Hey there. I know i said i'd post but no one was reading so it's whatevskies
i just feel like getting something off my chest...
I HATE TECHNOLOGY.
that's not true, i take it back.
but it really annoys me when you're in the same room as someone or you're talking to them and they're just on their phone or your computer, and get annoyed at you for interrupting their cyber conversations.
it really pisses me off.
for example, i'm sitting here, and a friend of mine is using my computer. every time i try to start a conversation (after all we are at my house in texas and she can't exactly leave and she's in my room?!) she ignores me or answers with a word/noise/
eg:
So do you remember what we found so funny in the car today? I don't remember what it was but we were laughing pretty hard :)
answers:
no
urhhhh (grunt)
not really
(none)
I'M SITTING RIGHT FRIGGIN HERE. I HAD TO GET MY DAD TO LET ME USE HIS LAPTOP BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS USE MY COMPUTER TO TALK TO YOUR OTHER FRIENDS (THAT I'M NOT SUPER CLOSE WITH) AND EVEN WHEN YOU'RE NOT ON FACEBOOK ALL YOU DO IS TALK ABOUT THEM/TEXT THEM CONSTANTLY I DON'T THINK I'VE SAID ANYTHING TO YOU THE ENTIRE TIME WE'VE BEEN HERE.
I'M GOING NUTS
IT'S JUST REALLY IRRITATING
ARGH
alright i guess i'm gonna go chat with some of MY friends. that she's not friends with.
I MEAN I JUST
i guess i just wish she'd take a hint, you know?
i'm being really obvious that i want to talk and she just ignores me
it's irritating but it also makes me really sad.
fuck.
signing off, yo
try to behave guys :P
isa (no x's or o's for you >:P )
....
fine. one O.
O
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I should be sleeping
Good morning, fellow readers!
You're probably not up yet. It's currently 3:27 in the morning, and (feeling guilty about breaking my promise to continue blogging) I am awake and ready to write!
Of course, the only thing I can think to write about is, well, sleep.
The thing is, I don't sleep. I do occasionally, and now that I'm on sleeping pills it's better, but in my pre-Trazodone era, I could get in 5 hours at most (and that's on a good night). As teenagers we're supposed to sleep at least 8 hours, if not 9 or 10, a night. And it's proven that it's not just a matter of SLEEPING more, it's getting up LATER. But of course, I'm screwed either way.
Not a lot of people...understand...my sleeping habits. Most people wonder how I can even get through the day. Sometimes I wonder that, too. I started having insomnia issues in middle school, where I would go to bed around 10 at night and wake up at 4 AM to start getting ready. Yes, this was a time when I was more concerned on how I looked than how I lived, and it was imperative I wake up to straighten my hair. Anyway, that's about 6 hours a night. It doesn't look so bad, and it didn't feel bad either. I was fine. I could function normally, and I could easily go a night with 4 hours of sleep and be okay the next day.
NOT ANYMORE.
When high school came around, I actually started having problems. I went through a handful of stages, which ultimately led to my reliance on Trazodone (a sleeping medication that also treats depression). The first was when I would "wake up". I don't know where I came up with such an original name! My tired mind couldn't come up with anything else to describe my fatigue. Each morning at exactly 3:32, I would wake up. No alarm, no noise (I asked around multiple times, trying to find a culprit), nothing. I would just WAKE UP. It was extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn't get back to sleep afterwards. It affected my performance in school a whole FReAKING lot.
The next stage was, again with the original names, was "barely asleep". It's exactly what it sounds like--I was barely asleep. I would relax at night, and think I was falling asleep, but it never came. You know when you're really tired, and your eyes are drooping, and you have just enough energy to reach over and turn off your iPod before you crash? I never crashed. I could remember my exact movements the next day (i flipped my pillow halfway through the night, then 20 minutes later I rolled over, then I would get hot and roll over again, etc). I made CONSCIOUS decisions while "sleeping", and I would constantly be thinking throughout the night. I never got any REM sleep, which is the most important, and my brain NEVER GOT A BREAK. EVER.
