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I'm a girl of seventeen who has many dreams and is finding her way. I like music, cute things, dancing, dreaming, being inspired, crafts, ramen noodles, pretty smiles, musicals, makeup, anything that sparkles, tea, the beach, and I love this band called panic! at the disco. This is my small space on the interwebs where I will share my feelings, hopes, and dreams; my way of channeling my thoughts and views of the world. . Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs,
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New Year, New Blog
Sunday, January 3, 2010
So, today I make my debut into the blogging world. It seems a bit strange, but I figure no one will end up reading this anyways so it's all good. To anyone who does -- Petra & Haya I'm looking at you two -- I hope it will be of some interest to you and that by blabbering won't get too annoying. I feel that this will be my small space on the interwebs all to myself where I can just let it all out. All of it. Well most of it, I hope :) Hopefully I'll be able to maintain this throughout the year without slacking off and forgetting to update after a couple weeks. Not making any promises...Anyhow, maybe I'll explain my blog name? Well it's part from a song name, part from how I feel about my life. The actual song name is "Card House Dreamer" and it's by a really cool band called This Providence. Basically the song is about having a life that you feel is so delicately constructed, tediously, piece by piece, but not really having control over the things surrounding it, thus leading to it's crumbling. The smallest little upset can blow it to pieces. Like a card house. ![]() This is how I feel about life, we all want to have control over it. We feel as though becuase it's ours, we must indefinitely have 100% control over what happens in it. But that's not how it is. People change, plans change, who we are changes, what we want out of life changes, our loves change and those who love us in turn change too. These small gusts of wind causing our card houses to fall over time and time again. As depressing as this may sound, the important thing we must learn from it is that everytime the wind blows our houses down, we have to pick the cards right back up and start builing again. Except this time, build a bigger, prettier house. In fact I'd build a pretty pink mansion with lots of sparkles all over and I'd go out and buy a tarp of some kind to block the wind. Maybe that would work, maybe it wouldn't. Either way it's an improvement, and improvements are always a step in the right direction, right? Czech: My life is like a card house. A delicate construction With no regard for the wind. I thought I had everything under control. I couldn't have been more wrong. I thought I held my world in my hands. Until it broke and I awoke from this foolish dream. 1 comments 1 Comments:
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