Monday, November 8, 2010

No song. This is to important


Sunday, November 7, 2010

"Watch out now, 'Cause im just too fake for the world. I don't like it but its true."

I hate it how random people do this. You think you were the first. No. Shut.The.Fuck.Up. Try since 3rd grade. Try hating yourself since 3rd grade. Stop it. You think your cool because you do it. But STOP. YOUR NOT. ITS FUCKING ANNOYING. You don't even know how mad. I don't even know why. I used to not care. But knowing random people do it FOR NO REASON that makes me mad. Some people do it to do it. To get attention. To say they have. But really. Thats FAKE. Yes. FAKE.
Fuck off haters.

Friday, November 5, 2010

"And the world will role pass clearly. SUNSHINEEEE"

I have convinced myself that you hate me. I feel like that other girl you hate. But then you love. But you still hate. You pretend to like people so often that I have even noticed. You still talk to me, but I bet you talk ABOUT me to other people. I feel like you don't approve. Or you just use me to look better. You don't even invite me to things. I feel like a follower, a stalker, a hater, a copier. And that list could go on forever. I sit at homes on my friday nights. I want too. I like being alone. I like going to bed early. I like being home alone. I hate being social. I hate being fat. I hate pretending. I love being with you. I love texting him. But thats probably it. I hate looking at other people and thinking how easy they are. They are the 3 things that come so easily to them, but not to others. Skinny. Pretty. And Popular. Not to mention they actually have boobs. They can tell their parents anything. They can go to the hospital. Their parents actually believe them. Their parents don't try to know everything in their life. Their parents actually say goodnight to them, not only their siblings. But their parents actually know what's going on with them.

But, wait. That's all the things I actually want. . .

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Roll it up

Take a bit; lil' bit; roll it up; take a hit; feelin' lit; feelin light; 2am summer night<3

Kid cudi again.


It's kind of sad, how much of a stoner he is. But I still love him. Speaking of Kid Cudi, I was talking to a guy, not saying any names, and we were talking about music and Kid Cudi and he was saying about how much of a stoner he is and he will probably die of drugs, and I said when that day comes, I will cry myself to sleep and kill myself so I can be with him (as in Kid Cudi) and the boy said that he hoped that day wouldn't come<3

I.almost.pee'd.myself. (as Ella would say).

But thats all. No more happy love stories. It probably won't work out, my heart is torn between 3 guys I am too embarressed to even tell my best friend. The 4th one is creeping in... Hopefully 3 will then run out... If I'm lucky. (which I won't.)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Im on the Pursuit

"I’m On The Pursuit Of Happiness And I Know Everything That Shines Ain’t Always Gonna Be Gold I’ll Be Fine Once I Get It; I’ll Be Good"

I will succeed I just need to work for it.
I will live I just need to breath every once in a while
I will get you, I just need to show I like someone for the first time in years...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Hey baby

"Hey, Hey bebe OH AHHH! I wanna knowwwwwww if you be my girl<3"-Avid

I have decided that I will now start all my blogposts with a lyric from a song. some will be good. some will be bad (like this one..)


"Wowza's I just made a mess in my trousers"-Eminem

I cannot believe how fast this all went. I always do this. I meet someone, think I like them, but then realize within a day, wait. I don't even know them.. They don't go to my school, for all I know they could be some sick pervert that everyone hates. Or maybe even a cocky bitch.. Have I been done that road already? YES. I want to believe Hey, maybe this time it will be different. Maybe HE is different, maybe he is more mature.. And think about it, no one could ever know... 

But then I face reality. He could be a whore. He could cheat. He could try and get in my pants. I face the endless possibilities and fight with myself. But maybe he's cute! Or maybe he's an ass. But he could be so nice, it could so nice. Or it could be a disaster. Oh the possibilities.. Maybe by facebook stalking him, he looks cool. But this is the 8th guy I've done this with? It needs to stop. Or it could be wonderland<3

Monday, November 1, 2010


Today may just be the first day my day was made on the bus. I was talking to a guy.. and we were kind of talking about how we would hook up with each other, but there were complications. We then noticed something written on the seat that had a cell phone number and said call if you are a girl.

If you really knew me, you would know I would call that number.

A freshmen answered. Guess who made a new best friend today?

