Additional note:
I clearly don't know my yours from my you'res. I mean I do, but my fingers don't when I type this fast. Ignore the grammar mistakes.
Love.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
"Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons. You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body. " -Oliver Wendell Holmes
::brushes dust off::
That's not fake dust either folks.
It's been a while, eh?
How are you my faithful, non-existent readers?
I was reading someone else's blog, and when I went to read comments or whatever, I realized I was logged in. I was all double-you, tee, eff? Then I found this! Oh, how I've missed my sarcastic wit, rants, and general distaste with the world.
I kid.
Anyway, a lot has changed since my last post. Billy and I didn't talk for months. We fought. I admitted to a mutual friend, who probably turned around and told him, that I am truly, madly, deeply (de-doo) in love with him, thanks Savage Garden.
Whatever. If he knows and can't acknowledge it, then straight up, he's a pus---pansy.
We're back to being--friends? I don't even think we're best friends. We text about nothing significant, we can't hold serious conversations, but yet....head over heels in love with this boy.
To quote the Jonas Brothers, who apparently I didn't like in September? I must've been pissed off that day cause I was definitely a fan at that point...
"Everybody gets the itch, everybody hates that bitch." Well, okay, they don't say bitch, BUT THEY WANT TO. Because someone who is nothing more than a contagious, gross, puss-filled rash, that won't stop itching, IS A BITCH.
Well, if you heard all the lyrics of this song---it's mine and Billy's theme song. "I break out and I start to shake, when I hear your name, I can't walk away. I can't stop even if I try, lay down my pride, I can't walk away. I get burned and I have to learn, that the court's adjourned, I can't walk away."
Yeah, tell me the Jonas Brothers/Garbo were not inside of my head when they wrote that.
If you just told me that, I'm calling you a liar. You heard me. Liar, liar, you're flippin' pants are on fire.
So anyway, still brutally in love with Billy. He still doesn't love me back.
Um, less angry at the world than I left you. In fact, minus the boy issues, I love life. I have kick ass friends, a kick ass summer planned, a kick ass family, and you know what? I'm starting to get back into religion.
I'm not advertising it to everyone, nor am I first in line for church (in fact, I'm still not going), BUT, I have start praying. Nightly.
And you know what?
It's pretty awesome.
There's something special about it, and I think I need it. It's cool. I approve.
I also need to confess to God that I have lustful thoughts for Nick Jonas. He needs to turn 18 like yesterday. Haha, what can you do?
Alright, I'm tired, and I just wanted to revive this thing. CPR, mouth-to-mouth. Whatever works.
I'm rambling.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
P.S. Go pick up Lines, Vines, and Trying Times, by the Jonas Brothers, on June 16th. I don't care who you are, and if you despise these boys. Coming from a strictly musical point of view, which I have tons of experience in, you will NOT be disappointed. You'll be happily surprised in fact.
That's not fake dust either folks.
It's been a while, eh?
How are you my faithful, non-existent readers?
I was reading someone else's blog, and when I went to read comments or whatever, I realized I was logged in. I was all double-you, tee, eff? Then I found this! Oh, how I've missed my sarcastic wit, rants, and general distaste with the world.
I kid.
Anyway, a lot has changed since my last post. Billy and I didn't talk for months. We fought. I admitted to a mutual friend, who probably turned around and told him, that I am truly, madly, deeply (de-doo) in love with him, thanks Savage Garden.
Whatever. If he knows and can't acknowledge it, then straight up, he's a pus---pansy.
We're back to being--friends? I don't even think we're best friends. We text about nothing significant, we can't hold serious conversations, but yet....head over heels in love with this boy.
To quote the Jonas Brothers, who apparently I didn't like in September? I must've been pissed off that day cause I was definitely a fan at that point...
"Everybody gets the itch, everybody hates that bitch." Well, okay, they don't say bitch, BUT THEY WANT TO. Because someone who is nothing more than a contagious, gross, puss-filled rash, that won't stop itching, IS A BITCH.
Well, if you heard all the lyrics of this song---it's mine and Billy's theme song. "I break out and I start to shake, when I hear your name, I can't walk away. I can't stop even if I try, lay down my pride, I can't walk away. I get burned and I have to learn, that the court's adjourned, I can't walk away."
Yeah, tell me the Jonas Brothers/Garbo were not inside of my head when they wrote that.
If you just told me that, I'm calling you a liar. You heard me. Liar, liar, you're flippin' pants are on fire.
So anyway, still brutally in love with Billy. He still doesn't love me back.
Um, less angry at the world than I left you. In fact, minus the boy issues, I love life. I have kick ass friends, a kick ass summer planned, a kick ass family, and you know what? I'm starting to get back into religion.
