Our country is viewed by others to be extremely proud. And, I suppose this is true, but not without good reason. Since we managed to defeat the British in the Revolutionary War against the odds or whatever. (I was not very attentive in American history)And since then, we've been kind of awesome in combat, if I'm right. (I hope I am, lol.)
But, one of the greatest ironies is that with America being one of the countries where most everybody can have food and stuff, people are starving themselves and vomiting. Now, I'm tired, so I'm writing in a very sterile way, please don't think I'm uncaring... But it is a huge irony. If you didn't have the option of food everyday, you probably wouldn't have an ED.
And this moves on to how the media shows people. I remember an episode of Family Guy where Peter goes to visit his father in Ireland. While in a drunken stupor, his father asked why he wasn't attractive, like most Americans. I thought of this before I started this post. Because if people from other countries think all Americans are supposed to be beautiful, and so many girls have low self-esteem.
Like, seriously, 90% of the girls I know hate themselves, or, more, their physical appearance.
I was just thinking about this. I find it ironic. Saddeningly so.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Today my friend and I walked around the cemetery about a mile away from our houses
We brushed off stones covered in grass, and put rocks on the tombstone of a 20-year-old boy. Afterwards, we saw the heart-shaped grave of a fifteen-year-old girl with her picture attached. Her mother was buried next to her. We also saw the minute grave of an infant, marked only with the letter A on the top. Not to mention, a masoluem from 1892, with it’s door wide open, the wrought-iron bars letting us see inside. Few things have been more…queerly terrifying in my life. We stayed there a half an hour, and saw so many sites with just markers and dirt. I just kept thinking “zombie” as we stood by those sites, then reprimanding myself for such disrespect. There’s no point to this, but I think these people would’ve been happy we remembered them when the rest of the world has forgotten.
But, I’m just thinking of that boy and girl. I want to know their stories. I want to know them. I want to avoid an early grave.
But, I’m just thinking of that boy and girl. I want to know their stories. I want to know them. I want to avoid an early grave.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
You Know What I Love?
I love Fuckin' Perfect (Guys Version) By Travis Garland.
I love it more than I love Peruvian flan, wrestlers, and platinum blonde guys.
It is fourth only to Phantom of the Opera, My Top 3 Disney movies (Little Mermaid, HERCULES, and Peter Pan.), ninjas, and being extra version olive oil.
I love it more than I love Peruvian flan, wrestlers, and platinum blonde guys.
It is fourth only to Phantom of the Opera, My Top 3 Disney movies (Little Mermaid, HERCULES, and Peter Pan.), ninjas, and being extra version olive oil.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Top 5 Favorite Makeup Products
1) Lancome Dual Finish Powder
Perfect. Makes my skin like a porcelain doll. Which works because my shade is Porcelain Delicate, a pale color with a rose tint to it. This, even without concealer, makes my skin look amazing, all day. With just two swipes, it takes away the bags under my eyes. (10% Natural, 40% Tired, 50% leftover eyeliner.)
Find it: At the Lancome Counter in any department store
2) DuWop BlushBooster
Warning: Not for the large-pored. What I love about this, besides it's flattering peachy-pink shade (I use Mango, but want to try every color) is that it's exactly wht you think it is. Too many times I've picked up a pink blush to have it trun my cheek brown. And I know, that I will never have to worry about that with this.
Find it: At the DuWop website. (I got mine as a gift from my godmother.)
3) Lancome Definicils Mascara
High-end mascara that actually works. I don't knopw why, but mascaras always stop working for me after about a month. Definicils and I have been going strong since Christmas. My lashes are long, but thin, and this mascara once got me compliments from over ten people in one day. Honestly, I find that impressive.
Find it: Look at #1
4) Avon Ultra Color Rich Lipstick in Sparkling Warm Rose
The color choice, a beyond pale pink, is very specific for me. Two coats of this stuff, MAX, or you'll end up looking like a crazy aunt. But I love it. Love the hydration.
Find it: Avon.com
5) Revlon Color Stay Liquid Eyeliner
Liquid liner is the future, now. Perfect fluid lines that don't smear when done (correctly) on the waterline, amazing wings without the awkward dashes of pencil liner. But, the thing is, you know what it's like when a black marker begins to lose it's strength? That's what a liquid pen is like. Go for the pot; it also lasts a long, long time! Think of it this way: I do my eyeliner the way Taylor Swift does. Liquid. YES. Andd, no need to splurge here!
Find it: At your local drugstore.
Perfect. Makes my skin like a porcelain doll. Which works because my shade is Porcelain Delicate, a pale color with a rose tint to it. This, even without concealer, makes my skin look amazing, all day. With just two swipes, it takes away the bags under my eyes. (10% Natural, 40% Tired, 50% leftover eyeliner.)
Find it: At the Lancome Counter in any department store
2) DuWop BlushBooster
Warning: Not for the large-pored. What I love about this, besides it's flattering peachy-pink shade (I use Mango, but want to try every color) is that it's exactly wht you think it is. Too many times I've picked up a pink blush to have it trun my cheek brown. And I know, that I will never have to worry about that with this.
Find it: At the DuWop website. (I got mine as a gift from my godmother.)
3) Lancome Definicils Mascara
High-end mascara that actually works. I don't knopw why, but mascaras always stop working for me after about a month. Definicils and I have been going strong since Christmas. My lashes are long, but thin, and this mascara once got me compliments from over ten people in one day. Honestly, I find that impressive.
Find it: Look at #1
4) Avon Ultra Color Rich Lipstick in Sparkling Warm Rose
The color choice, a beyond pale pink, is very specific for me. Two coats of this stuff, MAX, or you'll end up looking like a crazy aunt. But I love it. Love the hydration.
Find it: Avon.com
5) Revlon Color Stay Liquid Eyeliner
Liquid liner is the future, now. Perfect fluid lines that don't smear when done (correctly) on the waterline, amazing wings without the awkward dashes of pencil liner. But, the thing is, you know what it's like when a black marker begins to lose it's strength? That's what a liquid pen is like. Go for the pot; it also lasts a long, long time! Think of it this way: I do my eyeliner the way Taylor Swift does. Liquid. YES. Andd, no need to splurge here!
Find it: At your local drugstore.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Day of Silence
So, people on Tumblr and otherwise are in an uproar about the Day of Silence for the LGBT community. My school is actively supporting the campaign as well.
And many people are going to try and fail. They're going to try and fail because no one can keep silent for long. Not even a homicide of suicide is a successful form of silencing. It creates an uproar about the issue, even if the victims aren't there to speak of it. Another reason I think that this is so hard to do is because no one defends themselves when they can't speak. And I'm the type of person who likes to take my time and words to make a valid point.
This type of event, is it to show support or stop hate? Because half of the people who do this are going to forget it by Saturday. They'll do it because it's PC. For the haters, it won't do jack shit to remove the hate from their souls.
No one can depend on the silent support of one day. If anyone who is a part of the LGBTQ community depened on one day, they'd be crushed the rest of the time. You need to lean on the support that you have everyday.
As a matter of fact, silence is a reason WHY people are stepped all over. If you never stand up for yourself, no one's going to respect you out there in the big bad world. Do you think that because people were quiet, Congress is going to listen to the pin of social alienation drop?
My best friend brought up the point that a day like this seperates LGBTQs more from the rest of the public. And, thinking about this, I agree. It's a target for hate as much as it is a target for healing. EVERY DAY should be a day of support and tolerance. And I don't think being quiet about it is the way to go. This is the time for an uproar, a revolution of society. I know I support LGBTQs every single day. We all should.
Now, comment me, let me know. Love my view, or hate it, I want to see how you feel.
And many people are going to try and fail. They're going to try and fail because no one can keep silent for long. Not even a homicide of suicide is a successful form of silencing. It creates an uproar about the issue, even if the victims aren't there to speak of it. Another reason I think that this is so hard to do is because no one defends themselves when they can't speak. And I'm the type of person who likes to take my time and words to make a valid point.
This type of event, is it to show support or stop hate? Because half of the people who do this are going to forget it by Saturday. They'll do it because it's PC. For the haters, it won't do jack shit to remove the hate from their souls.
No one can depend on the silent support of one day. If anyone who is a part of the LGBTQ community depened on one day, they'd be crushed the rest of the time. You need to lean on the support that you have everyday.
As a matter of fact, silence is a reason WHY people are stepped all over. If you never stand up for yourself, no one's going to respect you out there in the big bad world. Do you think that because people were quiet, Congress is going to listen to the pin of social alienation drop?
My best friend brought up the point that a day like this seperates LGBTQs more from the rest of the public. And, thinking about this, I agree. It's a target for hate as much as it is a target for healing. EVERY DAY should be a day of support and tolerance. And I don't think being quiet about it is the way to go. This is the time for an uproar, a revolution of society. I know I support LGBTQs every single day. We all should.
Now, comment me, let me know. Love my view, or hate it, I want to see how you feel.
Monday, April 11, 2011
3 in 1 Post Day!
Day 12: Bullet Your Whole Day
•Ignore alarm
•Get up
•Spend an hour finding an outfit
•Do makeup and other hygenic things
•Run to catch bus
•Listen to iPod, singing Eminem/ Taylor Swift/ The Script lyrics to self
•Arrive at school, wander with Leya
•Classes
•Study hall with Jon and Spads
•Gibby and Ferraro
•Luch/ Coach Mike
•Classes
•Studyhall with mah brooos
•Middle school bus
•Home, sleep
•Food
•HW
•Shower
•Sleep
Now, my new description on Tumblr, which I based off of the lovely Ms. Camille. Here's her link: http://c-of-enchantment.tumblr.com/
I like writing, the bay, cameos, makeup, mermaids, dresses, waist-holding, lilacs, black and white cookies, psychology, sparkles, cellos, empire waists, fairytales, hunter green, art, Lord and Taylor, Keds, theology, unicorns, dreaming, interior design, music, and the word clandestine.
And, yes, I'm always this wordy(:
Now, for the last, a little bot of dreaming<3
The thing about you is… You’re the only person I could imagine twisting my neck to see leave class, or skip 5th period to see in the commons. The only person that always looks gorgeous, even when everyone else looks like colorless saps in this relaist world. You don’t know me, I mean, you know my brother; our brothers are pretty close. Is it creepy that seeing you gives my tummy butterflies? I feel like I’m living in a Taylor Swift song. I feel so INVISBLE. If someone that could help knew, and not someone I know would screw with me, I’d beg and cry on my knees for nothing other than to meet you. Because I hear you’re really nice. Most good wrestlers are.
There, I have compensated for missing two days.
•Ignore alarm
•Get up
•Spend an hour finding an outfit
•Do makeup and other hygenic things
•Run to catch bus
•Listen to iPod, singing Eminem/ Taylor Swift/ The Script lyrics to self
•Arrive at school, wander with Leya
•Classes
•Study hall with Jon and Spads
•Gibby and Ferraro
•Luch/ Coach Mike
•Classes
•Studyhall with mah brooos
•Middle school bus
•Home, sleep
•Food
•HW
•Shower
•Sleep
Now, my new description on Tumblr, which I based off of the lovely Ms. Camille. Here's her link: http://c-of-enchantment.tumblr.com/
I like writing, the bay, cameos, makeup, mermaids, dresses, waist-holding, lilacs, black and white cookies, psychology, sparkles, cellos, empire waists, fairytales, hunter green, art, Lord and Taylor, Keds, theology, unicorns, dreaming, interior design, music, and the word clandestine.
And, yes, I'm always this wordy(:
Now, for the last, a little bot of dreaming<3
The thing about you is… You’re the only person I could imagine twisting my neck to see leave class, or skip 5th period to see in the commons. The only person that always looks gorgeous, even when everyone else looks like colorless saps in this relaist world. You don’t know me, I mean, you know my brother; our brothers are pretty close. Is it creepy that seeing you gives my tummy butterflies? I feel like I’m living in a Taylor Swift song. I feel so INVISBLE. If someone that could help knew, and not someone I know would screw with me, I’d beg and cry on my knees for nothing other than to meet you. Because I hear you’re really nice. Most good wrestlers are.
There, I have compensated for missing two days.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Faith, Trust...And Artsy Stuff?
I've been experiencing some really extreme emotions lately, when it comes to faith and religion. I feel like my surroundings influence my feelings. When I'm with my (numerous) Atheist friends, I tend to be more reserved with my hopeful idea of faith. Yet know, I feel so at peace with God as I listen to the Kate Voegele version of Hallelujah, one of my favorite songs.
I'm just so ashamed that I would let the way other people feel influende how I feel about God, whether I have a strong faith or not. (I most certainly do not have a strong sense of belief.)
I have seen the most intricate forms of creation and expression, whenther it be painting, writing, or creating their own systems of beliefs, which is obviously the most personal form of faith.
Most religions are based off of each other in many ways, as my study of Global History has made even more clear to me this year. And I believe that there has to be some truth to the Bible, etc. I mean, many of the stories are written on such a personal way.
I want to believe someone loves me. You know?
PS: Challenge was an iPod shuffle-thing. I already did one of those on here. :)
I'm just so ashamed that I would let the way other people feel influende how I feel about God, whether I have a strong faith or not. (I most certainly do not have a strong sense of belief.)
