For those who own (or who have owned) Bring Me the Horizon's EP entitled "This is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For" may have stumbled across the band's very blunt message, which is summed up to be:

"Get out there and do something; forget about your education."

I agree with the first half of that statement. The other half I have issues about. Oliver Sykes pointed out that a personal friend of his spent most of his life studying and was fatally killed at a young age. He never got to see the world and he never will be able to.

I was extremely touched by that story, because there are people in the world who focus too much on their studies. I'm not saying education is a bad thing, because it is. With education, you have way more opportunities for your future. You'll be able to do what you love, rather than flipping greasy burgers at McDicks for the rest of your life.

Education equals money. Money equals a well-supported lifestyle.

Of course, you shouldn't hole yourself up in your room, surrounded by piles and piles of books, obsessively working over quadratic equations or your Biology thesis paper. But you shouldn't ignore your studies either.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is...study but make the time to go and out and explore the world. Join an extracurricular group at school. Start a project with your friends. There are so many opportunities out there to be sitting around doing nothing.

So, get out there. Go for a run. Read a book. Learn something new.

I've been watching a lot of Des and Nate videos on You Tube and this particular one really got me thinking.

How many of you have had grandparents who were in the war?

I have.

How many of you have had the type of grandparents you sit you on their lap while they reminisce about their time in the war?

I did.

How many of you have grandparents who are extremely bitter and rugged after being in the war?

I sure didn't.

Picture this. You've just come home from school. You've failed your test. Your boyfriend/girlfriend broke up with you. And you spilled your Sloppy Joe all over yourself. You walk in the door and say "I've had a erally bad day."

Then your grandpa pipes up and the conversation goes like this:

Grandpa: I was in the military, you've never had a bad day. One time I woke up during the war and I only had one hand!
You: Grandpa, you have both your hands, that doesn't make any sense.
Grandpa: Shut up, you s*** taco. I have to shave with a dead guy's tooth. I flossed with pubic hair one time.
You: Grandpa, that's so f***ing nasty.
Grandpa: I had to s*** while running and carrying a grenade at the same f***ing time. Bad day my ass! You wanna wrestle?
You: ...No...
Grandpa: Are you a f*****, demon hair?
You: ....No....
Grandpa: I'm a Pilgrim, okay? I wipe with poison ivy, rat traps, and razor blades put together. You dig?
You: No, Grandpa, I've never dug in my life.
Grandpa: Well, you're gonna dig!
You: I'm never gonna dig - ever!

If you are one of those people with a grandpa like that, please let me be a fly on your wall so I can watch.

People like that make me giggle (and terrify) me all at the same time.