"Musique" is actually the title of one of my play lists on iTunes...but that's beside the point.lol
I've always loved "hardcore" music..(except when i was younger i was in love with all the golden oldies- dad's have such an impact)
But, you know, heavy metal, some screamo- ish, the basics. Bands like Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, We The Kings, The Chalice, Blue Eyes for Bed Light...stuff along those lines and now...
I've fallen in love.
with artists i haven't paid any attention to though they were right under my nose *hypothetically speaking*
like;
-Duffy, Amy Winehouse, Yael Naim, The Dixie Cups, Prince, Salt'N'Pepa, and more. Also, quite a lot of French music from Les Choristes to Notre Dame Le Paris.
i absolutely love Duffy's "Syrup & Honey" and Garou (the renown Canadian-French singer) his song *in Notre Dame Le Paris* "Danse Mon Esmeralda"
=)
♥.♥.
-peace

First of all: sorry (!) i haven't blogged for quite awhile because of all the hype of wedding fever in my neck of the woods.
anyways;;
I have had the biggest ironing fetish lately! I've gone through all my clean clothes and ironed everything from my under-clothing to my bf's sweatshirt. =)
I even stayed up into the wee hours of the morning ironing.=p
passion?
lol nope.
BoReDoM.
♥.

- going to Greenwood to shop. we stopped in Whiteland (?) for gas.
pulling into the gas station i saw a van with a guitar, drumset, and cute guys coming out. . . upon seeing this i first thought (before i saw their guitars and band members) that possibly they were in the marching band corps that comes to Indy.
Judging this, of course, by the size of the bass drum. lol Then i changed my mind into thinking they were some punk band who of which could possibly be just starting out with victory records or some other record company. . . so i quickly tried to memorize their faces. But the majority walked into the station. Telling mom to hold on, so i could see their faces she did what i should've expected from her.
she pulled up to the van where one of the band members were.
she asked them a few questions about the band and where they were headed (and we got some cool buttons =))
So, this blog's for you road-trip, Kentucky-bound, "girly hardcore" dudes; ahem, The Chalice.
hope you made it safely, and rocked out =p
(lol.)
Check them out at:
www.myspace.com/thechalicemusic
btw: just for kicks, tell them the girl at the indiana gas station sent you =)
♥.

I've totally been addicted to MuggleCast podcast on iTunes. . .
it's really interesting to listen to (!)
The jist is 6 crazed (lol) people or fans of Harry Potter come together and have long discussions on the beloved author and her creation.
Though i have read part of the series, but are not allowed anymore, i am really addicted to their talks . . .
so i suggest if you have an iPod and love:
(a) harry potter
(b) long discussions
(c) or all of the above
check them out. it's a free subscription to an awesome podcast that's a bunch of fun
=) enjoy.

P.erfectly flawed.
O.penly concealed.
S.incerely smartalic.
E.motionally blank.
U.nderstandingly clueless.
R.elyingly alone.




[jsyk. i've definately been on the biggest writing kick of my life, i haven't been able to put the pen down. i stay up all night writing, i take it to the dinner table. let me tell you, i'm obsessed with tree-pulp.]
how exciting.
=)

When i began this blog ((poseur.))
i had in mind that it would be a fashion-like blog.
then more of an online- public journal- a glance into me.
now,
i think it's just whatever i feel like writing, whenever i feel like writing, it goes down in pixels, and somehow comes together as a blog.
so don't be confused if it's not what you expected- someday what you expected will be put down on here,
but for now
it's for me.

I woke-up with an urge for trouble. A small chance to be rebellious.
just a taste.
one small indulgence of regret.
I got up.
Quietly, of course. I crept to my dresser and got out a sweatshirt, my iPod, and my cellular. I then, opened, went in, and shut my closet door, jumped on my shelf, and pried open my window. Then, i positioned mysef in the frame when i realized i left something important. . . my shoes.
With a sigh, i got back on the ground and grabbed my shoes while repositioning myself for take-off.
With a sense of mixed emotions.
Butterflies. Stress. Regret. Everything.
i jumped.
- with a relief. . . .no sound.
Now bursting with adrenaline, from my great escape, i put on my sweatshirt, shoes, and earphones. . . .
summoned a deep breath-
cleared my head.
and released with a bolt of lightning.
I ran, just the sidewalk & me.
Pounding the pavement, step-by-step, recollecting memories, forgiving and forgetting, crashing myself down and building me back up.
this was just me now.
my life. everything in it depended on God, my ambition, my trust, and me.
Finally, i ran to the park, sat on a bench, and released.
Sitting there, i let down my guard.
i was myself. I awakened my soul. No one to please. No one to impress.
me. and only me.
i sobbed, cried, wailed, even.
In a sea of people, i felt alone, different, weak. and
with a snap,
it changed.
i
changed.
I found myself. . . on a park bench, at 2:48 in the morning.
I found me.
Under my fake exterior
Under my false words
Under my forced provocative sense of style, mind, life.
forced. pressure. media. school.
life.



change. (i needed it, i did it)

Well, i am extremely proud to announce that my favorite blog ((and/or website on the internet)) is back on after a short break.

www.quietmilk.blogspot.com

Bianca is an extremely gifted writer and i absolutely love reading her blogs. . .
so i highly recommend you do too =0]

you'll definately like her.

