Review: Eclipse Soundtrack

The Eclipse Soundtrack. It's a terrific soundtrack. Most of the songs on this soundtrack has this hard ass vibe that makes you want to throw on your leather jacket and throw your fist in the air, and take advantage of your youth. It has upbeat songs you'd just want to get up and dance to, music you'd want to listen to while sharing an intimate moment with a loved one, and music you'd simply want to cry to. The soundtrack has so many emotions thrown at you. The melodies and lyrics engulfs you and takes over you, and before you know it, you're sitting there wondering what you just did for the last hour and a half. I get a lost feeling -sometimes also a yearning- while listening to one of the songs off the album, and the feeling lingers until many hours later.

For a dancing song, I'd go with "Ours" by The Bravery. From the beginning to the end, the song gives you the influence of wanting to go out and get high off the idea that you're young and you're entitled to go party hard & make the best of it. The opening lyrics, "After tonight, who knows where we'll be tomorrow/What if we're never here again?" gets your attention quickly, and the songs lets you know that this time is OURS.

"Let's Get Lost" by Beck and the Bat for Lashes. The song that makes me want to take my lover by the hand and runaway. It influences you to come up with so many ideas and fantasies in your head. To just have a good time.

The song "My Love" by Sia is moving, touching, and always makes my heart heavy. The metronome that takes its time for the lyrics to seep in your thoughts... the way she sings it. I can't decipher the words due to her very loose pronunciation, and these qualities are what makes this song one of the best love songs I've heard in a long time. I always feel like I should be crying when this song comes on, just because I'm a sucker for love.

If you haven't heard the soundtrack yet, you should really change that. Even if you're not into the Twilight scene, these songs will move you. Isn't that a wonder? :)

Have fun you guys, and enjoy life.

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Making Summer Count; Day Four

Today, a lot happened. Some of it was really exciting, some was heart wrenching, and some? Some isn't even worth the tale.

This morning, I woke up to my mom bursting in my room to tell me to get up. She wanted to get to the DDS early to get my permit. This was an event I was VERY excited about... until I physically got in the car and my mom began driving. I was NOT prepared to take the test. I didn't feel like I studied enough, so I chickened out. I asked my mom to turn around and take me home. When we got home, I immediately turned to the computer for comfort. I began to play FreeCell like I usually do, and I began to chat with a friend, Semere. I told him about my fears of taking the test, and he comforted me that everyone get scared about tests. He said that I should just knock it out of the park, and that's what I ended up doing. After a few more hours of studying, distracting myself with Facebook and FreeCell, and posting a post to my blog, I went back to the DDS. I ended up passing my permit test. :) Moral of the story? It's ok to be nervous about the steps of life, but you can't let your fears hold you back from doing the things you want to do. So the next time there's a daring move you want to take, take it. :) You can do it. I have faith in you!

Before I posted this morning, I learned something new. The subject today was clouds! They're a beautiful thing, don't you think? In the sky idly floating along... There's a website called Learn Something New Everyday. I'm new to lsned.com. Today was my first day reading a post, and the most recent one was about clouds. It basically retaught me what I learned in 5th grade, but I needed it. I looked over past posts, and if I keep up with this site, I'll learn about Greek mythology, clowns, Einstein, and much more! I want to be quite the intellectual. :)

Today, I also learned that it is possible for me to not have a panic attack over a guy. I'm actually really hurt right now. There's this guy that I really liked. You've heard of him, Paul. I almost said aloud that I loved him. At my birthday party, he nibbled my ear, and I thought that gesture from him was really special. I felt really, really EPIC! But then I found out today that that wasn't special at all, because he was at a party Sunday, and at the party he was kissing up on one of my dearest, dearest friends, and when he was done with her, his ass crawled over to the other two girls there! UGH! So, I don't feel special at all. That was heart wrenching. I thought I meant something special to him... Guess not. Well, I won't be hurt over this for long, though. Why would I want a guy like that? Am I just saying that, though? If he puts out his hand, will I take it? These questions are hard to answer like this. Now isn't THAT a wonder?

C'est la Vie. Good Night. :)

Trouble with Eros Love? C'est la Vie.

I just finished reading a post on one of my friends' blog. Unfortunately, she is very sad at the fact that she's having trouble with Eros love.



Her post, "*SIGH*", taught me that there's four types of love. I wanted to do a little research, and I found more information on it. I didn't want to include Storge Love, because that one didn't seem to fit everything else I researched. You should look it up, though. It's always best to use more than one source.

1. Agape (pronounced a-GAH-pay): the ultimate, paternal, unconditional love, such as God's love for mankind. It is pure, innocent, and everlasting. It is said that Platonic Love leads up to Agape. "Platonic love is love from the neck up." --Thyra Smater Winsolow.


2. Philia: love that exists between close friends and siblings, such as Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love


3. Eros: the love you have for your spouse. It includes sexual desire.

For her, nine times out of ten, she prefers a boy outside her race. (As for me, I'm more of a 6 out of ten. Yes, I am Black, and dear Tanner James is White.) And that is fine. Our family and friends have accepted that, and if they haven't, they are being quiet about it. Also, if they weren't, it wouldn't make a difference. We'll be attracted to who we're attracted to. Fortunately, she realizes that she has plenty of Philia and Agape love, but she wants Eros love. I told her that it's going to be difficult for us to get into a relationship with a white guy. I've accepted that, but I can't say the same for dear her. It saddens me every time to think of HER being sad and stuff. It hurts me really bad. So, for everyone out there who is getting headaches, growing worrisome, or becoming quite depressed my your crush or significant other, I am sorry. Very, very sorry, but C'est la Vie (French for "This is Life.") You aren't alone. Talk to those people who show their Agape and Philia Love for you.

