Okay, so my whole "I'm going to bed now", didn't work out so well...
I was listening to my Pandora Radio under Quick Mix, and the Celtic Women started playing the song The Spanish Lady. And I fell in love with it! Their voices are so beautiful! The whole entire song made me think of a fairy tale book. Like one of those really good fiction books you'd pick up not expecting it to be that good until you're half way in. The ones with dragons, and fairies, unicorns, and all of the mythological creatures.
You can hear the legends of the Irish culture in their songs. And the way these women sing, it makes even more intriguing. Almost majestic. They capture your full attention. And Celtic thunder? Don't even get me started! Those men, are like the mythological greek gods, just with strong Irish accents! One of my fairy tale dreams, is to marry one of them. But sadly the one I'd marry, is no longer apart of Celtic Thunder... :( instead he went to Glee. Which was the worst news I've ever heard, in my life! I was heart broken. But I still play the Celtic Thunder videos with him in it so it's okay. I'll live.
Anyways, I love Celtic music! (I should put that under my little page of "things I love". I'll get around to it.. Eventually) I just love how their culture sounds so... So.... Oh my goodness, where's a thesaurus when you need one? Well I'll just say the same word, fairylike. Legendary. Majestic. Fiction. SciFi. (I know that was more than one word... Oh well.)
Yes, I think this is all.
Thanks for reading my extremely random blog.
Till next time.
Toodle-loo!
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Friday, July 27, 2012
Flexibility? Not so much....
Okay so for some stupid reason (no there really is a reasonable explanation) I decided to learn how to do the splits! Only my left splits though.. It seemed easier at the time. But my reasonable explanation for torturing myself with agonizing stretches, is simply because my cousin was over at my house and I was jealous of her flexibility. I mean, flexibility like that is great for dancing! (which I love, but that's mentioned in one of the pages in my blog under, well... "things I love")
Anyways, I thought if I endured the pain and became more flexible I'd be better at dancing. Thus began the continuous torture of my stretching muscles. But, I'm beginning to think that flexibility is not in my body's vocabulary. I say this because I can't seem to get that last part (the part where you touch the ground). Its like my legs are playing with force fields... Gaining up on me... Preventing me from completing the damaging process.
If only I could get that last part, my goal would be accomplished! But it's taking me longer than I thought... I shall eventually get it though! No matter if it takes weeks! I shall learn to do my full left splits. Well, hopefully.
I must go to sleep now, 'tis late.
'till next time.
Toodle-loo!
Anyways, I thought if I endured the pain and became more flexible I'd be better at dancing. Thus began the continuous torture of my stretching muscles. But, I'm beginning to think that flexibility is not in my body's vocabulary. I say this because I can't seem to get that last part (the part where you touch the ground). Its like my legs are playing with force fields... Gaining up on me... Preventing me from completing the damaging process.
If only I could get that last part, my goal would be accomplished! But it's taking me longer than I thought... I shall eventually get it though! No matter if it takes weeks! I shall learn to do my full left splits. Well, hopefully.
I must go to sleep now, 'tis late.
'till next time.
Toodle-loo!
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Eating Life cereal has a way of making you think on things...
Okay so I'm just sitting here finishing up the last trailing pieces that play "catch me if you can" in my bowl of Life cereal. Also getting cereal bits in my hair (don't ask, I have no clue how they got in my hair!), when I had this sudden thought... What happened that made being young such a bad thing?
So, that was my thought. I have no clue why I thought of it, but this entire blog is called "the Random Meg"... I guess it fits. Well, I guess I should elaborate on my thought. Okay, so what happens that made being young such a bad thing. Meaning, why are we, as teenagers, so willing to grow up that the sight of mere innocence makes us uncomfortable? Or the fact that it's "cool" when a 12 year old girl gives herself away? What happened to virtue to modesty? Why are we in such a rush to be older...that we forget how we are damaging out childhood?
Yes, childhood. Our teen years are still counted as our childhood. And why not treat it as such? For example: you know the times when you were younger and you didn't give a flying piece of crap about what others thought about you, because you were gonna be you and no one could stop that? Why not act that way in high school? Or college? Or your entire life? That kind of confidence isn't reserved for your younger younger years. It's for your life, till you die.