Sunday, October 31, 2010

I'm not saying I don't have anyone to trick or treat with.. I'm just saying... I just don't want to.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Ahh herro

Sorry. Haven't been in the mood lately. Got really tired... and lazy.. But I'm gonna be more deep.... I think.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Day 6- A letter to a Stranger

Dear stranger,

I don't know you. hence 'stranger' But I would love to get to. Maybe your interesting? Maybe your a bitch. I want to hear all your secrets tumble out of your mouth. I want to become best friends with you. I want to have sleepovers every weekend, staying up till dawn, and sleeping in past daylight. I want to be with you 24/7.

Considering your not a bitch.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Day 5- My dreams

Well. I have really weird dreams. Like one time I dreamed that statues of lions came alive and tried to eat me, but I was to fast for them because they had been statues for too long. Suck on that Lions.

But my dreams are to become a vetranarian. Thats also my parents dreams. I want to write though, write about sweet stories of horses surviving tragedy, or cute bunnies being found in a dogs mouth. The simplest to the most thoughtful things imagined. I would also love to swim. I love being a mermaid and it would mean the world to me to still swim in 20 years. Those are my hopes and dreams, lost in the world of reality.

Sunday, October 24, 2010


Stop saying it was rape. Because that was not rape. If you think that was rape you have no fucking clue. Compare the two. Rape is wayyy different then what happened that night. It almost pisses me off how say that. Just STOP.

Day 4- A sibling or a closest relative

Alex, your my older brother. I love you even if you don't know it. I support you in every which way. We have our moments, usually giggling under blankets with a flashlight and a fail of a fort. Almost like the movie sibling love, the one we have always secretly wished for but covered up with hate and beatings. You make wrong choices. Then scare me with your new personality before you get embaressed and act like your usual self again. You share secrets with me, even if it is only when your drunk. We have a bond like no other, I hope you would find this someday. The other day you gave me a hug for the first time in years, I even cried a little. Your embrace was like heaven to me, when I get sad I think about it. You never know how I feel about you, but you can tell when somethings up.
I love you Alex.

xoxo, your only sister.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Wrong hole, dumbfuck.

Day 3- A letter to My Parents

I wish you understood me. It would help a lot. I wish you would check. It would explain everything. I wish you would care. It would make me stop.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Day 2- A letter to your crush

dear crush, I have NO idea who you are. But when I do, I guess I'll have to tell you? :)

I don't know who you are.
I wish I did.
I would tell you all my secrets.
And we could wish away the world.
We could see each other everyday
And blush at the each others names
We could go to the beach and be alone,
not scared of awkwardness
I don't know who you are.
But I wish I did.<3

Thursday, October 21, 2010

i am so tired.. i want to die in a hole. Goodbye world.

Day 1- Letter to my bestfriend

I am gonna start off with saying, that I have other best friends. I feel bad picking only one. But Ella just really sticks out on the crowd and no matter what can always be there for me.

Ella, you make my life. Whether it starts off with your funny comebacks, hanging with the guys, or having the guts to tell me anything to everything. I love you. No matter what, I can talk to you, even if it involves disrupting you and Hugh.  I can't even describe in words how important you are to me. I can relate to anything with you, and you can do the same back to me. I tell you everything, and know your listening. You are so special to me, I can't even describe it in words. I love you, and.... GET SOMEEEEEE.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


I am writing a book. I don't have a name for it. So as I am writing this, it is a file on my laptop named 'book'. Yeah. Creative, huh? My book is weird. It is definatly not something you could see a 13 year old girl writing about.. But if you must know, its about a guy who is in a war, and was shot, captured by the enemy, and locked up into a cell. He then meets a rat, that goes from cell to cell to see people. Everyone in the place knows and has seen this rat. His goal is to escape and kill the guy that had shot him and nearly killed the rest of his group. Tell me if you want to read it, I would be happy to post it. But its a bit gory, but I have to say one of my best work.

I feel like I must.

I think a blogger kind of has to do this? or maybe its just me. but lets try to not fail.

  • Day 1 — Your Best Friend

  • Day 2 — Your Crush

  • Day 3 — Your parents

  • Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)

  • Day 5 — Your dreams

  • Day 6 — A stranger

  • Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

  • Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

  • Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

  • Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

  • Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

  • Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

  • Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

  • Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

  • Day 15 — The person you miss the most

  • Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

  • Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

  • Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

  • Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

  • Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

  • Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

  • Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

  • Day 23 — The last person you kissed

  • Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

  • Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

  • Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

  • Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

  • Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

  • Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

  • Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

  • i start tommarrow.

    Tuesday, October 19, 2010

    KiD cUdI

    Have I ever said I was obsessed with him? No? Well I am. He amazing, and I love him. He came out with a new song, Erase Me feat. Kanye West. Best.Song.Ever. It sounds like nothing he has ever done before, but I am in love with it. I kind of already know all the words? Yup. Pretty much. Buy it. Love it. Share it.

