Christine Can't Call
Smash Mouth - “All Star”
Yes, I’m serious. Ever sit down and listen to these lyrics? So much more relevant now than they ever were when I was a kid.
Well the years start coming and they don’t stop coming. Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. Didn’t make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do; so much to see. So what’s wrong with taking the back streets? You’ll never know if you don’t go. You’ll never shine if you don’t glow.
Hey now you’re an All Star get your game on, go play. Hey now you’re a Rock Star get the show on, get paid. And all that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars break the mold.
It’s a cool place and they say it gets colder. You’re bundled up now but wait ‘til you get older, but the meteor men beg to differ—judging by the hole in the satellite picture.
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin. The waters getting warm so you might as well swim. My world’s on fire. How about yours? That’s the way I like it and I never get bored.
Somebody once asked “Could I spare some change for gas. I need to get myself away from this place.” I said, “Yep. What a concept. I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little change.”
Christmas List 2009 →
I like buying gifts for people way more than receiving them, but if you want to get me something, that’s my Amazon Book List. I don’t really want much else, but I have a list of places I want to go, so if you’re trying to have a Board Game Night, go Cosmic Bowling or Laser Tagging, I’ll even pay and consider it my Christmas present.
Besides family, here’s who I’m buying gifts for this year: Monique, Louis, Alexa, Steph W., Rae, Karlyn, Fiona, Erica
If you’re not on here, it’s not because I don’t love you, it’s that my bank account can’t handle my Christmas splurging.
Stream of Conciousness #1
Started writing a long blog entry then realized the topics changed completely with each paragraph, thus making it inappropriate for my formal blog, and more appropriate for my tumblr on a paragraph by paragraph basis:
I’ve always said I want to be famous. Not rock star famous, but behind the scenes famous. The type of girl that you know is a big deal, but you’re not quite sure why. The type of girl most people see in the background of photos and videos and think “I see her everywhere.” I want to be the girl everyone has an opinion of, negative or positive. The type of girl that dances on bars sober and is the life of the party, not the one puking outside or shooting up in the bathroom. The type of girl who’s friends are amazingly talented but would never brag about who she knows or who she parties with. The girl that is thanked in albums and maybe some acceptance speeches. The type of girl that works hard, but parties harder. The girl mentioned in textbooks for being a part of something bigger than herself. That’s the girl I want to be. While I must admit, I love the attention, more importantly I love surrounding myself with people that truly love their lives, because those are the people that help me love mine.
Twitter is especially entertaining tonight.
I used to pray like God was listening. I used to make my parents proud. I was the glue that kept my friends together, now they don't talk and we don't go out. I used to know the name of every person I'd kissed. Now I made this bed and I can't fall asleep in it.
Down with Webster - Rich Girl$
So fucking good, didn’t see them enough times on Warped.
I kind of don't want to buy a ticket to The Starting Line's reunion show because I don't think I'm a big enough fan to deserve to attend something like that.
Went to see my favorite boy in the world. I told him to fuck off, he told me he loved me then opened my car door for me and hugged me goodnight.
I’d marry this boy.
Hold your tounge.
You know nothing about this, don’t even get involved.