I'm not advertising it to everyone, nor am I first in line for church (in fact, I'm still not going), BUT, I have start praying. Nightly.
And you know what?
It's pretty awesome.
There's something special about it, and I think I need it. It's cool. I approve.
I also need to confess to God that I have lustful thoughts for Nick Jonas. He needs to turn 18 like yesterday. Haha, what can you do?
Alright, I'm tired, and I just wanted to revive this thing. CPR, mouth-to-mouth. Whatever works.
I'm rambling.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
P.S. Go pick up Lines, Vines, and Trying Times, by the Jonas Brothers, on June 16th. I don't care who you are, and if you despise these boys. Coming from a strictly musical point of view, which I have tons of experience in, you will NOT be disappointed. You'll be happily surprised in fact.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
"There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another." -Frank Zappa
Heya fellas. What is the female version of fellas? Oh well, I'm using fellas as an umbrella for both sexes, like guys can be used for both. Embrace it. Love it. Maybe it'll catch on ::snickers::.
I woke up today to find out my three hour class is canceled tomorrow. Talk about starting the week off right. I figured it would be a good week.
Then I did wayyyyy too much homework, which is okay, cause I want to be ahead to continue in spirit of my good week.
A bunch of stuff happened, and I picked up my phone to text "Billy". But then I remembered my rule of not texting him until he texts me. Talk about difficult. Whenever anything that is anything happens, I want to text him. Boo.
Then I went to a meeting, had free pizza, and totally met a girl who has the same musical interest as me. We spent a whole hour talking about thrift stores, vinyl, old concert tees, Guns N' Roses (my favorite band), and a bunch of other great classics. In fact, we are even considering going to see Mest in concert. How killer would that be. Metallica is also coming, but we mututally agreed their old stuff = great and new stuff = not even close to great. Their new EP is coming out soon though, so that will decide if I'm buying tickets.
So I'm heading home from the meeting, and my great week is continuing.
But no, group projects have to get in the way. I freaking hate group projects. There is nothing that I can't do on my own better than a group can do, except something ridiculous like a one-man-band or play five vs one in basketball. But school-wise, give me a project and I can complete it on my own, and do a pretty damn good job. My group? Not so much. We need a group leader and I can't be it because of class conflicts and the due time, but NO ONE is stepping up. I had to have my part done by tonight because I don't have computer access tomorrow by the due date time (7pm) because of class, and no one stepped up to be willing to turn it in. So I just posted it on our discussion group and was like, look, I did it, deal with it.
Group projects suck and these people are seriously pissing me off. I could do this entire assignment better than the five of us put together can. Not to sound cocky, and not to say I'm smarter than all of them, but I would've been done by now, and I'm never concise and always thorough. Jeez. Someone do you're freakin' work! I handed you mine on a gold platter, mock it for your part, and turn it in for the both of us. Phew.
So then that's got me all pissed off, but one of my favorite shows came on tonight "Prison Break", and it was brilliant as always. It's one of "Billy's" favorite shows as well, so I wanted to text him during the cool parts the entire time. I held out though, but I expected him to text me. Nothing.
So my group is still pissing me off, and I'm working on other homework, and then BAM a text from Billy. Over 36 hours since we last communicated (minus one bumper sticker from him on faecbook that mocked something about me; how lovely.) But oh no, this text wasn't exciting. It was him beating a song on Rock Band on hard. Whoop-de-doo. I am tired of empty conversations. GIMME SOMETHING "BILLY"! So I text back "impressive" and that's the end of that. I haven't really had time to go on AIM, so I haven't talked to him on there either. It's slowly killing me inside. ::crumble:: That's the sound of a piece of my heart breaking off.
Oh well.
It's all part of the getting over someone process I suppose.
That's it for now. Let's hope this week ends up still being a good one. I guess we'll find out as it rolls on; gotta take every minute as it's given to you, and not by looking ahead.
I leave you with this thought:
"Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art." - Charlie "YardBird" Parker
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
P.S. Out of pure curiosity, is anyone reading this?
I woke up today to find out my three hour class is canceled tomorrow. Talk about starting the week off right. I figured it would be a good week.
Then I did wayyyyy too much homework, which is okay, cause I want to be ahead to continue in spirit of my good week.
A bunch of stuff happened, and I picked up my phone to text "Billy". But then I remembered my rule of not texting him until he texts me. Talk about difficult. Whenever anything that is anything happens, I want to text him. Boo.
Then I went to a meeting, had free pizza, and totally met a girl who has the same musical interest as me. We spent a whole hour talking about thrift stores, vinyl, old concert tees, Guns N' Roses (my favorite band), and a bunch of other great classics. In fact, we are even considering going to see Mest in concert. How killer would that be. Metallica is also coming, but we mututally agreed their old stuff = great and new stuff = not even close to great. Their new EP is coming out soon though, so that will decide if I'm buying tickets.