    Monday, October 18, 2010

    Adventure Time!

    Adventure Time! This picture made me really happy, and I thought of Ella. Yes ella, be jealous and feel free to re-blog to enter it into the world of Tumblr!

    Saturday, October 16, 2010

    (Fill in the blank) Disorder..?

    This picture says so much on how I feel. If I show this too her, this is the only way I could ever explain it.

    How can I tell her? How can I even bring something like that up? She doesn't even know what I've done to myself.. I could have two things.. I don't feel normal, i feel so fucked up. I feel so awkward. I laugh inside when people look at me and don't even know a thing about me. I hate it when you think I'm crazy for things I have done at my age.. I feel so different. So out of place in this family. I feel like no one knows what I am going through. I feel so stupid. I know this isn't a hormone thing. I know it. Why do I have to feel like this? I feel so wrong... Why do I feel the way I feel? Just give me an answer? Why?

    Thursday, October 14, 2010

    Gay, Straight, Lesbian, Bisexual..

    Oh choices, choices.. Which one to chose?
    But thats not why I am writing this, I am writing this because people always say Gay is ok, and Lesbian is too. But then they go on with Gay people are awesome and they are so cool! I love gay people. And, yes, I am gonna admit that I used to too. But that really stood out to me. If people are so cool with other people being gay, then why do you act like they are some different species? Yeah their personalities may be awesome, but any person could have an amazing personality, this person just happened to be gay and you wanted to say that. Yeah, I used to say Oh I want a gay best friend when i am older! But think about, gay people are just people. They just get an adjective to put in front of it that people like to look for. If you are talking about gay people, think about it, and see if that person says they are awesome and i love them! But then i hope you think of this and say Gay people are people. They just get an extra adjective to put in front of it. I hope you notice that too. I know it really stood out to me. 

    Wednesday, October 13, 2010

    I Hate You

    I Hate Her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. Yes, I know how strong the word hate is. But she is a bitch. I hate Her. She has no right to share that information with him. She has no right to judge me like that. She can't tell me what to do like that. I can't wait to get out of here. I can't wait to get away from her.  I need to be away from her. She can't judge me like that or say things like that. She can't share stuff about me about down there to him. I hate her.

    But I guess thats what comes with having a mom..... i hate her so much.


    I went music shopping yesterday FINALLY. and got some pretty awesome songs heres some:
    Crank Heart by Xiu Xiu
    I luv the valley OH! by Xiu Xiu
    Grass by Animal Collective
    The mending of the gown by Sunset rubdown

    Enjoy! I know you'll love them!

    Tuesday, October 12, 2010

    PoSt TiTlE hErE? I'll pass.

    You know that group you have always wanted to be in because they all have the one thing you have always secretly wanted? Maybe all the guys, eternal friendship, good grades, skills, ect.. You may be happy with who your friends with, i know i am, or you may be looking for a way out... Well lets cut to the chase. I want that talent. I want to be able to skateboard up ramps and do 360's I want to do that. I want to be on Rob Dydrek's Fantasy Factory jumping into the foam pit. I want that totally hot but careless look. I want to go on rails and be boarding at insane speeds with the wind in my hair and not feeling out of place when i walk into Zumies. Now, I am not saying I want to get into drugs or alchol or anything, which is almost racist when you associate the two. But I do want to skateboard, so bad I twitch everytime I watch the show. But I guess thats life?

    I hope your as passionate about something too.

    Monday, October 11, 2010


    I was bored, sorry I keep calling people out like this. I just got some inspiration by a song and I remembered this picture. Enjoy. :)

    Love youu girlllllllll<3

    Sunday, October 10, 2010

    I apologize

    I am sorry. I over-exaggerated. I really liked him. He was so sweet to me. But then we hung out, and he is one cocky bastard. He wants something that I am not willing to give him. Ever. He's trying way to hard to get in my pants and I am wondering if its all just an act now. I thought about it all last night. If you are good enough for her I am no where good enough for you. I want you out of my life faster than you came in. You want to much that I don't want to give you. You want to be alone with me. But honestly, I don't even know you. You don't go to my school. We have met once before this. I feel like your just trying to get her jealous. I don't want you anymore.

    Whats wrong with me?
    I feel like I am pregnant with a declawed baby tiger.
    I hate medicine.

