This holiday has let me down one to many times. I am officially boycotting it now ;)
But I do love this...........
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Cha-Cha-Cha- Changes
Recently everyone in my life has been trying to change me. I am not quite sure why, but everyone seems to have an opinion on what I should look like and how I should be behaving. What gives other people the right to decide what is best for another person? I mean, if the worlds most perfect person came up to me and had some advice for how I too could perfect myself, I might listen.....but when people who's lives are far from perfect start trying to tell me what color my nail polish should be, there is a problem.
The crazy part is that after awhile you start to listen to these people. You start to question yourself and your style and your hair and then you realize.........I am where I am today because of who I am. I am where I am today because I am the girl that rocks BLOOD RED (its not black!) nail polish, has a pink streak in her hair and thinks motorcylce boots with a dress is sexy.
You sometimes have to take a step back and realize that if you changed your style and your image to be what these people want you to look like and act how they want you to act.......you would be just like them. You would never leave your Orange County safety net and you would be getting nose jobs, boob jobs and lip injections hoping to make yourself look so "perfect" on the outside, no one would realize how fucked up you are on the inside. You would spend all your time trying to meet a rich guy with money, instead of figuring out how to be successful on your own.
Guys in this town act like they want the girl that has a good head on her shoulders. They say they want to meet a girl that dates them for them, not for the money. But it's all a bunch of bullshit. They want the mindless piece of arm candy that allows them to treat them like dirt and will never have an alternate opinion as long as the bottle service keeps coming to the table and the Louis Vuitton luggage sets keep showing up under the Christmas tree. They want the girl that they can dress up like barbie and show off to their friends and she has to be dumb, because any chick with 1/2 a brain would see thru their shit in seconds and realize, " you aren't rich, you're just maxing out your credit cards, your drug use isn't recreational- its a problem, you are a few 6 packs away from being fat and you are quite possibly bi-polar, if not plain flat out fucking crazy" and she would run away as fast as she could in the other direction.
The crazy part is that after awhile you start to listen to these people. You start to question yourself and your style and your hair and then you realize.........I am where I am today because of who I am. I am where I am today because I am the girl that rocks BLOOD RED (its not black!) nail polish, has a pink streak in her hair and thinks motorcylce boots with a dress is sexy.
You sometimes have to take a step back and realize that if you changed your style and your image to be what these people want you to look like and act how they want you to act.......you would be just like them. You would never leave your Orange County safety net and you would be getting nose jobs, boob jobs and lip injections hoping to make yourself look so "perfect" on the outside, no one would realize how fucked up you are on the inside. You would spend all your time trying to meet a rich guy with money, instead of figuring out how to be successful on your own.
Guys in this town act like they want the girl that has a good head on her shoulders. They say they want to meet a girl that dates them for them, not for the money. But it's all a bunch of bullshit. They want the mindless piece of arm candy that allows them to treat them like dirt and will never have an alternate opinion as long as the bottle service keeps coming to the table and the Louis Vuitton luggage sets keep showing up under the Christmas tree. They want the girl that they can dress up like barbie and show off to their friends and she has to be dumb, because any chick with 1/2 a brain would see thru their shit in seconds and realize, " you aren't rich, you're just maxing out your credit cards, your drug use isn't recreational- its a problem, you are a few 6 packs away from being fat and you are quite possibly bi-polar, if not plain flat out fucking crazy" and she would run away as fast as she could in the other direction.
Check it
I recently went to the Gen Art premiere of the movie "Be Kind rewind". At first I had no idea what to expect and I wasn't even sure what the movie was about...but about 15 minutes into the movie you are hooked. This movie makes you appreciate movies and why we love them so much. It makes you want to go out and film your own movies and inspires the creativity we all have inside us. Its nice to see a movie that doesn't involve mass murder, blood guts, sex, raunchy humor and violent language for a change. Go see it!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I love it, I love it, I love it
If this doesn't remind you of a relationship you've been in at least once in your life, you haven't loved ;)
"Foundations"
Thursday night,
everything's fine,
Except you've got that look in your eyes,
when I'm telling a story
And you find it boring you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with and then drop it
And you humiliate me, in front of our friends.
Then I'll use that voice what you find annoyin'
And say something like
"intelligent input darlin' why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I won't give a shit.
My fingertips are holding onto the
cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't.
You said I must eat so many lemons,
'cause I am so bitter.
I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate,
'cause they are much fitter"
Yes it was childish
and you got aggressive
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
Your face is pasty,
'cause you've gone and got so wasted,
what a surprise,
don't want to look at your face,
'cause it's making me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.
Well I'll leave you there till the mornin',
and I purposely won't turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
"Foundations"
Thursday night,
everything's fine,
Except you've got that look in your eyes,
when I'm telling a story
And you find it boring you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with and then drop it
And you humiliate me, in front of our friends.
Then I'll use that voice what you find annoyin'
And say something like
"intelligent input darlin' why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I won't give a shit.
My fingertips are holding onto the
cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't.
You said I must eat so many lemons,
'cause I am so bitter.
I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate,
'cause they are much fitter"
Yes it was childish
and you got aggressive
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
Your face is pasty,
'cause you've gone and got so wasted,
what a surprise,
don't want to look at your face,
'cause it's making me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.
Well I'll leave you there till the mornin',
and I purposely won't turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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