I am not old, nor am I very wise. Someday I hope to be both. Throughout life so far though, I have encountered many people. All different kinds of people, who all have different kinds of personalities, backgrounds, opinions, and feelings. And I have a theory about not only these people, but people in general. This includes myself.
My theory is that we're all scared. Which we are, aren't we? One of the biggest things I think we're scared of is Lord Voldemort ever killing Harry Potter. I'm totally kidding.. I can't stand Harry Potter and I will not being seeing the new movie that comes out the 15th, because I haven't bothered watching any of the previous ones. But, back to seriousness. I think we're all scared of being happy. I think that the natural way of things is for our lives to be grim and grey and dour. For us to hate what we have, where we live, not to have success, and god forbid ever find love. In fact, I'll go further to say that I think we actually get a kick out of being disappointed and under-achieving. Because it's easier, isn't it? Failure and unhappiness is easier because you can make a joke out of it.
When the days are over I don't want to have to think that there was a gay fiction among us all that we were constantly enjoying outselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. Surely you don't want to have to think that either.
Don't live in fear and be chill, xoxo.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Short and Sweet
If I've learned anything vaulable so far in this life, it's one thing:
People will forget what you said, they'll forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
People will forget what you said, they'll forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Are You In Need of a Sewing Kit?
I'd apologize for not keeping up on the blog last week, but it is silly to apologize for something you aren't actually sorry for. I'm human, I get busy and distracted.
To start off, let's throw something out there. You can't shake hands with clenched fists. For you over logical thinker, well duh! It's physically impossible to shake hands with clenched fists. Enless you're first bumping, that is. But, physically you can't either. It has been said that once you get bit by a snake you have to suck out all the poision. Well, that's what I've been busy doing with my life, sucking out all the posioin. Thankfully though, I was not bit by a snake.
I don't recall why, how, or when it happened. Maybe it's that when you've found so much happiness in life that you get greedy and want een more. Or maybe I just felt the need to share it with people who meant a lot to me at one point. I suppose I just woke up one day, ate my cherrios like I always do, (Apple Cinnamon Crunch is where it's at) and decided, "Hey Kara! How about you do something useful today besides eat, layout, workout, and text!" It appears that that morning my cherrios had no been pissed in, because I decided my activity would be to ment. More like a project, because mending in one day's time is quite a challange. Mending.. hm. Time to break the sewing kit out, we have some things to stitch up. A little more challanging than eating, laying out, working out, and texting. But, what the heck, when's a little effort here and there gonna hurt anyone?
So that's what I proceeded to do that day. Make amends with people who are no longer as big of parts of my life as they once were. In some cases it wasn't even my place to be the one to put the effort into making amends, but I was the bigger person. Sometimes you just have to forgive and move on. People are gonna hurt you, get over it. You're gonna hurt people, they'll have to get over it. I also put my foot out to make amends with people of the past whom I had hurt. Most of my amends have been made, surprisingly enough I didn't have too many to make. But, this is life, and not all the amends I wanted to make have been made. If only I knew what was stopping me..
Maybe today you need to break the sewing kit out too and stitch up some wounds? No one is promising that anyone of us will be here tomorrow. And it's never satisfying to leave the heart on a bad note. Live your life with arms wide open.
Stay chill, xoxo.
To start off, let's throw something out there. You can't shake hands with clenched fists. For you over logical thinker, well duh! It's physically impossible to shake hands with clenched fists. Enless you're first bumping, that is. But, physically you can't either. It has been said that once you get bit by a snake you have to suck out all the poision. Well, that's what I've been busy doing with my life, sucking out all the posioin. Thankfully though, I was not bit by a snake.
I don't recall why, how, or when it happened. Maybe it's that when you've found so much happiness in life that you get greedy and want een more. Or maybe I just felt the need to share it with people who meant a lot to me at one point. I suppose I just woke up one day, ate my cherrios like I always do, (Apple Cinnamon Crunch is where it's at) and decided, "Hey Kara! How about you do something useful today besides eat, layout, workout, and text!" It appears that that morning my cherrios had no been pissed in, because I decided my activity would be to ment. More like a project, because mending in one day's time is quite a challange. Mending.. hm. Time to break the sewing kit out, we have some things to stitch up. A little more challanging than eating, laying out, working out, and texting. But, what the heck, when's a little effort here and there gonna hurt anyone?
So that's what I proceeded to do that day. Make amends with people who are no longer as big of parts of my life as they once were. In some cases it wasn't even my place to be the one to put the effort into making amends, but I was the bigger person. Sometimes you just have to forgive and move on. People are gonna hurt you, get over it. You're gonna hurt people, they'll have to get over it. I also put my foot out to make amends with people of the past whom I had hurt. Most of my amends have been made, surprisingly enough I didn't have too many to make. But, this is life, and not all the amends I wanted to make have been made. If only I knew what was stopping me..
Maybe today you need to break the sewing kit out too and stitch up some wounds? No one is promising that anyone of us will be here tomorrow. And it's never satisfying to leave the heart on a bad note. Live your life with arms wide open.
Stay chill, xoxo.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Phone Collectables
The following are just some poems, lines, sayings, and crap that I have found locked on my phone. Most of it is stuff that I wrote, along with some words of Braden Patton as well. Major props to him for always being the judge of my witty writings I send to him. And offering me ideas from songs and poems and stuff that he's written.
I want so badly for you to be,
The good person I see,
Inside of you.
Your intentions see so wrong,
Lyrics to a rap song,
I just wish you could see,
The person I think you could be.