    Saturday, October 9, 2010

    Crushing harder than a rock

    I am so glad I met you. I was so confused at first. You made me look like dumb shit in front of my friends. But you told me it was to protect me. I will believe anything you say. I will want to do anything you want. I want to be alone with you. But whenever i see you looking at me, I feel like we are alone. I know you felt the connection too. I know you say something in me 3 months ago at the party. I know you broke up with her for me. When ever I text you, and when I am writing this right now, I have butterflies in my tummy. I hope this turns into something. I hope you read this and don't find me an idiot. I like you a lot. I know how my friends feel now. I hope we turn into something more than friends. I will fight for us. We already have jokes. And i know you will protect me against her. You say the sweetest things to me, and it hasn't even been 24 hours.. How do you make me feel like it's been ages?

    Friday, October 8, 2010


    Bleh (2)

    bleh. Got cut in the leg ON ACCIDENT. Went to the ER, cant swim for 10 days. Must wear sweatpants for 10 days. Got infected, now i have to drink this nasty medicine that makes me throw up and not only kills the bad bacteria but also the good bacteria. Now my throat throbs everytime i drink that medcine and I have to take a pill to get the good bacteria back. I HATE SCISSORS.

    Gillian S.

    Gillian, you made my day at recess today.

    I love you.
    I hope this made you happy. :)

    Thursday, October 7, 2010



    Yes. I understand. I am FUGLY. I hate my face and my body. I am actually kind of bi-polar about my body. I hate it. I hate my chest. I hate my stomach. I hate my face. But i love my thighs, and arms. Somedays i will keep the thought out of my mind and ignore it.  Somedays I will refuse to wear shirts and just put on a tank top and sweatshirt to cover up my fatness. I hate looking at people who's boobs are tumbling out of there shirts and bras with their flat stomachs under it and say why can't I be like them? But other days I am proud to be different and laugh at people who look at my flat chest confusingly. But my face. My face looks good with my makeup caked on and my hair flowing around it. But with my hair and bangs up, my glasses on, and zero makeup. I understand when people call me ugly. Why can't I be like those gorgeous girls with perfect bodies and all the boys wanting to FUCK them. Why do I have to pretty much cover my fatness with layers of clothes? Why? Give me a reason.

    Tuesday, October 5, 2010


    Dude, words can't explain our relationship that developed so fast.
    I want to admit to you that I didn't even know your name in the beginning. But we had already clicked.
    I don't want this to end, I want us to be friends and only friends. Every time I see you in the hall, a feel my self blush and I try to hide my smile. But I don't like you.. I love you? But only as friends. Your my best friend ever :) You make me so happy, your hilarious. I want to hug you, but I'm not sure that it would be the right thing to do. I love eating paper with you and freaking out the teachers. I love it every time we talk and run out of things to say that it gets awkward. I love how we can talk and feel like the only two in the room and let every thing else disapear around us. I love your hair and how you poke my back to scare me. I love you as a friend and I hope it won't end...

    Monday, October 4, 2010

    Whos gonna hit the home-run first?

    How come our school is SO perverted? Well, maybe perverted isn't the right word.. I guess far, like BASES far. Lots of girls like to play baseball at our school (if your following me [and no, this isn't meant towards YOU]) But girls at our school just get so horny, i mean its kind of ridiculous. How come so many girls have gone so far at the age of 13. It makes me wonder what is going to happen next year, and the year after that.. and if anyone is going to get pregnant....


    You are bad at making decisions. You just need some help along the way, because you know the right one your just not sure if you should chose it. As of being your friend, I have noticed that you put people before yourself. "Well, i want to chose him, but then I don't want to hurt him. You always go along with a lot of things because your scared it might end if you don't. Your a great friend, with a great personality and I know that you know the right and wrong decision. Your just having trouble putting your foot down. I'll always be here for you. I hope this made you smile, babe.

    Sunday, October 3, 2010


    "Everyone has a secret." 
    How many times have you heard that saying? 
    Well, its kinda true. Some people's doesn't matter, some peoples does. Some peoples secret can affect them in specific occasions (AIDSSS) Some people's affect their everyday lives.. Thats me. Well, it feels like it. Even if I may not show it, i hate myself for my secret. Sometimes I feel like people look at me different for it.. Maybe it's because i feel like everyone knows... All because I told one person. Of course I am not mad at that person, if you knew (which you probably do) then its kind of a hard secret to keep closed up. Or maybe I am just a forgiving person. I mean I am friends with the boy. I find it interesting to hear just how much the story has been changed between person. But i feel like people judge me by it. I don't want people to not like me just because of what they heard about me. I used to hate myself for it but I guess over the years I learned to just live life and not live in the past. But what can i say? Maybe secrets are just life?

