Like Sims, Only Real Life

You know how every girl seems to have this fantasy of growing up, finding that one perfect guy, getting married, maybe having some children and some pets and a job that she really likes or perhaps her husband has a well-paying job so she can just relax and pursue her interests? I never had that dream. And yes I also realize that was an incredibly long sentence. But, honestly speaking, I have never really thought about that "perfect guy." I'm sure every girl thinks about it a little bit, and I have too, and I realize that this has nothing to do with anything, but here goes. My perfect guy.

My ideal man... We'll start with physical appearance. I'd want him to be taller than me, but not a whole bunch. Maybe about three to five inches. He should either be heroin-chic skinny or slightly muscular. He should have longish hair, that's perfectly floppy, whether it's straight or curly. Every time he smiles his entire face ought to light up as though he's absolutely thrilled to see me. He also should not be disgustingly hairy (if he can pass it off as endearing I suppose it's ok). He can have face stubble though. But he is definitely not allowed to have that pathetic little goatee sort of thing that every guy in my school seemed to be trying to grow last year. I don't care too much about his clothes... Nerd jeans are sort of endearing, or he could be wearing those perfectly-fitting-yet-still-baggy jeans that are so hot. The only thing I can't stand is when his pants are ripped to shreds for no reason. Hopefully he has a couple of cute hoodies and he lets me wear one. Band tees, some casual button downs, maybe some slim fit t-shirts. Wears a belt occasionally, doesn't match his shoes. He canNOT wear tennis shoes/athletic shoes all the time! It pisses me off even though there is no legitimate reason for it to make me so mad!

This fantasy boy needs to have good taste in music. It doesn't have to be the same as mine, although there should be some overlap so we can sit in the dark and hold hands and just listen to music. Actually it would be really hard for him to have good taste in music and not listen to something I listen to, because I just know a lot of music. I really hope that didn't sound pretentious... Music is a biggy. No music, no boy. He will be able to play an instrument, might be in band, or even like A BAND, and is working on either guitar/bass/drums/harmonica, perhaps even banjo. He has this amazing voice, not necessarily a good singing voice, but when he whispers cute little nothings in my ear it gives me chills. He needs to know what I'm talking about when I reference certain classical pieces, and he should have a good understanding of the 90's grunge scene even though I don't.

My dream guy needs to be intelligent, but I'm not saying he has to be more intelligent than me. I'm insecure enough that I like being smarter. It's not a good thing, but still, it happens. He should read, but he doesn't have to read as obsessively as I do. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and the Eragon series are a necessity, though, and hopefully he digs the classics too. He watches Star Wars, and uses mildly inappropriate pick-up lines, but only when he's joking and only to me. He watches anime, but not so much that I feel bad that I don't know more about it, and sometimes he presents me with new shows. He reads webcomics. We laugh at inside jokes together. He's a dreamer, and a believer, an optimist, and all the happy things I wish I could be. My parents don't have to like him, although my guy will respect them even when I don't. He gets along with my siblings. He lets me be alone sometimes, but he knows when I really need someone even if I won't say it. I don't get jealous; he shouldn't either. He isn't clingy.

He should be funnier than I am, and nicer and more sociable. He will have one really good friend but a larger group of slightly more casual friends that I mostly like. He will get my slightly cynical sense of humor and watch Nightmare Before Christmas with me more than once. My guy would laugh at my that's-what-she-said jokes and all manners of inappropriate sex jokes, and he won't berate me for my catty comments on different promiscuous girls in my school. He will let me make marginally uncalled-for jokes about hipsters and even make some of his own. Every once in a while he will take me to events or places that require me to dress up just because he knows I like excuses to wear dresses and high heels and lipstick. He's the kind of guy who never really thought about going to prom at all but took me anyways because he knows how happy it would make me. He would probably wear converse with his tux, and look amazing.

