10 more things.

so, after i did my 25 things on facebook, i realized they weren't really that important. they didn't really teach you anything more about me. so these are 10 more in-depth random things.

1. when i was younger, my mom used to sign my brother and i up for the most random classes. rollerskating, cake decorating, diving, and intense swimming classes. diving was probably the worst experience of my life.

2. as much as i try not to, what people say about me really affects me. my feelings get hurt so easily and i almost start crying. i really am trying not to care, but everytime it just hits something deep inside that just like hurts my entire self.

3. i really really do hate school. like A LOT. i do the work and i get good grades, but i hate every second of it. i truly would not want to go to college if i didn't have to.

4. the thought of deciding the rest of my life in less than a year scares me so much.

5. the fact that i don't have a boyfriend makes me more depressed than you could possibly imagine. sometimes, i just drive around in my car and cry while listening to taylor swift. i really want that one person i can call and talk to all the time, and willingly wants to talk and be with me. see, i'm starting to cry just thinking about it.

6. i'm way too emotional. i cry over everything. literally, EVERYTHING.

there's only 6 i could think of. i just finished watching the bachelor. good bye.

happiness is unpredictable

Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good

Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
‘Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks

Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that’s probably enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar

Happiness is like the old man told me
Look for it, but you’ll never find it all
But let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day, wake up and she’ll be home
Home, home, home.

Happiness - The Fray

and now I don't feel so alone..

we were attracted to the life for a reason.
we sing the songs of rebellion
and raise our fists against it all.
we chant slogans and read books
and find music in opposition.
in protest of a life we dont want.
a refusal of common and boring.
our dissent boils over with middle fingers and blue hair.
because fuck them, right?
they
dont get it.
they dont see what we see.
they dont live the lives we do.
no one understands
but those singers and those with the heart to hold
the protest signs. and thats fine.
better than fine...but why?
for what?
be different. be weird. be unique. be gay. be free. be fucked.
coloryour hair. rip your clothes. tattoos your skin.
read books your parents
told you not to. watch documentaries. listen to artists.
love who you want. stand for a cause. raise your voice. oppose the haters. speak up.
but remember why you do it.
if you have green hair and you dont know why, fuck you.
if you sing along to the rally song for the hook, fuck you.
if you pick up a cause and dont know why, fuck you.
if you tour the country in a broken van and dont see the beauty in 3am gas station dinners, dont do it.
i dont know your inspiration, i only know mine.
this scene. this culture. this community...is a parachute, not a destination.
it's a scope for your high-powered rifle of splendor and wonderment.
thereis supposed to be a purpose behind all of this.
not all that DIY/punk ethos im always talking your ear off about...but about building a
better life for yourself. we are attracted to this for a reason.
in the beginning it all seems so clear but after time, tends to lose
its luster. the image gets smudged by back-stabbing, scene points, who
got to the barricade first, list spots, message board drama,
backstage passes and name dropping.
dont you remember why you wanted this?
when it was more than music.
when it was a fight. and not a fight
against your parents and the kids at school or even the popular radio
dance crap you hear day in and day out, when it was about a realfight...the fight to save yourself from yourself.
see, this isn't about that hot and sweaty feeling of being smashed in a sea of a
thousand people or dressing up for the show on friday or throwing
elbows at the dude who is sweating all up on your back or winking at
the bass player or impressing boys or girls or bands or security guards
or getting on tour busses...its about being alone in your room with headphones on and feeling it so hard it brings tears to your eyes.
its about driving home alone at night and screaming at the top of yourlungs to words that at that moment in the world, only you understand.
its about not being scared anymore.
its about the refusal to sit on a couch and rot.
its about forcing yourself out the door to be productive.
and its about wanting to live so hard you just know you're going to shred this world or go out trying.
while you're off playing 'punk' or whatever it is your crazy kids do these day, remember one thing...this is not here by accident.
groups of people across this world make this
possible because a few groups of people before them had a crazy idea
that life is ours for the taking and we get to paint it any fucking
color we like because its the only one we got and we need to make the
best of it.
to make it fun.
so that one day, we can learn to have fun and smile when it snows and get excited to pass on the secret we learned about life.
thats its not about playing things safe, because safe fun is for retards in bike helmets and knee pads.
real fun is in the adventure of the leap from the stage to the crowd.
and real living is in the faith of knowing someone will catch you.
because you would for them.
-christopher gutierrez

happiness

the fray's new cd is freaking AMAZING.
it comes out next week but VH1 was streaming it today.
their music always has a way to speak to me
the fray is basically the only music that's calm enough for me to fall asleep too.
that's maybe why i love it haha

anywho,
i went home sick today because i'm getting a cold :/
i'll go to school tmr though because it's that all schools mass
and i really like my outfit haha
i just finished watching rock of love bus. gooooood show.. skyeee.

but yea, i just needed to write something.
check out my photo blog- wallflower-t.tumblr.com

Taylor

so, about my fanfics.

