Down the Road

Hello Mankind,

        Is mankind really that kind? Yes. So, the song of the day is Down the Road by Kenny Chesney and Mac McAnally. The song is about neighbors that get married or something like that. But that's not why I like it. I like it because it talks about the future and what will happen in the future. Which is great, unless you are engaged to your neighbor. But I guess it coordinates with Don't Stop by Fleetwood Mac. Because that song talks about looking forward to the future, not dwelling on the past. So, basically it's perfect for the week after 11/11/11 at 11:11:11.

                                                                  Ok Bye!
                                                                     Bets

Mash Up Day....I Heart Ombre!

Hello People of This World,

     My most sincere apologies for not posting in ages! this girl right here got too busy! The song of the day/week/lifetime/ I forgot to blog is/are the following: The whole Fearless album by Taylor Swift(especially White Horse and You're Not Sorry), I Thought I Saw Your Face Today by She & Him, and In The Dark by Dev.
    
      Let us start by discussing the obvious: why Taylor Swift is relatable. A) Who doesn't have guy problems? B) Who doesn't want to talk about them but at the same time hates talking about it? C) Who doesn't like country music? Answers: No one. Every single person likes someone and won't admit, or will overtly admit. I chose White Horse because it is pretty, but I chose You're Not Sorry because I know for a fact that a lot of people just say sorry without meaning it. Example: "I'm sorry I lied to you." Meaning: Don't be mad at me, you know you love me and I enjoy manipulating you. People just stink. It's that easy. Staples.

     I Thought I Saw Your Face Today was chosen because of a two lines that just strike me. "The cars and freeways implore me to stay way out from this place". I hate cars/car accidents/ any vehicles besides legs. If a car is going to hit you, you should move. Easy analysis. The other line is "I find things are beautiful in things that are ephemeral(short-lived). For me, this is very true. I always like someone, then when things go right, I crush it. I can't help it, I just find beauty in the ephemeral.

     In The Dark by Dev is just a great dance party song and creepy/funny song. I love it.

     And what I've been wanting to post.......OMBRE!!! Forget monochrome( Kidding! Never forget monochrome, worship monochrome), Ombre is the new trend nowadays kiddos. Its like fading in a color family. If you want an example, google Ombre hair or Ombre nails, or just look at my nails! I rock the ombre.

                                                       Adios Y Vayo Con Dios!
                                                                          Bets

QUEEENNNNNNN

Hello World Wide Web,

      Today, I have soooooo much energy. Shouldn't have that soda an hour ago. I'm actually sitting in my room sing "TROLOLOLOLOLOLOOLLLLLOOLLLLLL" at the top of my lungs rather than doing my lab report for biology. And my lab repor counts for 10% of my grade. I have a brain. Not.
    
     But, sometimes, you just have to relax and have a party with...yourself. Energy is great. Especially unproductive energy. Oh yeah, the song of the day is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen or Light My Fire by The Doors . I just really love those songs and they are classic and who doesn't know them? I swear even aliens do. "MAMA, I just killed a man!"....so inspiring! and then there's "C'MON BABY LIGHT MY FIREEEEEEEEEE!"...so touching. Like, I'm tearing up.  Hey, guess what? I'm going to confess 5 things!
 
      Confessions
         1) I copied this idea from Anne-Marie Halovanic.

         2) I currently have the song, "I'm Only in it for the Honey" from Country Bears stuck in my head.
         3) I cry anytime I hear the song "As Long As You're Mine" from Wicked.

         4) I secretly don't mind the way beans taste.

         5)In 4th grade, I told Camille it wasn't me who spit gum in her hair when she was asleep, but it totally was. Accidentally, though.

        6) It feels good to get this off my chest so here are more: I sing Munchausen by Proxy in the shower

        7) I never really had a house built out of Cheeto Puffs. I'm sorry for lying in kindergarten.

        8) In my free time, I only listen to Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac. Even I know it's weird.

        9) I'm extremely OCD.

       10) I had to think of a 10th confession to make it even and now I'm bugged by the spacing.....


                                            I love you readers!
                                                      B

Katy Perry Knows All

Dear Anyone Who is Frustrated with the Outcome of Saturday Night (AWFOSN),

     It seems like everyone was really bummed about homecoming, with the exclusion of Sofa Asparagus(heehee). So, I think it's easy to say the song of the day/weekend is Wish You the Worst by Katy Perry. It's an unreleased song, so look it up on YouTube if you want to know the whole song. But really, the song can be summed by the lyrics "Let me be the first to wish you the worst".