And now, all closing thoughts on my supposed perfect guy. He needs to keep his nails clean, and if his feet smell bad he should at least do something about it. If he has ever shaved his legs or if he does shave his legs, that's ok. Absolutely no crack, smack, or meth should ever be done by this boy. If he smokes weed, then that's acceptable, as long as it isn't very often and not around me. If he has done LSD or ecstasy that's whatever as long is it doesn't become a habit and he doesn't do it ever when he's over twenty-five. I don't know why twenty-five is the cut off age, it just is. Actually, no drugs are allowed if we're in high school. It's going to sound weird coming out of a fourteen year old mouth, but he needs to be able to handle his liquor. I don't want him to be drunk for some reason and come to my house crying and then throw up in my bathtub and pass out in my brother's room or something. Believe me, it happens. If he does drink, he needs to have at least reasonable taste in booze. He is not allowed to drink Pabst Blue Ribbon, a known preference of hipsters and piss-poor college students. He needs to be older than me, anywhere from two to four (or five, as I get a little bit older) years older. He needs to say what he means. Piercings are wonderful and amazing, but he needs to be able to pull them off. As for tattoos, he can have some but he isn't allowed to be completely covered in tattoos. Maybe like one or two. He should like mac n cheese and pizza rolls and spicy food. He should blow bubbles with me. And most of all, he needs to have an inborn sense of respect for everyone around him.

I guess that is my dream guy. I've never thought so intensively about it, but I suppose this pretty much sums it up. Also, I'm going to keep a diary of sorts of every song that pops into my head and starts playing it's melody whether I want it to or not. So far today it's been "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and some song by Katy Perry but I can't remember the title. And for a while I couldn't get that one pop song that goes "All the right moves in all the right places. Yeah, we're going down," out of my head.

Slender in a Fat Way

Weird Al will be playing in Wichita July 13. Unfortunately, because I have strict parents and all sorts of other complications, I can't go see him. If you don't know who Weird Al is, you really ought to Google him or look him up on Youtube or something, because he's hilarious.

Now, a list:

1. Don't stab yourself with the seam ripper.

2. Don't stab yourself with the scissors.

3. Try not to stab yourself with anything, really.

4. Do not sew your fingers, hair, or other body parts.

5. If you don't know what kind of seam you're sewing, ask.

6. All damage is probably repare-able. If it isn't, well, you're screwed.

7. If you don't have extra fabric, don't mess up.

That is my all-inclusive, comprehensive list of sewing rules. Just call it "Sewing for Nerds" or something. I'm in 4-H and one of my projects is sewing. I love clothes, which is helpful, and this time around I'm doing my own design for a skirt. I designed not only the concept, but the pattern as well. Fortunately, I love designing. I just hate it when I get all into it and then I realize that I hate sewing.
For some reason, I've still been listening to a lot of country music. Maybe just because it's summer. Anywho, there are these girls called the JaneDear Girls, and they're very good. (Their name is a take-off on the John Deer brand of tractors.)
Another good song is Grey Stables by Iron and Wine.
Don't sneak into swimming pools. Even if it's public property, it's still breaking and entering if the building is locked.

Caffeine Buzz

Life is like coffee. Coffee tastes awful and you burn your mouth. But then you get a buzz (generally from caffeine, but you know, it depends on what you like in your coffee), and you realize that it is the most amazing thing ever.

In fact, if your coffee isn't biting hot and strong enough to give you intense headaches afterwards, why are you drinking it? Coffee is about starting your day off with something so awful that nothing else can be so bad. It's also about how you love it anyways, how you actually love the caffeine and/or sugar, and how it gives you a rush. I do love mochas, though, even if they are usually too sweet.

I hate blogs, in a way. No one really cares about what you do in your life; going to school, being a mother, whatever. Most people can't bring themselves to care about that. If I see a blog, and the first two entries don't have an interesting sentence (usually the first sentence) that catches my attention, I will not read it. Why would somebody want to read about your life? Most people don't even listen when you speak. So why would anybody read it?

