June 2011
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Day 6&7
Irony. One of mah best friends favorite number is 7. Mine is 6.
I’m catching up, I promise I’ll be in a rhythm soon!!
Kay. Day 6: Your views on mainstream music.
Oh boy, did I get a history lesson today (coughderikcough)
Honestly. My thoughts on this would be muchhhhh different back in 7th grade. Probably even back in freshman year.
It has it’s place. Fosho. Probably some of the best party, sing off key/or harmonize to in the car, light and fun up-beat music. And there’s some enjoyable alternative mainstream.
My only beef (hahah), is allllll of the electronic layering. Sure, okay, electronic mmusic is an art in itself. But really. Do you need to synthesize, and digitalize every noise? Even drums? The reason I don’t like Lady Gaga’s new stuff, is because it feels like such a thick texture of digital sounds. I don’t like listening to much of Black Eyed Peas anymore, because they can’t preform without autotune.
Don’t get me wrong. I have Justin Beiber’s album on my ipod. I’m currently freaking addicted to Katy Perry’s E.T. (I blame Derik.). Maybe I’m hypocritical? meh. I get cravings for pop, and mainstream, sometimes easy on the brain (sometimes EXACTLY what you feel), music. And mainstream used to play a big part in my life. Simple Plan and Good Charlotte? Those were my boys. Hilary Duff was the first concert I ever went to. I used to be a HUGE Dreamstreet, N’sync, and Britney Spears fan. It all has it’s place.
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving David Bazan. Kevin Devine. The Good Life. The Avett Brothers. and whatever alternative/underground that comes my way.
Day 7: Five Pet Peeves
1. GUM SMACKING/Most mouth noises in general.
2. Hard Headedness. Or Stubborness (Though I am. Hm.). Just. Not even taking in what another person is saying. I hate that in myself too.
3. Someone telling me what to do, when I’m on the verge of putting my to-do plan into action. Instantly shuts meh down.
4. The purposeful saying things outloud but indirect near a group of people or a person, as if waiting for them to comment. Like “drawing them in.” or beating around the bush. ugh.
5. Stopping. Sentence. Mid-thought. Like a cliffhanger. I do that too, but I don’t wait ten minutes, until someone says something and take another 5 minutes to remember like my mom does.
Julia!!
How are you holding up?
Dude. I swear I’m going crazy sometimes expecting seniors to be there. But it’s okay. Still in denial. I shudder at being a “senior”. At least til my college visits are over, i will. How’ve you been??? Did you ever get that job? And. I want to yell french note at one of your tumblr posts…………:P :) but that might be a facebook conversation. ._.
Anything
About you. Mostly from you. Makes it hard to breath. Makes my chest hurt. In a bad way. I can’t handle it. I’m so done with you in my life in any way. I know this is old news. But. It’s hard to just give up, even when you’re disgusted. I don’t want to be around the corner anymore. I dont want to wonder when/where I’ll accidentally run into you, or see you. I wish I had left sooner, because this one has probably been the worst to get my mind off of. Sure, i get over things slow. Lord. Knows. But I feel like in still fighting to get away. I know I’m not. I’m just. Stuck. And the more I think about it, the worse it gets.
But I have some really amazing people in my life. If I didnt need a constant reminder. If I put in some damn effort. I need a flipping energizer bunny to give me a boost like this every tine I get down. Or just everyonce in awhile. Or maybe I just need to drink coffee at night more…
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RENEE YOHE: My mother <3 →
reneeyohe.com
My parents have always stood behind me, through thick and thin. Whether that meant, not supporting me, not enabling, or fully backing me up and doing all that they can in their power to see that I succeed. They are some of the strongest, most beautiful people I know. I have watched them change and allow their circumstances to sharpen them instead of destroy or pull them apart. Through all the restless nights when they had no guarantee of my safety or survival, they leaned on each other and their faith in God to rest, carry on, with strength and dignity and authenticity. A lot of people are familiar with my story, with how I have overcome and desire to use my story to help others, many people are familiar with TWLOHA and with Jamie’s work to reach other people. Not enough people know about the work my parents do. They have both redirected/refocused their lives to help other parents who have gone through the same struggles they have, in loving someone (brother, husband, child, friend, etc) who battles addiction, depression, and the rest of those monsters. My mother has a blog that she writes with the hope of offering her own experience, strength and hope for other parents. She has such wisdom and insight that I believe is invaluable. Whether it’s to help the parents and loved ones know how to take care of themselves and trust god or a higher power to pull them through, or how to interact with their loved ones who are struggling. She recently entered a contest at the suggestion of her friends, if she get’s voted into the top 25 her blog will be featured in front of their audience (an estimated 6 million). So, if you could please take the time to go and vote for her blog, it would mean the world to me. I believe my mother has much wisdom and insight to share, and I think having her blog exposed to more people could make a difference.
You can vote once a day, voting ends June 8th. Please take a second to vote, and perhaps pass the word along, or her blog to anyone you think may find it helpful. Thank you!
“Love is about bottomless empathy, born out of the heart’s revelation that another person is every bit as real as you are. And this is why love, as I understand it, is always specific. Trying to love all of humanity may be a worthy endeavor, but, in a funny way, it keeps the focus on the self, on the self’s own moral or spiritual well-being. Whereas, to love a specific person, and to identify with his or her struggles and joys as if they were your own, you have to surrender some of your self.”
—Jonathan Franzen in Liking Is for Cowards. Go for What Hurts. (via semperaugustus)
