Posts Tagged With: music

When will I stop procrastinating? The world may never know.

Hello World! How are you this delightful Sunday morning? (rain is falling / steal some covers / share some skin) Did you catch that early 2000’s Maroon 5 reference? Of course you did because you’re musically hip and not uncultured. You go.

Oh my gosh I just missed 11:11. I had literally looked at my phone, it was 11:10, I texted someone, and I missed it. How did I take over an entire minute just to text? I didn’t even say much! Wow I must be a slow texter. Guess I have to wait another 12 hours to make a wish.

Commercial break over. Aaaaaaaaaaaand we’re back!

I’m in an unexpected great mood today. Maybe it’s just because I got more sleep than I normally do. I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress lately because I just have big assignment after big assignment in school lately, and being at work takes away any free time to mentally charge myself. So just picture an American girl dragging herself to her car with a low batter sign blinking above her head. That is me.

I do however have some great news. Yesterday one of my mom’s friends shared a post on facebook about a new litter of puppies that were rescued from a shelter and brought to a pet store near us. My family and I went there together to “just look” and “consider” getting a new one. Ha. Real funny, Mom you knew exactly what you were doing. Sooooo we’re officially getting a new dog! He’s a 9 week old Beagle-Shetland Sheepdog mutt and is ADORABLE. We named him Oliver and will call him Oli for short. I’m so excited for him, we don’t get to bring him home until Tuesday though. But when he comes here I’m going to take him on walks and let him sleep in my bed and teach him how to roll over and hope that he doesn’t try to eat my hamster.

Things are also going well with my boyfriend! Last night was interesting, we were just hanging out and were about to leave to go to his friend’s house when I started to not feel well and just became really unresponsive. I wasn’t sure what I felt like doing and was preoccupied with worrying over feeling worse once we got to his friend’s house. So then I started crying and he was like NO DON’T CRY IT’S OK and I didn’t want him to look at me with my makeup running and my hair sticking to my black river tears so I just got out of the car and staring walking around. I didn’t even know where I was going but not even 2 seconds later he ran after me and hugged me.

Who does that? I can honestly say I’ve never had anyone go out of their way to make sure I’m ok as much as he does. He’s so wonderful, God I’m so lucky to have him. I hope everyone reading this someday finds someone who makes them feel as special and loved as he does for me.

I’m going to be here for a while longer spending some quality time with my laptop. I have a super fun research essay to continue working on. Super SUPER FUN. I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN. 

Well alright, I should probably actually go now before I accidentally break the internet. But it was lovely talking to you, let’s catch up again sometime soon. Love you all.

-Jessie

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I made you a mix CD as part of your present

*stumbles into room, clutching side* *collapses* *drags self to laptop* *musters all strength to simply write the words:* H-hello World. I’m sorry you have to see me this..this way. *winces* You see.. I’m in some pain because *wipes blood off face* because.. I….. I……*gasping* rocked so freaking hard last night.

Hey. I’m not actually in ^this^ condition. I’m a little sore, but it’s nothing. I’m tough, see? *swallows lit cigarette* Wait, why did I just do that, I don’t even smoke. (?) Ok.

Anywaaaay, the theme of this post is to inform all you lovely people of my recent escapades. I went to a concert last night! They’re a pop-punk band called Real Friends who are from the Midwest. That’s right, they grew up frolicking in fields of corn just like me. I discovered this band probably a year and a half ago so I’m ecstatic that I finally got the chance to see them live.

My company and I ventured into the dark venue, flooded with flannel-wearing punks. My eyes sparkled at the lack of originality. With each band that claimed the stage, I was swept away into the current of the great mosh. Youths such as I senselessly pushing and shoving one another, to display their enjoyment of blaring guitar solos. And what a sight it was! Watching gnarly dudes soar above me, like reindeers on Christmas Eve. Such a grand gesture of determination and support, as we worked together to hurl the crowd surfers toward stage, to graze the hand of a mesmerizing lead singer.

