The work overwhelms me, the teachers are basically all unhappy assholes, the majority of the kids are spoiled and have no dreams other than to attend a college where they can spend their time in sororities and fraternities in the hopes of eventually meeting their ideal “Greek” spouse, and I’ve grown to despise the sport I used to enjoy.
I just really need out. I need change. I need my future to hurry up and get here.
I still have an entire school year left to even begin and I already feel completely unmotivated.
All I can do now is look forward to the near future; the day I choose my classes for my senior year. If I can just get excited about nearer goals like that, maybe I’ll be able to make it out of high school in one piece.
Here’s a clip of the first single off Born and Raised, called “Shadow Days.” I’m excited to share the first bit of sound from the album… Been looking forward to a post like this since October 14, 2010, the first day I started writing this group of songs. Enjoy.
Not as awful as it seems. Every cynical single and most males in general dread this holiday. It is much anticipated by such as they constantly discuss how horrible it will be. But then just like every other holiday, it comes and quietly goes and we all take a sigh of relief because yes, we made it out alive.
Think about it though, was it really that painful? Yes, the very touchy couples and the overly dramatic singles can put a damper on the day for a bit, but when we push them aside, Valentine’s Day isn’t so dreadful after all.
It’s a day devoted to love, something we often take for granted. Love for the cliche “crush,” but also love for true, under-appreciated friends, for your faithful siblings, for your annoying yet well intended parents, for your loyal pet, for your one dedicated teacher.
I’m not saying you should have gone out and purchased giant teddy bears and boxes of chocolates for these people. Call me crazy, but I seriously doubt I was the only one who noticed most people seemed to be just a tad happier and nicer today, even if only for a brief moment. And, maybe I’m just very excitable, but I have a feeling I’m not the only person who caught themselves smiling and having the slightest urge to hug someone today. Because you don’t need a “be mine” teddy bear and a box of assorted chocolates to give and receive love. After all, the greatest things in life are those we can neither see nor explain.
“And I don’t know what it is, what it is, what it is about you
What it is, what it is but ohhh
The way you movin’ ohh
You turn me on, I won’t touch you till we’re burning
Ohhhh you turn me on”—The Fray
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving… We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it.… We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive are our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers… We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything.”—Courtney Martin (via holdme-closer-tiny-dancer)
You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.
You are no amalgam of these things.
You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.