So I'm heading home from the meeting, and my great week is continuing.
But no, group projects have to get in the way. I freaking hate group projects. There is nothing that I can't do on my own better than a group can do, except something ridiculous like a one-man-band or play five vs one in basketball. But school-wise, give me a project and I can complete it on my own, and do a pretty damn good job. My group? Not so much. We need a group leader and I can't be it because of class conflicts and the due time, but NO ONE is stepping up. I had to have my part done by tonight because I don't have computer access tomorrow by the due date time (7pm) because of class, and no one stepped up to be willing to turn it in. So I just posted it on our discussion group and was like, look, I did it, deal with it.
Group projects suck and these people are seriously pissing me off. I could do this entire assignment better than the five of us put together can. Not to sound cocky, and not to say I'm smarter than all of them, but I would've been done by now, and I'm never concise and always thorough. Jeez. Someone do you're freakin' work! I handed you mine on a gold platter, mock it for your part, and turn it in for the both of us. Phew.
So then that's got me all pissed off, but one of my favorite shows came on tonight "Prison Break", and it was brilliant as always. It's one of "Billy's" favorite shows as well, so I wanted to text him during the cool parts the entire time. I held out though, but I expected him to text me. Nothing.
So my group is still pissing me off, and I'm working on other homework, and then BAM a text from Billy. Over 36 hours since we last communicated (minus one bumper sticker from him on faecbook that mocked something about me; how lovely.) But oh no, this text wasn't exciting. It was him beating a song on Rock Band on hard. Whoop-de-doo. I am tired of empty conversations. GIMME SOMETHING "BILLY"! So I text back "impressive" and that's the end of that. I haven't really had time to go on AIM, so I haven't talked to him on there either. It's slowly killing me inside. ::crumble:: That's the sound of a piece of my heart breaking off.
Oh well.
It's all part of the getting over someone process I suppose.
That's it for now. Let's hope this week ends up still being a good one. I guess we'll find out as it rolls on; gotta take every minute as it's given to you, and not by looking ahead.
I leave you with this thought:
"Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art." - Charlie "YardBird" Parker
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
P.S. Out of pure curiosity, is anyone reading this?
Sunday, September 7, 2008
"Without music life would be a mistake." -Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Okay I think by now we have all established how I feel about music, and how it is about 2/3 of my life.
So of course I have to comment on one of the biggest nights in music--the MTV Video Music Awards. I can sum up this year's show in three words:
What. A. Joke.
Did anyone know who Russell Brand was prior to anything having to do with the VMAS? Show of hands? No one? Yeah, me neither. What a freakin' joke. That had the be the worst host of any show--television, movie, or music, I've seen in a long time. I almost turned it off in the first five minutes, but I was psyched for some of the performances, that were waaaay over-hyped, and ended up being quite a disappointment.
Let me comment on Russell Brand. A known sex-addict and alcohol-addict. I mean based on the reality shows shown on MTV, I guess that would be a choice that might appeal to the audience. But seriously buddy, you don't have to insult everyone, their beliefs, and their morals, in a sad attempt to be funny. You don't need to insult our country when you're standing on our soil. As he did his opening, and the cameras scanned the crowd, you could see the faces of some of the most prolific names in the celebrity world, with looks on their faces like "WTF?" or "Is this guy serious?"
This show is about music. It's about being an artist. It's about creativity. It's about perfomance. But when it all comes down to it, it's about the freakin' music.
I don't care what any of your political beliefs are. In fact, I don't even know what I believe anymore. But to start of a music award show by talking about who you should vote for and insulting the current president (who was voted in by the people, so therefore you're insulting the ones that voted for him) is just downright ridiculous. No, seriously. I don't care if you're Democrat, or Republican, and the president you vote for gets in office or not. You respect the man (or woman) that is your president because of your love for the country and the ideals that it's based on. I couldn't get in that office, and make the decisions day in and day out that they have to do.
I am also a firm believer that you should not use your status or fame to sway people to vote. As a citizen of the United States, you have a right to believe what you want to believe and vote for who you want to vote for. I don't care if you're the biggest thing to hit the charts, that doesn't mean you get to yell out "VOTE FOR .....!" The worst part of the whole thing, is Russell Brand isn't even a citizen of the United States. So don't yell out political opinions, dumbass. In fact, don't comment on our country at all, and if you're really going to insult our politics, our current president, or any future president or vice president we may or may not have, you can just go back to Great Britain in my opinion.
