Soundtrack of Awesomeness

I love love love love love love love love love love love music. If music was a person, he would be ruggedly handsome with an acoustic guitar in his hands and a suave smile saying "Baby, this is for you!" But, unfortunately, music is not a person. It is, however, a constant in my life, and I'd like to share it with you.

SOUNDTRACK TO MY LIFE

Happy Songs:

1. You Make My Dreams Come True--Hall and Oates. This song makes me wanna get up, dance, and then go hug someone till their eyeballs fall out and roll around.
2. Fidelty--Regina Spektor. It's so gosh darn cute, makes me wanna pet a puppy and then hug it till its eyes fall out and roll around.
3. I Don't Care--Fall Out Boy. Not a nice person song, but I just get up and DANCE to this one!
4. Merry Happy--Kate Nash. This song is actually is not all rainbows and sunshine. But yet, I iz happeh when I hear it.
5. Baba O'Reilly- The Who. Best song ever. One of my absolute favorites.
6. Any song by Hellogoodbye

Sad Songs:

1. Nicest Thing--Kate Nash. "Basically, I wish that you loved me. I wish that you needed me. I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three. I wish that without me, your heart would break. I wish that without me, you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake."
2. 1930--The Gaslight Anthem. "Do you remember the last thing you said to me? Before we broke up? Before he took you from me? You said 'I love you more than the stars in the sky, but your na-a-a-ame just escapes me tonight.'"
3. Thinking of You--Katy Perry. "Comparison is easily done once you've had a taste of perfection."
4. Behind Blue Eyes--The Who. "No one knows what it's like, to be the sad man, to be the bad man, behind blue eyes."
5. Sally's Song--Nightmare Before Christmas. "I sense there's something in the wind, that feels like tragedy's at hand."

Love Songs:

1. Samson--Regina Spektor. "You are my sweetest downfall."
2. If I Fell--The Beatles. "If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true and help me understand? Cause I've been in love before and I know that love is more than just holding hands."
3. Dream a Little Dream of Me--The Mamas and the Papas. "Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'. Birds singing in the sycamore trees. Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading, but I linger on, dear, still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear."
4. You Make Me Feel So Young--Frank Sinatra. "You make me feel so young. You make me feel there are songs to be sung, bells to be rung, wonderful flings to be flung! And when I'm old and gray, I'll still feel the way I do, today, cause you, you make me feel so young."
5. The Only Exception--Paramore. "I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here."
6. The Scientist--Coldplay. "I've had to find you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are."

Angry Songs:

1. Headstrong--Trapt. "Back off, I'll take you on."
2. My Darkest Hour--Scary Kids Scaring Kids. "You left me at the altar! My heart in my hands!"
3. What Goes Around--Alesana. "What goes around comes back around!!!"
4. Wolf in Sheep's Clothing--This Providence. "You're so good at stretching the truth into your sugar coated lies."

There you go! Hope you learned something! :D

Thanks for Nothing, Celebrity Authors

So I actually decided to blog randomly today, because, well, I can! I feel like a terrible mother who left her baby in the car with a bottle of beer and liquid cleaner. So, I'm slowly trying to gain back your trust...even though you may have poisoned yourself by now....

Since Thanksgiving was upon us (one of the lamest holidays of the year, in my opinion) I decided I wanna tell you what I am thankful for. Be warned, this is gonna get freaky:

1. I am thankful for huge, beastly rainstorms, the kind where the raindrops feel like tiny fingers jabbing you in the face.
2. I am thankful for the smell of bookstores when you first walk in.
3. I am thankful for warm water in big bathtubs---best excuse to procrastinate ANYTHING.
4. I am thankful for Kleenex and the way I use them for EVERYTHING except my nose.
5. I am thankful for cray-pas (oil pastels) because they make me look like I held hands with a leaking rainbow.
6. I am thankful for indie music and the way it keeps pulling me in even though I hate it.
7. I am thankful for second chances.
8. I am thankful for balloons. Not white or black balloons, but balloons that are COLORFUL!
9. I am eternally thankful for Crayolas and the way they make my diary look like a party.
10. I'm surprisingly thankful for glitter. Even though I was terrified of it two years ago (I would run away from it, not even kidding), now I practically cover my face with the stuff.

Yesterday I went to a bookstore (and i discovered i want an urban art book for christmas) and I realized that celebrities seem to feel entitled to write books. Lauren Conrad (what is she even famous for?), Justin Bieber (we can always make fun of him, let's just leave him alone), Miley Cyrus (...........I hate her/end of story), and Hilary Duff (I hate her more than Miley Cyrus) all seem to be "authors". Lemme tell you what an author REALLY is.

