Someday this will not control my life.

7 Eclectic Confessions ~

Deriving ideas, style, or taste from a broad and diverse range of sources ~ aka story of my life

1) I'm OBSESSED with my new room.

It has layers of personality, just like I think that I do! Zebra sheets, orchid walls...I mean actually now it sounds incredibly awkward here but I swear it looks amazing

2) I think Lady Gaga writes some of the most eccentric yet

remarkably touching and truthful lyrics ever.

Don't believe me? Check her new song, Born This Way: http://www.metrolyrics.com/born-this-way-lyrics-lady-gaga.html Soon to be released! "Sometimes I find my head spinning. Not because of alcohol, but because of my life." ~Lady Gaga

3) I'm starting to get excited about college.

I'm still panicking about the future, but a large part of me is preparing and feeling excited for what's to come!

4) I think Caribou's hot chocolate makes me crazier than normal.

It keeps me up way later than normal and gives me the strangest dreams...and yeah I know that most people drink some o' those coffee drinks, but no. Definitely not me. Coffee = disgust.

5) I'm pretty sure I was born in the wrong generation.

Yeah. I dunno but my old soul longs for the classier age! Don't get me wrong, I do love many things about the 21st century, but certain things I just miss about previous eras.

6) Someday I'm going to own a house in Grand Marais.

Grand Marais is literally my dream town. I won't live there permanently, but it will be my escape. From Ben Franklin and Sven and Ole's, to The Trading Post and Artist's Point, my soul is literally in heaven there. That week of my summer has never been beaten yet.

7) Lights. I love lights.

I love lights and I want them everywhere in my room. I've always had those glow stars on my ceiling, but I'm gonna get more to add up there so my universe will be complete! I also would really like some lanterns and twinkly lights to add. I wish my parents were cool with candles in my room, cause then I would totally have them but I kinda blew that option when I had a certain lamp incident as a child. Yeesh.

Well, if you read all 7 of these (my favorite number) you might have learned some stuff about me! These are all things on my mind tonight, and it seemed like fun to slap 'em on here. Happy Saturday...here's to an early Tartuffe rehearsal!

Here we Go

I think I just found my spring solo piano/voice piece

Bluebird by Sara Bareilles!

I adore her voice and this song just seems pretty reminiscent of my life..bahaha

AND who doesn't love birds? And the color blue? And birds that are blue?

Well those are the bee's knees.

Now I just gotta clear it and find another piece for Kasey and I...

Lemme know if anybody has any suggestions...

But in the meantime, check out Bluebird if you've never heard it

For those lazies out there, I'll post a link here

xoxo B

CLICK IT, YOU KNOW YOU WANNA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMba8vsep9I

Me and My Monkey

Do you ever wonder if what you do today will be important in the future?

I do.

Is it actually worth it for me to struggle through another late night? Manage relationships?

In the future will anyone remember me?

Or will I be like the memories of relatives I've lost?

Disappearing and fading so I only have bits and pieces of recollections left

It's not that I'm just afraid of the future, but I'm also terrified of being forgotten

To not have anyone care that I'm gone or missing as the world keeps on spinning

I guess what I'm saying is that I don't want to live my life by the day, but by the second

by the moment, by each breathe I take

Cause maybe in that brief elapse of time, I can do something worth remembering

Porcelain

I see you look at me

Wonder what you see

My dolled-up outer shell

or the girl in hell?

Cause what I see in you

I know's too good to be true

but I can't help but want you

even though you're looking through

Cause I'm porcelain

picture-perfect, made to fit in

Don't touch me, cause I'm fragile

and you don't want to break me

Because I'm made of porcelain

Well baby I got news for you

the girl you see is broken through

She bet it all, all on you and as you know

it's fallen through

I can't breathe, can't move

Everybody wants me to

But it's too late, I'm not for you

Where the hell is the glue?

Piece me up, back again

God forbid that I give in

Cause I'm made of porcelain

picture-perfect made to fit in

Don't touch me cause I'm fragile

and you don't wanna break me

Because I'm porcelain

So, set me back on the shelf

you really shouldn't blame yourself

You're not the first, won't be the last

My future is what was my past

Ceramic, cold, but beautiful

True I can be a handful

So I'll wait here, collect the dust

while my porcelain heart begins to rust

1/13/11