There was me and you,
trying so hard to fight through.
The bridges started burning,
As we kept yerning,
For a love we once knew,
We always thought was so true,
But the bridges keep burning,
As we keep yerning,
Realize there's only so much we can do,
That love we thought we knew,
Just wasn't so true,
Now it's all throuh,
there is no me and you.
You cry the rivers,
I'll burn the bridges,
You sew us up,
I'll rip the stitches.
I'd rather have scars than go unharmed,
I may be weak, but at least I'm armed.
I hope to god I mean a little more,
Than the sounds that escape your three AM lips,
Oh how I hope I mean a little more,
Than a symphany of heavy breakinthing and the frictions of hips.
Always on my toes,
Can't breathe in the one place familiar to me,
Every sound, every creek, inside I'm weak,
In the one placea familiar to me,
Just need to hear you breathe.
Knees weak, fallen to the ground,
No helping hands, no one around.
Strength is all you need, to take away the rain.
But really, strength is just hiding the pain.
You never meant that much to me,
But the idea of having you kept my heart abeat.
Someone to think about night and day,
Someone who would always stay.
That may be how I feel,
But let's get real,
You're not mine, and I know it,
Sometimes at night, I can't hold it in.
I want so badly for you to be,
The good person I see,
Inside of you.
Your intentions see so wrong,
Lyrics to a rap song,
I just wish you could see,
The person I think you could be.
There was me and you,
trying so hard to fight through.
The bridges started burning,
As we kept yerning,
For a love we once knew,
We always thought was so true,
But the bridges keep burning,
As we keep yerning,
Realize there's only so much we can do,
That love we thought we knew,
Just wasn't so true,
Now it's all throuh,
there is no me and you.
You cry the rivers,
I'll burn the bridges,
You sew us up,
I'll rip the stitches.
I'd rather have scars than go unharmed,
I may be weak, but at least I'm armed.
I hope to god I mean a little more,
Than the sounds that escape your three AM lips,
Oh how I hope I mean a little more,
Than a symphany of heavy breakinthing and the frictions of hips.
Always on my toes,
Can't breathe in the one place familiar to me,
Every sound, every creek, inside I'm weak,
In the one placea familiar to me,
Just need to hear you breathe.
Knees weak, fallen to the ground,
No helping hands, no one around.
Strength is all you need, to take away the rain.
But really, strength is just hiding the pain.
You never meant that much to me,
But the idea of having you kept my heart abeat.
Someone to think about night and day,
Someone who would always stay.
That may be how I feel,
But let's get real,
You're not mine, and I know it,
Sometimes at night, I can't hold it in.
Friday, June 3, 2011
You Could Be Happy
Whether you know it or not, you should be happy, that's what I said from the start.
I know, I know, it's my no boy summer, but.. today I think I'm inlove. How corny. With Steven? No, sadface. I so wish! I'm totally "Feelin' it on Friday" though. Feeling EVERYTHING. Just one of those days when you look around and everything is great. Your tan glows, your friends laugh, the sun shines, and you smile when you look at anything. There could proabably be a pile of dead babies on the ground and I'd smile. Actually, no matter what kind of mood I"m in a pile of dead babies could make me smile. My all time favorite dead baby joke: What's the difference between a pile of dead babies and a trampoline? I take my shoes off to jump on the trampoline. I sound like a crazy now, but pu-lease. Who doesn't love dead baby jokes?! I really would never wanna see a pile of dead babies though. Mood-killer.
Back to how life is so beautiful. It excites me so much that I race to write the words and later when I go to type this I won't be able to read my hand writing because it's chicken scratch excitement scramble. (This is a true statement, because I just had to reread my hand written copy multiple times.) I'm writing to the beat of the music. And now typing to the beat of the music. That's love, if I've ever known it. The only ugly thing about today is that this is life. You know what that means? This beautifulness will only last so long. Actually, it'll last forever. But, soon I won't be able to see it. Because you can't watch the sunshine forever, even though it never stops shining. You've gotta sleep sometimes.
Some people are just turds. I don't know how else to put it. They don't see the brightside of life while floating in the toilet bowl. Instead they choose to sink. Those are the people that also don't like happy people. I bet you're think of an old person right now.. Stop it. Don't hate on the elderly. I love my Nana very much. Those people though. Jeesh, can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Who would I have to bitch about without them? Anyways, they try to claim that it's all just an act. That there's no way anyone can be that happy. Take my word, I know all about this and so do you. Helllllo, we're all humans. I'm like that sometimes. You are too. Wanna hear something embarassing? When I get like that I make these little dorky lists of things to be happy about. The drafts on my phone are full of them so is this notebook.
Right now I'm just anxious for the rest of my life. So many places to go, so many experiences ahead, so many people to meet, so many lives to change, so many dreams to chase. Just one of those days. AH. I hope you had one too! If not, well, sucks to suck. Be happy the work week is over. Although, I don't reckon that's a concern of mine because like I've told you, my life is beautiful. And in the beautiful world you don't have to work.
Say chill and happy, xoxo.
I know, I know, it's my no boy summer, but.. today I think I'm inlove. How corny. With Steven? No, sadface. I so wish! I'm totally "Feelin' it on Friday" though. Feeling EVERYTHING. Just one of those days when you look around and everything is great. Your tan glows, your friends laugh, the sun shines, and you smile when you look at anything. There could proabably be a pile of dead babies on the ground and I'd smile. Actually, no matter what kind of mood I"m in a pile of dead babies could make me smile. My all time favorite dead baby joke: What's the difference between a pile of dead babies and a trampoline? I take my shoes off to jump on the trampoline. I sound like a crazy now, but pu-lease. Who doesn't love dead baby jokes?! I really would never wanna see a pile of dead babies though. Mood-killer.