Speaking of guys, my Gran, my mom, and I were in Hobby Lobby. Our cashier, this really cute guy with blonde hair and stubble on his chin, had a flower in his front pocket. He was rocking a flannel shirt, skinny jeans, and the apron that the employees wore. So, it took a great deal of my courage to compliment him and his flower. The way he said thanks led me to believe he wasn't truly thankful, but it was fine with me. It wasn't like I'd see him again. So, I looked him up and down, and licked my lips because I was afraid they were chapping. He witnessed such when he looked back up to tell me that his girlfriend gave it to him. He continues with a story about how his old one wilted up, and so she bought him a replacement. That cut me. I mean, why did I have to know he had a girlfriend?

And then just thirty minutes ago, I was here about to burst out of my skin. There was this guy, Conrad, that I used to know in seventh grade. He's really hot and really ripped. I adored him. I talked about him everyday, and I journaled about him everyday. That's when my friends should have known that I was prone to obsessions. A couple of days ago, I found him on Facebook. I added him and we were just chatting, which made my smile ginormous. We talked about what schools we go to now and everything was just peachy. We aren't talking anymore, because he had to go. But wow... <3.>

Also thirty minutes ago, I was talking to this junior, John**. I don't like him or anything, but I know a lot of people who thinks he's really hot. It's actually really pathetic to see the girls all over him. I'm not going to lie. There were a couple of days that I spent a class peroiod talking to him and his friend, but that isn't because I like him. I was bored with everyone else, and everyone likes something fresh and new. Since I didn't want anyone getting ideas, I would leave and go talk to my other friends or something. He's attractive and stuff, sure; but I'm too broken right now when it comes to boys.

There was a guy, Paul**, who is actually John's younger brother, that I liked a lot since seventh grade. He doesn't know this, but in the first week of school this year, he broke my heart. Bad. And ever since then, my love life has been a wreck. I don't like Paul now, because I'm too attracted to Tanner, but that kind of hurt me to the point where I can't healthily like a guy. I mean think about it. Remember when I mentioned my obsession with dear Conrad? Same thing applies here for Tanner.

Like I said, "C'est la Vie."

Isn't that a wonder?

*To check out Kennedy's Blog: http://kennedyscloset.blogspot.com/

Other sources: http://www.iep.utm.edu/love/#SH2a, http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=1006022711082

Gedichte. Smiles. and Art Shows.

I take German for my language class. I've been taking it since fourth grade because it's required for the school that I went to. Why my classmates and I didn't take Spanish is still a mystery to me. Since Spanish is the second leading language in the United States, it would have made so much more sense for us to have taken Spanish. When will I go to Germany and try to have a conversation? But let's get off of that note.

In German class today, we read a Gedichte (poem) about a man who knew two women. One was insecure about herself and asked questions such as, "Are my eyes beautiful?" and "Am I the best dancer?" This went on, and the poet answered each question with, "Yes." Until she asked the very forward question, "Do you love me?". He didn't answer. The second lady, was completely different, and asked him questions such as, "Did you hear from your family?" When he answered "no", she became sad. She became happy when he told her that he wasn't lonely. The last line is, "She didn't ask if I loved her." Basically implying that he loved her.**

The thing about this poem, I'm afraid that I would be the first lady! I am a very insecure person, and in class, our German teacher, Frau Kelly, was explaining to us how that wasn't attractive at all. Which of course, only made my self esteem lower! And I sit next to this really hot guy, Travis***, and we're pals. We shared a book today in class, so we were really close. Every time I even thought about shifting closer, this wave came over me, and it was amazing! The only thing: I don't like him. "/ Yeah, I'm extremely attracted to his looks, and he's extremely friendly, but I have my eyes on a bigger prize.

Which brings us to another topic. Tanner James***. He is the most beautiful guy I think I've seen. EVER. (I hope my readers realize there's a difference between "beautiful" and "hot".) Today, he was walking around the cafeteria with a jar for the Malachi fund. When I tried to donate my dollar (unnoticed), it wouldn't fit! It wasn't folded enough times, so I had to set my things down, fold the dollar a couple more times, and force the dollar down. This whole time, my friend, Jazmin, asked how tall he was (6'4"). As we walked away, I turned around to get a final look at him, and he was SMILING at me! It was amazing! Almost as awesome as the very first smile he gave me, which (I must add) was so beautiful, that I shook with happiness and began to cry! (Not in his face, of course. Much too smooth for that.) This time I began to shake, and I teared up, and it was just amazing. ")

Tanner is an artsy guy. He's in Photography, and tonight there's an art show at my school. I really wish I was able to go. I'm pretty sure his art is going to be sold there. The only thing that's stopping me is stupid transportation issues. Sometimes I wish that I could walk everywhere. That everywhere I go was in walking distance. But as for now, it's OK. There will be other chances for me to hang out with him, right? I think that's just how you have to look at life. If one thing doesn't go your way, it's OK to be mad at the world when you first get bad news. That's exactly how I was. I stopped talking to my mom, my breath caught, and I couldn't understand why she didn't have sympathy for me. But after a while, you have to get over it. Her word was final, and I had to deal with it. Plus, it isn't like I had the cash to buy his art. I went holiday shopping this weekend. :) Isn't that a wonder?

**I translated all lines from the poem into English. Since it was German class, the story was in German.

*** Name change.