Then the whole purity rings thing. I clapped out loud when Jordin Sparks got up on stage to present in award and put the ass in his place by saying, "I just want to comment on the purity rings. I think it's great to wear them because at our age not every guy or girl wants to be a slut!" Genius. This was after Russell Brand insulted the Jonas Brothers, and a lot of other teenage stars who wear the purity rings (and teenagers in general who do), for wearing purity rings. Saying that people need sex, blah blah blah. Look buddy, I don't care what religion you are, it gives you no right to insult other people's beliefs. If you meant it in good fun or not, in today's society, you can't talk about politics and religion without offending someone, and you need to open your eyes and realize that. It was just a stupid move on Brand's part.
I'm not really a fan of the Jonas Brothers music, but you have to respect what you can assume to be hormonal teenage boys for making a pledge to God and their beliefs. In fact, you have to respect anyone that does that. By wearing their rings they vow to abstain from sex, drugs, and alcohol, and in a day in age where people are offering sex everywhere you look, drugs are abundant, and alcohol is as easy to get as a diet coke, people who have that kind of will power and that kind of strength just impresses me. Don't insult it because you didn't have the power to do it Russell. It lacked taste and class, and really started the whole show off on a bad foot. Especially when those celebrities in your audience has kids that idolize the Jonas Brothers, and those parents in that audience probably want their kids to share those beliefs. Bad, bad move buddy, and I'd be surprised to see you do anything on our televisions anytime soon.
Performance time.
MTV hyped up the VMAS and performances so much this year, and I thought they just disappointed. It was too small of a location to do anything too exciting, the backlot idea isn't all it's cracked up to be, and they just lacked that extra BAM! that made them VMA performances.
I thought Rihanna started it off right. Lots of dancing, a great opening, and her hit song. Then MTV made the right move of having the Jonas Brothers perform so their younger fans could watch before bedtime on a school night. At least I hope that's what they were thinking, and it wasn't just a coincidence. The Jonas Brothers probably had the best performance of the night. It was classy, connected with their roots, and it connected with their fans. Having the screaming girls run in at the end, was genius. I applaud the Jonas Brothers on a well-done night, and I almost wish that they had pulled off one of the two awards, simply for being three of the classier people there.
Miley Cyrus shouldn't have even attempted Livin' on a Prayer. Kate Perry never should have attempted Like a Virgin. My goodness how can you butcher two classic hits? I wanted to wash my ears out with acid after hearing those.
Pink was amazing. But then again, she always is, and I don't think she gets the credit for it.
I wasn't really a fan of T.I.'s performance, which is odd because I think he is one of the better rappers out there.
Lil' Wayne, please pull up your pants.
Paramore was alright. The screaming voice gets to me.
Kayne ended the night well. A classy performance but it was hard to enjoy it after a disappointing night. I wish I had knew the song as well, but I guess he wanted to promote a new one.
I love Kid Rock. Seriously. All Summer Long is one of his better songs. I wish he performed it without Lil' Wayne though.
So if I didn't mention a performance, I didn't enjoy it and it wasn't memorable. I feel like two months of excitement and hype for these things was a waste of time. I was excited, like I get every year, when I find out when they are going to air. But it was just terrible.
If you TiVoed it, taped it, or recorded it somehow and haven't watched it yet, I almost want to tell you not to bother. But Slash was there, Michael Phelps, and a few others that made it almost worth my time. I feel like that's hours I will never get back in my life, and I feel you might want to watch it just to see how freakin' awful it was.
I'm disappointed. MTV you disappointed me in '08. Let's bring back the definition of the VMAs in '09, kay?
I leave you with this thought:
Videos destroyed the vitality of rock and roll. Before that, music said, "Listen to me." Now it says, "Look at me."
-- Billy Joel, singer, pianist, and songwriter
I don't think I could've said it better myself Mr. Joel.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
So of course I have to comment on one of the biggest nights in music--the MTV Video Music Awards. I can sum up this year's show in three words:
What. A. Joke.
Did anyone know who Russell Brand was prior to anything having to do with the VMAS? Show of hands? No one? Yeah, me neither. What a freakin' joke. That had the be the worst host of any show--television, movie, or music, I've seen in a long time. I almost turned it off in the first five minutes, but I was psyched for some of the performances, that were waaaay over-hyped, and ended up being quite a disappointment.
Let me comment on Russell Brand. A known sex-addict and alcohol-addict. I mean based on the reality shows shown on MTV, I guess that would be a choice that might appeal to the audience. But seriously buddy, you don't have to insult everyone, their beliefs, and their morals, in a sad attempt to be funny. You don't need to insult our country when you're standing on our soil. As he did his opening, and the cameras scanned the crowd, you could see the faces of some of the most prolific names in the celebrity world, with looks on their faces like "WTF?" or "Is this guy serious?"