I have seen the most intricate forms of creation and expression, whenther it be painting, writing, or creating their own systems of beliefs, which is obviously the most personal form of faith.
Most religions are based off of each other in many ways, as my study of Global History has made even more clear to me this year. And I believe that there has to be some truth to the Bible, etc. I mean, many of the stories are written on such a personal way.
I want to believe someone loves me. You know?
PS: Challenge was an iPod shuffle-thing. I already did one of those on here. :)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Day 8 and something you should see
Day 8-- A moment when you felt most satisfied with your life
I’m almost embarassed to say, but it was probably this year, when I finally had a boy, and he was around enough and it was my first real, legit relationship. I love the feeling of arms around my waist, and honestly, when that happens, I couldn’t be happier. There’s something so safe and warm. I’m far from a complete person, but that certainly helps me feel like more than I actually am.
I think beyond my fear of rejection and reality, I’m just a scared little romantic who wants nothing more than for someone to see beyond the attention-grabbing loudmouthed thing that is my terrified little facade. There’s something so thrilling for me in every kiss, every endearment. I pour over crappy Danielle Steel novels. (Jewels FTW!)
A perfect moment will be when the right person unexpectedly grabs me, holds me, and says…
Whatever I need to hear from him.
I also saw this on Tumblr and thought you should all see this:
This message is for every girl who goes to work, school, or home alone.
If you find a child crying on the road showing his/her address & asking you to take him/her to that address, immediately take that child to the police station and ABSOLUTELY NOT to the address.
This is a new way to gang rape girls.
Please reblog this message in order to help make girls aware of this sick & twisted method of tricking girls into getting raped.
Don’t be shy to reblog this message, as this 1 message can save the lives of many girls
I just wanted you to all be aware. For further information regarding my feelings towards this, you can look at my post from last September. I'm prett sure it's titled SPEAK NOW or something. And no, not like the Taylor Swift song, as much as I love her. It has to do with a Twitter trend that has to do with Laurie Halse Anderson's novel SPEAK, and some banning that occured. THANKS LOVES<3
I’m almost embarassed to say, but it was probably this year, when I finally had a boy, and he was around enough and it was my first real, legit relationship. I love the feeling of arms around my waist, and honestly, when that happens, I couldn’t be happier. There’s something so safe and warm. I’m far from a complete person, but that certainly helps me feel like more than I actually am.
I think beyond my fear of rejection and reality, I’m just a scared little romantic who wants nothing more than for someone to see beyond the attention-grabbing loudmouthed thing that is my terrified little facade. There’s something so thrilling for me in every kiss, every endearment. I pour over crappy Danielle Steel novels. (Jewels FTW!)
A perfect moment will be when the right person unexpectedly grabs me, holds me, and says…
Whatever I need to hear from him.
I also saw this on Tumblr and thought you should all see this:
This message is for every girl who goes to work, school, or home alone.
If you find a child crying on the road showing his/her address & asking you to take him/her to that address, immediately take that child to the police station and ABSOLUTELY NOT to the address.
This is a new way to gang rape girls.
Please reblog this message in order to help make girls aware of this sick & twisted method of tricking girls into getting raped.
Don’t be shy to reblog this message, as this 1 message can save the lives of many girls
I just wanted you to all be aware. For further information regarding my feelings towards this, you can look at my post from last September. I'm prett sure it's titled SPEAK NOW or something. And no, not like the Taylor Swift song, as much as I love her. It has to do with a Twitter trend that has to do with Laurie Halse Anderson's novel SPEAK, and some banning that occured. THANKS LOVES<3
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Day Whatever
Your Zodiac sign and if it fits you personality.
My birthday is May 14th, and I am a Taurus. Even with the new astrological signs, I’m still a Taurus by one day. Can you say winning? I can. WINNING.
I’m on another tab, looking up the personality traits of Taurus and I’m thinking this is complete bullshit. It says Taurus rarely gets stressed or frazzled. and I am constantly in a panic over anything and everything. However, I am aware of how much strength I possess, but I’ve learned to hold back and strengthen my self-control, knowing that my extensive vocabulary can shock a person just as much as my fist.
I do love food, and I was an angry child, known to go and abuse other people (namely, my brother) simply because I could, or over dumb things. I am overall obedient, somewhat outspoken, but also painfully shy at times. I can be very selfish, and I love material items. I’m also very lazy.
All in all, I am a Taurus by simple definition, but I am also outside of the realm. I am not a middle-ground student; I’m high Honors. And I am most certainly not of the Earth. In my heart or hearts, I belong to the Water.
My birthday is May 14th, and I am a Taurus. Even with the new astrological signs, I’m still a Taurus by one day. Can you say winning? I can. WINNING.
I’m on another tab, looking up the personality traits of Taurus and I’m thinking this is complete bullshit. It says Taurus rarely gets stressed or frazzled. and I am constantly in a panic over anything and everything. However, I am aware of how much strength I possess, but I’ve learned to hold back and strengthen my self-control, knowing that my extensive vocabulary can shock a person just as much as my fist.
I do love food, and I was an angry child, known to go and abuse other people (namely, my brother) simply because I could, or over dumb things. I am overall obedient, somewhat outspoken, but also painfully shy at times. I can be very selfish, and I love material items. I’m also very lazy.
All in all, I am a Taurus by simple definition, but I am also outside of the realm. I am not a middle-ground student; I’m high Honors. And I am most certainly not of the Earth. In my heart or hearts, I belong to the Water.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Charity Cases
DISCLAIMER: No reposting of my Tumblr challenge today because the challenge is 30 Interesting Facts. About a week ago, I posted one hundred on here. I'm just going to be lifting facts from there.
So, that time where I come a bit closer to revealing my true location to the world of the Internet. If you use this against me, especially because of the content of this blog post, you are a hideous person, yada, yada, yada...
So, for the second time, my two best friends, Morgen and Sofia and I will be participating in the Marai Fareri Children's Hospital Go The Distance Walk. I know, that name is long, but Maria Fareri Children's Hospital is at Westchester Medical Center. (Yes, I live in Westchester County NY, but where? You'll never know, Internet pervs! Mwahaha) The walk is in 8 days. And, yeah, it's a charity walk and each team of people competing works to raise money to support the hospital.
And the reason I decided to talk to you guys about this is because I asked my little brother what to blog about. After "horrible school lunches" he reccommened that I write about his plan to shave his head bald to support cancer. Now, I'm not sure how that would help, but don't you think it's beautiful that a little boy with gorgeous highlighted surfer-boy hair like his would be willing to shave it all off to support children suffering more than him.
So, that time where I come a bit closer to revealing my true location to the world of the Internet. If you use this against me, especially because of the content of this blog post, you are a hideous person, yada, yada, yada...
So, for the second time, my two best friends, Morgen and Sofia and I will be participating in the Marai Fareri Children's Hospital Go The Distance Walk. I know, that name is long, but Maria Fareri Children's Hospital is at Westchester Medical Center. (Yes, I live in Westchester County NY, but where? You'll never know, Internet pervs! Mwahaha) The walk is in 8 days. And, yeah, it's a charity walk and each team of people competing works to raise money to support the hospital.
And the reason I decided to talk to you guys about this is because I asked my little brother what to blog about. After "horrible school lunches" he reccommened that I write about his plan to shave his head bald to support cancer. Now, I'm not sure how that would help, but don't you think it's beautiful that a little boy with gorgeous highlighted surfer-boy hair like his would be willing to shave it all off to support children suffering more than him.
Friday, April 1, 2011
BVOA, Day 1, Challenge, Day 5
BVOA= Blog Very Often April. I will not make a commitment that I can't keep on this blog anymore.
I would show you my most recent Challenge, but I basically redirected my Tumblr followers to the Statement of Belief I wrote back in February. NBD.
But I have another one I did while writing this post and talking to so many people on Facebook about what's wrong with their lives that I feel day number 5 is strangely appropriate.
Day 5- A time when you were thoroughly miserable with life.
As I sit in a crowded, happy kitchen, it is especially difficult and painful to recount the times of total isolation of pain.
Now, there was a time in seventh grade where I was miserable, depressed and reclusive beyond what anyone who knows me now will believe. I spent hours, sitting alone, writing because no one would listen, there was no one I could talk about and I was all-around distraught with life.
Honestly, unless I know you really well, quite personally, I don’t want to talk about it.
I would show you my most recent Challenge, but I basically redirected my Tumblr followers to the Statement of Belief I wrote back in February. NBD.
But I have another one I did while writing this post and talking to so many people on Facebook about what's wrong with their lives that I feel day number 5 is strangely appropriate.
Day 5- A time when you were thoroughly miserable with life.
As I sit in a crowded, happy kitchen, it is especially difficult and painful to recount the times of total isolation of pain.
Now, there was a time in seventh grade where I was miserable, depressed and reclusive beyond what anyone who knows me now will believe. I spent hours, sitting alone, writing because no one would listen, there was no one I could talk about and I was all-around distraught with life.
Honestly, unless I know you really well, quite personally, I don’t want to talk about it.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Day 3
Yesterday I neglected to mention that the challenge was "Where do you see yourself in ten years?" Today is "Your opinion on drugs and alcohol."
My brother just flicked a fucking pencil in my face, my mom’s just being angry and I’m in a fucking awful mood, so let’s get this over with.
My opinion on drugs is that they’re illegal for a reason. They’re illegal because they damage your body and mind and make you an unstable person without the ability to function correctly. However, and I know this is hypocritical, but I’d like to start smoking. CIGARETTES. Because of how they increase your metabolism and help you lose weight. I hate the number on the scale and just want it to go away.
Alcohol is fine, as long as you don’t abuse it. But I also feel like if you’re something like a wino, it’s going to change your personality so it’s always on your mind. Because alcohol is a drug, too. I just don’t think it’s bad when used responsibly.
My brother just flicked a fucking pencil in my face, my mom’s just being angry and I’m in a fucking awful mood, so let’s get this over with.
My opinion on drugs is that they’re illegal for a reason. They’re illegal because they damage your body and mind and make you an unstable person without the ability to function correctly. However, and I know this is hypocritical, but I’d like to start smoking. CIGARETTES. Because of how they increase your metabolism and help you lose weight. I hate the number on the scale and just want it to go away.
Alcohol is fine, as long as you don’t abuse it. But I also feel like if you’re something like a wino, it’s going to change your personality so it’s always on your mind. Because alcohol is a drug, too. I just don’t think it’s bad when used responsibly.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Day 2
I’m a month and a half away from my fifteenth birthday, so let’s just round and say that I’ll be 25 in ten years.
In a fantasy world, I’ve graduated college and have begun in a respectable place within the career I have chosen. I’m also either in a commited relationship, or engaged or married. I definitely want to start having kids sooner rather than later because of all of the health risks associated with pregnancies at older ages.
I mean, I know what I would want from domestic life, but that’s another post.
PS: There's a lot I plan to do before those ten years; I'm not just planning to have babies.
In a fantasy world, I’ve graduated college and have begun in a respectable place within the career I have chosen. I’m also either in a commited relationship, or engaged or married. I definitely want to start having kids sooner rather than later because of all of the health risks associated with pregnancies at older ages.
I mean, I know what I would want from domestic life, but that’s another post.
PS: There's a lot I plan to do before those ten years; I'm not just planning to have babies.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Soo, heyy...
I feel so removed from Kimja... I mean, this is by no means a popular blog on the interwebs, but it is the first form of social networking connection I had to strangers. Twitter, Formspring, Dailybooth, Tumblr, and others have followed within the last fifteen months.
No, I'm not leaving you guys. Not yet, at least. Far from it, actually, as you will see by this post. I plan on doing ANOTHER Tumblr Challenge on here. I know it'll work out this time because I'm on Tumblr like crazy, and all of my posts will basically be copied and pasted onto this blog, so anyone who cares enough to learn about me will be able to easier find the information.
Today, since I already did Day 1, I'll post it here:
Day 1--Your current relationship. If single, discuss how single life is.
I’mma single lady, I’mma single lady.
I mean, being single is fine, but I’d love a relationship. I don’t have one, single, clearly defined crush right now, but I’m interested and really considering the potential in relationships with some guys. But, I think I’ll just wait. A couple of people know one of the guys, but two of the other guys I’m thinking about, no one should have any clue. If I ever really, really like a guy, I can’t keep my mouth shut. And, you know, this isn't love, but definite infatuation.
So, I’m alone, but hopeful and optimistic.
I won't even explain what happened between me and my last boyfriend, who was mentioned on here several times.
No, I'm not leaving you guys. Not yet, at least. Far from it, actually, as you will see by this post. I plan on doing ANOTHER Tumblr Challenge on here. I know it'll work out this time because I'm on Tumblr like crazy, and all of my posts will basically be copied and pasted onto this blog, so anyone who cares enough to learn about me will be able to easier find the information.
Today, since I already did Day 1, I'll post it here:
Day 1--Your current relationship. If single, discuss how single life is.
I’mma single lady, I’mma single lady.
I mean, being single is fine, but I’d love a relationship. I don’t have one, single, clearly defined crush right now, but I’m interested and really considering the potential in relationships with some guys. But, I think I’ll just wait. A couple of people know one of the guys, but two of the other guys I’m thinking about, no one should have any clue. If I ever really, really like a guy, I can’t keep my mouth shut. And, you know, this isn't love, but definite infatuation.
