With You on The Moon

(the song that inspired the blog)

I was dreaming a dream last night,
and much to my delight
I was wearing spandex on the moon
Wearning spandex on the moon

'Caught a ride on a shooting star
It didn't take me very far
I just want to be with you
wearing spandex on the moon

And babe, when we get there
I will take your hand
and guide you to where
we'll meet Mr. Sandman
And he'll dream us a dream
that'll take us far away
in our neon greens
where we will spend a day
wearing spandex on the moon
spandex on the moon

I just want to be with you, oh...
I just want to be with you
on the moon

I love the little things in life(good or bad), like...

going out with friends

the awkwardness of running into old friends

watching people change

drivers waving thankyou after you let them infront of you

drivers flipin' you the bird when you don't let them infront of you
driving someone else's car

eating great food
making great food
going out for great food
watching cooking shows

putting on clean socks
seeing laundry hanging on a clothes line
wearing pj's fresh out of the dryer
clothes that are in the dryer too long that kind of smell burnt

watching a movie on a cold day with blankets and hot chocolate and sisters
paying too much at the movie theartre to see a stupid movie
renting movies and then forgetting to return them
watching a movie too many times

finding out you have more time than you think

spending time doing something you don't really want to do

having a dumb song stuck in your head for days

trying on clothes you know you won't ever purchase
getting hand-me-downs
wearing out your favourite pair of jeans
making a new outfit out of old clothes

laughing so hard you cry
the silence after a bad joke
being able to laugh at yourself
laughing in the wrong place at the wrong time

I'm a What?

(this picture totally makes me nose look HUGE. no but seriously, I get it from my dad)

okay, so it turns out that I'm better than I thought. why did it take me so long to do something about it? who knows... maybe I was shy. so I'm kind of a smidget "out there" and now I don't know what to do. I just realized that I haven't actually said what I'm talking about.

I sang a few of my songs as an opening for Don Amero's CD release party... and it turns out that poeple liked me even more than I like myself... I'm kidding, I like myself a lot. But the over-all response to my music and my performing was more than I ever expected and filled me with emotion and inspiration. anyway, it got me to thinking that I could (maybe) do more...

i'm happy, and a little scared, and a little nervous because I think I might actaully do something about it, but I don't know when I'm starting because I don't actually know where to start, but I really do thank all those that supported me, you believed in me before I even did. that was the longest sentence ever... cynthia and corrie are probably cringing... ha ha... well maybe not.

so, does this mean I'm a rockstar? (ha ha... a joke) what would you even call me? I don't even know the style in which I sing and play.... hhmmm... help me out.

I'm a little excited, a little sick and a little over-tired...
(it seems that I'm like that all the time with Nick and I don't know how he hasn't given up on me yet)

that comment was totally out of context. but it's sometimes hard to believe that he still loves me, even though I tell him what he already knows all the time and I constantly make fun of him, and I make him drive halfway across the city to see me all the time and get him to take me out for breakfast, lunch and dinner... and even though he does all that willingly, I still can't believe it, is that what you call love? I mean, not the fact that he's spending all this time and money on me, but the act of sacrifice? I don't know. I just know that I don't deserve it and I'm incredibly lucky to have a guy like him, even though he washes his car too often. I love him. Let it be known. (this is my pookie below, and even though his eyes are closed and my sunglasses are crooked, I still like the picture, mostly becuase it's one of two that I have. Does anybody else have any pictures of us?)