This show is about music. It's about being an artist. It's about creativity. It's about perfomance. But when it all comes down to it, it's about the freakin' music.
I don't care what any of your political beliefs are. In fact, I don't even know what I believe anymore. But to start of a music award show by talking about who you should vote for and insulting the current president (who was voted in by the people, so therefore you're insulting the ones that voted for him) is just downright ridiculous. No, seriously. I don't care if you're Democrat, or Republican, and the president you vote for gets in office or not. You respect the man (or woman) that is your president because of your love for the country and the ideals that it's based on. I couldn't get in that office, and make the decisions day in and day out that they have to do.
I am also a firm believer that you should not use your status or fame to sway people to vote. As a citizen of the United States, you have a right to believe what you want to believe and vote for who you want to vote for. I don't care if you're the biggest thing to hit the charts, that doesn't mean you get to yell out "VOTE FOR .....!" The worst part of the whole thing, is Russell Brand isn't even a citizen of the United States. So don't yell out political opinions, dumbass. In fact, don't comment on our country at all, and if you're really going to insult our politics, our current president, or any future president or vice president we may or may not have, you can just go back to Great Britain in my opinion.
Then the whole purity rings thing. I clapped out loud when Jordin Sparks got up on stage to present in award and put the ass in his place by saying, "I just want to comment on the purity rings. I think it's great to wear them because at our age not every guy or girl wants to be a slut!" Genius. This was after Russell Brand insulted the Jonas Brothers, and a lot of other teenage stars who wear the purity rings (and teenagers in general who do), for wearing purity rings. Saying that people need sex, blah blah blah. Look buddy, I don't care what religion you are, it gives you no right to insult other people's beliefs. If you meant it in good fun or not, in today's society, you can't talk about politics and religion without offending someone, and you need to open your eyes and realize that. It was just a stupid move on Brand's part.
I'm not really a fan of the Jonas Brothers music, but you have to respect what you can assume to be hormonal teenage boys for making a pledge to God and their beliefs. In fact, you have to respect anyone that does that. By wearing their rings they vow to abstain from sex, drugs, and alcohol, and in a day in age where people are offering sex everywhere you look, drugs are abundant, and alcohol is as easy to get as a diet coke, people who have that kind of will power and that kind of strength just impresses me. Don't insult it because you didn't have the power to do it Russell. It lacked taste and class, and really started the whole show off on a bad foot. Especially when those celebrities in your audience has kids that idolize the Jonas Brothers, and those parents in that audience probably want their kids to share those beliefs. Bad, bad move buddy, and I'd be surprised to see you do anything on our televisions anytime soon.
Performance time.
MTV hyped up the VMAS and performances so much this year, and I thought they just disappointed. It was too small of a location to do anything too exciting, the backlot idea isn't all it's cracked up to be, and they just lacked that extra BAM! that made them VMA performances.
I thought Rihanna started it off right. Lots of dancing, a great opening, and her hit song. Then MTV made the right move of having the Jonas Brothers perform so their younger fans could watch before bedtime on a school night. At least I hope that's what they were thinking, and it wasn't just a coincidence. The Jonas Brothers probably had the best performance of the night. It was classy, connected with their roots, and it connected with their fans. Having the screaming girls run in at the end, was genius. I applaud the Jonas Brothers on a well-done night, and I almost wish that they had pulled off one of the two awards, simply for being three of the classier people there.
Miley Cyrus shouldn't have even attempted Livin' on a Prayer. Kate Perry never should have attempted Like a Virgin. My goodness how can you butcher two classic hits? I wanted to wash my ears out with acid after hearing those.
Pink was amazing. But then again, she always is, and I don't think she gets the credit for it.
I wasn't really a fan of T.I.'s performance, which is odd because I think he is one of the better rappers out there.
Lil' Wayne, please pull up your pants.
Paramore was alright. The screaming voice gets to me.
Kayne ended the night well. A classy performance but it was hard to enjoy it after a disappointing night. I wish I had knew the song as well, but I guess he wanted to promote a new one.
I love Kid Rock. Seriously. All Summer Long is one of his better songs. I wish he performed it without Lil' Wayne though.
So if I didn't mention a performance, I didn't enjoy it and it wasn't memorable. I feel like two months of excitement and hype for these things was a waste of time. I was excited, like I get every year, when I find out when they are going to air. But it was just terrible.
If you TiVoed it, taped it, or recorded it somehow and haven't watched it yet, I almost want to tell you not to bother. But Slash was there, Michael Phelps, and a few others that made it almost worth my time. I feel like that's hours I will never get back in my life, and I feel you might want to watch it just to see how freakin' awful it was.
