Rainy Day

Rainy Day Playlist:

1. Crack the Shutters- Snow Patrol

you know that feeling when you first wake up, and all you want to do is snuggle? This is by far the BEST song for that.

2. Kiss Quick- Matt Nathanson

It's a "driving and contemplating" song, to be sure. The words sound like breezy clouds.

3. Wondering Where You Are -Tyrone Wells

It's just one of those songs that you can take a nap to.

4. Out of Breath -Jared Lee

This is a thunderstorm song. It makes me so angry, and yet it's so beautiful.

5. Closing Time -Alex Goot (he's not the original, but the COVER is on the playlist.)

One word for his voice - soothing.

6. Paradise -Coldplay

Every rainy day is paradise.

7. Baby Blue Eyes -A Rocket to the Moon

I don't know, it just sounds like rain.

Sometimes songs speak feelings that the mouth could never say. And sometimes life is just a thunderstorm away. <3

Imagine That.

The world at fingertips bent

Will for'er be out of reach.

And life was never meant

for falsehoods that we preach.

"The hurt will always go away,

The hope will soon be found."

Lies just meant to save the day

that fall into the ground.

Incite some raw emotion hence

Or dust will cleave to dust.

All that's worse than feeling sense

Is knowing naught at all.

There are no ways to stay the same

Change is always nigh;

And knowing it's not self to blame

Relieves a single sigh.

A Pre-Raphaelite Fascination with Arthuriana

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

I hope nobody compares themselves to the Lady of Shalott. Her story is so sad and tortured, one just has to feel for her. She offers her life to the man she loves, who has given her good reason that he loves her back. I mean, come on. If you give a girl good reason, at least make an effort. But when Elaine of Astolat begs him to stay and marry her, he refuses due to his love for Guinevere (Arthur's wife). First of all, Elaine should never have begged. I bet he was giving her some hints, like not answering her calls, maybe not texting her back all the time, hanging out with the guys late at night, coming in with lipstick on the collar, and the scent of Calvin Klein's "F&S" (fine and smooth) hanging in the air. She should have guessed. Second of all, Lancelot totally led her on. I mean, we all know those Frenchmen; they like the chase. They toy with you, they say they love you, they say you're the only one they'll ever want, and then they leave you. Even still, it doesn't mean you have to go throw yourself in a boat, play dead, and float in front of his castle. I mean, come on Elaine! It's not going to bring him back. If anything, it's going to bring you a restraining order. I understand where you're coming from, I really do. But couldn't you have at least exacted revenge? Everyone in history feels so bad for you, when you could have just stuck up for yourself and maybe found love elsewhere. Mordred, perhaps?

Disjointed.

It's too dark to find new sights,

And the past is far behind.

There's no point in breathing light,

When blackness shrouds the mind.

Why leave taking risks to chance,

When the end is always near.

How fire fails to sing and dance,

It never leaves so clear.

The empty mists of past regrets

Are never hard to find

Had soul and spirit never met

With memories that bind.

Lift My Feet

Master hands, they hold my ties

They alone know truth and lies.

Master fingers, guide my way

I know I won't be gone astray.

Master mind, know my thoughts

Clear my head to take the shot.

Master heart, make me pure

There is no other with the cure.

Lift my hands, for they are weak.

They do not know how to be meek.

Lift my feet, for they are tired

They never can escape the mire.

Lift my heart, for it is low

Fight the grief that can explode.

Lift my spirit, keep it light

Your joy can penetrate the night.

And if I ever fall away,

Know my sin won't let me stay.

Yeshua Hamashiach.

Move Me

It's time to leave.

To go somewhere new.

My feet are waiting

To be told what to do.

My body is ready,

Yet the problem remains

My heart beats not steady

And my brain cannot move.

These thoughts ensnare the issue at hand.

Am I to die without taking a stand?

New horizons stay inches ahead

I always let others go in my stead.

The glue that holds me sticks to me fast,

These tangles and webs all cling to my past.

Why can't I escape this?

Why can't I move on?

I know in my mind that I haven't done wrong.

It is others that blinded my hopes and my dreams,

nothing I did tore my life off the seams.

The cycle continues,

The drama lives on.

One thing I keep: I'll always be strong.

Be Bigger Than Idiots.

You know those idiots that use their blog to vent about how much they hate their lives?

I could never be one of those anymore. I've read too much boring crap on blogs about people who are extremely self-absorbed, and I've realized how unfulfilling it is to live a life like that. It's one thing to blog about your day, about the events that shape you; however, it's a complete other thing to rant ON AND ON AND ON about events that are MEANINGLESS to others! If you want to talk about yourself, make it private. Write about those events, but don't interest us with a blog that promises creativity and originality only to crumble into the facade of endless raves. You'd be an idiot.

You know those idiots that comment anonymously?

GOSH. If you're not brave enough to say it to the world with your name stamped on it, don't say it at all! I am the first to say that I have commented twice anonymously on blogs: once to back up a friend that needed backing up, and once as a joke on my brother's wall when he obviously knew it was me. Both times I have admitted it was me. I'm talking about the trash talking, evil-spreading, scandalous comments that have people scratching their heads and wondering what kind of idiot would post something

without their name on it. I'm tired of blame shifting due to anonymity. Be brave. Be bold. Be bigger than anonymous comments. Don't be an idiot.

You know those idiots that use blogs as their own personal vendetta?

I'm not gonna lie right now. I've had a few vendetta blogs. Not to any extreme with names listed and obvious vendettas revealed, but there have been a few minor rants. However, I'm talking about people who make it their day's goal to make it KNOWN that they hate certain people. How lame can you be, writing a vendetta on a BLOG? Like it's gonna get optioned to be a movie script. "ehmagawd, can you believe how lame ***** is? it's like.. ehmagawd. they WANT ME. they so want me." dude... they're idiots.

You know those idiots that blog about their babies?

Okay, that's cute.