New fuckin' York

Catching my flight to JFK airport tonight! Honestly, I'm a bit scared... Flying alone, and knowing no one in one of the largest (in every aspect) cities in the world. Meh, perfect opportunity to become more independent! I probably won't post even though I'll have WiFi, don't want to miss too much of the city and people. Though I'll keep my brand-new Instagram updated, my username is kuman_rus, follow me!
...ohmyGOD I am excited. This is still not fully registered. Okay, bye.

Friendship

Last night, I went to a party with some of my not exactly closest friends, but I realized how much I love these kids. None of us are perfect, and each of us have their own problems and opinions, and somehow, we make it work. Even though I don't know much about most of them, I see them every day at school and can turn to them in times of trouble, and that made me really happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I know we would all stand up for each other (even though it doesn't really seem like it when the guys are calling each other gay and the girls are arguing about which hairstyle looks better), and sad because it won't bee too long until we have to go our separate ways, onto jobs, or higher education.
I love you guys. Seriously.

Get off my planet

This child is smiling because her daddy just bought her a new doll. This child lives in a loving home with her parents and siblings, goes to school with her neighborhood friends, and loves to laugh. She dreams of getting a puppy for Christmas. This little girl is Miley Cyrus.
This picture made me so sad. Celebrities build up their fan base slowly, while their haters seem to multiply twice as fast. And who are celebrities, really? They're people, just like us. They have the entire array of human emotions and are just as sensitive as the next person, but somehow, we feel it is okay to hate on them for no particular reason. Why do we assume that they are immune to nasty comments, public displays of anger, and especially cyber bullying (because that's what it is), just due to the fact that they have more money than us? Money can't buy happiness.
Every time I hear that Justin Beiber got booed on while receiving an award or that Demi Lovato got called fat, I think of how they must feel. Because to them, one hater at the concert represents hundreds at home. If one negative comment sticks with us for years, why do we think it's acceptable to say things such as, "Oh God, change the channel, quick!! I hate Justin Beiber, he makes me sick." or ask our friends, "If you had one bullet, would you shoot Justin Beiber or Nicki Minaj?".
You hate their music, fine, fair enough. But you better have a damn good reason for hating them.

New York City

I still can't get over the fact that I'll be flying to New York City on my own a few days from now. Let the globe trekking adventures continue! Exploring the Manhattan area for the entire month of July, eating at cool hole-in-the-wall places (New York pizza!), taking pictures of everything, marveling at the art of the city, the people, and the music; soaking up the sun in Central Park, and roaming the city streets every day, learning them by heart. I am seriously excited, even for the flight there. This is crazy, I've been dreaming of traveling for as long as I can remember, and now this is all happening all at once: first to Italy, now to NYC, then back to Hawaii. A little crazy, huh? I love it. Feeling so fortunate right now.

What I am listening to: Cool and Calm (Dumbfoundead)
What I am thinking of: the NYC scene, of course
What I should be doing: playing guitar
What I want to do: go to New York already, nothing to do here