So, August is starting tomorrow, and I have no idea where July went. So, upon the realization that the summer was almost over, I remembered my much neglected "Summer to-do list" So I went upstairs and got it, and crossed off whatever I had done throughout the month of July. But there is still many things on the list that shall have to get done during the month of August. So, here they are. Hopefully they all get done .
1. Write ten new songs (so far I've written one...yikes .)
2. Go to the Reach
3. Have at least one bonfire
4. Learn to play guitar (That may have to wait until school starts when I can take lessons)
5. Go to a summer concert or two
6. Go canoeing
7. Go fishing
8. Play Spotlight with the Oromocto Lake crew
9. Work up a good flip-flop collection
10. Have a BBQ
11. Work at piano
12. Go to some of the night movies in Officers Square (I'm actually not sure if they still do that)
13. Explore somewhere
14. Make new friends
15. Go to the mall in St. John
16. Go to St. Andrews with Jess and Mon
17. Go to Moncton
18. Sleep outside
19. Go for a bike ride
20. Go for ice cream
21. But the new Coldplay album
22. Pull an all-nighter
23. Go to my grandparents cottage
24. Pick flowers
25. Be at peace with everyone for even just a day
26. Build something
27. Go camping
28. Give change to a homeless person
29. Help mom with anything
30. Watch the sunrise
31. Learn to cook something
32. Go tubing
33. Drive dad's boat again
34. Walk really far down the shore at the Reach
35. Go across the border
36. Go to St. Stephen
37. Eat at Blacks
38. Try to ride a skateboard
39. Apologize sincerely to anyone who deserves it
40. Don't waste any time
41. Create a Broken English fan club
42. Go swimming at night
43. Walk in the woods
44. Go to the caves in St. Martins
45. Climb Mt. Carlton
46. Jump off the pier into the water
47. Increase music collection
48. Go to a yard sale
49. Make lemonade
50. Bring a friend to the Reach
51. Help fix up the cottage at the reach
52. Go to lake George
53. Plant something
54. Lie under the stars
55. Climb a tree
The original list had 114 things on it, but I got the rest of it done. The things that aren't done, are there .
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thoughts on empathy, troubled rockstars, and falling in love
So, it was nice to talk about my trip to the Island, but I don't know how much more of that I'll be doing. I think I'll use this blog mostly for the purpose of sharing thoughts. Well, not necessarily "sharing" because I strongly doubt that anyone reads this. More like, getting my thoughts out there. In the open, where they are out and free and off my chest. Which is good, especially for me. Sometimes, I am so empathetic towards others I hold my own feelings in. I think empathy is the best and worst thing about me. I'm empathetic in a good way, in the sense that I can connect with other people, and feel everyones pain, joy, triumph, grief, what have you. My idols, people such as John Lennon and Kurt Cobain, were men who emanated a great deal of empathy. Especially Cobain. Which brings us to my bad empathetic side. Like Cobain, I sometimes feel so deeply and strongly for other people, it really, really hurts. It makes me sad and anxious, and makes me feel as though I have to deal with everyones problems. To make the person feel better, of course, but also to relieve myself of the overwhelming empathetic sadness that eats away at me until the problem is fixed. Empathy is my friend and my rival. It doesn't matter, however. I will always be an empathetic and in-tune person.
Perhaps that may also explain my taste in men.
Listen girls, The Jonas Brothers are okay, but they are simply much too fresh-faced, poppy, preppy, clean-cut, over-hyped, Disney Channel happy for me. I can't stand it when musicians pretend that fame is a glorious, flawless road, paved with gold and lollipops. Give me a break. I know fame is difficult and twisted. And I'm not even famous. Life itself is difficult and twisted.
Which explains why those Disney kids are just not the rockstars (for lack of a better word) that I'm into. My kind of rockstar is the weird underdog with the long hair and the thrift store jeans. You know, the kind that passes out on stage and is at the therapists more than his own home. The one who wakes up in a strange apartment without a clue where he is and no memory of how he got there, and who would be so much better off to just quit the business and live a normal life, but can't. Because music IS his life. I love the musician who is just in it for the music, even if it kills him. Because there's nothing else. That person is raw. And real. Real. That's what I need. That's what my empathetic little soul needs. Someone I can relate to. Someone who is real. Who shares my problems. Someone who knows that life is not all sweet and happiness, because it isn't.
And someone like that could accept for who I am. Someone like that wouldn't care that I don't look like that girl on the cover of Vogue...because we could relate. Understand one another. That would be all that mattered. Two empathetic souls. Together. You know that "I Need" list? There's really only one thing I need. What I really need is to fall in love, and for once, not regret it.
Perhaps that may also explain my taste in men.
Listen girls, The Jonas Brothers are okay, but they are simply much too fresh-faced, poppy, preppy, clean-cut, over-hyped, Disney Channel happy for me. I can't stand it when musicians pretend that fame is a glorious, flawless road, paved with gold and lollipops. Give me a break. I know fame is difficult and twisted. And I'm not even famous. Life itself is difficult and twisted.
Which explains why those Disney kids are just not the rockstars (for lack of a better word) that I'm into. My kind of rockstar is the weird underdog with the long hair and the thrift store jeans. You know, the kind that passes out on stage and is at the therapists more than his own home. The one who wakes up in a strange apartment without a clue where he is and no memory of how he got there, and who would be so much better off to just quit the business and live a normal life, but can't. Because music IS his life. I love the musician who is just in it for the music, even if it kills him. Because there's nothing else. That person is raw. And real. Real. That's what I need. That's what my empathetic little soul needs. Someone I can relate to. Someone who is real. Who shares my problems. Someone who knows that life is not all sweet and happiness, because it isn't.
