Slam Poetry: Take 1

If you don't know what slam poetry is (like me about thirty minutes ago) here's a link that explains it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_slam. It's kind of like rap.

So, heres my first attempt at slam poerty:

I’ve only done this,

To prove I’m not redundant

In a society of movers and shakers

Lover and haters.

I’m just a cliché teenager.

Wanting you to see,

That this is me,

In front of you.

So, just do what you have to.

Paint me up,

Paint me down,

So I can fit in with your crowd.

I’m just a cliché teenager.

"Don't Take This the Wrong Way, But...": Compliments I don't like, therefore they are bad.

It's not that I don't appreciate the sincerity behind this compliments, it just that sometimes I think that they could be taking the wrong way, and sometimes for weird reasons they hurt my feelings just a wee bit.

The first one is, "your so skinny, you could use some food in you." I don't like this compliment because it implies that I don't eat, and that I need to change myself.

"Ah, you're so nice," and/or "you're so perfect," I don't like these ones, because I'm not perfectly nice, I make mistakes. I know that it shouldn't make me feel this way, but it makes me feel bad for making mistakes. It makes me feel like the person saying it thinks that I'm perfect, and since I'm not, I should be.

"You're so tall you should be a model," this one upsets me, because I looked in to it, and in reality, I am in no means tall enough for stick skinny enough to be a model. And, I like myself the way I am, so I'm not planing on starving myself anytime the near future.

Looking back on these, I sound pretty mean. Please keep in mind that I'm not trying to hurt anyones feelings, or be rude, and I'm sorry if this article makes you offended.:)

I Diversity Really is the "spice of life": A little change can always do good.

Do you ever have those moments when life just feels like a music track playing over and over again, like it's became an every day routine? I get that way sometimes. I get stuck in a little pattern, of getting up, going to school, coming home. It just gets so frustrating sometimes.

Those are the moments when I decide to do something crazy. Something I wouldn't normal do. You know, spice things up. Some times when I'm walking home I'll run through the streets screaming, or other times I'll just burst out it song. Anything to make life abnormal, because abnormal is the best way to be.

Soft Skeleton: Tragic free write, don't worry it's fiction

Once again, I am doing a free write with a few lines from one of my favorite songs.
It's called Soft Skeleton by Anberlin (My favorite band ever! <3)
Here's a link to the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuv6aehPnbA

"When the light starts to burn, and the pain returns.

I just wish that I could heal the hurt you feel tonight.

There's life in your veins. These needles are chains to hold you down.

How can you expect to win this war if you're too afraid to fight?"

She'll be so suprized! I think excitedly as I shift the heavy package in my hands searching for my appartment key. It's my roommate Katie's 20th birthday. She probably thinks I forgot about it, but on the way home I picked her up a cake, and a movie. It's her favorite movie. Frustrated, I deside to resort to knocking. The house remains quiet, disturbingly quiet. I knock again. Bam, bam, bam. And, reassure myself, Katie's just sleeping.

"Katie? Can you come open the door? I don't have enough hands to get out my key."

I half-shriek frantically. I don't know why I'm so paranoid. Katie's just inside watching t.v., and can't hear me...right?

Knocking once more, I get the gut feeling that something isn't right. Hastily, I drop the cake box on the porch, and with shaking hands, locate my key chain. My vision tunnels, making it hard to get the key in the door, but I'm successful after a couple attempts.

The air is cold and stiff inside the house. Now, I know my gut feeling is right.

The house lackes life, and light. A light muffled sound came from the t.v. room. Rushing in, I saw the blue television light illuminating a limp figure laying on the carpet.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh..." I repeat to my self in breathy whispers. She told me she was clean, all these thoughts begin to shoot through my head, I drove her to the methadone clinic last week, I watched her throw it all out, this can't behappening.

I kneel down next to her. Everything checks out for an overdose. Why? Katie why did you relapse? You told me you were ok. 

I run over to the phone, and dial 911. My hands are shaking, and tears begin to swell in my eyes. No matter how many times I have done this, it never gets routine, never normal, just painful.

