Since no one else seems to want to blog, I'll do the honors!
The end.
:]
Not really.
I have a few resolutions for 2009, but I'm still laughing at people who are sitting around saying things like 'IT`S A WHOLE NEW ME IN 09' or 'SHIT CHANGIN`'. Puhleeze. I'm glad that we all still hold tight to our delusions of grandeur. If you were too passive in 2008 to change anything, what makes 2009 a year for sudden aggression? I'm changing my blog into a 'photo blog', if you will.
Less words, more photos.
And I'm working on a new header.
Which I should, since I haven't updated in over a month.
Since I'm bored and awake, here's a brief overview of 2008, for me:
- I cut my hair. A lot.
- I dyed my hair.
- Dated Kylie F. Bukkit for a moment.
- Broke up with Kylie.
- The Saturday That Never Happened happened.
(I honestly feel like I'm a better person since that happened. While that person and I will never have a true, sustainable friendship because of it, it helped me realize what I was doing to my body had truly negative outcomes. Some stinkier than others. :) )
- Dated Kyle, again.
- Broke up with Kyle ... again ...
- Got called an abomination by a parent.
- Stopped stalking Dexter and actually spoke to him.
- Got fucked up grades!
- Became close with Keeler (best shit that happened, I think)
- Met Dino.
- Became a member of POC
- Rambled countless times on this blog
- Diagnosed with severe depression, along with mild bipolarity
- Moved on.
- Loved Dexter.
I could go more in depth about a ton of things, especially things I left off of this list.
But, I don't feel like it.
Eh.
If you have a question/comment, feel free to speak.
I'm open to all honesty.
I will call you out on bullshit, though.
Tuesday, December 30
Friday, November 28
welcome to heartbreak.
So, at first I was really hesitant about listening to/downloading 808s and Heartbreak.
Love Lockdown had just come across as really rough, and it was a completely unanticipated deviation from 'normal' Kanye.
And to be honest, I just wasn't expecting another album so quickly. HA.
But the more songs that were released, the more I liked the album.
And then I read an article about how Kanye's album was released so quickly because he had absolutely no one to talk to about anything. He felt isolated. Within a week of his fiance breaking up with him (again ....), his mother passed. It's been rumored that he tried to get back in contact with her, but she refused. Needless to say, he poured all of his soul into his music. All of his pain, his turmoil, his questioned insanity - into his music. You can almost hear the pain.
Which leads me to believe that he chose to 'sing' on this album as it would be too hard to force rhymes to convey how you felt. Just 'singing' lets it all come out in its own way. Not all people can rap or rhyme how they feel and have everyone understand, but every single person has the capability to sing what they're feeling.
And that's why I like it.
Maybe it's 'bad' that I can connect to an album that has grief-twinged lyrics, or with a person who's forced to come across as completely unfeeling.
Even glancing at photos of him lately shows that he's in pain.
He looks like a robot.
It's almost like a vocalized journal from Kanye.
Not to mention my boyfriend is on the album. :)
YAR
Love Lockdown had just come across as really rough, and it was a completely unanticipated deviation from 'normal' Kanye.
And to be honest, I just wasn't expecting another album so quickly. HA.
But the more songs that were released, the more I liked the album.
And then I read an article about how Kanye's album was released so quickly because he had absolutely no one to talk to about anything. He felt isolated. Within a week of his fiance breaking up with him (again ....), his mother passed. It's been rumored that he tried to get back in contact with her, but she refused. Needless to say, he poured all of his soul into his music. All of his pain, his turmoil, his questioned insanity - into his music. You can almost hear the pain.
Which leads me to believe that he chose to 'sing' on this album as it would be too hard to force rhymes to convey how you felt. Just 'singing' lets it all come out in its own way. Not all people can rap or rhyme how they feel and have everyone understand, but every single person has the capability to sing what they're feeling.
And that's why I like it.
Maybe it's 'bad' that I can connect to an album that has grief-twinged lyrics, or with a person who's forced to come across as completely unfeeling.
Even glancing at photos of him lately shows that he's in pain.
He looks like a robot.
And my head keeps spinning, can't stop having these visions ...
It's almost like a vocalized journal from Kanye.
Not to mention my boyfriend is on the album. :)
YAR
Sunday, November 16
hop a plane.
Seven weird things about me, as (somewhat) challenged by Constance.
I'm blogging these since they have an explanation.
1. I am unbelievably clumsy. No matter what it could possibly be, I will end up tripping over SOMETHING and hurting myself. Yesterday, I fell when Dexter & I were at the drive through at McDonalds, he turned the corner and I slammed down onto the floor of the car. :(
2. I do not need people's approval, yet I seek it quite often.
3. I can not stand a clean room. It bothers me sooooooo badly. I have seriously rearranged my room but have not cleaned it up. Clean rooms represent ... anal retentiveness to me, and I definitely am not a fan of hyper-organization.
4. If I haven't brushed my teeth, I don't smile correctly. I'll never know why. Seriously, if you think my smile looks odd in a photo, it's very likely that I didn't brush my teeth that day.
5. I read GQ for the articles // I watch the Pick Up Artist and I always squee when the guys do well.
6. Me being sleepy is the equivalent of me being really .... reeeaaaaaaalllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyy drunk.
7. I never eat all of my food. Ever. I always give a piece away, or I throw some away. I have half a bag of popcorn, an extra cookie, pieces of croissant, and a whole bowl of cheerios sitting in here.
I'm blogging these since they have an explanation.
1. I am unbelievably clumsy. No matter what it could possibly be, I will end up tripping over SOMETHING and hurting myself. Yesterday, I fell when Dexter & I were at the drive through at McDonalds, he turned the corner and I slammed down onto the floor of the car. :(
2. I do not need people's approval, yet I seek it quite often.
3. I can not stand a clean room. It bothers me sooooooo badly. I have seriously rearranged my room but have not cleaned it up. Clean rooms represent ... anal retentiveness to me, and I definitely am not a fan of hyper-organization.
4. If I haven't brushed my teeth, I don't smile correctly. I'll never know why. Seriously, if you think my smile looks odd in a photo, it's very likely that I didn't brush my teeth that day.
5. I read GQ for the articles // I watch the Pick Up Artist and I always squee when the guys do well.
6. Me being sleepy is the equivalent of me being really .... reeeaaaaaaalllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyy drunk.
7. I never eat all of my food. Ever. I always give a piece away, or I throw some away. I have half a bag of popcorn, an extra cookie, pieces of croissant, and a whole bowl of cheerios sitting in here.
Saturday, November 15
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
