Thursday, May 26, 2011

My Amazing Birthday Gift!!

So, for my birthday, my parents usually get me tickets to go see a show. This year it's CATS! I used to watch my aunt's VHS version of it ALL THE TIME when I was little. There are no words to describe how excited I am to go see it this Saturday!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

No More Sweet Sixteen

Tomorrow's my seventeeth birthday, I've been singing this song ALL day! Word.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Loser Like ME

On Thursday, I fell asleep in English....and I sleep like the dead. So, some people thought it'd be funny if they wrote "LOSER" on my forehead. I looked in the mirror, I was cool with it. I am a loser. Everyone's a loser. I have no shame in who I am, therefore, I walked around the rest of the day with it written on my head. It was written in highlighter, and since I'm so pale you could only make out what it said if you were really close. But honestly, I didn't care who saw it. I don't get embarassed. That's what this post is about: embarassment. People often say to me, "Isn't that embarassing?" or "Wow, that was awkward." My opinion is, things are only embarassing and awkward if you make them that way. If something embarasses, it typically means your ashamed of who you really are. Who am I, really? A total goofball. Therefore, my inner goofball doesn't embarass me. If that means dancing to a song I love, then I dance to a song I love, no matter where I am. (Shoot, I was the 1st person on the dancefloor at prom!) You practically have to pants me to make me embarassed. (But don't do that, because I have a big Irish temper that can GO OFF). But all in all, I don't really believe in embarassment :)

Sunday, May 8, 2011

My Mommy

Sorry, hate to break it to you-but I have the best mom in the world. She amazes me day after day. She's one of the most strongest people I know with all she's been through in her life. I'm not supposed to share with the world the story-but she just wows me with how she's gone through with all God has put in her life. She's so gorgeous, I might add! Whenever my dad is out of town, she has my brother spend the night at a friend's house and she and I have a movie (most recently, Breakfast at Tiffany's) night with limeade, sushi, and chocolate mousse (my ideal dinner). Sometimes, if she sees something cute in Old Navy (or one of my other favourite stores) she just gets it for me. Just like that. For no reason. She's so awesome! She tells me I'm weird on a daily basis, (and I, of course, take it as a compliment) and yet she deals with me anyway. She's always there for me when I'm hurt or angry, and she gives the best advice. She cries whenever I'm singing on stage because she's so proud of me. And lastly, how she puts up with raising a teenager like me, I'm nothing but amazed. This post had a bunch of random sentences in it, but they're my immediate thoughts about how wonderful my mother is.
Happy Mother's Day Mommy!

Friday, May 6, 2011

Jar of Hearts

It kinda bugs me that the music industry has to make everything about love. I've really loved this song lately. Its about a girl asking a guy who he thinks he is for what he did to her. Before I thought of it this way, my mom told me a friend of hers "sings this song to Satan"-which I like a lot. Whatever someone thinks this song is about, its a really great song. This is a short post, but I thought I'd share it.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Tat

Isn't it funny how you can listen to a song a million times and not realize the true meaning until the million and first time? This song has been so inspiring to me lately, it reminds me that God (sunshine) is always with me even through my times of darkness (shadow).

I've always wanted to get a tattoo, I never knew what of, but I knew that I wanted one. Just today I realized that if I can somehow get a design of a shadow being casted by the sun-that was what I wanted. I think a tree would be best to create the shadow-for me at least. I'm similar to a tree, I change my mood/style really often, but deep down, I'm still me. A tree has its times where it dies down but springs new life later through the wonders going on around it.

A tree. A shadow. A sunshine. That's the tattoo I will eventually get.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


Earlier this afternoon I posted the blog post below out of a lot of anger. True, this certain person will still drive me up a wall tomorrow, but for now I've just decided to take a deep breath and listen to what God has to tell me. Bubble bath and quinoa=perfect relaxation to me. I'm off to do some listening.

I'm So Sorry

I'm so sorry that you have to be SO negative ALL THE TIME. We've had our differences, and they've been settled. You and I are good. But you talk about my friends that way? That's NOT okay. Have you noticed something? Everyone you hate-everyone loves those people? I seriously want to know why you have to be SO NEGATIVE ABOUT EVERYTHING! Just once, be in a good mood. Just once, say something nice about someone. Just once, look at the bright side of things. I'm a positive person, INCREDIBLEY positive person, and you make me negative. That's how much you drive me crazy.

Vent session is over now. I apologize for my rant.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Best Night Ever

Prom was last night. Let's list what was so fantastic about it: my friends looked gorgeous, my dress and accessories made my eyes look REALLY blue, my bright pinkish redish hair looked cool with my dress, my friend's date didn't feel awkward about being the only guy, dinner was only 10 bucks a person (!), I was the first person on the dance floor, they played my favourite song Firework by Katy Perry (twice!), I taught have of the people attending prom how to properly do Cotton-Eyed Joe (I was really surprised how many people know that song but don't know the dance), there was a chocolate fountain and chicken nuggets from Chick-fil-a, my teacher made a two certain comments that made my entire evening (!), the person I voted for Prom Princess won (!), I got to take home a genie lamp (the theme was Arabian Nights), my one friend lifted me up so I could see a dance competition (which made me feel really good to know he could pick me up), I totally started poking someone on the dance floor to only realized it wasn't the person I thought it was, my ex-boyfriend told me I looked gorgeous, I'm pretty sure I lost a good twenty pounds from dancing ALL NIGHT LONG, the guy at McDonalds told me I looked like the Little Mermaid, me and my four friends spent almost an hour at McDonalds (being exteremely loud) at 1 in the morning, and to conclude the great night, I fell asleep on my friend's couch with one leg in the air. For those of you teens who read this-you don't need a date to prom to have a good time. :)