So, yeaaa. About my fanfics.. I really don't think I'm ever going to finish them. I just get this bad vibe about them now. And I just really don't feel like ever finishing them. So, I'm gonna take the time now to write a summary for all the stories on how they were suppose to end. It will probably give me the closure I need. So, here we go....

We Weren't Crazy - So yea I know I only needed to write one more chapter, but I don't think I can do it. Anywho, the story ends with Nick standing Casey up because he's leaving for LA.. for good. Casey decides to run to Nick's house -in the pouring down rain of course- just as their car is leaving. Big Rob stops the car as they see her behind them, asking Nick if he wants to say goodbye, but Nick says no. Casey is left standing in the rain, watching Nick walk right out of her life. Sad, I know -get over it. The song Jasey Rae by All Time Low was my complete inspiration. Listen to it. It fits perfectly. Haha. Oh, and the original inspiration came from the song We Weren't Crazy by Josh Gracin. Listen to that too. Okay, that one's over. On to the next one..

Cross My Heart - Kiera and Joe. So cute. I really liked writing about them. Joe is so fun to write about. Anyways, I was always confused about where I was taking this story. I still don't know how it would have ended. I think maybe Joe would have been way more into the relationship because Kiera was different that other girls he had been with -someone who actually got him and made him truly happy. Kiera, on the other hand probably would have been less trustworthy of Joe because she didn't really know how well she could trust him. And being Joe Jonas, he's got to have a reputation. Haha. But the Joe shows Kiera how much she truly means to him and she opens up, finally letting her full feelings for him out. Yadda Yadda. Mush Mush. Kissy Kissy. Just another love story. Haha. And the "cross my heart" part of it would have been in there as what Joe and Kiera said to each other about everything.. "Pinky promise.. Cross my heart." My friend and her boyfriend do it. It's kind of annoying but still cute haha. And both The Rocket Summer and Nevertheless's songs named Cross My Heart would have worked. I made it so kind of fit both.

Moment of Truth - Okay, so I only wrote like two chapters of this. But I truly did love it. I was so excited to write about it, I just didn't know how. I got inspiration for this from another site's story and Secret Life of an American Teenager. Ha ha -I actually hate that show a lottt. But I liked a part of it. Okay, So Nick gets an intense scholarship to Penn State -or was it Pitt? IDK. Haha. One of those two. And Lindsey, Nick's girlfriend, gets all selfish and doesn't really want Nick to go. They've been together for a long time and she just doesn't want him to leave her in the blink of an eye. She gets this idea of a way to keep Nick hers and so he'll never leave her -get pregnant. woah! shocker right? Haha. Yes, Lindsey is purposely going to get pregnant from Nick Jonas. She figures that if they have a baby together, Nick won't go to college and they'll become the happy little family she's always dreamed. Psychee, like I was going to let that happen. No. Nick would eventually find out and get pissssed the fuck off and leave Lindsey and the baby. That's all I had thought of. I hope Nick really wouldn't do that in real life.. Haha. I had no inspirational song for this.. Sigh.. Haha.


So, those were the endings of all my unfinished fanfics. I know I'll get ideas for one shots and I'll post them here. So get ready. I've had a Jaylor one shot up my sleeve for a while now. Perhaps, I'll get the chance to finish it tomorrow, if we have a snow day.. I'll cross my fingers.

I have a killer headache and I have a shit load of stuff to do. Puck you, missss. I want to watch more Summer Heights High.. and Entourage.

Later haterssss,
-Taylor

and so another week begins..

So, it's Sunday. And of course, I waited to do my homework until the last minute. I'm taking a 'break' from my spanish homework to type out a new blog.

My boys, the Steelers, are totally dominating the chargers right now. I only got to see the first half fully because I was forced by my demanding brother to pick him up from his girlfriend's house. Wtf, mate? But we went to Sonic after. Ah, good ole' Americana food. Gotta love it. We came home to a whole buffett of Chinese food. Two cultures in one night -I'm a happy camper.

I started making bracelets yesterday during my day long Entourage marathon. I made a black hemp bracelet then a bracelet that says 'guilty pleasure' and 'fearless'. I plan on making more tonight during the Golden Globes. I'm only watching to get ideas for prom dresses haha.

Speaking of Prom, it's been a much discussed topic between my friends and I lately. We're all wondering who we'll go with, what dress we'll wear and most importantly -if it will be fun. I'm almost positive it will, because the junior and senior classes are really close. We almost have all our parties together. So having a dance with just us should be nice.

I'm really curious about who I'll go with, to be honest. I don't really like anyone right now, I'm just basically flirting with everyone haha. It's fun. I want someone to like me for once -without me caring so much.

Well I better finish my Spanish. Perhaps I'll go downstairs and watch the game with my family and the Rosairs while doing my homework. Bahah.

FYI, I'm wearing my Polomolu jersey. I got it for Christmas. It's pretty much kickass. Checkk it.

- Taylor

thinking..

I need to figure out things in my life.
my friends. school. family. boys. everything.

I need to stop caring about what people think.
and do things for myself.
I need to follow what I believe.

I need to start doing this NOW.