Back to how life is so beautiful. It excites me so much that I race to write the words and later when I go to type this I won't be able to read my hand writing because it's chicken scratch excitement scramble. (This is a true statement, because I just had to reread my hand written copy multiple times.) I'm writing to the beat of the music. And now typing to the beat of the music. That's love, if I've ever known it. The only ugly thing about today is that this is life. You know what that means? This beautifulness will only last so long. Actually, it'll last forever. But, soon I won't be able to see it. Because you can't watch the sunshine forever, even though it never stops shining. You've gotta sleep sometimes.
Some people are just turds. I don't know how else to put it. They don't see the brightside of life while floating in the toilet bowl. Instead they choose to sink. Those are the people that also don't like happy people. I bet you're think of an old person right now.. Stop it. Don't hate on the elderly. I love my Nana very much. Those people though. Jeesh, can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Who would I have to bitch about without them? Anyways, they try to claim that it's all just an act. That there's no way anyone can be that happy. Take my word, I know all about this and so do you. Helllllo, we're all humans. I'm like that sometimes. You are too. Wanna hear something embarassing? When I get like that I make these little dorky lists of things to be happy about. The drafts on my phone are full of them so is this notebook.
Right now I'm just anxious for the rest of my life. So many places to go, so many experiences ahead, so many people to meet, so many lives to change, so many dreams to chase. Just one of those days. AH. I hope you had one too! If not, well, sucks to suck. Be happy the work week is over. Although, I don't reckon that's a concern of mine because like I've told you, my life is beautiful. And in the beautiful world you don't have to work.
Say chill and happy, xoxo.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Gym > Boys
Thursday! Thursday! Well, it's technically thirty three minutes into Friday. But, it'll look like I posted this on Thursday because Blogspot time is off. Time to reminisce some more. Hate to break it to you, but I'm reminiscing back to boys, again. Cut me some slack though! I'm a boy crazed teen. Reading Seventeen and Cosmo just add to it.
Let's reminisce the fact that boys bitch, moan, and complain a lot. They think girls are bad about it, but if they point a finger at me, I'll point them to the mirror. Even my oh-so-loving father bitches a lot. He's let off the hook though because he loves his hair as much as I love mine.
Boys of my past were extra bitchy about one aspect of my life: my daily working out. Yep, I'm busy and I can't hangout because I have to go the gym. They just don't understand! And it's not like the boys of my past or future are or were big four hundred pounders, that can't walk down the hallway withouth getting chub rub. I usually go for the athletic type. For some reason they just don't understand that I need my daily hour of cardio. Plus, come on, I love going to the gym to socialize. I don't know if boys just think that girl (well.. some of us) look this good by sitting around infront of the mirror. Oh baby, if only that was the secret trick to it.. So many time I feel I've had to say, "Sweetheart, I don't stay this size by sitting around thinking about your whiny ass all day." Which is even truer considering that sitting around thinking about boys makes me just want to shove food in my face til breathing is difficult. Gosh, that sounds violent. And as I write this I'm eating and thinking about boys. Eating peaches that is, keeping it healthy!
Stay fit and chill, xoxo.
Let's reminisce the fact that boys bitch, moan, and complain a lot. They think girls are bad about it, but if they point a finger at me, I'll point them to the mirror. Even my oh-so-loving father bitches a lot. He's let off the hook though because he loves his hair as much as I love mine.
Boys of my past were extra bitchy about one aspect of my life: my daily working out. Yep, I'm busy and I can't hangout because I have to go the gym. They just don't understand! And it's not like the boys of my past or future are or were big four hundred pounders, that can't walk down the hallway withouth getting chub rub. I usually go for the athletic type. For some reason they just don't understand that I need my daily hour of cardio. Plus, come on, I love going to the gym to socialize. I don't know if boys just think that girl (well.. some of us) look this good by sitting around infront of the mirror. Oh baby, if only that was the secret trick to it.. So many time I feel I've had to say, "Sweetheart, I don't stay this size by sitting around thinking about your whiny ass all day." Which is even truer considering that sitting around thinking about boys makes me just want to shove food in my face til breathing is difficult. Gosh, that sounds violent. And as I write this I'm eating and thinking about boys. Eating peaches that is, keeping it healthy!
Stay fit and chill, xoxo.
Steven, Why Won't You Call Me?!
Oh, because it's illegal for us to be together. And you respect the law, but I like that about you.
Ohemgeez, allow me to act like a creepy twelve year old for like five minutes. Ten minutes tops. So Steven, AKA just Steve.. well, we've never met. At least we haven't yet. Okay, on the real, we probably never will. But, my dear friend Emma told me about this cute Mr. Steven, whom she met through shows and bands, and that kind of stuff. And like any other teenage girls would do in their free time, we Facebook creeped this Mr. Steve. From Facebook creeping we established that he a.) has an ugly girlfriend, (whose life we must ruin) b.) wears tight ass rocker jeans and v necks, c.) plays the drums, (he bang 'em hard) As we're trolling this lad, I realize that he goes perfect with the Ke$ha song "Steven." Emma transformed herself to a hipster, drum playing, tight ass rocker pant wearing Steven, and we proceeded to make a tribute.
Steve, if you ever come across this you should know how to get a hold of me. And I want to eat your last name. (For security purposes I didn't mention Steve's last name.)
