There are a few things in life that are positively worth dying for. And worth living for.

That awesome feeling of complete, total, relaxed, and undisturbed peace that washes over you on a Saturday morning, when you know you can sleep in and no one is going to bother you. Sunlight streams through your window with that light hearted, happy look before you decide to fall out of bed and grace the world with your awakened presence.

Another is the heated feeling that thrills up from the depths of your soul and completely absorbs you when you've stood up for something you've believed in and won. Not necessarily over the person or thing that confronted you, but over yourself, because you've gotten up the courage to do what you wanted to do, and didn't cower in the mouse-like way you've been known to at times. You've conquered, you're victorious, you've won.

Another is the silly, giddy, oh so fun feeling of just being happy to be alive, and young, and just....alive. lol, I love being a teen! It's awesome!! i love the way i can switch back and forth from being grown up and mature around little kids, to being silly and childish around older people. :) I mean, I hate being taken as a little kid by adults, that's not what i mean. I mean...just acting childish now and then, around people my age....like yesterday, sliding down this silly, pitch black side with my brother, while my dad watched us, amusement and disturbance written all over his face. lol! But then turning right around and being the responsible sibling who hangs on to kids so they don't tumble into the giraffe pen at the zoo. I don't know how to explain it. This whole blog entry is stupid and senseless. I dunno...I'm just silly, and dumb, and crazy, and alive, and happy!! And i had to vent it somewhere, and this seemed as good a place as any. This world is so cool, sometimes!!!!!! :)

Wierd that all these emotions jumbled together into a Monday, isn't it?? that's normally the day people hate.....