Something Beautiful Of The Day

This something beautiful is kind of sad. Heath Ledger had the beginning of what could be a gorgeous human being, both inside and outside. He was thoughtful, sensitive, and tender hearted. He had the sweetest smile, and a beautiful face and body. He had acting talent that blew thousands of movie watchers, directors, and critics away.

After watching the movie Knight's Tale, I practically fell in love with him. It was only a few horrible months later, however, Heath was found dead in his apartment, an overdose of over-the-counter drugs. I do not believe his death was suicide, but rather the resulting effect from a life of bad choices. He chose his friends, his movie roles, girlfriends, everything foolishly. I'm so sorry!

Still, I love to imagine what he could have been. He was so young; not even thirty years old! What kind of magnificent actor could he have been if had made good choices, given his beauty and talents to making uplifting and thoughtful films.

Please, make good choices, everyone!

Song Of The Day

Regina Spektor

Laughing With

This song is absolutely incredible. One of my favorites of all time-ad that is huge from me! The lyrics are thoughtful and sobering, the melody is gripping, the voice is haunting and gorgeous.

This link is to the video, which is interesting and artistic as well.

I do hope you all enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rov3pV9PsRI

Song of thanks

I don't write poems anymore. I feel like everything that can be said has already been said in 30 different creative ways, and if I tried to add my voice, it would only increase the noise.

I don't like noise.

That said, my mother thinks that's very sad. She urges me to continue to write poems, and I usually just brush her off. This time, however, she specificially asked me I write her a thanksgiving friend to send out to all our elderly friends. That I was willing to do: it didn't have to attempt to be artsy and original, just a cute and simple greeting-card style rhyme.

I threw this out in a couple of minutes.

And in honor of Thanksgiving and my mother, here it is:

thanksgiving is an action,

it shouldn't be a noun,

it shouldn't be a day a year

it should be frequent found

a holiday for thanking,

a virtuous idea indeed,

but wouldn't it be better?

if assigned we didn't need?

for just one day special,

to give all of your thanks,

leaves 364 days lacking,

which obviously stanks

if i could have my way,

i think it would be right

thanksgiving would be always-

every day and every night

If 98% of the world is stupid, and 98% of the world doesn't like you, its OK!

I'm a big personality. Lots to handle. One of my best friends has a nickname for me: Blunt Girl. Its a very accurate. I'm bold and honest and extremely open. Match that with my friendliness and interest in others, and I can be quite a handful!

Because I'm so "big", I'm also on the recieving end of extremes in emotion. Some people absolutely love me, others can't stand me. The ones who couldn't stand me upset me horribly. I wanted absolutely everyone to love me; and when I found they didn't, I was quite distressed. I tend to be a pessimist, so if I realize I'm unliked, I immediately assume its me in the wrong. I must be annoying, frustrating, anything. Thus, I found myself often hurt, and sure there was something wrong with me.

I hate most people. Most people are just stupid. If you ask me, about 98% of the world is stupid. They are blind, shallow followers who don't open their eyes to the amazingness of the world around them. They settle for less, and don't even bother to look beyond the color of their chucks and how many sugars in their Starbucks. It just makes me mad!

Everyone wants to be accepted and looked up to, and so they follow someone they think is cool. Who is following someone they think is cool. Who is following someone they think is cool. Who is following Britney Spears. Who is running into a wall. I hate it!

I'd never connected these two thoughts in my head before, but my friend did yesterday. (Many apologies to those noticing that my "good ideas" typically come from others-I'm just not that smart!) Why should I get so hurt when people don't like me, if they're in the 98% that are stupid people anyway!

That seems really obvious, right? Somehow, I never saw it. But its wonderful because its just so freeing-- I don't have to be so hurt and concerned that there's something wrong with me, I can just say "whatever, I'm not on your Stupid Person train." and keep going! Its utterly lovely.

Just to share with any other discouraged people out there who are letting their personalities be tampered with. The masses are dumb, and your person should not be held to their ideas.

