so, i'm pretty much done moving... woot! tis very exciting. its taken long enough, but i'm excited to move so its all good. oh, and btdub, moving sucks.
anyways, when me and my mom were going through some stuff in the basement, we came across a box of her old clothes from the 80's. i thought they were way cool, so i asked if i could have them, and she said sure. it was about three in the morning, and i decided to play dress up in them and make outfits out of them. its was fun. but, as she was handing me them, and showing them to me, all the tank tops, socks, shorts, shirts, blouses, etc. she would say something about them. each one brought back a memory for her, of being on the beach with her grandpa, or in the car with her boyfriend, or at a club with her best friend. there's a story woven into the fabric of each of them. of where she used to live, who she used to talk to, when she was however old she was at that time. its crazy how many memories can be stored in a place, or a ring, or a certain pair of shoes, or a toy, or a hat.
just going through all this stuff, maybe stuff you don't remember until you see it makes you realize that you really do have a lot of history to you, even if you are only fourteen. memories, after a time can seem to fade, dissipate, or sometimes even disappear. many things can trigger memories. scents. colors. tastes. images.
i wonder what it was like to live in the eighties... or the seventies... or the sixties... how different things might seem to us, from our point of view. how if we went back to those times, versus our parents going back to those times, we would probably be pretty lost. our parents would just be remembering.
i think its crazy how one person can have such a profound impact on others lives. we never know who could be watching, or listening. maybe someone could be having a hard time in life, and they overhear a conversation between you and your friend, and you say something profound/uplifting. the person that overheard you then decides, at that point that he/she needs to turn their life around. and they end up doing just that.
well, this has been more of a random sort of blog, but oh wells :P
good night everyone, sleep tight etc.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
warped tour '09!
this is just a list of the bands that are playing at warped tour this year, i've bolded my favorites:
3OH!3
A Day To Remember
A Skylit Drive
A Verse Unsung
After Midnight Project
Aiden
Alana Grace
Alexisonfire
All Time Low
Attack Attack
Bad Religion
Bayside
Big D and the Kids Table
Black Saints Cartel
Bouncing Souls
Breathe Carolina
BrokeNCYDE
Cash Cash
Chiodos
Dirty Heads
Drop Dead Julio
Echo Movement
Escape The Fate
Every Avenue
Forever The Sickest Kids
Gallows
Hit The Lights
I Set My Friends On Fire
In This Moment
Innerpartysystem
Inward Eye
Ivoryline
Ivy League
Less Than Jake
Longway
Madina Lake
Meg and Dia
Millionaires
NeverShoutNever
NOFX
P.O.S.
PHATHOM
Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Senses Fail
Shad
Shooter Jennings
Sing It Loud
Single File
Streetlight Manifesto
TAT
The A.K.A.s
The Architects
The Devil Wears Prada
The Maine
The Reverend Payton’s Big Damn Band
The White Tie Affair
There For Tomorrow
Therefore I Am
TV/TV
Underoath
Valencia
VersaEmerge
We The Kings
Westbound Train
You Me At Six
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
inspired by death cab
this is a poem i wrote last night, but didn't decided to post it till just now. its kinda lame, but it's my attempt at poetry:
reach up, touch the clouds
reach down, touch the grass
look up, see the moon
look down, see the fish
breathe in, smell the rain
breathe out, let go of doubt
close your eyes, and feel the sun
reach up, touch the clouds
reach down, touch the grass
look up, see the moon
look down, see the fish
breathe in, smell the rain
breathe out, let go of doubt
close your eyes, and feel the sun
Sunday, June 14, 2009
change... is a good thing, yes?
well, i am once again moving. where to, i am not totally sure. a week ago i thought cedar hills, three days ago i thought lehi, yesterday i thought alpine, now it looks like saratoga springs. i most likely won't be able to go to timberline... part of me wants to cry because of this. well, okay most of me wants to cry. but another smaller part of me is excited to go to a new school.
they are currently building a middle school in saratoga springs, so until it is finished i would go to the high school there. this terrifies me. but at the same time, its thrilling. i like meeting new people. i just hate being the new kid. having to tell everyone about yourself; i never really know exactly what to say. it gives you a chance for a fresh start, a clean slate. it just takes a while for me to be able to be myself around new people. but i really think if i just open up and try my best to not be shy, then i'll be okay.
the house in saratoga springs we're really interested in is five bedrooms, three of them being in the basement. the basement is finished, and has a kitchen. i'd be in one of the three in the basement. i'm excited to move. this house is walking distance from wal-mart, whoopee. i'd live five minutes from carlos, and about ten from alyse. i don't know how far from cosette and grant i'd be... its a gorgeous freaking house, the only drawback is the location.
i think if i didn't hate traverse mountain so much, i wouldn't be so excited to move. just the stress it puts on everyone is hard. although staying up till five or six packing, and going to del-taco at three in the morning is awful fun, all the while being on insane amounts of caffeine. so, that is one thing i'm looking forward to.
i'll miss this house at first, just because it's something familiar. it's what i'm used to. i am walking into this with an open mind, with open arms. i welcome the change. change is a good thing.
