Universe of Constants

Before I entertain you with my brilliant storytelling of the night that actually has something to do with the title of this post, I have a different random story to rant about. 

Facebook. El libro de cara. I have my ups and downs with this site. Some days I will guiltily be glued to it, and other days i sware to be too "above" it and could care less.. (Always a lie, by the way. Even though most of my time on Facebook is spent trying to figure out what the hell 'poking' is... If anyone wants to tell me the point of it, please do!) Anyways, so as most of the people with Facebook probably know, its normal to friend request people you know, or even just kind of know, but most of the time you friend request those who go to the same school as you, live in the same area, share the same friends, etc. I'm not really fond of friend requesting people in the first place. I guess I would rather have people request me. (Does that make me a facebook snob??) 

Well, today, I became a fan of the Southern Gothic Productions group. And since alot of the people who are also part of the group comment on their blog (check out their blog to show support! =] ) I was going through the list of fans and friend requesting them, because I am assuming most would understand and know me from the blog. Well, I obviously was not paying attention, and by the end of the list I went back to look it over, and I noticed two guys with the last name Burton... and i'm thinking it might be the brothers of Hilarie Burton, a.k.a the co-creator of SoGoPro... and I feel like a complete idiot, because, since they wouldn't know me from the blog, they will probably think i'm alot sketchier than I am.. I mean i'm weird, but not in that way ;]

So, if anyone wants to share their embarrassing friend request stories, please share so I can make myself feel better. Or maybe I am just reading too much into friend requesting... Would poking be more appropriate?

Alright, I will get back on the title topic just to stop the confusion...

Things change in life all the time, right? I mean events change, people change, decisions take us in different directions... but it feels really good when you can depend on things. But i mean really depend on things.

And it doesn't have to be something big to rely on. For example, as corny as it might sound, there is this one star that shines right in the center of my window every night, and no matter what, it is there. The days where all I want to do is go to sleep, so i throw myself on the bed, regrets from a bad day racing through my head, and I look over, and the star is in the same exact place I left it. It kinda keeps me sane, you know? Like it reminds me that the world isn't changing as fast as it may seem.

I guess, music is another main constant in my life. I rely on my CD collection to get me through anything and everything, because I know that no matter what, those songs will always be there, and those artists will never fail to save me with their music. (See, thats the good thing about trusty CDs. All you music industry ruiners who download illegal music can just lose all your music in the blink of a computer screen. so HA. that'll teach you...)

So, think about it, and try to think of all the constants in your life. It could be bigger things like family, supportive friends, a job, or the smaller things, like my twinkling star (go ahead, allow yourself to sing the song), and maybe take some time to be grateful for them. You never know when things will change.

Sermon over. =]

Going old school today: listen to "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday... because I refused to post a romantic song yesterday...