cookin up tension

Is it really necessary for you to shoot me down?
Do I even know you?
No. I don't know you. And you don't know me.
Not at all.

So, who are you that you can bad-mouth me?
trash-talk me?
you're the piece of trash that has wandered into the nice part of town.
That puts itself in sheeps clothing but then claws out and tears up the innocent sheep.

I don't care what you think.
I look into your judgemental eyes.
You scoff, and I don't care what you think.

put on your fangs and your blood-matted coat
go back to your dumpster

It'll be shoved down your throat

I have had it up to here with rude, inconsiderate people
My own generation in particular is so corrupt and disrespectful
that I am ashamed to be apart of it.

I've felt this way for a long time,
but last night I saw something that
really sent it over the top

I went to Disneyland with two of my good friends
The night was going better than expected,
short lines, fun rides, good food
But then, as we were getting ready to leave
we decided to go on one last ride: the matterhorn.

We landed in line right behind a very loud group of girls
By our immediate observations they were all pretty and all obnoxious
Also, judging on how they were acting, they were all freshmen
They had their cameras out and kept snapping pictures of eachother
which was already annoying since the flash was so bright in the dark
They were all holding those light up plastic swords and wearing pink tiaras
Also, they couldn't finish a sentence without saying, "Daaaayyyyum."

Now, if these girls want to act this way and have fun within themselves
I really have no objection to that, but then they took it to a new level
As people walked past the line, the girls would poke them with their swords or stick there cameras in their face and snap pictures of them,
giving these strangers temporary blindness

Then, there was a person sitting
on a bench
all by themselves
with a hood pulled over their head
minding their own business

We were behind this person, so I couldn't tell their age
maybe old, maybe young
But the point is, they were minding their own business
Maybe they were having a terrible night
and had just been crying on that bench
Maybe they were going through something really difficult

You never know...

Well, these girls thought it might be funny
to reach across with their light up swords
and poke this person in the back of their head
multiple times

It took every drop of self control in my entire body
to keep myself from doing or saying something
to these girls that I will regret

Things like that, just make me realize
how little some people care for others

How little regard we have for others feelings
and situations
and how little empathy we have

So, I said a silent prayer for that person that had been the object of these girls selfish good time and I hope that one day
those girls learn a lesson about life and people in it

Don't be one of those people.

Spring-a-ling-a-ling-time!

Happy Easter to you, one and all.
Since it is spring, and this time is famous for the beginning of life
[Babies and kittens and flowers...things like that.]
The lovely things of life!
I decided to post a blog.

I was just speaking to a good friend of mine, Lauren Finke.
I'm sure she'll be excited about this shoutout.
Ha-ha.
We were talking about bulldogs.

I've decided, even though I am not a big fan of doggy slobber.
I really, really want a bulldog!
I am now starting a fund for myself.
It will be called my "i want a bulldog fund"

I plan on having quite the interesting array of animals when I'm older
Here are the animals I want:

1) A bulldog


Dude, look at this fella.
Isn't he just unbearably cute?


2) A bengal cat


Bengal cats are less domestic than most cats.
They still have that wild streak, and they are spotted like leopards.
I made good friends with a Bengal cat at the animal shelter.

3) A sugarglider


I've wanted one of these for years.
They are completely amazing, and a bit like flying squirrels.
Only you can keep them as pets.

So, if anyone wanted to buy one for me, then I would love you for a long time.

Looks of disgust and disappointment

I wrote this during class one day, when I was supposed to be working
But there are more important things that are vital to my sanity sometimes
I was having a really crummy day

She hates me, I know it.
Today is a trip to the dentist, the one who invented the electric chair
Today is a dress full of static, that stick to me legs when I walk anywhere
Today is a pair of sweaty silk pajamas, the kind they sell for romance
Today is a broken nail, like the one on the thumb of my left hand
Today is a mouth full of spicy food, and no water to calm it
Today is a desk with a 1 inch layer of chewed gum underneath, like the one in geography class
Today is a papercut, something so small can cause so much pain and discomfort
Today is finding out your mom ate the last piece of cake, so you go to the freezer and find out your uncle ate your ice cream
Today is getting yelled at for incompetence
Today is a tickle, or an itch at the sole of your foot
Today is cough medicine, the really disgusting orange kind
Today is burnt toast, that leaves the taste of careless parenthood in your mouth
Today is a joke gone wrong, so your left there with a pinched expression
Today is feeling like a fool in a room full of imbeciles
Today is bed at 1 morning at 6
Today is a something in my eye that feels like a mountain, but it only a piece of dust
Today is a party with crowds of drunken people, I know no one, and even the ones I know are someone else when drowning their sorrows in a bottle of whiskey

She hates me, I know it.
and they, they look at me with glances of resentment

The simple love songs

I guess even the most cynical of girls would want a love song written about them.

They dream it up in their heads,
along with the poet to whom they owe the beautiful words and brilliant honor.

A friend of mine, one of my best, always talks about the likes of the song that she wants her soul mate to write her.
She says to me, "Rachel, I want it to be pure poetry, intricate and beautiful, with an orchestra and his voice will be like an angel's voice"

Maybe she will find her angel voice boy one day,
and maybe he'll carry an orchestra in his back pocket.

But me, I think the most beautiful of love songs are the simple ones
with few words but many thoughts.
I picture a boy with nothing but his cracked off-key voice
and perhaps a wooden flute...but he doesn't have to.
Not perfect, but perfect anyway.

And one of my favorite love songs:
"I just know that she warms my heart
and knows what all my imperfections are.
And she says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar"
-Brightest by Copeland

And even if he doesn't have an angel's voice
and there's no orchestra
he'll be the brightest little firefly in my jar

Overkill

I already posted today, but it didn't feel like today because it was last night.
But who cares really? No one reads this anyway.
Hey nobody, how's it goin?

I'm sitting here listening to The Weepies "Nobody knows me at all"
and thinking about how true it is.
No one will ever know me all the way through, because our minds are everchanging creatures.

We change opinions, and tastes all the time and unless you give everyone you know a heads up when that happens.
They don't know every single little slice of you.

"When I was a child everybody smiled.
Nobody knows me at all."

I ate dinner with my grandparents tonight.
I thought about how much I don't know about my family.
Sitting at a table with familiar strangers, I didn't know much about them.
Still don't...and really I don't know how much time is left.
I am going to quiz them on their lives, and I will post a blog about it.

"And very late at night, and in the morning light
Nobody knows me at all."

No one can decide what side of the road they want to reside on.
Choose one please, or stand in the middle and get hit with tension.

"I don't give a damn. I'm happy as a clam.
Nobody knows me at all."

Universal Time Travel!

I just have to tell you guys, that I both love and hate daylight savings time.
I don't know who 'you guys' are, or if anyone even cares to read my psycho babble, but here are the reasons why I have a love/hate relationship with daylight savings.

Why I hate daylight savings:

1) I lose an hour of sleep, which means that I will be one grumpy bear in the morns.

2) More daylight. I don't like the sun...I like to sleep. Therefore, I require darkness in order to sleep soundly.

3) It's so confusing because some of my clocks change themselves while others (the challenged ones) make me change them to the correct time. Which I am too lazy to do, therefore I end up never knowing what the right time is.


Reasons I love daylight savings:

1) For a split second, the very second the hour changes...
We travel through time!