So, I’m alone, but hopeful and optimistic.
I won't even explain what happened between me and my last boyfriend, who was mentioned on here several times.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
My Fictional Neighbor
Road Trip Wednesday is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where we post a weekly writing- or reading-related question. We'd love for you to participate! Just answer the prompt on your own blog and leave a link in the comments - or, if you prefer, you can include your answer in the comments. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.
This week's topic: What book character would you most like as your next-door neighbor?
I've read a load of books in my life, so this is really difficult. But, you all know me well enough to not be surprised that I pick Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's suc a fun character, and the neighbor of the narrator, who adores her as well.
Of course, she ends up breaking his heart, but being a girl would make being her neighbor much more fun. She'd totally be my wing-girl. Being a "Girl-About-The-Town" gave her enormous access to parties, and dates, and clothes.
And, girl-to-girl, you could have some amazing deep conversations. There were hints to sexual abuse, and other difficulties in her life and that gave her a depth beyond her superficial appearance. And that's why I chose her.
This week's topic: What book character would you most like as your next-door neighbor?
I've read a load of books in my life, so this is really difficult. But, you all know me well enough to not be surprised that I pick Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's suc a fun character, and the neighbor of the narrator, who adores her as well.
Of course, she ends up breaking his heart, but being a girl would make being her neighbor much more fun. She'd totally be my wing-girl. Being a "Girl-About-The-Town" gave her enormous access to parties, and dates, and clothes.
And, girl-to-girl, you could have some amazing deep conversations. There were hints to sexual abuse, and other difficulties in her life and that gave her a depth beyond her superficial appearance. And that's why I chose her.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
100 Facts About Me--Inspired by a Twitter Trend
1) My middle name is Ann and my Confirmation name is Susanna. Okay, you can stop laughing now.
2) I'm a Phantom of the Opera fanatic.
3)I hate me body, namely, my lovehandles.
4) My favorite books series is the Mediator series by Meg Cabot. Go read it. Now.
5) I love Sex and the City and my favorite character is Charlotte, followed closely by Carrie.
6) My ideal mate is a blonde.
7) My dream job is to be an interior designer.
8) Or modelling.
9) I believe in love.
10) I'm unbelievably lazy.
11) Black, white, and red is the best color combo ever.
12) Iced Chai is the best drink ever. But it has to be from Starbucks.
13) Pink is an amazing color.
14) Audrey Hepburn is my idol.
15) I really want to, against my better judgment, take up smooookinggggg.
16) Armani models are the most gorgeous men alive.
17) I would kill for an iPhone.
18) Shoes are VERY important.
19) I plan on marrying either an Irish or Scottish man.
20) When I was a little kid, I would've killed to be a ginger.
21) I have over 100 scars on my legs.
22) My favorite place is the Internet.
23) I forge close relationships with my teachers because they're the only people that aren't totally infantile.
24) Pancakes are amazing.
25) I love all genres of music.
26) Eyeliner is a life saver.
27) I don't like my face.
28) I don't understand why people think it's so cute when I say the word "skeevy."
29) My favorite poet is Lord Byron. By far. No competition.
30) I know the whole first stanza of SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by heart.
31) Fairy Tales are my favorite type of story.
32) I think Gail Carson Levine is a literary genius.
33) Law and Order SVU is one of my favorite shows.
34) I can't stand Titanic's unhappy ending.
35) I used to read Calvin and Hobbes like a Belieber read the boy's biography.
36) Cheese is one of my favorite foods.
37) I've been asking my mom to get me cream puffs for three and a half months and she has yet to get me any.
38) I really wanna use hashtags on Facebook.
39)Junior guys are my favorite because they're all so chill.
40) Trying to change myself for a boy is one huge regret of mine.
41) My last relationship was a soul-suckin, spirit-draining experience, but I refused to acknowledge it becaise I was afraid of being the "bad guy."
42) One of my proudest moments was when a friend of my parents called my blog, "brilliant."
43) I used to want to work as a Marie Claire editor. Now I'm completely unsure.
44) I'd rather have a white picket fance than a successful career.
45) I want to be a mermaid when I grow up.
46) Or a princess.
47) I'm totally insecure about my eyebrows.
48) I'm blind. like, I legit cannot see without beyond powerful contacts that also correct astigmatism.
49) Im censoring this because I'm afraid my mother will see it.
50) I've never read Harry Potter.
51) Angel is the sexiest vampire ever.
52) I have this crazy idea the Nintendo should make a Mario theme park.
53) I'm terrified of beng unloved, ugly and overwieght when I'm older.
54) I hate glasses.
55) Dailybooth is my favorite social networking website. Even if it is the most creeper-ful one.
56) Formspring makes me laugh.
57) ModCloth is amazing.
58) I'm going to see Phantom of the Opera on Tuesday and I am so psyched!
59) My first duty is to my family. My second is to my friends. But Morgen is family.
60) I'm allergic to all blackhead cleansers.
61) I want to leanr Farsi.
62) I love Brooklyn accents.
63) I hate being blamed for things I haven't done. HATE.
64) My family is a big bully. I mean it. I lvoe them, but they're bullies.
65) I really want te sparkle Uggs.
66) I have no clue what to wear to POTO.
67) If you don't know what POTO means: *smacks*
68) I need a back massage badly.
69) I laugh whenever I see this number.
70) I am aware of the fact that that is really immature.
72) I'm watching Harry Potter right now, ironcally.
73) I think it's really dumb that people put their FB education and work as Hogwarts.
74) I love green eyes.
75) Castles will beat every other form of architecture forever.
76) Super Mario Sunshine is the best video game ever.
77) I get major anxiety when people are mad at me.
78) I have a crazy violent temper. Do not provoke me.
79) I love clothes.
80) I am SUCH A GIRL.
81) I love curly hair.
82) If I could choose when to live, I would choose the 18th century.
83) Pirates of the Carribbean is the best movie ever.
84) Ke$ha has a beautiful voice.
85) I love Tumblr.
86) I want a corset.
87) Don't yell at me. I have a chronic headache that never goes away.
88) Falling Slowly is the best love song ever.
89) I am addicted to gum.
90) I use my head more than my heart. I'm quite proud, but it makes me very nervous.
91) I'm actually pretty shy.
92) Classical music is the best kind of music.
93) I am very sensitive to smells.
94) My favorite store is a tie between Forever 21 and Lord & Taylor.
95) Sicilian is the best kind of pizza.
96) If you say I am from Sicily, I WILL be offended.
97) I love writing.
98) I'm considering starting to do beauty pageants.
99) I'm so relieved that I'm almost done.
100) I believe in miracles.
2) I'm a Phantom of the Opera fanatic.
3)I hate me body, namely, my lovehandles.
4) My favorite books series is the Mediator series by Meg Cabot. Go read it. Now.
5) I love Sex and the City and my favorite character is Charlotte, followed closely by Carrie.
6) My ideal mate is a blonde.
7) My dream job is to be an interior designer.
8) Or modelling.
9) I believe in love.
10) I'm unbelievably lazy.
11) Black, white, and red is the best color combo ever.
12) Iced Chai is the best drink ever. But it has to be from Starbucks.
13) Pink is an amazing color.
14) Audrey Hepburn is my idol.
15) I really want to, against my better judgment, take up smooookinggggg.
16) Armani models are the most gorgeous men alive.
17) I would kill for an iPhone.
18) Shoes are VERY important.
19) I plan on marrying either an Irish or Scottish man.
20) When I was a little kid, I would've killed to be a ginger.
21) I have over 100 scars on my legs.
22) My favorite place is the Internet.
23) I forge close relationships with my teachers because they're the only people that aren't totally infantile.
24) Pancakes are amazing.
25) I love all genres of music.
26) Eyeliner is a life saver.
27) I don't like my face.
28) I don't understand why people think it's so cute when I say the word "skeevy."
29) My favorite poet is Lord Byron. By far. No competition.
30) I know the whole first stanza of SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by heart.
31) Fairy Tales are my favorite type of story.
32) I think Gail Carson Levine is a literary genius.
33) Law and Order SVU is one of my favorite shows.
34) I can't stand Titanic's unhappy ending.
35) I used to read Calvin and Hobbes like a Belieber read the boy's biography.
36) Cheese is one of my favorite foods.
37) I've been asking my mom to get me cream puffs for three and a half months and she has yet to get me any.
38) I really wanna use hashtags on Facebook.
39)Junior guys are my favorite because they're all so chill.
40) Trying to change myself for a boy is one huge regret of mine.
41) My last relationship was a soul-suckin, spirit-draining experience, but I refused to acknowledge it becaise I was afraid of being the "bad guy."
42) One of my proudest moments was when a friend of my parents called my blog, "brilliant."
43) I used to want to work as a Marie Claire editor. Now I'm completely unsure.
44) I'd rather have a white picket fance than a successful career.
45) I want to be a mermaid when I grow up.
46) Or a princess.
47) I'm totally insecure about my eyebrows.
48) I'm blind. like, I legit cannot see without beyond powerful contacts that also correct astigmatism.
49) Im censoring this because I'm afraid my mother will see it.
50) I've never read Harry Potter.
51) Angel is the sexiest vampire ever.
52) I have this crazy idea the Nintendo should make a Mario theme park.
53) I'm terrified of beng unloved, ugly and overwieght when I'm older.
54) I hate glasses.
55) Dailybooth is my favorite social networking website. Even if it is the most creeper-ful one.
56) Formspring makes me laugh.
57) ModCloth is amazing.
58) I'm going to see Phantom of the Opera on Tuesday and I am so psyched!
59) My first duty is to my family. My second is to my friends. But Morgen is family.
60) I'm allergic to all blackhead cleansers.
61) I want to leanr Farsi.
62) I love Brooklyn accents.
63) I hate being blamed for things I haven't done. HATE.
64) My family is a big bully. I mean it. I lvoe them, but they're bullies.
65) I really want te sparkle Uggs.
66) I have no clue what to wear to POTO.
67) If you don't know what POTO means: *smacks*
68) I need a back massage badly.
69) I laugh whenever I see this number.
70) I am aware of the fact that that is really immature.
72) I'm watching Harry Potter right now, ironcally.
73) I think it's really dumb that people put their FB education and work as Hogwarts.
74) I love green eyes.
75) Castles will beat every other form of architecture forever.
76) Super Mario Sunshine is the best video game ever.
77) I get major anxiety when people are mad at me.
78) I have a crazy violent temper. Do not provoke me.
79) I love clothes.
80) I am SUCH A GIRL.
81) I love curly hair.
82) If I could choose when to live, I would choose the 18th century.
83) Pirates of the Carribbean is the best movie ever.
84) Ke$ha has a beautiful voice.
85) I love Tumblr.
86) I want a corset.
87) Don't yell at me. I have a chronic headache that never goes away.
88) Falling Slowly is the best love song ever.
89) I am addicted to gum.
90) I use my head more than my heart. I'm quite proud, but it makes me very nervous.
91) I'm actually pretty shy.
92) Classical music is the best kind of music.
93) I am very sensitive to smells.
94) My favorite store is a tie between Forever 21 and Lord & Taylor.
95) Sicilian is the best kind of pizza.
96) If you say I am from Sicily, I WILL be offended.
97) I love writing.
98) I'm considering starting to do beauty pageants.
99) I'm so relieved that I'm almost done.
100) I believe in miracles.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Just Me Being A History Buff
I love history. And for some reason the life of Marie Antoinette has always been a life particularly fascinating to me.
I'm sure most people, when thinking of Marie Antoinette, think of a silly, materialistic queen. Perhaps the quote, "Let them eat cake!" comes to mind. Well, I feel pity. That little bit of a prick that comes to a corner of your heart, that is what I feel.
Marie's marriage was created to keep the alliance between her home country of Austria and France, so she wan't even French to begin with. However, the people of the French court were racist against her Austrian heritage and that made her somewhat of a social pariah in Versailles. Her own husband, Louis XVI, was cold to her in public setting because he was raised to be mistrustful of Austrians.
Speaking of Louis, he was also cold to her. Her safety on the throne of France was dependent upon consummation, or the first time they slept together, and the birth of the Dauphin, or the next king of France. And it took their marriage a little over three years to be consummated. So, he was emotionally stark to his wife.
Not to mention the indignities. What kind? The kind where she had to leave behind everything related to Austria and her previous life upon entering France. The first thing that happened when she entered France was that she was stripped down and dressed up. All of the sttendants and her pets and everything were left behind. She entered France wholly vulnerable, without a fmailiar face or anything, really, that could have given her comfort. Or, how the whole court of Versailles had the privlege of going and watching her give birth. Come on, who wants to have people, a lot of people, watch them give birth? Her first birth was so traumatic that she actually ended up hemorrhaging and losing consciousness and other bad things.
She gave birth to four children, three of whom died before reaching full adulthood. One died in infancy, one as a child of seven, and then one who died at age ten in prison. In prison! I know this was common for the time, but losing a child must still cause extreme and immense pain beyond my youthful capability of perception.
This was followed by the vicious lies and rumors that circulated, resulting in the French Revolution. While she was frivolous, and did spend a great amount of money, her extreme consumerism is understandable. Imagine your life, dignity and family being dependent on a marriage with someone exceedingly cold towards you, in a place where you were hated, ruling where you were hated. Her life was very sad. I would've turned to shopping, too. A lot of people would. Material items are used to fill emotional voids. Not that it exactly justifies putting the whole country into debt. But, it was also French aid to the American Revolution that put the country into great debt. And because their aid was key in winning the war, I doubt that most people would complain of that.