After that was nightmares. They were pretty bad. I want to give an example, but I don't want to freak y'all out, so I guess I'll just say some general stuff. A lot of them were about my close family and friends dying. I had one really awful one where my little brother and sister were ripped apart in front of me (they are 3 and 4 by the way). Another featured my good friend Ananda. That one I don't talk about.
They were bad news.
I would go to sleep normally, at 10, but wake up around 1 or 2 in the morning, screaming and sobbing. They were REALLY scary. The ones that weren't gory were about falling, and I would almost always wake up gasping for air and shaking. If they weren't about falling, they were about that other stuff. Sometimes I would wake up fine, but start crying and sobbing when I realized the fate of my loved ones. And these dreams were very, very realistic.
The fourth stage wasn't that bad. I just couldn't fall asleep. The end.
Pretty simple, huh?
I just couldn't fall asleep. I went days and days with no sleep, and when my body eventually succumbed, it would last at most an hour.
After that I sought help, and it's gotten better. Last night I didn't take my medicine (for personal reasons) and I had a bad dream. It wasn't as bad as some, but it was enough to call my friend at midnight, sobbing to see if she was OK. And then I woke up at 2:04 this morning.
So, not such a good night.
I guess this is turning into one of what I call my "starbucks sessions". Literary lion knows what I'm talking about :)
Essentially, i'll write something that affects me in daily life, or something I find interesting or annoying, or even just personal experiences I've had. Then, in the comments, you guys can leave me some stories of your own about that (actually, about whatever you want).
If you know me pretty well, you know that this is what I like to do in person at a coffee shop. I sit on a couch and drink tea, nodding and understanding while people tell me about their problems. God, I'm such a therapist.
But in all seriousness, it's what I do. If someone I know has a problem, a lot of times they come to me, and tell me about it. I guess it would be normal for me to be all understanding and whatnot, but I really hate taking those things from people. Their experiences that is. If someone gives something to me--some information or a story--I'd like to share back. I do this on a much smaller scale within my friend group, but I think if I start writing about stuff on here, I can reach a wider audience. I'd really like to help people.
And sometimes, it's not about doing something. I need to remember that. Sometimes you don't need solutions, you just need someone to say the right things and listen to you, and then let it go. Some of you will find this sappy. I don't care, because I know it works.
I guess this is what The Middle of the Ride has become. I hope you agree with my cause....
Sleeplessly,
Isa
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
You're probably not up yet. It's currently 3:27 in the morning, and (feeling guilty about breaking my promise to continue blogging) I am awake and ready to write!
Of course, the only thing I can think to write about is, well, sleep.
The thing is, I don't sleep. I do occasionally, and now that I'm on sleeping pills it's better, but in my pre-Trazodone era, I could get in 5 hours at most (and that's on a good night). As teenagers we're supposed to sleep at least 8 hours, if not 9 or 10, a night. And it's proven that it's not just a matter of SLEEPING more, it's getting up LATER. But of course, I'm screwed either way.
Not a lot of people...understand...my sleeping habits. Most people wonder how I can even get through the day. Sometimes I wonder that, too. I started having insomnia issues in middle school, where I would go to bed around 10 at night and wake up at 4 AM to start getting ready. Yes, this was a time when I was more concerned on how I looked than how I lived, and it was imperative I wake up to straighten my hair. Anyway, that's about 6 hours a night. It doesn't look so bad, and it didn't feel bad either. I was fine. I could function normally, and I could easily go a night with 4 hours of sleep and be okay the next day.
NOT ANYMORE.
When high school came around, I actually started having problems. I went through a handful of stages, which ultimately led to my reliance on Trazodone (a sleeping medication that also treats depression). The first was when I would "wake up". I don't know where I came up with such an original name! My tired mind couldn't come up with anything else to describe my fatigue. Each morning at exactly 3:32, I would wake up. No alarm, no noise (I asked around multiple times, trying to find a culprit), nothing. I would just WAKE UP. It was extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn't get back to sleep afterwards. It affected my performance in school a whole FReAKING lot.
