Did you know that Grace Slick was not the first singer for Jefferson Airplane? The first singer was a lady named Signe Anderson, but she left the band to go start a family. Grace Slick was first a member of Great Society, and it was this band that originally wrote some of Jefferson Airplane's first hits. I think they wrote Somebody to Love and White Rabbit, but I am not sure about that.
On an unrelated note, I heard that to unclog a toilet, warm water and dish soap left to soak does the trick. I figured we could all use that helpful hint :)
I once knew a girl with the sun in her eyes. When I first met her I never noticed how bright they truly were. We were trapped in a classroom me on one side she on the other. One clear and beautiful day we did talk, just off hand a pointless conversation, but when she spoke I could not tear myself away from her eyes. Looking back on it I can hardly remember what it was we talked about but I do remember where we were. It was a Tuesday during our junior yeah of high school, and we happened to bump into each other in a park near the school. I was taking a much needed walk and I never asked what she was doing. We started talking about all kinds of things we talked so much that we sat down under a tree. It was noon the sun was high and there was a gentle breeze shaking the leaves on their branches. It was at this time that I first noticed her eyes, the shadows of leaves would dance across her face and every so often the sun would shine on her. Each time a ray of light darted across her face her eyes shone a brilliant gold, and each flash was a small taste of true beauty. I have a habit of not being able to control myself when I’ve met someone that has and incredibly gorgeous attribute. The words, “you have beautiful eyes,” flung themselves out of my mouth before I had the chance to stop them. I had thought at the time that I had something incredibly corny and looking back at it I still think that, but she blushed and I blushed and we kept talking for a very long time. At some point all things come to an end especially conversation, and I in my infinite foolishness forgot to get her number.
This song is called Two Weeks by Grizzly Bear. It has been played approximately 56 times on my iTunes and I have only had it for about...two weeks. Haha. Ironic! Anyway, it's amazing and I absolutely love Edward Droste's sleepy voice. If you don't know Grizzly Bear. Get to know them very well starting...now.
I was going to write a poem, but it didn't work out that way. I suppose that's life I guess. I never write when I feel like it, I write when it comes to me. In this sense, I don't have much of a choice. Most of my poetry isn't even inspired by anything. In fact, most of it has nothing to do with my personal experiences. It may seem like it sometimes, but I'll write something, from staring blankly at a wall or something and drifting off into my day dreams. It isn't until I finish that I'll think about it and say wow, that kind of relates to me in the weirdest way.
I think that's when I perform the best. When I am totally not thinking about writing anything at all. My inspiration forms out of...nothing, absolutely nothing. Though I will say that at times it does, especially last year when I was very home sick, I'd write about missing my family or missing certain people I am not contact with anymore, but even then, I felt like that wasn't my best. I was writing to just ease the pain and that was bittersweet.
So the desire to write a poem failed and now I am just talking about how I usually go about writing a poem. I guess I'm just bored and wanted to write something anyway.
My brother came over today and we baked cookies for my mama. Mainly he baked and I was his assistant. I can say now that the cookies ended up much better than what I had planned them to be and mother keeps snacking on them every time she walks into the kitchen. Mission Accomplished. Now I am listening to NOVELS on repeat :D while my brother is sleep on my new futon (jerk). My sister and mom are watching some show on Oxygen and I am stuck in the kitchen writing about nothing.
I was supposed to go Ice Skating with my friends, but I just really wanted to stay in and spend time with my family. It's so funny because I was stuck here all day yesterday and I wanted to leave more than anything. I felt really bad that I said I wasn't coming but at the same time, I don't think I would have enjoyed myself as much if I went to make others happy. Sometimes, I just don't feel like being around my friends. That came out really mean but it's just an honest statement that I think everyone feels every once in a while. I think it's healthy and I think it makes relationships stronger. Today was just about my family. It is very rare that we spend time all together nowadays and I just really wanted to do something nice for my mom. She loves cookies more than any other snack. In fact, she just came in here right now to get another cookie and I didn't even notice until she left. That sneaky little lady. My mom has such a child-like mentality. That's what I love the most about her.