Now do you get why I am sympathetic? Maybe you don't understand why I am empathetic, but I don't think I can explain the sadness that pierces my heart when she is brought up in conversation and ridiculed.
I'm sure most people, when thinking of Marie Antoinette, think of a silly, materialistic queen. Perhaps the quote, "Let them eat cake!" comes to mind. Well, I feel pity. That little bit of a prick that comes to a corner of your heart, that is what I feel.
Marie's marriage was created to keep the alliance between her home country of Austria and France, so she wan't even French to begin with. However, the people of the French court were racist against her Austrian heritage and that made her somewhat of a social pariah in Versailles. Her own husband, Louis XVI, was cold to her in public setting because he was raised to be mistrustful of Austrians.
Speaking of Louis, he was also cold to her. Her safety on the throne of France was dependent upon consummation, or the first time they slept together, and the birth of the Dauphin, or the next king of France. And it took their marriage a little over three years to be consummated. So, he was emotionally stark to his wife.
Not to mention the indignities. What kind? The kind where she had to leave behind everything related to Austria and her previous life upon entering France. The first thing that happened when she entered France was that she was stripped down and dressed up. All of the sttendants and her pets and everything were left behind. She entered France wholly vulnerable, without a fmailiar face or anything, really, that could have given her comfort. Or, how the whole court of Versailles had the privlege of going and watching her give birth. Come on, who wants to have people, a lot of people, watch them give birth? Her first birth was so traumatic that she actually ended up hemorrhaging and losing consciousness and other bad things.
She gave birth to four children, three of whom died before reaching full adulthood. One died in infancy, one as a child of seven, and then one who died at age ten in prison. In prison! I know this was common for the time, but losing a child must still cause extreme and immense pain beyond my youthful capability of perception.
This was followed by the vicious lies and rumors that circulated, resulting in the French Revolution. While she was frivolous, and did spend a great amount of money, her extreme consumerism is understandable. Imagine your life, dignity and family being dependent on a marriage with someone exceedingly cold towards you, in a place where you were hated, ruling where you were hated. Her life was very sad. I would've turned to shopping, too. A lot of people would. Material items are used to fill emotional voids. Not that it exactly justifies putting the whole country into debt. But, it was also French aid to the American Revolution that put the country into great debt. And because their aid was key in winning the war, I doubt that most people would complain of that.
Now do you get why I am sympathetic? Maybe you don't understand why I am empathetic, but I don't think I can explain the sadness that pierces my heart when she is brought up in conversation and ridiculed.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Why Feminism Is Not A Priority To Me
Don't think, because of that title, that I'm someone who doesn't care about or respect the rights many people have fought for, for my gender. I am extremely aware and grateful, however in this society where our rights are equal in terms of what we can and cannot do, I feel it no longer necessary to promote ourselves and say: "I am a woman, I am probably better than man." Because that's just obnoxious. We are two genders that are created to be equal.
How can I say that being a woman is harder? Have I been both? I have not. Have I had children? No. Have I been kicked in the nuts? No.
Yes, women have been demeaned in society for nearly all of history, and continue to be so, now. I just think it's frivolous to devote yourself to the rights of American women when there are places where neither gender has any rights, like the impoverished or war-torn, or most recently, tsunami-torn civilizations of the world.
In America, the general view is that women HAVE received rights. You complain of sexism from jackass guys? Well, guess what: we reciprocate. For every sandwich-making kitchen joke, there's a penis size joke.
The genders are dependent on each other to reproduce. Women say they can have a baby without a man, and, yes, this is true. You can go to a sperm bank and get your baby batter there. Men can also have a baby without having a female partner. They're called surrogates. But guess what! If men didn't want to give sperm, and women weren't surrogates, and our genders were pitted against each other, our species would die out.
So, cool your egos and know that there are bigger issues in the world. Feminism in America is about as important as Harry Potter. That may seem pretty important, but, once again, it is an entirely frivolous matter.
How can I say that being a woman is harder? Have I been both? I have not. Have I had children? No. Have I been kicked in the nuts? No.
Yes, women have been demeaned in society for nearly all of history, and continue to be so, now. I just think it's frivolous to devote yourself to the rights of American women when there are places where neither gender has any rights, like the impoverished or war-torn, or most recently, tsunami-torn civilizations of the world.
In America, the general view is that women HAVE received rights. You complain of sexism from jackass guys? Well, guess what: we reciprocate. For every sandwich-making kitchen joke, there's a penis size joke.
The genders are dependent on each other to reproduce. Women say they can have a baby without a man, and, yes, this is true. You can go to a sperm bank and get your baby batter there. Men can also have a baby without having a female partner. They're called surrogates. But guess what! If men didn't want to give sperm, and women weren't surrogates, and our genders were pitted against each other, our species would die out.
So, cool your egos and know that there are bigger issues in the world. Feminism in America is about as important as Harry Potter. That may seem pretty important, but, once again, it is an entirely frivolous matter.
Friday, February 25, 2011
My Statement of Belief
After reading my lovely friend Nadine's Statement of Belief, I decided to scratch at the surface of my own beliefs and my thoughts on the complexities of divinity in the modern world.
I was raised Roman Catholic, and I quite honestly am unsure of the standard beliefs of the religion. I do, however, believe in a single divine force in the universe, and for lack of a better word, I will call It God. I believe in something--matter and antimatter-- out of nothing. This helped to mold the world into the balance of opposites we see today. Light, dark, land, sea, love, hate. Balance is what keeps the world from toppling over
I do not believe in the sexist, prejudiced ways of the Church, and nearly all major religions. I do not believe women are dirty, I think I should be able to eat bacon if I want to and I think that gays aren't eternally damned.
I believe in the Ten Commandments. They are the basic morality code for all humans. I think that "One God" is a symbolic meaning for how one specifically believes himself, and to go by what others say is right or wrong is what is truly wrong. I do not believe in cheating, at all. Parents should be treated with respect in 99.9% of situations.
I believe in love and I believe in suffering. I cannot stand the social atrocities involving the funeral process.
Basically,
I believe in God, I believe in things seen and unseen, I believe in Final Judgement, heaven and hell, I believe in Satan, I believe in free will. I believe the mistakes we make are forgiven. I believe in Purgatory and the supernatural. I believe in personal divine intervention.
I am not a full-bodied Christian. I am me.
And I believe in miracles.
I was raised Roman Catholic, and I quite honestly am unsure of the standard beliefs of the religion. I do, however, believe in a single divine force in the universe, and for lack of a better word, I will call It God. I believe in something--matter and antimatter-- out of nothing. This helped to mold the world into the balance of opposites we see today. Light, dark, land, sea, love, hate. Balance is what keeps the world from toppling over
I do not believe in the sexist, prejudiced ways of the Church, and nearly all major religions. I do not believe women are dirty, I think I should be able to eat bacon if I want to and I think that gays aren't eternally damned.
I believe in the Ten Commandments. They are the basic morality code for all humans. I think that "One God" is a symbolic meaning for how one specifically believes himself, and to go by what others say is right or wrong is what is truly wrong. I do not believe in cheating, at all. Parents should be treated with respect in 99.9% of situations.
I believe in love and I believe in suffering. I cannot stand the social atrocities involving the funeral process.
Basically,
I believe in God, I believe in things seen and unseen, I believe in Final Judgement, heaven and hell, I believe in Satan, I believe in free will. I believe the mistakes we make are forgiven. I believe in Purgatory and the supernatural. I believe in personal divine intervention.
I am not a full-bodied Christian. I am me.
And I believe in miracles.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Kimby's Guide to Patterns
Lately, fashion and clothing have really started to take hold on me as very important things. I know that sounds superficial and all sorts of negative adjectives, but they are. Just watch TLC's What Not To Wear and see how looking and feeling beautiful is amazing for self-esteem.
Now, away we go!
Stripes: Stripes are very rarely flattering on anyone. Horizontal stripes are better than vertical stripes, contrary to popular belief. Chanel stripes are the only stripes acceptable to go all of the way across your body, with very few exceptions. Larger stripes are better for cardigans. Pin stripes are allowable.
Plaid: Plaid was a HUGE trend about a year ago. While it's not entirely out, it's grip on the middle-class fashion world has been loosened exponentially. Still, I give this trend a yay over nay.
Polka dots: There's a fine line between adult-like and Dalmatian-like with polka dots. I would save the polka dots for wall paper, sheets, and dresses meant for five-year-olds.
Tribal: Tribal prints are cool, modern, and still bohemian. The problem I often meet with tribal prints is that they are too busy. And busy prints give most people a headache. I love the bright colors and bold statement a tribal-print top make, but a more subtle version of it. 5 out of 10.
Floral: The only thing I have to say is know the difference between cute, and looking like Granny's couch. But I do love an adorable floral.
Sparkle: I love sparkle, but there is a limit on how much. I think most people should be able to figure it out for themselves, with their comfort levels and such as. And full-on sequin leggings aren't the only answer to this trend. Jewelery, makeup and nail polish (especially nail polish!) do it all. As we speak I'm putting on sparkle nail polish. SPARKLES! *runs around in crazed, girly circle*
People: By this, I mean things with people on them, quite simply, like band tees or my infamous anime jacket. I have a shirt with Audrey Hepburn on it that I adore. Once again, like the dots, it can be childish. Careful.
That is what I've to say to you all. Of course, if you want, you can go the Rachel Berry route and dress like a little girl and grandma at the same time. But I know what I'm talking about, with Stacy London and Clinton Kelly as my mentors!
Now, away we go!
Stripes: Stripes are very rarely flattering on anyone. Horizontal stripes are better than vertical stripes, contrary to popular belief. Chanel stripes are the only stripes acceptable to go all of the way across your body, with very few exceptions. Larger stripes are better for cardigans. Pin stripes are allowable.
Plaid: Plaid was a HUGE trend about a year ago. While it's not entirely out, it's grip on the middle-class fashion world has been loosened exponentially. Still, I give this trend a yay over nay.
Polka dots: There's a fine line between adult-like and Dalmatian-like with polka dots. I would save the polka dots for wall paper, sheets, and dresses meant for five-year-olds.
Tribal: Tribal prints are cool, modern, and still bohemian. The problem I often meet with tribal prints is that they are too busy. And busy prints give most people a headache. I love the bright colors and bold statement a tribal-print top make, but a more subtle version of it. 5 out of 10.
Floral: The only thing I have to say is know the difference between cute, and looking like Granny's couch. But I do love an adorable floral.
Sparkle: I love sparkle, but there is a limit on how much. I think most people should be able to figure it out for themselves, with their comfort levels and such as. And full-on sequin leggings aren't the only answer to this trend. Jewelery, makeup and nail polish (especially nail polish!) do it all. As we speak I'm putting on sparkle nail polish. SPARKLES! *runs around in crazed, girly circle*
People: By this, I mean things with people on them, quite simply, like band tees or my infamous anime jacket. I have a shirt with Audrey Hepburn on it that I adore. Once again, like the dots, it can be childish. Careful.
That is what I've to say to you all. Of course, if you want, you can go the Rachel Berry route and dress like a little girl and grandma at the same time. But I know what I'm talking about, with Stacy London and Clinton Kelly as my mentors!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Why Valentine's Day is Misinterpreted
Is this post late? Naw. I think you need to see Valentine's Day go past before you can reflect on your most current feelings, because it changes from year to year.
This year, like always, I was alone. No complaints, really, because for the first time in my life, I took the time to remember the true origin of Valentine's Day. St. Valentine was a priest who was martyred for marrying Christian couples in ancient Rome, where Christianity was...bad. It didn't become associated with romantic love until the 1300's or so, by Geoffrey Chaucer and his group of comrades.
So, I guess that Valentine's Day has to do with romantic love as it's base and background, but was publicized by Geoffrey Chaucer and his heinous Middle English spelling. However, the Valentine that Chaucer spoke of was not celebrated with February 14th as his feast day. It was Valentine of Verona, with a May 2nd feast day. He wrote a poem for King Richard III and his fiancee, Anne of Bohemia, claiming the romance of that Valentine's feast day, which was interpreted into this idea of romantic love.
But, love is for everyone, whether it be platonic, familial OR romantic. And Valentine's should be every day. So show everyone you love, that you love them every day!
I know, I'm corny...
This year, like always, I was alone. No complaints, really, because for the first time in my life, I took the time to remember the true origin of Valentine's Day. St. Valentine was a priest who was martyred for marrying Christian couples in ancient Rome, where Christianity was...bad. It didn't become associated with romantic love until the 1300's or so, by Geoffrey Chaucer and his group of comrades.
So, I guess that Valentine's Day has to do with romantic love as it's base and background, but was publicized by Geoffrey Chaucer and his heinous Middle English spelling. However, the Valentine that Chaucer spoke of was not celebrated with February 14th as his feast day. It was Valentine of Verona, with a May 2nd feast day. He wrote a poem for King Richard III and his fiancee, Anne of Bohemia, claiming the romance of that Valentine's feast day, which was interpreted into this idea of romantic love.