The next stage was, again with the original names, was "barely asleep". It's exactly what it sounds like--I was barely asleep. I would relax at night, and think I was falling asleep, but it never came. You know when you're really tired, and your eyes are drooping, and you have just enough energy to reach over and turn off your iPod before you crash? I never crashed. I could remember my exact movements the next day (i flipped my pillow halfway through the night, then 20 minutes later I rolled over, then I would get hot and roll over again, etc). I made CONSCIOUS decisions while "sleeping", and I would constantly be thinking throughout the night. I never got any REM sleep, which is the most important, and my brain NEVER GOT A BREAK. EVER.
After that was nightmares. They were pretty bad. I want to give an example, but I don't want to freak y'all out, so I guess I'll just say some general stuff. A lot of them were about my close family and friends dying. I had one really awful one where my little brother and sister were ripped apart in front of me (they are 3 and 4 by the way). Another featured my good friend Ananda. That one I don't talk about.
They were bad news.
I would go to sleep normally, at 10, but wake up around 1 or 2 in the morning, screaming and sobbing. They were REALLY scary. The ones that weren't gory were about falling, and I would almost always wake up gasping for air and shaking. If they weren't about falling, they were about that other stuff. Sometimes I would wake up fine, but start crying and sobbing when I realized the fate of my loved ones. And these dreams were very, very realistic.
The fourth stage wasn't that bad. I just couldn't fall asleep. The end.
Pretty simple, huh?
I just couldn't fall asleep. I went days and days with no sleep, and when my body eventually succumbed, it would last at most an hour.
After that I sought help, and it's gotten better. Last night I didn't take my medicine (for personal reasons) and I had a bad dream. It wasn't as bad as some, but it was enough to call my friend at midnight, sobbing to see if she was OK. And then I woke up at 2:04 this morning.
So, not such a good night.
I guess this is turning into one of what I call my "starbucks sessions". Literary lion knows what I'm talking about :)
Essentially, i'll write something that affects me in daily life, or something I find interesting or annoying, or even just personal experiences I've had. Then, in the comments, you guys can leave me some stories of your own about that (actually, about whatever you want).
If you know me pretty well, you know that this is what I like to do in person at a coffee shop. I sit on a couch and drink tea, nodding and understanding while people tell me about their problems. God, I'm such a therapist.
But in all seriousness, it's what I do. If someone I know has a problem, a lot of times they come to me, and tell me about it. I guess it would be normal for me to be all understanding and whatnot, but I really hate taking those things from people. Their experiences that is. If someone gives something to me--some information or a story--I'd like to share back. I do this on a much smaller scale within my friend group, but I think if I start writing about stuff on here, I can reach a wider audience. I'd really like to help people.
And sometimes, it's not about doing something. I need to remember that. Sometimes you don't need solutions, you just need someone to say the right things and listen to you, and then let it go. Some of you will find this sappy. I don't care, because I know it works.
I guess this is what The Middle of the Ride has become. I hope you agree with my cause....
Sleeplessly,
Isa
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Monday, March 21, 2011
Alright...(or, in typical teenage language, IGHT)
Hey there, y'all :)
It's been, what, a year since I last posted?
Something like that.
Earlier today, a friend of mine asked me to start posting again. In response, I drew her a squirrel named Bill. I guess that was a "yeah, sure" from me, because here I am, writing again. It's kind of weird. I'll have to get back into my groove, which might take a while, so bear with me, okay?
I tried asking people to tell me what to write about, but everything was so...hard. This is going to be my post for today, which is pretty lame, I know. I'm sorry that it's 9 o'clock at night and I'm falling asleep at the keyboard. I'll probably start blogging again tomorrow, if I have something to write about. If I don't, I'll probably just write about my life. Or my day. Or something strange like that. If you find that boring or annoying, I'm very sorry. Feel free to suggest things you want to hear my opinion on. I could use the help ^_^
So yeah...
I guess this is my formal way of saying that I STILL wish people would pay attention to and value my words. I doubt that will ever happen....but if you read this, will you let me know? Or something? I'm running low on self-esteem butterflies, and it would really help if you would comment and say that I'm the most awesomest person that you've ever met! Kidding, kidding :)
I guess I'll see you here again tomorrow...
maybe...
sort of.....
O.o
lots of love,
isa xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo <---- I just really love x's and o's! also, it's fun to type like that. DON'T JUDGE! I CAN FEEL YOUR JUDGEMENT ON MY X'S AND O'S! :) haha, for serious guys, i love you!
