Sunday, January 23, 2011
Over
I was always scared to be enough
So sick and tired of playing for your love
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak,
I couldn't dare to even think
But now that's over
and I. Am. Free.
So sick and tired of playing for your love
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak,
I couldn't dare to even think
But now that's over
and I. Am. Free.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Playlist.
I've just turned on my computer, despite my efforts to roll over and go back to sleep, but I can't help but explain what I'm currently thinking:
You know how some people say that certian smells remind them of things? Like pine trees and Christmas; or cookies and Grandma's? Well for me, that sensory connection is made with music. I can't be cliche when I make the statement, "music is my life", because in a way, it is. My life is a playlist and in any given moment, a certian harmony or lyric can enigmatically trigger a sensor in my brain that leaves me frequenting a past memory. Here are some examples:
Anything Blink 182 just oozes adolecent carelessness. Summer days and infinte warm humid nights. Driving your sister's car with the windows down, sneaking out, and your first sip of beer or liquor.
In middle school, I made a CD that consisted of Coldplay's "Yellow" and to this day, I can see myself, naiive and laying in bed, doodling Michael Wilmot's name on my folder, staring at my vibrant blue walls, smelling dinner cooking, and putting off homework.
"Do You Realize" by The Flaming Lips was sung by Cody Jones right before my first kiss and I can still feel the warmness of his hands, grabbing the small of my back.
Freshman year, I was as moody as anyone,and hormones struck me hard when I discovered Bright Eyes' Lover I Don't Have to Love. And of course Lauren Saurette completely drove any pop rock song into the ground.
Taking Back Sunday gives me the feeling of cold football games, driving with the windows down in the car with my sister. (even though she wasn't allowed to like "alternative", only rap)
Shoot Me Down was the first time I thought I got high. I felt cool, so that song brings me back to that "wild" summer.
Several songs make me remember grueling cheer performances for a pep rally crowd that couldn't be less inerested.
Incedently, this playlist is still being formed, but it's always nice to press shuffle, and revisit my past. Every heartbreak, heart flutter, smoldering summer day, and freezing winter night. Well, that's all I've got. Goodnight.
You know how some people say that certian smells remind them of things? Like pine trees and Christmas; or cookies and Grandma's? Well for me, that sensory connection is made with music. I can't be cliche when I make the statement, "music is my life", because in a way, it is. My life is a playlist and in any given moment, a certian harmony or lyric can enigmatically trigger a sensor in my brain that leaves me frequenting a past memory. Here are some examples:
Anything Blink 182 just oozes adolecent carelessness. Summer days and infinte warm humid nights. Driving your sister's car with the windows down, sneaking out, and your first sip of beer or liquor.
In middle school, I made a CD that consisted of Coldplay's "Yellow" and to this day, I can see myself, naiive and laying in bed, doodling Michael Wilmot's name on my folder, staring at my vibrant blue walls, smelling dinner cooking, and putting off homework.
"Do You Realize" by The Flaming Lips was sung by Cody Jones right before my first kiss and I can still feel the warmness of his hands, grabbing the small of my back.
Freshman year, I was as moody as anyone,and hormones struck me hard when I discovered Bright Eyes' Lover I Don't Have to Love. And of course Lauren Saurette completely drove any pop rock song into the ground.
Taking Back Sunday gives me the feeling of cold football games, driving with the windows down in the car with my sister. (even though she wasn't allowed to like "alternative", only rap)
Shoot Me Down was the first time I thought I got high. I felt cool, so that song brings me back to that "wild" summer.
Several songs make me remember grueling cheer performances for a pep rally crowd that couldn't be less inerested.
Incedently, this playlist is still being formed, but it's always nice to press shuffle, and revisit my past. Every heartbreak, heart flutter, smoldering summer day, and freezing winter night. Well, that's all I've got. Goodnight.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
rain/mcr
i just drove 30 min in the pouring rain, listening to MCR. it was the most beautiful and peaceful moment i've had in a long time.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
A few of my favorite things
Short Black French-Style Bobs:
Blonde Bouffants and Winged Eyeliner
OLSENS:
Zombies:
French Things: (Bulldogs, designers, ect.)
Glitter:
Tequila:
Art Boys:
Rainbow Hair:
Blonde Bouffants and Winged Eyeliner
OLSENS:
Zombies:
French Things: (Bulldogs, designers, ect.)
Glitter:
Tequila:
Art Boys:
Rainbow Hair:
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