List of possible titles so far:
Fiber (What we lovingly call it now...just so we can make fun of it)
Ballad in E Minor (Because it's not a ballad, nor is it in E minor)
Worth It (Sounds a little too emo for me)
Collaboration Rhyming (Because, truthfully, that's what it was)
Questions for the Healer
Chance, Glance, Dance, Romance (A suggestion of four rhyming words given to me)
Pope Groping (...This really can't be explained)(Is also Jenelle's favorite)
Hope for the Broken
Hope for the Brokenhearted
Saved By Words
I'm taking it to a vote. Let me know which one you like the most. :)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Brass In Pocket
That freakin' song is so inspiring.
Anyway, I decided today to just start talking music with Alex. I opened it up with blaming him for my sudden addiction to I Believe in a Thing Called Love and from there we just talked...music. And it was good. So I'm just going on with my life. One day, he'll get it. I've learned that some boys just need time to realize what they have in front of them. So I'll wait this one out and take all the tears and impatience.
I just have a feeling it will all be worth it in the end.
That's part of why I'm still going with this song I'm writing. I wrote the guitar part for it last night, and I was going to bring it into class today to show Benedetti, but I was up late last night waging war on YouTube, so I slept through my alarm. Oh well. I've got the guitar part, now I just need to write the melody.
This should be interesting. :)
Anyway, I decided today to just start talking music with Alex. I opened it up with blaming him for my sudden addiction to I Believe in a Thing Called Love and from there we just talked...music. And it was good. So I'm just going on with my life. One day, he'll get it. I've learned that some boys just need time to realize what they have in front of them. So I'll wait this one out and take all the tears and impatience.
I just have a feeling it will all be worth it in the end.
That's part of why I'm still going with this song I'm writing. I wrote the guitar part for it last night, and I was going to bring it into class today to show Benedetti, but I was up late last night waging war on YouTube, so I slept through my alarm. Oh well. I've got the guitar part, now I just need to write the melody.
This should be interesting. :)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Look What We've Got, A Fairytale Plot
I don't even know where to start.
It was all so good yesterday. And then I felt like Cinderella when the clock struck 12.
It doesn't matter that we've got no attachments, or that she's apparently a floozy. All that matters is that said floozy was all over the prince and the prince wasn't drunk and the prince was perfectly comfortable with it.
And that makes Cinderella sob outside on the sidewalk, suddenly completely sober and very aware of the pain coursing through her. But all of Cinderella's friends and acquaintances surround her and hug her and tell her everything will work out. One or two of them offer to beat up the prince. But Cinderella says no because the prince doesn't deserve to be beaten up just because he changed his preference in girls.
And that was when Cinderella realized that life is never a fairytale and every prince that comes along is still just a stupid boy in the end.
It was all so good yesterday. And then I felt like Cinderella when the clock struck 12.
It doesn't matter that we've got no attachments, or that she's apparently a floozy. All that matters is that said floozy was all over the prince and the prince wasn't drunk and the prince was perfectly comfortable with it.
And that makes Cinderella sob outside on the sidewalk, suddenly completely sober and very aware of the pain coursing through her. But all of Cinderella's friends and acquaintances surround her and hug her and tell her everything will work out. One or two of them offer to beat up the prince. But Cinderella says no because the prince doesn't deserve to be beaten up just because he changed his preference in girls.
And that was when Cinderella realized that life is never a fairytale and every prince that comes along is still just a stupid boy in the end.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Song Writing? Che?!
Yes, indeed, inspiration has struck me in the ass again, and this time it gave me the first two lines of a song. And I was left to figure out the rest on my own. But I didn't settle for that. I turned around and bitch slapped inspiration and asked six girls for words that rhymed with the two I'd already gotten.
Eventually, I had compiled a fairly sizable list of words and turned it into something poetic-ish:
I’m fighting this feeling
With every fiber of my being
Staring up at the ceiling
Nothing’s all I’m seeing
Into sleep I am stealing
Your face while I’m dreaming
In the freefall I’m reeling
You’ve got me healing
Now, I realize I wrote my last poem for The Boy. That was simply expressing how I felt about him, though. This is going to be something very different.
I told The Boy the Story about the Twatwaffle. And his response was...well, perfect. "Holy shit!...It's people like that that give men bad, horrible names....If I were you, I'd run background checks on every guy you want to date from now on..." And the like. I told him I was being careful now, but I don't think he knows how careful.
Yeah, I joke around saying that we're going to get married, but I know the likelihood of that is very slim. Sure, he's perfect, but I'm almost twenty and I'm still healing from what happened two months ago. In other words, I have a lot of stuff to do before I can seriously consider saying that I'm going to marry someone.
I digress.
I want this song to show how careful I'm being, but at the same time, I want it to show how un-careful I WANT to be. Also, it's probably going to show how he just wiggled his way under my defenses. I can't help being careless around him, but I also can't help all my instincts telling me that I need to be cautious. After all, he's a boy. I barely know him, but I know he's one of the good ones. Nevertheless, that could change at any moment, and I'm still not sure if he's worth the risk.
I keep asking myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Can I be me around you
Or should I be someone else?
I may have to tweak that so it rhymes more.
I knew blogging would be good for me. I need to get all my thoughts out so I can shove them into poetic form.
I could risk falling
But now I'm stalling
I know it's appalling
That I keep on calling
I keep asking myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Am I good enough on my own
Or do I need to change for you?
I'm fighting this feeling
But every fiber of my being...
Is remembering another time
Another touch
Of one I loved
And I can't help but ask myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Will it hurt like before
Or will it make the pain go away?