"Just Can't Hide This Feelin' Anymore": Be a Dork For What You Love

Be a dork for what you love! Do what you want, and don't fear peoples judgement. Everyone has their own little quirks. That's what makes us all so different.

It's sad seeing a person who hidea their rtrue feelings for something because they don't think it's popular. I say: if you like to l.a.r.p. in your free time, go ahead. If you like to collect rocks, go ahead. Etc.

I try to always stay true to who I am (not always perfect at it). I'm pretty eccentric, and I think that's one of my best traits. Here's a list of all the "uncool" things I like to do/think:

1.  I keep a list of all the books I've ever read.
2. I think that playing dugeons and dragons could be pretty interesting.
3. The Zelda theme makes me happy.
4. Going to the library makes me happy.
5. I watch anime

Ok, that's a pretty short list, but I could go on for hours.

Charactor Developement: Myself?

So I was working on my book I'm writing, doing some charactor developement, and I thought I should do that for myself.

Fifteen years old. Blond hair, blues eyes. Some people think she's funny. Has probablems with comparing herself with her older sister. She resents that B she got on her report card last semester. Likes to think that she is a good singer, in truth she is average. Likes to draw. Puts to much salt on her food. Tall, and skinny. Can eat what ever and stay the same size. Likes to show off her bicep muscles, and doesn't know why that annoys people. Doesn't know how to comfort people in moments of distress. One of her eyebrows has a calic, that makes it's hair stick up. She doesn't like the bags under her eyes. She is suprisingly shallow about one thing, height. She will never date someone shorter then her. She turns into a moody-monster when she is hungry. She doesn't know what she wants to be when you grows up, but she knows that she wants to be a mother and wife. She has planned out all of her children's names, and is shockingly determined to have an even number of two boys and two girls. She is confused and disturbed when other girls go as far as to desire a certain order to their children. Example: people saying that they want a boy first then a girl, then a girl, then a very. That disturbs her. She likes to post on a blog that has one follower, and no readers but herself. She hates having her nails painted. She has lived a suprisingly sheltered life.

My New Obsession: Don't worry, I'll limit it to ten this time

1. Costco Muffins (Perferrably chocolate)
2. Guys with natural black hair and green eyes
3. Pesto on bow tie pasta
4. Law and Order SVU
5. Pretty Little Liars (can't wait for next episode!)
6. Stardoll.com (My username is ll_lawl_ll)
7. Cheez-its (the best things ever)
8. Chocolate milk (I could live off this stuff.)
9. Anberlin (Best band ever, I literally am in love with them.)
10. Working Out (Whooo! Courthouse!)

Looking at my favorites your probably thinking, "Oh then she would love a costco muffin, pesto, bow tie pasta, cheez-it, chocolate milk milkshake, to eat while she works out and watches Law and Order SVU!"

The answer is: no. I would not like.

Baby Name: Yah, I already picked them out five years early...

Carson
Reason: I think certain boys names are cute on girls, and I really like names that end in "n." I also like "c" names.

Cadence
Reason: I like the sing called Cadence by Anberlin, and I think it would be cool to be named after a musical term. I really like the way it sounds also.

Boys names:
Cade
Colton
The boys names have no reason. They are just picked because I like the way they sound.

Anberlin: They are the true lyrics masters

Alexithymia:
"There's more to living then being alive."

Haight St.:
"Old enough to know, but too young to care."

Soft Skeletons:
 "When the light starts to burn, and the pain returns, I just wish that I could heal the hurt you feel tonight. There's life in your veins. These needles are chains, to hold you down. How can you expect to win this war, if you're too afraid to fight, if your too afraid to fight?"

Inevitable:
"I wanna break every clock
The hands of time could never move again
We could stay in this moment (stay in this moment)
For the rest of our lives
Is it over now hey, hey, is it over now
I wanna be your last, first kiss
That you'll ever have"

Godspeed:
"They lied when they said the good die young. Stay with me, stay with me tonight."

A Perfect Tourniquet:
"And I guess that's why they call it love, sadly unpredictable."

