Miss California

I call on Jesus, but he didn't check his phone today
Oh oh there's my summer girl, I've been wantin' her
I hear she's got a boyfriend
Thought I could leave her for a season but it just got cold
Yeah and it's a lonely hour in my cellphone tower
Broken down transmission
But I'm gonna take you to my boxcar on the beach
And I'm gonna hang the sun above your bed and soak your hair in bleach

You'll be missed, Miss California
You'll be kissed by only me
When they can't find you
You'll turn into a mystery
But your no mystery to me, Miss California

I call on Jesus but he heard I hurt his little girl
Yeah with my reckless stare, I've been so unfair
Misplacing my affections
She had a reason not to take me back into her care
Oh oh I'm just a stray dog now I can't beg or bow
Just give me some direction
But I'm gonna take you to the mansion where I hide
And I'm gonna paint a diamond on your hand, you will be my bride

You'll be missed, Miss California
You'll be kissed by only me
When they can't find you
You'll turn into a mystery
But your no mystery to me, Miss California
Miss California
I'll be around
I'll be around

You'll be missed, Miss California
You'll be kissed by only me
When they can't find you
You'll turn into a mystery, but not to me

You'll be missed, Miss California
We'll be married in the rain
When they can't find you I'm sure I'll be the one they blame
But they can't prove anything, Miss California
Miss California
I'll be around

- Jack's Mannequin

Toasted Skin.

I watched a bootleg of A Walk To Remember tonight. I loved the book, and I wanted to see how it compared. The movie was almost nothing like the book aside from the basic plot line, some scenes were jumbled up and some scenes were changed so the point where it defeated the purpose. But, amidst all of that, I think it was beautifully done. For fairly new, young actors at the time, Mandy Moore and Shane West did an excellent job.

Anyway, league for swimming is tomorrow and I need to get rest. No staying up until past midnight for me tonight.

Laterr

P.S. By the way...we decided to get Tawney. Tonight is her first night here. I really like her a lot, she has a ton of energy and I don't know, it just feels nice having another female in the house besides my mother. It's not like she can talk back, she just stares at me when I talk to her, but still. I feel like I have another friend.

stay awake (dreams only last for a night)

^^ I found this funny.


So okay, this lady brought this dog Tawney over to visit, ya know, to see if we like her. As much as I didn't want another golden retriever because I miss Ted so much, Tawney is very cute. She's about 4 years old and a girl, and I think she could be a good friend, like most dogs tend to be. She's about half the size of Ted and has fur that is much more red in color. She has a ton of energy but that's to be expected, considering she's so young. I'm feeling much better about this whole situation, but I'm still not sure about things. We'll see how it all goes.

For the moment, I'm feeling slightly under the weather. I'm tired. I have a paper due soon. I really like him. Harry Potter rad. Chuck Palahniuk is brilliant. All Time Low is awesome. Tea is good.

Goodnight, world.

Oh baby, doesnt the bite feel so good?

I'm one of the few out of my group of friends who is a virgin and has never done drugs (even though I plan on smoking weed sometime in the near future). I mean, it makes sense, considering a lot of them are Seniors and I'm only a Sophomore. But everyone thinks I'm some prude or goody goody. I get the whole goody goody thing because I'll admit I kind of am, but I fucking hate how I'm known as one. I hate being branded as a prude and subsequently no fun to be around because since I'm a virgin in almost every way possible, I'm not up for having fun, and they always feel awkward smoking around me. They're not pressuring me to do anything, they're pretty accepting of the way I am, but I'm still known as the good girl. And it hurts. Again, they're not pressuring me to do anything, more like I'm pressuring myself. I want to prove to people that I can be fun and I'm NOT a prude.

I can't decide between doing something I'll eventually regret or being the resident goody two shoes.

Nothing a shot of straight vodka and a new episode of MuggleCast won't cure. A few tablets of Tylenol PM wouldn't hurt either.

all the ways you make my stomach turn
and all the long drives
with my friends blur
and I wish I kept them inside my mind
I hide behind these words

and think of all the places
where you've been lost
and then found...out
in between my sheets
in between the rights and the wrongs

The Villa Diodati

So I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button last night. It was great. I enjoyed it a lot. It has one of those bizarre, unique, amazing plotlines. It was a beautiful movie with just the right amount of humor in it. Oh, and I realized that Brad Pitt is sexy. It took me 16 years to realize this haha. But yeah, it was a great movie. Long, but great. I strongly recommend seeing it.

We're reading Frankenstein in English. It's a challenging read and Victor Frankenstein is an irritating, melodramatic character, but the book is good. I'm really interested in Romantic era (which has nothing to do with romance, by the way) style writing.

Frankenstein was written by Mary Shelley when she, her husband, Lord Byron, and others were trapped inside the Villa Diodati for a few days during a storm on Lake Geneva in Switzerland in 1816. The writers challenged themselves to a competition to see who could write the best ghost story. Frankenstein came to Shelley as a dream, and put it on paper. Her colleagues liked it so much it was published two years later.

Another famous story written in the Villa Diodati was The Vampyre, by John William Polidori. It was a big influence in Bram Stoker's Dracula.

I hear you can visit this Villa in Switzerland. I'd love to visit it some day.


Anyway, there's my English nerdiness of the day. Further proof that I should be an English teacher when I grow up.

Tonight's gonna suck.

Snowball is tonight. Obviously, I'm not going. All my friends are either going to the dance or raving tonight. So, I'm all by myself with my family. Lame. Once my mom gets off the phone she's taking my computer away, and she already took my phone away because I'm grounded. More lame. So I guess I'll be sitting doing homework or wasting space or something all night while all my friends are having a good time and hooking up.

You should check out this guy called Chase Coy. He has a new song up called Jeanette. His music is wonderful and thought provoking. It's great when you're in one of those thinking moods. I listen to him often while blogging. Enjoy! :)

postsecret #2

This is not the kind of road trip that you take with your girlfriends in a glossy convertible with the hood down. This is my solitary, gas-guzzling mental health break in my used truck. It's my pilgrimage to Mecca. My attempt to reach nirvana with greasy hair and cigarette burns in the car seats.
I'm a divorced buisness woman who absolutely hates her job. I go to work everyday manicured and crisp. I argue with people over the phone and flash a fake Crest white-stripped smile at my one o' clock appointment. My lunch consists of a chicken fettuchini LeanCusine. When my office closes at five, I hit the gym for an hour before I return home and mope in front of the television. This is my life, the boring, scripted shithole I experience on a daily basis.
I have swapped my ironed pantsuit for jeans and a t-shirt and am sitting in the front seat of my truck, seatbelt buckled and knuckles white on the wheel, wondering what in the world compelled me to do this in the first place. I twist the key in the ignition and the truck roars to life, causing me to jump. I back the car out of the driveway slowly, the tablets of Zoloft rattling against the walls of it's plastic container in the cupholder. The suitcase on the seat next to me slips off and falls onto the floor.
I turn the car to face into the sun, and with a sudden gust of confidence, I give it some gas. I drive off into the bright light quickly, before I change my mind. I'm on my way to truth and reality.

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