Eventually, I had compiled a fairly sizable list of words and turned it into something poetic-ish:
I’m fighting this feeling
With every fiber of my being
Staring up at the ceiling
Nothing’s all I’m seeing
Into sleep I am stealing
Your face while I’m dreaming
In the freefall I’m reeling
You’ve got me healing
Now, I realize I wrote my last poem for The Boy. That was simply expressing how I felt about him, though. This is going to be something very different.
I told The Boy the Story about the Twatwaffle. And his response was...well, perfect. "Holy shit!...It's people like that that give men bad, horrible names....If I were you, I'd run background checks on every guy you want to date from now on..." And the like. I told him I was being careful now, but I don't think he knows how careful.
Yeah, I joke around saying that we're going to get married, but I know the likelihood of that is very slim. Sure, he's perfect, but I'm almost twenty and I'm still healing from what happened two months ago. In other words, I have a lot of stuff to do before I can seriously consider saying that I'm going to marry someone.
I digress.
I want this song to show how careful I'm being, but at the same time, I want it to show how un-careful I WANT to be. Also, it's probably going to show how he just wiggled his way under my defenses. I can't help being careless around him, but I also can't help all my instincts telling me that I need to be cautious. After all, he's a boy. I barely know him, but I know he's one of the good ones. Nevertheless, that could change at any moment, and I'm still not sure if he's worth the risk.
I keep asking myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Can I be me around you
Or should I be someone else?
I may have to tweak that so it rhymes more.
I knew blogging would be good for me. I need to get all my thoughts out so I can shove them into poetic form.
I could risk falling
But now I'm stalling
I know it's appalling
That I keep on calling
I keep asking myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Am I good enough on my own
Or do I need to change for you?
I'm fighting this feeling
But every fiber of my being...
Is remembering another time
Another touch
Of one I loved
And I can't help but ask myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Will it hurt like before
Or will it make the pain go away?
Friday, October 2, 2009
Zombies: A Guidebook
Today, I give you two sets of guidelines.
In becoming a zombie for a short period of time:
1. If you get liquid latex and you plan on wearing it for a long time, bring extra with you.
2. You don't tie your shoelaces. Ever. Not even after the walk has ended. You will be shunned by other zombies.
3. NEVER, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, put adhesive near or around your hair.
4. If you are using plastic 'wounds' and adhering them with latex/glue, make sure you either have more adhesive with you or make sure there is no chance that you will begin to sweat.
5. Get a theme to your zombie. Figure out how you died and run with it. Nothing is too extreme.
6. Always get extra makeup. You may not use it, but get it anyway.
7. Buy the baby powder with the makeup. Trust me.
8. Once zombified, do your damndest to scare the shit out of as many people as possible no matter where you are.
9. Wear comfortable shoes.
10. Stay in character. Zombies don't smile. They groan and moan. A lot. Constant groaning for brains and other unintelligible things is okay.
If zombies are attacking the earth:
1. Grab as many guns, knives, shears, and swords as you can get.
2. GET OUT. Keep moving and don't stay in one place for too long.
3. Don't take a bunch of food with you. Steal what you need and barter if you have to.
4. You need a vehicle that's large enough to roll over zombies and other cars without problem, but also something fuel efficient and not liable to roll over if you take a turn too fast.
5. Double tap.
6. Each night, conduct a thorough search of every body in the party. If anyone's bleeding from a bite wound, kill them.
7. Make sure there is at least one straight male and one straight female in your party.
8. If you're not in shape, you better get there.
9. Humans, when panicked, are stupid. Look out for the stupid ones and the zombies. One or the other will probably kill you.
10. There's probably no hope that all the zombies will be killed off for good. But just keep kicking ass and hope that one day the plague will be killed off. Then procreate like crazy.
There you go. Twenty simple rules.
:D
In becoming a zombie for a short period of time:
1. If you get liquid latex and you plan on wearing it for a long time, bring extra with you.
2. You don't tie your shoelaces. Ever. Not even after the walk has ended. You will be shunned by other zombies.
3. NEVER, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, put adhesive near or around your hair.
4. If you are using plastic 'wounds' and adhering them with latex/glue, make sure you either have more adhesive with you or make sure there is no chance that you will begin to sweat.
5. Get a theme to your zombie. Figure out how you died and run with it. Nothing is too extreme.
6. Always get extra makeup. You may not use it, but get it anyway.
7. Buy the baby powder with the makeup. Trust me.
8. Once zombified, do your damndest to scare the shit out of as many people as possible no matter where you are.
9. Wear comfortable shoes.
10. Stay in character. Zombies don't smile. They groan and moan. A lot. Constant groaning for brains and other unintelligible things is okay.
If zombies are attacking the earth:
1. Grab as many guns, knives, shears, and swords as you can get.
2. GET OUT. Keep moving and don't stay in one place for too long.
3. Don't take a bunch of food with you. Steal what you need and barter if you have to.
4. You need a vehicle that's large enough to roll over zombies and other cars without problem, but also something fuel efficient and not liable to roll over if you take a turn too fast.
5. Double tap.
6. Each night, conduct a thorough search of every body in the party. If anyone's bleeding from a bite wound, kill them.
7. Make sure there is at least one straight male and one straight female in your party.
8. If you're not in shape, you better get there.
9. Humans, when panicked, are stupid. Look out for the stupid ones and the zombies. One or the other will probably kill you.
10. There's probably no hope that all the zombies will be killed off for good. But just keep kicking ass and hope that one day the plague will be killed off. Then procreate like crazy.
There you go. Twenty simple rules.
:D
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