Cadence:
"Heartstrings, you're tugging at my heartstrings. My heartstrings. Helpless, I have become so helpless
to your touch, oh touch me somehow. Restless, you leave me restless, breathless wait for me."

Burn Out Brighter:
"Live, I wanna live inspired . Die, I wanna die for something higher than myself."

Never Take Friendship Personal:
"Innocence gone, never take friendship personal. If you can't hold yourself together, why should I hold you now? In a sense gone, never take friendship personal. If you can't hold yourself together, why should I hold you now?"

Realization: Sudden epiphany in creative writing class.

My whole life I've heard things like, don't judge any one by there appearence, or don't judge a book by it's cover and over cliches meant to say you don't know what some one has been through just by looking at them, so don't attempt to try judging them by the way they look, dress, or present them selves.

Though I found this statement to be true, I never really took it to heart, untell today. I was previously determined that I could tell who had the messed by home life, who had the troubled past, who the pedifiles were, etc. just by looking.

But, my whole look on life changed today during 4th period. I have creative writing 4th period, and todays prompt was on suicide. Our teacher read us a story from Chicken Soup For the Soul about a girl who failed at killing herself. (I'm trying to locate the story online. It's hard when you don't even know what chicken soup it is from.) The story was really touching. She gave us ten minutes to write about what ever the story reminded us of, and said we could go any direction we wanted with it.

So, I wrote my little page about depression, and suicide. I wasn't very confident with what I had writen, and  I haven't had very many life experiences with it. I had already done my manditory amount of sharing, so, I just kept my hand down and listened.
Almost everyone in the class shared. The were a variety of stories, personall experience or of some one they knew. It was a heart breaking experience, but at the same time it felt safe. It's weird thinking that we had all only been in the same class for about five weeks, and we were already comfertable sharing very personal stories.

People talked about their friends or relatives commiting suicide, or times they wanted to. The teacher even asked, "How many of you have at one time thought about suicide?" It shocked me to see that almost the whole class raised their hands. I didn't raise mine, because I felt embarressed to admit it. I didn't realise I wasn't the only one.

It was weird looking around the room, and seeing all of the hands raised. There were so many types of people, social groups, and ethnicities. I saw people who I thought lived perfect lives raise there hands. I had always thought they were perfect, and happy all the time.

My Favorite Word: There is not real logic to this...

My Favorite word. Ever.

ascertain (verb): To make certain, clear, or understood.

I like this word, it's pronounced ah-sir-tay-nnnn. I like it because the pronounciation makes me giggle. It's used like, "I'm going to ask you a few questions, but don't worry, I'm only trying to ascertain some information, ma'm."

Free Write: It's like my mind just threw up all over the paper. Enjoy.

"Take the first line of your favorite song and write a story using it as the first line." (Taken from Reader's Digest.com)

"Who have I been kidding? I sold my soul to the coporation." (first two lines from Sell Out by Never Shout Never.) I snap, shrieking into the heavens, and drop my coffee directly on my leather dress shoes. Exasperated, I aggressively ran my hands through my hair. Why am I doing this!? Asking the question that I already know the answer to. Running the answer over and over in my head I search for my keys in the ocean of my deep coat pocket. My hand touches something unfamilar. Why is there a folded piece of paper in my pocket? It's a worn piece of paper, frayed from many washings. How did I never notice this before? I delicately open the fragile manuscript, my hands shaking, afraid that the slightest movement will destroy it. The paper opens to show a scribbled pciture, obviously done by a child. The pictures shows a big stick figure holding hands with a little stick figure. I automatically think of Sammy and sure enough in the corner of the picture, very largely, there is her name scribbled, with an upside down "a." My cheeks get hot. How long has it been since I was home? It seems like an eternity. She must be ten by now. I can't leave. I need to stay here for my job. Tracy and the kids need food, a house, and all the luxuries don't they? I run all the answers over in my head, but they seem dry and forced. I guess now is the time to think of my priorities. I pick up my phone,

"Hello!? Jim?" I hear Tracy's voice full of disbelief on the other end. I reply,

"Yes, honey. It's me, I'm coming home."