But, love is for everyone, whether it be platonic, familial OR romantic. And Valentine's should be every day. So show everyone you love, that you love them every day!
I know, I'm corny...
Thursday, February 10, 2011
My Top 5 Places To Visit Before I Die
Everyone has places that they want to go before they die. I made a list of my top ten, then narrowed it down to the five that intrigue me the most.
5. Kabul, Afghanistan.
Now, this isn't a city that is exactly known for it's beauty; in fact, it is more known for the ugly things that have happened throughout the shaky history of the Middle East. This, besides being the Afghan capital, is also a social and economic center. Besides that, it is also an Islamic country, and despite what the media does to Islam, I am awed and fascinated by their religion. Besides that, one of the two offical languages of Afghanistan is Farsi. I have previously expressed interest in learning the language, due to the gorgeous writing.
4. Vatican City.
Despite my disagreements with the Roman Catholic Church, I will always have a tie to it that no other religion, no matter how I admire or prefer, can break. It's like a sibling; the bond is unbreakable. It is the only religion that has ever offered me anything, and it is the one my family is bound to. Therefore, I cannot and will not ever be able to say I hate Catholicism. To visit the Vatican is like the hajj in Islam; every member of the religion should try to get there at least once in their lifetime. Besides that, the art and architecture. *dies of beauty and perfection* I support religious art 100%.
3. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Rio is, quite frankly, a paradise. It is in such a beautiful part of the world, and is such an accomplished and historically-rich city. And, it is a legitimate party city, with the extensive celebration of Carnaval, for which the city is known. Not to mention it's beauty, on the clear, warm Atlantic Ocean, on the Tropic of Cancer, The city is basically around the Guanabara Bay which, as you can see, is lovely and blue. And that's just something I would like to see someday.
2. Vienna, Austria.
Vienna is the music capital of the world. I don't care what anyone has to say about Nashville, or LA, or NYC, Vienna is the real deal. This was the city for Strauss, and Mozart, who was, by far, the most accomplished musician of all time. Beethoven came to this great city to study under Mozart. If you don't know me well, you should know I have an affinity for classical and opera music. Besides the city being gorgeous and having apple ice cream.
1. Edinburgh, Scotland.
Scotland has always had my eye as a foreign land to visit. It is AN ENGLISH-SPEAKING COUNTRY. And that matters. Edinburgh is an ancient city with a uniquity that cannot be compared. It's dark and lush and romantic, woith tall stone buildings, built for utilizaing space, and still pulling off lovely. I plan on living there someday, if only for several months while I am in college. I am obsessed. You need more reason? Gingers, plaid, the Loch Ness Monster, castles, bagpipes.
5. Kabul, Afghanistan.
Now, this isn't a city that is exactly known for it's beauty; in fact, it is more known for the ugly things that have happened throughout the shaky history of the Middle East. This, besides being the Afghan capital, is also a social and economic center. Besides that, it is also an Islamic country, and despite what the media does to Islam, I am awed and fascinated by their religion. Besides that, one of the two offical languages of Afghanistan is Farsi. I have previously expressed interest in learning the language, due to the gorgeous writing.
4. Vatican City.
Despite my disagreements with the Roman Catholic Church, I will always have a tie to it that no other religion, no matter how I admire or prefer, can break. It's like a sibling; the bond is unbreakable. It is the only religion that has ever offered me anything, and it is the one my family is bound to. Therefore, I cannot and will not ever be able to say I hate Catholicism. To visit the Vatican is like the hajj in Islam; every member of the religion should try to get there at least once in their lifetime. Besides that, the art and architecture. *dies of beauty and perfection* I support religious art 100%.
3. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Rio is, quite frankly, a paradise. It is in such a beautiful part of the world, and is such an accomplished and historically-rich city. And, it is a legitimate party city, with the extensive celebration of Carnaval, for which the city is known. Not to mention it's beauty, on the clear, warm Atlantic Ocean, on the Tropic of Cancer, The city is basically around the Guanabara Bay which, as you can see, is lovely and blue. And that's just something I would like to see someday.
2. Vienna, Austria.
Vienna is the music capital of the world. I don't care what anyone has to say about Nashville, or LA, or NYC, Vienna is the real deal. This was the city for Strauss, and Mozart, who was, by far, the most accomplished musician of all time. Beethoven came to this great city to study under Mozart. If you don't know me well, you should know I have an affinity for classical and opera music. Besides the city being gorgeous and having apple ice cream.
1. Edinburgh, Scotland.
Scotland has always had my eye as a foreign land to visit. It is AN ENGLISH-SPEAKING COUNTRY. And that matters. Edinburgh is an ancient city with a uniquity that cannot be compared. It's dark and lush and romantic, woith tall stone buildings, built for utilizaing space, and still pulling off lovely. I plan on living there someday, if only for several months while I am in college. I am obsessed. You need more reason? Gingers, plaid, the Loch Ness Monster, castles, bagpipes.
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Relevance of Ancient Works
As we review over the Greek myths in my English class to better understand the allusions, I find myself relating to the qualities expressed in the stories. Like the basic literature of any religion, it teaches morals, balance and punishment.
I think that most people forget that these are stories that not only substituted for the nonexistent science of the time, but were also the religion of the Greeks. Now, I could compare these works to those that are in the Bible, but I much prefer the Greek ones.
I don't believe, in the ways of the RCC (Roman Catholica Church, the church I grew up in) that God is a perfect, flawless being. I believe that He (just to simplify) is a damaged being; that He has suffered immensely, and that He has a character. I doubt that God was alone in the universe, and that is one reason why I like the idea of polytheism. No one thing could take on the universe solely by himself.
I also love the idea of the extensive flaws in the Greek Gods. The many affairs of Jupiter can trickle down to today's high-end men who cheat on their wives with many other women. Most teenage girls have been Echo, pining for a boy who didn't care, and narcissistic people are still rampant in society. These prominent figures are still relatable.
I don't want to look up to a God that has never made mistakes; I want to think that he understands my own. A person who has never made a mistake will never understand the torment that can follow making a very bad one. So, I think that God is one fucked up dude.
I know that He loves us unconditionally; no one would put up with our shit if we didn't. So, it must drive Him crazy seeing the horrors of our world. Seeing His childern be raped, murdered, struggle with mental illness, suicide, you name it. But the worst must be seeing your creations slowl turn evil, forget you, and go and destroy everything you;ve been able to offer them. And being so far removed.
So, I'm not really a member of the RCC. I have my own opinons and I think that the Greeks, even if their science was kind of shitty, had something going there. And, anywhoo, hasn't almost every religion discounted science? Why not have a Sun God?
I think that most people forget that these are stories that not only substituted for the nonexistent science of the time, but were also the religion of the Greeks. Now, I could compare these works to those that are in the Bible, but I much prefer the Greek ones.
I don't believe, in the ways of the RCC (Roman Catholica Church, the church I grew up in) that God is a perfect, flawless being. I believe that He (just to simplify) is a damaged being; that He has suffered immensely, and that He has a character. I doubt that God was alone in the universe, and that is one reason why I like the idea of polytheism. No one thing could take on the universe solely by himself.
I also love the idea of the extensive flaws in the Greek Gods. The many affairs of Jupiter can trickle down to today's high-end men who cheat on their wives with many other women. Most teenage girls have been Echo, pining for a boy who didn't care, and narcissistic people are still rampant in society. These prominent figures are still relatable.
I don't want to look up to a God that has never made mistakes; I want to think that he understands my own. A person who has never made a mistake will never understand the torment that can follow making a very bad one. So, I think that God is one fucked up dude.
I know that He loves us unconditionally; no one would put up with our shit if we didn't. So, it must drive Him crazy seeing the horrors of our world. Seeing His childern be raped, murdered, struggle with mental illness, suicide, you name it. But the worst must be seeing your creations slowl turn evil, forget you, and go and destroy everything you;ve been able to offer them. And being so far removed.
So, I'm not really a member of the RCC. I have my own opinons and I think that the Greeks, even if their science was kind of shitty, had something going there. And, anywhoo, hasn't almost every religion discounted science? Why not have a Sun God?
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Just Leave Us Alone
I think that one of the things that teenagers accept to readily, and their parents don't accept at all is that by my age, a kid is essentially in control of his/her own life.
Now, I think that kids should be able to control their own lives in terms of things like relationships, music, friends, clothing, and other areas of self-expression. And parents should have a grasp on their teenager's life, but they shouldn't be pulling at their ears. This is an age where kids are learning sensibility and making mistakes. To deprive their children of their "rumspringa," for lack of a better term, is only going to damage their child.
I find it to be a ridiculous concept that parents should expect to know every detail of their child's life. A life belongs to one person: himself. There are monstrous changes as children enter and go through high school, whether they be academic, romantic, friend-wise, activity-wise, or familial changes. These are dealt with personally.
And if a kid is troubled, but doesn't want help, if they are fully capable of still handling their life and all of the pressures, then leave them alone! A part of adoloscence is being angsty: if your kid ISN'T agnsty, then they are most likely superficial. Sometimes, the kids who are the strangest and farthest removed from typical teenager hierarchy, then they are going to be the ones with the best grasp on humanity, and humane treatment of others.
I just think that parents should leave their kids the fuck alone. You CANNOT pry into their life without being nosy, annoying, or just plain douche-y. If your kid needs or wants (key word being WANTS) your comfort or input, they will come to you. Sometimes, this comes just from sitting with you or watching TV. Home time is break time for kids, and if you pile stress on them when they are supposed to be taking a breather, then you're an asshole and your kid isn't gonna like you.
Now, outright awful behavior should be punished when it is affecting others in a negative way. But if it isn't hurting anyone, including your child himself, then just leave it alone. Kids, and adults, too, have phases where they behave differently from what you're used to them doing. You just need to chill out and take the ride. If you can't handle the ride, then you shouldn't've had kids. YOU, as the parents, are not having bumps; you;re seeing your kids bumps. If something is bothering you, then it's probably bothering your son or daughter 10X more.
Yeah, Dad, this is to you. Leave me alone. Hasn't enough changed in my life in the past two months? Can't you just leave me alone?
The more you pry, the more you'll get shut out. To people, in general.
Now, I think that kids should be able to control their own lives in terms of things like relationships, music, friends, clothing, and other areas of self-expression. And parents should have a grasp on their teenager's life, but they shouldn't be pulling at their ears. This is an age where kids are learning sensibility and making mistakes. To deprive their children of their "rumspringa," for lack of a better term, is only going to damage their child.
I find it to be a ridiculous concept that parents should expect to know every detail of their child's life. A life belongs to one person: himself. There are monstrous changes as children enter and go through high school, whether they be academic, romantic, friend-wise, activity-wise, or familial changes. These are dealt with personally.
And if a kid is troubled, but doesn't want help, if they are fully capable of still handling their life and all of the pressures, then leave them alone! A part of adoloscence is being angsty: if your kid ISN'T agnsty, then they are most likely superficial. Sometimes, the kids who are the strangest and farthest removed from typical teenager hierarchy, then they are going to be the ones with the best grasp on humanity, and humane treatment of others.
I just think that parents should leave their kids the fuck alone. You CANNOT pry into their life without being nosy, annoying, or just plain douche-y. If your kid needs or wants (key word being WANTS) your comfort or input, they will come to you. Sometimes, this comes just from sitting with you or watching TV. Home time is break time for kids, and if you pile stress on them when they are supposed to be taking a breather, then you're an asshole and your kid isn't gonna like you.
Now, outright awful behavior should be punished when it is affecting others in a negative way. But if it isn't hurting anyone, including your child himself, then just leave it alone. Kids, and adults, too, have phases where they behave differently from what you're used to them doing. You just need to chill out and take the ride. If you can't handle the ride, then you shouldn't've had kids. YOU, as the parents, are not having bumps; you;re seeing your kids bumps. If something is bothering you, then it's probably bothering your son or daughter 10X more.
Yeah, Dad, this is to you. Leave me alone. Hasn't enough changed in my life in the past two months? Can't you just leave me alone?
The more you pry, the more you'll get shut out. To people, in general.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Invisible Act of Conformity
People often do odd or unique things to say that they are not "conforming." What no one realizes is that we all conform to a point that if everyone was aware, the "weirdos" would fall to their knees.
Now, there is conscious conformity, which I spent middle school trying to do, and unconscious conformity. The latter is people who go against the things that are generally socially accepted.
But, every Goth kid that has denied conformity has conformed to another society. Every artsy person has conformed to the art community, etc.
Conformity is a necessary thing in all societies because if everyone didn't come together in at least one aspect, tehn there would be no such thing as civilization or human contact. There would be no friendships or families or love. There would be no religion because no one would agree. And the people who did agree would end up making other ideas. But there would be no one to agree with, anyway.
We are a society based on confomity and adopting the ways of others. For every aspect of what we do, there are others who feel the way we do. Honestly, while this annoys people who think they'll never be unique, shouldn't it be a comfort that there is someone who feels how we do? It's the combination of things we like that makes us unique, not the things themselves.
So, just informing you about one of my pet peeves. Stop yammering about how you don't conform, no onegets you, no one likes you, because it's bullshit. There are MILLIONS of people who share your interest. Ooh, being in a crowd. How SCARY.
Now, there is conscious conformity, which I spent middle school trying to do, and unconscious conformity. The latter is people who go against the things that are generally socially accepted.
