Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Songs I would like to make a dance to.


1. Cosmic love- Florence and the Machine

2. Bulletproof- Kerli

3. Take off- Hellboy

4. Touchin on my- 3OH!3

5. Church- T-Pain

6. Grenade- Bruno Mars

7. Tightrope- Janelle Monae

8. Superfresh- Boyz Noize 

9. Body body language- Natalia Cappuccini


10. Nicest thing- Kate Nash



11. Undisclosed desires- Muse




Monday, November 1, 2010

My Love- Sia

My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, leave you blind
My love, you have found peace
You were searching for release

You gave it all into the call
You took a chance and
You took the fall for us

You came thoughtfully
Loved me faithfully
You taught me honor
You did it for me

Tonight you will sleep for good
You will wait for me, my love

Now I am strong, you gave me all
You gave all you had
And now I am home

My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, leave you blind
My love, look what you can do
I am mending, I'll be with you

You took my hand and added a plan
You gave me your heart
I asked you to dance with me

You loved honestly
Did what you could release
Ah, ooh

I know you're pleased to go
I won't relieve this love

Now I am strong, you gave me all
You gave all you had
And now I am home

My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, I'll be with you

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

I wish I were a kid again. Skinned knees are easier to heal than broken hearts.

Can someone please explain to me why my house is a depressed, weeping ball of broken hearts? 

I'm almost afraid to go home now. It seems like everyone there is having boy problems, myself included. Maybe it's a good thing that all this drama coincided, however we all seem to feed off each other as well. 

Well I have something to say, It's time to stop being so sad. For you girls, I have some advice.

Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak. Sometimes it just means that you are strong enough to let go.  It's easy to give into your feelings and go back to them, and since when was the easiest choice the right choice?


Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.

The stupidest mistake in life is thinking the one who hurt you the most, won't hurt you again. They will. Why do you think some people don't get out of horrible abusive relationships? This is why, they refuse to leave who they love, even though they know they need to.

When you're lying in your bed crying your self to sleep, just remember one thing. Even though he stopped loving you, there's always someone that does. And that someone, Jesus Christ, loves you a trillion times more times then that stupid boy would ever even dream of.



Just try to remember that you can be strong in yourself. Embrace yourself. Remember how amazing, hot, funny, and talented you really are. This isn't about the boy anymore, he gave you an amazing opportunity for you to realize how powerful you can really be. 

Don't speak my name again, it doesn't belong to you anymore.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sorry boy, I'm in love with Thomas Jefferson.

Lets face it, Thomas Jefferson is the man to beat. Not just Thomas Jefferson, but all the great mavericks out there. I can only imagine the kind of free thinking that they enjoyed. Their ideas were revolutionary at the right times in history. They rose to the occasion. Ever wish you could be like that? I do. Maybe I can pretend. So here are the things Thomas Jefferson and I have in common:

1. "I cannot live without books" --Thomas Jefferson.

2. We both have a killer hairstyle.

3. Thomas Jefferson sings like an real man. No really, I have proof: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZfRaWAtBVg. (Okay, so we don't have this in common. I don't sing like a real man, I just wanted to put this in here :))

Here is a beautiful quote by my main man, Tom Jeffey (As I so affectionately refer to him as)

Shake off all the fears of servile prejudices, under which weak minds are servilely crouched. Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call on her tribunal for every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.

Sometimes you just have to wonder how they did this? I meant Thomas Jefferson didn't have Thomas Jefferson to listen to and learn from the way I do. These sorts of people have the wisdom to decide and follow what is right, even though they are one of the first people to have every thought of it. They didn't have studies, cases, and examples to learn from back, to insure the outcomes of their ideas, then.  What could I accomplish with such limited resources? The answer is probably nothing.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.

Not much has meaning that that. So, shoutouts and kudos go to Thomas Jefferson today, just for being awesome. 

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Public Health :)

Okay, so first day of my Intro to Public Health class and it was great! It really does make a difference when you are interested in the topic. I've already started the reading and I find it so interesting. Here are some of my favorite quotes from our first reading assignment. They really prove that some people just need to think.

"Those who opposed the Democrats' health care push appear to feel no embarrassment that the United States has recently ranked 30th out of 31 countries in child mortality rates, according to the Centers for Disease Control–that's 22 places behind Portugal, 3 places behind Cuba, and ahead of only Slovakia. Instead, these opponents keep braying and bragging that U.S. health care is the envy of the world. And for those with access to American medicine’s most advanced and high-tech interventions–like, say, members of Congress–the claim may hold true. But if you believe that all people deserve a chance to enjoy good health, then you must think about what's available to the least as well as the most advantaged among us, and ask yourself: "How can we share resources more fairly so that everyone has access to basic preventive and primary care?"


Basically... yeah. Can I say it any better? No, but David Tuller certainly can.