Today at Church, i realized something, you know, something BIG and powerful, and never-ending.
Lately, i've been feeling kind of lonely. Like my life is paused, and everyone around me, their lives are on fast-forward. . . but lonely, and that's weird because i'm pretty sure this is the first time in a very long time that i've felt this way. [and i can't very well say i like it]
Anyways, at church i prayed. . .and i mean, i pray constantly each day wether i realize i'm doing it or not, but i prayed, fully conscious and full of emotions and i asked God- and myself [lol]
"God, why do i ever feel lonely? there is no way possible for me EVER to feel lonely because you are always there (!) and i can always talk to YOU"
and that's what's so great about our God, no matter what happens, or how i'm feeling, or in temptation: you are there. you love me. you stay by my side. you fill me with your presence. and you always provide a way out.
always:
you. are. there.

always.

wow, we are so blessed =]

[(i just thought i'd share that with you)]

okay, I know since the "racy" pictures of Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana came out. . . she's lost a lot of fans, but I still love her music [and show] lol =]
not to mention i absolutely adore her new song, "7 Things" ((some of the music video's a little weird)) but i ♥ it (!)
so here it is!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr0Wv5DJhuk

SO. Today i learned that my favorite blog, Quietmilk, has been put on leave. ='[






but on a brighter note (!)






i finally got an iPod after ending my summer job these past few days...which i will miss Camby and i can't wait to see what next summer will hold! *joyful scream*













i'm hoping next summer will hold:






-camp =0] with my camby crew<3

((oh how i love them all. . .))

-definately MORE of this boy =0]

^^ who is currently my lovely boyfriend

and i will be finally awaiting my 15th birthday!
which means i will be one year closer to driving, dating, piercings *lol*
and giving my mom even more headaches. ((just kidding..i'm NOT one of those kids))

CAN'T WAIT

so..i learned a depressing fact today. Not only is my first love *who broke it off* finally talking to me friend-to-friend again ((which i thought might be a sign that maybe we could patch things up again..)) but no, i find out through a little "creative thinking" that....he's in love with mine [and his] best friend.

BUT THE ABSOLUTE KILLER IS...
that when we were dating, i predicted this, and my best friend [who is also best friends with both of them] said it would never happen and that he REALLY did love me.
guess what!
she was wrong, i was right, and now time to face the music.
((man it's horrible composing.))
so tonight my hopes were up, held high, and now crashed all the way to the core of the earth were cockroaches are eating up the festering words.
[why do i snoop?]

okay, so i haven't blogged in a while ((sorry.)) v_v but i finally got home from work at my church camp *thank goodness for wk/ends* and then i went shopping with my older sister and watched my other sister get her belly-button pierced which was "exciting" i guess. =]
but i got these majorly cute boxer-pj-short things from Target and they're a-dork-able..
and that was pretty much my day.
exciting, eh?
.
yeah that's what i thought too

time for bed,
peace.

Blue as the moon that sits in September,
Red as the love we had once shared...please remember.
Green as the jealousy that poured through your veins,
and Orange as the headlights that crashed in your name.

Black as your eyes in the wind 'cross the way,
Gold as the sun as it shown on your face.
White is your skin in the way it should be,
and Tan is it now and all that you see....

she paints a perfect picture,
with a haunting lullaby,
she hangs her head in solitude,
she hangs her head to cry

she paints the perfect picture,
her emotions all afloat,
clears her eyes,
wipes her tears,
and voices her sore throat

she paints her perfect picture,
her color box is full,
she sings a song,
about herself,
how once she was his tool

she starts another picture,
the other one complete,
he took a bite out of her life,
and now he starts to eat

her perfect little picture,
is not as perfect as it seems,
but yet she lifts her worship up,
and to the skies she only sings

her perfect little artwork,
isn't quite complete,
but she bows her head,
clasps her hands,
and speaks of her defeat

her perfect little picture,
is painted and re-done,
God has given her guidance,
and peace with everyone

((((sorry it's so long!))))

Sunday mornings usually bring back memories...me losing my shoes (again.) and not finding them until 5 seconds before we're leaving, Mary not wanting to get up..and then when she does she cries the whole time, my dad turning on church music and singing into his "microphone" *a pen* in the living room, and my mom rushing around with my sisters and i trying to get everybody ready while putting roast, potatoes, and carrots in the oven.
And then, about 15 minutes before we leave, my mom, (2) sisters, and dad stand by the piano and do a quick run-through of the songs we'll be singing a little later at church and then we pile into the Chrysler and off we go to church.
Now, though, things are different, those two sisters are getting married soon, my mom's a little different, my dad's not here, and my shoes i have finally found once again....it's just the past that's gone now.

okay, despite the Fourth of July being high in accidents, E.R occupants, and noise..my holiday was pretty good.
i got to eat great food, have lots of fun playing "ring around the rosy" multiple times with my 4 years and under nephews (the falling down part being their favorite), and just bask in the glow of being refreshed, relaxed, ((lazy)), and alive.
just knowing that God had let me live one more day....made me joyful beyond possible joy.
so,
thank GOD.
and you might try thanking him to for at least being alive right this very second to read this...[just a thought]

oh, and I got to talk to some old friends on Facebook and talking about a possible meeting soon...
so through this blog, remember your times, and be happy...=0]