December 2009
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christmas!
it actually feels like christmas this year, i did everything i wanted :]
get/decorate the christmas tree
bake cookies
watch christmas movies
go christmas shopping
listen to christmas music
consistently make hot chocolate (with marshmallows!)
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life is just a big cookie
so you know those cookies that have the black icing on one side and the white icing on the other? they call them black&white cookies, i suppose. well, most people see it as a delicious cookie. but me, silly ol’ me, do not. first of all, i don’t like them. second of all, they make me sad. but what doesn’t these days? so why does this cookie make me so sad you ask? well you...
This Providence - The Pursuit Of Happiness: The...
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favorite albums of 2009.
in no specfic order.
Monsters of Folk - Self-Titled Manchester Orchestra - Mean Everything to Nothing Fun. - Aim & Ignite A Rocket to the Moon - On Your Side The Summer Set - Love Like This This Providence - Who Are You Now? Anarbor - Free Your Mind The Audition - Self-Titled Album Austin Gibbs - EP Cage The Elephant - Self-Titled Death Cab For Cutie - The Open Door EP Eye Alaska - Genesis...
“Oh why haven’t you been there for me? Can’t you see, I’m...”
– fun.
acceptance
Tell myself, on the ride home. Getting tired, hating all I’ve known. Holding on, like it’s all I have. Count me out, when it’s clear that I, find it hard to say. And you, find it hard to care. I wanted to see something that’s different, something you said would change in me. Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me. Got this way, upfront...
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dear mom,
i’m sorry that i’m not the daughter you want me to be, the daughter you deserve. i’m sorry i don’t have a lot of friends or have any boyfriends. i’m sorry i’m not skinny or beautiful and living a normal teenage life. i’m sorry i never want to get married or have kids. i’m sorry i’m not smart enough to be a doctor or lawyer to make money to...
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about me
I am incapable of writing a paragraph about myself because i have no idea who i am. sounds weird right? how can you not know who you are? well, it’s true. i can’t even pick favorites. if you asked me what my favorite color was, i would not be able to answer. yes, i know, it’s sad.
