It is my intention to construct a playlist.
A playlist in which you can feel me through it.
We'll see how said endeavor works out.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
An Introduction To Myself: Part 2
My music taste rapidly evolves.
For better or for worse, I'm not sure.
I started out liking music by The Newsboys and Superchick. That crazy, odd, christian "rock" music made me feel cool. Looking back not only do I realize it's in no way cool to listen to The Newsboys or Superchick.
So, once I realized my favorite bands were lame I decided to try and broaden my horizons and try a few new kinds of tunes. I quickly discarded Metal, Heavy Metal or anything of the sort as options for my new music passion. I actually started paying attention to the music the big girls listened to in the dressing room. I also decided that The Jonas Brothers and Demi Lovato were not my thing.
Going through that stage of desperately trying to fit in, if you asked me who my favorite artists were I'd say, "Oh I don't know. Natalie Grant or Jermey Camp." (Those two are slightly more cool christian artists.) But I really didn't like them. And to be honest I didn't like any of the old stuff I used to listen to anymore. I was stuck in a limbo. No way to be in the "In Crowd" because I didn't know what Joe Jonas named his cat.
Not sure when I realized this, but it was a long overdue revelation; but fitting in with the popular people isn't everything. Because the popular people aren't always that nice or even that cool.
When I realized that my circle of friends wasn't contingent on how much I knew about Adam Levine's tattoos, I just listened to music.
And I soaked it in.
Dwelling on slow piano sonatas. Feeding on classic rock ballads. Basking in quirky Alternative tunes.
I fell in love with music again. My music, no one elses. I listen to what I wanted to and it makes me happy.
I do get a lot of teasing for my music taste.
I've been called a hippie for liking Pink Floyd and Queen.
A mainstream hipster for liking Coldplay and The Script.
A average, teenage girl with poor taste in tunes for liking One Direction.
And I've been called just plain weird for liking Ed Sheeran, Birdy, Augustana and The Fray.
But that's all okay, because music is me. I'm happiest when I'm listening to it. I feel safe and at home. It always makes me smile.
I just love feeling the beat run through my bones...
For better or for worse, I'm not sure.
I started out liking music by The Newsboys and Superchick. That crazy, odd, christian "rock" music made me feel cool. Looking back not only do I realize it's in no way cool to listen to The Newsboys or Superchick.
So, once I realized my favorite bands were lame I decided to try and broaden my horizons and try a few new kinds of tunes. I quickly discarded Metal, Heavy Metal or anything of the sort as options for my new music passion. I actually started paying attention to the music the big girls listened to in the dressing room. I also decided that The Jonas Brothers and Demi Lovato were not my thing.
Going through that stage of desperately trying to fit in, if you asked me who my favorite artists were I'd say, "Oh I don't know. Natalie Grant or Jermey Camp." (Those two are slightly more cool christian artists.) But I really didn't like them. And to be honest I didn't like any of the old stuff I used to listen to anymore. I was stuck in a limbo. No way to be in the "In Crowd" because I didn't know what Joe Jonas named his cat.
Not sure when I realized this, but it was a long overdue revelation; but fitting in with the popular people isn't everything. Because the popular people aren't always that nice or even that cool.
When I realized that my circle of friends wasn't contingent on how much I knew about Adam Levine's tattoos, I just listened to music.
And I soaked it in.
Dwelling on slow piano sonatas. Feeding on classic rock ballads. Basking in quirky Alternative tunes.
I fell in love with music again. My music, no one elses. I listen to what I wanted to and it makes me happy.
I do get a lot of teasing for my music taste.
I've been called a hippie for liking Pink Floyd and Queen.
A mainstream hipster for liking Coldplay and The Script.
A average, teenage girl with poor taste in tunes for liking One Direction.
And I've been called just plain weird for liking Ed Sheeran, Birdy, Augustana and The Fray.
But that's all okay, because music is me. I'm happiest when I'm listening to it. I feel safe and at home. It always makes me smile.
I just love feeling the beat run through my bones...
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The Woes of an Oddball: Part 2
I'm really bad at dieting.
Like really, really bad.
I have absolutely self control. I see, and I eat. There has never been a filter in my mind over whether or not I should eat that cheesecake. I always eat the cheesecake.
I had this mindset, in which, I have a high metabolism so therefore I should be able to eat whatever I want and not worry about it.
Until that one fateful day...
That day when I realized my stomach was no longer completely flat. And I had a small build up of fat on my b'thigh (the part of your leg between you butt and thigh). So I was like, "Well ya know it'll go away. My ballet schedule is about to pick up, I'll be fine."
