dudeness .

I was informed (late night) that i would be going to the beach today. Yay for me.
James, a leader at the Youth Group I attend, picked me up around 12:30 ish after a few communication problems had kicked our plans back by an hour or so. I didn’t mind. As long as i was able to go.
We met up with Isaac, Daniel (Isaac’s cousin) and Matt (another leader at the Youth Group) at Isaac’s house and we then departed for Cronulla.
We took the back way, to save money at the toll. Though it was hot, and the wind did nothing to cool us down, I’m glad i had more time to spend with my friends. No matter how uncomfortable it sadly was.
When we arrived at the beach, not surprisingly it was quite full. James parked a fair way away from where Matt parked (he was lucky enough to park right next to the beach). Me and Jacob (James’ Brother) had to carry the esky (which was quite heavy for the way that we walked) while Joel and James carried everything else.
We soon got to everyone else. As we looked for a place on the burning hot sand to set up camp, the thought of syringes in the sand hauntingly lingered at the back of my mind, but my fears were soon dismissed as i caught sight of the lifeguards.
When we finally DID find a place (which seemed to be much more of a hassle then it should’ve), i hastily slapped on some sunscreen (sun safety, yo) and ran with Isaac straight into the water.
It was AMAZING.
It was awesome Stuff. The waves were perfect and everything. I swam around for a while until i got tired and i got out and headed back .

Putting on some sunscreen, now more thorough, i looked around and scouted everyone out. Looking at half naked girls soon left me with a sense of guilt that i couldn’t get rid of so i proceeded to lie on my back and get a tan . Can i just say that im pro at beaching it? I mean i left the beach with a nice, even tan without a hint of sunburn. Mainly because i applied it every 30 minutes or so. But who cares, no sunburn :D.

As i lied on my back, hands behind my head and my eyes closed, i decided to listen in on the various conversations taking part around me. Beyond the cacophony of cawing Seagulls, my ears were met with words that were driven by emotion, while others spoke of how hot they looked.
A Particularly interesting conversation that I eavesdropped on were the musings of a friend who was unsure about how he felt about a girl.
“It’s not I’m happy BECAUSE of Her … I mean my life is in order right now… And She’s just a bonus. Know what i mean?”
“So You’re saying you don’t really need Her?” asked his Friend.
“No… It’s not that… I mean I really like her … But because everything is Good right now I dont want the risk of any Drama anymore. I can wait for a girl.”
“Yeah, You’re right,” Agreed his friend, as they both stood up and left.

I thought that that conversation was pretty profound. Most people nowadays are so caught up in being with someone when really all they need is a friend and to get their life in order. A special someone can wait, figure things out first. I give props to that dude. What He’s doing is very brave and selfless. Because i mean, C’mon, let’s face it. Some of us (most people) want a special someone so they can be happy, But rather a special someone should be an ADDITION to our Happiness. But then again that’s easier said then done. For me, and for alot of people. And for me, and for alot of people, they want to make that Special someone happy, instead of themselves.

The rest of the day consisted of me Hanging out with my Friends at the Mall where we walked around in a circle following Isaac… for whatever reason.
James soon dropped me off and i came home tired and impeccably tanned.
And right now I’m writing to you in my blog, dear reader.

it’s 1:32am and i refuse to sleep. Mainly because i just downed a whole can of coke in under a minute but that’s beside the point. It seems i have a creativity mind block thats really been bugging me lately.
Maybe i’ve out-written myself and have ran out of ideas. I dunno. But it really cuts me deep when i can’t do something. Sounds abit funny seeing as when i CAN do something, i choose to procrastinate.

I watched Adam Sandler’s bedtime stories tonight with a few  friends. A mediocre film with a few funny parts here and there. Nothing much to say about it really, but only gives us an insight into how selfish a person can be, and much of a drastic change and caring a person can become. Really interesting as how the Children hold the key to both, so there was a deeper meaning hidden inbetween the occasional laughs.

The movie had me thinking about my hearts desires, what i would want and wish for in life. If a genie gave me 1 wish i think the conversation would go like this:

