So this morning I woke up around 9:55 ish, washed up and clicked on channel 601 to listen to the HIT LIST on Music Choice.
Let me tell you that the song I heard today was stuck in my head all day.
Robin Thicke-Sex Therapy.
It's hot, sexy and steamy. Everything most of our pathetic lives are not. lol
Give it a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29-rMfND_bA
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thoughts
I feel lost in this world. Like nobody needs me.I see things Im not supposed to see.I feel as if I cant breathe anymore, because I cant tell the difference between them and me.I see such terrible things, things that aloof me in my mind.I cry about things that hurt me, things that are affected by time.I guess im speaking ambivalently, or maybe I dont make sense at all.Sometimes I feel as if I had risen to my peak and now its time to fall.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Music Review
Russian Roulette-Rihanna
So this song came from her album Rated R and of the 4 million people who listened to it, only 1 million people liked it, I think the song is a lot better than her song "Wait Your Turn" which seems to be pointless to me. This song is about playing Russian Roulette with another person, and she feels scared but she wants to prove herself. Its a metaphor for all the shit she seems to be going through. This song is about getting shit over with, no matter what the outcome is. Give it a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW7kk5YyZHc&feature=related
Bad Romance-Lady GaGa
She has done it again, whether or not she sprinkles a bit of cocaine on her music she has somehow got many people hooked on this crazzyy crazzy song. Its about her being a crazy bitch and stuck in a bad romance. The song kind of reminds me of Madonna's "Vogue" when Lady GaGa begins to talk, but you should give it a listen of your own.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACm9yECwSso
3-Britney Spears
Ok, I liked her other songs, but I really don't like this one, like what are you try to show the world, that you can count to three? Mom in a threesome. Not even Britney can make that look good. But the beat isn't that bad.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmSZJ3fyKbs
So this song came from her album Rated R and of the 4 million people who listened to it, only 1 million people liked it, I think the song is a lot better than her song "Wait Your Turn" which seems to be pointless to me. This song is about playing Russian Roulette with another person, and she feels scared but she wants to prove herself. Its a metaphor for all the shit she seems to be going through. This song is about getting shit over with, no matter what the outcome is. Give it a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW7kk5YyZHc&feature=related
Bad Romance-Lady GaGa
She has done it again, whether or not she sprinkles a bit of cocaine on her music she has somehow got many people hooked on this crazzyy crazzy song. Its about her being a crazy bitch and stuck in a bad romance. The song kind of reminds me of Madonna's "Vogue" when Lady GaGa begins to talk, but you should give it a listen of your own.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACm9yECwSso
3-Britney Spears
Ok, I liked her other songs, but I really don't like this one, like what are you try to show the world, that you can count to three? Mom in a threesome. Not even Britney can make that look good. But the beat isn't that bad.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmSZJ3fyKbs
New Moon
New Moon was a good movie, but I suggest not seeing it alone...especially if your single, could get quite depressing at times.
Good Soundtrack
Favorite Songs were: Possibility by Lykke Li and Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke
Thursday, November 19, 2009
My Butler Fantasy
Ok, I know that somehow, somewhere, every girl on earth has had some kind of fantasy with Gerard Butler. He is the sexiest Scottish man alive! Uh, gd I just want to see him run around in that little kilt that they wear. He is gorgeous and talented. Whether or not girls get sweeped off their feet with his masculinity, his swavish good looks, or his lavashing accent, I think it was his performance in the Andrew Llyod Webbers The Phantom of the Opera a movie that came out a while ago, that did it for me.
Why in the hell, would Christine choose, whats his name, Raul, over the Phantom. Hell, If I could i'd run away with him, I most definatly would. Why would she choose a lazy aristocrat over a musician, magician, and an architect! I wonder what else he would be good at!!! He was dedicated so much to her, and she still left him. Well even though he didnt get the girl on stage or in the movie, im sure he gets lots of girls in real life.