An author is someone who doesn't want to put themselves out into the world and be famous. An author is a living, breathing story, and it is their LIFE to tell it. They could care less if they had money for getting out their story, in fact, you wouldn't be an author if you cared only about money. Your wrists would ache from scribbling down so many ideas. You would look at the world and see whole novels in everyday objects. You're not doing this to prove yourself to the world (even though that sometimes can be a good motivator). You're doing this so that YOUR story, YOUR creation, and YOUR life can finally breathe for the first time.

So, MileyJustinLaurenHilary, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get off the shelves and back on reality TV where some mindless people can watch your every stinking move and where readers can actually go back to reading GOOD books.

End of rant.

Let me leave you with something nice!

"This heart, it beats, beats for you. My heart is yours...."--Paramore

Who's Your Friend? She Looks Better Than You.

Things That I Hate thPat Girls Typically Love:

1. Horses. Horses are big, smelly, and oddly porpotioned. They're not cute. They're useful for delivering mail, pulling carts, and making glue and dog food. Yeah, I said it.
2. Brad Pitt. Honestly, there is nothing attractive about him. His face is in a constant pose of "Wha....what just happened?" It's obnoxious.
3. Cinderella. OK, what do we really know about the story? That Cinderella had to do some chores? Oh, boo hoo. What if she was just really lazy, and the Stepmother was only trying to teach her responsibility? You know what we learn at the end of the story? That, if you marry rich to an idiot who "loves" you instantly, you'll never have responsibilities again. Way to go, Disney. That'll teach the future generations to have a GREAT work ethic....idiots.
4. Prom dress shopping. You know, the girls just squeal and gab all about going shopping for "the perfect dress". Yeah, when I try on dresses, I feel fat, uncomfortably hot, and like a pumpkin trying to squeeze into something made for a stick. Not fun, not momentous--just really really embarrassing to a point where I will ALWAYS cry in a dressing room. Yay for teenage memories.

Serious moment---all future clowns in training please leave now--serious moment!

I hate being average looking. Oh, you can try and try and try to persuade me otherwise, but I'm not gonna listen to you. Actually, I'm pretty okay looking until you put my beautiful friends next to me. And wait, before you say it, no, we're not "pretty in a different way". They're hot. I'm not. It's okay.

Probably the most annoying part about having supermodel-looking friends is when boys flirt with them. Men, I don't know if you're blinded by your love or whatever, but asking a girl for her number in front of her average friends is extremely hurtful to watch. Especially when you're the average friend. Checking out just one girl in a group of five is also pretty heart-breaking when you're part of the four not being checked out. It's the WORST when you say:

"WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?"

And yet, you don't even know *me*.

Just a little advice from an average girl to boys: Please, just don't.

"All of my love, all of my kissin'--you don't know what you've been missin'"--Buddy Holly

Get the Potato Cannon!

I know I know--I suck at frequent posting. Hopefully, I'll check into blog rehab and quit my laziness. No promises. But I'm gonna give it a shot!

Frequent Things I'm Paranoid About:

1. Murderer is in my shower and is JUST WAITING for when I go pee so he can kill me.
2. My fish is gonna die the *second* I turn around.
3. I'm gonna turn invisible and no one will realize it. Yeah, I'm serious.
4. The Grudge will appear in my bed when I finally get over being scared.
5. I'm gonna get possessed by Satan.
6. I'll pee my pants and not know it.
7. Getting sweat stains.
8. Throwing up in public.
9. Accidentally cussing in front of loads of people.
10. Getting walked in on while at a gas station bathroom.

So, Thanksgiving is upon us like an ominous fat ghost of deliciousness. This is the thing...why did we pick our traditional food to be "traditional" on Thanksgiving? Who decides this stuff? I'm pretty sure this was not a voting process when Thanksgiving was made a holiday. So, here's what I propose:

• Instead of Turkey, I'm thinking of another obnoxious bird: OSTRICH.
• Cranberry sauce? What the heck, who even LIKES that strange jiggly mass? Let's make it: JELLO MOLD OF THE MAYFLOWER! historical, and oh so jigglin' delicious
• Stuffing. It's just warped bread. In fact, it's stoner's bread. So, better yet, howabout: LEVITATING BREAD. C'mon, scientists, I know you can make it!
• Mashed Potatoes are beautiful things that should only be changed by way of technique. So, instead of oh-so-boringly mashing them....LET'S SHOOT THE POTATOES OUT OF CANNONS. THE LEAST THANKFUL KID IN THE FAMILY GETS HIT FIRST.

