole table, [most likely excluding Pedro and his new beau].

Going to the sushi buffet, then the movies.

What are we going to watch?

We have NO clue whatsoever. But whatever is planned, is planned.

No cancellations from here.

This is the last weeks of our Junior school year, Sophomore for Luis.

I will bawl my eyes out tomorrow, since it's Devora's last day of High School...

She and I grew close during these months, and she's one of the people I'm starting to trust...

and once that trust is coming, she's leaving.

Talk about bad timing.

In other note; Johnny's talking to me more now...

...now that I decide to finally get over him.

Weird Dream from a nap.

So, I just woke up from a little two hour nap... and you guessed it, I had a weird dream.

I don't remember much of the first hour and such, but during the second hour, I was in Vegas... or Los Angeles or somewhere with lots of shopping places and tourists.

I was there with my family and my long-term boyfriend, or what it felt like my long-term boyfriend...

I was walking with my friends and mother at first talking about my boyfriend, and he came along, out of no where.

I was thrilled.

I remembered that I was skipping... looking down, I saw myself wearing silver high heel sandals, brown mini skirt, and a muave-ish short sleeve shirt and curled hair.

As I was skipping we didn't say anything, it was comfortable silence. We held hands and just walked ahead, happy as hell, looking around.

Once we reached a local shopping mall, we had to walk down a few stairs to get to the main entrance, which has a few umbrella covered tables like at Starbucks. It was a warm sunny day, and people were outside chatting.

When they noticed us, they stared.

Why? Well, we were, apparently, a famous couple.

My boyfriend was Dave Batista. Weird, right?!

Okay, now that we know that my boyfriend is Dave Batista, let's move on with the story...

We walked down those steps and he went towards the door and looked in the glass door.

He had a disappointed look on his face, well, I think it was.

I looked at him, confused. He ignored my look.

He looked around and, I guess, spotted what he was looking for considering his face was brightened up.

I looked at his direction and saw Randy Orton, Adam "Edge" Copeland and John Cena(ew. I know).

I was friends with them, but I wasn't in the situation where I could talk to them without awkwardness.

I smiled and greeted them as Batista started chatting away.

I wanted to waste some money in this mall, and fast.

So, I held one of his hands with both of mine and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, only not to recieve some attention.

I started to move his hands back and forth with the same look, which I finally got some attention.

He looked at me and chuckled, as my mother came into the scene.

She greeted the other boys and stood right next to me.

He kissed me and called me adorable.

I still sported the same face while innocently saying "please?"

That's when he knew that I wanted to shop. He chuckled and brought out $30.

I smiled, and said "I lo-" only to realize that the WWE were taping them.

Why? I don't know. But I didn't want to blow my cover of being "Jeff Hardy's girlfriend", so I quickly let go of his hand.

Explanation to the "Jeff Hardy's girlfriend" thing:

I was a WWE Diva, well, a new one-ish. My storyline involved a romance with Jeff Hardy... that's all I remember.

Anyway, they filming a scene for RAW and I hid behind Randy, so no one could see me from the camera's view.

When the camera was faced towards John Cena, because he was making a speech, Batista turned to me and asked me what I was about to say.

I smiled and shook my head as he kissed me.

"I love you" he said, I grinned and replied "I love you too"

and that's where I woke up.

Me + Dave Batista? No way.

Chelsea will just absolutely love hearing this dream... or reading it.

...

Every time when a problem is related to me, you put the blame on me. Why?

You make me seem like I betrayed you in every way. Am I that type of person?... to betray you purposely?

Every time I have a problem with you, I keep it inside myself.

I don't want to risk anything to happen because I don't want to lose a friend.

Of course, you'd have that problem.

You don't care if you lose a friend, especially one that cares about you and is always there for you even if there's something upsetting going on... right?

Every time I seem to state my own opinion which is opposing to yours, you'd freak out.

Whenever you had an opinion opposing to mine, I never said anything. In fact, I wasn't even offended or hurt or anything.

But when I try to state mine, you'll just argue and believe what you want to believe. No matter what.

Then you'll say something along the lines of, "Tina, I have so many things to say about you right now, I-I just don't want to even start because that'll lose a me a friendship."

...

You actually think I don't have a problem with you? Do you think you're "little miss perfect" to everyone?

You always gave me a problem with something.

In fact, you're a huge racist, and you know it... but you won't admit it.

All those jokes about Obama being black were really wrong... I mean, once in a while, sure. But during his trip to, practically, save our state/city/country? Inappropriate.

Another problem is that you seem to bitch constantly how you need an A as your grade.

You procrastinate and you end up stressing yourself out.

I try to calm you down every single fucking time and help you to figure shit out.

What did I get?

"Tina, I don't need your help! You don't care about anything, not even grades. That's why you don't care if you have a D or a C. You're not in my situation, your mom isn't going to fucking bitch at you if you have a C and make you move to a school you completely hate."

Seriously? You think I don't care if I have a bad grade?

I do. I just don't stress myself out. I'm too young to be stressed out.

Even if I do tend to procrastinate, I know what I'm doing and I know the consequences... so why bitch about it? I deserved all the F's and D's I have due to my problem with procrastinating.

Then with the whole project we have to do in History.

You never started it, and the first day we got to work on it... you played with the designs.

I didn't. I started working on my information looking for websites so I can research in the future. You didn't do shit.

Now the whole thing is due next week and you're freaking out because you didn't start it.

Hey, guess what?

You had your chance to start shit and research while you can.

I finished all the information in one day because I actually researched it during class time.

I never even look at it once at home.

I finished it all yesterday... and when I told you today, you fucking freaked out at me.

Why?

"Because you have a computer at home so you can just fucking copy and paste all that crap and you're done! I don't have a fucking computer like you, Tina. I'm not rich or anything like that, and my sister got a virus on my stupid computer!"

What the fuck does my computer have to do with anything?

What does being rich have to do with anything?

And I didn't even fucking copy and paste in my project, I summarized a whole fucking wikipedia page about the Roaring Twenties in one fucking slide.

Did you seriously think I'm going to cost my grade on a stupid three bullet point slide?

I'm tired of your shit.

You're fucking stubborn and immature as hell.

I question myself why I'm even friends with you, let alone talk to you.

I try to care. I really do, but all you seem to do is blame everything on me.

Like the whole "Matt" thing.

Chino told him and covered it up by saying just kidding.

I didn't say anything. I kept your fucking secret and I'm being yelled at by you?

Listening to you ask me, "why would you do that, Tina?" repeatedly.

Did you seriously thing I would tell anyone about you liking Matt?

You've made this shit pretty fucking obvious, so obvious that our fucking teacher found out on her own.

I didn't even have to say it. Everyone knows.

Now, I'm here listening to you yelling at me, like I betrayed you by "telling everyone you like Matt"

Fuck you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I never would... even if you told my secrets I told you multiple times to many people.

I've fucking had enough of your ignorance and your immaturity.