It's been, what, a year since I last posted?
Something like that.
Earlier today, a friend of mine asked me to start posting again. In response, I drew her a squirrel named Bill. I guess that was a "yeah, sure" from me, because here I am, writing again. It's kind of weird. I'll have to get back into my groove, which might take a while, so bear with me, okay?
I tried asking people to tell me what to write about, but everything was so...hard. This is going to be my post for today, which is pretty lame, I know. I'm sorry that it's 9 o'clock at night and I'm falling asleep at the keyboard. I'll probably start blogging again tomorrow, if I have something to write about. If I don't, I'll probably just write about my life. Or my day. Or something strange like that. If you find that boring or annoying, I'm very sorry. Feel free to suggest things you want to hear my opinion on. I could use the help ^_^
So yeah...
I guess this is my formal way of saying that I STILL wish people would pay attention to and value my words. I doubt that will ever happen....but if you read this, will you let me know? Or something? I'm running low on self-esteem butterflies, and it would really help if you would comment and say that I'm the most awesomest person that you've ever met! Kidding, kidding :)
I guess I'll see you here again tomorrow...
maybe...
sort of.....
O.o
lots of love,
isa xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo <---- I just really love x's and o's! also, it's fun to type like that. DON'T JUDGE! I CAN FEEL YOUR JUDGEMENT ON MY X'S AND O'S! :) haha, for serious guys, i love you!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
hey guyses :)
Sooooo... I know I haven't posted for a while. It's not that I don't like to, or I'm just being a stupid head, or as SL's lil' sis would call me, an 'icky pants', I've just been very busy.
Sorta.
So the last time y'all heard from me I was psyched 'bout the All Time Low concert that I was going to go to on my birthday. Okay, you know what? I don't like this color.
Mkay, so. Here I am again. So the last time I was ranting about something on here, it was the All Time Low concert on the 18th of July. Thas ma birthday. :D
I went. I don't want to share details. I know that's mean. Really, I do. I'm just not in a sharing mood. Sue me. It's also 'cause the last time I tried to share and post pics, it wouldn't let me, and 2 hours of work went out the window. NOT happening again.
So I'll say this---- it was great. Amazing. Spectacular. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Whatever translates into "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" in normal english. So the first band was Amely. Great. Cover of The Climb by Miley actually made it sound okay. That's OK, people. Nothing written by Miley could ever ever ever a million times ever make its way into my heart. Ever. Thats a million and four. So. Next was Days Difference, my new obsession. I <3>
"And I'm standing in the grass
Watching people pass
Wishing you were by my side
ANd I want to hear you say
That it will be okay
Life is still worth living"
Beautiful
So
Next was Cartel. I didn't hear them that well, it was super loud and I was still drooling over Days Difference. But lots o crowd surfing, that's what I remember.
Then ATL. Again, the adjectives above are relevant.
Pictures with people. Lotsa people. Signed shirt. 'Nuff said.
So you may be wondering why I am so pissed off. Or not happy. Whatever.
I am currently kind of mad. For one, a special person named Kian is being mean (this is not who you think it is). And I want to give him a serious Gibbs slap. To make matters worse, Rosie is not being very friendly (I don't want to go into details, but unfriendly is a very nice way of putting it). My dad is talking about "hot dates with the babe" which translates to "ima go out to eat with Margaret and give her a hickey". EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Period. That's just disgusting. My creativity is failing. I try to write prose, and it sucks. I can write the lyrics, but the music is failing dismally. helllpppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I can't go back to prose after a long day of screaming at my keyboard, what am I going to do?! I'll tell ya what I did today. I youtubed. It is sad my life has come to youtubing on weekdays. 106 videos in one day. That's a lot of videos. So yeah. You got any help on melodies and crap, help me out, or if ya have any ideas for prose help me out there too. "'Cause I'm going crazy, I'm stuck in here." Really. So anyway, that's that for today. Here's some great song quotes for you:
"But you take it
You forget
I know, I know I'm losing it
'Cause you waste it
I regret the time and moment we met
Get out of my head, radio song
Get out of my head, radio song
Lets pretend that this never happened"
"I'm floating in the sky
You're like a parachute
You open up my eyes
Everything I see is blue
I-I-I
I'm falling into you
I-I-I
I'm falling into you
I-I-I
I know I'm meant for you
'Cause I-I-I
I'm falling into you
I'm on a carousel
And I'm not looking down
I'm underneath your spell
Everything is spinning round
You're like a waterfall
It's just the way you move
You're breaking down my wall
And the river's pouring through"
"If nothing's wrong, nothing's right
It's unexplainable
This is where we crash and burn
Between two parallels"
"I'm not sorry
no I'm not sorry
no I'm not sorry
For all my imperfections"
So there. Those are all Days Difference songs. I apologize for the lack of diversity, but I can't help it.
