Book Face

Welp. I did it.

Facebook is deleted and gone (until I reactivate by signing in again)

I decided to consider deleting it last night when I was asked by multiple people

"So what'd you do today?"

Uhhhh..... Wasted time on facebook??? Like... hours.

I never considered myself that person before. I had facebook to keep in contact with people and that was it. Till the past probably 2 months. The past two months I've spent more time on facebook than outside. I've gotten bugged by statuses, gossiped about relationship statuses, and annoyed that my boyfriend hasn't changed his profile picture.

I'm done.

I'm not that person.

I'll reactivate it when I get my life under control again.

See ya soon. If not... I'm sure you know my number.

Bohemian Rhapsody

Just a little muppet lovin.

Grizzly Bear

My faithful readers:

For the past three weeks I've been dating a Grizzly Bear.

I've begged and begged him to grow a beard, and bi-golly he grew a mighty one. He complained multiple times about it being itchy, then I'd give him puppy dog eyes and say "please don't shave yet." Finally it became too much and he said he HAD TO SHAVE, so I struck a deal with him: One cute picture of us with the beard.

This is the best we could do with both being so tired today:

He's been a really good sport through the whole thing, so why wouldn't he be during the fun part? The shaving! So, for your entertainment I present to you: The Many Sides of Paul.

I call this look the "middle-aged-9to5-blue-collar-work-horse"

This next one is the "He-looks-creepy-but-is-actually-a-nice-guy" look.

Which, when paired with a blond girl, apparently looks like the "strange-couple-who-owns-a-day-care"

This is the "guy-that-makes-you-think-twice-about-going-clubbing." Or at least should.

...but his feelings are just so deep...

This is the guy you wanna punch in the face. He's the one who has full potential to be nice, but for some reason is just so overly proud in his soul patch that he's difficult to talk to.

This.... is the "I'm-done-being-told-what-to-do"

As much as I'll miss the beard, it was fun getting a "clean-shave-kiss"

But really...

......I'm gonna miss the Grizzly Bear.....

Beans

WARNING: venting takes place throughout the post and may not be suited for those I'm talking about. "Don't Spill the Beans"

We've all heard that phrase, many of us I'm sure have used it. I want to talk about it, if you want to listen, continue reading.

To get a flawless definition I decided to start this off by telling you that the Urban Dictionary defines "Spill the Beans" as:

1. To give something away; to tell secret information.

2. To tell somebody the truth. Or the act of telling someone private information.

I want to focus on the "telling someone private information" part.

"Private information" implies that there is a reason it is not worn on one's sleeve, and that there are reasons why it is not posted on facebook, blogged about, or discussed in the lounge. It suggests there is an "emotional weight" to it.

You don't always know how many "beans" someone has, but just know, if you have any, they probably have more than you would ever imagine. And as I've learned, the less you know about "bad, sad or hard" things in someones life, the more heart breaking stories they actually have.

Here is why I'm saying all this:

I have been around a few people in my life who will sit across from me and claim that I "do not understand." That there is no way someone like me could understand what their talking about. They will call me un-experienced, naive, and overly protected. Most of them, I'm assuming, base it on my smile, blonde hair, blue eyes, and CTR ring.

Moments like this most of the time roll off like nothing. I can walk away, almost feeling sorry for them. I find myself sarcastically thinking "that must be hard knowing everything about every one's life."

But every now and then I find myself attempting to keep the steam coming out of my ears hidden. I find myself fighting the urge to not simply "spill the beans" but grab the glass that they're in and throw the entire bottle at the person as hard as I can. A very anger filled way of saying:

"Let me show you how much I understand."

Next Generation

....I miss my mom....

Fav Five

"What's your top five?"

This question is one I ask on a regular basis. I expect people to have opinions on the music they listen to. I expect people to have passion, to some degree, to one of the greatest driving forces of our existence.

Yet, I have a hard time answering that question. I have a hard time Narrowing it down to simply five artists that I love. But, while having this conversation with a gentleman at work, I realized, I have 5 very distinct categories, with very specific artist under each. So, to my faithful readers, here it is.

My TOP FIVE.Each category is stated, explained, then the artists are listed in order of favorite within the group.

NUMB#R 1

THE GREATS:

These are the most influential artists of the 20th century. They "did it first." And quite frankly, did it best. These are the ones who understood who they were enough, to appeal to everyone, in every situation, in any mood, at least through one song. They are the writers of easily the greatest pieces of work during their rein. They are the owners of most of my "all time favorite songs."

They are:

Led Zeppelin.

The Beatles.

NUMB#R 2

THE CLASSICS:

These are the men that ignite the day dreams. That inspire the colorful wishes of "better." That make you disregard what is wrong, and change everything for good. These are they that your shaped your in-curable-ly-optimistic-grandmother. Even their saddest song can brighten your clouded skies.

They are:

Nat King Cole.

Tony Bennett

Ludwig Van Beethoven.

NUMB#R 3

THE BEARDS:

These are the Shakespeare's with guitars. They are the men who are consumed with doubts, fears, and regrets. And at times, unspeakable joy. They miss "how it was supposed to be" and the "one that got away." They are realistically lost, and relate-ibly confused. They experienced their lives head on, not hiding from a single painful lesson, and reflected on it. They grown beards, write music, and touch hearts.

They are:

William Fitzsimmons

Damien Rice

Joe Purdy

Ray Lamontange

NUMB#R 4

THE PUNK ROCKERS:

These are the guys that you blast in your car alone. They're who you turn to when your heart is racing, and your voice is aching to scream out. They remind you what your middle finger is for, that you're better off, and how to ask a question. They can write the perfect song for when your blood is boiling, or the sweetest song for when you're in love. They make you take a double look at your surroundings, while simultaneously helping you improve your sweet air guitar or dashboard drumming. They sing the saddest songs that make you rock, and cry the tender ones acoustically.

They are:

Motion City Soundtrack

Brand New

Fall Out Boy

Anberlin

A Thorn for Every Heart

NUMB#R 5

THE CURIOUS OBSESSION:

They are the ones you admit to owning all of their albums, only after present company has confessed to liking them. They are the ones you can't let go of, even when you know they have absolutely no true musical talent (that statement does not apply to all). You can't change the station while they're playing, yet change it as fast as you can as soon as the song is over. You can't get enough of them, when you can't stand most of their genre. You find yourself looking up, not just their music, but the latest blurbs about them on the Internet. They're the ones to put on your ipod while running, but won't turn it up loud enough for others to hear. They inspire the hair-brush-booty-shaking-lip-syncing-dancing-around-the-house moments of inexplicable joy. They are those that you can't explain the love, but just know you can't leave.

They are:

Britney Spears

Ace of Base

Garth Brooks

Journey

P. Diddy

Kelly Clarkson

So there you have it. Those are the artists I love. Some easy to understand, and some, not. Even for me. But, they're all great, and I love all of them.

Old Man, Piano, Bow Tie

I bought a new album off itunes. it's like 120 piano solos.

I'm absolutely in love with the piano. and this is my newest favorite song.