Stay chill and gorgeous Steve, xoxo.
Ohemgeez, allow me to act like a creepy twelve year old for like five minutes. Ten minutes tops. So Steven, AKA just Steve.. well, we've never met. At least we haven't yet. Okay, on the real, we probably never will. But, my dear friend Emma told me about this cute Mr. Steven, whom she met through shows and bands, and that kind of stuff. And like any other teenage girls would do in their free time, we Facebook creeped this Mr. Steve. From Facebook creeping we established that he a.) has an ugly girlfriend, (whose life we must ruin) b.) wears tight ass rocker jeans and v necks, c.) plays the drums, (he bang 'em hard) As we're trolling this lad, I realize that he goes perfect with the Ke$ha song "Steven." Emma transformed herself to a hipster, drum playing, tight ass rocker pant wearing Steven, and we proceeded to make a tribute.
Stay chill and gorgeous Steve, xoxo.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Magenta
This is the real "Whaddddup on Wednesday" because I actually wrote it on a Wednesday. I've recently discovered I write my best blogs when sitting out on my deck soaking up the sun. Yesterday I wrote outside in my undies. But, today I'm trying to keep it a little classier, so I've got my swim suit on. It even matches. Bonus points! You know what's up on Wednesday?! Magent. Probably my favorite color. Actually, you could probably careless that it's my favorite color, and I could too.
Here's my life story about magent. Life is basically like a giant box of crayons. Most people are like the 8-color boxes, but what you're looking for is the 64-color box with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be like a 64-color box. Well.. not quite, because I have a few colors missing. That's okay though, because I have more vibrant colors, like Flamingo Pink. You see, I have a bit of a problem though, in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there's just so many different colors of life and feeling. So when I meet somene who's an 8-color type, I'm all "heyyyy boy, Magenta!" and he's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and he goes off on this whole purple thing. I'm just like, "Damn..no. I WANT MAGENTA!"
Magenta is what's up on Wednesday. Where are all you magentas?! Oh wait, I'm not looking cause it's my No Boy Summer. Go about life as a 64-color box my friends. No one wants the 8-color ones, besides the desperate cheap 4-color off brand boxes they hand out with kiddie menus at resturants.
Stay chill and 64, xoxo.
P.S. When I wrote this I used a magent pin. YAY for being inspired!
Here's my life story about magent. Life is basically like a giant box of crayons. Most people are like the 8-color boxes, but what you're looking for is the 64-color box with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be like a 64-color box. Well.. not quite, because I have a few colors missing. That's okay though, because I have more vibrant colors, like Flamingo Pink. You see, I have a bit of a problem though, in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there's just so many different colors of life and feeling. So when I meet somene who's an 8-color type, I'm all "heyyyy boy, Magenta!" and he's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and he goes off on this whole purple thing. I'm just like, "Damn..no. I WANT MAGENTA!"
Magenta is what's up on Wednesday. Where are all you magentas?! Oh wait, I'm not looking cause it's my No Boy Summer. Go about life as a 64-color box my friends. No one wants the 8-color ones, besides the desperate cheap 4-color off brand boxes they hand out with kiddie menus at resturants.
Stay chill and 64, xoxo.
P.S. When I wrote this I used a magent pin. YAY for being inspired!
Sorry My Room Is A Mess, Mom
I'm just trying to define myself.
This morning when I rolled out of bed at noon and tried to find a path to walk out of my room, I made a keen observation. My discovery was representation. Too bad there isn't a day of the week that starts with a D, so I guess we'll just have to have Discovery Duesday instead. Duesday makes me think of due date, which reminds me that I probably have a some fines rackin gup at the library. We'll have to save the story about the time I had $16.00 worth of fines for another time.
But, back to the regular programming on Kara's Discovery Channel. Today I realized why most teenagers' rooms are messy. Maybe perhaps your room represents you. And the teenage years can be a messy time in life. Yeah, yeah, I know we've all heard you can't judge a book by its cover, but let's get real. We all still do it sometimes, whether on accident or on purpose. (Btw, I don't think it makes you a bad person; it just shows that you're human.)
I'll be honest, the condition of my room totally describes me. I even try to use the excuse with my mom that "I'm using my room to express myself" when she tells me I need to clean it. But, come on Mom! Let me be me! Okay, okay, let's get to how my room describes me. It's a total mess. Which I'm not a neat person, I like my crap in a mess. (Which could be the reasoning as to why I seem to lose every single thing I touch. Hm..) The messiness also describes my life, which is a little messy sometimes. I'm a teenager, of course life is a litte messy. You have the whole finding yourself phase, the heartbreaks, and all the other stuff you could care less about, but you have to pretend you care anyways. How could you expect my life to be neat and tidy with all of that on my plate?! Oh my, if only parents could understand why us teenagers have messy rooms.
Just like I'm sure most of you do, when a room just gets too messy, you clean it up. Well, I do the same. Which also represents my life. When things get to messy, I clean it up. But, then that room starts to get messy again and once again you have to clean it back up. Same thing happens in life. Messy, clean, messy, clean. I don't like when my room is too messy, because then it smells, and I can't find any clean clothes. I also don't like when it's too clean, because then everything is in it's place, and I can't seem to find what I need. When life is too messy I feel out of control, but when it's too neat and perfect you just feel weird. So really, I like it in between. Not to messy, not to clean.
Stay chill and inbetween, xoxo.
