Sunday, July 11, 2010

With a Beginning

Whats a girl to do,
When she smells like glue?
And all her friends,
Have run away.

There is nothing to do,
And absolutely nothing to say.
Nothing is everything,
And everything is to pray.

Pray for the beginning,
Pray for the end.
Pray that God will someday,
Send you a friend.


Sometimes when I'm talking to a person and they comment on my hair or something I'm wearing it makes me pause. Are you complimenting me because you can't think of what to say? Say anything to fill that awkward silence that is our conversation? Or maybe you are sincere. What if everyone who gave a compliment actually meant the opposite of what they said? "Wow, I love your new hair cut, it's so cute!" -Translates to- " Wow, what an awful hair cut, are you a lesbian now?" Maybe I think about this too much or maybe I just hate compliments. Besides thank you, what do I say? How do I respond? "You like my sneakers! That's awesome! I love that you like my sneakers, I am complete now!" (Note to self- No more exclamation marks)
I am listening to my sisters Eclipse soundtrack. It's a good CD, I love track 4 and 5. Florence and the Machine is my drug of choice currently. When I listen to her sing she makes me want to dance around like a "willow", as they did in the classic film The Trouble With Angels. Right now I am reading Book of a Thousand Days by Shannon Hale. It's wonderful! It has sucked me in and I only stopped reading because my eyes got fuzzy. It is my goal to read all of her books, except The Actor and the Housewife. A friend of mine, with lovely taste in books, said it was disappointing and unlike her other books. We have it on the shelf at the shop but, strange as it may seem, not many people look at the Fiction section. But I love buying them for the shop because often times they have interesting covers.


----Over and Out----

Sunday, July 4, 2010

First and Foremost

My first blog, welcome me to this new age contraption.
I hate when you're getting started on something online and they ask those same awful questions. Favorite Books-Favorite Music-Favorite Movies, and any of the like. Am I the only one who thinks this is frustrating? Yes I do have favorites of these but I hate picking them. What if the others find out I didn't list them as my favorites? Will Little Mermaid and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants attack me in my sleep? With music its even harder for me to choose. My music tastes involve mood swings and cravings, sort of like a pregnant woman I suppose, not that I would know. And I suppose there is always that pathetic fear that someone will read your profile and curse you for listening to, heaven forbid, Ashlee Simpson or something. Poor girl, I'm not the only one who has used her in this sort of sentence.
Will you only read my blog or acknowledge my existence if I have wicked taste in entertainment? Blah, enough ranting. So I now have a blog, thanks to my brother. Couldn't have done it without him! I am going to use this to motivate myself to write more and get my finished stuff online. Any and all are welcome to read what I have to say, sorry if its not to your liking.