But, every Goth kid that has denied conformity has conformed to another society. Every artsy person has conformed to the art community, etc.
Conformity is a necessary thing in all societies because if everyone didn't come together in at least one aspect, tehn there would be no such thing as civilization or human contact. There would be no friendships or families or love. There would be no religion because no one would agree. And the people who did agree would end up making other ideas. But there would be no one to agree with, anyway.
We are a society based on confomity and adopting the ways of others. For every aspect of what we do, there are others who feel the way we do. Honestly, while this annoys people who think they'll never be unique, shouldn't it be a comfort that there is someone who feels how we do? It's the combination of things we like that makes us unique, not the things themselves.
So, just informing you about one of my pet peeves. Stop yammering about how you don't conform, no onegets you, no one likes you, because it's bullshit. There are MILLIONS of people who share your interest. Ooh, being in a crowd. How SCARY.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I think I've done enough intellectual stuff. Let's copy other people and talk about clothes!
I really like the idea of doing these, so I think I'm going to do these once a season along with a Challenge. Pre-season and mid-season sound good?
So, my first thing is the beaded purse. Since I was a little kid, I've always loved the look of extravagant beading on handbags. They add an instant pop to any outfit, like a bright lipstick color and are always cute. These are generally better when they're vintage, and vintage abything is awesome, right?
Printed scarves are both cute accessories and a convinient necessity during winter in New York. A cute print goes adorably with any monochromatic top or dress, and if a thin silk tie will make you two degrees warmer, think about the promise of warmth from a thick scarf tied around your neck. W-A-R-M.
Third is a pair of heeled black boots. I recently acquired a pair similar to these, only with a chunkier heel that will be easier to walk in. I personally think that mid-calf is a great length, but up to the knee is fine. For taller boots, I don't care for wedges, and I think that a thick heel is a great compromise.
In my school, tops that show off a bit of the midriff are the style the way leggings were two years ago. It just so happens to be that I have an impressively flat stomach for someone whose main diet consist of chips and seltzer. I wholeheartedly approve of this, as long as it doesn't go up higher than the belly button. Avoid the belly button in general. the lace on this one adds a cute, classier touch, as well.
I love sparkles. I am a total sparkle girl, and am so glad that they're in stores. Sparkles are a bold statement that oozes with confidence. Honestly, I can't tell you why, other than SPARKLES ARE AMAZING LIKE PIE.
Once more, a huge trend in my area of education are these skirts. Once again, a flat stomach aids here because the skirts are really tight. Pencil skirts are a big part of the fashion world for older women, and by shrinking them and adding ruffles and whatnot makes this a sophisticated look that is still attractive and youthful.
Belts with cute designs on them are the new graphic tees. Now that most shirt's'll be cut off by the top of the pants, belts will be visible. The only one I have, everyone knows, I wear at least once a week, religiously.
Lastly, I love dresses. Everyone knows I love dresses. And one like this, with a simple, yet cute pattern is perfect for going out and going to school. When something is cinched at the waist, it automatically becomes figure-flattering. And I like dresses like I like sparkles. :)
Today, along with this, I will be doing Challenge Numero 19: Nicknames you have, and why you have them.
Well, I think we all know my name is Kimberly, and my nicknames are simple things like Kim, and Kimmy, which are obviously just shortened versions of my name.
The one nickname I have that has a backstory is Kimja. Besides being a total ninja, I got it for answering a really hard question in my 8th Grade Social studies class, in full detail, within five seconds of the question being asked. This was during a competitive review game that was not unlike Jeopardy. Someone called out "Way to go Kimja!" I started the blog soon afterwards, and the nickname just stuck.
So, KIMJA!
Monday, January 24, 2011
I l♥ve...
You're beautiful, honey.
I love the way that light gleams in your eyes when you're excited. I love how you clap your hands and jump around. I love how quirky you are, and all of the things that make you so fucked up. I love how dedicated you are to what, and who you love. I love how amazing you are everyday, and I love how funny you are.
I love the way your hair curls. I love your deep thoughts on the subjects I'm too afraid to explore, and I love how romantic you are. I love the spazzy noises you make. I love hearing you sing. I love the face you make with your eyes and nose scrunched. I love how beautiful you are, and how you always seem to know the better road for me, even when you;re unsure yourself
I love how you give your all to me. I love how we talk for hours, and how my parents love you, too. I love how you'd do these crazy things to make me feel better. I love how you have an opinion, and even if I disagree, that it is always in my best interests. I love how we harass my teacher, and how we switch sweatshirts. I love how we wander aimlessly for hours, and I love how you give me purpose. I love how when I feel like I should be protecting you, you make sure I'm safe and happy first.
I love how you look everyday. I love how you hold me at the waist. I love how your hands feel on my back, and I love the sound of your voice. I love your name, and I love that quarter-inch of brunette fuzz on your head. And I love your face<3
Too bad I'm not in love with you.
But, the other three, do you know who you are?
I love the way that light gleams in your eyes when you're excited. I love how you clap your hands and jump around. I love how quirky you are, and all of the things that make you so fucked up. I love how dedicated you are to what, and who you love. I love how amazing you are everyday, and I love how funny you are.
I love the way your hair curls. I love your deep thoughts on the subjects I'm too afraid to explore, and I love how romantic you are. I love the spazzy noises you make. I love hearing you sing. I love the face you make with your eyes and nose scrunched. I love how beautiful you are, and how you always seem to know the better road for me, even when you;re unsure yourself
I love how you give your all to me. I love how we talk for hours, and how my parents love you, too. I love how you'd do these crazy things to make me feel better. I love how you have an opinion, and even if I disagree, that it is always in my best interests. I love how we harass my teacher, and how we switch sweatshirts. I love how we wander aimlessly for hours, and I love how you give me purpose. I love how when I feel like I should be protecting you, you make sure I'm safe and happy first.
I love how you look everyday. I love how you hold me at the waist. I love how your hands feel on my back, and I love the sound of your voice. I love your name, and I love that quarter-inch of brunette fuzz on your head. And I love your face<3
Too bad I'm not in love with you.
But, the other three, do you know who you are?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Honesty, Talent, Professionalism, and Friendship.
I find it disturbing that our society is one based on fantasy. You don't believe me, see movies, books, and other media outlets that show people getting what they want. This varies from things like love and acceptance to freedom and the appreciation someone with talent deserves.
However, this is rarely the case. Parents encourage their children to do anything they wish, and I hate to be the cynic, but most of the time they can't. To quote an old episode of George Lopez, "There's only one president, but there are millions of factory workers." And I couldn't agree more. I think one of the biggest mistakes that parents make is the mistake of misguiding their children. I hear so many little girls say they want to be singers when they grow up, and I'll hear them sing one note and know that they don't have the voice to sell hundreds of thousands of records. Of course, at 5 years old there is so much time for development and improvement, and I'd never break a little girl's heart like that, but when you reach my age you should know, chances are slim.
There are going to be people who will say, "Screw her; I can do it, I can do it." And I absolutely respect that. I just don't want people to be mislead into thinking that everything will fall perfectly into place because if it doesn't these people are left alone and lost and confused, which helps no one. Why do you think there are so many homeless people in Hollywood. Because there are ten thousand auditions and only one lead role.
I've seen some people who think that they are so accomplished in what they do because no one has ever had the heart to tell them, "This isn't actually your forte." And to do that to a kid, a high school kid, is the worst thing that you can do. What if you get someone who's spent his whole life being told. "Nice job, hun!" when he actually has the vocal abilities of a bullfrog? He'll go for something legit, a Broadway role, or something in a movie or audition for a band and be told, "You can't sing for shit." That person has spent his whole life being lied to, and now the one thing that he has focused all of his energy on is now useless. What if it's too late to learn how to do anything else?
My point? Be honest. There are ways to be honest without being outright nasty. Be gentle with language and use a respectful tone. It isn't "You can't sing for shit," rather, "The range wasn't good for you." Unless, of course, you are the professional. But as friend, don't tell a lie to spare feelings, because you are being asked for a reason. Be honest, not misleading.
However, this is rarely the case. Parents encourage their children to do anything they wish, and I hate to be the cynic, but most of the time they can't. To quote an old episode of George Lopez, "There's only one president, but there are millions of factory workers." And I couldn't agree more. I think one of the biggest mistakes that parents make is the mistake of misguiding their children. I hear so many little girls say they want to be singers when they grow up, and I'll hear them sing one note and know that they don't have the voice to sell hundreds of thousands of records. Of course, at 5 years old there is so much time for development and improvement, and I'd never break a little girl's heart like that, but when you reach my age you should know, chances are slim.
There are going to be people who will say, "Screw her; I can do it, I can do it." And I absolutely respect that. I just don't want people to be mislead into thinking that everything will fall perfectly into place because if it doesn't these people are left alone and lost and confused, which helps no one. Why do you think there are so many homeless people in Hollywood. Because there are ten thousand auditions and only one lead role.
I've seen some people who think that they are so accomplished in what they do because no one has ever had the heart to tell them, "This isn't actually your forte." And to do that to a kid, a high school kid, is the worst thing that you can do. What if you get someone who's spent his whole life being told. "Nice job, hun!" when he actually has the vocal abilities of a bullfrog? He'll go for something legit, a Broadway role, or something in a movie or audition for a band and be told, "You can't sing for shit." That person has spent his whole life being lied to, and now the one thing that he has focused all of his energy on is now useless. What if it's too late to learn how to do anything else?
My point? Be honest. There are ways to be honest without being outright nasty. Be gentle with language and use a respectful tone. It isn't "You can't sing for shit," rather, "The range wasn't good for you." Unless, of course, you are the professional. But as friend, don't tell a lie to spare feelings, because you are being asked for a reason. Be honest, not misleading.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Day #15. Of What? Read, baby...
Remember that shiteous fail called the 30-day Photo Challenge? I have made it a goal to finish that, in any order I want, by the end of the year. I mean, if the point of it is to express your individuality, then why not make your own rules. Oh yeah, I'm pretty revolutinary.
This is me and my hideously cracked iPod Touch (I'm praying for the new iPhone! I'd put it to such good use and take wayy better care of it than I have this ol' guy.) I will be using it to do the original Day 15-- Put it on shuffle and share the first ten songs that play.
Here's we goess!
1) Billy Joel, Big Shot
2) Thriving Ivory, Flowers For A Ghost
3) Justin Timberlake feat. T. I., My Love
4) Nirvana, Polly
5) Justin Nozuka, Save Him
6) Eminem, Hailie's Song
7) Bon Jovi, I'd Die For You
8) Matchbox 20, Disease
9) Andrea Bocelli, Con Te Partiro
10) Sinedown, Second Chance
Out of 1105 songs, I got lucky to have such epic ones. Especially when I have a good amount of CASCADA on here, from when I was younger and a conformist, LOL.
I'm thinking my next one will be either # 28 or #29
This is me and my hideously cracked iPod Touch (I'm praying for the new iPhone! I'd put it to such good use and take wayy better care of it than I have this ol' guy.) I will be using it to do the original Day 15-- Put it on shuffle and share the first ten songs that play.
Here's we goess!
1) Billy Joel, Big Shot
2) Thriving Ivory, Flowers For A Ghost
3) Justin Timberlake feat. T. I., My Love
4) Nirvana, Polly
5) Justin Nozuka, Save Him
6) Eminem, Hailie's Song
7) Bon Jovi, I'd Die For You
8) Matchbox 20, Disease
9) Andrea Bocelli, Con Te Partiro
10) Sinedown, Second Chance
Out of 1105 songs, I got lucky to have such epic ones. Especially when I have a good amount of CASCADA on here, from when I was younger and a conformist, LOL.
I'm thinking my next one will be either # 28 or #29
Definitions of the most abstract things
Have you noticed that the most abstract ideas in the world are the hardest to define? So, I'm going to give you ten ideas and I'm going to define them myself. If you try to define them YOURSELF, rather than using my words verbatim, you'll see that it is difficult.
1) Freedom: The liberation caused by the obliteration of force from a socially accepted "higher power."
2) Goodness: The use of morals to make decisions that positively impact the life of oneself and/or the lives of others.
3) Evil: The misuse of mental or physical properties resulting negatively for others, either physically or mentally.
4) Loyalty: Acts involved in defending and caring for a person, place, government type, etc.
5) Faith: Confidence and trust placed into someone or something that may or may not come to be physically seen by man, or is not proven scientifically.
6) Individuality: People who refuse to conform to social normalities.
7) Maturity: The ability to take responsibility on oneself either for his/her own actions or for the betterment of others.
8) Intelligence: The capability to expand thoughts, impressions, and ideas without much difficulty.
9) Society: A social group combined to make advances in all areas of study to influence the human population to strive for more.
10) Love: The reason that anyone does anything for another; the bond of society, a deep emotion that inspires the postivity of al of the aforementioned. Something we all deserve.
1) Freedom: The liberation caused by the obliteration of force from a socially accepted "higher power."
2) Goodness: The use of morals to make decisions that positively impact the life of oneself and/or the lives of others.
3) Evil: The misuse of mental or physical properties resulting negatively for others, either physically or mentally.
4) Loyalty: Acts involved in defending and caring for a person, place, government type, etc.
5) Faith: Confidence and trust placed into someone or something that may or may not come to be physically seen by man, or is not proven scientifically.
