Loosing My Mind?

      When I was little I've hit my head badly only twice. Ounce was when I was 8 years old I went to an after party at my relatives house they had a trampoline. My uncle was doing some back flips, my brother was there telling me to keep back but I didn't really listen. My uncle fell out the trampoline and landed on me hitting my head on concrete floor. I remember it all happened in slow motion and I remember hearing the impact of my head hitting the concrete. For a moment I remember thinking deja vu as I looked out to the grass I couldn't hear the music anymore and I wasn't aware of the people around me calling out my name. Then my brother came into my view he had tears in his eyes and a very worried expression that's when my hearing came back. I can hear my aunt directing my dad to be careful with my head as he picked me up and took me inside. He had the same expression as my brother and so did everyone else around me. I felt dazed like I was having a dream I wanted to sleep but I was told not to. I was taken to the car sitting in the back with my brother still pretty dazed. My uncle came to my side of the window and was apologizing repeatedly with tearful eyes. I didn't go to the hospital that night. I don't know why my dad didn't take me, I just assume it was because we didn't have much money to go to the hospital, but that's just my assumption I'm not really sure that's why. Had to get a CAT scan I think the next day and they said everything was fine.
     The other time was when I was at my grandma's house I went outside to make a new friend with the person that was living with her. I was talking to her normally when outta no where my little cousin accidently hits me full force in the back of the head with a golf club. I can just say right now it hurt like hell. Again I didn't go to the hospital and this time I didn't get a CAT scan. Or at least I think I didn't get a scan.
      Since those accidents I've been a bit slow and till today I can't remember certain things. I forget small things like putting in soap ounce I finish loading the dishwasher, or where I put certain things down, task I was told to do, and I don't grasp instructions very well they have to be repeated to me over and over until I understand. I think it was Monday or Tuesday this week that my parents remote went missing. My parents interrogated us all to see if one of us took it. When they asked me I told them I had no clue where it was. Then today my dad found it in my closet near the window. When he said he found it the memory rushed back to me setting the remote there next to my jewelry box near the window. How did I forget it? And why did I have it? At dinner he wouldn't let me live it down. I wanted to cry at how stupid I felt. How did I forget? I'm I really losing my mind? Or am I just playing stupid? I feel like crying my eyes out but I can't cry over this it's probably nothing. I'm probably just stupid aren't I? Don't answer that. Sorry for the long story and sorry for spilling my issues to you guys. I just felt like writing.

My Heroes

         Now a persons hero is someone whom they look up too it may be their mom, sibling, or a friend. Those heroes are people whom inspire their on lookers whom look at them and say, "Wow I want to be like that some day."  My heroes are my big brother, Albert Einstein, Michio Kaku, and a goddess in Greek mythology Artemis. Now give me a chance to explain my last hero. If you have ever read Greek mythology about the huntress of the moon Artemis you'll understand she was an independent women, it was known not to offend her and animals or else she would punish those that went against her. Although she may have been feared she was also a loveable goddess who loved her animals and her mother Leto. This goddess is the image I have of what a good women should be, that being independent, strong, quick witted, loveable, and known to be taken seriously and not toyed with.
        I look up to my big brother because his smart, funny, quick witted, and a problem solver. He gets me thinking he gets me wondering and pondering over deep stuff. We'll be talking about
   bioscience, astronomy, physics, and such and at the end of our discussions I'll be left flabbergasted. The stories he tells me are science fiction stories that blow my mind and leaves me into yearning to hear more of what happens next. I tell him every time he finishes his story to write a book about it that these are stories other people would love to read but there's a problem his not good at writing. Hahaha but that's okay I'm sure his stories will be published. I absolutely am inspired by my brother which is why he is my hero. :)
        Now Albert Einstein was a great man with brains and many of his discoveries and projects were left behind till this day. His a smart man that I respect and look up to because he has created such a great impact on this world that his name is well known. When he died he left his legacy behind for sure and THAT is what I admire the most.
        Michio Kaku is my hero because he explains the physics of science fiction. He explains the things that peak my interest the most the things I usually talk about with my big brother. I feel inspired to make a change when I hear him speak. I feel like I can be the change I want to see in the world. I wish I can meet this man and have a discussion with him about all sorts of things about the future.
These are my heroes....who are yours?     

On rainy days like these

Since I live in a dry area it doesn't rain so much or snow often. So when it rains or snows it's special and even beautiful. It's a time to just make a cup of tea and sit near the window enjoying the sound of the rain pitter pattering on the roof top and the sound of thunder roaring throughout the gray sky. Some people find the storms scary, but why is that? Can anybody tell me? Is it because the lightning and thunder are something we can not explain? Or is it because our imagination runs free? I love it...I love it all the thunder, the lightning, the sound, the smell. When I think of the rain I picture myself sitting on the windowsill with my nice warm cup of tea in my hands a book in my lap wearing a white dress that comes off the shoulders and drapes down revealing my bare legs. Just sitting there looking at the rain in deep thought. My imagination on snowy or rainy days just run wild. It's a perfect time for me to find inspiration. I feel like the rain or snow puts my mind at ease to think clearly. What do you think of the rain? Do you like it or do you dislike it?    

My Dream

 



 

Do you have a dream? If you do what's your dream? Is it to become someone great and imprint your name in this world before you leave? Is it to spread your beliefs?  To give hope to those in need? Or is to see the world with your own eyes and experience new things? Maybe it's to leave your legacy.

A wise man from Japan said to me you can't be happy if you don't have a dream.

My dream is to travel and see the world, experience different cultures, and become known for something great. No one is known if they don't speak out. No one makes a difference without standing for what's right. No one will remember your name if you don't make a change and fight.

My dream is to be strong and break out of this person I'am now. I want to be the person that can stand up and fight when in danger someone who can take care of herself. Someone who tells you the straight up truth, someone reliable, quick witted always on her feet, intelligent, and an independent woman. This is my dream it'll take sometime to get there but it all starts now and what I do today. I hope I can reach my goals. Sometimes it seems so far from my reach...

Lesson Learned:Speak Your Mind

Well I sure did get my lesson learned today. I made a whole mess of things that could have easily been avoided by just speaking my mind. I'm not really the type of girl that tells you things straight out. Now I'm not saying I'm fake I'm just saying I tend to sugar coat things alot and not get straight to the point. I don't like this about me but that's what I learned. Middle school I didn't have much self-esteem I felt ugly and fat. I always worried about my looks and cared what people thought of me. I was a shy and quiet girl I didn't speak unless spoken to. I think that made me an easy target for bullies to tease me because they thought I didn't have a voice to stand up to them, which at that time is true. Today I let people say, and think what they want about me. I have always thought that it's best I don't speak my mind because no one will ever understand my thoughts, or my way of thinking, or that it'll just be a burden to others. But I know it's not wrong to speak your mind because if you don't speak out what you want you'll never be happy. Guess it's time for a change I think I needed this to become the stronger person I know deep inside. That person that tells you the straight up truth even if the truth is harsh, that only sugar coats things on special occasions. I want to become the person I know I'am maybe you'll stick around with me and see me change. :) 

Bunnies over Jasmines

I think my nickname Bunny better suits me. Jasmine is a flower in which I find no comparison to my own personality. It makes me very happy when someone calls me Bunny it's like I get this rush of energy outta nowhere ready to jump around giggling and laughing kinda almost like when I get too into a movie. haha :D Always time for bed here so night night dream sweetly a better tomorrow comes along. ^-^