    Friday, October 1, 2010

    World of Jenks

    I thought this show would be bad, because i mean it looks so cheesy. But this show is amazing, its emotional and heart touching. I started crying, they really let you get to know the character and explain it as it goes on. Not to mention the theme song is the best one possible.

    Thursday, September 30, 2010

    From flat to fat

    Heres my body: head, neck, flat chest, fat stomach, down there.., big thighs, knees, big calves, and then my huge wide feet. My body sucks. What people don't get is that, i understand I'm flat. I don't care, i make fun of myself with my friends. And other people joke around with me. Everyone thinks its the end of world if they had my chest. But you don't see me dying do you? Sure i want to have something, but I just think to myself its gonna come some day. And then i laugh it off. :) But then you go further down my horrible figure, you will see my fat stomach. So I swim, i swim everyday sometimes twice a day. Its making some impact but not enough. I deal with it, I hate it when people call me fat. Thats the one thing i can't take. When my skinny friends call themselves fat, that also makes me uncomfortable. I am constantly trying to hide my stomach but it doesn't work because I always forget, but if nothing works I'm going to do 8 minute  abbs. :) hehe I'll try it out and tell you guys how it works out ;)


    How come I have so much to say about you but never have the words to say it? How come every time someone says something mean about me I feel like its you? How come you blame everything on me, when its obviously you? How come you don't even smile when you see me in the halls? You make me feel like I'm the one causing the problems. When we know that I am obviously not.


    I have a fear of squirrels. They are so scary, some run from you. But some stay, and bark. THEY'RE SO SCARY. I was with my friend and my dog was wrapped around a tree barking at a squirrel and the squirrel came right next to my head and started barking. I thought.I.Was.Going.To.Die. My friend laughed, but i had to wait like 5 minutes before my dog unwrapped her leash. We then ran to the end of the block and almost fell down laughing. I looked back and the tree and the squirrel was running after us. We sprinted away laughing. But i almost pissed my pants I was so scared...

    Sunday, September 26, 2010


    Cutting, i LOVE cutting. Its a great hobby. Oh, I'm sorry, i love cutting T-shirts. Give me a pair of scissors and a T-shirt and I will transform it right in front of your eyes.. I like to call myself the future Adam Saaks, even though I am no where near his level... Here are some pictures! sorry, horrible model.


    I am glad i know, too. I feel sad and helpless in this world full of cruelty. But to know that YOUR not normal, makes me feel... safe. I feel glad to be here. I feel glad to have a life. I feel glad to live in USA. I feel glad to live in a house. I feel glad to have a family. I feel glad to have friends. And i feel glad to have you. But even if you do that, even if your still a skinny girl everyone sees, I'm glad its not worse. You know what I'm talking about, and I am glad that only you knows what I'm talking about. I won't try to stop you, but help you through it. Because if we are random friends, we are... perfect. Not that cheesy ass perfect in movies, but the good kind of perfect. As in if i am speaking too a room full of 20 of the closest people I know, only you would laugh. Because we are... perfect.

    SEE. other people can look at this with puzzled faces. But only you would smile. i love you<3

    Thursday, September 23, 2010

    Convince me.

    Convince me that in the morning I won't be surprised if i get the call. Convince me that you will never do it again. Convince me that I can get closer and closer and closer to you again without fearing that it will all end up with me sobbing. Convince me that we can be friends again, because i feel like it was washed away with each and every one. Convince me that i won't get that call for at least another 10 years. Convince me that i don't have to wake up in fear. Convince me that i don't have to flinch at each phone call. Convince me that every noise my moms computer makes when it gets an email i don't feel like i should cry. Convince me that after my mom gets off the phone and sighs i don't feel like hiding. Convince me. Please, convince me.


    Is it me your talking about?
    Who is 'she'?
    Who is this whore you talk about when i'm not there?
    Is it me?
    Who is 'she'?
    Who is this person that you feel your so jealous of you hate?
    Is it me?
    Who is 'she'?
    I feel like its me, but i want to believe you that you still love me.
    Who is 'she'?
    Who is this girl that you wish to be?
    Who is 'she'?
    Please, who is she? Tell me before i lose it.
    Is it me?

