Well, I really don't want to tackle my mountain of essays. So I thought I'd leave you a short little summary of my life. Lately, it's been madness, spazz, and simply living for the nearest Friday. I can make it! So while my heart is in Ohio(Hawthorne Heights reference, anyone?) I've been sitting here blaring random music. Very random music. "Drive All Night" by Springsteen is eternally jammed in my head, along with "Fire" which is just perfectly sexy. And then there's my obsession with the new My Chemical Romance song...but nothing quite sums up life better, or more frighteningly than the following song:
Katy Perry "Peacock" Warning: This song is highly disturbing. And this is coming from the girl who blares Blood on the Dance Floor. C'mon baby, lemme see what you're hiding underneath. Don't be a shy kinda guy, I bet it's beautiful. Yes, the lyrics are so horrifying the song has lodged iteslf in my brain. And traumatized me. Thanks Rach...I wake up in the middle of the night with flashbacks. It's times like these I thank God furniture and walls can't speak.
Peace, Love, and Rock n' roll
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Here I Go Again.....
Bonjour, bonjour! Loves to all!
Life has been oddly nice. Though I've been crushed under mountains of essays and studying and essays, damnit all I do is write pointless essays, I digress. Anyway, other than school being a nuissance, things haven't been bad. If I can distract myself away from my stress, which I'm getting reaaallly too good at, I'm in a perfectly fine mood.
And it seems that as I look back on this blog post, the only thing I can think of is moving forward. I'll just keep on walking, numb my past as it fades away, and let the future stand far off. I've been thrown right back into a tail spin of emotions, and I'm pretty sure if I keep spinning, I'll just fall right into your arms.
Cheese. I love thee.
Summer's picked its feet up and run away, leaving a chilly breeze and leaves slowly beginning to crunch. October? already? It's a bit frightening and overwhelming. Last night I saw the stars shine just like they did out my window in the summer. I was freezing, lack of insulation leaving my shaking in a hoodie and skinny jeans, but things warm up fairly quickly around here if you're in good company.
I'm not sure what's going on, but I like it. A lot. I like it so much, that I'm exploding with happiness to the point that I can no longer sleep. I just wake up and smile, and dance around my room. Family thinks I'm high. Friends know that I'm high. Short and sweet today, stay lovely.
Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
Song of the Day:
Life has been oddly nice. Though I've been crushed under mountains of essays and studying and essays, damnit all I do is write pointless essays, I digress. Anyway, other than school being a nuissance, things haven't been bad. If I can distract myself away from my stress, which I'm getting reaaallly too good at, I'm in a perfectly fine mood.
And it seems that as I look back on this blog post, the only thing I can think of is moving forward. I'll just keep on walking, numb my past as it fades away, and let the future stand far off. I've been thrown right back into a tail spin of emotions, and I'm pretty sure if I keep spinning, I'll just fall right into your arms.
Cheese. I love thee.
Summer's picked its feet up and run away, leaving a chilly breeze and leaves slowly beginning to crunch. October? already? It's a bit frightening and overwhelming. Last night I saw the stars shine just like they did out my window in the summer. I was freezing, lack of insulation leaving my shaking in a hoodie and skinny jeans, but things warm up fairly quickly around here if you're in good company.
I'm not sure what's going on, but I like it. A lot. I like it so much, that I'm exploding with happiness to the point that I can no longer sleep. I just wake up and smile, and dance around my room. Family thinks I'm high. Friends know that I'm high. Short and sweet today, stay lovely.
Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
Song of the Day:
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Are You Feeling This?
So I failed to post in a few weeks. I went on vacation, started school, and then got vacuumed into this giant blackhole of homework and some new friends. I should be writing an English essay for Dolphin's class, and, yes, my English teacher is named after a sea creature.