This morning when I rolled out of bed at noon and tried to find a path to walk out of my room, I made a keen observation. My discovery was representation. Too bad there isn't a day of the week that starts with a D, so I guess we'll just have to have Discovery Duesday instead. Duesday makes me think of due date, which reminds me that I probably have a some fines rackin gup at the library. We'll have to save the story about the time I had $16.00 worth of fines for another time.
But, back to the regular programming on Kara's Discovery Channel. Today I realized why most teenagers' rooms are messy. Maybe perhaps your room represents you. And the teenage years can be a messy time in life. Yeah, yeah, I know we've all heard you can't judge a book by its cover, but let's get real. We all still do it sometimes, whether on accident or on purpose. (Btw, I don't think it makes you a bad person; it just shows that you're human.)
I'll be honest, the condition of my room totally describes me. I even try to use the excuse with my mom that "I'm using my room to express myself" when she tells me I need to clean it. But, come on Mom! Let me be me! Okay, okay, let's get to how my room describes me. It's a total mess. Which I'm not a neat person, I like my crap in a mess. (Which could be the reasoning as to why I seem to lose every single thing I touch. Hm..) The messiness also describes my life, which is a little messy sometimes. I'm a teenager, of course life is a litte messy. You have the whole finding yourself phase, the heartbreaks, and all the other stuff you could care less about, but you have to pretend you care anyways. How could you expect my life to be neat and tidy with all of that on my plate?! Oh my, if only parents could understand why us teenagers have messy rooms.
Just like I'm sure most of you do, when a room just gets too messy, you clean it up. Well, I do the same. Which also represents my life. When things get to messy, I clean it up. But, then that room starts to get messy again and once again you have to clean it back up. Same thing happens in life. Messy, clean, messy, clean. I don't like when my room is too messy, because then it smells, and I can't find any clean clothes. I also don't like when it's too clean, because then everything is in it's place, and I can't seem to find what I need. When life is too messy I feel out of control, but when it's too neat and perfect you just feel weird. So really, I like it in between. Not to messy, not to clean.
Stay chill and inbetween, xoxo.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Accept Crack Whores For Who They Are
Yeaaaaah, so my friend Braden has left me for a week to go frolic about on the beach on the East Coast. Sadly, for Braden I won't miss him. But, I do miss our infamous jam seshes we do on the weekly. So, today I was feeling a little lonely having a jam sesh by myself and decided to make it proactive by writing Braden a song. Before you read my song lyrics I will ensure you that neither of us are cocaine addicts (yet) and that it is just a joke. I was inspired by sneezing due to the high pollen count. (I was hanging out on my deck in my undies writing another blog post that will be coming soon.) And Braden and I discussed how sneezing makes people look like crack heads. Which has led us to a song about well.. a crack head.
On with the song. It is to the tune of Mixtape by Brand New. And when Braden learns how to play in on acostic and teaches me, I will play it and sing it for you all to hear. Then we can all discuss how deathly my singing sounds. Here is my real, uncut, and raw version of the song about crack whores:
I've got an eight ball of cocaine,
That says no one's ever seen you,
Completely sober,
You're always fxcked up.
And I'm sick of your addiction,
And the way you always critisize rehab,And cheap cocaine.
And I know that you're a sucker,
For anything with needles,
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish,
That you'd give up the drugs.
This is the first song for recovery,
It's short just like your high,
Somewhat golden like the afternoons,
We used to spend, before you got too low.
(repeat all ^)
Yeaaaah, but I wish you would share.
(repeat x4)
Pictured to the left is this infamous Braden that I speak of. It's his pleasure to meet you, although no promises he'll remember you tomorrow. He reads on my blog and I'm sure he'll be possesed by extreme zeal to know he made it into the blog.
Stay chill and SOBER, xoxo.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Blame It On The Sunshine
Stay chill and TAN, xoxo.
Friday, May 27, 2011
OMFG, I Love You Guys
Ferreal, and I mean ferreal. Lots of love and thanks to everyone who has taken time out of their busy (or not) lives to read what I have to say. And extra thanks for all the nice comments. So, let's give some of you guys props.
Mallory Wolfe im-ed me and said: "you are a legit blogger. You just kindled my spirit. Kindle=light the fire (or to light or set fire;arouse or inspire according to my kindle) Seriously you should be a journalist. Screw the Physchology idea. The blogosphere needs someone asking 'how does that make you feel?'"
Dana Damery messged me and said: "Love it!"
Paul Jackson messaged me and said: I thoroughly enjoyed your blog and loved that I saw my name on there! One day when you're a famous crafting boy hating tanned fit lady, I'll be like, 'that hot bitch talked about me in her blog and we both can quote mean girls like its our job!'"
Laura Bratten also messged me and said: "wow. it was so real, so uncut, so raw"
Vicki Jones commented on my status and said: "it's very, very good and very insightful!"
Marla Washburn commented on my status and said: "you should post your blog to FB in your feeds. It is great!! Good job!!"
Payton Chandler called me and said: "YAAAY! freaking awesome! I wish I had your talent to blog!"
Kelly Aukamp texted me and said: "Bravo, bravo, bravo. I'm really impressed and inspired."
Braden Patton texted me and said: "I thought it was gonna be a total joke. But it's actually very good."
Everyday Katie Nicholls and Sherry Nicholls say: "Did you post anything new to the blog?! What'd you write about?! I'm gonna get on now and read it! Oh I love it!"