6) Individuality: People who refuse to conform to social normalities.
7) Maturity: The ability to take responsibility on oneself either for his/her own actions or for the betterment of others.
8) Intelligence: The capability to expand thoughts, impressions, and ideas without much difficulty.
9) Society: A social group combined to make advances in all areas of study to influence the human population to strive for more.
10) Love: The reason that anyone does anything for another; the bond of society, a deep emotion that inspires the postivity of al of the aforementioned. Something we all deserve.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
"Love is overrated, The Script is underrated."
My latest music craze has been with the Irish band, The Script. They've been around for a while, like Thriving Ivory had been when I did my post about them a few months ago.
You probably know them from their singles "The Man Who Can't Be Moved," "For The First Time," and mainly, "Breakeven." I guarantee you've heard at least one before.
Their most recent album, Science & Faith is a lovely collaboration of heartbreaking lyrics and lush meaning. I must admit, the album is comprised entirely of breakup/broken heart songs, save one. But I won't focus exclusively on Science & Faith.
The band can cover every genre, from angsty love ballads to hip-hop-esque choruses to mainstream pop, and jazzy feel-good tunes, thanks to the adaptable smooth voice of the rather delicious lead singer Danny O'Donoghue.
Did I mention they wrote Kris Allen's hit song "Live Like We're Dying"? Because that song is amazing. They are clever songwriters with lyrics that are more than meaningless choruses, and they have yet to corrupted into a band that subliminally encourages less-than-stellar behavior the way songs like "Love the Way You Lie" and "I Like It" and even and especially "Bad Romance" do. (Hey! I love all of those songs, I'm just saying, getting drunk, cheating, and absuing your significant other aren't behaviors to follow. Showing someone how much you love them totally is.)
I think that their emphasis on the heart, and the breaking of such a precious object is important. We all know what happened to me recently, so maybe it's convenient for me, but I've always loved the emotional afterthoughts on a relationship. I've had my fair share of emotional trials of the heart. being dumped on my birthday and half-cheated on, to name a couple. Nothing's okay on a person and they honestly portray the real-life situations, like making a fool of yourself as you stumble about town, looking for that someone. It isn't the fake shit that you see in movies.
Now, after showing you a dramatic band photo, it's time for my favorite part!
What's that, you ask?
LYRICS!
"Tried to break my heart/ Well it's broke/ Tried to hang me high/ Well I'm choked/ Wanted rain on me/ Well I'm soaked/ Soaked to the skin" --The End Where I Begin
"Now I'm looking up the Bible/ Trying to find a loophole" --Rusty Halo
"Oh, please don't be so naive/ Don't wait till your heart bleeds/ Love wasn't built for speed, listen to me girl/ He keeps fuckin' with your head, tryna get you into bed/ And in the morning you'll just hate yourself" --Fall For Anything
"And it hurts so bad/ That I search my skin/ For the entry point/ Where love went in/ And ricocheted/ And bounced around/ And left a hole when you walked out" --Exit Wounds
And there I leave you, with the important task of getting your butt on YouTube and iTunes because "love is overrated, The Script is underrated."
You probably know them from their singles "The Man Who Can't Be Moved," "For The First Time," and mainly, "Breakeven." I guarantee you've heard at least one before.
Their most recent album, Science & Faith is a lovely collaboration of heartbreaking lyrics and lush meaning. I must admit, the album is comprised entirely of breakup/broken heart songs, save one. But I won't focus exclusively on Science & Faith.
The band can cover every genre, from angsty love ballads to hip-hop-esque choruses to mainstream pop, and jazzy feel-good tunes, thanks to the adaptable smooth voice of the rather delicious lead singer Danny O'Donoghue.
Did I mention they wrote Kris Allen's hit song "Live Like We're Dying"? Because that song is amazing. They are clever songwriters with lyrics that are more than meaningless choruses, and they have yet to corrupted into a band that subliminally encourages less-than-stellar behavior the way songs like "Love the Way You Lie" and "I Like It" and even and especially "Bad Romance" do. (Hey! I love all of those songs, I'm just saying, getting drunk, cheating, and absuing your significant other aren't behaviors to follow. Showing someone how much you love them totally is.)
I think that their emphasis on the heart, and the breaking of such a precious object is important. We all know what happened to me recently, so maybe it's convenient for me, but I've always loved the emotional afterthoughts on a relationship. I've had my fair share of emotional trials of the heart. being dumped on my birthday and half-cheated on, to name a couple. Nothing's okay on a person and they honestly portray the real-life situations, like making a fool of yourself as you stumble about town, looking for that someone. It isn't the fake shit that you see in movies.
Now, after showing you a dramatic band photo, it's time for my favorite part!
What's that, you ask?
LYRICS!
"Tried to break my heart/ Well it's broke/ Tried to hang me high/ Well I'm choked/ Wanted rain on me/ Well I'm soaked/ Soaked to the skin" --The End Where I Begin
"Now I'm looking up the Bible/ Trying to find a loophole" --Rusty Halo
"Oh, please don't be so naive/ Don't wait till your heart bleeds/ Love wasn't built for speed, listen to me girl/ He keeps fuckin' with your head, tryna get you into bed/ And in the morning you'll just hate yourself" --Fall For Anything
"And it hurts so bad/ That I search my skin/ For the entry point/ Where love went in/ And ricocheted/ And bounced around/ And left a hole when you walked out" --Exit Wounds
And there I leave you, with the important task of getting your butt on YouTube and iTunes because "love is overrated, The Script is underrated."
The Review of GRIT I Promised Y'all
GRIT is a novel that a good friend of mine, Samantha Nyx of
I fucking hate that thing, you know. Damn link thing never works.
But whatever.
GRIT the the intense story of a girl who has been physically and mentally tortured for years by the American government for the murder of her brother. Which she committed using only the power of her own mind. Now, six years later, Sarah McClair has been in the custody of two people forbidden to even use her name. In a new school where she sticks out, she manages to get an equally intelligent girl, Lacey, with the street-smarts she never got the chance to develop. With the hacker-help of Lacey's brother Reese, Sarah sets out to free herself from the government's control over her.
Yes, this is a story my friend wrote, but I'm not just saying I loved it because of that. Intense escape thrillers that warp the government are rarely my thing. Only in the movie PUSH, and The Hunger Games. Oh, who am I kidding? When it's well-done, escapes are pitfalls for page-turning anxiety that I can't rip myself from. Even if it's 1 AM and I have to wake up in four hours for school and I'm already sleep-deprived.
Yeah, Sam is that fucking good. She is the epitome of amazing-ass writers with sick nasty Doc Martens that I really, really, love.
Now, I have a lot more personal insight into this book than some other reader, so I can tell you that this was a NaNoWriMo book, meaning, to the less knowlegable of the Twitter/writer world, that you write a 50,000 word novel in only the 30 days of November. It's a feat that I cannot do. And I can also recognize little things, like references to Emile Autumn (her Goddess!) that she might even be aware of. And I know they're there, and it's nice to see stuff like that.
Now, I can't exactly say to go out and buy this book and read it, and things like that because it is currently not available for purchase. I just figured I would make you jealous. Hopefully Sam will make this available for purchase on the Internet after she does another round of editing. If anything happens I'll be sure to update all four of you later on, okay?!
'Iight. Peace out, girl scouts.
I fucking hate that thing, you know. Damn link thing never works.
But whatever.
GRIT the the intense story of a girl who has been physically and mentally tortured for years by the American government for the murder of her brother. Which she committed using only the power of her own mind. Now, six years later, Sarah McClair has been in the custody of two people forbidden to even use her name. In a new school where she sticks out, she manages to get an equally intelligent girl, Lacey, with the street-smarts she never got the chance to develop. With the hacker-help of Lacey's brother Reese, Sarah sets out to free herself from the government's control over her.
Yes, this is a story my friend wrote, but I'm not just saying I loved it because of that. Intense escape thrillers that warp the government are rarely my thing. Only in the movie PUSH, and The Hunger Games. Oh, who am I kidding? When it's well-done, escapes are pitfalls for page-turning anxiety that I can't rip myself from. Even if it's 1 AM and I have to wake up in four hours for school and I'm already sleep-deprived.
Yeah, Sam is that fucking good. She is the epitome of amazing-ass writers with sick nasty Doc Martens that I really, really, love.
Now, I have a lot more personal insight into this book than some other reader, so I can tell you that this was a NaNoWriMo book, meaning, to the less knowlegable of the Twitter/writer world, that you write a 50,000 word novel in only the 30 days of November. It's a feat that I cannot do. And I can also recognize little things, like references to Emile Autumn (her Goddess!) that she might even be aware of. And I know they're there, and it's nice to see stuff like that.
Now, I can't exactly say to go out and buy this book and read it, and things like that because it is currently not available for purchase. I just figured I would make you jealous. Hopefully Sam will make this available for purchase on the Internet after she does another round of editing. If anything happens I'll be sure to update all four of you later on, okay?!
'Iight. Peace out, girl scouts.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Going back to the roots with which the blog began...
A million years with icicles hanging around
my barely thumping organs, lost feeling in every fingertip,
Encouragement rang from everywhere, when I felt nothing.
"It's beautiful," they cried, not knowing it, that I, was a liar.
The moment fire began to flood through my veins,
inside galore, pain throbbing, heart breaking, tears flooding from burning eyes.
Youth lost in weakened bones, weightless humanity, prominent loss.
All tinged with the smell of incense and funeral blooms in empty pews.
I tried to feel something, express what I felt, when I truly did.
When my feelings were the prominent part that I usually hid.
But me, myself, was shot down, and they begged to see that genius again.
The one who lies. Her soul's nothingness; the only thing not sending it downward.
The one with nothing, no one to believe in, not even a lover.
The one who takes the last bottled message that it is possible to adhere to.
"Brass balls."
my barely thumping organs, lost feeling in every fingertip,
Encouragement rang from everywhere, when I felt nothing.
"It's beautiful," they cried, not knowing it, that I, was a liar.
The moment fire began to flood through my veins,
inside galore, pain throbbing, heart breaking, tears flooding from burning eyes.
Youth lost in weakened bones, weightless humanity, prominent loss.
All tinged with the smell of incense and funeral blooms in empty pews.
I tried to feel something, express what I felt, when I truly did.
When my feelings were the prominent part that I usually hid.
But me, myself, was shot down, and they begged to see that genius again.
The one who lies. Her soul's nothingness; the only thing not sending it downward.
The one with nothing, no one to believe in, not even a lover.
The one who takes the last bottled message that it is possible to adhere to.
"Brass balls."
Monday, January 17, 2011
The Bride
The bride is dead.
Her hope chest lies,
mahogany shines,
untouched.
The bride is dead.
Her veil is tangled,
the tiara mangled,
undone.
The bride is dead.
Her hankies, yellowed,
lace has ripped
to shreds.
The bride is dead.
Her album, there.
Better days
have gone.
The bride is dead.
Her diamonds sit
upon my neck.
unloved am I.
The necklace. It's over 100 years old. One heck of an antique, huh?
The hope chest. Eerie, huh? Try having it in your house.
Dress & veil.
My grandparents. Aren't they beautiful? (If you say no I will beat you bloody fucking senseless--no kidding, no humor.)
I think I'm finally getting my closure. I just wanted to sure some newfound tresures. I was a forunate person to have such a saint raise me. I know you all must be tired of hearing about this, but this has been such a painful experience--the worst of my life. I lost a mother, grandmother, companion, confidante, and friend. I just wanted to put all of these things together in a place where I could hold onto them for a very long time without the...worry about the eventual physical breakdown of these items.
♥
Her hope chest lies,
mahogany shines,
untouched.
The bride is dead.
Her veil is tangled,
the tiara mangled,
undone.
The bride is dead.
Her hankies, yellowed,
lace has ripped
to shreds.
The bride is dead.
Her album, there.
Better days
have gone.
The bride is dead.
Her diamonds sit
upon my neck.
unloved am I.
The necklace. It's over 100 years old. One heck of an antique, huh?
The hope chest. Eerie, huh? Try having it in your house.
Dress & veil.
My grandparents. Aren't they beautiful? (If you say no I will beat you bloody fucking senseless--no kidding, no humor.)
I think I'm finally getting my closure. I just wanted to sure some newfound tresures. I was a forunate person to have such a saint raise me. I know you all must be tired of hearing about this, but this has been such a painful experience--the worst of my life. I lost a mother, grandmother, companion, confidante, and friend. I just wanted to put all of these things together in a place where I could hold onto them for a very long time without the...worry about the eventual physical breakdown of these items.
♥
Thursday, January 13, 2011
You had better be jealous...
I plan on my next blog post to be a review of Samantha Nyx's GRIT.
I should have it up within the next couple of days.
:D
I should have it up within the next couple of days.
:D
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I am an Obsessie.
My personality type is the obsessor. I never forget, I focus on things too closely for too long, and when I want to know things on a certain subject, I learn it. This includes people. I know so much about people when you wouldn't even guess I knew who they were.
This also applies to music, books, etc.
So, I had an obsession arise with the late author, Truman Capote, which eventually came full circle into an obsession with his novella, Breakfast at Tiffany's, then came to movie and Audrey Hepburn, and my obsession with the song "Moon River."
Really, Kim? A whole post for just one song?