First of all, vacation was utterly fantastic. Bar Harbour was great, beautiful, and set as if fall had already began to take over. Went on a whale watch and saw about 6 whales right off of the boat. You could hear every one of them exhaling and inhaling. And then the ride back was frigid and windy and I almost fell down about ten times, but a nice guy from Washington D.C. kept catching me. Convenience. We went to a country club right next to the ocean. I soaked in the hot tub and slept on a lounge chair. Definitely woke up feeling like P. Diddy. Or Obama, apparently his family went to the same place when they were in Bar Harbour. Swanky. We chilled with the family, celebrated my cousins birthday, and finally left early in the morning to go to NYC. We spent an entire day driving, and taking the train into the city. And, yeah, I felt like a movie star stepping out of Penn Station with my black Wayfarers on.
I've never seen so many people in my entire life. Getting out of the taxi and stepping into Times Square, it was as if the entire population of Wexford just emptied out and walked the streets. An entire world of cultures just milled about, taking pictures, running across streets, strutting in gorgeous clothing. Though it sounds obvious, the fashion there is so much more alive. I'd have a lot more fun dressing there than here. Then, of course, there was the food. I didn't eat a bad thing the entire time we were there. Even the concierge at the hotel wasn't bad! We ate every five seconds, trying to taste the food from every section of the city. Italian food was unbelievable. I gorged myself on pasta. Yay carbohydrates!
We crossed almost all of Manhattan in two and a half days. We must have walked over 60 blocks in one day. Hence my blisters. China town, Little Italy, Soho - and the purchase of a couture coat that I'm very much in love with - Times Square, The Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Battery Park, Ground Zero, Central Park, Fifth Avenue, the Plaza. It was expensive to practically step into the Plaza. A glass of wine, a pot of hot chocolate, a cheese sampler platter - thanks to mom - water, and $100 later I was charmed and amazed by the entire thing. I know that if I were ever to visit or live there by myself, I'd never be able to live so extravagantly. By the time I left, I was in love, and flying over the city, I knew I'd have to return. I'm thinking NYU has just made it to the top of my college list. It's my only motivation to push myself in High school and right this freaking essay.
High School...well it is where dreams go to die. As long as I have my friends, work hard, and ignore the classes where I know basically no one, I'll be fine. It's a bit harder than you'd think though. Of course the biggest explosion of drama lately has been Homecoming. I've been avoiding the topic as of late, until I couldn't stand the thought of it and began ranting. Now maybe I have a date...that I asked because I'm impatient like that. And it's my homecoming, not his. Yeah, I'm that weird type of girl that will buy a guy a drink at a bar and make the first move. I know what I want. Hehe. Slut comment of the day! Really the only thing I'm excited about this is being with my friends, getting glammed up, and dancing. This slow dancing middle school awkwardness needs to end now.
Anyway, I've been on this high that I can't shake. It's only fueled by music, mass amounts of nevershoutnever and a new mix cd Ms. Feeler gave me. Might explode. My face hurts from smiling. My lips hurt from smiling....just from smiling right. *hinthint* Really the only people reading this already know. Smile, people, smile.
Peace, Love, and Rock n'Roll
Song of the Day: Blink "Feeling This" The video for this song speaks for itself.
First of all, vacation was utterly fantastic. Bar Harbour was great, beautiful, and set as if fall had already began to take over. Went on a whale watch and saw about 6 whales right off of the boat. You could hear every one of them exhaling and inhaling. And then the ride back was frigid and windy and I almost fell down about ten times, but a nice guy from Washington D.C. kept catching me. Convenience. We went to a country club right next to the ocean. I soaked in the hot tub and slept on a lounge chair. Definitely woke up feeling like P. Diddy. Or Obama, apparently his family went to the same place when they were in Bar Harbour. Swanky. We chilled with the family, celebrated my cousins birthday, and finally left early in the morning to go to NYC. We spent an entire day driving, and taking the train into the city. And, yeah, I felt like a movie star stepping out of Penn Station with my black Wayfarers on.