Sherry Nicholls also wrote on Facebook and said: (the nicest thing she's ever said to me. SCORE!) "It's beautiful Kara...you make your mom proud"
I bet you beauties are all wondering "How does this make you feel?" "..Wanna talk about it?" Yes, indeed I do. I know this wasn't really an uncut and raw post. But, hey, get over it. It's my blog not yours. And I wanted you to all know that I'm spending midnight on a Friday night rolling around in glory. I spent all those years attempting to play sports when I should of sat around at home being a lard making blogs. We'll just have to see if I can keep this up. Maybe it's the start of something new! Okay, okay, I'm done ranting and raving. This crap is getting too cliche, sappy, and corny for me.
And this is how I feel.
Stay chill, and keep loving me.
Mallory Wolfe im-ed me and said: "you are a legit blogger. You just kindled my spirit. Kindle=light the fire (or to light or set fire;arouse or inspire according to my kindle) Seriously you should be a journalist. Screw the Physchology idea. The blogosphere needs someone asking 'how does that make you feel?'"
Dana Damery messged me and said: "Love it!"
Paul Jackson messaged me and said: I thoroughly enjoyed your blog and loved that I saw my name on there! One day when you're a famous crafting boy hating tanned fit lady, I'll be like, 'that hot bitch talked about me in her blog and we both can quote mean girls like its our job!'"
Laura Bratten also messged me and said: "wow. it was so real, so uncut, so raw"
Vicki Jones commented on my status and said: "it's very, very good and very insightful!"
Marla Washburn commented on my status and said: "you should post your blog to FB in your feeds. It is great!! Good job!!"
Payton Chandler called me and said: "YAAAY! freaking awesome! I wish I had your talent to blog!"
Kelly Aukamp texted me and said: "Bravo, bravo, bravo. I'm really impressed and inspired."
Braden Patton texted me and said: "I thought it was gonna be a total joke. But it's actually very good."
Everyday Katie Nicholls and Sherry Nicholls say: "Did you post anything new to the blog?! What'd you write about?! I'm gonna get on now and read it! Oh I love it!"
Sherry Nicholls also wrote on Facebook and said: (the nicest thing she's ever said to me. SCORE!) "It's beautiful Kara...you make your mom proud"
I bet you beauties are all wondering "How does this make you feel?" "..Wanna talk about it?" Yes, indeed I do. I know this wasn't really an uncut and raw post. But, hey, get over it. It's my blog not yours. And I wanted you to all know that I'm spending midnight on a Friday night rolling around in glory. I spent all those years attempting to play sports when I should of sat around at home being a lard making blogs. We'll just have to see if I can keep this up. Maybe it's the start of something new! Okay, okay, I'm done ranting and raving. This crap is getting too cliche, sappy, and corny for me.
Stay chill, and keep loving me.
I Miss You Guys
It's Friday! The first Friday in a long time that I'm not on my boney knees screaming "TGIF." Thank god it's summer break and everyday feels like a Friday. If it wasn't for my phone screen saying "Friday May, 27" I honestly wouldn't have even known it was a Friday. I'll get to my point though, since I'm sure you're wondering what I'm "Feelin' on Friday." Indeed, I have my "Whadddup on Wednesday," Thursdays of Reminsing, and now "Feelin' it on Friday." Friends, friends, friends. That's what I'm feelin' this Friday. I'm also feeling getting techy with my blog. BAM! My blog now has pictures. ..How does that make you feel? Do you wanna talk about it..?
With all the fun of summer, comes the withdraw of not seeing all my peers on a 5-day-a-week basis. Which sucks! Well, it kind of suck. Because let's get real, some of my peers I won't miss at all over summer. The summer off almost isn't enough time away from them. But, others are deffinately missed.
You may be surprised to know that the average person talks/interacts on average with 32-36 people a day. Results may vary depending on who you are. I'm gonna take a quick break and brainstorm to see how many people I've interacted or talked to today. Let's see.. Cassie, Katie, Mom, Dad, Lucky, (does my dog count?) Walgreen's Lady, Walmart Greeter, Man Who Found My Wallet, Paul, Elena, Starbucks Girl, Verizon Dude, Kid in Journey's, Reid, Fabric Lady, Braden, and Tanning Saloon Girl. Well shit, I've already encountered like eighteen people in my day.
Anyways, back to me missing my friends at school.. They're people I spend seven hours a day, five days a week with. We talk between classes, talk during classes, hangout in the library, and eat lunch together. Even though we all don't hangout outside of school a whole lot, we know a lot about eachother. Granted, I'm not sleepover BFFs with all my friends at my lunch table, but those are probably some of the people that know me best. Especially since I'm a big talker at lunch. They hear it all. When I'm happy, when I'm sad, what I'm excited, when I'm mad. Gosh, I just love them so much they make me wanna rhyme!
Last year in Middle School we all sat together, and we siezed every moment, knowing that when we got to high school things were going to change. We had all heard the cliche that everyone changes in highschool and goes their different ways. Were we going to try to stop this? No, I guess we just assumed we were powerless. When the first day of highschool came around though, we were all in the same boat. We were the newbies. And just as we all did in middle school, we sat together. At first, I think most of us thought it'd only last for the first week until everyone started to go their seperate ways. Thankfully it didn't though. All of us countinued sitting together the rest of the year and as always, we had a blast.
Some of us are different kinds of people, bonded over a common lunch table. Everyday I look forward to lunch. Because it means food, duh. I really couldn't care less about all the losers I sit with at lunch. All the stuff you just read was me trying to act like I care. KIDDING! We're almost like a little family with our inside jokes and a tradition of bringing cake, brownies, and cupcakes to celebrate birthdays. And of course we can't forget how we make fun of Kelly for being a ginger, Tre for being black, and the way Mallory's OCD forces her to eat her lunch in an odd manner. Below is a picture of some of us, from last Friday. Our last Friday together as Freshman.