Can anyone understand what Kurt Cobain is saying in "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana? I can't, but I love the song. It's amazing. Oh, and my brother, the 18 year old one, showed me this song called "Crown on the Ground" by Sleigh Bells. It's like, electronic, with a lot of distortion. It's pretty cool, but he said it sounded better when you listened to it in the car.

I will be an aunt this summer, soon.

Back Roads, Hot Sun, Country Music

Driver's ed is what you might call a major pain in the rear end. In fact, it really gets on my nerves. I do not appreciate getting up early and spending all day until nearly noon reading a pointless driving book about things I already know. However! I WILL appreciate being able to drive.

How is it that everytime you go somewhere besides the town that you live in, suddenly there are hot guys everywhere?

I've been listening to country music lately. For some reason, I'm getting this urge to drive down to Texas, go to downtown Austin and hang out in clubs with live punk/country shows every night wearing cowboy boots. Of course, I couldn't do that even if I had the time. My parents are quite strict. But country music is sort of helping with the whole Texas longing thing. Maybe cruising around in the country would be good, too.

My brother is 18 now! And my other brother will be 21 in three days. It's sort of exciting. But I'm jealous, I wish I could be 18. Then I really could just drive off to Texas. Or Vegas. Whatever.

There is a car show here in town. I was going to hang out with this one guy there but, uh, he hasn't texted me...? So I don't know what I'm going to do today. I might go look at the cars anyways, they're incredible. There are all of these tricked out trucks and cars and some nice old cars. If I figure out how, maybe I'll upload pics.

I'm a little late on the upkeep, but have you heard of Tavi Gevinson? She's an amazing teenage fashion blogger. Here is a link. Oh, wait. I can't figure out how to put links. Here is the site: http://www.thestylerookie.com/

Yeah, So...

The cheerleading thing never happened. Honestly, I was going to give it a go, but then I found out my brother needed surgery. I tend to get upset easily and I happen to be rather fond of my brother, so this worried me. I wasn't ready to get up early and be peppy and cheery and face the world while worrying my brains out about him. He had his surgery today, though, and he should be all right. At least I'm hoping so. And really, cheerleading? Nuh-uh.
My friend and I bought these foam swords. We have been dueling fiercely after school for the last two days, and today they started breaking. Fortunately, being the brilliant people we are, we searched out the duct tape. Not only did we find the Duck brand duct tape, we also found the Gorilla tape. We mixed species today for completely epic samauri swords. Sadly, the swords started hurting a lot more once they were covered in tape.
As for the title, I couldn't think of anything particularly witty or music-related today. Yeah, so... That's my post.

I So Totally Went to That Prom

So... Um... I WENT TO PROM AND IT WAS AWESOME! Thought I'd clear that up, and more on prom later.
"I feel terrible when I let you down. And I let you down every single time, so maybe you ought to suck it up." Thanks to A Softer World (another one of those webcomics I read) for that quote.
You can't let other people decide whether or not you have a good day. You can't depend on other people for your happiness. You have to let it go and make the most of what you have, no matter what it is. And when you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose, so go for it, whatever it is. It's scary, but you have to let go. I'm not saying that if you're hurt, you have no reason to feel the way you feel. By all means, feel whatever it is that you need to feel. But once you realize that it was a while ago, and yes it was a big deal, whatever you did about it has been done. Even if you just cried about it or wrote some really awful emo poetry, it happened. Give it up and move on.
Everyone has a friend (or should) who listens to all the music no one has heard of, hears the popular songs right before they become popular, and always knows what bands you're talking about. (I was just texted saying tomorrow is National Hug Day! Make sure you hug someone!) This, of course, is not me. However, I do have a friend like that, and he is always leaving random mix CD's around my house. They are always stellar; unfortunately, I never know what the bands are or what the songs are called until I get around to asking him.
Ok, so prom was fantastic. I was so worried, and so anxious... I mean, what if I like got barfed on and then died, or velociraptors attacked and no one had a plan but me? That would be disappointing. So I was so relieved when I realized everything was going great and seemed to be staying great. Actually, I was ecstatic. It was so much fun. They didn't even have a theme! They just decorated. And the after-prom was pretty cool. I learned how to play poker. No, scratch that, I learned how to fail miserably at poker. It was still great. Anyways, I just had this little bit of dread and nervousness that comes with forever being disappointed. So not only was I happy because the prom itself was awesome, but because I didn't have any reason to be so nervous! It was nice, the not worrying.
Have fun everyone! More exciting things will be happening, I'm sure.

