I love music. I really do-it's like... the heart and soul of life.
OK, not always. But some songs you feel like you could dance to, or you couldn't stop listening to it. Sara Bareilles makes me feel that way, especially with her new release, "King of Anything". Some people are just so stuck up, ya know?
Trust me... I KNOW.
King of Anything
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast
I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset
I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see
You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?
Let me hold your crown, babe.
Sara Bareilles King Of Anything lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/sara-bareilles-king-of-anything-lyrics.html
October 11, 2010
October 6, 2010
Stress
Lately, life has been stressful. Like... REALLY stressful, and I'm not entirley sure how to release stress. I hate taking walks (I'm lazy), and I hate exercise (See previous reason). But I DO take yoga, which does (to a certain extent) help. But lately, my 'hormones' have been on HIGH, and I've decided to yell at people. Which sorta-kinda-maybe brings up the subject of me being a hater. (Yes, a hater!)
I guess I'm just not a people-person, much like my US His. teacher. Set me in the middle of nowhere in a big green pasture, filled with animals (dogs, horses, birds, rabbits, etc.), and maybe my favorite person in the world (Mr. Husband-strong man) (which also leads to *ANOTHER* tangent), and I would literally, be as happy as a duck in a pond (as happy as I could get, anyway).
You can ask just about anybody. Since Jr. High, I used to carpool with this kid (who, surprise, I don't like!), and every morning, we would see someone 'new', and I would say, "I don't like that kid. (S)He did such and such to me!" Or, "That kid is so dumb. (S)He did this and this to me!" Finally, after enduring about 2 years of my complaint, he said, "You really don't like anyone, do you?"
Well, here, Mr. BS Cheese- I DON'T!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU!!! It's not even your fault. It's mainly because one certain girl (Viewmont Belle) used to tease me that I liked you when it was really she that liked you! And I told her I didn't like you, but she said, "Don't deny it, Cassie! You LOVE BS Cheese!" And I would say "Viewmont Belle! SHUT UP! I do not
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
like him. Not in the least."
Needless to say, Ms. Viewmont Belle thought it would be funny to torment me, and I hated her for it...
Anyway, back to my hater-ness. I have another friend whom I also complain (I complain a lot), and she says it, too! "Cassie, you really shouldn't hate so much."
"I know. I'm sorry." And I really am. I try to see the 'better' side of them, but it's a little bit harder for me to see that side.I KNOW that we're all 'children of God', and that's fine and dandy, but the world has twisted these people... it really has.
So, on to my second tangent (Mr. Husband)-A while ago in church with the YW activities, we played the game of LIFE. (I know, horrifying). My group ended up not finishing, but we all got past the 'married' point of life (and house, too)... But I was the last one out of the whole room (of girls + leaders= ~20). I wasn't really disappointed, because I have basically given off the fact that I was NOT BOY CRAZY!!!
So when we get married, we get a candy with a little paper written specifically for that candy about our future spouse. Everyone pretty much agreed mine was the best husband, and joked, "Can I borrow him for the weekend?"
(My candy was lifesavers)
"Lifesavers-This man is a lifeguard. He has a great body, a great tan, a great smile, and a helpful personality. He also is a wonderful home teacher and missionary. He has shared the Gospel with many of his friends. So far, 30 have joined the Church. He has a very strong testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel and it is visible in everything he does. You met him when you were out dancing with your friends. He saw that you weren't having much fun dancing with the man who kept asking you to dance, and realized you were too nice to tell him no. So he stepped in and asked you for the next slow song. You had a lot in common and felt totally comfortable with each other, in an exciting sort of way. When you returned to your friends, you were almost out of breath and deliriously happy. You exchanged phone numbers, dated for 8 months, met each other's families and got engaged. Of course, you got married in your favorite temple. Four children later, you are still madly in love and very happy."
So obviously, they were very veered towards the Church, as well as how 'we' met. I'm not entirely sure about the '4 children' yet (let along children!), but I can live with a guy who looks like that... definitely!
I guess I'm just not a people-person, much like my US His. teacher. Set me in the middle of nowhere in a big green pasture, filled with animals (dogs, horses, birds, rabbits, etc.), and maybe my favorite person in the world (Mr. Husband-strong man) (which also leads to *ANOTHER* tangent), and I would literally, be as happy as a duck in a pond (as happy as I could get, anyway).
You can ask just about anybody. Since Jr. High, I used to carpool with this kid (who, surprise, I don't like!), and every morning, we would see someone 'new', and I would say, "I don't like that kid. (S)He did such and such to me!" Or, "That kid is so dumb. (S)He did this and this to me!" Finally, after enduring about 2 years of my complaint, he said, "You really don't like anyone, do you?"
Well, here, Mr. BS Cheese- I DON'T!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU!!! It's not even your fault. It's mainly because one certain girl (Viewmont Belle) used to tease me that I liked you when it was really she that liked you! And I told her I didn't like you, but she said, "Don't deny it, Cassie! You LOVE BS Cheese!" And I would say "Viewmont Belle! SHUT UP! I do not
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
DO NOT
like him. Not in the least."
Needless to say, Ms. Viewmont Belle thought it would be funny to torment me, and I hated her for it...
Anyway, back to my hater-ness. I have another friend whom I also complain (I complain a lot), and she says it, too! "Cassie, you really shouldn't hate so much."
"I know. I'm sorry." And I really am. I try to see the 'better' side of them, but it's a little bit harder for me to see that side.I KNOW that we're all 'children of God', and that's fine and dandy, but the world has twisted these people... it really has.
So, on to my second tangent (Mr. Husband)-A while ago in church with the YW activities, we played the game of LIFE. (I know, horrifying). My group ended up not finishing, but we all got past the 'married' point of life (and house, too)... But I was the last one out of the whole room (of girls + leaders= ~20). I wasn't really disappointed, because I have basically given off the fact that I was NOT BOY CRAZY!!!
So when we get married, we get a candy with a little paper written specifically for that candy about our future spouse. Everyone pretty much agreed mine was the best husband, and joked, "Can I borrow him for the weekend?"
(My candy was lifesavers)
"Lifesavers-This man is a lifeguard. He has a great body, a great tan, a great smile, and a helpful personality. He also is a wonderful home teacher and missionary. He has shared the Gospel with many of his friends. So far, 30 have joined the Church. He has a very strong testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel and it is visible in everything he does. You met him when you were out dancing with your friends. He saw that you weren't having much fun dancing with the man who kept asking you to dance, and realized you were too nice to tell him no. So he stepped in and asked you for the next slow song. You had a lot in common and felt totally comfortable with each other, in an exciting sort of way. When you returned to your friends, you were almost out of breath and deliriously happy. You exchanged phone numbers, dated for 8 months, met each other's families and got engaged. Of course, you got married in your favorite temple. Four children later, you are still madly in love and very happy."
So obviously, they were very veered towards the Church, as well as how 'we' met. I'm not entirely sure about the '4 children' yet (let along children!), but I can live with a guy who looks like that... definitely!
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