     I know every single person has felt this way at least once in their life. Either your date ditched you for another girl, ditched you in general, ignored you, danced with your friends and acted like he did nothing wrong, or brought another girl but flirted with you anytime she turned her head. In any case, you probably want to wish a certain boy/girl the worst. And go for it. Be the first. See where it gets you. Most likely no where, but hey, that's better than backwards. Personally, I want to wish someone the best if it's related to me, but if it's with another person, then I definitely want to wish them the worst. And I mean worst.

     The chorus goes a little something like this:
           "Let me be the first to wish you the worst
           'Cuz i think you deserve each other
            Let me be the curse that creeps under your skin
            And when your heart caves in
            And you wish she was me again."
          "Someone had to tell the truth, and
            I'm always honest."

     Those are my favorite  lines of the song. I'm always very honest when I'm mad. Thus, the tendency to wish you the worst. But for anyone feeling this way, I wish you the best and urge you to wish them the worst.

                                                                           Lots of Love,
                                                                                     B

Fact: Vampire Weekend Does the Best Covers

Hi Readers:

     So, right now, I am insanely frustrated by technology. Like it's ruining me. But anyways, earlier today I was having a great day! I had my make up done to look like an old lady, that's always fun. It was really interesting. You could say that.

     On a different note, a note you probably want to read about, the song of the day is Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac or the Vampire Weekend Cover of that song. Honestly, it is perfect. First of all, FM's version is so raw and simply beautiful. And the Vampire Weekend cover is so perfect. It has that cultural flare all their songs have, but Ezra's voice is just amazing. I love the song lyrics "I want to be with you everywhere". They are just like the sweetest words everywhere. I highly recommend listening to that song. And I mean now.

                                                                  Adios,
                                                                       B

Woah derr

HI AGAIN.

     Well, hey there. I'm back. Why? Because I'm addicted. But why ARE you asking? Go do homework. Just kidding! Homework kills brain cells! My blog replenishes them. Psych, neurons cannot replicate/reproduce.

     I'm here to stay I'm here to say I am now throwing caution to the wind! My theme song for it: Crockett and Tubbs by Perpetual Groove. But really, It's because I got my nails done with permanent polish. No more stress/worrying about chipping my nails. I have OCD. And I'm a GIANT nail polish fanatic. So this is a great day for me. I can finally reach for a book and say "AHHHH, not a chip!" I can also say the same thing in a British accent. Now I hope I don't get sick of the color.

                                          Bye. For Realz.
                                                            B

I'm Begging You....NEW!!!!!

Dear Readers:

     First off, I love y'all! Thank you for all the views! I love to write so I'm glad my blog is getting views. So, I'm going to stick with the making sense thing again today, and, *gasp*, probably forever. That's right, forevsss. So, I'm also going to tell you that this is not a drama or gossip or anything like that blog. I apologize in advance if that's what you were expecting. And if you're not willing to branch out from that theme, then don't read on. But please do if you're an open person!

****NEW THEME****
     As of today technically yesterday, I'm going to have a Song of the Day blog and write about it. And no, I don't mean like the notes or pitch. Like the meaning and relating it to life. Today, the song is Oscar Meyer Wiener Scar Tissue by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. If you don't know who they are, get out of my life. Kidding, kidding. The song is not emo or anything about medical injuries/surgeries/of that nature.

     The reason I like the song: Every single person has that thing they want to say. And, right as they are about to say it, their fear kicks in and they say something sarcastic or know-it-all-ish. This song describes that situation in a non obvious, non annoying complaining girl way. Sorry, Taylor. For me, it's the moment of "I'm about to tell someone how I feel". How exciting, right? Liberating and all that jazz. And the enjoyment you get from imagining everything that could come out of it (I typically only think of the positives). Then, right as your going to free your soul..BOOM...You make a snide comment or sarcastic remark and ruin the moment. Ruining the moment is having a moment right now. It kinda stinks.

     Then, the regret kicks in. And I mean kicks in overtime. Now, here I am, living out the chorus line, "With the birds I'll share this lonely view". I'm definitely sharing my lonely view with you. You are now birds to me. Kidding, kidding.  Right now, it seems like everyone is either "madly in love", heartbroken, or a happy medium. All the bases are covered, right? Wrong. There is still a ton of gray matter. I mean it. A ton. And, I'm classifying myself in that gray matter. You can think that means whatever you want. If you're reading this and you know me, then you know who/what I mean.