Vocally, by far, Michael Crawford, the original Phantom blows Butler out of the water, but you can give Gerry B a pat on the back for trying. I mean, he had balls to actually attempt to remake the Phantom. Hands down, Butler is wayyy sexier than Crawford, but to each is own.
While watching Crawfords/Brightman's show on tv, and watching Butlers/Rosums performance, I saw many different things that captured my attention.Crawfords and Brightman's version, can be considered sexy, but I would say more lyrical, and forever a classic, Butlers and Rosums version was sexy, passionate, lustful, appealing, and attention grabbing. I enjoyed watching both version, but I was mesmorized by Butler. Both versions left me in tears, moving me, because I felt bad for the Phantom. I believe he deserved his love. Plus, Gerry B was soo much more sexier than that guy that played Raul. IK.
MICHAEL CRAWFORD AND SARAH BRIGHTMAN
GERARD BUTLER AND EMMA ROSUM
Saturday, November 14, 2009
2012
So I went to see the movie 2012 at Midway Stadium 9. I enjoyed the movie very much, although everything was filmed with computer graphics, I thought it was rather interesting, and very much realistic. I was sitting in the movie theather, eating my popcorn, biting my nails cuz I was nervous (I NEVER BITE MY NAILS) and thinking to myself. Is the world really gonna end in 2012? I honestly don't believe in this bullshit, all though I find it very entertaining. I mean seriously, all the facts are written down, people thousands of years ago saw this coming, and we are just finding out about this? THROUGH FILM? Ok... let me break it down for you:
Nostradamus and the Mayan's predicted this? I'd say we are pretty much fucked.
Nostradamus sat on his warm carpet next to a fire place in the 1500's and said, "Hey let me write a book about how the world in the future, I predict two birds will fly into a collosal metal object, I predict a land mall will detach, I predict pigs will fly (swine flu) and hey how about I finish the book with a kick, in the year 2012, we are all gonna die." MAYBE JUST MAYBE HE WAS A SNOT NOSE FRENCH GUY TRYING TO MAKE A FRANK, and writing about a bunch of bullshit, because face it, he obviously didnt think that the human race would survive this long anyways. Or maybe, just maybe he was right, he could see into his magic "8-ball" or read the tea-leaves or whatever and he really predicted the end of the world accuratley. I mean, how can a man in France, think of the same thing that Mayan's thought up of. The Mayans came WAYYYY beforee Nostradamus, and I'm sure he never went to school to learn about their pyramids anyways. Maybe he is right.
Or maybe he just meant that 2012 may not very well be the end of the world, but some kind of a new beginning. Something that will "shatter" the world, maybe a new scientific breakthrough, stem-cells? Creating immortality, could possibly the end of the known world, and a beginning of a new race. Thats what Nostradamus predicted, the end of our race, beginning of a new one. What if its our race, but improved. Just like a brand new one. Who knows?
I mean seriously. If the world is ending in 2012, why the fuck am I planning on going to medical school. Why the fuck is anyone in college anyways? Like my sister quoted "I didn't go to college cuz I dont have a job, I dont have a job cuz I didnt go to college, and I didnt go to college because I thought the world was gonna end anyways. I BLAME THE GOVERNMENT." I SAYYY Lets go drink it up, smoke bud, take drugs, because it will take a few years for us to die with bad livers, and kidneys anyways. All I know, is that I am not dying a fucking virgin. I'd rather hump, anything that moves.
Anyways, I think you should go see the movie and decide for yourself.
I have spoken.
Nostradamus and the Mayan's predicted this? I'd say we are pretty much fucked.
Nostradamus sat on his warm carpet next to a fire place in the 1500's and said, "Hey let me write a book about how the world in the future, I predict two birds will fly into a collosal metal object, I predict a land mall will detach, I predict pigs will fly (swine flu) and hey how about I finish the book with a kick, in the year 2012, we are all gonna die." MAYBE JUST MAYBE HE WAS A SNOT NOSE FRENCH GUY TRYING TO MAKE A FRANK, and writing about a bunch of bullshit, because face it, he obviously didnt think that the human race would survive this long anyways. Or maybe, just maybe he was right, he could see into his magic "8-ball" or read the tea-leaves or whatever and he really predicted the end of the world accuratley. I mean, how can a man in France, think of the same thing that Mayan's thought up of. The Mayans came WAYYYY beforee Nostradamus, and I'm sure he never went to school to learn about their pyramids anyways. Maybe he is right.
