"What is at the top of your list? Write a list of ten things that make you feel any one certain emotion (anger, jealousy, wistfulness). Write about one or several items on your list."
ten things that make me feel... happy.
1. music - oh my gosh, like i wouldn't have this on my list.
2. the interwebz.
3. more specifically, myspace.
4. actually getting along with sister/parents.
5. reading. - i get put into a whole different world, and i love that.
6. seeing that picture of nate young.
7. watching funny videos, as of current, the from first to last one.
8. hanging out with some incredible people, they know who they are. - i've never had friends quite like these ones. erin, so amazing. tyler, hilarious as hell (and almost family), even tim.
9. succeeding in something i've tried so hard at. - i hardly ever meet my goals, this year, things have changed. for example, getting into wind ensemble, i don't think i've ever been so proud of myself.
10. feeling accepted - whether it's by peers, family, people i've never even met.
honourable mention(s):
coffee.
sweet music videos.
finding amazing pictures.
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"What did the church do for you? Write about a memory involving a religious place."
The church made me think everything I did was wrong. That's why I stopped going. The church made me believe that we had to be perfect in order to get into Heaven. The church made me believe that homosexuality, adultery, all those things, were wrong. If homosexuality is so fucking wrong, why did 'God' even create those types of people? People don't choose what gender they are attracted to. That's what I believe anyways. Because of the church, my brain is constantly jumbled with these types of questions. I stopped going when I was like... 11. Or around there. I've never made a better decision in my life. I hate the people there, honestly. Yeah, so most of them are my family and whatnot, but they just DON'T get me. I thought if I stopped going to church, I could get away. Of course, I was wrong. My father... pushes the Bible and its 'teachings' on us. I hate that. The church made me a confused, fed up, pissed off little girl.
p.s. - i'm sorry if this offended any people.
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"Why do you shop there? Think of a store where you occasionally shop. Can you write a piece that uses all five senses to describe the essence of this store?"
The Book Mark in Mt. Pleasent, Michigan. I shop there... a lot. The first thing you see when you walk in is shelves among shelves of all kinds of books and magazines. Anything you can imagine is in this store - well, really not everything because they never have Bone Palace Ballet. It would take days to look through everything, book by book. You hear calm. I don't think that's something you can actually hear but I guess it's just quiet. The occasional laughter among staff, voice of a customer, hiss of a coffee maker. But, those don't bother me - they are comforting as hell. You taste and smell the same things, coffee and coffee drinks. I've ordered there and it's good. You feel the pages of open books in front of you. They're pleading for you to open them, read something new, discover something about life that you never knew before. They drag you in and never let you out. Often do I drown myself in a book and forget about the real world. The kind of feeling that gives me is one of freedom, intelligence, and acceptence. Music is the ultimate, but books are up there, too.
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"When did you feel the most free? Write about it."
When did I feel the most free. This is going to sound so cliched, and probably really stupid, but the time I felt the most free was at the Chiodos show. I felt like I had the entire night to just let myself go, scream as loud as I wanted to, dance as much as I felt like. Those songs - they save me. I don't think people understand that as well as I want them to. The night was over and I had to go back to the same ol' drag. School, Monday night band (at that time), homework, etc. I felt the same way at Sleeping with Giants, and there's no doubt in my mind I'll feel that way at All Time Low. I guess a more general answer to this question is... concerts. Concerts free me from what I fear most - life.
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"Why do they need to be read (or heard) over and over again? You're going to be intentionally stranded on an island for a year. What five books do you bring or what five songs do you bring (assume you can play them on something!!!)?"
I'm going to write one for both books and songs.
Books:
Cat's Cradle, by Kurt Vonnegut - It's a brilliant book, really.
Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut - Another brilliant one. The story that is told... amazing.
War All the Time: Poems 1981-1984, by Charles Bukowski - His poetry is fantastic.
Everybody Hurts: An Essential Guide to Emo Culture, by Leslie Simon and Trevor Kelley - Because I may need a dose of humour once in a while.
Fight Club, by Chuck Palahniuk - I love the style in which it is written.
Songs:
"(*Fin)", by Anberlin - This epic, sprawling masterpiece can keep me focused.
"Rise Up", by blessthefall - It delivers a message that I may need.
"Limousine", by Brand New - Like "(*Fin)", this song can keep be focused and clear out my mind.
"Grace Kelly", by Mika - I need a fun, dance song.
"Setting Up Sunday", by Meg & Dia - Because it's one of my favourites, and I love it.
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"Where did it come from? Write about someone (real or fictional) who has/had an obsession."
I'm going to write about myself for this one. I believe I have mild obsessive compulsive disorder. This is no lie. There are certain times when I have to do things a certain way, or things have to be a certain way. Example(s): My books at school. They must be stacked from biggest (on the bottom) to smallest (on the top). I always want to be able to see my agenda cover. If I push up the sleaves on my sweatshirt, they have to be either right below my elbows are above my elbows. My class ring always have to have the side with the treble clef and my name on it pointing towards me. Odd things, I know, but they must be done right. Besides those types of obsessions, I have had a few over people. For example, Michael Tyler Frisby (as of late). I love his voice, and hair, and lip ring, and eyes, so every picture I find of him I save. When I watch blessthefall vides, I tend to rewind to listen to his parts again, (what? I hate you). Other people of choice have been Jason Hale, Nate Young, etc. Kind of creepy, I know. Cut me some slack, would ya?!
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"What did a typical lunchtime include when you were younger? Write about it."
A typical lunchtime when I was younger... how young, exactly? Let's see, when I was in Pre-School, I didn't go to school until the afternoon, so I got to eat lunch at home. At the time, that was really cool because I got to stay with my beloved mother. I remember many a winter day sitting at kitchen table (God, we don't do that anymore), eating a steaming hot bowl of chicken noodle soup on a freezing winter day. Then, together my mom and I would bundle up and wait for the bus outside. My, how times have changed. As the years passed and we hit elementary school, like the 3rd and 4th grades.. hmm, I actually ate lunch at school, that's a plus. However, it was always a sack lunch. I always put my lunch card in the little box that said "Packed" and not the one that said "Hot". I sat with... I guess you could say, the more popular ones perhaps? We tended to stay as a class somewhat, I suppose. Intermediate school, I had my little table with all my friends, so sad to see we've grown apart as of recent. There was the table with Jessica, Ashley, and all them. Then, during the Spencer/Jacob period there was that table with Nate Crum, Jake Moore, etc. However... High School. Last year wasn't so bad. This year, I really don't have a lot of friends in my lunch right now, I mean, I could probably find some if I actually went into the lunch room, but I don't eat so it makes no sense. I just sit on a bench in the student lobby and wait for it to be over, sometimes I do homework. Actually, sometimes I go to the band room and practice. Which is good for me.
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What book or movie 'blew my mind'? It was definitely a movie. It was certaintly American Beauty. That movie... is in a word, incredible. My sister got it for Christmas last year from a cousin and we just kind of shoved it onto the shelf and never watched it. Usually, when I'm bored on Sundays, or whatever day it is, I watch a movie. I've worn out a lot of the ones we have so I picked something new. I picked American Beauty. From reading the description on the back, I can honestly say I thought I wasn't going to like it. However, just from the opening credits and the narrative heard there, I knew I was going to love it. The plot line was great, and the characters so nicely developed. Perhaps my favorite scene is the one where Jane and Ricky are watching the video he shot of the plastic bag floating helplessly in the breeze. It's so simple, but so... powerful at the same time, I suppose. I've only watched it a few times since then, but I know that every time I do see it, I will be amazed.
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