You've reached an...All Time Low ;)

Well I discovered this song on one of my many adventures through YouTube Narnia. Hope you enjoy it! :) <3

My Addiction...is You

So baby...

Things are getting crazy and I don't know what to say
Got that hazy kind-of-feeling and it's racking up my brain.
Bad decisions, inhibitions yeah they all went away,
Soon as I decided to let loose out your cage.

You've been scheming, acting greedy
Always vying for my time.
I could sip you up then spit you, cos I know this can't be right.
You've grown on me and come on me
Making moves I can't decipher
And these words you whispering in my ear are clouding up my mind.

So I think I'm just gonna roll you up
Take a hit
Maybe we can take a trip,
To that special place in my subconscious you help.me.find

I know that I've been talking a fair game, let's trade
You smoke me out and I can take a hit
You curl around my bottom lip
Got your cannabis all tongue-tied
In the backroom...all night.

Open up my throat love,
Stuff your arms in and make deals just by the corner
With all the shady little brothers
That your mama didn't want.

You looking good tonight-how bout I take you for a ride?
With my Hampton...smoked Beamer in the corner of my eye.
Said you doing me too many favors
After all you're just one flavor
And I need to stay sober or else the party might be over.

She said, "Shut up! Just hit it. It's none of their damn business. Tell your mamma that I ain't hungry, so let's just kick it..."

Your kisses so soft, warm, and great
Baby I'm sorry, there's haze all in my face
You smell like cannabis. Wait this ain't no frickin conversation!
I'm just busy contemplating what a mess that we've forsaken.
Empty promises.
You said that you'd make me feel so special, so
Where's that empty vessel of a man that I've been lying with?
He told me that I was the s*** but he couldn't see straight
Catching balls off a knee plate
And chasing girls who can't bleed yet
This isn't my mistake yet
It's your fault. You did it.

And now we're strung up in this bed
Dirty pictures in my head.
We did it on the table of this shady-ass motel
You called me your darling and said you'd keep me safe.
Empty promises.
No I feel bad I didn't do it
Smoke filling my lungs
Nicotine filling my blood
Poisoning my mind with these images all of the time.

I'm digging my own grave
So you just sit there and behave
While I try to numb the pain
While I'm butchering my brain
While this music's driving me insane
While these voices are calling out my name
Sick of being the one to blame
When really you're who should be blamed...

And I won't hide my face
Even though I'm a disgrace
My body shriveled up and pale.

But you're.my.only...love
The one who's.got.me.flying up above
I felt invincible
But now I'm invisible.

Can-a-bis-be?
I love you...can't you see?

But you're my destruction
So I can't be your...
Heroin...

Being A Hipster...

I'm just going to take a moment to acknowledge my quirkiness.

I like to randomly print blog posts that really speak to me. Then I like to fold them up real nice and put them in my butt pocket. (butt pockets are the BEST places for hands! ;))

Then I take it out every so often and read it because I love the sound of the paper unfolding between my fingers. I love the way the paper feels between my fingers, the cool sort of smooth feel and the smell; wow! I LOVE the smell of freshly printed paper. With the exception of books (they always seem to reek of eggs!) Magazines always smell like carrots.

Yeah so that's what makes me a quirky hipster. Be sure to look out for more posts similar to this...unfortunately.

So I found this song this evening when I should have been studying science. Oh well...:)

Take Me Somewhere Nice...please x)

I want to go to the beach. Nothing fancy. Just the beach.

I want to walk across the sand in my bare feet, with my black high-top Converse sneakers shoelace wrapped around my pinky. Holding my boyfriend's hand. 

I have an imaginary boyfriend. His name is Harold Sizumi. He's Japanese.

I want to jump into the waves and let them crash into my body. I'll even wear my faded jean-short shorts. And my X-Men top. It's baggy.

I want the sun to have just set. Yeah, it'll be all romantic and s***. The water will kiss my toes hello and goodbye and then go off again to its unknown lover.

I want the wind to whip my hair in all directions. But mostly whip it back. Like those pretty girls on tumblr or those models who pose on cliffs. I want to stretch my arms out and pretend I'm that chick from Titanic. Then my dog can come racing down the beach and knock me to the ground.

I want the sun's rays to kiss my skin and make it glow like a Christmas tree. Or maybe more like J-Lo. But I hate J-Lo so maybe not.

I want to lie down on a towel and sit under a huge, polka dot umbrella. With a giant vintage boombox on my shoulder. Blaring out Indie songs from YouTube Narnia.

I want to collect shells. The really pretty ones and make necklaces out of them. Then gather all the sea glass and hold it up in a jar and watch it glisten in the sun. The colors tracing patterns across my face.

I want to buy ice cream from the pier and have my 'boyfriend' smear it on my face. Then we can have an ice cream food fight. Our dog will eat the bits that fall to the sand.

I want to wear my black RayBan and not care that I look like death. I won't care because I'll be happy. I can get out my art-book and start sketching the scenery. All the neat rocks and crabs and stuff.

I want a random group of people to start singing and then I'll join in as lead. Then it can be this big uproar and stuff that takes a lovely bonfire to fix. The cops will sow up and arrest some shirtless overweight guy with a beard and a T-shirt tan line. We could all sit around a massive bonfire in the middle of the beach and get to know each other. My 'boyfriend' would break out his guitar and we would all sing a really cheesy campfire song. Maybe "Young Folks" by Peter Bjorn & John. :)

'Young Folks' - Peter Bjorn & John

        

Hell is a teenage girl...

Okay, so it's been awhile since I last updated my blog but I have only come here to vent.