Or maybe he just meant that 2012 may not very well be the end of the world, but some kind of a new beginning. Something that will "shatter" the world, maybe a new scientific breakthrough, stem-cells? Creating immortality, could possibly the end of the known world, and a beginning of a new race. Thats what Nostradamus predicted, the end of our race, beginning of a new one. What if its our race, but improved. Just like a brand new one. Who knows?
I mean seriously. If the world is ending in 2012, why the fuck am I planning on going to medical school. Why the fuck is anyone in college anyways? Like my sister quoted "I didn't go to college cuz I dont have a job, I dont have a job cuz I didnt go to college, and I didnt go to college because I thought the world was gonna end anyways. I BLAME THE GOVERNMENT." I SAYYY Lets go drink it up, smoke bud, take drugs, because it will take a few years for us to die with bad livers, and kidneys anyways. All I know, is that I am not dying a fucking virgin. I'd rather hump, anything that moves.
Anyways, I think you should go see the movie and decide for yourself.
I have spoken.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Whatever
Sometimes, now more than ever, I feel as if you're full of so much fucking shit.
You make me cry last night, and then you swear you love me, and you care about me, and tonight you do the same exact thing, your neglegance is thinning the thin string thats holding our friendship. I swear I love you, but you're a self-centered prick sometimes, always making it seem like im the bad one. And go to your other fucking retards. Seems to me as if your becoming two faced. And pretty soon, when you stop running and hiding from me, I'll tell you this shit to your face. You give me 5 min of attention, and expect me to then jump for joy. Not like your other slut bag hoes. Accept it, and learn it. I don't owe you shit, and you dont owe me anything either, but im working more here in this currently pointless relationship. You've always just sat there, not talking, letting me do all of the work. But I see how you're like with your other friends. You call your fucking retards to tell them how your day went, and then fucking beast at me, when I expect you to tell me, claiming I didn't ask. WELL FUCK YOU. Seriously. FUCK YOU. You sit there and write down on a peice of paper, what I didnt ever do for you, you sit there and write down how shitty you treat me compared to other people, then you claim you love me? SHIT SHIT SHIT. Prove it, your actions say too much. And oh, then you'll see who's right. Write it down.
You make me cry last night, and then you swear you love me, and you care about me, and tonight you do the same exact thing, your neglegance is thinning the thin string thats holding our friendship. I swear I love you, but you're a self-centered prick sometimes, always making it seem like im the bad one. And go to your other fucking retards. Seems to me as if your becoming two faced. And pretty soon, when you stop running and hiding from me, I'll tell you this shit to your face. You give me 5 min of attention, and expect me to then jump for joy. Not like your other slut bag hoes. Accept it, and learn it. I don't owe you shit, and you dont owe me anything either, but im working more here in this currently pointless relationship. You've always just sat there, not talking, letting me do all of the work. But I see how you're like with your other friends. You call your fucking retards to tell them how your day went, and then fucking beast at me, when I expect you to tell me, claiming I didn't ask. WELL FUCK YOU. Seriously. FUCK YOU. You sit there and write down on a peice of paper, what I didnt ever do for you, you sit there and write down how shitty you treat me compared to other people, then you claim you love me? SHIT SHIT SHIT. Prove it, your actions say too much. And oh, then you'll see who's right. Write it down.
Someone That Doesn't Exist
Every night I see a guy in my dreams. He has dark hair, green eyes and the softest skin. He knows me very well, and I seem to know him too, but only in my dreams. In reality, I have never seen this guy, never spoken to him, nor heard of him, but for some ambiguous reason, he seems to come to me in my dreams. Is this guy supposed to be something or someone that brings me unpleasant thoughts an acceptable representation in my mind? Is he symbolizing something important? Or is he just a creation of my imagination, only created to help me stay asleep? I don't really know.