Love Kinda Sorta Mostly,
Isa xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
PS:
songs!
1) While talking about DD's performance:
1938(Life is Still Worth Living) by Days Difference
2) In quotation marks during my rant about writing:
Weightless by All Time Low
3) first quote in song quotes section:
Radio Song by Days Difference
4) 2nd quote in song quotes section:
Falling Into You by Days Difference
3) 3rd and last quote in song quotes section:
Imperfections by Days Difference. <--- WHY IS THIS NOT ON ITUNES?!?!?!
love you! again!
love,
isa xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Monday, July 13, 2009
Southern Hospitality
Hey Y'all!!!!!!!!
yeah right.
Uhm, so. Today is not such a good day. I am now in Nashville / Springfield, TN. With my cousins and grandparents and uncles.
So the days started out with this party thing. I get there, I say hi, none of the kids are there 'cause they're at my cousin Gabe's party, at the Nashville Sounds' baseball game. So I didn't want to go, because naturally, if I was 16, I wouldn't want my 13 year old cousin being there to screw it up. So I thought, no problem, I won't go. But my aunt convinced me that none of my other cousins (who were invited) were havin' a good time. So I went. As soon as I got there, my cousins make fun of my haircut and call me emo. Wonderful.
After that I decided to let them say whatever they wanted. Then we went home, and I had to sleep at Brady, my first girl cousin and sister of Gabe, and Gabe's house. The entire time it was hell.
Woke up. Uncle Dave said they were going to church.
If you don't know me, than I shall explain. I am deathly afraid of churches. Not even kidding. Well, not afraid. Just really uncomfortable. REALLY. UNCOMFORTABLE. So I called my dad, and he was going to come pick me up. Brady got mad because she didn't want to leave with me, but if she didn't, she would have to go to church. So she came and told me later that it was a complete waste of time and that it was stupid.
So then we went back for a party at her house, with Gabe and Brendan (my other guy cousin my age). It was my birthday party celebration, and it was fun, except that then we left for Brendan's other grandmother's mansion.
Essentially what happened was:
I got called a copy cat with no mind of my own
I got yelled at for not having my phone charger so that they could use it to prank call people
I was forced to listen to them (Brady and Brendan) talk about the people at their school for the entire night
When we left, I was forced to sit in the way back
When I asked if I could go home instead of going to another place with all of them and Brendan's friend, I was ridiculed
Brady asked if I wanted her to stay with me there
I said no
She was all "why aren't you going to hang with us"
MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE EVERY TIME I COME HERE, IT'S THE SAME THING. I MAKE AN EFFORT, AND ALL THEY DO IS MAKE FUN OF ME AND TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG. ALL THE FRIGGIN TIME. I GET QUESTIONED REPEATEDLY, AND NONE OF THEM HAVE ANY RESPECT WHATSOEVER FOR MY BELIEFS. IT'S. NOT. FAIR.
sorry
had to get that out.
it's just I don't get to see them that often, and every time I do, it's like everything goes wrong and I really just want to bludgeon them with a baseball bat. NOT REALLY. But you know, it does get annoying.
Here's my cousin description:
Nadia- Sweet, little girl who is nice and stuff. Brendan's sis. Don't know her too well.
Gabe- Nice, artsy older cousin. Treats me decently. Laid back.
Brendan- Sarcastic, okay in terms of niceness, can eat anything he wants without getting fat
Brady- cheerleader, preppy, bitchy, doesn't let anyone do what they want, always get's her way no matter what, just plain old mean and the kind of person that looks down on anything but AE and hollister.