Me: A Crock Pot kind of Gal

Apparently the new thing now is to get married. I mean, not for everyone, but I think I have finally reached the age where this type of occurance happens quite regularily to people that I actaully know. I didn't think I would get here for another few years at least.
Within the last week, two fellow commuters got married (actually I don't know them at all, but I ate lunch with them once...) AND I also heard of THREE couples (most of whom I know personally) who got engaged! I mean, people are always getting engaged and I just happen to attend a Christian college that is well known as a "bridal college", so it's not really that rare. But it's a little weird when you know all the people who are getting hitched. I can't help but feel a little left out. (hee hee...)
I also thought it was weird because all of them are still in school, with one or more years of school left. When did people start getting married while still in shcool? I see it all the time now and it doens't really surprise me, and I'm also not a traditionalist or anything, but don't people usaully wait until after they're done school? And these people are young too! One younger than me and I'm only 20! I heard and seen first hand (and by that I mean seen from a distance my sibiling's marriages) that married life is usually a little bit stressful and busy in the beginning. First getting married, finding a place to live, then buying all the required furnishings and food and such for their new home. But then just think of adding school to that for one or even both of the two getting married. It's almost crazy.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's wrong to get married young, and to the people who do, as well as go to school and work and all that, kudos to you. I guess I just like things to be less busy and less stressful. I would rather wait until I was done school so I could concentrate on a new chapter of life like marriage. Like I said, I'm only 20 and I still have a lot of things to learn about myself, about life, about love and friendship, about responsibility, and more that I'm not even aware of right now. I think it's important to sort these things out for myself before I get someone else involved. Though some of those things can be learned together, a lot of them have to do with self-discovery and independance; basically getting to know yourself and growing up a bit. (the rephrasing was for me, not you)
I guess what I'm trying to say is: what's the rush? I like slow cookers. They take their time, and use the natural juices of the food in which they are cooking to create moistness and flavour and yummy goodness... mmm... Doesn't that sound good?
Taking it slow can be good too.



* I wouldn't recommend taking it as slow as not kissing for the first eight months of a relationship (ha ha, jokes on me), but all those who I had mentioned about getting engaged were infact engaged around 8 months into their relationships. (no joke there)
**while I was looking for pictures of crockpots, I Googled "what do crock pots do?" in Google Images... haha. Try it and look what picture it brings up, #2 of the second row. How random is that?

10 Things you might not know about me: Part 2

1. I'm a procrastinator. (it sucks, but I'm not gonna do anything about it)

2. Halloween is just around the corner which reminds me... I LOVE ROCKETS!! I can eat them until my tongue bleeds... yum... (not the blood, the rockets)

3. I hate conflict with a passion... whenever people are in a big disagreement with eachother, or at odds with one another, my stomach starts churning... it's not a great thing.

4. My short term memory sucks. (well sometimes just my memory in general sucks)

5. I love this one drink at Starbucks Coffee so much... it's called a Blackberry, Green Tea Frappuccino. oh it's so delicious. (the only downer is that it costs over 4 dollars... but I splurge sometimes, it's worth it)

6. I'm a nail biter... and I bad one too. It bites... literally.

7. I love brushing my teeth so much, sometimes I brush them three times a day. But you can't really tell...

8. Spearmint gum gives me a headache and I don't know why. And I also get a small stomach ache if I eat a banana or drink a glass of chocolate milk too fast... it's wierd man.

9. I am very emotional. I mean I cry at anything, although I hide it pretty good.

10. If I shower everyday, it dries out my skin, so I only shower every second to third day. It's acutally healthier to be a little dirty, did you know that? I'm not just making it up to cover my butt, it's true.

day dreaming at night...

He kissed her forehead as she sighed, it had been a long day. Enjoyable, exciting and fun, but long. They were both exhausted and ready to sleep, but she, without warning, propped herself up on one elbow and looked him in the eyes with a serious yet playful smile.
"Are you afraid of talking about marriage?" she asked, still smiling.
Slightly taken aback, he looked across the room to ponder this suddenly, off-topic question. After a minute, while she stared intently at him waiting for an answer, he shook his head "No", which made her smile even more. He had noticed that she smiled a lot and he loved that about her.
"No", he finally said aloud. "Why? Do you want to get married?"
She giggled at this, a little embarrassed but otherwise happy that he could talked about it comfortably. What a silly question, she thought, of course I want to get married.
"Well, maybe someday", was her reply. But then she added, "Do you think you'll marry me ?"
And almost without any hesitation he asked her, "Well, why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know", was the only automatic phrase that her shocked brain would let her voice. To be truthful, she had never thought about it before. Why shouldn't he marry her?
And then something changed. She didn't know what. Maybe it was the tone in his voice that seemed different to her, or the unplanned conversation. It could have been the position of the moon for all she knew, but it was neither awkward or uncomfortable, it was just... different. She wondered if he had noticed it too, but the silence suddenly reminded her that she hadn't answered his question.
"I haven't thought up a good reason yet!" she grinned, only half joking. But he just laughed and held her closer.