Genie: Greetings! I am Here to grant you one wish!
River: Why only one? Isn’t it usually three?
Genie: No! It is only one wish.
River: Well why can’t i have three?
Genie: Because i said so !
River: Your a genie right? So how would it hurt you if you gave me 3 wishes
Genie: You’d turn greedy!
River: No i wouldn’t. I would wish for 3 things i would need.
Genie: It’d upset the balance of the universe
River: Uhh, no it wont. Its 2 extra freakin wishes. Dont be slack
Genie: I can’t do that!
River: What the hell is stopping you? It’s not like you have a boss.
Genie: You would think that huh? Being a genie is harder then you think
River: No its not! You can do whatever you want! You could grant your OWN wishes.
Genie: Thats what YOU THINK. But Honestly, i’ve been trapped in that lamp for about half a millenium and it gets really cramped in there. To add to the discomfort, my TV broke.
River: Why don’t you just make one appear?
Genie: Because the warranty’s run out…
River: What? That doesn’t make sense…
Genie: Look just give me one wish, honestly. Get this over and done with.
River: Don’t you wanna stay outside for abit longer? I mean why would you wanna go back in so quickly
Genie: I dont know. It’s because your annoying.
River: NO IM NOT!!!!
Genie: You wrecked the whole moment. It was supposed to be mystifying and everything.
River: Bro shut the heck up. Im not annoying. Stuff you.
Genie: So you don’t want your wish?
River: Of course i do. I was just doing something nice for you so wouldnt have to go back in your lamp
Genie: Well i dont need your help! Im a genie!
River: Well damn, why cant you get yourself a new TV
Genie: BECAUSE THE WARRANTY RAN OUT
River: That still doesnt make sense.
Genie: YES IT DOES DAMIT. JUST GIVE ME YOUR ONE WISH.
River: Okay. I wish for 99 more wishes.
Genie: OH PIECE OF SHI-

Aaaaaaand we’ll cut it there.
With that i would use those 99 wishes to grant my hearts desires. And if i eventually got to the last one, i would wish for infinite wishes, just to piss the genie off.

Hmm. How Lame i am.

My life has been stagnant as of late. These holidays have been the same thing over and over again, as all of you might have read before.
And as I’ve said before it’s given me opportunities to write me. Example: the last 3 posts.
The only thing that happens to keep me preoccupied is Channel V on Foxtel.
The Ripe Clip of the Week this is Week is a song called “Many Moons” by Janelle Monae.
( http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=LHgbzNHVg0c )
I decided to do some background research (aka wikipedia) and found out she’s actually an established singer. She’s very creative and artsy and has a very versatile verse. And her music isn’t just pop trash, rather it has an actual meaning to it. Pretty cool. She has a wicked hairstyle too.

So, apart from Channel V and writing, I’ve been stuck at home or going to family gatherings that have been organized for 7 days straight. I mean at least I’m getting out of the house, right?
I’m going to the movies tonight with my friends to watch “Yes Man”. But I would rather watch Bolt. I mean, LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS !!!

The funny thing is, the Character of Bolt is so well constructed that everyone can relate to the dog. The yearning for adventure, bravery, saving those you care about, even living a lie. But the main point is, You (like Bolt) live your life that you see fit. A little optimism here and there wouldn’t hurt either.

My New Years Resolution is to become more stylish. Sounds abit shallow right? Well it surprisingly encompasses alot. It takes alot of reading (magazines), Maths (prices of the clothes), thinking (what to wear) and exercise (so you look better). I have garnered a wide variety of advice from many people, but ultimately reinventing me will be up to me.
Becoming more stylish is harder (and alot cheaper) than expected. So luckily I have my fashionable friend and cousin to guide me along the way. Apparently i am already stylish myself and I really don’t need to make any improvements (says my friends) but i feel old, and want to be new.
But i find myself asking, “Why would I want to be more stylish? They’re just clothes, right?”
Maybe i want to be more stylish so i can be more attractive? Well no. Because if a girl only wants to talk to you because you look good, well that can only go downhill.
Maybe It’s because i want to brag? Well not that either. Bragging about how cool my clothes are will just make me sound like a copnceited ass hole.
So why DO I want to reinvent my style? I guess It’s because I want to be more confident. Maybe good looking clothes just make me feel better. To hide whats on the inside.
Even Kanye West admitted he dressed flashy so he could hide his insecurities.
And Ciara even said it’s not what you where, but how confident you are. And i guess there’s morsels of truth there that i should consider.
But looking good never hurt anyone.

Hello, I’m Not even sure you’ll get this message
You’ve changed your phone number so many times
You haven’t left my mind for the past few weeks
Only thinking back now do i regret…
You only spoke about yourself because i was silent…
I guess you could say i was preoccupied
But she’s given me a cut too deep..
But there’s really no need to shed a tear
Because you’re the reason why i can’t Sleep ..

Your no rebound girl …
‘Cos You’re nowhere to be found girl..
Just pick up your phone or call me back ,Don’t
Let the phone line die..

I tried to convince myself you’re just a friend
But it was only a matter of time that lie would end
I still remember how you wore your hair
or your face when yout ex treated you like crap
I told you it would be okay
but i really didn’t care either way… (i’m sorry)
I never really noticed how much you meant to me
And by a miracle it would have meant to be
But Now You’re gone…
You’re gone…
You’re gone…
And i miss you.

Before i sleep i think of you
But when i think of you i remember her
Shes a bitch and you know it
She’s only there because of who you are

She doesn’t love you like i do
Call me jealous
But that little green man is standing on my shoulder
I hate the way you hold her
Im the reason you two are going out
I shouldn’t have told her

She used to be my best friend
But you came along
There it ends
I hate her, i hate her
I hate you too
Im lying to myself
but i wish it were true

Did you forget that i existed?
I think you did
theres a gap between us
That bitch destroyed the bridge
Do you remember what we used to be? Because i do.