Nope.
I'm not overweight in any way. Don't get wrong. But, you do have to be skinny for ballet.
So after enduring some complaining, my Mum showed me this article on how some guy got a six pack in four weeks. So, now I'm on the Atkins Diet. Copying the guy with the six pack.
The Atkins Diet has you eating an incredibly low number or carbs a day, and increasing your fruits and vegetables.
And it's a really hard diet.
Really hard.
I love those fried cheese sticks, take out pizza, gummy worms, hushpuppies etc. etc. So this is really hard for me.
To satisfy my gnawing sweet tooth, I chew like, seven pieces of gum a day.
Like really, really bad.
I have absolutely self control. I see, and I eat. There has never been a filter in my mind over whether or not I should eat that cheesecake. I always eat the cheesecake.
I had this mindset, in which, I have a high metabolism so therefore I should be able to eat whatever I want and not worry about it.
Until that one fateful day...
That day when I realized my stomach was no longer completely flat. And I had a small build up of fat on my b'thigh (the part of your leg between you butt and thigh). So I was like, "Well ya know it'll go away. My ballet schedule is about to pick up, I'll be fine."
Nope.
I'm not overweight in any way. Don't get wrong. But, you do have to be skinny for ballet.
So after enduring some complaining, my Mum showed me this article on how some guy got a six pack in four weeks. So, now I'm on the Atkins Diet. Copying the guy with the six pack.
The Atkins Diet has you eating an incredibly low number or carbs a day, and increasing your fruits and vegetables.
And it's a really hard diet.
Really hard.
I love those fried cheese sticks, take out pizza, gummy worms, hushpuppies etc. etc. So this is really hard for me.
To satisfy my gnawing sweet tooth, I chew like, seven pieces of gum a day.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
The Woes of an Oddball: Part 1
Braces. Ew.
Ever sucked on a penny? I have. When I was younger, age 2 or 12 or something, I wanted to see how germy they really were. I think that's when my half baked rebellion started. Any way, I put one in my mouth and gave it a good taste. With a shiver, I spit it out in a wink.
That awful taste, the awful dry feeling in my mouth, is absolutely nothing compared to my time with braces.
When I got the eight (extra thick may I add) spacers, I ended up having one fall out before I even got through a full twenty four hours. So I went back in the morning, teeth sore, and gums swollen, to get the wretched thing replaced. Which, hurt a lot. So once all eight were intact, I had a whole week before I could get the actual braces. A week of next to no eating because I couldn't even touch my teeth together without wincing.
Two hours of my life I'll never get back were the two I spent in the orthodontist's chair getting metal glued to my teeth. The glue tastes awful.
Just so you know the hygienist will try to talk to you while you've got a combination of plastic, rubber and metal in your mouth. Please note, they will also expect you to answer their questions.
So here I am, almost a year later, with an oral surgery and patch up oral surgery to boot. Sitting on the leather couch that I hate with my soul, listening to a song by Pure Bathing Culture that I hate with my soul but I'm to lazy to change. Trying not to complain anymore than needed about the adjustment to my braces I got today.
Braces are the devil. Period.
There, changed the dang song.
Now it's Show Me What I'm Looking For by California Liar.
Ever sucked on a penny? I have. When I was younger, age 2 or 12 or something, I wanted to see how germy they really were. I think that's when my half baked rebellion started. Any way, I put one in my mouth and gave it a good taste. With a shiver, I spit it out in a wink.
That awful taste, the awful dry feeling in my mouth, is absolutely nothing compared to my time with braces.
When I got the eight (extra thick may I add) spacers, I ended up having one fall out before I even got through a full twenty four hours. So I went back in the morning, teeth sore, and gums swollen, to get the wretched thing replaced. Which, hurt a lot. So once all eight were intact, I had a whole week before I could get the actual braces. A week of next to no eating because I couldn't even touch my teeth together without wincing.
Two hours of my life I'll never get back were the two I spent in the orthodontist's chair getting metal glued to my teeth. The glue tastes awful.
Just so you know the hygienist will try to talk to you while you've got a combination of plastic, rubber and metal in your mouth. Please note, they will also expect you to answer their questions.
So here I am, almost a year later, with an oral surgery and patch up oral surgery to boot. Sitting on the leather couch that I hate with my soul, listening to a song by Pure Bathing Culture that I hate with my soul but I'm to lazy to change. Trying not to complain anymore than needed about the adjustment to my braces I got today.