Idiosyncrasies: Good gollie I love that word!

For those of you that don't know what idiosyncrasies means (like me about a month ago..) it means certain charactoristics or habits that are unique to an individual. So it's basically the stuff that you do that makes you, you. Here are a couple crazy things not very many people know about me:

1. I hate feet! Oh my gosh. I hate people touching my feet, so foot massages are out of the question, and I hate seeing people touch each others feet. Feet wearing socks are fine.
2. I read in the bathroom sometimes. Sounds gross, but sometimes I just want to read without people talking to me at the same time.
3. I hate when people touch my hair, well not all the time. I like it when people do my hair, but if you are just going to drag your sticky fingers through my hair, seperating the curls, tangling it, and making it frizzy, please just don't.
4. My favorite band is Anberlin, and I guessed it, you don't know who they are...(If you do know of them, then you will be my best friend.)
5. Walking at night scares me.
6. I swallow gum more then I should. If you want to know how much I swallow gum, let me jsut say this, I swallow it more then I spit it out.
7. It makes me furious when people complain about their weight. Most of the time they do it for attention, and frankly, no body cares how big they are. The thing that turns people off more then weight is people that don't eat and call themselfs fat. If you don't like yourself the way you are, either learn to like yourself, or change it. Complaining does nothing but make you hate yourself.
8. I used to bit my nails in middle school, but I trained myself not to.
9. Sometimes I eat things off the floor of my house when I drop them, but only if no one say.
10. I like being home alone.
11. I'm a terrible speller.
12. Cocky people make me mad.
13. I think that Justin Beiber jokes are old now.

Curiouser and Curiouser: A strange thought in math class.

I was sitting in math class, doing what ever I could to focus on any thing but law of cosins and triangles, when I realized that I was seated by the window. It was a wonderful suprise, and I distracted myself by imagining things in the courtyard. My though process went like this:

Oh! Look at the tree. It looks all dead and nasty...wait, the top of the tree looks alot like roots. What if the tree was really growing from the sky, and no one knew that? What if all trees grew from the sky, and they just hovered there? That would be awesome. You could walk under the tree everyday, and then suddenly it would be so tall that you would hit your head. Oh, there are paper snow flakes on the windows. What if in the world I was imagining it snowed paper snow flakes? That would be pretty great, you would jsut need to be careful not to get papercuts on the top of your head. That would suck. Oh, and it would rain fruit, because all of the trees are upside down.

So I just thought that I would share that memory because it makes me happy.

Live Like There's No Tomorrow:What a terrible thing to think about

I really hate motivational posters that say "Live like theres no tomorrow!" or "Live like you're dying!" or "Live every day like it's your last!" How morbid is that!? That's terrible. Telling people to live there lifes like they wont be arround the next day. I get the fact that it is trying the convey the notion of living so that you will have no regretts, but I just don't like the idea of constantly looking to the past instead of the future. That's why I really like the Kaiser Permente ad that says, "Live like there's no yesterday." That's my life statement. When someone asks me to simplify my whole life into one statement I will say, "I lived like there was no yesterday." It just seems freeing to have your life not be chained by the past, but instead be open to new chances for happiness and adventure.

Free Write: Read it if you want

I guess that the one thing I want out of life is to be happy, I really don't have any big dreams. I want to grow up get married live a wonderfully average life. Have children and I want to celebrate my 50th aniversery with my husband, in the same house that we have lived in for 50 years. I want a  house with a wrap around porch. I want a house with lots of windows and a porch swing. I want a two story house with a kitchen that is always warm with something baking. I want to grow old and be healthy. I want to be old with hands worn down from work and a scuffed wedding ring. I want a pastel house with white shutters. I want a dog, a small dog. I want grandchildren. I want a large family that visits in the winter. I want to live in a place where it snows on christmas. I want to live in a house with shutters, two stories, a rap around porch, and a porch swing. I want to get married. I want to grow old with my husband. I want to be happy.