Even if all the stars fell tonight
The thought of you
brightens up my night
A picture of me and you that i keep
i look at it before i sleep.
And i cry.

Here I am, sitting alone again
Isolated and ostracized because of who i am
Apparently wearing glasses and tucking in your shirt
could bring along with it so many perks

But then theres always her, she’s always so nice to me
She’s not like the others, she doesn’t try to frighten me
she doesn’t try and start a fight with me
Because around her I’m myself

I don’t block half my face with a book
a bit shallow but I’m amazed by her looks
Though the roses fall in the winter
I feel nothing around me when I’m with her

Sometimes I run away with her
in my imagination
She would be my princess
I would be her Knight
the one to answer her plight
the one who, for her, would never give up the fight

I would rescue her from the evil witch
the dragon, the evil prince
the days would be filled with laughter
live happily ever after
and since.

But that’s just all in my head
And it seems nowadays she’s been ignoring me
Maybe its time to be a man now.

Whats so hard about saying hi?

There seems to be a phenomena nowadays among bloggers and vloggers alike in which said bloggers and vloggers “tag” each other and said tagged individual will then write or record 5 things about them.
though i haven’t been specifically tagged (as my blog hasn’t received any recognition outside of my circle of friends and family) i have come to the conclusion that my blog will eventually make it big and my tagging is only inevitable.

So here it is. 5 Facts About River.

Fact #1: I Was Named After River Phoenix and I have a Sister named Starshine.
Yes i was named after the speedballing, promising actor who died oh so early. I dont specifically know why though. I always ask my Mother why she named me River but she always gives me a vague answer.
My Father said if it were up to him he would’ve named me Olivero Ignacio Alberto or something along the lines of that. Which i am VERY glad it wasn’t up to him.
Though most of my readers are friends and family you most probably would have known i have a sister named Starshine.
No my parents are NOT hippies. Dont ask. My Mother said she named her that because her Office Mate named her daughter Sunshine before she could name Starshine Sunshine so she Just named Starshine, Starshine.
Capiche?
I’m guessing if it were up to my Father it would be along the lines of Olivera Ignacia Alberta. Most probably. I’m sure my Sister is glad it wasn’t up to him.

Fact #2: I still Nap.
Sleeping is a commodity which the rich cannot afford! Thankfully, I’m not rich. When i was younger, around 6 or 7, i used to HATE it when my Cousin, who was babysitting, told me to nap. Napping was so lame back then. I had alot of energy and i wanted to use it all up before the sun went down.
But surely enough as i grew up, napping has managed to stay with me. Often referred to by my friends as my trademark “Granny Nap” or “Siesta” for those who are more mature, at precisely the times of 3:30 to whenever i take a nap, often to the bane of my friends who find themselves being verbally belted or sharing a less than enthusiatic conversation with me after calling me and waking me up during my nap.
So if you want to call me, you know the times.
Believe it or not i am not able to function without a sufficient nap. Even if it is only for 20 minutes. Napping is one of my favourite activities. Haters can fall back.

Fact #3: I’m not as sensitive as i make myself out to be.
Though i am still very self conscious, and my self esteem could be better, i am not easily offended by harsh or cruel words. I often exaggerate my distaste or how much i feel insulted but more often then not i am able to brush it off my shoulder. If anything, years of teasing and being the butt of the joke have only hardened me and taught me how to not care about what people think, but there are rare cases where i truly AM affected by what people say and my insecurities are exposed and painted with the harsh light of public opinion.

Fact #4: I’m a kinesthetic learner.
My school did this Study Skills thing in which students found out how best our brain stores information. We did a survey and found out whether we were Audio Learners, Visual Learners, Or Kinesthetic (moving) Learners.
Im a Kinethtic learner. I register information better when i’m moving, i learn more with practical activities, and i tend to think better when I’m pacing around. Go figure. No wonder i remember maths equations better when im playing basketball. I swear this whole thing adds a new dimension to my study.
It’s pretty cool.

Fact #5: I sleep in a room with purple walls.
I’m stylish. Haters can fall back. It looks pretty cool too. It’s got this whole suede effect goin’ on. When most people find out my room has purple walls they call me gay or homosexual. Apparently i all of a sudden like men because i have purple walls. Because it’s been proven the colour of your bedroom wall affects your sexual orientation.
Get out of my face, yo.

So yeah there’s my five facts.
And for a freebie:

Fact #6: I struggled to write this blog.
Easily over more then 20 times, i tried looking around the room or thinking about myself about what to write for my five facts. Is my life really that standard and boring and lame that i struggle to write about 5 interesting facts about my life? If so then that’s really sad.

Really, really sad.

Oh well. Hope you enjoyed reading.

peace and muchlove.