My Life According to Dave Matthews Band

this is actually pretty funny. :) I like it!

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me. You can't use the artist I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (artist name)"

Pick your Artist:
DMB

Are you a Male or a Female:
Dreamgirl

Describe Yourself:
So Damn Lucky

How do you feel:
The Dreaming Tree

Describe where you currently live:
Lie in Our Graves

If you could go anywhere, where would you go to:
Spaceman

Your Favorite form of Transportation:
Smooth Rider

Your Best Friend is:
Why I Am

You and your best friends are:
You and Me

What's the weather like:
Everyday

Favorite Time of Day:
Bartender

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Hello Again

What is life to you:
Funny the way it is

Describe your current boy/girl situation:
Crash Into Me

Your fear:
Alligator Pie

What is the best advice you have to give:
Everybody Wake Up (Our Finest Hour Arrives)

Thought for the day:
I Did It

How would you like to die?
Time Bomb

My soul's present condition:
Squirm! hahaha

My motto:
Dive In

Hmm...

Well, I haven't written on this in forever. And as I look back on all of my previous entries, I feel dumb and immature. Is life always going to be like this? Stuff I wrote a month or two months or three months ago will always seem so immature and lame? I sure hope not.

Anyways, I went to a Dave Matthews Band concert (again!) saturday. I think I'm going to make it routine to go to at least one DMB concert each summer. He was incredible, as usual. Mike and I discussed how the new sax player is really good, even though LeRoi shall be missed. LeRoi you NOTICED but he wasn't outstanding; this guy is funky and out there and I liked it a lot. They also played Crash Into Me. I cried, and hugged Sarah, and danced. I was so happy! "Why I Am" and "Grey Street" were really good too. bahhh I love them <3 haha my phone was being incredibly lame so I missed every call from Mike (I don't know how many I missed cause none never showed up) but I loved the drunk voicemails. It's just a shame we never found him! Oh well, we'll definitely see him at Phish! Woo

Well, tata for now. going to go discover some new music! :)

Graduation

So so so much has changed in the past couple of weeks.
I've finally successfully completed high school..with my lame advanced diploma. I still have anger and I still need closure with the whole cheating thing from last year, especially finding out he got a honors diploma. angry but i'm just going to have to let it go. thats one thing i need to learn; how to just LET GO. i need to learn forgiveness.

ive made new friends with my little sophomores and junior! i plan on kidnapping them frequently this summer and treating them to the best places in manassas that they haven't even heard of :) i dont want them to miss out on so much their senior/junior years.

i'm going to miss some people at my school so much. not too many people, only a handful. i will miss some, and yah ill be sad i probably honestly wont see them again, but i will truely miss a good couple. i haven't cried yet..wel yeah i have about david. because he says he'll see me again but that wont happen..and taskin. i have yet to cry about anyone else yet. if i will. maybe sarah. she's been my best friend, too, for the past 5 years. i have so much to say to all of them and i just cant get so sad because i know i will see ssarah and taskin forever. though it may not be nearly as frequent as now, i WILL see tem and they will be at my coming milestones, and ill be at theres for sure.

beach tomorrow.
i wont be sober for a week
drunk on happiness, high on life.
:]

Shake Me Like a Monkey

The thing I like about you

The way you do what you do

The thing I like about you

God and the devil alone could not have made you up

Two must have worked as one together

So good just want to eat you up

Let me like the real thing

Lick your sticky fingers boy and sing for your dinner sing

Come on pretty babe make me lose my mind

Everybody get together gonna make love shine

Do you know what it is to feel the light of love inside you?

And all the darkness falls away

If you feel the way I feel then believe we have the answer

I've been searching for tonight

Love me baby love me baby shake me like a monkey

Forever i'm yours

I can't stop thinking about you

Yeah yeah yeah

Bahh

Okay. 9 more school days.

All I have left to do:

+Senior Speech (Due June)
+Psychology PowerPoint (Due June)
+Oceanography Flip Book (Due June)
+Oceanography Review (Due Friday)
+English Final (June)
+Oceanography Final (June)

I'm going to do it all tomorrow :)

I got a facial. It was so incredible. I was so embarrassed because she massaged my face and scalp..okay, and my scalp is one of my erogenous zones...I got the chills and of course..it looked like I was shoplifting raisins. :/ whatever. I'm getting another one next month! Whichhhhh means I have to call and cancel ANOTHER day.

I'm listening to Nickel Creek..of course this one fucking song makes me think of one of my many "Him"s..but I really can't say who this one is for the sake of SOMEONE finding and telling his significant other and getting in trouble. But he played it for me one day. ahhh. one of the many songs he's serenaded me for.

I like when I don't care every day for a week seeing him and then all of a sudden I get all sexy- wearing pants where you can actually see my wonderful ass, tits perfectly placed, not too visible leaving some to the imagination, and smokey eyed makeup and perfectly done hair- like you just got out of a steamy sex session. and he couldnt leave me alone. wonderful :)
I got two numbers that day too..hmm..
ahhh anyways
I'm gonna go to bed to work on that homework.
:]

Broken

Broken

Main Entry:bro·ken

Pronunciation:\ˈbrō-kən\

Function:adjective

Etymology:Middle English, from Old English brocen, from past participle of brecan to break

Date:13th century

1: violently separated into parts : 2: damaged or altered by breaking: as a: having undergone or been subjected to fracture broken leg> bof land surfaces : being irregular, interrupted, or full of obstacles c: violated by transgression broken promise> d: e: disrupted by change

So many things have been breaking my heart.
Lately, I've felt so many things around me breaking. Everything that's held me down, everything that's prevented me from going astray. Ive been tasting the sweet, bitter taste of freedom for the first time in a while. This sounds incredibly weird, but I like to picture people with wings. Children always have little, broken wings, where the parents (well, normal parents..or as normal as possible) have the big, beautiful strong wings, and they're supposed to help mend the broken wings of the 'fallen' children, and help them develop. Teenagers are just growing into their either incredibly tangled, torn wings, or their strong, healthy ones. The ropes that held us down before are slowly being cut away, and we can finally stretch ourselves out and absorb every ounce of sunlight. I feel like if I were to have wings, they would be covered in scars, but strong. I feel like my ropes have been cut for a while, and the last bits are falling off. At night, it's what makes me sweat myself to sleep, my skin screaming to let it breathe, but I can't. It's the pain in my neck, the pain in my left hip, the ache in my stomach. So many things are moving inside me, so many changes are finally being made. I feel doomed, though, all at the same time. While people are finally spreading their wings and going to pursue the greatest years of their lives, I'm stuck here forced into my career. I am at a loss for words at this point. Don't judge me.

I don't need to tell you

I don't need to tell you, but I know that one day, you'll feel exactly the way I do.
I don't need to tell you that just the sight of you warms me up from the top of my head to the toes on my feet.
I don't need to tell you that you don't need to say a word to make my day.
I don't need to tell you that the touch you give me is electrifying, and I live for every single one of your touches.
I don't need to tell you the way I feel, and I don't need to tell you that I've never felt this way about anyone. I don't need to tell you that I've never felt so strongly about anyone, and I've never felt so right about anyone.
I don't need to tell you that although I haven't been in many relationships, the one I was in made up for every six of yours
I don't need to tell you that you're the one person I want to be getting a call from, a text from, a message from, a smile from, a hug from, a kiss from.
I don't need to tell you, but I could, I can, and I will.