I've never seen so many people in my entire life. Getting out of the taxi and stepping into Times Square, it was as if the entire population of Wexford just emptied out and walked the streets. An entire world of cultures just milled about, taking pictures, running across streets, strutting in gorgeous clothing. Though it sounds obvious, the fashion there is so much more alive. I'd have a lot more fun dressing there than here. Then, of course, there was the food. I didn't eat a bad thing the entire time we were there. Even the concierge at the hotel wasn't bad! We ate every five seconds, trying to taste the food from every section of the city. Italian food was unbelievable. I gorged myself on pasta. Yay carbohydrates!
We crossed almost all of Manhattan in two and a half days. We must have walked over 60 blocks in one day. Hence my blisters. China town, Little Italy, Soho - and the purchase of a couture coat that I'm very much in love with - Times Square, The Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Battery Park, Ground Zero, Central Park, Fifth Avenue, the Plaza. It was expensive to practically step into the Plaza. A glass of wine, a pot of hot chocolate, a cheese sampler platter - thanks to mom - water, and $100 later I was charmed and amazed by the entire thing. I know that if I were ever to visit or live there by myself, I'd never be able to live so extravagantly. By the time I left, I was in love, and flying over the city, I knew I'd have to return. I'm thinking NYU has just made it to the top of my college list. It's my only motivation to push myself in High school and right this freaking essay.
High School...well it is where dreams go to die. As long as I have my friends, work hard, and ignore the classes where I know basically no one, I'll be fine. It's a bit harder than you'd think though. Of course the biggest explosion of drama lately has been Homecoming. I've been avoiding the topic as of late, until I couldn't stand the thought of it and began ranting. Now maybe I have a date...that I asked because I'm impatient like that. And it's my homecoming, not his. Yeah, I'm that weird type of girl that will buy a guy a drink at a bar and make the first move. I know what I want. Hehe. Slut comment of the day! Really the only thing I'm excited about this is being with my friends, getting glammed up, and dancing. This slow dancing middle school awkwardness needs to end now.
Anyway, I've been on this high that I can't shake. It's only fueled by music, mass amounts of nevershoutnever and a new mix cd Ms. Feeler gave me. Might explode. My face hurts from smiling. My lips hurt from smiling....just from smiling right. *hinthint* Really the only people reading this already know. Smile, people, smile.
Peace, Love, and Rock n'Roll
Song of the Day: Blink "Feeling This" The video for this song speaks for itself.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Not Like I Used to Be
So any average scene-indie-emo kid would speak of dreams, wanting to move to a big city live in a crap apartment with their partner in crime, a lifelong boyfriend or a best friend, work in a crappy coffee shop job while supporting their band, or novel, or art gallery. And yes, just maybe I'd always wanted this...my fun beginning where I'll meet indie-dark-haired-mucisian charming prince man and have my own little family with a fence and a dog and two kids, Ryden and Cassandra. Yes, I have planned that out. Only this is because the dream supports my own moral, or belief, or whathaveyou, that love is the only thing that will ever matter. I don't want money, which I'd need to find that apartment in NYC and to fund my eclectic wierdo expensive fashion taste; I just want my best friends and husband and kids.
Which I've said before, but I have to keep reminding myself. And I'll let it prop me up against all the fame and beauty I could be jealous of. But having a guy is not all that matters. I've got my friends and family to love, and that's okay. When the right guy presents himself, right is the key word in that sentence, there have been plenty unwanted presents, I'll just lick it up like icing on a cake. That wasn't supposed to be sexual. But it really, really sounded that way. Fail. But I'm happy with this, and apparently this is the happiest I've ever been, like my father said. I hope you can find it, too.
The reason for this post is because, wait for it....drumroll I'm going on vacation tomorrow! Here the angel choir sing! Flying to Boston, driving to Bar Harbour, taking the train to New York City. I will be reading, if I can find my book, and listening to music through my obnoxiously large Skull Candy headphones. It's all about the aesthetics for a bit here.
This week has been incredible. My birthday on Monday was amazing. Ms. Feeler and my other wife went to the zoo, and ate cake, and Ms. Feeler 'Spencer Smithed' up the hill. We have officially freaked out the neighbors too many times. Then, I had a bunch of my girls over Friday night. We went to see Scott Pilgrim. As surreal and trippy as it was, Trippin on Balls, I enjoyed it. But as the weekend came in, everyone went home, Ms. Feeler went to Vermont, and I'm exhausted to no end. And I still need to pack.