With all the fun of summer, comes the withdraw of not seeing all my peers on a 5-day-a-week basis. Which sucks! Well, it kind of suck. Because let's get real, some of my peers I won't miss at all over summer. The summer off almost isn't enough time away from them. But, others are deffinately missed.You may be surprised to know that the average person talks/interacts on average with 32-36 people a day. Results may vary depending on who you are. I'm gonna take a quick break and brainstorm to see how many people I've interacted or talked to today. Let's see.. Cassie, Katie, Mom, Dad, Lucky, (does my dog count?) Walgreen's Lady, Walmart Greeter, Man Who Found My Wallet, Paul, Elena, Starbucks Girl, Verizon Dude, Kid in Journey's, Reid, Fabric Lady, Braden, and Tanning Saloon Girl. Well shit, I've already encountered like eighteen people in my day.
Anyways, back to me missing my friends at school.. They're people I spend seven hours a day, five days a week with. We talk between classes, talk during classes, hangout in the library, and eat lunch together. Even though we all don't hangout outside of school a whole lot, we know a lot about eachother. Granted, I'm not sleepover BFFs with all my friends at my lunch table, but those are probably some of the people that know me best. Especially since I'm a big talker at lunch. They hear it all. When I'm happy, when I'm sad, what I'm excited, when I'm mad. Gosh, I just love them so much they make me wanna rhyme!
Last year in Middle School we all sat together, and we siezed every moment, knowing that when we got to high school things were going to change. We had all heard the cliche that everyone changes in highschool and goes their different ways. Were we going to try to stop this? No, I guess we just assumed we were powerless. When the first day of highschool came around though, we were all in the same boat. We were the newbies. And just as we all did in middle school, we sat together. At first, I think most of us thought it'd only last for the first week until everyone started to go their seperate ways. Thankfully it didn't though. All of us countinued sitting together the rest of the year and as always, we had a blast.
Some of us are different kinds of people, bonded over a common lunch table. Everyday I look forward to lunch. Because it means food, duh. I really couldn't care less about all the losers I sit with at lunch. All the stuff you just read was me trying to act like I care. KIDDING! We're almost like a little family with our inside jokes and a tradition of bringing cake, brownies, and cupcakes to celebrate birthdays. And of course we can't forget how we make fun of Kelly for being a ginger, Tre for being black, and the way Mallory's OCD forces her to eat her lunch in an odd manner. Below is a picture of some of us, from last Friday. Our last Friday together as Freshman.
"One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human."
Friends are what I'm feelin' this Friday <3
Stay chill, xoxo.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Say Hello To Goodbye
Just like NeverShoutNever, Thursdays I reminisce. And today I'm gonna look back on Freshman year some more, considering I did have the time of my life. I've already mentioned some of the new changes, and with those new changes came new lessons learned. Over the course of Freshman year, despite my stubborness, I came to realize that sometimes in life you have to let go of people.
That's right, you love it, and you hate it. But, sometimes you just have to let it be, whether they're forcing you to let go, or you're making the decsion yourself. Throughout it all you have to realize that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn. So that being said, we should never regret letting someone be a part of our lives. When it's time to say "So long, farewell." it's time. During Freshman year I realized that it's hard to move on with your own life and be happy when you have negative people consuming it.
Today is Thursday so take the time to reminisce. Have you ever had to rid people of your life so that you could move on? Are there people in your life now who are holding you back? Better yet, are you bringing negativity to someone else's life? Be proactive and figure out who is helping you become everything you want to be, and welcome those who except you for everything you are. As well as everything you aren't.
Stay chill, xoxo.
That's right, you love it, and you hate it. But, sometimes you just have to let it be, whether they're forcing you to let go, or you're making the decsion yourself. Throughout it all you have to realize that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn. So that being said, we should never regret letting someone be a part of our lives. When it's time to say "So long, farewell." it's time. During Freshman year I realized that it's hard to move on with your own life and be happy when you have negative people consuming it.
Today is Thursday so take the time to reminisce. Have you ever had to rid people of your life so that you could move on? Are there people in your life now who are holding you back? Better yet, are you bringing negativity to someone else's life? Be proactive and figure out who is helping you become everything you want to be, and welcome those who except you for everything you are. As well as everything you aren't.
Stay chill, xoxo.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Inspired
At some point we all become inspired. And hopefully at some point in your life you inspire someone else.
A few of my friends were sitting around today hangingout, and it's a rainy day so what better thing to do than blog. I decided I'd tell them about my blog and read it to them. I thought that they'd probably make fun of me or call me a hipster, but I decided that I couldn't keep my mouth shut about my new exciting blog any longer! We're all pretty talkative and usually interrupting eachother, but they peacefully let me drift away into reading my blog. How they reacted? They were inspired! Now they think it'd be cool to start their own blogs. I'm wallowing in pride because they claimed my blog to be very legit.
Just as I may have fueled their blogging fire, someone fueled my fire. All props to my young, cool, hip Aunt Sara who reps the blogging world and formerly, Girl Scouts of Little Rock, Arkansas. She's a follower of mine, so check her out. Well check out her blog, sorry boys, she's happily married. (Sidenote: Are there even any guy followers? No, my dad does not count.)
Who's inspired you? Who have you inspired?
And how does that make you feel? Do you wanna talk about it?
Stay chill, xoxo.
