Saturday, July 30, 2011

Soul Sister

I lovelovelove Patsy Cline. And I love listening to and singing along with her music, particularly in the morning or while driving. She gets me. (Plus her outfits are beyond fabulous.)

I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted,
and then someday you'd leave me for somebody new.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Love Is A Losing Game

I understand that Amy Winehouse had a lot of problems. She drank heavily and did drugs, she was belligerent, she was an addict. And I understand that there are a myriad of ugly things happening around the world that we should be concerned about and that something like a celebrity death may seem trivial in comparison. I understand all that. But I don't give a damn. She was one of my all-time favorite singers...I can't describe how much her music has meant to me. And despite her problems, she did NOT deserve to die. No one deserves that. I'm sick of hearing shit like that, how "if you play with fire you'll get burnt," "she shouldn't have said no to rehab, heh heh heh" and so on. This is like my Kurt Cobain, and I don't feel bad about grieving for her. I loved her music. Her voice and her lyrics helped me through a whole lot, and I'm so sad that she'll never release another incredible album. Rest in Peace, crazy girl. I love you.

My Favorite Amy Songs:

Friday, July 22, 2011

Not much to say lately.

"I'm on the edge of something final we call life tonight."

Saturday, July 9, 2011

A Hollowed-Out Shell

Living in the dorms, the UA Student Union, my friends who don't live in AZ, theater, choreographing shows, choreographing contemporary work, Todd's class, my TDC friends, Chocolate Iguana, 4th Avenue, studying foreign languages, Beyond Bread, the "Brilliance" gang, high school, being a theater groupie, Ms. Oden's class, stealing popcorn and soda from Govern, star parties, Winterhaven, living with Justine and Wendy, having a big room, TV on DVD marathons with Kay, The Loft, The Providence Institute, being thinner, Prom and other excuses to wear a fancy gown, the darkroom at Tucson High, being a senior, my 18th birthday (best ever), going on aimless drives with Derek, breaking bottles at Gates Pass, driving around in the Hammer yelling at sorority girls and frat guys, always having friends being a phone call or a walk away, Dr. Soren's classes, being healthy (or at least kind of healthy), scar-less arms and legs, talking to Steve.


"That's an impossibility. Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility."
--Pulp Fiction