Tuesday, September 15, 2009


This is a song I wrote today. It's very random, F.Y.I.

She was a young girl
Butterfly wings sprouted from her back
Her golden hair she brushed
And it seemed like she gave off purple pixie-dust
Spinning around
Was a silver crown
It flew away and
I'm afraid I will never see it again

Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

A candle looked me in the eye
It whispered in my ear, so gently
"I will show you something beautiful
I f you dare to be different
The world around you pays no heed to
Doesn't want to listen to
Never even knows of

Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

The cupcake asked me if I would like some tea
The unicorn swiftly carried me
Across a meadow filled with fairies
You may say it's just mere foolishness
But you don't know a thing
Because you have no
You have no
Oh you have no

Oh it surrounds me
all my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Fluent Random

So I've been running out of ideas to blog about, but Heather told me to say something I pointed out to her today: Have you ever realized that when you take the "R" out of friend, it becomes "fiend"? Yeah, big difference, huh? "She's a good friend" can easily turn into "She's a good fiend".
Sarah Theiss got in trouble with Desi a couple days ago. Desi was saying something cute, so Sarah told her how cute she was. Desi turned to her and said, "I am not cute, I am getting bigger, I'm the princess and I'm BEAUTIFUL!" So we just kinda backed away from the dramatic three-year-old. Sarah hasn't called her cute since.
Do realize how many people have died at Disneyland? Sorry, just a random thought.
Do you want to hear a story? Well, you will anyways......
Brenda and Terry are going out for the evening. The last thing they do is put their cat out.
The taxi arrives, and as the couple walk out of the house, the cat scoots back in.
Terry returns inside to chase it out. Brenda, not wanting it known that the house would be empty, explains to the taxi driver, 'My husband is just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.'
Several minutes later, an exhausted Terry arrives and climbs back into the taxi saying, 'Sorry I took so long, the stupid idiot was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger several times before I could get her to come out!'

And some funny signs...

The $200 fine is a bit steep - under the circumstances...

Whoa. Scary.
A funny sign. Unless you're a cockroach.
Don't even try to steal from this store. You'll be hanged, drawn, and quartered.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Marvelous Things

Sorry, it's been mostly songs lately, but I haven't had time to think of anything good to blog about, so here's another song. Marvelous Things by Eisley. Great Band. Great song. That is, if you love pure randomness.

I woke the dawn, saw horses growing out the lawn
I glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
Oh what marvelous things

Dark night
Hold tight
And sleep tight, my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely

I followed a rabbit through rows of mermaid entwined shrubbery
Oh what marvelous things but they are
They are
They are giving me the creeps

Dark night
Hold tight
and sleep tight my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely

Oh....lying in the sun
Everyfay feeling all the magic of life
You might find the wonder

Monday, June 29, 2009

American Dream by Switchfoot

When success is equated with excess
The ambition for excess wrecks us
As top of the mind becomes the bottom line
When success is equated with excess
If your time ain't been nothing but money
I start to feel really bad for you, honey
Maybe honey, put your money where your mouth's been running
If your time ain't been nothing but money
I want out of this machine
It doesn't feel like freedom
This ain't my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I'm tired of fighting for just me
This ain't my American dream
When success is equated with excess
When you're fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus
As the heart and soul breath in the company goals
Where success is equated with excess
I want out of this machine
It doesn't feel like freedom
'Cause baby's always talkin' 'bout a ring
And talk has always been the cheapest thing
Is it true would you do what I want you to
If I show up with the right amount of bling?
Like a puppet on a monetary string
Maybe we've been caught singing
Red, white, blue, and green
But that ain't my America,
That ain't my American dream

Thursday, June 11, 2009


When I'm sitting at a table at a coffee shop in Barnes and Noble's, I like to draw on napkins. Well, at least, that's what I did when I went with Ana Sunday afternoon. Her mom was supposed to pick us up, and we waited.... and waited.... and got bored. So we drew on napkins. Here is some of our artwork (Sharpie is mine, pen is Ana's):

And here's one I made for all you photographers out there:

Yes, I do. Shhhh, don't tell anyone! I'm too young to go to prison!

Oh! Then Ana and I left the book store and went to sit at a table in front of Chipotle. Because, apparently, her mom was on her way (which, as we found out an hour later, wasn't true). We were just sitting there, singing, not really taking notice of the table next to us. At that table, there was a group of mabye six people, all wearing bright green and bright yellow. One guy had a yellow shirt with a green scarf, one had a green shirt and intense green eyes, one lady had a green sweater with yellow earrings, etc. You get the picture. They were all leaning over their table. Every few minutes, someone new would walk up (wearing green and yellow, of course) and be greeted and welcome by the rest. Every once and a while, one would walk away from the group and begin talking in low tones on a cell phone. More people came. And more. Soon there were at least fifteen people, and they had surrounded our table as well by this time. And get this: they all looked Arabic or Persian (Hey, I'm not racist, I'm Arabic myself). So Ana and I took to calling them the Persian Terrorists. Soon, they all split up and left in different directions. They're gone, right? Not. Soon they began to pass us seperately or in pairs. After much discussion, Ana and I came to the conclusion that they were spies and we had come too close to discovering their secret, so now they were following us. Then, as they began to regroup at their table again, Ana'a mom finally came, and we ran to the car, safe and alive. So be careful if you go to the Spectrum wearing green or yellow. They may think you're one of them. Or maybe you already are...

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Dream Car (I'll put a pic later)

Oh. My. Gosh. I was just at the Spectrum, and I went into the Concours store to see if my dream car was there. I took Ana, and she said, "Hey, doesn't that look like your dream car?" I hardly dared to hope. But we stepped inside, smelled the new car smell that wafted through the store, and walked toward the metallic red sports car spinning slowly on the wooden floor. As the sleek car spun towards me, I read the name. Yes, it was. The Saleen S7. Handmade in only two places in the world: Detroit and Irvine. Ever since I toured the Irvine Saleen factory two years ago, I have always dreamed of owning it. The first time I saw it, my mom asked the lady who worked there how much it was. "775 grand," the lady replied oh-so casually. Yeah. Like I'm getting that anytime soon. In my family we have what we call dream boards. It's a poster board with pictures of what we would like to have if God ever blessed us wtb anything. So yeah, that is SO on my dream board and I don't know if I will ever get it or not, but if I do, ........*angels sing* hallelujah... So for my next birthday...couchhintcoughcough.