It's times like this where I have to convince myself that it's just dumb emotions and nostalgia that make my breath catch in the back of my throat. That I don't really miss you or regret anything. It's just the effect of your words on me-words that probably stand void in the present. Why would I venture back though, if there were nothing for me there?

It's odd to look at a photograph of a friend or a guy and not feel anything. Not feel whatever you had felt before for them-or stranger still-to feel nothing. And you look back and wonder how you ever felt, that bubbly friendship full of laughs and strong bonds or that devoted head-over-heels magic. It's the passage of time and the adding of new people to your mix. And for myself, time heals, but it also erases.

A lot of the time
I'm rather certain
That I'm not as exciting
As everyone else.

My Top Creeper Songs

1. Private Eyes-Hall and Oates
The Bird and the Bee - Private Eyes (Hall & Oates Cover) by waveofsounds

This version I found is by The Bird and the Bee and is pretty excellent. It retains its creepy cred.

2. Every Breath You Take-The Police
Every breath you take by real t

Again, really nice jazzy version. Not sure of the artist here.

3. Goodnight and Go-Imogen Heap


The video almost perfectly explains my feeling of the song. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.....and creepy.
4. Creeper-Islands


Self explanatory.
5. I Like the Way You Move
Bodyrockers - I Like The Way You Move by a.okan budak

I really think most people haven't heard this whole song-only the exciting part. But really, doesn't his voice sound oily?
6. Somebody's Watching Me-Rockwell
Michael jackson - Somebody is watching me by ferda

"When I'm in the showa, I'm afraid to wash my hair. I might open my eyes and find someone standing there."





Thanks for listening! Haha. Please comment with your likes,dislikes, and creeper songs of your own.


To Come: Long blog about hate and haters! Stay tuned and don't be surprised if I ask you for your opinion. So, if you have some, leave them in the comments! (If you like the idea but don't know where you would start, ask and I'll send you some questions.)

I always feel as though I am the best and most highly enlightened version of myself. In 10 years, or maybe even 5, I'll look back on current me and laugh nervously about the things I did and the opinions I held. But, at the moment, I feel satisfied with who this person is and how far she has traversed to reach the present.

Back to the....

Back to the Place..

Where my phone is the biggest enemy.
Where the fluorescent lighting makes my attempts at beauty look harsh and childish.
Where my velociraptor haiku won't count as good writing.

"Velociraptor.
Ugly winged flying display.
Please please don't eat me."

Where staying up all night thinking stuff like that doesn't help me a bit.
Where when pushing comes to shoving, you're probably just in D wing.
Where you have to write about yourself 4 times in the same day.
Where people older than you are confident and people younger than you are inept.
Where you cannot sleep when you know you need sleep, or leave because you know staying is more responsible.
Where you rarely see the sunshine in person.
Where each hour and 45 minutes you gain more stress for your mind.
Where the bell means freedom and a nap.




I started writing that the morning of the 25th. Since, I have more things to be happy about but it still rings true in my mind. My head is cluttered. I'm gonna go ride my bike.

You're attractive, but home-girl ain't shallow.

Community Service-Patricia's Lament

"What does community service mean to me, Sir? To me, community service means waking up early in the morning to take a shower because I smell bad. It means putting on foundation to hide my bumps and age spots, and eyeliner to make my eyes POP (whatever the hell that means) , and mascara to make my blonde eyelashes turn black. It means rubbing on concealer to convince everyone else that I wasn't up, working late again, last night. Community service is shaving my legs to wear a dress. And then wearing that dress to a wedding where no one really cares about the dress I'll be wearing or Easter morning service where obviously my style is the main attraction. It means putting on cute little shirts that "accentuate my figure" and only wearing the colors of the season. Serving the community by upholding societal norms and pretending they aren't completely ludicrous.

Community service means exchanging pleasantries with acquaintances you bump into in the hall, or the grocery store, or the doctor's office. (Honestly, why are you talking to me while I'm at the doctor's office? If I wasn't sick before, I might be after having to engage you.) It means smiling and asking questions you don't really want the answers to. "How are you? Your kids? Your dog? Your sick aunt? Your new yoga class?" And in turn, you'll have to ask me pretty much the same questions and I'll have to say at least a word or two to appease your desire to be polite.

Community service is signing up for the PTSA and giving sugar to the person next door who only asks for something at least once a week, and buying cookies from Girl Scouts. Community service is.......giving a rip about what other people think and doing the most neighborly thing in a situation. It means doing those things that seem unecessary and aggravating. Community service is representing yourself as best as you know how. Community service is me coming to this interview, and me adressing people younger than me as Sir. Community service is teaching other generations the difference between being yourself and being sloppy.It means setting an example. Sir,to me, community service is adopting this child and raising him right."

My Buzzing Mind

I just want to post for the heck of it.

Scrawled note in planner:

Joe, drunk in the corner,
Telling the tale
Of when he fought a pick-axe
With a bear.

Uhm, not sure if anyone read my last post on honesty so based on that I'm not really sure how the response would be to my Role Model Essay I wrote for English II. I like it though, so I may whether you say to or not.

Today was a pretty awesome day.

Been thinking about some boys recently. Don't ask, not telling.

Just talking to people really opens doors. There have been like 3 or 4 different occasions today that good things happened to me because of just asking a question, or confiding in someone. It's always super awesome when you are well received and heard.

Black and Gold by Sam Sparro on repeat. Happens to be a pretty religious song if you listen to it. Kind of existential, evolution, questioning deal. Also, SUPER catchy song.

"Square, square, square, square, square, square, rhombus!"

"I got a box I got a box.... ";D

"Sprint!"
"AT&T!"
"T-Mobile!"
"Cricket!"
"Suncom!"
"Verizon!"

I have a SMALL amount of homework for once. Thank goodness. I might take a shower. My last shower was Tuesday. I know this because I have to write showers in my planner so I don't forget.

I really love super honest, happy people who it's easy to open up and talk to. I mean, strangers can be so awkward, but once in a while you come across a fellow human that totally gets you and it's far more than cool.