I'm disappointed. MTV you disappointed me in '08. Let's bring back the definition of the VMAs in '09, kay?
I leave you with this thought:
Videos destroyed the vitality of rock and roll. Before that, music said, "Listen to me." Now it says, "Look at me."
-- Billy Joel, singer, pianist, and songwriter
I don't think I could've said it better myself Mr. Joel.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." -Berthold Auerbach
I leave my cellphone volume on high at night when I sleep. Why? Because I'm the friend that everyone goes to for advice, and if someone needs me at 2 AM because they just got in a huge fight with their boyfriend, I want to be there for them. Even though I love sleep and usually threaten bodily harm if someone calls/texts me while I'm sleeping and it's not important.
Last night, at 5:21 AM, I received a drunk text from the guy mentioned in the previous post. For the sake of having a name for him from now on, we shall call him Billy. I don't know why that popped into my head, but that's what we shall call him.
Anyway it was a drunk text. This pisses me off. Why? I hate when people drink. I hate alcohol. I think it is one of the most viral, disgusting, pointless things on the face of this earth. I do not drink. I never want to drink. It does nothing for you--except occasionally make you lose your inhibitions and act a little crazy. Big freakin' deal. I can act crazy and be daring without anything in my body that could potentially cause me harm. I guess I'm not your average nineteen year old, because everyone else I know drinks. And I hate it. I wish he didn't drink. He knows my opinions on it, and he doesn't care. I would have no friends if I wasn't friends with anyone who drank, but still, control yourselves people. Set a limit. Be safe. And don't freakin' drunk text me at 5:21 AM. A) It pisses me off. B) It makes me disappointed in you, and C) It makes me wonder what girl you're getting drunk with.
Stupid Billy. Stupid, stupid Billy.
I almost want to drunk text him one night, being completely sober of course because I don't drink, but make him think I did, and write something like "I leov ioyiu" meaning "I love you" and see what he says or acts or does. But of course I will never do this, because I don't drink and I don't want anyone thinking I have or do.
I need a vacation. It seems that every little thing is getting on my nerves lately and I'm getting pissed off at everyone. The text message was unneeded last night, and I never responded, and I'm not texting him today. I need a break from him. He's told me before that he wonders after a while of me not texting him, why I haven't text him and he misses it. Well, I need a break from him. I need to stop talking to him to get over him. Even though I know neither will ever happen, I will stop myself from being the one to text him. He wants to talk to me, he can initiate conversation from now on. He can send me an IM first and he can text me first. A real text. Not a text when he's drunk and with other girls. Should I be happy that he thought of me when he was with someone else?
Well I'm not.
Damn you Billy.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
Last night, at 5:21 AM, I received a drunk text from the guy mentioned in the previous post. For the sake of having a name for him from now on, we shall call him Billy. I don't know why that popped into my head, but that's what we shall call him.
Anyway it was a drunk text. This pisses me off. Why? I hate when people drink. I hate alcohol. I think it is one of the most viral, disgusting, pointless things on the face of this earth. I do not drink. I never want to drink. It does nothing for you--except occasionally make you lose your inhibitions and act a little crazy. Big freakin' deal. I can act crazy and be daring without anything in my body that could potentially cause me harm. I guess I'm not your average nineteen year old, because everyone else I know drinks. And I hate it. I wish he didn't drink. He knows my opinions on it, and he doesn't care. I would have no friends if I wasn't friends with anyone who drank, but still, control yourselves people. Set a limit. Be safe. And don't freakin' drunk text me at 5:21 AM. A) It pisses me off. B) It makes me disappointed in you, and C) It makes me wonder what girl you're getting drunk with.
Stupid Billy. Stupid, stupid Billy.
I almost want to drunk text him one night, being completely sober of course because I don't drink, but make him think I did, and write something like "I leov ioyiu" meaning "I love you" and see what he says or acts or does. But of course I will never do this, because I don't drink and I don't want anyone thinking I have or do.
I need a vacation. It seems that every little thing is getting on my nerves lately and I'm getting pissed off at everyone. The text message was unneeded last night, and I never responded, and I'm not texting him today. I need a break from him. He's told me before that he wonders after a while of me not texting him, why I haven't text him and he misses it. Well, I need a break from him. I need to stop talking to him to get over him. Even though I know neither will ever happen, I will stop myself from being the one to text him. He wants to talk to me, he can initiate conversation from now on. He can send me an IM first and he can text me first. A real text. Not a text when he's drunk and with other girls. Should I be happy that he thought of me when he was with someone else?
Well I'm not.
Damn you Billy.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
“When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.” -Edgar Watson Howe
Hi anyone who ventures across this blog.