     The song also talks about a Southern girl, which, I am. By birth of course. Maybe not others reasons. I definitely don't have a drawwwwlllll y'awwwllllll. (Said ironically).

       But really, I highly recommend the song. Listen to it!!!!!!!! For me....

                                                                Bye Bye Butterfly,
                                                                               B
     

Hi Friendsies!!

So, I think I'm going to use a new concept on my new posts:acually making sense. Confession: the reason I usually do don't make sense is because no one will understand any mean or sad or happy remarks I make if I'm speaking gibberish. For example: kutomba wewe=old post worthy. I'm mad=new post worthy. But, honestly I'm happy. Couldn't be happier. I'm not mad at all.

The reason:Today, I just jammed out. I'll admit, it was to Fearless by Taylor Swift. Beautifully known and loved. I guess I love it because I can relate. But everyone can relate to Taylor Swift. Katy played guitar and I sang my heart out to Fearless. I'm not saying I can sing by any means, I'm just saying I enjoy. Honestly, everyone has that one person in their life they would do anything for. While I would like to think I've found mine, I know for a fact I haven't. But I like the chase. However, I do have someone that I would dance in a storm in my best dress for. It might be me, it might not be.

Does being willing to risk it all for someone make you fearless or just infatuated? Because, right now, no one can really be in love. To me, being fearless means doing what you think is right no matter what other people think. I love the idea of Fearless so much, and I totally support fairytales and want one, but I have a problem. That's the one thing that, whenever I get close to, I crush it. I dont mean to, but it happens. And I'd really like to change that, but right now, I don't have the time.

I'll be back with more insight and deepness later! Thank you for the views!!

Lahhhvveeee,
B

I'm Bacckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Its been a few hours. Oh, you want a greeting.

Hi.

     Guess what? My mind supplied the quote of the week for my class today? More importantly, go to sickoftumblr.blogspot.com and Lainey-mylifeinablog.blogspot.com . They are both hilarious! Blogspot>tumblr. SO true. Uh huh, uh huh.
     Guess what had me a blast? Summer Lovin'. Grease reference. Hey, y'all know my math problem from a previous post? The one about 5>2. Well, now I got it down to 4>2. That's better than 5. 5>4. Uh huh, uh huh. Munchausen by Proxy refernce. Ooh. So anyways, now I have succeeded in getting it down to 3>2. I'm in the process of 2=2. How great? Want to know how I did it? Okay. I was honest. Yeah, Bets.
     

I'm Never Here

Dear Blog World,

First off: I WANT MORE VIEWS!! Like now. Sorry I've been gone, I was at Fashion Week. Actually that's the biggest lie. I've been in my hometown! Love CC! Well, I'll post again in like 2 hours.

Bye.

Smells Like Regina George

Dear Table,
    FYI,. you have failed me. I don't care about sets of three. At all. no honestly though, what does Regina George smell like. Not Gretchen Weiners, not Rachel McAdams, not Cady. Regina. Oh, and all teenage grls have sharing problems. You have sat there for ages, Anna, please move. like really. You too Kendall. Shout out. What? what what?
    
     Sometimes, I just cannot handle some people. maybe Regina George. I love you Gracie. Shoutout. But really, get back in your life. Back to your old self. MOOOOOOO!

Peace out girl scout!
Betsy

I Can't Quite Title This......

Dear Anti-World,

      Ooh, aren't I tricky? So I'm starting off with some thuper super duper deep thoughts....Here goes it: When I close my eyes I see red, not blue. And I see myself differently. Without eyes. Also....Don't look for yourself where you aren't. Sometimes I find myself where I am. And where I have been.

     Moving on, I can't wait to go to Taylor Swift Saturday. I cried last time I saw her. I guess you can say she's my idol. I guess. No, you can. Not you, You.You know who you are. Maybe....

     Next thing, yesterday I lost my filter. Mentally literally. Like, not my Bobble filter. I've been drinking clean water, no worries. But I lost that layer in front of my brain that says, "Hold it, Bets, you can't say everything you think." Mine was very thin to start out with, but now I just completely lost it. So, I've been honest lately. Brutally so. Just like Katy Perry. What?