SAVE ME!
I swear, any of you nice people out there, come rescue me. 'Cause I need it.
"F*** you,
F*** you very, very much"
Sorry. No time for too many lyrics today. GAH. Maybe I'll post more later, but not when I'm rushing to go out to dinner. Luv yas!
Distressed, Ready to Leave,
Isa xoxoxoxoxo <3
PS:
Lyrics were from Fuck You, by Lily Allen
NONE OF THIS CAN BE USED IN A COURT OF LAW.
If you're confused, check out the case of Amanda Knox, or Foxy Knoxy. Really famous in Italy right now.
LOVE YOU!
Isa xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
yeah right.
Uhm, so. Today is not such a good day. I am now in Nashville / Springfield, TN. With my cousins and grandparents and uncles.
So the days started out with this party thing. I get there, I say hi, none of the kids are there 'cause they're at my cousin Gabe's party, at the Nashville Sounds' baseball game. So I didn't want to go, because naturally, if I was 16, I wouldn't want my 13 year old cousin being there to screw it up. So I thought, no problem, I won't go. But my aunt convinced me that none of my other cousins (who were invited) were havin' a good time. So I went. As soon as I got there, my cousins make fun of my haircut and call me emo. Wonderful.
After that I decided to let them say whatever they wanted. Then we went home, and I had to sleep at Brady, my first girl cousin and sister of Gabe, and Gabe's house. The entire time it was hell.
Woke up. Uncle Dave said they were going to church.
If you don't know me, than I shall explain. I am deathly afraid of churches. Not even kidding. Well, not afraid. Just really uncomfortable. REALLY. UNCOMFORTABLE. So I called my dad, and he was going to come pick me up. Brady got mad because she didn't want to leave with me, but if she didn't, she would have to go to church. So she came and told me later that it was a complete waste of time and that it was stupid.
So then we went back for a party at her house, with Gabe and Brendan (my other guy cousin my age). It was my birthday party celebration, and it was fun, except that then we left for Brendan's other grandmother's mansion.
Essentially what happened was:
I got called a copy cat with no mind of my own
I got yelled at for not having my phone charger so that they could use it to prank call people
I was forced to listen to them (Brady and Brendan) talk about the people at their school for the entire night
When we left, I was forced to sit in the way back
When I asked if I could go home instead of going to another place with all of them and Brendan's friend, I was ridiculed
Brady asked if I wanted her to stay with me there
I said no
She was all "why aren't you going to hang with us"
MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE EVERY TIME I COME HERE, IT'S THE SAME THING. I MAKE AN EFFORT, AND ALL THEY DO IS MAKE FUN OF ME AND TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG. ALL THE FRIGGIN TIME. I GET QUESTIONED REPEATEDLY, AND NONE OF THEM HAVE ANY RESPECT WHATSOEVER FOR MY BELIEFS. IT'S. NOT. FAIR.
sorry
had to get that out.
it's just I don't get to see them that often, and every time I do, it's like everything goes wrong and I really just want to bludgeon them with a baseball bat. NOT REALLY. But you know, it does get annoying.
Here's my cousin description:
Nadia- Sweet, little girl who is nice and stuff. Brendan's sis. Don't know her too well.
Gabe- Nice, artsy older cousin. Treats me decently. Laid back.
Brendan- Sarcastic, okay in terms of niceness, can eat anything he wants without getting fat
Brady- cheerleader, preppy, bitchy, doesn't let anyone do what they want, always get's her way no matter what, just plain old mean and the kind of person that looks down on anything but AE and hollister.
SAVE ME!
I swear, any of you nice people out there, come rescue me. 'Cause I need it.
"F*** you,
F*** you very, very much"
Sorry. No time for too many lyrics today. GAH. Maybe I'll post more later, but not when I'm rushing to go out to dinner. Luv yas!
Distressed, Ready to Leave,
Isa xoxoxoxoxo <3
PS:
Lyrics were from Fuck You, by Lily Allen
NONE OF THIS CAN BE USED IN A COURT OF LAW.
If you're confused, check out the case of Amanda Knox, or Foxy Knoxy. Really famous in Italy right now.
LOVE YOU!