Well, yes. Because anyone can sing it. Any range, this song fits. Audrey seems to be a clear alto, with the song being written specifically to meet and compliment her smaller range. I can sing this quite well, being the epitome of soprano-ness, according to my best friend, Jonny.
And, also, anyone with a critical, break-shit-down-and-process-it-until-the-meaning-comes-out-like-a-flower-in-bloom will adore this song because NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS.
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
See? What the heck?
Whatever. Just go listen to it. It's one of those songs that a million people have covered. So go listen to:
Audrey Hepburn, Sarah Brightman, Elton John, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Barbra Streisand, and Andrea Ross sing it.
Seriously, NOW.
This also applies to music, books, etc.
So, I had an obsession arise with the late author, Truman Capote, which eventually came full circle into an obsession with his novella, Breakfast at Tiffany's, then came to movie and Audrey Hepburn, and my obsession with the song "Moon River."
Really, Kim? A whole post for just one song?
Well, yes. Because anyone can sing it. Any range, this song fits. Audrey seems to be a clear alto, with the song being written specifically to meet and compliment her smaller range. I can sing this quite well, being the epitome of soprano-ness, according to my best friend, Jonny.
And, also, anyone with a critical, break-shit-down-and-process-it-until-the-meaning-comes-out-like-a-flower-in-bloom will adore this song because NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS.
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
See? What the heck?
Whatever. Just go listen to it. It's one of those songs that a million people have covered. So go listen to:
Audrey Hepburn, Sarah Brightman, Elton John, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Barbra Streisand, and Andrea Ross sing it.
Seriously, NOW.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Breaking Down The High School Stereotype
So, to expand on an idea that was brought up to me just moments ago, and also defending yesterday's first post, I am going to write again to you all!
YAY!
Now, I think that in my meager experience with high school has taught me that there are popular people, but they don't meet all of the stereotypes portrayed by the media. That includes the internet, TV shows, books, movies, webseries, etc.
The Stereotypes...
They are all gorgeous: That is a blatant lie. Very few people are blessed with gorgeousness in compariosn to those who are not. There are definitely the girls who are very pretty, and that's all good and well for them. But my grade is severely lacking in blondes, so that stereotype just kind of fades away. Many girls don't have the perfect, thin body, and those that do are mostly lacking in the boob department.
They dress in sexually revealing ways all the time: That one is laughable to me. Most girls in my school dress awesome-ly only a small percentage of the time. The rest of the time they wear yoga pants shoved sloppily into their Uggs. Exactly, Ugh. And, dearies, if you're going to wear your pencil skirts with tights and boots, it looks better to wear those slouchy boots that are so in style right now rather than your rolled-down chocolate brown Uggs.
The lines in social hierarchy are VERY CLEAR: False. I have friends who are connected to both me, closer to the bottom, and the very top of the pyramid. If there are, say, 5 levels, I flow through three of them quite easily. The most powerful thing you can do is have friends everywhere.
They are whores: Nope. Sure, we all have our whores, but I've noticed that the girls who get less positive male attention (i. e., lower on the scale) are the ones to screw around more. But the popular people definitely have their whores. They just all aren't. Many are definitely the ones to say "I'm gonna wait until marriage," and other stuff like that. So, I say, good for you girls.
Now, I've basically hit the nail on the head, so I will say that many of these girls still feel an unrealistic level of self-importance and egotism, and that's where yesterdays post came in. Because very few of them are odd. That's why they're POPULAR. They are utterly normal.
YAY!
Now, I think that in my meager experience with high school has taught me that there are popular people, but they don't meet all of the stereotypes portrayed by the media. That includes the internet, TV shows, books, movies, webseries, etc.
The Stereotypes...
They are all gorgeous: That is a blatant lie. Very few people are blessed with gorgeousness in compariosn to those who are not. There are definitely the girls who are very pretty, and that's all good and well for them. But my grade is severely lacking in blondes, so that stereotype just kind of fades away. Many girls don't have the perfect, thin body, and those that do are mostly lacking in the boob department.
They dress in sexually revealing ways all the time: That one is laughable to me. Most girls in my school dress awesome-ly only a small percentage of the time. The rest of the time they wear yoga pants shoved sloppily into their Uggs. Exactly, Ugh. And, dearies, if you're going to wear your pencil skirts with tights and boots, it looks better to wear those slouchy boots that are so in style right now rather than your rolled-down chocolate brown Uggs.
The lines in social hierarchy are VERY CLEAR: False. I have friends who are connected to both me, closer to the bottom, and the very top of the pyramid. If there are, say, 5 levels, I flow through three of them quite easily. The most powerful thing you can do is have friends everywhere.
They are whores: Nope. Sure, we all have our whores, but I've noticed that the girls who get less positive male attention (i. e., lower on the scale) are the ones to screw around more. But the popular people definitely have their whores. They just all aren't. Many are definitely the ones to say "I'm gonna wait until marriage," and other stuff like that. So, I say, good for you girls.
Now, I've basically hit the nail on the head, so I will say that many of these girls still feel an unrealistic level of self-importance and egotism, and that's where yesterdays post came in. Because very few of them are odd. That's why they're POPULAR. They are utterly normal.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
A heart is only useful when beating. Any other functions are needlessly draining. But totally essential at the same time.
I won't disclose names, but a friend of mine has been recently feeling very discouraged by the prospect of love, and getting a boyfriend and all of that typical teenager stuff.
Now, I think that dating and a romantic skills are very important to develop while in high school. This is the test-run to life, and love is definitely a very important part of life.
I'm not a die-hard romantic, and most people always undermine my relationship with my boyfriend (who, by the way, I adore.) and don't even bother to think that it will bother me because "he's Conor." It does bother me, and emotionally, he's the summit of everything I feel. Even if I doubt that it's love.
I really do think that it's a beautiful thing to have, though. And, trust me, there's no feeling more beautiful than someone putting their arm around your waist and kissing your forehead when you're feeling less than stellar.
Now, to the girls who can't seem to find the boy, while high school is a good beginning for the types of emotionally-trying relationships that most people will go through in their lives, it doesn't HAVE to be now. Most girls I know who aren't getting themselves out there now are working for more than this town, or this way of life, striving, longing, and working for more than what this meager life has offered them thus far. And to them, I say, KUDOS MAH SISTAHS!
I, however, am not that focused, and am more ruled by my natural animalistic instincts. Because I'm totally into the whole feeling-up-my-waist thing. Haha, no way I would compromise my rep as a good girl on the Internet!
But seriously, if you don't have a boyfriend don't assume it has to do with your physical appearance because everyone is beautiful. YOU, friend I am specifically talking to, are one of the MOST gorgeous girls I have ever seen. You make me feel insecure about my appearance alot because you always look so sexy badass. I digress, though. Boys are also very small-minded at this stage of the time, because, well, their brains are in their pants, and COME ON, I really doubt anybody we go to school with is that well-endowed. ;)
But, to be honest with what I think regarding love-romance:
If I could go back and have no romantic experience and never have been hurt, or be exactly where I am, I'd stay where I am.
FORMSPRING HATER: My boyfriend means the world to me. So STFU.
That totally applied to this, by the way.
Now, good luck my lovelies! XOXO
Now, I think that dating and a romantic skills are very important to develop while in high school. This is the test-run to life, and love is definitely a very important part of life.
I'm not a die-hard romantic, and most people always undermine my relationship with my boyfriend (who, by the way, I adore.) and don't even bother to think that it will bother me because "he's Conor." It does bother me, and emotionally, he's the summit of everything I feel. Even if I doubt that it's love.
I really do think that it's a beautiful thing to have, though. And, trust me, there's no feeling more beautiful than someone putting their arm around your waist and kissing your forehead when you're feeling less than stellar.
Now, to the girls who can't seem to find the boy, while high school is a good beginning for the types of emotionally-trying relationships that most people will go through in their lives, it doesn't HAVE to be now. Most girls I know who aren't getting themselves out there now are working for more than this town, or this way of life, striving, longing, and working for more than what this meager life has offered them thus far. And to them, I say, KUDOS MAH SISTAHS!
I, however, am not that focused, and am more ruled by my natural animalistic instincts. Because I'm totally into the whole feeling-up-my-waist thing. Haha, no way I would compromise my rep as a good girl on the Internet!
But seriously, if you don't have a boyfriend don't assume it has to do with your physical appearance because everyone is beautiful. YOU, friend I am specifically talking to, are one of the MOST gorgeous girls I have ever seen. You make me feel insecure about my appearance alot because you always look so sexy badass. I digress, though. Boys are also very small-minded at this stage of the time, because, well, their brains are in their pants, and COME ON, I really doubt anybody we go to school with is that well-endowed. ;)
But, to be honest with what I think regarding love-romance:
If I could go back and have no romantic experience and never have been hurt, or be exactly where I am, I'd stay where I am.
FORMSPRING HATER: My boyfriend means the world to me. So STFU.
That totally applied to this, by the way.
Now, good luck my lovelies! XOXO
To My Peers,
Being a member of the, for lack of a better term, dork side in my school has inevitably molded my perspective so that I think I truly AM odd, or unique, or special. I think it's that way for alot of people who are more in touch with my perspective.
We're not the prettiest, or the skinniest, most athletic or popular, to you. That's our stereotype, to which I must say is so untrue. My friends are all GORGEOUS, many have bodies that supermodels are jealous of, or play multiple sports. They just lack in the popularity department.
But very few of them are actually fucked up. And by FUCKED UP, I mean, if you knew, then you'd either avoid them at all costs or you'd torment yourself with sympathy. And the way you treat us is what makes us think there's something wrong with us. And that why we're so fucking depressed, because your words SEEP IN, through our skin. It's getting epidemic. We say we're just weird, for the most part, to build a defense mechanism against you backstabbers. I do believe Lily Allen's song FUCK YOU would describe all of that perfectly.
Then, what else is annoying is that all of you, with your perfectly paired Hollister t-shirts and low-rider jeans say you're freaks, weird, messed up. And, granted, some of you are. Some of you are POSERS. Not Marilyn Manson type posers (Yeah, I just called him a poser. HE is NOT the epitome of Goth, foo's!)but your own special type of delusion, taking away what little armor some of us have against the cold world we've known since grade school.
Now to avoid the wave of "YOU'RE A HYPOCRITE" that I am sure to receive, I actually am fucked up, having gone through self-injury, suicidal thoughts, depression, severe conflicting mood swings, and an unholy temper. There's also one more thing I am actually somewhat terrified to re-disclose on this blog. If you care enough to find out, look at last year's SPEAK NOW blog post.
Now, with fond regards, I leave you to ponder treating us like cattle.
Love,
That girl who sings the really high notes for no reason
Kim XOXO
We're not the prettiest, or the skinniest, most athletic or popular, to you. That's our stereotype, to which I must say is so untrue. My friends are all GORGEOUS, many have bodies that supermodels are jealous of, or play multiple sports. They just lack in the popularity department.
But very few of them are actually fucked up. And by FUCKED UP, I mean, if you knew, then you'd either avoid them at all costs or you'd torment yourself with sympathy. And the way you treat us is what makes us think there's something wrong with us. And that why we're so fucking depressed, because your words SEEP IN, through our skin. It's getting epidemic. We say we're just weird, for the most part, to build a defense mechanism against you backstabbers. I do believe Lily Allen's song FUCK YOU would describe all of that perfectly.
Then, what else is annoying is that all of you, with your perfectly paired Hollister t-shirts and low-rider jeans say you're freaks, weird, messed up. And, granted, some of you are. Some of you are POSERS. Not Marilyn Manson type posers (Yeah, I just called him a poser. HE is NOT the epitome of Goth, foo's!)but your own special type of delusion, taking away what little armor some of us have against the cold world we've known since grade school.
Now to avoid the wave of "YOU'RE A HYPOCRITE" that I am sure to receive, I actually am fucked up, having gone through self-injury, suicidal thoughts, depression, severe conflicting mood swings, and an unholy temper. There's also one more thing I am actually somewhat terrified to re-disclose on this blog. If you care enough to find out, look at last year's SPEAK NOW blog post.
Now, with fond regards, I leave you to ponder treating us like cattle.
Love,
That girl who sings the really high notes for no reason
Kim XOXO
Monday, January 3, 2011
This to all of the people who never bothered to get to know me...
You scare me.
You terrify me so much and you don't even know it.
When I see you, my skin crawls.
I don't loathe you, hate you,
I feel nothing anatagonistic toward you.
I feel only fear, discomfort,
dirtiness rising through my whole body.
And I clutch my stomach.
Because I can't think of what else to do.
I need to defend myself.
But I can't.
So we walk past each other, and nothing happens.
I block my thoughts until I feel
my empty stomach gnaw inside of me.
My vision goes black, my knees buckle.
But I walk away, dreading the next time I see you.
You terrify me so much and you don't even know it.
When I see you, my skin crawls.
I don't loathe you, hate you,
I feel nothing anatagonistic toward you.
I feel only fear, discomfort,
dirtiness rising through my whole body.
And I clutch my stomach.
Because I can't think of what else to do.
I need to defend myself.
But I can't.
So we walk past each other, and nothing happens.
I block my thoughts until I feel
my empty stomach gnaw inside of me.
My vision goes black, my knees buckle.
But I walk away, dreading the next time I see you.
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