Braces are the devil. Period.
There, changed the dang song.
Now it's Show Me What I'm Looking For by California Liar.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Movie Review.
Mao's Last Dancer
Starring Chi Cao and Bruce Greenwood, directed by Bruce Beresford, the independent film Mao's Last Dancer, is one to educate and inspire. Based on the autobiography of Chinese ballet dancer Li Cunxin, this film takes a dramatic leap from rural, poverty stricken China to the height of ballet stardom.
I suggest this movie for anyone interested in ballet, Chinese history or anyone who just loves inspirational dramas.
Sex: Implied
Language: Occasionally
Drugs and Alcohol: Briefly
Violence: Briefly
I give this film 4 out of 5 stars.
Starring Chi Cao and Bruce Greenwood, directed by Bruce Beresford, the independent film Mao's Last Dancer, is one to educate and inspire. Based on the autobiography of Chinese ballet dancer Li Cunxin, this film takes a dramatic leap from rural, poverty stricken China to the height of ballet stardom.
I suggest this movie for anyone interested in ballet, Chinese history or anyone who just loves inspirational dramas.
Sex: Implied
Language: Occasionally
Drugs and Alcohol: Briefly
Violence: Briefly
I give this film 4 out of 5 stars.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Book Review.
The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
Charlie writes letters. He writes to an unnamed friend. The friend never writes back, never gives input, never gets in contact with Charlie himself. But the friend reads everything Charlie writes. That friend is you.
Charlie had two best friends. His aunt and Michael, who he's known his whole life. So when his aunt dies in a car crash and the whole school receives an announcement over the intercom that Michael committed suicide, Charlie finds himself alone.
Starting his Freshmen year in high school friendless, his parents force him to attend a football game in hopes of drawing him out of his shell. And it works. Because two Seniors, Patrick (also known as Nothing) and his beautiful step sister, Sam, invite Charlie to sit with them. Following the game the three go out to the local diner.
As the year goes on Charlie, Sam and Patrick become inseparable. Through their friendship Charlie learns to live in the real world, in contrast to the world of books he spends his time in.
Now that Charlie is dependent on the siblings companionship, will he be able to let go when they graduate and move on to college, leaving him behind?
Sex: Mentioned
Language: Occasionally
Drugs and Alcohol: Frequently
Violence: Briefly
Additional Themes: Death/Suicide, Panic Attacks/Nervous Breakdowns
Read it read it read it read it!!
Charlie writes letters. He writes to an unnamed friend. The friend never writes back, never gives input, never gets in contact with Charlie himself. But the friend reads everything Charlie writes. That friend is you.
Charlie had two best friends. His aunt and Michael, who he's known his whole life. So when his aunt dies in a car crash and the whole school receives an announcement over the intercom that Michael committed suicide, Charlie finds himself alone.
Starting his Freshmen year in high school friendless, his parents force him to attend a football game in hopes of drawing him out of his shell. And it works. Because two Seniors, Patrick (also known as Nothing) and his beautiful step sister, Sam, invite Charlie to sit with them. Following the game the three go out to the local diner.
As the year goes on Charlie, Sam and Patrick become inseparable. Through their friendship Charlie learns to live in the real world, in contrast to the world of books he spends his time in.
Now that Charlie is dependent on the siblings companionship, will he be able to let go when they graduate and move on to college, leaving him behind?
Sex: Mentioned
Language: Occasionally
Drugs and Alcohol: Frequently
Violence: Briefly
Additional Themes: Death/Suicide, Panic Attacks/Nervous Breakdowns
Read it read it read it read it!!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Book Review.
The Hunger Games By Suzanne Collins
Inspired by the Greek myth The Minotaur and reality TV, Suzanne Collins brings us The Hunger Games. Mildly a satire, this book has erected the bridge of age, with a haunting, heartwarming tale for ages 13 to 113.
When a giant wave crashes over all land on earth, the people who have survived band together to create life and law on the ruins of North America. The new world order, has it's flaws. The Capitol, reigns mercilessly over the other thirteen districts. When District Thirteen rebels, they are in turn wiped out. As a warning to the remaining districts to not cross The President, The Capitol institutes The Hunger Games. A televised fight to the death between twenty four teenagers, two from each district. The lone winner brings food and supplies to his or hers home district. The land of Panem goes on in fear of this event for seventy three years...
Katniss Everdeen's sister, Prim, is only twelve, making this her first year to be in the drawing to compete in The Hunger Games. When Prim is chosen, Katniss volunteers to go to in her place.