I have come to vent about my feelings on dating

So please feel free to comment on what a stereotypical teenage girl I'm being

Anyway, there's this guy I like who has a girlfriend. A pretty girlfriend. No, not pretty a freaking gorgeous girlfriend who is one the kindest popular girls around. I don't really know her that well but I can assure you that she seems quite civil in fact. She reads huge thick books and owns a Samsung phone. She is just an all around great girl. Cheesy? Yeah I figured as much.

So the guy is like one of "those" guys. He's the type that when you look at him you wouldn't really believe that he could get any girl he wanted. He's kind of skinny and tall. He also seems to have an interest in anime, action and horror movies. He also likes Yo Mama. He also hates me. Or at least I think he hates me. Being a stereotypical teenage girl, I am prone to believing that my crush probably hates me if he doesn't speak to me. Cheesy? Yeah I figured as much.

Well the point is that Girl A is in fact dating Boy B. The subject in question has been going on for about a month already. It's really cute. But being the stereotypical teenage girl that I am, I believe that in trying to convince myself that he is happy with another girl, I will get over him. Crazy, right? Yeah I figured as much.

Boy B can also play guitar and I bet that he plays it for her. He can also dance  and I bet he dances with her. Boy B can make a pretty good drink, but I bet he makes it for her. Boy B would never want me, but I bet that he always wanted her. Paranoid? Yeah I figured as much.

So seeing as I have to stick to this sort of theme for the majority of the week, I shall start by confessing my true feelings to Boy B...even though he will NEVER get to see this...

DEAR BOY B

Ahem. I haven't really been vocal about the way I feel. All that really matters is that I kinda...maybe...sort of...like you. I've liked you since the end of Form 1 and ever since then, my heart skips a beat every-time I see you.

Please don't think that I'm weird but I must admit, there are a few things I've said that I'm not so proud of. Like how you're an idiot and how you annoy the living hell out of me. I love how you always compliment my artwork and I must admit, half of them I've drawn while thinking of you. I was constantly trying to impress and you just made me feel more secure. And now you're making someone else feel loved and I don't feel comfortable with it. Sorry...

My favorite memory was when you sat behind me at the lockers and you tried to steal my art book. My friends just went ON and ON about it. I pretended to hate it but I secretly loved it. The fact that you find my crap pretty awesome is quite surreal. I remember how we went through a whole term of poking each other and I got all wobbly in the knees cos you were near me. Every-time I see you my heart skips a beat for a second and I start to feel flustered and can't really say much. I tend to stare at you too often and blush (if black people CAN blush!) and I also tend to shy away from any contact with you.

So basically I wish that that was me with your ring on my finger(er, thumb). I wish that were me running my fingers through your hair. I wish it were me getting along well with your adorable siblings. I wish I could have the chance to be with you forever; to be your first and last. I wish you would play guitar for me and dance with me across the stage(even though I can't dance for shit!). I wish that you would hold me close and whisper in my ear that you love me. I wish that you could hold my hand and walk me home, or play with my hair and say it's nice even though it's not mine. I wish we could play video games all day, sit in silence in the walkway enjoying each others company, watch horror movies and anime together and make fun of our friends together. I wish you could give me long tight hugs, lend me your jacket when I'm cold, laugh at my VERY crappy jokes...smile at me x) Squeeze my cheeks and kiss them when I cry. I wish that we were more than the nothing that we are now. I want people to be like, "DAMN! They're still together?!" or, "What a cute couple." We could be the awesome kick-ass couple that everyone envies.

Point is...I kinda...sort of...maybe...like you. And I hope that she doesn't break your heart. Maybe someday I'll get over you and find someone else to swoon over...but I can't...at least, I THINK that I can't.

SIGNED FROM A REALLY LOVE-STRUCK GIRL THAT YOU NEVER NOTICE

Stereotypical teenage girl? Yeah, I figured as much. -_-

'Northern Downpour' - Panic! At The Disco

If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down
Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely

The ink is running toward the page, it’s chasing off the days
Look back at both feet and that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn that fragile
Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world’s a broken bone
But melt your headaches call it home

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down
Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely
Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely
Sugarcane in the easy morning
Weather vanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy morning(Hey moon, please forget to fall down)
Weather vanes my one and lonely(Hey moon, don’t you go down)
Sugarcane in the easy morning(You are at the top of my lungs)
Weather vanes my one and lonely(Drawn to the ones who never yawn)

Sugarcane in the easy morning(Hey moon, please forget to fall down)
Weather vanes my one and lonely(Hey moon, don’t you go down)
Sugarcane in the easy morning(You are at the top of my lungs)
Weather vanes my one and lonely(Drawn to the ones who never yawn)

'I'm Happy But You Don't Like Me' - Asobi Seksu

Ano kumo o miteru
Kotori ga tounderu
Ureshii kedo kimi wa watashi ga kirai

Futari de koi shite
Tanoshii tokoro e ikitai kedo
Kimi wa dokonimo inai

Naze kietai no
Kimi wa nigeteru no
Naze naze doshite
Kimi ga daisuke, daisuki, daisuki, suki nano ni

TRANSLATION:

I'm looking at a cloud
A small bird is flying
I'm happy but you don't like

Let's fall in love
I want to go to a fun place but
You aren't around

Why do you want to disappear?
Why are you running away?
Why why why
When I love you, love you, love you!

SHAMELESS PROMOTION!

Okay, so I kind of promised my best friend Amrit that I would shamelessly promote him on my blog...

So...here it is

You guys should SO check out his blog. It is this really amazing blog about technology and he does demo videos of programs that he has created. DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE BACKGROUND.

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