I've Got My Wicked Moments

So Halloween is supposed to be a kids favorite holiday, right? Well apparently not. My mother banned me from dressing up or trick-or-treating when I was seven. We were living in England at the time, and we were getting geriatrics coming to our door, holding open their purses and asking for candy. My mom ended my Halloween fun that day.

I figured she had calmed down about the holiday while I was away at school, but now I come back to find out that she has also banned my seven and eight year old siblings to participate in any of the usual Halloween activities. She's just biased because she hates the holiday, I swear it. But no, the kids have to stay home and watch Disney movies. They can't even dress up for their school parties. There has got to be some kind of embarrasment for them to be the only one not dressed up in their entire class. That's just screwy.

But Halloween is my favorite holiday. Candy, horror movies, and being scared shitless? If you know me at ALL, you know that those are my three favorite things in the world. Halloween is like heaven for me. So apparently I will be doing my own thing this time around, most likely gorging on candy and horror flicks. (wait, and this is different.......how??)

We All Got The Blood Of Eden Running Through Our Veins

Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?
Who, are you to tell me if it’s black or white?
Mama, can you hear me? Try to understand.
Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man.
My daddy lived the lie, it’s just the price that he paid.
Sacrificed his life, just slavin’ away.

Oh, if there’s one thing I hang onto,
It gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don’t want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge, show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my face,
I say, have a nice day...
Have A Nice Day

Take a look around you, nothing's what it seems
We’re living in a broken home of hopes and dreams,
Let me be the first to shake a helping hand.
Everybody, brave enough to take a stand,
I knocked on every door, on every dead end street,
Looking for forgiveness,
and what’s left to believe?

Oh, if there’s one thing I hang onto,
It gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don’t want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge, show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my face,
I say, have a nice day...
Have A Nice Day.

When The world keeps trying, to drag me down,
Ive gotta raise my hands, gonna stand my ground.
Well I say, have a nice day...
Have A Nice Day

Steals My Heart When He Takes My Hand, And We Dance To The Rhythm Of The Band

I miss you.

I hate that everything here reminds me of things we did together. I hate that no one will let me forget you. I think of you a lot. It doesn’t bother me anymore. I wish Florida wasn’t so far away. You helped me keep a lot of my sanity here, I realized. But we weren’t attached at the hip. I liked that. I miss that. I miss that you could finish my sentences. I remember when we went to Venice…..it makes me laugh. I miss not talking to you all the time. I miss getting your advice on things. I like that you broke everybody’s expectations of you. I admired that you completely smashed through everyone’s opinions of how you should be, and didn’t give a damn what other people thought. It’s funny how when I’m in a certain place, I keep getting this feeling like you’re sitting next to me. But you’re not. Part of you is still here, with me, I think. That doesn’t bother me anymore, either. It helps keep me sane a lot of the time. A bit.

I miss you.

And Who'd Have Thought That We'd Still Care With The Passion Of Yesterday

Passion is the driving force in our lives. We may have a passion for ice cream, or the color blue. Passion is what compels you to accomplish things. Passion is what makes you feel, when nothing else can.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck but you know what? Passion also screws you up, ruins friendships, is often the cause of screwing people over, and of breaking up relationships that were great. Because you can't control passion. And that fact, in it self, is something that makes you hate it and love it at exactly the same time. You can't control it, but it's up to you to decide how you use it.

I Hijacked A Rainbow And Crashed Into A Pot Of Gold

Kahlil Gibran once wrote: You’re reason and your passion are the rudder… and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burn to it’s own destruction.

Tounge Tied And Twisted Are All My Memories

So I was thinking it's probably time for me to update my blog. And then I realized I had absolutely nothing of any interest to say. The end.

Something Inside That Makes You Do What You Gotta Do

"Better Together"

There is no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving

Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here and where do we go
And how come it's so hard
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing
It's always better when we're together

Mmm, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments just might find a way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now

Yeah, it's always better when we're together
Mmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together (mmm)

I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep
And when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together

You Had Your Chance You Blew It, Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

At this moment, there are six billion, four hundred seventy million, eight hundred eighteen thousand, six hundred seventy one people in the world.
Some… are running scared.
Some… are coming home.
Some tell lies to make it through the day.
Others are just not facing the truth.
Some are evil men, at war with good.
And some are good, struggling with evil.
Six billion people in the world--six billion souls.
And sometimes…
All you need is one.

When All Of This Collides With Reality

1. People should not wait two years to tell you something.

2. Ex's should not exist. They should all just, go die.

3. People need to realize that the word girlfriend actually means something.

4. Apparently common sense is not all that common.

5. Texting is not a good way to convey your feelings.

6. Some songs should just not bring back memories.

7. Certain people just need to like, move.

Cause The Chase Is All You Know, And She Stopped Running Months Ago

Rock on for new blog. Oh and I called them. I'm definately moving to California.