     What, What? I just ran. Like a quadrillion miles. I stopped by Africa and Europe. You know, the usual. Fun fact: 3+1=4. 4>2. Thus, 4 does NOT =2. But, 2 is good. 2 is so much better than 4. Unless your dealing with friends. More friends=good. If they are girls. If they are boys. it gets complicated. Then, add another 1 to that 4 and you have 5......   5=I have a problem. A major problem. Maybe I talk to much. Maybe I just am special. Yes, definitely the latter. But in the best way possible. No. Maybe not.

     Maybe, one day I'll understand my life. Until then......I'll keep you posted.

                                                         Peace Out Girl Scout!
                                                                                  B

M.I.A

Ni Hao Internet World!

     I have been gone for awhile. Sorry, I disappeared from this life. Some call it M.I.A.. Not Paper Planes Singer who likes has a tendency to give birth on stage. No, what are you talking about? No but really, I've missed my little baby blogspot like a mother. And I mean motherly mother, not mother other. So, Man Repeller, my fashion idol, is like super popular now. Hopefully, when I'm out of high school, I can be that famous. Maybe. In my dreams. no. In your dreams. I know you love me. Love me like a mother, maybe? Yup Yup I'm feeling that.
     Oh. might I add that I've had buttloads of homework. Homework out the wazoo.
So how do you feel about self expression? Rawr. I dig it. Please do me a solid and tell your friends to read this. All your friends. I will hunt you down. Like Mariah Carey. But really, words or pictures. Pssshhhhh, the answer is words. that why Blogspot>tumblr. I mean greater in case my math is incorrect. Algebra Baby! Gotta Love It!
     So really! Spread the word about my blog. Or i will find you. If I even have readers. Or a lone, dedicated reader.

Love you(y'all)!
B

I've Been Outdanced

I haven't updated you in a while, which is no surprise. But would like to say Vampire Weekend is the ultimate summer band. And FYI, the title really has everything nothing to do with this article. But, if you would like it to, then I'll say the following: would you rather shake it like a polaroid picture, orrrrr like the girl in Step Up 2? Or Napoleon Dynamite? Or the most vintage of these three? Which doesn't really exist so in that case you lose. Reflection time. Would you want to be on Gilmore Girls or Gossip Girl? It's really a matter of preppy or preppy. You pick for yourself. Because remember, you can pick you answers in polls, you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends noses. Unfortunately. No, fortunately. Do a Shakira impression or Britney impression? Or Gaga? Or Nicki Minaj? Or Rebecca Black? Think about these questions. There will be a pop quiz later.
Na Schledanou!

Love And Theft--And I Don't Mean the Band

Dear readers,

Have you ever had something go so right, only to have someone come along and crush it. And I mean smash it to pieces. Like slamming a glass vase on the ground. Well, the other day I was watching Hairspray and What A Girl Wants (gotta love Amanda Bynes) and I realized that love won't just come to you. Nothing in life will. Unless you communicate or try to impress the person. Take Tracy Turnbladd for example, she danced her way into Link's heart AND integrated television. And Daphne, she did not give in to the pressure of royalty and stayed down to earth and fell in love with a musician. But there is always someone who likes to come along and ruin your life. I guess you could call them the villian. The one with motives, whether evil or not, that ruin things. Things I spent a month of my life working for. So easily crushing it. Well, people cannot do things like that. So payback, it's important.

Apparently I Enjoy Looking Sick

First of all, I would like to say that words with multiple meanings confuse me so much. So, to make this easier on you, I will clarify: in this post, sick is used to mean ill, not awesome.
I wear headbands all the time. My favorite kind are super thick headbands. I think they're trendy and are a great fix on bad hair days. Because they make life so much easier, they are, according to my friends, my signature look.

While most of my girl friends understand them,my guy friends don't. One of them asked me if I wore them because I was sick. "Yes, I know I'm cool. So I guess my headband proves it," I said. But he meant sick as in ill. Which I am not. So I was offended. I guess some people don't understand simplicity.
The moral of this story(I swear it has one, or so I'd like to think it does) is that you should should not ask someone a possibly digressing question if you don't know what the answer will be. Like don't ask someone if they are pregnant if they aren't. Or don't ask someone if their outfit is a joke. Because it might not be. And don't ask someone with a red neck if they listen to Billy Currington all day. They could just be sunburned.
Why is this important? Because I'm saving you you from an awkward situation.


*******NEW SECTION*****
Word of the day: Jim jams- jitters or nerves. Barbara had a bad case of the jim jams before her performance. Not to be confused with pajamas.