I'll probably go to the movies by myself tomorrow. I know it's weird, but I enjoy going to the movies alone. I don't have to please anyone and I am just relaxed by myself. I haven't done that in a while. I could get my nails done too but it all depends on how the day turns out. If there's a true way to make you happy, treat yourself to some quality one on one time with you. We're surrounded by people everyday, people we feel like we have to please but we never get to please ourselves. So I say get a break every so often. Trust me, you'll love it.
If you've read this far, I am so sorry. I went off on several tangents and have definitely wasted your time. Hope you liked the song though! Go ahead and treat yourself by give it another listen! Hope you had a Happy Sunday!
Ha. You must think I am an idiot. You fall asleep, don't call for a month and yet, you sing to my voicemail when you know I'm back in town. I will not be a filler for you. You aren't even clean anymore! You make me so angry. So angry. And yet I want to speak to you. I just don't want you to say anything back. Let me tell you how I feel, and understand that I don't care what you have to say. I don't need your excuses. I don't want them. You messed up again, and I really wish I could think of a time when you did something right. That sounds mean, and I guess it is; it's not that I think you are a bad person though. I think that when people (and when I say 'people' I mean 'everyone I have spoken to minus one person') say that I 'deserve better' they are saying that you aren't good for me. They don't have the right to judge you as a person, but they seem to know me better than I know myself. Still, I keep looking for you. I keep waiting. Waiting for my phone to ring, even though I don't expect it to. Wishing that you really were the person that I think you could be.
So I am an idiot and slept at 8pm while I was watching a movie with my momma. HUGE MISTAKE. Now I am up very late and my sleeping pattern is totally wacky. I was hanging out with my sister and my cousin and we watched The Boondocks but now they fell asleep. Facebook can only stimulate my mind so much, so I got nostalgic and watched some old episodes of DeGrassi: The Next Generation. I giggled to myself silently as I remembered sneaking to watch it on The N in middle school because I was embarrassed to say that I liked it. I had the biggest crush on JT. OMG I cried so hard when he died on the show. I was devastated.
Now I am laying down bored again with nothing to do, so I am just chillin reading something on google books and listening to pandora.
Here is a simple song called Little Garcon by Born Ruffians.
I'll usually love a band and become obsessed with it until I grow bored, but Born Ruffians is one band I will never get sick of. I listen to them every day and they never cease to amaze me. I think I've found my true love. Their folk heavy songs and catchy lyrics are always fresh in my mind like the first time I listened to them at my friend Taylor's house.
This song is dedicated to you James Tiberius "JT" Yorke. May you rest in peace.
*Except I'm a little fille stuck in bed with a little garcon in my head.
I just mustered up the strength to finally pack my stuff. I am very proud of myself that I stuffed a month's worth of clothes in my tiny pink duffel bag and guess what? I am only bringing THREE pairs of shoes home! Now you all know this is a big deal. Actually, it's huge. Hopefully I won't be so desperate to go to the Roadium to buy 5 dollar shoes!
Anyway, I am very excited to go home. I can't go to sleep. I have to wake up at 4 officially get ready anyway because my cab is coming at 4:30am. Home is so close. I can't wait to see the LA skyscrapers while I land. It's so funny, I never thought I'd miss a place I disliked so much in my youth, but now I feel like I appreciate home more than ever.
Inglewood here I come! :-D
While I was packing, I was listening to some old hip-hop, I will share some with you.
This is Slick Rick's song called Children's Story. This was my jelly jam when I was younger! I suppose it's somewhat satirical because it's making fun of urban culture and how the youth are perceived. I didn't understand it when I was younger, I'd just sing it and go about my day but really, this song is very conscious. I love hip-hop that makes you think because nowadays, that is so rare to find with all this nonsense rap music in the media.
But I could go on about that so I'll just stop here. :)