Some may disagree with this, but this is not their blog. Is it?
So, that was my thought. I have no clue why I thought of it, but this entire blog is called "the Random Meg"... I guess it fits. Well, I guess I should elaborate on my thought. Okay, so what happens that made being young such a bad thing. Meaning, why are we, as teenagers, so willing to grow up that the sight of mere innocence makes us uncomfortable? Or the fact that it's "cool" when a 12 year old girl gives herself away? What happened to virtue to modesty? Why are we in such a rush to be older...that we forget how we are damaging out childhood?
Yes, childhood. Our teen years are still counted as our childhood. And why not treat it as such? For example: you know the times when you were younger and you didn't give a flying piece of crap about what others thought about you, because you were gonna be you and no one could stop that? Why not act that way in high school? Or college? Or your entire life? That kind of confidence isn't reserved for your younger younger years. It's for your life, till you die.
Some may disagree with this, but this is not their blog. Is it?
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Frustration
You know that really irritating feeling you get when you're little sibling is asking questions at the speed of 100mph? The slight fire feeling when you hear your sister's dog barking at the top of its lungs? The annoyance that turns to anger when your sister gets onto you for having an "attitude" when conversing about the dog and who's to take care of it when she's at work? You know that feeling?
Okay so maybe not to "the-T", but you get my point. There was that adrenaline rush beginning to boil up when the conversation started... Seeing as it started off wrong. She wasn't in the best mood to begin with. Then it just took off from there... The only thing stopping us from literally yelling at each other, was the peacemaker figure standing in our doorway... Our mother.
When I say "peacemaker" I mean she forces us to cool down and bite our tongues. Her presence says "I will not tolerate any pointless bickering" but sometimes is translated to this "you say another word on the subject and I'm taking both of your phones!". You know, that kind of peacemaker.
Her methods are crazy though... But totally make sense. That's exactly why I hate them, but like them at the same time... Because without them, me and my sister would be enemies. Where as, at this moment we don't necessarily like each other, we aren't enemies. So I guess her methods were for the better.
I remember how we used to fight. It was terrible. In the end, we became the closest friends. Until now of course. But give it time... Like for instance, when she gets out of the shower... I'm going to apologize... Even though I was totally and completely right on the spoken subject... I guess I did give off a bad vibe myself from a full day of tolerance... If that's what you'd call it. Anyways, I know nothing will be right between us if I don't. Because she's not particularly fond of apologies. And it's a petty subject. The worst part was my over-bearing need to justify myself to her. To prove my point. But it's not worth the time, breath, and aggravation. And it's not worth the distance.
So here goes nothing...
Okay so maybe not to "the-T", but you get my point. There was that adrenaline rush beginning to boil up when the conversation started... Seeing as it started off wrong. She wasn't in the best mood to begin with. Then it just took off from there... The only thing stopping us from literally yelling at each other, was the peacemaker figure standing in our doorway... Our mother.
When I say "peacemaker" I mean she forces us to cool down and bite our tongues. Her presence says "I will not tolerate any pointless bickering" but sometimes is translated to this "you say another word on the subject and I'm taking both of your phones!". You know, that kind of peacemaker.
Her methods are crazy though... But totally make sense. That's exactly why I hate them, but like them at the same time... Because without them, me and my sister would be enemies. Where as, at this moment we don't necessarily like each other, we aren't enemies. So I guess her methods were for the better.
I remember how we used to fight. It was terrible. In the end, we became the closest friends. Until now of course. But give it time... Like for instance, when she gets out of the shower... I'm going to apologize... Even though I was totally and completely right on the spoken subject... I guess I did give off a bad vibe myself from a full day of tolerance... If that's what you'd call it. Anyways, I know nothing will be right between us if I don't. Because she's not particularly fond of apologies. And it's a petty subject. The worst part was my over-bearing need to justify myself to her. To prove my point. But it's not worth the time, breath, and aggravation. And it's not worth the distance.
So here goes nothing...
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