Mostly, I just miss Ms. Feeler. To a ridiculous amount. We didn't go more than 5 or 6days this summer without seeing each other this summer. 9 might kill me. I might have to storm her family on our way to Maine. We'll just make a left turn and end up in Vermont....right. We're definitely a married couple. Deal with it!
On a side note, jealousy over celebrity crush girlfriend hate thing needs to end. I just watched a video of Brendon Urie dedicating a song his girlfriend and there was HATE in the comment section. Okay, girls, as much as we love him, please realize that you will never, ever date him, or have a chance. It's something that crushes a million teenage girls a year, but even the Jonas girl freaks get it eventually. He's happy, they're adorable together, that's all that needs to be said. Brendon Urie happy, is basically all that matters. And he and Spencer churn out another goddamn record. I'm getting impatient.
Anyway, Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll. Love you and talk to you in a week.
Song of the Day: "Three Little Birds" covered by Bden.
Which I've said before, but I have to keep reminding myself. And I'll let it prop me up against all the fame and beauty I could be jealous of. But having a guy is not all that matters. I've got my friends and family to love, and that's okay. When the right guy presents himself, right is the key word in that sentence, there have been plenty unwanted presents, I'll just lick it up like icing on a cake. That wasn't supposed to be sexual. But it really, really sounded that way. Fail. But I'm happy with this, and apparently this is the happiest I've ever been, like my father said. I hope you can find it, too.
The reason for this post is because, wait for it....drumroll I'm going on vacation tomorrow! Here the angel choir sing! Flying to Boston, driving to Bar Harbour, taking the train to New York City. I will be reading, if I can find my book, and listening to music through my obnoxiously large Skull Candy headphones. It's all about the aesthetics for a bit here.
This week has been incredible. My birthday on Monday was amazing. Ms. Feeler and my other wife went to the zoo, and ate cake, and Ms. Feeler 'Spencer Smithed' up the hill. We have officially freaked out the neighbors too many times. Then, I had a bunch of my girls over Friday night. We went to see Scott Pilgrim. As surreal and trippy as it was, Trippin on Balls, I enjoyed it. But as the weekend came in, everyone went home, Ms. Feeler went to Vermont, and I'm exhausted to no end. And I still need to pack.
Mostly, I just miss Ms. Feeler. To a ridiculous amount. We didn't go more than 5 or 6days this summer without seeing each other this summer. 9 might kill me. I might have to storm her family on our way to Maine. We'll just make a left turn and end up in Vermont....right. We're definitely a married couple. Deal with it!
On a side note, jealousy over celebrity crush girlfriend hate thing needs to end. I just watched a video of Brendon Urie dedicating a song his girlfriend and there was HATE in the comment section. Okay, girls, as much as we love him, please realize that you will never, ever date him, or have a chance. It's something that crushes a million teenage girls a year, but even the Jonas girl freaks get it eventually. He's happy, they're adorable together, that's all that needs to be said. Brendon Urie happy, is basically all that matters. And he and Spencer churn out another goddamn record. I'm getting impatient.
Anyway, Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll. Love you and talk to you in a week.
Song of the Day: "Three Little Birds" covered by Bden.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Becoming Who We Are
Bonjour, bonjour, how are you darlings? Or the two to three people who read this. Ah, well. So my summer is just about winding down, next week full of orchestra camp, my birthday tomorrow, bonfire, something Friday, and then two days till vacation. I'm quite excited. We're going to Bar Harbor, which is totes where the Obama's went on vacation, and then spending 3 days in New York City.
Leaving Pittsburgh is....great. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the place, but I want to see bigger, better, less Steeler-centric things. I want to travel the world, see what I've been missing in this bubble. And I've always wanted to go to NYC. Not to mention I have some new sexy Guess jeggings to wear, which I might be in love with.
