Saturday, October 29, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
We Owned the Night
Have you ever had a perfect day, night, memory, anything?
Like those summer nights
when you & your friends have crazy adventures.
Or you meet someone special?
I swear summer posesses some sort of magic
because good things just.... happen.
But in those perfect memories
it doesn't matter if things worked out or not,
you probably never saw that special someone again.
But that's ok.
Because for the rest of your life you have that memory to hold onto.
Untainted.
I love those memories.
And this is the most perfect song
to play with those perfect memories.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Cheerio.
A couple of weeks ago I attended
a tea party.
And to help you picture this classy event
think of stepping inside an old fashioned, black and white,
men with cigars, women with gloves, movie.
There was a harp
A lovely veranda
chess
croquet
hot chocolate
crumpets
pastries
PERFECT weather
And some of my favorite people :]
I felt this song was appropriate.
Love me some Frank.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Holding Out For A Hero
Thanks Tasha for showing me my new love.
Where have all the good men gone
And where are the gods?
Where's the streetwise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight
Upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn
And dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure, he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life, larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder
And rising with the heat
Isn't there a Superman
To sweep me off my feet?
I pray the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I can swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me
Through the wind and then the chill and the rain
And the storm and the raging flood
Oh, his approaches like a fire in my blood
I'll meet a hero
And then we'll dance till the morning light
Dreaming, he will lead me
Held tight, tonight's the night
And where are the gods?
Where's the streetwise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight
Upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn
And dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure, he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life, larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder
And rising with the heat
Isn't there a Superman
To sweep me off my feet?
I pray the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I can swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me
Through the wind and then the chill and the rain
And the storm and the raging flood
Oh, his approaches like a fire in my blood
I'll meet a hero
And then we'll dance till the morning light
Dreaming, he will lead me
Held tight, tonight's the night
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Oldies but Goodies.
So I'm sitting in my room (which is my favorite place to be) reading through old journal entries (which is my favorite thing to do). It is so fascinating reading what I loved, who I loved, and where I was at in my life. And I also got to thinking how pre-teens/teens are told they are too emotional, too passionate, too dramatic, and too immature. But I don't think all those things were so bad back then. Looking back, I was so brave. I had no fears or if I did I was ready and willing to face them. I wrote a lot. I drew a lot. Why don't I do all these things now? I started thinking about my fears as an adult-to-be. I think we tell ourselves we cannot do certain things or be a certain type of person. We are not creative enough, brave enough, smart enough, etc. Would your 13 year old self believe that? Maybe. I wouldn't have. Never be afraid to be too much of anything. Especially brave. :]
Funny journal entries:
October 12, 2004
Umm.. well this holiday is interesting. It's when Columbus found America. The Native Americans were mad because it was their land. But I think they might have been happy because they weren't lonely.
-Meagan
(haha fail)
October 25, 2004
BUSH CHENEY '04!!!!!
George Bush is the best President. President Kerry now that's scary. Kerry cannot even make up his mind. He would lead America to destruction. If he can't make up his own mind, how can he make America? HE CAN'T! BUSH ALL THE WAY!
November 9, 2004
Rick stood me up at the movies. So that's really mean. He won't talk to me. Everyone is saying I need to dump him I think I do. - Meagan
P.S. I still kinda like him though.
(hahahahaha, classic)
November 30,2004
I'm nervous because I have a D in math and I retook the test and if I get a C or lower I can't perform for cheer or choir. AH!
(not much has changed. ha, by the way I got a C)
February 14, 2005
Valentines day is ok. It's bad but can be good.
(deep)
February 17, 2005
I don't like Tommy ---- any more because he likes my friend Alex. That makes me mad but oh well. Ugh, well on my way here he talk to me. I hate boys. They're stupid.
(I briefly dated Tommy this summer, ironic)
April 13, 2005
A list of things I want to do in my lifetime:
1. Be in a Broadway show (preferably the Phantom of the Opera)
2. Get to pointe ballet
3. Write a book(s)
4. Live in Hawaii/California
5. Make clothes?
6. Get married and be a mom
(So far I'm 0-0)
May 3, 2005
It's a tragic ending
The beautiful death
When your heart gives out
and you're full of doubt.
It's a heart felt break up
a lovely crime scene
the tip of a break through
but falling so deep.
It's a tragic ending.
Dear reader, meet the 13 year old me :]
I found it pretty funny.
Item #283 Things you should know about me.
I will NEVER .... EVER know the lyrics to any song (even my favorite ones) and STILL sing them at the top of my lungs. My sincere apologies.
CHEERS to my fall break 2011. :]
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
10 Things I Hate About You.
"I hate they way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it,
I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around
and the fact you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.
Not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all."
Saturday, October 15, 2011
The world spins madly on.
Friday, October 14, 2011
2+2=4
Welcome to the LABORATORY OF LOVE
L.O.L for short
224 if you wanna get all technical
I like to call it home.
And these are my roommates
(from left to right)
Michelle, Hilary, and Kimberly
You'll be seeing A LOT of these ladies.
I gotta say these are the coolest girls I know.
I LOVE them.
And they love me. I think.
:]
They make yummy food
and make me eat treat when I'm sad.
And laugh at my silly jokes that don't make sense.
I like to compare our conversations to the dialogue of gilmore girls.
Don't watch it?
Bummer. Good show.
It's witty.
So are they.
We are totes hilar.
And make 1 billion new inside jokes everryyydayy.
I like them
A lOT.
:]
This song is playing non stop in my head.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A New Favorite.
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a final mess but it's left me so empty
It's always darkest before the dawn
Oh woah, oh woah...
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
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