10 Things You Might Not Know About Me: Part 1

(this picture montage is a little weird, but whatever)

1. I kind of like the after-taste of the combination of freshly brushed teeth and orange juice. Weird, I know...

2. I love driving long distances (except for in the mountains.)

3. Autumn is actually my favourite season.

4. If I could meet with any artist right now to discuss song writing and music composition, it would be Rufus Wainwright.

5. I don't really like mustaches.

6. I like seafood just as much as I like paper-cutting myself in between my fingers. (with fish as an exception)

7. My biggest dream is to be a professional musician. I want to write songs and compose music and share it with the world.

8. I actually like animals quite a bit, but I'm not ready to own one yet.

9. I'm becoming more familiar with cheeses. I love them, not all of them, but I've tried a lot of new ones in the last year or so, and my love for cheese is growing.

10. I don't really like to wear make-up. I'm wearing mascara right now, but I just find it time consuming and pointless most of the time. I mean I like the way I look when I'm all made up, but the truth of the matter is it's not the real me and I hate washing it off every night. Not to mention it costs a lot.

Sick in the Head... Literally

What kind of sick joke is waking up with a cold?
I mean, I wonder if Jesus ever felt fine one day and then woke up with a full-blown cold the morning. Probably not. Perfect beings don't have to put up with this crap. Unfair.
And it seems whenever I do get a cold it always sets up camp in my head. I can only remember one other cold I had that wasn't in my head... But why is that? Is my body immune to all other colds but head colds? And if you have ever had one, they are the worst ones to get. All the symptoms have you either bed ridden or 'on the couch all day' ridden. And it hurts to read or look at anything closely, and you can really do without loud noises, and bright lights are irritating, and stupid, nonsence conversations are like the devil....
I wishI could just get one of those colds that has you coughing for three weeks afterward. At least you can get used to that, and start ignoring it after a while. But no, I have to sit in my bed and do nothing. And then everything around you starts feeling sick too. The sheets and pillow cases all of the sudden feel like the plague is attached to them, and the glass that you use to sallow your head medicine has to be washed everytime you use it, and even the clothes you wear feel dirty, even if you just put them on that morning...
I don't really get sick that often, but it always seems to get me where it hurts the most... Like all colds do.

Oh, Brain...

There are only some things I understand. The rest of it all scares the crap out of me. This is how I feel just about everyday. I believe that my left brain is almost not there. My right brain has almost no relationahip with my left brain, and those of you who know me see that this is very obvious.
Although, my right brain is quite smart. Smart enought to make others think that I do in fact have a fully functioning left brain that converses with the other side and that they are good friends, but that is a lie.
Some people are lucky enough to have both sides working together in an orderly fashion. Those are lucky people. But looks at these characteristics:

Left Brain
Logical (not me)
Sequential (mmm.... not me)
Rational (only somtimes, with help from others)
Analytical (okay, I am very much this, but not out loud)
Objective (nope)
Looks at parts (haha... I wish)

Right Brain
Random (HA! random is my middle name)
Intuitive (most of the time true)
Holistic (I think in holistic terms all the time. it's pretty darn annoying sometimes)
Synthesizing (mmhmmmm)
Subjective (I am the biggest follower there is... )
Looks at wholes ( I hate this about my self sometimes. can be overwhelming)

Anyway, this is my problem.... too right brained... it's frustrating. And now I have to go work on Music Theory. ugh.... I think I just felt my right brain twitch. And my left brain isn't even moving. Great.

my attempt at poetry...

there are times when I think about not having you
and my heart aches.
I mean, really aches.
when I think about you I hold you in my mind
as long as I can
and hope not to lose you
over another silly, insignificant thought.
you remind me that I'm something worth loving.