So I was going to attempt to say something epic as it's my last blog of being 14, but there is nothing. Other than I've had one of the best years of my life, finally found some place and fun and happiness. And the friends that matter more than anything in the world to me. They made this year and I hope they all know how much I love them. I haven't accomplished a ton, other than academics and violin solos. I've just experienced more, seen more, felt more, loved more. My eyes are open, my heart is open, my head is full and it's been pretty great looking back on it. There weren't any tragedies, nothing dramatic enough to kill my mood forever, and for that I'm grateful. I have more than I could've ever hoped for.
Cheers to another year of my life, 15 bitches!
*coughCHAUNCEYcough* ahem, I have a sore throat, my apologies. hehe
Song of the Day: There isn't one song to sum up what has happened, only an entire explosion of music running through my mind, but it can't be orchestrated into one song. So, maybe just for my future trip, "New York City Serenade" This song is one of the most beautiful I can think of.
Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
Leaving Pittsburgh is....great. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the place, but I want to see bigger, better, less Steeler-centric things. I want to travel the world, see what I've been missing in this bubble. And I've always wanted to go to NYC. Not to mention I have some new sexy Guess jeggings to wear, which I might be in love with.
So I was going to attempt to say something epic as it's my last blog of being 14, but there is nothing. Other than I've had one of the best years of my life, finally found some place and fun and happiness. And the friends that matter more than anything in the world to me. They made this year and I hope they all know how much I love them. I haven't accomplished a ton, other than academics and violin solos. I've just experienced more, seen more, felt more, loved more. My eyes are open, my heart is open, my head is full and it's been pretty great looking back on it. There weren't any tragedies, nothing dramatic enough to kill my mood forever, and for that I'm grateful. I have more than I could've ever hoped for.
Cheers to another year of my life, 15 bitches!
*coughCHAUNCEYcough* ahem, I have a sore throat, my apologies. hehe
Song of the Day: There isn't one song to sum up what has happened, only an entire explosion of music running through my mind, but it can't be orchestrated into one song. So, maybe just for my future trip, "New York City Serenade" This song is one of the most beautiful I can think of.
Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Musical Madness
I could get used to this, friends and parties and pool and texting and talking all the time...interspersed with practicing and reading for summer reading, which is taking a ridiculously long time. I'm on panic cramming mode, but I have so much else going on I'm just zoning out to music to take a breather.
So....more Nevershoutnever. This song fits now. I'm turning fifteen in five days. Between the Taylor Swift song compared to this, it is quite entertaining. This is my fifteen, loves. Can't love Chris too much more. So what he might be a pot smoking jerk? pshhh:
Hey Monday "I Don't Wanna Dance" This is a message to all creepers/pedos. I don't wanna dance, I just wanna have fun, and you're not the one. Get yo hands off me. Yes I said yo.
The Brobecks "Love at First Site" Could it be love at first sight or should I walk by again? That pretty much says it all.
Panic! at the Disco's cover of Radiohead's "Karma Police" Yeah, yeah, yeah it can't compare to the original, something just comforts me in Brendon Urie's voice, so I'm posting this one. This song speaks for itself.
And, finally, Beyonce "Check On It" I love this song, and it's confidence and beyonce's beautiful voice and just her beautiful self make this song gold. Check on me tonight.
On that note, Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
So....more Nevershoutnever. This song fits now. I'm turning fifteen in five days. Between the Taylor Swift song compared to this, it is quite entertaining. This is my fifteen, loves. Can't love Chris too much more. So what he might be a pot smoking jerk? pshhh:
Hey Monday "I Don't Wanna Dance" This is a message to all creepers/pedos. I don't wanna dance, I just wanna have fun, and you're not the one. Get yo hands off me. Yes I said yo.
The Brobecks "Love at First Site" Could it be love at first sight or should I walk by again? That pretty much says it all.
Panic! at the Disco's cover of Radiohead's "Karma Police" Yeah, yeah, yeah it can't compare to the original, something just comforts me in Brendon Urie's voice, so I'm posting this one. This song speaks for itself.