More Poems: You know you love them

I have to admit, this poems are not as good as the last too, so don't get your hopes up. The first one I wrote today, and the second I wrote a couple months ago.

Mirrors:

I look in the mirror,

Its shining, reflecting.

Who is that person in the mirror?

The girl who’s always looking back at me.

When did she age?

What happened to the little girl I used to see?

When did she change?

Where is the pure, innocent and loving girl?

She used to laugh,

She used to play.

She was unprejudiced, and untained from the world.

So, please, tell me,

What happened to that little girl?

The one I used to be.

Jars.

It’s said

There’s a table.

A big table.

With thousands of glass jars.

One belongs to me.

And it’s filled.

It’s filled with all the negativity;

Bad thoughts,

Complaints,

Sorrow,

Everything.

Also,

All the times I’ve not succeeded.

That’s in there too.

It’s black,

Swirling,

Sinister.

It can’t harm us,

Unless,

We let it.

How to keep it in?

Live in the present,

Mourning the past puts a crack in the jar.

Permit: I'm drivin'.

I got my permit today! I'm so glad. It only took me four tries. I honestly thought that I was never going to get it, I have been fifteen for six months, and I just now got my permit. I love driving! I just love it, it's so much fun, and it is extremely scary at the same time. Today my mom took me all over to drive at different locations, and towards the end I was pretty good at driving. She let me drive home because my neighborhood is never very busy. I was freaking out, because it was my first time driving outside of parking lots, and I'm pretty sure that I was gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. As I was pulling into our drive way I accidentally pushed the gas instead of the break and almost drove straight through our garage. Luckily, I quickly took my foot off of the gas and slammed on the breaks.

So on to something completely different, I am writing a book. It's a book that I gave up on a year ago (See previous blog "New Years Resolutions: they suck) and I was rereading it, and I realized that I really liked the story line. I just need to figure out a few details. I might post a couple chapters for everyone to read sometime in the near future. I'm really happy.

Best Mashup of Songs Ever: Seriously, somebody make a mashup of these songs and send me a link

I think that a mashup of Into the Night by Benny Mardones (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bpOBAwrFVw) and the song Abracadabra by Steve Miller Band (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAPSb3ewgxc) Would be extremely creepy and awesome. I have two reasons:

1. Firstly Into the Night is the creepiest song ever, so if it was mashed up with any song it would be awesome. I think that it is creepy because it says "shes just sixteen years old leave her alone...".
2. Abracadabra is the funniest song ever, so the pair of songs make a wonderfully hilarious couple.

So this is what I think the mash up should be like. Into the Night will be blue, and Abracadabra with be red.

Seperated by fools who don't even know what love is
Abra-Abra-cadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya,
She's just sixteen years old, leave her alone.

A poem: Horizen

 I generally don't write poems that rhymn. The poems I usually write just paint a picture, but I'm working on writing poems with certain numbers of syllabols or rhyming cuplets....

I have two poems to post today the first on is a poem that I wrote a little less then a year ago. It's like my usually type. No rhyming.

“Sunrise”

It’s freezing out side,

Chilling and icy,

The cold creeps along my arms,

Leaving goose bumps in its wake.

The sky is still deep blue and black,

Speckled with purple,

It looks menacing, haunting,

At the same time it is,

Beautiful.

The sun is peaking at me,

Just barely over the horizon,

Like a kid playing hide and seek,

Checking for taggers,

Trying to remain unseen.

The little sun pushes his head up,

Illuminating,

The sky is a canvas,

Bright pink and orange water colors,

Seep into the dark paint,

It’s striking, stunning, spectacular,

And Breath taking.

The second poem I am posting isn't one of my best works. I wrote it when I was dabbling in writing poems where every other line rhymns. Hope you like it:

Dreams

Should I reach for my dreams?

Should I grasp that star?

To me it always seems,

They are so far.

Can I depend on my own strength,

To get the job done?

Should I set my goal that great length,

though it's such a long run.

Should I trust these wings for flight,

To lift me up to,

 Such great heights?

What else can I do?

Sylvia Monologue: Yes sir, I am portraying a dog.

