A Little Retail Therapy Never Hurt Anyone

Friday was a lovely day spent with my mom and sister. We went to Aspen Grove to return some presents, clothes that didn't fit, and I was in desperate need of jeans. We stopped into Gap to see what they had, and I started looking at their jeans. I chose a couple pairs and headed to the fitting rooms. Well, it turns out that Gap trained all their employees on how to fit anybody for jeans. I ended up walking away with two pairs of the best jeans I have ever worn. We had a blast, just a Girls Day Out, my mom, my sister, and I. I love days like that!

Later tonight we get to go see Little Shop of Horrors. It's the first time we will be doing anything on New Years Eve. I am so excited!

I Think I Just Found My New Hero(s)

Ok, so for Christmas I got two CDs from my little sister. Oh my God! She knows me so well, so she was like my music fairy. I got Gavin DeGraw's Chariot and The Fray's How to Save a Life. I think that Gavin DeGraw is my new idol. He is INCREDIBLE. Kakos would be proud, I am sitting here listening to him, and I keep going, "Hey! This song is a great representation of Romanticism!" I know, kinda strange, considering it is winter break and all and I really don't have to think that hard. Also, I got my sister the DVD of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and while I was watching it on our new TV in the basement, I realized how much it could be considered Dark Romanticism. I mean, Wonka is the host, the kids are the guests, and the factory is the mansion. Fine, call me a freak, I don't care. I just pick up on these things.

So, anyway, I think Gavin DeGraw is going to be my inspiration. He writes all his on songs, and that's kinda what I think I am doing. He is now added to my list of heros.

Ready! Set! Break!

Today is the last day of the semester, and man, did this one go by fast! All my finals were decent, and I am just happy that this semester is over. I was way to stressed, it wasn't healthy. So, no more yearbook. Yipee! I mean, it isn't like i didn't like the stuff we did, but I am taking really hard classes and that on top of it wasn't even funny. I had no "ME" time, and when I don't get "ME" time, it isn't pretty. Halfway done with sophomore year, it seems really crazy. Now I have 3 weeks just to relax. Only definites I have are tomorrow...buh-bye braces! I can't wait, I've had them for far to long.

Ah, Snow

I LOVE it when it snows. It gives me a viable excuse to stay inside where it is nice and warm, in my comfy clothes and sit in my big chair and read for hours on end with a steamy cup of hot chocolate by my side. Or just sit and write. Or watch movies. Good comedies or musical masterpieces. It is so cold today, it isn't even funny. The first Saturday in a very long time that I would have had an excuse to stay indoors and I have to venture to Koebel Library for a volunteer thing. I get to go help little kids make holiday crafts for an hour. It may sound stupid, but I really secretly enjoy it. I love seeing how proud they are of themselves when their moms pick them up and they show off their goodies, then they point to me and say "And she helped me make it!" It just feels like I am doing something worthwhile. And it is actually beginning to feel like Christmas...and who knows it may be a white one.

A Confession

Ok. I'll admit it. I am a Girlie Girl. Yes, my favorite color is pink. Yes, I hate camping. Yes, I am not a huge fan of hard rock music. Yes, in fact, I own two poodles, and tiny ones at that. I enjoy Meg Cabot books. I like painting my nails. I like talking on the phone for hours about absolutely nothing. I like reading Jane Austen books.

Fine, so sue me. But I am not afraid to speak up for myself. I am my own person, and I am not about to change who I am.

Sad Songs Have the Most Beautiful Lyrics

I am just sitting here listening to my music (a great pastime of mine), and I have noticed that so many of my favorite songs are kind of depressing. I wonder why that is. I have my "Happy Music" playlist and a playlist for when I am feeling a bit blue. Looking at both these playlists, I have far more in my sad playlist than my happy one. Tons of Howie Day songs are just downright depressing, same with most of the music from Wicked. Maybe that is why I get so bummed out sometimes. But the sad songs have some of the most beautiful lyrics, and this is what I am kind of aiming for now that I have somehow decided to write poetry/songs. Here are some of my favorite snippets of lyrics from my "Sad Music" playlist:

"I wanna be the heart for which you fell"--Nine Days, from the song "Revolve"

"The best part of 'believe' is the 'lie'/I hope you sing along and steal a line"--Fall Out Boy, from the song "Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year"

"Meanwhile I'll hide my head/Here in this paper bag/'Cause if I can't see you then you can't see me/And it'll be okay/Fly little bee away/To where there's no more rain and I can be me"--Anna Nalick, from the song "Paper Bag"

"You carry your blues behind your eyes/Don't flatter yourself/I will survive/So carry you blues/Your own denial/Your feathers are gone/You'll never fly"--Nine Days, from the song "Bitter"

The Hidden Poetess

I have been writing poems lately. I never really thought I could write poetry, but the last few weeks they have just been pouring out of me. I found a little pink notebook that I keep with me wherever I go, just in case I am somehow suddenly inspired by something. It got kind of hard to just keep them to myself, so I decided to share them with two of my closest friends. Amazingly, they loved them. The more I think about these poems, the more I want to somehow make them into songs that I could accompany with my guitar. But they are really personal, so I feel really protective of them right now. I want to break out of this protective shell that I surround myself in and share them with more people, and I think I have come up with a way to do just that. I am going to submit a few to the Muse, the literary arts magazine at Arapahoe. We'll see how it goes and if I get in.