Dancing on the Roof

So... My spring break is almost over. I didn't do anything for St. Patrick's day, at least not really, but I did wear green. But I was having fun not being at school! I don't really want to go back. Not that I have a choice. I still have today and tomorrow though!
Ok, so it was really warm here two days ago. It snowed yesterday. Ugh. I just want it to warm up and have winter go away! I am so looking forward to long summer days and just sitting outside (with lots of sunscreen, because I am so white that I'm practically luminescent) not worrying about school.
Have you noticed for every genre of music, there are about a billion subgenres?
If you don't mind a little (or a lot) of profanity, listen to Tenacious D. They're hilarious! Specifically, listen to "Classico." It made me laugh, a lot. Also, listen to Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana.
Also, dancing on roofs is fun. It's even more fun if you count how many cars wave at you and your friends.

Pretty Girls Make Graves

I am home sick today. Bleh. But hey it means I'm not at school, which is a plus. It also means I should probably catch up on my English essay, do my math homework, and maybe learn my lines for the school play. This is not very likely, but it could happen.
Has anybody been listening to some good music lately? I am sadly feeling a lack of metal in my life. It is a little discouraging. Of course, I've started listening to a lot of trippy indie music, so that almost makes up for it. Today, I am listening to mostly Pretty Girls Make Graves and The Sounds, and both of them are really great bands. I wouldn't classify them as "indie" but then again, I don't really know exactly what counts as indie. Indie is can either be a genre or a term for a band that isn't signed. Don't ask me how this works.

Band Nerds For the Win!

I went to District Honor Band today. I play the French horn (you know we're the best), and I was third chair. It was pretty amazing, and for our last song we played Over the Rainbow and the choir sang with us. The whole thing was incredible.
Unfortunately, I had to get up at 4:15, and I didn't get home from a basketball game until midnight. You might wonder why I would stay at a basketball game so late if I had to get up early, but against all odds, I'm actually in basketball. Sleep-deprivation causes strange things. Not to mention that I never fell asleep, and was just in a semi-conscious state for about four hours.
I just realized that I didn't have too much to say really. But if you have a chance to play an instrument, try it out. I do believe that music, whether you play it or just listen to really good music, makes you a better person. Or, if it doesn't make you a better person, at least it gives you something worthwhile to talk about.
Check out today's comic at xkcd.com; I'm sure everyone has thought about that. Volvo really should have thought through their name a little more thoroughly.

The Equally As Unread Second Post

Oh, my gosh. I know I should have read this book earlier, but I've just started 1984 (by George Orwell, for those who are as clueless as I am. Of course, George Orwell is just a pseudonym of Eric Blair). It's like all of my fears materializing in print form only to take shape in my terrified imagination. It's horrifying, the concept of losing freedom, having everything monitored by the government, all of your communications snooped on... Oh, wait. Nevermind.
This won't come as news to a lot of people, but The Decemberists are an amazing band. But, hey, if we're going to start talking music, I'll never pass up a chance to mention that System of a Down is ultimate win-sauce when it comes to bands. I must warn you that The Decemberists would probably appeal to more people, though. I've never understood why people don't like metal.
I'd like to pretend that this blog could perchance let on some deep understanding of the universe to everyone, but unfortunately my deepest thought during the day generally runs along the lines of "OH-EHM-GEE, that guy, his hair is ah-DORABLE! And, eeek! He's looking at me!" Because, you know, that's obviously all teenage girls ever think about. Although I do actually know a guy whose hair gives me a similar reaction, but nevertheless! I will spare you my ogling details.