So I realized that I had posted a whole blog about how excited I was to have performed my monologue in Fundamentals of Acting, and I didn't even tell you guys what my monologue was. It's a monoloue from the play Sylvia. I am playing the part of Sylvia who is a dog. You can get a pretty good jist of the plays background from this web article (I know Wikipedia is sketchy some times, but the information is correct on this article) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_(play) Read under "plot summary."

Here is my monologue:

 

New Years Resolutions: They suck...

I've never actually done the whole New Years Resolutions thing. I'm terrible at making a goal and sticking with it. That's probably my worst trait. I love writing, but every time that I have tried to write a book I get stuck after about three chapters. I went through a painting phase, a piano phase, a theater phase (still in the theater phase), a dance class phase, and even a rebelious phase. (I do have to say that the rebelious phase was short lived. I'm just not a very openly rebelious person) My problem is that I am a perfectionist, and I guess I just expect myself to be better then everyone else, at everything. I know it's impossible to be the best, but that's jsut the way I think. I quit dance classes because all of the girls had done it there whole lifes, and I was new.

Back to the theater phase. I was really proud of my self today. It was time to perform our monologues in my Fundamentles of Acting class, and I was extremely nervous. I am a rather quiet person when it comes to public speaking, but I did it all the way through. My teacher told me that I actually did a good job. It felt amazing to actually try to do my best and suceed. Usually when I have to perform a monologue that I'm not very comfertable with, I will just pretend that I am not trying. I don't know why I do that. I think that it may be so that I don't try my hardest and end up failing, because that has happened to me. Those are the times that I have fallen the hardest. The lesson that I learned today is that when you do try your best, and give it your all the result is so much better. I feel so much better about myself knowing that I am actually a pretty good actor.

Geometry: How many posts have I made about nevershoutnever? Count 'em and you get ten virtual high fives.

Geometry...it's a little more practical then algebra, but I still wonder how I will ever apply this to my daily life. Do they expect me to be walking down the street, and suddenly stop and be like:

Oh my gosh, it's a ladder. I need to measure the degree of the angle of the ladder intersecting with the ground. I know that the ladder is blah blah inches long, and the ground will be x, just let me get out my handy dandy calculater, and I'll just press cos, and figure that out...

No. It just doesn't apply at all, unless I became a carpender, then I maybe would need to know how to find the area of wood and stuff.

What is even harder to figure out real world situations for is algebra. I don't think that I will ever use it again in my life, unless I became a math teacher. There is no way in heck I would ever do that though.

Don't Do Any of These Things: a.k.a my pet peeves

If I would like to say that I was viewing around on alot of other blogs, and is it just me, or did anyone else notice that 99.99% of blogs are about a mom and her kids (usually age 2-5 kids, and the mom will go on and on about the adorable things they do) or they are an artists blog? The other 00.01% is blogs like mine that don't fall into the gushy-mom catagory or the artsy catagory.

Now, to talk about what the title implies. Yes, I am going to make a list of pet peeves that I have. Here it is:
- When an event or party is canceled at the last minute.

- Store clerks that think all teenagers are naturally unGodly, and that teenagers by nature will steal everything/ break something.

- People at church/school that think it is there divine calling to point out every flaw of others, and play the whole "more holyer then thou" card.

- When I am told not to do something, or to do something by someone with no authority to control me. Basically, I hate being told what to do. I can handle it at school, and by adults, but people my age should not be comanding me like I'm their dog.

- I absolutely hate  being shhhhhhhh-ed. It just sounds terrible, and frankly it doesn't help the noise problem, because for it to be effective, the shhhhhhh has to be louder then the talking. It's an unpleasent noise, it makes me mad, and when people do it to me, I just start talking louder.

- I detest being asked for gum, and if you're going to ask me don't say, "Do you have gum?" and assume that when I say, "Yes, I have gum." that it was the same as me saying, "Yes, have a piece." To me, that is the rudest way to ask for gum, it's not even really asking. The correct way to ask for gum is, "Can I have some gum?" or even "Can I have a piece?" I would prefer either of those. So, I decided this school year, when I am asked, "Do you have gum?" I will say, "Yes, I do have gum. Do you...?"