A few of my friends were sitting around today hangingout, and it's a rainy day so what better thing to do than blog. I decided I'd tell them about my blog and read it to them. I thought that they'd probably make fun of me or call me a hipster, but I decided that I couldn't keep my mouth shut about my new exciting blog any longer! We're all pretty talkative and usually interrupting eachother, but they peacefully let me drift away into reading my blog. How they reacted? They were inspired! Now they think it'd be cool to start their own blogs. I'm wallowing in pride because they claimed my blog to be very legit.
Just as I may have fueled their blogging fire, someone fueled my fire. All props to my young, cool, hip Aunt Sara who reps the blogging world and formerly, Girl Scouts of Little Rock, Arkansas. She's a follower of mine, so check her out. Well check out her blog, sorry boys, she's happily married. (Sidenote: Are there even any guy followers? No, my dad does not count.)
Who's inspired you? Who have you inspired?
And how does that make you feel? Do you wanna talk about it?
Stay chill, xoxo.
Sleazy Wednesday
I'm not feeling the Top Ten on Tuesday, so I'm gonna switch it up and do "Whadddup on Wednesday."
This is only like my second blog post and shit's already about to get sappy, not to mentiona whole lot of corny. Let me tell you what's up on Wednesday.
Boys, Boys, Boys. Oh, boys. They're everywhere, and at times consuming teenage girls' minds. At times? Okay, 99% of the time. And well, I'm among those teenage girls. But boys = bullshit. And no, I'm not bitter, (okay, okay, maybe a little, but that's beside the point.) I'm not that bitter though, just honest. So, this summer is going to be a no boy summer for me. No boys = no heartbreak. Let us all take a moment to raise our cups of coffe, or whatever you're drinking this morning, to that!
Boys came to mind because just a few days ago my oh-so-loving mother and I were talking about all my ups and downs of Freshman year. One of the first things we talked about were, sure enough, boys. Yikes! Freshman year did bring my first heartbreak. I'll admit it now, but most of the time you'll catch me in denial. Being all, "we're too young to be heartbroken, that shit is so dumb and overrated." Which heartbroken me even agrees, it is so overrated. But thankfully, time heals all, and it's been over six months.
Here is my moment of coming clean and admitting: I, Kara Anne Nicholls, have been heartbroken. Was I sad? Absolutely. I had those pathetic moments where I thought I wouldn't make it through the day. In the end though, I learned a lot about myself and the other person. Eventually it was out with the old and in with the new. I learned the best cure for a heartbreak is not a rebound, but the reconnections you make with old friends and new friends. And the other secret best cure is googling sappy love quotes and songs, as you wallow in self pity.
That's what's up on Wednesday. You hurt, you heal, and throughout it all, it's a bittersweet and beautiful struggle.
"..and how does this make you feel?
do you wanna talk about it?"
Happy Hump Day!
Stay chill, xoxo.
This is only like my second blog post and shit's already about to get sappy, not to mentiona whole lot of corny. Let me tell you what's up on Wednesday.
Boys, Boys, Boys. Oh, boys. They're everywhere, and at times consuming teenage girls' minds. At times? Okay, 99% of the time. And well, I'm among those teenage girls. But boys = bullshit. And no, I'm not bitter, (okay, okay, maybe a little, but that's beside the point.) I'm not that bitter though, just honest. So, this summer is going to be a no boy summer for me. No boys = no heartbreak. Let us all take a moment to raise our cups of coffe, or whatever you're drinking this morning, to that!
Boys came to mind because just a few days ago my oh-so-loving mother and I were talking about all my ups and downs of Freshman year. One of the first things we talked about were, sure enough, boys. Yikes! Freshman year did bring my first heartbreak. I'll admit it now, but most of the time you'll catch me in denial. Being all, "we're too young to be heartbroken, that shit is so dumb and overrated." Which heartbroken me even agrees, it is so overrated. But thankfully, time heals all, and it's been over six months.
Here is my moment of coming clean and admitting: I, Kara Anne Nicholls, have been heartbroken. Was I sad? Absolutely. I had those pathetic moments where I thought I wouldn't make it through the day. In the end though, I learned a lot about myself and the other person. Eventually it was out with the old and in with the new. I learned the best cure for a heartbreak is not a rebound, but the reconnections you make with old friends and new friends. And the other secret best cure is googling sappy love quotes and songs, as you wallow in self pity.
That's what's up on Wednesday. You hurt, you heal, and throughout it all, it's a bittersweet and beautiful struggle.
"..and how does this make you feel?
do you wanna talk about it?"
Happy Hump Day!
Stay chill, xoxo.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
New, New, New.
This year has been full of new things for me. New school, boys, friends, social life, hair, and fortunately still the same big personality. (Or maybe not so fortunate if it's too much for you to handle.) To add to my list of new things: this blog! That's right, I'm giving blogging another shot. Sorry to those who got all excited about my last blog, (my 4 followers) That blog was just a miserable fail on my part.
Sitting in Spanish, on my last day of finals, waiting for the bell to ring so I could begin my wild summer, I decided I would now have time to give you guys all my raw and uncut feelings on life. Shit's gonna get real and deep this time. So, until next time, I'll let you all prepare yourselves.
And as I've recently gotten addicted to asking..
"..how does that make you feel?"
Stay chill, xoxo.
Sitting in Spanish, on my last day of finals, waiting for the bell to ring so I could begin my wild summer, I decided I would now have time to give you guys all my raw and uncut feelings on life. Shit's gonna get real and deep this time. So, until next time, I'll let you all prepare yourselves.
And as I've recently gotten addicted to asking..
"..how does that make you feel?"
Stay chill, xoxo.
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