they are currently building a middle school in saratoga springs, so until it is finished i would go to the high school there. this terrifies me. but at the same time, its thrilling. i like meeting new people. i just hate being the new kid. having to tell everyone about yourself; i never really know exactly what to say. it gives you a chance for a fresh start, a clean slate. it just takes a while for me to be able to be myself around new people. but i really think if i just open up and try my best to not be shy, then i'll be okay.
the house in saratoga springs we're really interested in is five bedrooms, three of them being in the basement. the basement is finished, and has a kitchen. i'd be in one of the three in the basement. i'm excited to move. this house is walking distance from wal-mart, whoopee. i'd live five minutes from carlos, and about ten from alyse. i don't know how far from cosette and grant i'd be... its a gorgeous freaking house, the only drawback is the location.
i think if i didn't hate traverse mountain so much, i wouldn't be so excited to move. just the stress it puts on everyone is hard. although staying up till five or six packing, and going to del-taco at three in the morning is awful fun, all the while being on insane amounts of caffeine. so, that is one thing i'm looking forward to.
i'll miss this house at first, just because it's something familiar. it's what i'm used to. i am walking into this with an open mind, with open arms. i welcome the change. change is a good thing.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
we're all fools in this silly game we play
a life without love, would be like a life without sight. thus equaling major suckage to the utmost extreme. if you could not see the world around you, all its beauty... what kind of a life would that be? to walk around and hear the rain fall upon the ground, but not to see the affect it has on the trees? the rainbow that it leaves behind?
we all play the game so commonly known as love. we get hurt, time over time over time over time. and yet, we still continue. we do not cease. why is this? common sense would tell us quite simply that if you wish to not get hurt, if you wish to remain fully intact, then do not give your heart out. not even in pieces. that way you won't even need to mess with duct tape, you won't need anyone to help put you back together ever, and you will always have all of your pieces inside of you, where they belong. but what would be the point in that? for love has nothing to do with common sense. a wise young girl once told me "we are never whole as we travel along in life; we leave bits and pieces of ourselves in others." if you give a part of yourself up to someone, then don't you think you just might receive a part of them? that in return for your loss, you would gain something? perhaps this makes it worth it. but even if you feel it does not, there are other reasons you might think it fair.
the feeling you get when the one you love, the one that is ever so constantly on your mind holds you in their arms; the feeling you get when your lips touch theirs, even for the briefest of moments; the feeling you get when you glance up to see their smile of adoration towards you; the feeling you get when you look at your phones caller id to realize thats its them calling; the feeling you get when you think of them and feel such contentment just to have them in your life, and say yes, he/she's mine. all of these things make the heartbreak that so closely follows love worth it.
its just making these feelings last that is the tricky part. we want these feelings to stay, to never fade, to never falter, to never doubt them or in the person that is making us feel this way. we want to be able to believe in them. i think that that is why even when there is a problem in a relationship, or in someone you love, you don't want to see it, you don't want to believe it. so you don't let yourself. you put the blindfold on, and refuse to take it off. you don't want to see what lies in front of you. true, it would be easier to keep it on, but you would be living a lie. and the longer you keep that blindfold on, the more its going to hurt when you take it off and see the light. its so much better to take it off, and not have to go on living like that. so, if you see another fellow fool walking around with a blindfold on, please, help them out. lend them a hand. wouldn't you want someone to do the same for you?
we all play the game so commonly known as love. we get hurt, time over time over time over time. and yet, we still continue. we do not cease. why is this? common sense would tell us quite simply that if you wish to not get hurt, if you wish to remain fully intact, then do not give your heart out. not even in pieces. that way you won't even need to mess with duct tape, you won't need anyone to help put you back together ever, and you will always have all of your pieces inside of you, where they belong. but what would be the point in that? for love has nothing to do with common sense. a wise young girl once told me "we are never whole as we travel along in life; we leave bits and pieces of ourselves in others." if you give a part of yourself up to someone, then don't you think you just might receive a part of them? that in return for your loss, you would gain something? perhaps this makes it worth it. but even if you feel it does not, there are other reasons you might think it fair.
the feeling you get when the one you love, the one that is ever so constantly on your mind holds you in their arms; the feeling you get when your lips touch theirs, even for the briefest of moments; the feeling you get when you glance up to see their smile of adoration towards you; the feeling you get when you look at your phones caller id to realize thats its them calling; the feeling you get when you think of them and feel such contentment just to have them in your life, and say yes, he/she's mine. all of these things make the heartbreak that so closely follows love worth it.
its just making these feelings last that is the tricky part. we want these feelings to stay, to never fade, to never falter, to never doubt them or in the person that is making us feel this way. we want to be able to believe in them. i think that that is why even when there is a problem in a relationship, or in someone you love, you don't want to see it, you don't want to believe it. so you don't let yourself. you put the blindfold on, and refuse to take it off. you don't want to see what lies in front of you. true, it would be easier to keep it on, but you would be living a lie. and the longer you keep that blindfold on, the more its going to hurt when you take it off and see the light. its so much better to take it off, and not have to go on living like that. so, if you see another fellow fool walking around with a blindfold on, please, help them out. lend them a hand. wouldn't you want someone to do the same for you?
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