I'm not putting the link in a profile, on a website, or telling it to a single one of my friends. In fact, I won't even tell you who I am. But if you found this, there must be a reason, and I hope you stick around.
I'm just a nineteen year old girl with things to express and words to say, and I need an outlet. I don't want to write a journal, because frankly I hate writing privately and worrying about hiding it, and who knows, maybe someone who feels the same way as I do will come across this and get inspired by my words.
So now I have a "blog".
I really don't like that word. It sounds gross.
Anyway, like I said, I'm not really going to tell you about me, besides what I feel I need to get out that day. You won't know my name. You won't know what I look like. But you will get a sense of what I'm feeling.
Like any nineteen year old girl, I'm in love with someone who does not love me back. I've been in love with him since I was thirteen and in the seventh grade, and I'm now a sophomore in college. Why haven't we ever gotten together? He's my best friend, and that's all he sees me as. In fact, I'm sometimes even known as "one of the guys" to him, because I love sports. Lately it's gotten a lot worse. We talk at least five hours a day, and I just can't get these feelings for him to leave. Maybe some part of me just wants a boyfriend--a guy that is constantly there to understand what I am feeling, but the other part of me, is all "you're independent, you don't need a fella."
See that's the thing. If you were to poll 100 people who know me, and ask them one word to describe me, 98 of them would probably say "strong". I'm the tough girl that doesn't take shit, has an attitude that I am not afraid of anything, and words don't hurt me.
But these people don't see the tear stains on my pillow. They don't see how I lay awake in bed in the dark thinking about things. Sometimes you just want someone to express that all to. To know that they are always there and will love you unconditionally, no matter how you are feeling. I know he could be that guy, because he already understands me more than other people do. Yet I'm not very attractive to him, and as well as he knows me and loves me, he knows all of my flaws and dislikes them. I guess I shouldn't want a guy that doesn't embrace my flaws and love them for being a party of me, but I can't freakin' help it. Oh well.
So today I danced in the rain. Literally, I threw on some sweatpants, rainboots, and a jacket and just twirled and danced in a rainstorm. It was one of the best days I've had in a while. Then I come inside and change, put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and I discovered I was wearing all black. I've never done this in my entire life. In fact I live for vibrant and bright colors, and I love to express that in my wardrobe. So why was I in all black? Was it a sign? Was someone trying to tell me something? Was my heart trying to? Or was it just a simple coincidence? Who knows.
Another thing about me that few people know, I write songs. No one has actually seen or heard them, and I don't want them ever to. Only three people know that I write them, and they know better than to push me to share them with them, cause I might just kick their ass. Just kidding.
Anyway, something none of them know, is that I have never completed a song. I have enough lyrics running through my head to, if I had a band (and didn't sound like a dying animal when I sing), put out about 10 cds. No really, I could write over 100 different songs if I could complete the lyrics. I have all of this inspiration to write all of these different lyrics, but I've never had the inspiration to complete a song fully. Bridge, Chorus, Verses--I can't get them to combine.
Yet, I think I'm getting close. It's a rough draft right now, but I recently had an epiphany about that boy I mentioned, and well, I think he might have inspired me to finish my first complete song. It's heartwrenching and might bring tears to your eyes if you know the whole story behind it, but it fits, and it might actually be pretty decent.
I guess I also want a boyfriend so that someone completely knows me. I was thinking about it today actually, and I can't think of one person in the entire world, who knows everything about me. Maybe that's my fault. Maybe I've sheltered myself. Maybe I've protected myself from heartbreak before ever allowing myself to experience it. I want to change this. There's someone out there for me, who is going to know all of me and love every bit of it, and I will find it. I keep listening to "One Step At A Time" by Jordin Sparks because she has that line "it's gonna happen when it's supposed to happen", and I'm trying to live by that.
My blog name fits me. I hear a song, and I immediately know what the person felt or experience when writing it. If I don't, I will research it until I find the meaning behind the song. Lyrics speak to me, and music and songs mean the world to me. That's a lot of the reason that I listen to old school music mainly, because that was when music meant something. At least to me. So I literally live the lyrics, because music is a way people express what they can't form into everyday words. That's my life in a nutshell.
So I think that is it for my opening post. If no one reads this, well that's alright, because that's not the point of me writing it. If someone does, congratulations on getting this far. I probably wouldn't read about a nineteen year old's mediocre problems, when the economy is failing, gas prices are rising, war in the middle east and darfur, and a bunch of other problems in this world. But if you did, thanks. It shows you care.
I leave you with this quote: "For everything you have missed, you have gained something else. And for everything you gain, you lose something else. It is about your outlook on life. You can either regret or rejoice." -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
I'm not putting the link in a profile, on a website, or telling it to a single one of my friends. In fact, I won't even tell you who I am. But if you found this, there must be a reason, and I hope you stick around.