And someone like that could accept for who I am. Someone like that wouldn't care that I don't look like that girl on the cover of Vogue...because we could relate. Understand one another. That would be all that mattered. Two empathetic souls. Together. You know that "I Need" list? There's really only one thing I need. What I really need is to fall in love, and for once, not regret it.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Blogger Extraordinaire
Only three posts and already I have nothing in particular to blog about.
I'm not entirely sure why I made this blog. Perhaps because "blog" sounds so striving-musician starving-artist. I'll get into it soon, though. And then there'll be no stopping me. I'll be blogger extraordinaire. (Blogger extraordinaire?)
Anyway,
Lately, I've been having writers block. There has been no songs coming from my brain into my pen onto my paper. Mostly just doodles in the corner of the page. I haven't written anything and finished it in way too long. I need to get out, see some things, have something strike inspiration in me. I need a jolt to the mind. Or maybe just a boyfriend.
I'm not entirely sure why I made this blog. Perhaps because "blog" sounds so striving-musician starving-artist. I'll get into it soon, though. And then there'll be no stopping me. I'll be blogger extraordinaire. (Blogger extraordinaire?)
Anyway,
Lately, I've been having writers block. There has been no songs coming from my brain into my pen onto my paper. Mostly just doodles in the corner of the page. I haven't written anything and finished it in way too long. I need to get out, see some things, have something strike inspiration in me. I need a jolt to the mind. Or maybe just a boyfriend.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
P.E.I
So much for updating every day from the island .
No internet. Most unfortunate.
Anyway, I'm back now. So it's time to talk about the trip.
We left Saturday, July 12th, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. After the pre-requisite three hour drive, we arrived at the cottage we were to rent for the week. My brother and I went down to the beach and looked around immediately. It was a very nice little piece of beach, I must say. We went to the grocery store in Summerside, for food, of course.
Sunday we explored P.E.I. We went to this little seaside village called Victoria, then to Brackley beach. The water was full of jellyfish. We went swimming anyway.
Monday, it rained. We went to Charlottetown and went shopping. I discovered this fantastic little vintage store called "The Green Man." I bought what was probably the only dress made in the 80's without shoulder pads. We ate supper at an incredible fish and chips place. Lots of Beatles stuff on the walls. It was great .
Tuesday, we went to Shining Waters water park, because it was apparently necessary that my brother go there before we go home. I'm glad I went however, because I happened to run into someone I haven't seen since third grade. We recognized each other immediately. Anyway, much watersliding, and then we returned to the cottage.
Wednesday, we went to a lovely beach in North Rustico, and then to North Cape. My brother fell off this cliff-type thing, and we had to take him to the hospital. He was fine. I hate hospitals.
Thursday we went to The Haunted Mansion in Kensington, shopping in Cavendish, and then to the beach in North Rustico again.
Friday we went to a historical village. There was a barn there with all these kittens running around in it. I loved them. Then we went to Prim point and climbed the lighthouse. I was terrified and I didn't go all the way up. Then we went to the beach again.
Saturday morning we packed up and headed out. We took the ferry to Nova Scotia, which was quite interesting. Once in Nova Scotia we ate lunch, then headed back home.
No internet. Most unfortunate.
Anyway, I'm back now. So it's time to talk about the trip.
We left Saturday, July 12th, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. After the pre-requisite three hour drive, we arrived at the cottage we were to rent for the week. My brother and I went down to the beach and looked around immediately. It was a very nice little piece of beach, I must say. We went to the grocery store in Summerside, for food, of course.
Sunday we explored P.E.I. We went to this little seaside village called Victoria, then to Brackley beach. The water was full of jellyfish. We went swimming anyway.
Monday, it rained. We went to Charlottetown and went shopping. I discovered this fantastic little vintage store called "The Green Man." I bought what was probably the only dress made in the 80's without shoulder pads. We ate supper at an incredible fish and chips place. Lots of Beatles stuff on the walls. It was great .
Tuesday, we went to Shining Waters water park, because it was apparently necessary that my brother go there before we go home. I'm glad I went however, because I happened to run into someone I haven't seen since third grade. We recognized each other immediately. Anyway, much watersliding, and then we returned to the cottage.
Wednesday, we went to a lovely beach in North Rustico, and then to North Cape. My brother fell off this cliff-type thing, and we had to take him to the hospital. He was fine. I hate hospitals.
Thursday we went to The Haunted Mansion in Kensington, shopping in Cavendish, and then to the beach in North Rustico again.
Friday we went to a historical village. There was a barn there with all these kittens running around in it. I loved them. Then we went to Prim point and climbed the lighthouse. I was terrified and I didn't go all the way up. Then we went to the beach again.
Saturday morning we packed up and headed out. We took the ferry to Nova Scotia, which was quite interesting. Once in Nova Scotia we ate lunch, then headed back home.
Friday, July 11, 2008
The Beginning
So here we are.
At the beginnning. The beginning of my life as a blogger. Anyone who actually decides to read this will discover much about me and my way of life, as well as my experiences. I may even post some songs and poetry at some point. Who knows? Anyway, let's talk about what's coming up. I will be heading down to P.E.I with my mother and her boyfriend, and my brother tomorrow for a week. I adore Prince Edward Island. I will keep updating my blog from P.E.I hopefully every day from my mom's laptop. For now, I'm going to go get some breakfast.
At the beginnning. The beginning of my life as a blogger. Anyone who actually decides to read this will discover much about me and my way of life, as well as my experiences. I may even post some songs and poetry at some point. Who knows? Anyway, let's talk about what's coming up. I will be heading down to P.E.I with my mother and her boyfriend, and my brother tomorrow for a week. I adore Prince Edward Island. I will keep updating my blog from P.E.I hopefully every day from my mom's laptop. For now, I'm going to go get some breakfast.
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