A Collection of Random, Somewhat Cryptic Statements

The title pretty much says it all. So far, today has been crazy. For your enjoyment (and/or befuddlement), a collection of random, somewhat cryptic statements.

1. It is incredibly unenjoyable to discover that rational people use the same logic you've spent months convincing yourself not to use.

2. Hurley Libby psych hospital Dave numbers what?! (HaufeCoffee - WHAT IS THIS?!)

3. Is kidnap still a crime if the person wants to be kidnapped? (KD, I love you muchably, darling.) Is it still a random, somewhat cryptic statement if it's actually a philosophical question?

4. I fail to understand the point of tying balloons to your ankles and then running around with nails to pop everyone else's balloons. Thanks, youth group.

5. People do a lot of really stupid things. Some of them don't know it. Some of them realize it later. Some of them know full well what they're doing and do it anyway.

6. "And even if your voice comes back again, maybe there'll be no one listening. And even if I find the strength to stand, it doesn't mean I won't go missing." -from "Crashin'," by Jack's Mannequin (GO LISTEN.)*

Love,

Bex

*The song links to Grooveshark, since I couldn't find a decent version of the song on YouTube. Grooveshark, by the way, is an amazing music-playing site.

Cracker Crumbs

For those of you who are curious about the title of this post, it derived from the small, rectangular plate on my desk. This plate has two things on it: a picture of snowmen, and cracker crumbs. I couldn't decide what the title should be, so I named it the first thing I saw. Cracker crumbs. From peanut butter Ritz Bits, if you were wondering, and by the way, they're amazing.

I'm not really sure why I'm blogging today. Probably mostly just because I feel like I should. I don't want to be one of those people who spreads her heart out for any random person on the internet to see. Much as I admire the people who have the courage to admit to all their problems and aren't afraid to let other people see who they are, I'm not one of those people.

See, there I go being all melancholy and such. It's probably because I just watched one of the saddest episodes of LOST I've seen yet. (Season 2, Episode 10, for the record. I'm hoping to squeeze in another one before I go to bed. This show is quite awesome. Thank you, HaufeCoffee.)

On a completely random note, my brother has recently found a country song he likes. I can't stand the song, but the words of the chorus (which I have heard entirely too often) are "God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy."

I dunno about beer being good - the whole concept of beer is just disgusting to me - but God is definitely great. And people are definitely crazy.

On another completely random note, I haven't written anything on my story in ages. A paragraph or two here and there, but nothing really. I should go back and work on that. But if Chelsey, my MC, starts turning into me - which tends to happen when I'm thinking too much - we'll have a problem. I think she's a strong enough character to stay uniquely her, though.

One final completely random note: I have noticed that I am being somewhat philosophical tonight, only not so much that you'd really notice it that much just from reading the blog. So, here is something completely unrelated to anything remotely philosophical. I present to you...

Llamas with Hats.

Nothing we've never seen before, but it just popped into my head. Enjoy!

~Bex

Oh, Procrastination

My dear friend HaufeCoffee will be pleased to know that I am once again catching up on LOST. It's really an excellent TV show; the only problem is, I was completely unaware of it until season five, and season six (the final season) is about to start. And by "about to start," I mean the season premiere is Tuesday.

I am on season two. Episode six, actually, right now. It's open in another tab in my internet browser. And goodness gracious I want to watch it.

There's one slight problem with this.

My senior thesis topic proposal is due tomorrow. And it's not quite finished yet.

I think I've just solved my lack-of-motivation problem.

Laters,
Bex

On Daydreams

What with all the college-searching that's been going on lately (just another perk of being a high school junior; more on the college search some other time), I've kind of been daydreaming about Someday. A lot. It's kind of crazy to think about growing up and going off to college. For so long, Growing Up And Going To College was one of those Big Important Things That Will Happen To You Someday. But it's always been a very long way away. And now, suddenly, it isn't. Which means that Right Now Or Very, Very Soon is when I have to start figuring out what I want to do.

Problem: I want to do everything. Except math. And chemistry/physics. Okay, so really I want to do a lot of English- or art-related things. But I don't know what, specifically. Acting would be fun, especially film acting, but that's every kid's dream and I'm pretty sure by now that that isn't gonna happen. Cinematography is definitely something I'm looking into, and absolutely creative writing, and also music. But CHOICES arghblargh. (Yes, that is my frustration noise. Deal with it.)

The one thing about all of these Maybes is that I've spent a lot of time thinking about a lot of things that Might Someday Be. More than just in terms of becoming a famous author or the next (female) Spielberg. It's kinda fun. It's also kinda scary.

And then there's the type of daydream that is, quite literally, a dream had during the day. For example, when you have a moderately weird dream about horses when you fall asleep on your bedroom floor while doing Spanish homework. But of course, all of that is strictly hypothetical.

Or, you know, not so much.

On a completely unrelated note, I have Cartel's "Runaway" stuck in my head. It's an excellent song, but it is stuuuck in my head. You should listen to it anyway. Because it's awesome. And Cartel is awesome.

"Stop now, there's no point in breathing - it's not allowed. On the surface how can you find reason to move on? 'Til then you can runaway, do your best to hide your face. And oh, I know you best; I know you get what you get, you get what you deserve."