"As a nation, we suffer from an appealing delusion: that rugged individualism and self-reliance define the American character and represent the source of our country's greatness. Now, I have nothing against rugged individualism and self-reliance—better to possess those traits than not, I suppose. But the national fetish for Horatio Alger heroics and "pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps"-ism implies that everything is possible for those who work hard, and that those who cannot overcome obstacles have only themselves to blame. This is preposterous, of course; it obliterates the weight of historical injustice in shaping today's discriminatory landscape. It also ignores what public health researchers call "the social determinants of health"–the factors that influence patterns of disease and wellness in the first place: the neighborhoods where we live, our socioeconomic status, the quality of our food and water supplies, and our access to education and information."

 I agree completely. Sometimes hard work cannot outweigh all the benefits that come with being born with resources and status. I know people who work very hard to get to wear they are, however I also see people who do NOT work hard and yet always seem to come out on top? Someone should tell the sick and injured that they should just work harder, then they'll get better.

"Nonetheless, for reasons of history, culture, and some weird national sociopathy, we have been willing to tolerate levels of health care inequality unique in the developed world. No health insurance? Sorry, not my problem! Your kid has cancer? Too bad, get a job! Or, as our last president–the compassionate conservative–famously declared, "People have access to health care in America. After all, you just go to an emergency room." Anyone who has ever spent time in an urban ER knows how ridiculous that statement sounds. And to make a possibly impertinent observation, emergency rooms are designed to handle actual emergencies, not the runny noses, allergies, sprained ankles, and other primary care needs of the tens of millions of Americans who aren't president, don't live in a beautiful mansion at taxpayer expense, and don't have insurance at all, much less gold-plated coverage paid for by the federal government. However much right-wing pundits complain about the sausage-making messiness of the legislative process that produced the health care bill, the enactment of a reform package guaranteeing access to all represents a profound shift in national perspective."

"It's not at all surprising that the ferocious heart of the health-care debate has been outrage over the mandate that everyone purchase insurance. I understand why this upsets the Tea Partiers, given their distrust of the federal government and their belief that the bill will bankrupt the country. I get that they see forced participation as an infringement on the personal freedom they view as their birthright. So I'm thrilled about the money the country will save when these rugged and self-reliant patriots refuse to accept those government handouts known as Medicare and Social Security." :)

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Starting College...

To dance is to be out of yourself.  Larger, more beautiful, more powerful.
Alright so here's the thing. I'm really just a kid. And I want to remain that way as long as possible. It is very difficult to do this while having to be a grown up. I have a part-time (and sometimes full-time) job. I'm moving into my new dorm in 3 days. All of a sudden I'm going to have bills! I'm going to have a full-time class schedule, as well as (hopefully) coaching cheerleading on the side. So here are my fears about college.

1. Not having time to read or just relax. I just wouldn't feel like myself if I didn't read at least a book a week. You know what that takes? Time. And I probably won't have much of it.

2. Friends and roommates. What if I'm that really weird kid? How would you know if you were the weird kid? Do weird kids know that they are weird? Cause they don't really act like it so they probably don't know. What if all of sudden I loose all semblance of social skills? It could happen. Guess if this happens I'll have a lot of time for my studies.

3. I might miss my mom. My mom is the best. Yes it is true. I still pretty much go to her for everything. She won't be very far away but I want to be able to do things by myself. I can pay for my own housing, my tuition, I can buy myself clothes and necessities but I can never replicate the support and advice she gives me.

4. I might miss high school. So I might complain a lot, but I really enjoyed high school. Everything was easy. Boys, grades, fun. I just can't ever recapture those days. Good thing the memories are pretty good. I definitely learned a ton. High school also reminded me that some things are hard but they are there to make you stronger as long as you don't let them beat you. Optimism isn't about thinking that good things are going to happen to you, it's about reminding yourself of the good that comes out of times that are really hard. That every cloud has a silver lining. Stop me when I sound preachy.

5. Schedules. I don't do well with them. I like being in charge of my own life. To me, everyday needs to come with fresh challenges and that just doesn't happen with that scheduled, monotonous lifestyle. I guess you could say I'm a dreamer, or a free spirit because I hate the restraints of schedules. Maybe I just hate class. Haha

In life, as in dance, grace glides on blistered feet.
Well, that's just the tip of the iceberg. (Brrr. Don't you feel cold?) But I can only say that as stressful and nervous as this makes me, it also makes me more determined to be okay. And things will be okay. Grace glides on blistered feet. And I have blistered feet. Just ask my dance teacher.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

An Inescapable Dalliance With Beauty

There’s no such thing as a wallflower here
No matter how beautiful a flower out are,
You’re in or you’re out, there’s no other choice
No hiding your splendor under a jar
Until you’re just another candle
With a twisted, burnt black wick.
You’ve already glowed once, already shown once
Don’t you know that that’s the loveliest trick?

Can it be that we are at an end, because you never loved me as I love myself?
Squeeze factory-made tramps, out of the girls we really are
And store them; stock them, on the shelf
Until we have only our pillows as life-rafts in enough tears to fill an ocean
Our makeup will run, and so we hold 
To that buoy, with intense devotion.

I always believed in fairy tales,
Until I woke, sixteen, princeless, restless
With baleful thoughts again turned
To circean allure, and bareness.
My shadow was always so pretty,
Because it twisted and shaped itself with the sun.
To change is perfection, and so we dance,
Hearts faltering, with the force of our run.