Metal

Yesterday- Paul McCartney (The Beatles)

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.

Now it looks as though they're here to stay.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I'm half the [girl] I used to be,

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh yesterday, came suddenly.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Parkhoppah!

This weekend I went to the one land that makes me feel at a pure contentment and peace-- Disney World. I love everything about it. I took an embarrassing amount of pictures, but without over-loading one post, here are what I consider to be either 'the best' or just my favorite eight.

(Here's my flickr, where I will be uploading all of them, if you'd like to see: flickr.com/photos/suburbanpoppy)

Day 1:

Day 2:

The one thing that does make me sad about Disney, is that because I am so unendingly happy there, when I return to a place that has never successfully held the title of 'home' inside me, saying it's disappointing is placing it mildly. Just knowing those bubbly feelings and having strangers always smiling at you is a one-place deal, you wonder, I suppose. I don't feel as though I deserve to feel down when I am fortunate enough to be able to even go on vacations such as these, but it does make me wish every place could be as happy and lovely as Disney. I need not mope, though, when it's all a matter of perspective any way.

Victor and Victoria

Our school's GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) threw a Victor/Victoria party. This entails girls dressing as boys, and boys dressing as girls. It was a very calm party, where we all played Apples to Apples, ate snacks, watched Rocky Horror and even danced a bit. The homemade cookie cakes were great, the company even better. It allowed me to see that there are parties that kids can have with out becoming completely wasted and shit-faced, and still have a wonderful time. I really enjoy my nights like these.

Official Bro-name: Emilio

I'm so lucky-lucky

I'm challenging myself. It's what I need. When all I see and feel is your vibe intermingling with my own, how can I remain so lackadaisical? It'd be an insult.
While my apple repeals a chemical imbalance, the vanity being blanketed in soot and grey, wafty rabbits remains in a lonesome storage shed in an urban land. My back must stiffen and my eyes need to wake up. As do my fingers, tongue, lips and lungs. Instruments cannot play with no attached talent, you know.

Imperialism

of Montreal - Wraith Pinned to the Mist

Let's have bizarre celebrations
Let's forget who forget what forget where
We'll have bizarre celebrations
I'll play the satyr in Cyprus
You the bride being stripped bare

Maybe I'll never die
I'll just keep growing younger with you
And you'll grow younger too
Now it seems too lovely to be true
But I know the best things always do

Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica

TeBella

Seeing that I have my first copy rough draft deadline tomorrow, three make-up tests, and a DBQ to complete, it was nice to walk around a bit more of a foreign neighborhood today. One of my dearest friends and I went to a tea and curio shop in Davis Islands. Everything there is so quaint and sweet, it helped relaxed my nerves. School is supposed to be winding down this time of year, not escalating and burying me in mundane assignments that will never benefit me in the future. Alas, I sit here and spend my time on the computer rather than completing my assignments. Ta-ta.

Madam

Oh Mondays. I don't think there's anything wrong with them in particular, but I do believe that people's general mind set towards them affects it more than it really ought. Currently, I'm up to my jugular in homework. Not to mention that I have to rehearse my music for MPA's on Saturday, complete a copy for the Baccalaureate page, and study up on how to correctly write a DBQ. With my flute being temperamental, my lips dry, my palms clammy and my heart on the edge, all I want is tea and a good Natalie Portman film. I have to be a big girl now, and do what I need to do. While some lie in hospital beds, and others get involved in petty online arguments, I sit here and fantasize over macaroons and Nintendo DS's. Get going.

La La (means I love you)

When I am by myself, I read so much in books, listen to and watch so much on the internet or television, and think about everything in great dexterity, that I forget how no sounds have been made. None have for the entirety of my solitude. I am alone, and I am silent.

Perception plays a large part in this, as well. Perhaps I'm too preoccupied with far more important happenings than to be bothered by company or noise. Scattered.

This weekend I did indulge myself on watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I can't lie and say that I'm not completely in love. I've watched 'Sweet Transvestite' at least 20 times over since Friday night. I can't get enough of Frank 'N Furter.

While everything seems so vacant and abysmal, I must remember that as I sit here eating my cheap oriental dish, reminiscing about the doctor's lovely face, and thinking about Michael Jackson's old rendition of the Beatle's 'Come Together', I realise that it's okay. That I just need to relax, get done what needs to get done, and be content.

Rosin

My first symphonic performance is tomorrow night. It goes with out saying that I'm completely nervous. There are even going to be official judges, a professional college band, and crap loads of parentals. I wont venture to say that it's going to be a busy night, only because this is my first. Regardless, to me it will be big. My dress arrived on Monday, was tailored yesterday, and is just long enough to allow me to wear black Toms and slip them off during the performance.
I'm alright.