And, finally, Beyonce "Check On It" I love this song, and it's confidence and beyonce's beautiful voice and just her beautiful self make this song gold. Check on me tonight.
On that note, Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
Saturday, July 31, 2010
All the Pretty Girls
Sooo....I really don't want to do my summer reading packet right now. i just finished my first book and have two more to read in less than a month. Holy crap. It's cram time, btiches. The five hour train ride from Boston to NYC this summer actually sounds really helpful. I'll just sit there with my earphones shoved in my head blaring my music. Which will probably be New York City Serenade, Empire State of Mind, or Jungleland. And yes, I like the music to be a soundtrack of my life.
Tonight I'm distracting myself with Brendon Urie picspam. I've already stayed up all night goofing off with my friends mindlessly. And often we end up watching random band videos. Why? Because a video of Brendon Urie air thrusting midsong is better than feasting on more goldfish and watching Teen Mom.
If I sat here and posted all my favortie videos and pictures of him I'd be here all night. So I won't. All I know is that they're sadly not playing new stuff in China, as Zach said on LJ, but for the love of god throw us a freakin bone here! GAhhhhhh. Mother truckin long time for an album early 2011.
Deep breaths, abby, deep breaths.
I will be patient and wait for the album because it will be best for the boys and the music blah blah blah....ya they need to at least release a single...or finish the "oh glory" clip. And that does not mean add fake audio porn to the end of it! Distrubing! I won't even explain that! Random creeper fangirls doctoring song clips. Shudder. Anyway, I had to rant. Fall Out Boy isn't releasing anything in the near future hence the hiatus, Paramore's on tour and I'm missing it which pisses me off, but whatever, and All Time Low is releasing an album early 2011 too. so then I have two wives, on of which misses me and my other wife, and the other is keeping my hoodie hostage, jk take your time I don't miss it, it's hot, and has stolen my v-card.
Not that I didn't enjoy it. So basically I'm tired, insane, impatient, filled to the brim with creativity to write, but NO! I have to do summer reading. Blerg. Just
Blerg. C'mon panic, make my night here....shirtless photos will not silence fans.
Song of the Day: All the Pretty Girls by Fun.
Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll. Btw, that picture of us was taken late at night after watching Live in Chicago continually. And I was suffering from some feverish disease. Probably brought on from the sexiness.
Tonight I'm distracting myself with Brendon Urie picspam. I've already stayed up all night goofing off with my friends mindlessly. And often we end up watching random band videos. Why? Because a video of Brendon Urie air thrusting midsong is better than feasting on more goldfish and watching Teen Mom.
If I sat here and posted all my favortie videos and pictures of him I'd be here all night. So I won't. All I know is that they're sadly not playing new stuff in China, as Zach said on LJ, but for the love of god throw us a freakin bone here! GAhhhhhh. Mother truckin long time for an album early 2011.
Deep breaths, abby, deep breaths.
I will be patient and wait for the album because it will be best for the boys and the music blah blah blah....ya they need to at least release a single...or finish the "oh glory" clip. And that does not mean add fake audio porn to the end of it! Distrubing! I won't even explain that! Random creeper fangirls doctoring song clips. Shudder. Anyway, I had to rant. Fall Out Boy isn't releasing anything in the near future hence the hiatus, Paramore's on tour and I'm missing it which pisses me off, but whatever, and All Time Low is releasing an album early 2011 too. so then I have two wives, on of which misses me and my other wife, and the other is keeping my hoodie hostage, jk take your time I don't miss it, it's hot, and has stolen my v-card.
Not that I didn't enjoy it. So basically I'm tired, insane, impatient, filled to the brim with creativity to write, but NO! I have to do summer reading. Blerg. Just
Blerg. C'mon panic, make my night here....shirtless photos will not silence fans.
Song of the Day: All the Pretty Girls by Fun.
Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll. Btw, that picture of us was taken late at night after watching Live in Chicago continually. And I was suffering from some feverish disease. Probably brought on from the sexiness.
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