- Questions that start with "why", because no matter how they are phrased they most likely will hurt someones feelings. For example, "Why do you look so confused all the time?", "Why do you do your hair like that?" , "Why do you always say that?", and "Why do you always do that?"... and there are so many more. By the way, those are all questions that have been asked to me.

- Because is not an answer. End of story. Why you ask? Because.

- When my dog barks. Her loud, manly barks are like a group of tiny elfs are having a chainsaw party in my ear drum. It's not pleasent, not pleasent at all.

Well, that about raps it up. I think that I have sucsessfully listed my many dislikes in this world. I need to make another post, just so that I don't leave you guys on a negative thought...

Easier Than Scrapbooking: the quote I saw on her blog.

I was just making my way through blogs, repeatedly clicking the "next blog" button, when I came to a blog called Easier Than Scrapbooking. I was going to just click next when I saw this little quote:

"Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right." ~Henry Ford

I totally agree with this quote. When ever someone wants to be able to do something, I believe that it is 60% just thinking that you can do it, 20% skill, and the last 20% is just luck.

It's all about positive thinking, you can almost do anything that you think you can, sounds cheesy, but I whole heartedly believe it to be true.

I am a swimming. I do swim team year round, and currently I am on three swim teams. Whenever I have a meet I always stay positive, because I know I actually swim faster when I think that I can win. I just keep telling myself "I'm doing good, and I'm swimming fast." I wonder if it actually helps, or is it something else.

Well I'll leave that for you all to ponder on. It's dinner time. Still dreading school tomorrow. Yikes.

You Could Say I be Rollin' Like Darcy: "My good opinion once lost is lost forever."

I am sorry to say that the quote that I put in the title really has nothing to do with this post.
Well this post is mainly do to my undying love and adoration of Pride and Prejustice (Perferrably the Kira Knightly version.) My favorite quote:

"You Have Bewitched Me, Body and Soul, and I Love, I Love, I Love You. I Never Wish to be Parted from You from This Day On." -Darcy

Oh, Darcy. I don't know if I could ever love a fictional charactor more then yourself. I did go through a Edward phase in 7th grade, but that was short lived.

Well good day. Sorry for such a short post. Frankly, I have nothing more to say on the matter. It is the last day of break so I think that I will go put Pride and Prejudice in and get some warm cocoa before I have to go back to school tomorrow. Oh how I wish for snow tonight...please snow.

The Most Romantic Songs Ever: seriously, if someone sang this to me, I would love them forever.

I thought I would make a list of my favorite heart-throbingly cute/romantic songs. Here they are:


Without You by Harry Nilsson
                            "I can't live, if living is without you."

Inevitable by Anberlin:
                            "I wanna break every clock, the hands of time will never move again. We could stay in this moment for the rest of our lifes. I want to your last first kiss that you'll ever have."

Best I Ever Had by Vertical Horizon:
                            "It's not so bad, you're only the best I ever had, you don't want me back. You're just the best I ever had."


Right now I'm listening to Without You, it's really unbearably cute. On another note, I was think about why blogging has become so popular recently. Is it because this is the generation of everything electronical, or did it just snow ball, starting with a few people blogging that cause other people to want to do it, untell they where dozens of blog sites, and over hundreds of bloggers?

Songs That Discribe How I'm Feeling: NeverShoutNever, no other band could speak my feelings better

You ever listen to the lyrics of a song, and your like bam "That's exactly how I feel right now."

 Right now I'm feeling like Brightside by NeverShoutNever. "Your only as tall, as your heart will let you be, and your only as small as the world will make you seem. When going gets rough, and you feel like you will fall, just look on the bright, side your roughly six feet tall."