Soon Katniss finds herself in a whirlwind of training, and attention of the odd citizens of The Capitol. She puts up a wall, not letting anyone in, focused on her one goal, winning The Games.
Will overwhelming enemies and an impromptu romance get in the way of her making it out of the seventy fourth Hunger Games alive?
Sex: never
Language: never
Drugs and Alcohol: Frequently
Violence: Often (graphic)
I give this book four and a half out of five stars.
Read it read it read it read it!!
When a giant wave crashes over all land on earth, the people who have survived band together to create life and law on the ruins of North America. The new world order, has it's flaws. The Capitol, reigns mercilessly over the other thirteen districts. When District Thirteen rebels, they are in turn wiped out. As a warning to the remaining districts to not cross The President, The Capitol institutes The Hunger Games. A televised fight to the death between twenty four teenagers, two from each district. The lone winner brings food and supplies to his or hers home district. The land of Panem goes on in fear of this event for seventy three years...
Katniss Everdeen's sister, Prim, is only twelve, making this her first year to be in the drawing to compete in The Hunger Games. When Prim is chosen, Katniss volunteers to go to in her place.
Soon Katniss finds herself in a whirlwind of training, and attention of the odd citizens of The Capitol. She puts up a wall, not letting anyone in, focused on her one goal, winning The Games.
Will overwhelming enemies and an impromptu romance get in the way of her making it out of the seventy fourth Hunger Games alive?
Sex: never
Language: never
Drugs and Alcohol: Frequently
Violence: Often (graphic)
I give this book four and a half out of five stars.
Read it read it read it read it!!
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Quote.
"Said I'd never leave her, 'cause our hands fit like my T-shirt. Tongue tied over three words. Cursed. Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt."
Song Writer: Ed Sheeran
Friday, January 4, 2013
An Introduction To Myself : Part 1
Ballet seems like a logical place to start.
Because, dancing makes me feel alive. I go to class six days a week, and I never feel as though it's enough. Maybe it's selfish to think so? Maybe I feel cheated in my hours spent dancing because I dislike noise. My house is noisy, whilst the studio is full of music, heavy breathing and feet hitting the floor. However the yelled corrections from across the room do come across to me as noise. And that's another reason why I dance; because I want to eliminate those noises from coming my way. I want to master the dance floor.
And my desire of ballet perfection is one of the reasons I hate ballet. Because perfection isn't relevant in ballet. I strife for something that's impossible to attain.
And the impossibility of it all, is another reason why I love ballet. Because it's surreal. It's like a small boy saying he'll be strong like superman when he grows up; the boy will obviously never be strong like superman and I'll never own up to the title Ballerina.
I've gone in a full circle here.
Because, dancing makes me feel alive. I go to class six days a week, and I never feel as though it's enough. Maybe it's selfish to think so? Maybe I feel cheated in my hours spent dancing because I dislike noise. My house is noisy, whilst the studio is full of music, heavy breathing and feet hitting the floor. However the yelled corrections from across the room do come across to me as noise. And that's another reason why I dance; because I want to eliminate those noises from coming my way. I want to master the dance floor.
And my desire of ballet perfection is one of the reasons I hate ballet. Because perfection isn't relevant in ballet. I strife for something that's impossible to attain.
And the impossibility of it all, is another reason why I love ballet. Because it's surreal. It's like a small boy saying he'll be strong like superman when he grows up; the boy will obviously never be strong like superman and I'll never own up to the title Ballerina.
I've gone in a full circle here.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Random Ramblings...
Sooo...
I've been wanting a blog for a while. And now that I've got one I can't think of anything to write.
Writers block.
That seems to be a sickness I suffer from far to often.
Which is why I have this blog, My Two Cents, so I can learn to get over writers block (Which from now on will be referred to as The Disease). I'm going to try and write something every day; whether it's an update on my life, a pop culture review, or simply a quote. I'm going to try and write every day so I can learn to overcome The Disease that stands between me and one of my biggest goals, writing a full length novel.
I am Emmaraine and this blog is me.
I've been wanting a blog for a while. And now that I've got one I can't think of anything to write.
Writers block.
That seems to be a sickness I suffer from far to often.
Which is why I have this blog, My Two Cents, so I can learn to get over writers block (Which from now on will be referred to as The Disease). I'm going to try and write something every day; whether it's an update on my life, a pop culture review, or simply a quote. I'm going to try and write every day so I can learn to overcome The Disease that stands between me and one of my biggest goals, writing a full length novel.
I am Emmaraine and this blog is me.
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