her special civilain service should die.

So i went to bed really really really late last night, i mean we're talking around 3:30. and because of that i woke up about an hour and a half later than i wanted. causing me to miss my church. so i did some quick thinking and decided to go to church with trevor at his college ward. easy as that. so i was on my way to the church at about 10:40. it's a beautiful morning, i had stars playing on my stereo. i was feeling pretty good when all of a sudden the massive silver truck next to me honks twice. i look over and it's this fake blonde hair lady with sunglasses on. at first i thought i knew her and she was just being funny but then i realized she's flailing her hands as if she was imitating texting and i see her mouth "DONT' TEXT WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING!" i have zero idea how i was reacting to her up until that point (i actually think i was smiling like an idiot, i might have waved) but i do know once i caught on to her little charade i was pissed. my smile dropped and i looked straight ahead as she drove on.
k first of all let me say this, i was not texting when this happened. i was merely holding my phone in my right hand on the steering wheel. so lets say that again; both of my hands were on the wheel. i was looking straight ahead, zero swirving, i wasn't even speeding for crying out loud! how did she know i didn't just have my phone on speaker and i was talking with my great grandma hector about her poppie garden?
that lady could have caused a few wrecks with her special civilain service by causing two drivers to take their eyes off the wheel. it wasn't until i was distracted by her that i started swirving into her lane. honestly, she ruined my entire church experience for me.
oh and the best part is she sped up after getting after me to switch into my lane causing us to be lane buddies at the next red light.
most awkward driving experience of my life.

Maria's Infinite Playlist... I wish.

So I saw Nick and Nora's Infinite Play List tonight. Have you ever seen a movie that gets you so wrapped up in the story line that you find yourself making a mental note on how to alter your current life to mimic that movie? I have. A lot actually.

I remember the first time I saw The Count Of Monte Cristo. I was wrapped up in that movie for weeks. Although, I don't recall trying to alter myself to fit Edmond's charactor... ok so maybe this example doesn't fit. But still, this happens to me. And not just over movies, over books too.

I remember the first time i read Towers of Brierly (it's a sappy mormon love story book, I don't recommend it to any of you who are above sixth grade and have surpassed aspiring to acquire a fairy tale romance) I wanted to move to Ireland, find me a Gavin and frolic in the moors with his handicap older sister Effie.

Aaaanyway... this happened to me again tonight. I want to be Nora. I want to have the long crazy wavy dark hair. I want to wear wet eyeliner and red lipstick. I want the perfectly straight teeth and the odd, almost pretty face. I want to be a good best friend again, one who will treaten to beat up three gay guys if they harm my friend. Plus it wouldn't hurt to have a famous dad, like she does.

Yeah I've just realized this is a pointless, self centered post. Apologies. But I couldn't help myself... I need to say these things.

Number of times the word "I" appeared in this blog: 18. Including the one on this line.

Oh p.s. I'm going to be dying my hair dark this week aaand I(now 20 "I"s... 21) don't want you guys to think it's because of this movie. I've (22) actually been planning to dye it for a while now. Just so you know...


oh and p.p.s. the movie wasn't that amazing... i just got really fond of the idea of running around new york as a famous girl with my music soul mate.

sunset to night.

I take a seat on the warm concrete steps
And easily make friends with the insects
I plan to sit a while.
Slowly I give her my cue, I smile.
As I raise my chin to the sky
My soul separates and alleviates
As my sins float up. They fly.

Close your eyes, she whispers
She takes my hands within hers
And drains the poison of my tips.
Out them all the angry poison slips
Erased by the cooling, colourful sky.

Dancing in freedom, my errors
Swirling into place, the terrors
Create paths of breathtaking light
Purples and reds so bright
They paint so perfect. so right.

Making beauty of hate, making love of mistakes
How is it they know the magic of the sky?
Ask as much as you want, my child,
You were never meant to know why.

blue eyes.

There was a girl behind the glass
She caught my attention as I passed.
She was beautiful by man's definition
But in her face, something was missing.
Her pale blue eyes searched my soul.
Fighting to keep my emotions in control,
I looked away for only a second
but those heavy eyes called me. They beckoned.
Turning back I saw it all,
Her eyes held every pain, every fall.
I'd never seen so much ache,
In such a purely startled gaze
Those worn out eyes witnessed their wars
But the hurt was locked behind her lidded doors.
I wondered what could have caused that stare.
The girl's eyes behind the glass knew i was all too aware
And as she slowly started to cry
I felt wet below my eye
She started whispering something I didn't want to hear,
So I turned my back and walked away from the mirror.

perma-bruised

This is the girl who never learns
She waits in line and takes her turns
For rides she knows will do her harm
Will snap her neck and break her arm
And as this horrific scene plays out
As her mother screams and shouts
The little girl waits, smiles, and stays
These terrible tricks become her ways
And when these rides finally end
The little girl will try to mend
The broken snapped and torn parts
But they've worn her broken heart
The little girl forever old and used
Her flawless skin, perma-bruised
she now mans those ruining rides
And if you look her in the eyes
She captures you to wait your turn
So she can laugh as you never learn