 Here's a link if you wanna watch the music video for it on the youtubes.
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zm6i-C0p1Y&feature=related


And on another note, there is this song that I really like by NeverShoutNever, it's a really sweet song, but it's about him loosing his virginity...a little bit awkward. It's really cute, and it's called Loosing It. The lyrics are: "I thought I loved her, and it would last forever, but I just lost it, and I can't believe it. In the back seat of my car..." I really like his songs, they are pure, and full of emotion. It's like his heart is speaking. (Sounds really cheesy...sorry)

Another song that I really like by NeverShoutNever is Sell Out. It's just about how much the whole music industry basically sucks, and they want him to conform. One line from it is: "I sold my soul to the corporation, they know me better then I know myself...they don't like the way I think, I don't really like the way they think...I'm sick of imaginary instead of artistry, I'm sick of apathy instead of harmony." Readlly powerful stuff dude.

New Apps: The cutest little fishes ever!

If you look on the right of the screen below the blog archive, you will see my fishies. I recently added them, aren't they just adorable? I am going to name them, though I have no idea how I will tell them apart...Well here are their names:
1) Patricia
2) Pablo
3) Player
4) Packo
5) Philipe
6) Pamila
7) Patrick
8) Potatoe
9) Precious
10) Patty

Ahh! I'm just so excited! I just made five posts, and it's only my first day with this blog. Is that a little obsessive? It's 10 pm, and I have to get up at 8 am tomorrow. I should probably go to bed, but I can't sleep. I wonder when someone will find my blog? I don't really know how I am supposed to broadcast it. Should I tell my friends on facebook? Send out a mass email? I don't know... I don't really want people I know to read this, it would be awkward.

Two Mystical Pictures

My Hand: I took this on a long road trip, it is the desert veiw that I saw out of the car window, and my hand.

Me: It sort of looks Alice in Wonderland ish. Don't you think?

Parodies: My Favorite Way to Make Fun of Someone.

I love parodies. I mainly enjoy the witty and/or clever ones, I think that they are hilarious! Parodies are amazing. I thought that I would share with you guys a few of my favorite parodies from youtube.

The first one is a parody of Ke$ha. Let me just say, any one with a dollar sign in there name is probably going to be the focus of a few jokes. I really do like her songs, I just think that it's funny when people can imitate her sucsessfully. I like this one becasue the girl actually looks like her, and it's really well done. The parody is of Tik Tok, and it's by TheKeysofAwesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7n8GqewJ2M

The next one is for a snuggie commercial, but they call it the WTF blanket. Really funny.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h05ZQ7WHw8Y

Well that's all. Once again I will leave with a picture for everyone to enjoy.

It's like a horse snuggie :)

Secondhand Serenade: Weird Lyrics?

So, I was recently listening to Secondhand Serenade, and I realized that alot of their songs have rather strange lyrics. Don't get me wrong, I really do like their songs, but I noticed song funny phrasing, for example:

"If you leave me tonight I'll wake up alone.." (Stay Close Don't Go)
Well, no duh Secondhand Serenade.

"Sometimes I stare at you when you are sleeping, and listen to your breathing..." (Stay Cloase Don't Go)
One word...creepy.
"the best thing about tonight is that we're not fighting.." (fall for you)
Really? Your saying that the best part isn't being with me? Not very romantic.

Ahh... now that I type it I realized that it's not very funny.

Well to cover up the awkward silence that is probably happening now from your absence of laughter, look at this picture:

And while you contemplate that, I will continue buying free pilot episodes from itunes.

My First Post: Hi, nice to meet you, and other senseless chatter...

Hello everyone reading this! I just made this blog 'bout three minutes ago, so I highly doubt anyone has started reading yet. First, I need to get a few things clear: this is not my first blog, I have not done anything note worthy in my life (yet), and this is not just a typical teenage-my life sucks blog. My name is BloatedCaterpillar, I am a 15 year old girl living some where in North America, and that is all you need to know. I will not give out any information more then that, except stories from my life. I don't believe that to read this blog you need to know what I look like or what my name is, and if your okay with that too, then we will get along quite fine. Now, getting back to the fact that I stated earlier, yes, this is not my first blog. I have had three others. All of my other blogs I quit before they even started. That's not happening now, even if I don't get any readers, I'm doing this for me. Not for popularity.