Look Out Future, Here I Come.

Today is the day that my boyfriend and i have been dating for officially 8 months.  Time sure flies.  It got me to thinking about how fast time really does pass us by.  I mean, I catch myself all the time saying "last year" when speaking of my freshman year.  I'm at the end of my junior year!  That definitely was TWO years ago!  And I've already taken my ACTs for the first time, my ceremony to receive my class ring is next week, and my junior prom is only three weeks away!!  And not to mention, i'll be 17 this upcoming July.  Dear God!  When did i get so old?  Pretty soon i'll be graduated high school and moving on to college and starting a life of my own.  Gee...myself out there in the big world on my own...seems kind of scary.  I'm nervous.  But also excited.  I'm ready to kick start my career of a very successful tattoo artist and move my butt to LA, California.  I have very specific expectations for myself, if you haven't noticed.  A strong, independent female individualist has to.  I can't just be allowing myself to just get by.  I want to make something of myself.  And i'm going to.  Art is a cut throat business now-a-days, but i can make it.  I'm ready to get out there, start kicking ass and taking names.  Mark my words, I'll have my own parlor one day.  Be sure to look it up in the near future.

My babbling.

Ever have one of those days that are just so perfect, that make you feel so giddy and light that you pinch yourself to see if you'll wake up underneath the covers?  Well i had one today.  Nothing special happened.  My boyfriend just got his license, so he drove over to hang out after church.  We spent the day talking, laughing, and play wrestling.  Nothing out of the ordinary but today, it just seemed extra special. :)


i know you don't want to hear me babble on about my boyfriend.  So bye for now.

Born This Way!

 Born This Way by: Lady GaGa

Intro:
It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'Cause you were born this way, baby

Verse:
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's nothin wrong with lovin who you are"
She said, "'cause he made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,
Listen to me when I say"

Chorus:
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Post-chorus:
Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag - just be a queen
Don't be a drag - just be a queen
Don't be a drag - just be a queen
Don't be!

Verse:
Give yourself prudence
And love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth
A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (hey hey hey)
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah (love needs faith)

Repeat chorus + post-chorus

Bridge:
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby you were born this way
No matter gay, straight, or bi,
Lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to be brave

Repeat chorus

Outro/refrain:
I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!

I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!

[i don't even need to explain myself about why i posted this.]

Ignorance is Bliss

You know, children really are the most amazing thing God has ever created. They are young, carefree creatres that spend their days in their imaginations. They cry when their sad, laugh when their happy, and steam when their mad. They are not fake, because they don't know what fake is. They are completely ignorant to the world's evil. They have no stress, no pity, nor any sorrows. They do not linger in the past or worry about what may come in the future. Children are God's little happy miracles. Don't you wish you could've stayed in that innocence forever?

NOT MUSIC.

Welcome to my blog.  Where I can say whatever I please and no one can do a damn thing.  So today, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the most fakest, most talentless band that has ever walked God's green Earth.

I give you, readers of this blog, Insane Clown Posse!

I honest to Jesus do not understand how people consider this garbage music.  I just want to find these idiots and scream "look at yourselves!  You are grown-ass, white men painting your face like clowns and trying to be all badass and gangster while calling yourselves juggalos!"  Really?!  Juggalos?!  Gather the last bit of self respect that you have left and STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING!!!  Except for the Faygo.  I approve of Faygo. :d  But seriously, you really think you're a badass gangster while you look like you just back from a birthday party gig and singing a song called "Boogie Woogie Wu"?  Scratch what I said earlier: you have no self respect.  And yes, I do have the right and am in the right place to judge and criticize.  My boyfriend and his entire family are ICP fans or as you would say...*gag* juggahoes--err, juggalos.  I am around the damn "music" every time I am around him or his dad.  And i die a little every time the trash enters my ears.  There's my little bit of critizism for the day.  Have a nice one.

Ohh, and for all the ICP fans that are cussing me right now that have just read this:

eat one. :)

When Shitzus attack!!

It's kinda hard for me to type but i HAVE TO HAVE TO tell this story.  Yesterday i was playing with the family dog, Harley, who is a Shitzu.  He has a really nasty attitude.  Well he growls at everything, when he's happy or mad.  So when he started his warning growl at me, i couldn't tell the difference from his happy growl.  And when he bit the crap out of my pinky and pointer finger on my left hand, i got really mad.  So when I said "Harley, go to your cage!" and then he just ran and hid underneath the table, I got even more mad that he disobeyed me.  So i tried to pull him out from underneath the table and put him in his cage.  And when I reached under there, there was no warning, he attacked my right hand.  I've been told by multiple people that he must've clipped an artery from all the blood that poured out of my hand.  I screamed bloody murder, at first from the sight of all that blood, and then from the pain.  My little, 12-year-old brother was in a panic at just that.  And i guess me yelling "Call Mama!  Call 911!  Call somebody!" didn't really help.  XD  It's so funny now to think back about his little ghost-white face all terrified trying to scramble up some washcloths and dishrags and band aids as he finally got a hold of three people: my mom, my aunt, and my boyfriend's mom.  Lol.  I'm surprised he didn't pass out because he almost did whenever i got my belly button pierced on my 16th birthday.  Oh, but I'm okay now.  My hand's all wrapped up, my thumb's swollen twice its normal size and I have blood underneath my fingernails.  And for some reason, my thumb keeps going numb...But it's okay in general.  Ahh!  My internet keeps going out so i have to go.


Just a little funny story for you.


By the way: did you know that Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and ABC's have the same tune?  Just realized that today. Haha.

GRRRRR!!!

Okay, usually I use my blog to be advisable and a little entertaining.  But I need to vent today.  Something not that huge happened at school today, but for some reason, I just can't let it go.  During lunch, I had my guitar leaning against my chair OUT OF THE PATHWAY.  And when one (visually large girl) walked past, she bumped it and it fell over (with a sickening twang.)  Any sensible person would think "oh! i just knocked over someone's guitar. That must've cost a lot.  I should pick it up."  But no!  The stupid *enter insult here* kept on walking!  So when my friend said "Your guitar's on the floor", I said (very loudly...well actually, I kind've yelled it)  "Well maybe if people wouldn't knock it over, it would'nt be on the floor!"  I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but you just don't disrespect someone's property like that.  So the stupid *enter insult here* started yelling to herself about how I did not just say that and blah blah blah.  And she went back to her little preppy clicky bitchy group and told them and they all turned and looked at me.  I just smiled and waved.  :)  Because I can be a bitch too.  And as they were leaving, they called me a chipmunk-faced bitch.  Umm, I'd rather be a chipmunk than a fat*** cow any day, thank you very much.  UGH!  I HATE STUPID PEOPLE!!!!! XO


okayy...i feel better.