    Tuesday, September 21, 2010


    "On your mark.. get set.. GO!" Is the last thing i hear before I am surrounded by water. Freezing water that sends warm shivers down my spine. My first thought is freezing, my second thought you may ask? Mermaid. I feel like a mermaid doing dolphin kick under water until my lungs bed for breath and i go up to the top streamlining and take my first two strokes before breathing, then it feels like the water is rolling off of me and I finish the lap, sad that the feeling is over before i know it.

    Saturday, September 18, 2010


    I was at school, got really dizzy and asked my social studies teacher if i could go to the nurse, she said yes and put on a smile and asked if i was okay. I looked at her with tears in my eyes i felt so bad and said no. She told me to just go. I ran down the hall into the bathroom and puked. I started crying my stomach hurt so bad. I went down to the nurse and told them what happened. My mom had to come pick me up. My mascara was rolling down in my face in black tears. If looking like that wasn't bad enough the passing period bell rang and i had to go to face my peers while i went to get my backpack. I kept my face down, people said hi and i waved. It was one of the most embaressing things ever. I got my stuff and my mom picked me up. I went home and threw up again. But what can i say other than i guess thats life?


    Why would you do that to yourself? Why would you intentionally do that to yourself? Of all the people in my life, it had to be you. But i know how. You pulled yourself down further and further, convinced that you couldn't pull yourself back up. But now your so deep, that you're convinced no one can rescue you. Your drowning in your own bad thoughts. But you're not only hurting yourself if thats what you think is happening. You're hurting me. Not to mention the other people that love you.

    Friday, September 17, 2010


    Finally, you have seen me, life, and hockey i guess whats next is music am i right? ok I like a LOT of music. Most of its weird.. But its good. The only types of music I don't like is country :p, and soft crap like NSN. ehhh.
    But here you go if you want some good music. For rap, i like Joe Budden, and Mr.Jones by Mike Jones. its not exactly rap but its good. And if you listen to Mike Jones, and you like it you got to listen to Kid Cudi start out with Pursuit of Happiness, then to Soundtrack 2 My Life and if you like that then you will like the rest of his songs.
    Ok, for DJ I love dj music. that stuff is AMAZING. its just perfect. I can't explain how good it is. But here are what i like: DeadMau5, Daft Punk, TRV$ DJAM (i have one of his albums, Fix Your Face, and i can burn you a CD if you want) and Princess Superstar. all of them are really good.
    For Modern Rock, Hockey is the best band you could ever hear. I also like TV on the Radio, The Fratellis, The Veronicas, and Silversun Pickups.
    For just weird shit i loveeeeeee Atmosphere, Semi Precious Weapons (They are a gay band, it has a bit of screamo, but its just awesome) Ratatat, and Adam Sky Vs. Mark Stewart. thats my kind of music. Enjoy.

    Want to hear about Life?


    noun \ˈlīf\
    a : the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead bodyb : a principle or force that is considered to underlie the distinctive quality of animate beingsc : an organismic state characterized by capacity for metabolism, growth, reaction to stimuli, and reproduction
    Or in life, things can happen. Whether its good, bad, funny, or sad. Sometimes great things can happen. Sometimes horrible things can happen. Sometimes depressing things can happen. Or sometimes hilarious things can happen. But the important thing to remember is that everything happens for a reason. 
    Say you eat a bad hot dog, you get extremely sick and you go to the hospital. Your puking everywhere. But then the doctor comes in. He is a substitute for your family doctor. But your his last patient. You guys fall in love and live happily ever after.
    This has happened to people before, just the simplest things that happen can lead to the greatest things you would ever find.

    Thursday, September 16, 2010

    Here is 50% of my life

    The Blackhawks, don't get me wrong i love them. I am in love with half of the players. I do get to go to special events, my dad works for them for god sakes. No, he is not a player. He is a the PR for them. (public relations) so he gets to do a ton of work for Mr.Wirtz, they ended up becoming pretty close. But when my dad goes to all the games or special events, he works. I get to go some of the time and it is awesome. But it bugs the hell out of me when people either don't understand me and think I'm spoiled or they think i just go there and sit there. But no, I am some what close to some of the players. And i do love them, but i think i do because they are my life, and i don't have much of a choice.

    Me, Myself, and I

    I have always wanted to make a blog. I just had to decide what kind of blog? Their are blogs about music, blogs about people themselves, blogs about fashion, but i thought why not a blog about life? So here it is. Your everyday blog about life. I will tell you funny stories, sad stories, good music, what my life is about and who knows what else? I hope you enjoy. It took a lot of courage to make this and if you secretly discover it, i hope you love it a lot. Its a secret. And you are now one of the who knows how many that know about it?