Thursday, April 21, 2011

Crazy tastes in music.

So I've been wanting a playlist on my page for a while now and I've finally gotten around to it/figured it out. And I've been searching all the randomness that is my taste in music on and am super happy when I find my little known music there. Such as The GazettE. They're this awesome visual kei band from Japan and I added three of their songs (Guren, Taion, and Cassis) to my playlist (which is at the bottom of my page if you'd like to search through it). And yes, they're in Japanese.

I'm pretty sure there is a wide variety of musical tastes on that thing, which is why I have it on shuffle. It's fun to see what'll pop up next.

Happy listening.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Look what I found on Tumblr.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

-- Rosemarie Urquico

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

"The first time I saw you smile,

My eyes said: She's beautiful..
My brain said: jakllj;ljijerloafjolfkjld
My heart said: Dibs."
-letters to crushes

[Yay, opportunity to use all my lovey-dovey couple pictures]

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Things of simple awesomeness.

Think before you insult.

Sometimes I wear a lot of makeup.
Sometimes I wear weird glasses.
Sometimes I wear a dress.
Sometimes I wear odd colored nail polish.
Sometimes I wear short shorts.
Sometimes I wear sweats.
Sometimes I wear glasses.

If you make a comment on what I'm wearing, I'm not going to just shrug it off. If it's a compliment, I'll feel genuinely good. If it's a rude comment, whether kidding or serious, I'm going to take it seriously. In my mind, even if it was a joke, there was something that prompted that joke and it will get to me. Maybe just for a second, maybe not. I wish I could just shrug stuff off like that, but I can't.

Sometimes I'm quiet.
Sometimes I'm loud.
Sometimes I'm incessant.
Sometimes I'm annoying.
Sometimes I hit people.
Sometimes I come off as a bitch.
Sometimes I joke.

I do a lot of things, but when it comes down to it, I never intentionally hurt anyone. If I make comments that may seem hurtful, I definitely do not mean them that way. I joke. I'm not intentionally mean. I'm sorry if I come off that way. And again, if you tell me I'm a jerk, if you tell me I'm a bully, I may laugh it off, but inside, I'm not laughing. My brain stops for a second then works at full speed trying to figure out what they mean. Do they really think that? Are they joking too? Should I stop? My insecurities make it impossible for me to take anything as just a joke.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.

Really? Really? That is the biggest load of shit I've ever heard. Words can be the most hurtful weapons of all. They get inside a person's head, break them down from the inside. They keep people up at night going over all of their actions and words, trying to figure out where they went wrong. They can make people go insane. Words will never hurt me. Yeah, right. You try being called a nerd, fat, ugly, a homo, good-for-nothing, worthless, stupid, ditzy, bully, or any of the other terrible names thrown at people and see how you like it. See if you can just shrug it off.

Words hurt, trust me.

So next time, think before you insult.