Putting the Terror in Pteradactyls

Dinosaurs may be not be important to you because they are extinct. Well, ha, youre wrong. They do exist. In the form of Terrordactyls. An exclusive club that let's regular people be dinosaurs. How fetch. Stop it Gretchen, fetch will never catch on. Oh how I love Mean Girls. Terrordactyls are cool, but they are the only cool animal human hybrids. Also known as anihumans. Not to be confused with Animagus. Because those are magical, not magically scary. And by magically I mean there is nothing magical at all about them besides how scary they are. I guess you could say these Terrordactyls terrorfy me. Terrorfy is cooler than terrify.I should name this blog "I Know What's Cool". But that would imply that the above statement us true. And it's not really.

If I Could Change One Thing....

Dobry Den readers!

That's the Czech way to start your day! I want to hear from you today! Boy I sure love exclamation points right now!
If you could change one( and ONLY one) thing about the world, what would it be? (Bonus points if you answer in Czech. Of course I wouldn't be able to read it but it would make me smile, and that is your only purpose! Muahahahaha!)If you want to know my honest answer, it would be to change the pronunciation of Tanzania. I hate saying Tan-zen-NIA. Life would be so much easier if everyone said Tan-ZAYN-nia.
Kind of like a Tazmanian Devil. Are they from Tanzania? Hopefully. Because if they aren't, I just made an illegitimate reference which destroys my blogging creducy. My reasoning: any change too major would destroy the preciously delicate balance of the life of me and the universe. Actually, it's just because that pronunciation bugs me.
Moving on, Psych. I'm not. I would actually change my rule so I could change more than one thing. Then I would delete freeways and the word hypotenuse because it stresses me out. Add the Tanzania thing and then I would have four changes off one change. Color me clever.
Ooh, or I would just make fries mandatorily served with all food. Because they are delicious. And important.

Three posts in one day. Quite a hat trick.

#toerings .....let's trend them!

Dear followers but more importantly non followers,

You know I love you all, but this next post might offend some. I offend proudly though. Currently, feathers in your hair are a huge trend. I get that they are cute and boho and relaxed, but is it worth it to anger fishermen and fly fishermen? Also, everyone has them now, including little kids. Like two year olds. That's too totty. But seriously, stop stealing tackles and rare feathers used for bait. It's kinda self-obsessed. Like this blog. Great Safari Dave!! I have a suggestion: feather earrings! Then, if they don't coordinate with your outfit, you can take them out and still have fishermen lining up at your door. That's what I call livin' large! Offending still? Good. Otherwise, your life(read:my life) would be boring. So, in replacement of feathers, I'm going to bring back toe rings. Stars, hearts, diamonds, you name it, I have it on my toes. My webbed toes. They are sahhhweet! But toe rings may seem 90's, even 80's some might say, but isn't that cool again? Yes! It's so cool. Almost too cool. Because toe rings aren't overrated. Neither are scantily clad men named Doug on get well soon cards. See, I know what's cool. Why? I'm fly. I'm a poet and I don't even know it. Just kidding, I do. Because I've unsuccessfully entered poetry contests before. But enough about me. Please please please all of YOU stop wearing feathers and wear toe rings already!!Tata!

My First Post: Snoop Dogg

Hello Few Followers,

After trying for an hour to write a post, I finally learned how to. Honestly, I have no idea why someone as technologically unadvanced as I should write a blog. Probably because I thoroughly enjoy talking about myself and usually no one wants to listen. Like who wants to listen to this: I love Snoop Dogg. Not just the "Oh, I jam to his songs" love, but the "I hope with all my heart that I can marry him" type of love. Some call that true love. The thing is, I never will meet him, so I'll just continue to talk about him. To me, that's important. Also, I don't understand why some people find it so hard to believe that an over the shoulder purse can carry: hand sanitizer, facial mister, bandaids, hair clips/rubberbands, headbands, nail clippers, nail file, nail polish, bag of lip gloss, compact mirror, mascara, gum, mints, a camera, a chunky phone, and a Tide to go stick. Actually, I do understand why people find that hard to believe. Probably because it's really impressive. So I just brought it up to brag about my packing skills. See, I think I'm interesting, how American. But are my jokes funny? To me,ohhh yes, but to others I come across as corny and unoriginal. What a hindered self view! I'll post another worthless story tomorrow.