Can you measure happiness?

Money buys happiness.
Well I wouldn't know, I don't have that much money. But would I be happier with more? Sure our family wouldn't be going crazy about "do I have enough to pay this and that?" or "what can I do to save money?", but is that the real reason for unhappiness? See, I don't think a lack of material possessions or money can ruin a person's happiness, although it would relieve some issues.
I think its all psychological. True happiness should start on the inside; people should be happy with themselves. When people tend to be self-concious, it could cause problems that could affect them and the people around them, which in turn could create more issues and limit happiness in general. But when someone is totally self-confident, it's like a complete 180.
Happiness also is something that should come from your friends and your family and it shouldn't matter what car you drive or how big your house is. Material things shouldn't matter. Nobody in their right mind would choose, I don't know, their thousand dollar bobble-head collection over his or her boyfriend/girlfriend or family member. Also, have you ever noticed that as you get older you ask for less -in regards to birthdays or christmas - or nothing at all. It's because you realize that some things are not important and it's only a want, not a need, and as long as there is someone there by your side, you are truly happy.

My first blog

I have never done this before or even thought about blogging in my life. Of course I knew what blogging was before this; when people choose to write about whatever they like on a daily basis on the internet. So why am I blogging all of a sudden? Class assignment. what else?

Posting a blog is already quite annoying. I have to manually capitalize letters now! No more automatic spell and grammar check. How will I ever survive? Well, thats a stupid question because of course i can survive pressing more keys than I'd ever have to on Microsoft Word. It's not like i am going to die unless the keyboard spontaneously combusts, but that's OK. That would actually be very cool if it happened; I would have an excuse of why I didn't blog that one day. Of course, my teacher would probably not believe me and make some smart remark. Her smart remarks would probably be the best part, too, and bring some noise to the otherwise silent classroom. Talking about the classroom, I can't stand it. It is so quiet- nobody talks- and so tiny that one day I'll go crazy. Seriously! Even class discussions are dull. There is even this one kid that doesn't say a word. He just nods his head or shrugs his shoulders, it all depends on what he's trying to say. Maybe he doesn't talk because he has a really squeaky voice like Michael Jackson or Abraham Lincoln... I'd like to find out. He looks pretty tough so if he did have a squeaky voice, it would be really funny.