Originality

Or lack of I should say. I am disappointed with today's art. Today's music especially. There is one particular artist I cannot stand. B.O.B. . First of all, his rapping sucks, if you're going to compete with artists like Drake, Eminem, Kanye and Lil' Wayne (just naming some) you have to step up your game. Every single that I've ever heard from him has pissed me off. I can't stand airplanes, I can't stand nothing on you, and now he has some new single with another artist. You can put talent on a song but that doesn't cover your bad rapping. The songs are so overplayed, I think that the world needs to be exposed to talent, REAL talent.

A couple weeks ago I found an artist, who had the absolute amazing voice. Her songs had meaning to them, I could relate to them. Everybody can relate to Taylor Swift's music, but she sings about love and break-up. What if you've never been in love? Well then you can't relate to it! Anyways... the talented artist's name is Marina, she's from Marina and the Diamonds. If you scroll down to the very bottom of my page you will see my play list with some of the music I like. I have three of her songs as she is splendid to listen to. My favorite song by her is Oh No!. I love it so much because the lyrics describe me so much. It's not a sappy love song, its about life. Life isn't sappy, it's wonderful. You should all love life, it's taken me many years to realize that. Sounds like Oprah has finally gotten to me.

I'm feeling quite sad. I had bought all these wonderful clothes and I can't wear ANY of them. I can't wear any jeans or pants of any sort, it rubs against my bandages. I had bought a beautiful dress, I wore it looked in the mirror and frowned. Bandages are SO ugly. I've accepted that until these bandages come off, and that horrid scar clears up a bit I won't be able to wear all the clothes I bought. I'm on house arrest. I haven't left the house in 1 week. I feel really odd. My brother has been hanging out with friends all summer. My best friends aren't even close to home. One spends his summers on the farm, the other in the biggest water park in North America. My other friend had summer school, and she got 93% congrats to you Blessing. Now my parents are nagging me to go to summer school too :/ TOO LATE NOW haha.

In the words of Marina.

I AM NOT A ROBOT

and

NEITHER ARE YOU!

xx

Let's quote great music

"These people are really weird
And they're giving me the fear
Just because you know my name
Doesn't mean you know my game
All of us are in your face
And whisper I'm in the wrong place
Is there more to lose than gain
If I go on my own again, on my own again"

"One track mind, one track heart
If I fail, I'll fall apart
Maybe it is all a test
Cause I feel like I'm the worst
So I always act like I'm the best"


"I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars."



I'll expand to this, as great songs have great lyrics.

TV has gotten VERY dramatic, it's very entertaining. :D

The cautious don't live

THAT'S WHY MY LIFE IS SO BORING.


Time: 5:20 pm. Location: Computer room. Mood: unsatisfied.

I have come to realize that I am very boring. Despite my best interests to maintain a fun and enjoyable life, I find myself yawning at the most random times. I'd hate to say that my surgery has caused me to become so boring but I find it is true. I can't do anything without the help of my parents. It's the worst feeling in the world. I know I had surgery and all, but I don't like being treated like a baby. They mean well but they should stop it. I was watching Princess Diaries, and there was a part that I particularly was fond of. I can't remember how it goes exactly but it went along the lines of "The brave may not live long, but the cautious don't live at all". A light went on off in my head, and I knew exactly what that meant. I was too cautious, I was very needy. I'm going to change that.

I don't ask my parents for help anymore. They insist on helping me, I yell at them. When I'm hungry I get up and I slowly walk towards the kitchen. It takes me about 5 trips until I can sit down at the table and eat, but I am getting exercise right?

The point of the random post is that, you can do it. I was doing my exercises today and the pain was unbearable. I'm on phase one on the recovery, it's day 6, and well I'm healing VERY slowly. I told my dad I can't, he told me that he never wants to hear me say that again, because I can't doesn't exist.

EMPOWERMENT.  Hahaha sounds like a Rapport add. But the difference is, I didn't spend $700 to learn that I can do it, I got a free lesson from life.

I'm sewing a doll. He/She will make their debut soon, when i finish sewing them.

Until then, you can hide in the car, or you can walk to the front door.
That made no sense to you, but perfect sense to me.

xx