Isa xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Mistakes
Sorry guys, I guess somethings wrong with the site or with my comp, but it won't go back to normal size font. It's pissin me off. So sorry bot that :/ :O
uhm
so yeah
im sorry :(
love
isa xoxo
uhm
so yeah
im sorry :(
love
isa xoxo
Revolutionary Road
"Hello Brooklyn, Hey LA!"
Haha, what's up guys? As I mentioned in the last post, I am super excited for ATL's new album, Nothing Personal. It was AMAZING. BEAUTIFUL. STUNNING. I loved it :)
Some of their songs I'm still a bit skeptical about, for example, Too Much. It's different than what I'm used to, but still "them" nonetheless. I find myself listening to it more and more each day.
Another band I am fond of at this moment is Mayday Parade. Their song "Black Cat", on the album A Lesson in Romantics, is quite catchy and has meaning as well. I'll leave you to figure out the lyrics, and what they mean to you. I am also in love with the song "I'd Hate to Be You when People Find Out What This Song is About", and a song that I am interested in figuring out on the piano, "Miserable at Best". That is probably one of my favorite songs of the moment, a truly emotional piece that would probably make me cry if I wasn't trying to figure out the chord progressions.
"Lets not pretend like you're alone tonight
I know he's there and
you're probably hanging out and making eyes
While across the room he stares
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance
She'll say yes
Because these words were ever easier
For me to say or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best"
I would hate to have to sing that song. But it's incredible. You should listen :)
What else?
Let's see....
Well, I guess I should explain the title. It's a movie that my stepmother, Margaret, is watching right now with her brother Jay and his wife, whose name I cannot recall for practical reasons. For example, I've been dealin' with the kids this entire time. . .
but anyway.
We hit the road yesterday, which was okay, I suppose. I spent the entire day packing and stuff, in the 113 degree weather. it was HOT, man! We got to Corpus Christi last night, and I slept on the couch. Then we left today around 12 for Houstin. Gah. That was awful. I didn't really didn't do much, just listened to Mayday Parade and All Time Low, accompanied by lots of Rise Against and Muse. And Cobra Starship. But it was still torture.
For one, I hate barbicue. I tell my dad I hate it over and over again, but NOOOOOOOO. We go to a barbicue place for lunch. I didn't eat at all. He gives me the option of rich meat that will make me puke and mac and cheese in a kiddie plate. I'm currently on a hunger strike. Another part of the name of this post. Let's see what they make of it. Anyway, we finally made it, only to be whisked away to an excellent Ittalian restaurant with not one, not two, not even THREE, but FIVE SCREAMING CHILDREN. It was torture. The rest of the evening was spent avoiding getting slapped in the butt by both towels and hands, and listening to music with a tortured expression. Not to mention my parents treating me like furniture and making me hold Dean for extened periods of time while feeding him food comparable to the sewers of New York City. Either way, I'm damned. :D hahahaha
Either I'm attacked and pantsed, or I puke in the trashcan while holding my baby bro. I took my chances with Dean. Especially 'cuase there was a very not nice 14 year old boy teaching the kids this stuff. Awkard much?
So the itenerary.......
From here we're gonna go to some place that starts with an N, starting uber early tomorrow morning. Spend the night there, then drive straight to Nashville for a party, then to PA :D
I'll spend the time "livin' in the radio, lost in the stereo sound" :D
I love that song. Ugh. Only 9 more days 'till my birthday!!!!!!
I'm excited. I'm going to an ATL concert, accompanied by Rosie, Nanderz, and (perhaps if she's willing to come, for I have an extra ticket) Sally. Yes Sally, you. :D
So wish me luck! Maybe I'll get to meet my favorite band ever.
Er.....I don't know what else to include. I don't wanna go to sleep, cause that means sleeping in the boys' room. The ones that slap people on the butt. No friggin way am I steppin' foot in there!
So I guess I'll "get away, get away"
So...yeah.
"Who's ready to party?"
Isa xoxoxo
PS
Lyrics:
1) Hello Brooklyn, by All Time Low
2) Miserable at best, by Mayday Parade
3)Lost in Stereo, by All Time Low
4)Sick Little Games, by All Time Low
5)Hello Brooklyn, by All Time Low
I apologize for the repetetive bands, it's just what I happened to be listening to at the moment, and I hear these things everywhere. So...G'night!
