A Note.

   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.

Quote.

          "If a man whistles at you, don't turn around. You're a woman not a dog."

            -Adele

               
  

Song of the Week.

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...

Sylvie Guillem performing Grand Pas Classique

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.

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.