I see him in my sleep, he knows me, everything about me; it almost seems to me as if he knows my deepest secrets, my darkest fears, he knows things about me that no one on earth would dare know. There are only three people that know me fairly well: him, my friend, and sister, but they don't know what he knows. Perhaps the only person that ever came close to knowing was him. But he betrayed my trust and so he doesn't and probably will never know. But the guy in my dreams, he is something else. He doesn't exist in the real world, he exists soley in my mind. I have dreams of him every single night. He always shows up, and I (that is in my dreams) am so glad to see him. I light up instantaneously. He kind of makes me feel the way he made me feel when I would see him. But anyways in my dreams, I talk to him, I hug him, I kiss him, I cook for him, I read to him, I walk past him, I walk to him, I run to him, I need him, I hate him, I even love him. I EXPERIENCE FEELINGS OF LOVE WHILE ASLEEP. I'm so mezmorized by his beauty. Tortured by the sound of his voice, sometimes the feeling becomes so unbearable, I wake up crying, I wake up in need of comfort, with nobody by my side. I look forward to going to sleep, because I feel fulfillment. I feel loved. I feel comforted. He listens to me, he cares. Unlike the "so called" friends I have. The ones that are full of so much shit. Well anyways, at least he's real. He never upsets me, or hurts me, with him, every night is full of pleasant, breath taking dreams. I just wish that he was real. I wish someone like that needed me for real. It gets pretty lonely. Really lonely. Waiting for your bullshit friends to call. Waiting for him. It will never be real, not as real as my dreams. I come to life, only when I sleep.
I see him in my sleep, he knows me, everything about me; it almost seems to me as if he knows my deepest secrets, my darkest fears, he knows things about me that no one on earth would dare know. There are only three people that know me fairly well: him, my friend, and sister, but they don't know what he knows. Perhaps the only person that ever came close to knowing was him. But he betrayed my trust and so he doesn't and probably will never know. But the guy in my dreams, he is something else. He doesn't exist in the real world, he exists soley in my mind. I have dreams of him every single night. He always shows up, and I (that is in my dreams) am so glad to see him. I light up instantaneously. He kind of makes me feel the way he made me feel when I would see him. But anyways in my dreams, I talk to him, I hug him, I kiss him, I cook for him, I read to him, I walk past him, I walk to him, I run to him, I need him, I hate him, I even love him. I EXPERIENCE FEELINGS OF LOVE WHILE ASLEEP. I'm so mezmorized by his beauty. Tortured by the sound of his voice, sometimes the feeling becomes so unbearable, I wake up crying, I wake up in need of comfort, with nobody by my side. I look forward to going to sleep, because I feel fulfillment. I feel loved. I feel comforted. He listens to me, he cares. Unlike the "so called" friends I have. The ones that are full of so much shit. Well anyways, at least he's real. He never upsets me, or hurts me, with him, every night is full of pleasant, breath taking dreams. I just wish that he was real. I wish someone like that needed me for real. It gets pretty lonely. Really lonely. Waiting for your bullshit friends to call. Waiting for him. It will never be real, not as real as my dreams. I come to life, only when I sleep.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I Gotta Make It
I gotta make it....
I leave all my fears to my dreams.
Cuz when I wake up from this nightmare,
I'll make everyones realities into terrors.
The moment I make it.
I'm strong on the outside.
But not all the way on the inside.
And when I feel empty, all that keeps me going is the fact
That I need to save myself from me.
I NEED TO MAKE IT.
I leave all my fears to my dreams.
Cuz when I wake up from this nightmare,
I'll make everyones realities into terrors.
The moment I make it.
I'm strong on the outside.
But not all the way on the inside.
And when I feel empty, all that keeps me going is the fact
That I need to save myself from me.
I NEED TO MAKE IT.
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