And now, I must finish that Spanish homework that I fell asleep on and read and mark up "Civil Disobedience." Hopefully, I'll be able to stay awake this time.

~Bex

Unintelligible Shouting

One thing that really irritates me is unintelligible shouting and/or screaming. That's one reason I've never been able to listen to all-out screamo music. I can handle songs where there's maybe a line or two that are screamed, as long as most of the song is actual melody, but anything where it's just yelling and no understandable words annoys me. The music matters, yes, but the lyrics are a very important part of the song too. If I can't understand them, I probably don't wanna hear the song.

Lately there seems to have been an increase in unintelligible shouting when I'm around. It's quite frustrating. My little brothers, for example, seem to spend most of their afternoons shouting about some video game or another. (I spend this time in my room, pretending that music will make them go away. Usually, it doesn't work.)

The next-door neighbors, twin eighth-grade boys, spend an awful lot of time in their backyard shouting unintelligibly, although, really, I can't usually tell whether it's unintelligible because of the volume or because of the fact that there are no words to understand. It may well just be shrieking.

My parents tend to shout unintelligible things, too...or maybe it's just that they're speaking to me loudly and I'm tuning them out. *innocent shrug* The freshmen on the bus tend to scream things that are probably just as well not being understandable, because the rare shout that actually makes sense is usually obscene and annoying. My ex-boyfriend shouted something unintelligible at his friend as he was leaving the dance I mentioned Friday night, which is weird because I don't remember him being a shouter. A senior in the hallway recently shouted something from right behind me. I completely failed to understand what he said, but apparently his friend by the stairwell got it, because he reacted to something. All I got out of it was a headache.

As I write this, my brother is shouting something in the other room. The only word I've caught is "cave," which 1) amuses me far more than it should (*cough*AF and CJ*cough*) and 2) means he's playing that stupid shoot-em-up game again, because that's usually what he's playing when he's screaming about caves. I am quite sick of the shouting.

And now, in a somewhat ironic acknowledgement of my tirade against shouting, I present "Breathe Into Me" by RED, which is a really, really excellent song that has been stuck in my head all day. It's also about as screamo as I get. (In my defense, the version I have is somewhat less scream-y than the one on YouTube. Either way, it's still not hard-core screamo.)

~Bex

Why I Love Relient K

Why, you ask, do I love Relient K? Well, it's because of songs like this.

I had it in my mind that I was going to share a quote from this song, only I can't figure out which bit to quote. Because it is so, so, so perfect. (The last verse is probably my least favorite. But the rest of it is made of awesome.)

It has also been stuck in my head all afternoon. But it's a really awesome song. So that's okay.

The name of the song is "Forgiven." And you should go listen to it. (Yes, I did just link to the same song twice in the same post. It's that amazing.)

"Cause we're all guilty of the same things; we think the thoughts whether or not we see them through. And I know that I have been forgiven, I just hope you can forgive me too..."

In case you missed it, I finally settled on a bit to quote. It's amazing. And that's not even my favorite part of the song. That bit's too long and emotive to post as a quote. Seriously though, go listen to this song RIGHT NOW. You'll love it. Guaranteed or your money back.

~Bex

An Assortment of Things

My dear little brother turned fifteen today. *sniffle* He's growing up so fast... *ahem.* This is the part where I realize that if I don't hurry up and take my road test, he'll be driving with Dad before I'm driving alone and he's a year and a half younger. Fun stuff there.

I have three songs stuck in my head, one of which is country (believe it or not) and two of which are most definitely not. These songs are "You're Not Sorry" (Taylor Swift), "Dear Jack" (Jack's Mannequin), and "Nothing Left to Lose" (Mat Kearney). They are all amazing, and you should go listen to them right now. The particular lyrics in my head right now are as follows. From "You're Not Sorry":

"You don't have to call anymore. I won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw, don't wanna hurt anymore. You can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you baby like I did before; you're not sorry, oh no..."

From "Dear Jack":

"You were the fighter, I was the kid against the world, I heard there's nothing gonna hold you down. I'll use a lighter so you can see what isn't there, we'll swing at air; swing enough, eventually you're bound, bound to the ground."

And, finally, from "Nothing Left to Lose":

"Come on and we'll sing, like we were free, push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us. Come on and we'll try one last time, I'm off the floor one last time to find you. And here we go, there's nothing left to choose. And here we are, there's nothing left to lose."

Of course, the rest of the lyrics to all of them (especially the latter two) are equally awesome, and the sounds are great too. As one would expect, the Taylor Swift one is a bit different; I like it, but if you're not a country fan, you probably won't. (Course, generally speaking I'm not a country fan either...)

Sincerest apologies. I'm rambling now. This is probably because I'm exhausted. I didn't go to bed until nearly 3am (which reminds me of the Matchbox Twenty song of the same name) because I was talking to KD. The details don't need to be posted all over the internet, but I think that conversation did a lot of good for both of us. So here's to you, K. I love you!!! ♥

And now, I am off to take a nap and do math homework. In the words of Tigger, TTFN!
~Bex