Movie Review: Grey Gardens

Grey Gardens

Starring:

Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore

In some strange way, I really liked this movie. It was so eccentric, it was almost beautiful...except for the fact it was so pathetic it made you hurt inside. Grey Gardens is the name of the estate Big Edie and Little Edie, aunt and niece of Jackie O, live at. They begin the movie full of life and spunk, though often they don't make a lot of sense. Little Edie, especially, is so quirky its almost hard to believe she could be a real character. Drew is somehow luminous despite Little Edie's insanity, and plays her character phenomenally.

The ladies are painful to watch. They're blind, silly women, and half of me was furious with them. But on the other hand...somehow...on the other hand, they are so original. Maybe it was their love for music, or their ridiculous flamboyant outfits. You can't hep but care about them.

Its a crumbling story that follows Big and Little Edie as their lives absolutely disintegrate. Nothing ever really happens- in fact, most of the movie they stay hidden away in Grey Gardens as it turns into a hell hole. They are stuck in the past, stuck with their hurts, and not even sure how to honestly help each other. Big Edie's cheating husband separates from her, and Little Edie cannot find a man she loves more than she loves dancing (which, by the way, she is sadly and sweetly horrible at). As they both go into old age, eccentric is really the only way to describe them.

Three things make this movie fascinating: One, it is a true story, based on all events of these women's lives and a documentary made about them. If it had not been real, it would have been ridiculous. But the fact that it was real made it heartwrenching. Two, the music is tender and old fashioned and whimsical. I absolutely loved the soundtrack-it was so emotional, and so fitting. Some of the best scenes are Big Edie singing, and begging Little Edie to "soft shoe." Finally, I loved the crazy bravery of Little Edie. Her facial espressions, movements, talking voice, ideas, outfits-everything was just a little off. It was captivating.

Its over, and I still can't tell you if I loved it or hated it. But watch it- i promise its strangely moving, and it'll give you plenty to think about, and some sweet melodies.

Single

I hate to be alone. I really do. I hate to admit it, because I feel like any self-respecting gypsy would love to be alone, and I hate to admit I'm not a gypsy. But I really don't like it. A feeling of weird emptiness gets into me, I get a bit frantic. I can't settle my mind when I'm alone, it flies all over the place.

I get inspired with a million ideas I can't do by myself, and find something to stop me from anyting i could attempt to do alone..

I'm alone right now, and as usual, perfectly lost. I've cleaned my room, checked Facebook and The Sartorialist, then went to play guitar (excuse to avoid: no tuner), then to go sew (excuse to avoid: sewing scissors missing). I'm tempted to actually go watch TV, which I've prolly only done two or three times in my life, just because I need the company of a voice.

I'm not sure what that says about me, but I'm sure its not good. Everyone needs resources inside themselves. Its good to enjoy your own company. What if I just don't like myself enough to want to be alone with my thoughts? They're too spattered and foolish, and I get discouraged. For me to like being alone, my thoughts would actually have to mean something. Or I would need to be creating- if I'm creating, its okay. My creation-in music or rhyme or art-will keep me company and make me feel worthwhile. But my creating spurts are getting less and less...in fact, they're downright scarce now.

What's left is this outside of me- pretty big eyes I've made up so when I pass a mirror I can like myself, messy hair, a sense of helplessness at seconds slipping away, a talk with Mark in the back of my mind, some slice of a song that I decided I really like, a compulsive urge to look through haute couture lookbooks, and an empty house. I don't like it.

Song of the Day

Carried Away

by

Marc Scibilia

As Marc is local to Nashville, I doubt anyone has heard of him before. I was introduced to Marc through a friend who knew the guy who directed this music video, Julian Smith. He's got a Bob Dylan feel to him with his easy going lyrics and wild hair.

My friend says she's gonna marry him...that'd be fine with me! He's lovely. This video is almost as cute as the song itself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAZ4ze8mvws