Again,
Isa xoxoxoxoxoxo
Haha, what's up guys? As I mentioned in the last post, I am super excited for ATL's new album, Nothing Personal. It was AMAZING. BEAUTIFUL. STUNNING. I loved it :)
Some of their songs I'm still a bit skeptical about, for example, Too Much. It's different than what I'm used to, but still "them" nonetheless. I find myself listening to it more and more each day.
Another band I am fond of at this moment is Mayday Parade. Their song "Black Cat", on the album A Lesson in Romantics, is quite catchy and has meaning as well. I'll leave you to figure out the lyrics, and what they mean to you. I am also in love with the song "I'd Hate to Be You when People Find Out What This Song is About", and a song that I am interested in figuring out on the piano, "Miserable at Best". That is probably one of my favorite songs of the moment, a truly emotional piece that would probably make me cry if I wasn't trying to figure out the chord progressions.
"Lets not pretend like you're alone tonight
I know he's there and
you're probably hanging out and making eyes
While across the room he stares
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance
She'll say yes
Because these words were ever easier
For me to say or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best"
I would hate to have to sing that song. But it's incredible. You should listen :)
What else?
Let's see....
Well, I guess I should explain the title. It's a movie that my stepmother, Margaret, is watching right now with her brother Jay and his wife, whose name I cannot recall for practical reasons. For example, I've been dealin' with the kids this entire time. . .
but anyway.
We hit the road yesterday, which was okay, I suppose. I spent the entire day packing and stuff, in the 113 degree weather. it was HOT, man! We got to Corpus Christi last night, and I slept on the couch. Then we left today around 12 for Houstin. Gah. That was awful. I didn't really didn't do much, just listened to Mayday Parade and All Time Low, accompanied by lots of Rise Against and Muse. And Cobra Starship. But it was still torture.
For one, I hate barbicue. I tell my dad I hate it over and over again, but NOOOOOOOO. We go to a barbicue place for lunch. I didn't eat at all. He gives me the option of rich meat that will make me puke and mac and cheese in a kiddie plate. I'm currently on a hunger strike. Another part of the name of this post. Let's see what they make of it. Anyway, we finally made it, only to be whisked away to an excellent Ittalian restaurant with not one, not two, not even THREE, but FIVE SCREAMING CHILDREN. It was torture. The rest of the evening was spent avoiding getting slapped in the butt by both towels and hands, and listening to music with a tortured expression. Not to mention my parents treating me like furniture and making me hold Dean for extened periods of time while feeding him food comparable to the sewers of New York City. Either way, I'm damned. :D hahahaha
Either I'm attacked and pantsed, or I puke in the trashcan while holding my baby bro. I took my chances with Dean. Especially 'cuase there was a very not nice 14 year old boy teaching the kids this stuff. Awkard much?
So the itenerary.......
From here we're gonna go to some place that starts with an N, starting uber early tomorrow morning. Spend the night there, then drive straight to Nashville for a party, then to PA :D
I'll spend the time "livin' in the radio, lost in the stereo sound" :D
I love that song. Ugh. Only 9 more days 'till my birthday!!!!!!
I'm excited. I'm going to an ATL concert, accompanied by Rosie, Nanderz, and (perhaps if she's willing to come, for I have an extra ticket) Sally. Yes Sally, you. :D
So wish me luck! Maybe I'll get to meet my favorite band ever.
Er.....I don't know what else to include. I don't wanna go to sleep, cause that means sleeping in the boys' room. The ones that slap people on the butt. No friggin way am I steppin' foot in there!
So I guess I'll "get away, get away"
So...yeah.
"Who's ready to party?"
Isa xoxoxo
PS
Lyrics:
1) Hello Brooklyn, by All Time Low
2) Miserable at best, by Mayday Parade
3)Lost in Stereo, by All Time Low
4)Sick Little Games, by All Time Low
5)Hello Brooklyn, by All Time Low
I apologize for the repetetive bands, it's just what I happened to be listening to at the moment, and I hear these things everywhere. So...G'night!
Again,
Isa xoxoxoxoxoxo
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