There is beauty in music. When I pre-order a CD on iTunes, it’s like magic on the morning that it starts to download, when it’s officially out.
Jason Mraz just released his new live CD, Jason Mraz’s Beautiful Mess- Live on Earth. Being an admirer of his music anyways, I knew I would like this CD before even hearing it. But I’ll be honest, when I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect to fall in love. Continue reading “[Day 84] Thank you, Kelsey”
I love that it’s 7:34 in the morning and something good already happened. Every week on Fridays, Jason Mraz’s Twitter asks for fan questions, and then on Mondays (or in this case, Tuesdays) he writes a blog post with 12 of his favorite questions. I’m sure you can already guess why my day’s so good. 🙂 Continue reading “[Day 28] There’s a party at the end of the world”
Dear Jason Mraz,
*insert project details here* 
Romantic and social success eludes me for some reason. In turn, this has caused me to lose faith in myself for everything else in my life. I don’t trust myself to be able to hold onto a friendship or even a halfway decent appearance anymore. I’ve been lying to myself for a long time now, pretending to be something I’m not in order to slide under the radar. It’s gotten to the point where I find myself staring into the mirror, loathing what I see and what I won’t let anyone else see. This self-inflicted emotional torture has done and will do me no good. Continue reading “[Day 12] This will find a way to you if it kills me”
Baby, don’t hurt me. [too late] Fun fact: my high school’s graduating class of ’09 used that song for their graduation song. Thoughts? I think it’s dumb.
Continue reading “What is Love?”
There comes a point in my life that I have to admit some things about myself. I’m bossy, I’m mean, I’m a dork, and most of all, I am very stubborn. This stubbornness makes it hard for me to change my mind sometimes, but when I do, it’s often quite drastic. These are the top ten things in my life that I never expected to enjoy, but do. Continue reading “Ten things I never thought I’d enjoy”
(Sing today’s blog title to the tune of “let’s get physical!”)
So I’ve become more and more attracted to music, specifically rock music, that uses historically classical or “big band” instruments in this newer genre. I think putting a grand piano-not a keyboard-, a violin, full orchestras, or trumpets in rock music is really neat.
Continue reading “Classical Rock”
As much as it pains my pride to admit it, I am again partaking in a phenomenon popularly described as “American Idol”.I can’t help it. The show is addicting. Even my mom thinks so. Continue reading “American Idol 09”
Monday, I saw no politics blog. Tuesday, I saw no sports blog. Friday, I saw no issues blog. Saturday, I saw no Creepy with Craig. I know for a FACT that all of you were here. What the heck, guys??
I was going for a clever alliteration, but it just sounds creepy. Darn. So as I frantically print out information for our debate scrimmage with the high school across the valley tomorrow (yeah man that’s what I do with MY Valentines Day. Woo. Can I get a N-E-R-D???) since I left our box at school (we left it. WE. Stupid Bart), I’m thinking a lot. Job outsourcing can only hold so much of my rapidly declining attention span.
What have I been thinking about? Well, in between daydreaming about Jason Mraz and Chris Hardwick, I’ve been thinking about happiness. I’ve not always been the happiest person. In 7th grade I wrote my color poem about the color black, and I believe there was a quote in it that said my heart was black and the world is black and whatnot. Thankfully, I have moved past that phase and now I’m just depressed on the inside. (I may look happy kids but I’m CRYING ON THE INSIDE) Not really. But these past few months have not been the best few in my life, but at the same time, they’ve been the most enlightening.
To keep my mind off my emotional difficulties, I channel all of my emotional energy into Jason Mraz. I read his blogs over and over. I listen to his music no matter what I’m doing. I cyber-stalk him. (My spellcheck does not like the word “cyber”. However, it seems to think that “cyberpunk” is a viable, sensible choice to replace it with) Whatever. It keeps my imagination busy, so my non-emotional portion of the brain (a very small portion) can focus on things like school and debate and such. I’ve become emotionally numb to everything else. Bart doesn’t want to hang out at lunch and I have to go eat my bread and cheese in my Forensics classroom? Meh. I’ve got Jason Mraz on my iPod. The guy I like has a girlfriend? I find a new Jason Mraz interview on YouTube. See what I mean? It’s all about prioritizing. It’s probably not the healthiest way to deal with my problems, but at least I’m dealing with them. At this phase of my life, I don’t think I really want to complicate things with a relationship unless I am 100% committed, and I don’t know if I trust anyone enough to do that. And in realizing that, guess what? I’m happy! It snowed today, and I’d left my jacket in my locker, so I had to walk to some of my classes outside, but I didn’t care! I spun in circles and caught snowflakes on my tongue. I don’t remember when the last time I did that genuinely was. Also, it’s Friday the 13th, and I haven’t ruined anyone’s life! (I hope that doesn’t inx me, I’ve still got a couple hours) Friday the 13th has not been good to people I know. Sorry.
And then I reached a new level of spiritual enlightenment in Forensics yesterday when I was in an exceptionally homicidal mood. Stupid sophomores wouldn’t shut up. Anyways. To calm down, I wrote down my happy place in my journal. This happy place is my escape from reality (and no, it doesn’t involve Jason Mraz. At least not the PG happy place) (I’m totally kidding) (kind of). I would suggest writing down a happy place to anyone. I look at it now when I’m angry or annoyed and it calms me. I’ve decided to share this tidbit of my insanity with all of you, and I invite you to post your own happy places in the comments!
I’m in a coffee shop in Italy. It’s warm inside, but outside it’s a bit chilly. I’m sitting at a small table in the window wearing comfy jeans and a warm, auburn sweater, looking out at a cobblestone sidewalk and the reds, oranges, and golds of fallen leaves. It’s sunny, and I’ve yet to see someone walk by without a smile. Inside, I’m sipping a late, rich and warm. It slides down my throat smoothly, without burning me, and it travels down my chest, leaving me feeling light and tingly. There is a small notebook in front of me, open to a blank page, and a dark orange pen is uncapped on top of it. There is an empty, dark red chair opposite of me, the same kind that I’m sitting in, but it doesn’t bother me. I bask in the absolute silence.
So this blog is mostly rambling. Sorry. I’m in a weird mood.