In all seriousness, it was an incredible show. I had to keep myself from crying at multiple points, whether it was from a favorite song, or the feeling of being alive again – fully alive. Afterwards my friends and I topped off our evening by dining at a local pizza joint. How pop-punk of us XD

I know that not a lot of people are into pop-punk, but I love these songs and you may too. So here’s a little playlist from my CD collection to yours ❤
1. I've Given Up On You – Real Friends
2. Elevated – State Champs
3. A Part Of Me – Neck Deep
4. Came Out Swinging – The Wonder Years
5. No Good – Knuckle Puck

Maybe you guys can listen to these songs as you fall asleep or skateboard to work or whatever you crazy kids do for fun these days.

Rock on,
Jessie

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Across The Universe in Converse

Unless you’ve taken the time to get to know me, you probably don’t know about my deep rooted love for The Beatles. I have a strong appreciation for music. Naturally, I enjoy old music just as much as the current, if not more.

It started in 7th grade. Middle school was a weird time for me. Growing up in general was a weird time for me. I mean hey things still get pretty weird. In the first week of 7th grade, I was clinging to the wall of my friend’s locker during passing period. What, I was just gonna stand by my locker…by my locker mates? Or… or walk in the halls by myself? What if- Oh God what if I was the first one in my classroom?! No. No, no, no. No. Clingy me it was.

There was something different about this situation. I wasn’t the only leech. There was another. She had short hair, dark. But not as dark as her makeup. It’s typical for middle school girls to wear heavy eyeliner because they’re children trying to be adults but without the knowledge as of how to actually achieve that look. This was the most extreme case my young, timid self had ever stumbled upon. Her clothes were just as weird. She wore all these chains and studs and wait- safety pins? Ok, this girl is wearing safety pins. Her jeans were covered in ink. I don’t mean there was some sort of spontaneous pen explosion, it was most certainly intentional.

The first thing I noticed were the words. Were they song lyrics? Or maybe, poems? All upside down. She had written them while she was wearing the jeans. Then there were the drawings. Weird, deranged, and demented sketches of seemingly atheist humans and dying animals. She wore shiny, black combat boots. Now I realize combat boots are crazy hot in today’s fashion world. I have two pairs sitting on my floor as I write this. But this was 2008. As in, long before the craze. I thought for sure, if this girl kicked me, I’d have some broken bones.

Perhaps the most noticeable thing about this girl was her stature. She was very frail, under her layers of clothes you could still tell that this girl was extremely skinny. She stood with her feet together, and both hands drawn up to her neck. She constantly flipped her hair out of her eyes and tugged at her shirt and sleeves, making sure they were always pulled down enough. I had never met anyone so pale.

In case you can’t place yourself into the developing mind of a 12-year-old, this girl was weird. W-E-I-R-D, weird. “Emoooooo” I thought in my head. She scared me.

My fear of this girl faded quickly, well, it just lessened. I was always slightly afraid of her, but I accepted her existence. She soon became apart of the group. Walking with us in the halls, whispering to us during class, sitting with us at lunch. One thing I noticed about her, was that she listened to old music. This was something I could appreciate. She wore a bag with the With The Beatles album cover on it. Once in the science hall I asked her, “What are their names again?” She looked down and pointed to each one, “John, Paul, George, and Ringo.” Then she tugged her sleeve and flipped her hair.

One day when I came home from school, I set down my bag and went straight to the basement. I knew I had seen some Beatles CD in my house before. Rifling though my parent’s enormity of an album collection, I found what I was searching for. 1.

The rest is really history. I listened to The Beatles’ #1 hits, loved it, needed more, got every album, loved them all, and listened to them religiously. Some call it strange for a person born in the mid 90’s to want to listen to a band that began at the start of their parents’s existence, but I don’t see how anyone who truly loves music could ever dislike these four men who grew up in Liverpool.

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