I think I covered it. So, what's your family's holiday tradition? Nothing but watching TV? Yeah, us too. I think I may just change that up by forcing my family to play Green Day Rockband with me. Either that, or participating in a pagan rain dance. IDK, they're both so entertaining.

"We sure are cute for two ugly people"--"Anyone Else But You"

Please Flog Gently

I always make fun of other people's poetry. Well, that's not really fair unless I get out there and post some of my own out there so it can get punched, bruised, and sacked. So here is my poetry for your potential flogging/adoration/internal discomfort:

Title: Bottom of the Sea

It's no use to be friends on a forum

if you act like i'm a ghost

if you act like i don't exist

if you act like you promised you wouldn't.

You wanted a second chance to what?

be friends.

best friends.

close friends.

Shut up. You're a

liar

tramp

fake

Nine years down the toilet and I've got your

memories

trust

love

All in a chest at the bottom of the sea.

Title: Know It All

All those love songs you used to sing to me on summer nights,

Are now corroded with heavy static,

Your eyes would shine brighter than Chicago lights,

But now they're broken bulbs in my attic.

My fists are bruised from punching out emotionally,

My lungs are flooded like city sewers,

My lips are chapped and move restlessly,

My heart is a hunk of meat gauged by a skewer.

My endearments left only water-stains on my brain,

I have no clue to where the meanings flew,

I thought true love never changed,

Shows how much I knew.

Title: Chicago

All our memories are sunken ships,

Nestled deep in the Chicago river,

Loaded up with empty promises and laughter.

All the things you told me is garbage,

Tossed into a pizzeria's dumpster,

Crammed with all your smiles and useless frowns.

Everything I once looked up to is a flame,

Sparked in a haunted forest,

Over the headstones of loyalty and admiration.

Tell me what you think. It's alright if it's negative. "For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic"

"the earth laughs in flowers"--e.e. cummings

Yeah, this IS my Diary Entry in Real Life

You guys! I am a bad, bad blogger. I should be tied to a tree and have kids wipe their boogers on me for my negligence! I have no excuses, minus the fact that I did not not not not not not not die in the hands of an Arabian prince named Billy. So, that was sorta time-occupying. But now, NOW we can elope into the hills of creativity and stare lovingly into each others' eyes until we get bored and start committing cannibalism. Cause that's what happens.

NewsUpdate!!!!! NewsUpdate!!!!nEwSuPdAtE!!!!

I'm writing a movie! It is my absolute inspiration, and I can't wait to watch it blossom. I will definitely post you a linkage for that. May take a while, but it'll be here. :)

You ever accidentally make eye contact with people? Gosh, is that awkward. Or! Have you ever farted in a library? Talk about embarrassing. Oh! Speaking of embarrassing, here's an excerpt from my sixth grade diary! LET'S CRINGE TOGETHER!

DEAR DIARY:

"Picasso* told me he loves me! So I told him I loved him, too! And so we just started talking. And it was when I turned 13! Talk about a great way to start teenage years! Then (my friend) Alexandriapenelopegrapefruit* left and me and him played cards and I knew he was thinking 'Boy do I like her' and I looked at him and he kinda blushed!

I've never blushed until he told me on that night and now I'm STILL blushing two days later!

GOSH DO I LOVE HIM!"

So, here is why I posted this:

1. To show that I was an absolute idiot
2. To show that I used to believe in fairytales
3. and a third point i'll bring up later

So, I was an absolute idiot. This boy did NOT say he "loved" me, he said he "liked" me and I said the same. But I always lied to my diaries, haha. But this boy NEVER ever ever called me and it was a horrible first boyfriend. On the positive side, that night that he DID say he liked me was amazing. Oh, and, yes, I did really blush for the first time.

When I was younger, I believed that young love was invincible. Like some sort of force that fate and environment couldn't come through. I believed that until about two months ago. You have to realize that LOVE is invincible but relationships are fragile, broken, beautiful things. Learn to live without them. But I still believe in love at first sight.

My third point is that, being an idiot was amazing. I was foolish and thoughtless, but I was happy. And after it was over and it didn't end "Happily Ever After", I was stupid again and got depressed, got in the wrong crowd, and did ridiculous things. But I don't regret a moment of it. I guess, maybe, if you screw up enough, you see all the ways to fail. And when you see all the ways to fail, you realize, there has to be a right way. It's fun to try to find the right way. Just gotta keep fishin'.

"I love my crooked neighbor with all my crooked heart"

--Looking for Alaska