I'm just a nineteen year old girl with things to express and words to say, and I need an outlet. I don't want to write a journal, because frankly I hate writing privately and worrying about hiding it, and who knows, maybe someone who feels the same way as I do will come across this and get inspired by my words.
So now I have a "blog".
I really don't like that word. It sounds gross.
Anyway, like I said, I'm not really going to tell you about me, besides what I feel I need to get out that day. You won't know my name. You won't know what I look like. But you will get a sense of what I'm feeling.
Like any nineteen year old girl, I'm in love with someone who does not love me back. I've been in love with him since I was thirteen and in the seventh grade, and I'm now a sophomore in college. Why haven't we ever gotten together? He's my best friend, and that's all he sees me as. In fact, I'm sometimes even known as "one of the guys" to him, because I love sports. Lately it's gotten a lot worse. We talk at least five hours a day, and I just can't get these feelings for him to leave. Maybe some part of me just wants a boyfriend--a guy that is constantly there to understand what I am feeling, but the other part of me, is all "you're independent, you don't need a fella."
See that's the thing. If you were to poll 100 people who know me, and ask them one word to describe me, 98 of them would probably say "strong". I'm the tough girl that doesn't take shit, has an attitude that I am not afraid of anything, and words don't hurt me.
But these people don't see the tear stains on my pillow. They don't see how I lay awake in bed in the dark thinking about things. Sometimes you just want someone to express that all to. To know that they are always there and will love you unconditionally, no matter how you are feeling. I know he could be that guy, because he already understands me more than other people do. Yet I'm not very attractive to him, and as well as he knows me and loves me, he knows all of my flaws and dislikes them. I guess I shouldn't want a guy that doesn't embrace my flaws and love them for being a party of me, but I can't freakin' help it. Oh well.
So today I danced in the rain. Literally, I threw on some sweatpants, rainboots, and a jacket and just twirled and danced in a rainstorm. It was one of the best days I've had in a while. Then I come inside and change, put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and I discovered I was wearing all black. I've never done this in my entire life. In fact I live for vibrant and bright colors, and I love to express that in my wardrobe. So why was I in all black? Was it a sign? Was someone trying to tell me something? Was my heart trying to? Or was it just a simple coincidence? Who knows.
Another thing about me that few people know, I write songs. No one has actually seen or heard them, and I don't want them ever to. Only three people know that I write them, and they know better than to push me to share them with them, cause I might just kick their ass. Just kidding.
Anyway, something none of them know, is that I have never completed a song. I have enough lyrics running through my head to, if I had a band (and didn't sound like a dying animal when I sing), put out about 10 cds. No really, I could write over 100 different songs if I could complete the lyrics. I have all of this inspiration to write all of these different lyrics, but I've never had the inspiration to complete a song fully. Bridge, Chorus, Verses--I can't get them to combine.
Yet, I think I'm getting close. It's a rough draft right now, but I recently had an epiphany about that boy I mentioned, and well, I think he might have inspired me to finish my first complete song. It's heartwrenching and might bring tears to your eyes if you know the whole story behind it, but it fits, and it might actually be pretty decent.
I guess I also want a boyfriend so that someone completely knows me. I was thinking about it today actually, and I can't think of one person in the entire world, who knows everything about me. Maybe that's my fault. Maybe I've sheltered myself. Maybe I've protected myself from heartbreak before ever allowing myself to experience it. I want to change this. There's someone out there for me, who is going to know all of me and love every bit of it, and I will find it. I keep listening to "One Step At A Time" by Jordin Sparks because she has that line "it's gonna happen when it's supposed to happen", and I'm trying to live by that.
My blog name fits me. I hear a song, and I immediately know what the person felt or experience when writing it. If I don't, I will research it until I find the meaning behind the song. Lyrics speak to me, and music and songs mean the world to me. That's a lot of the reason that I listen to old school music mainly, because that was when music meant something. At least to me. So I literally live the lyrics, because music is a way people express what they can't form into everyday words. That's my life in a nutshell.
So I think that is it for my opening post. If no one reads this, well that's alright, because that's not the point of me writing it. If someone does, congratulations on getting this far. I probably wouldn't read about a nineteen year old's mediocre problems, when the economy is failing, gas prices are rising, war in the middle east and darfur, and a bunch of other problems in this world. But if you did, thanks. It shows you care.
I leave you with this quote: "For everything you have missed, you have gained something else. And for everything you gain, you lose something else. It is about your outlook on life. You can either regret or rejoice." -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Have no regrets. Live. Laugh. Love. And listen to music.
xLivin'theLyricsx
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