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