Men are just boys who say what you wanna hear
Men are just boys who can drink much more beer
Men are just boys but a little bigger in size
Men are just boys that I just despise
Lead me down a path that I thinks paved with gold
then stop me to short and say I can't pass go.
Men are just boys that can make you feel good
then turn around and you feel like you're misunderstood
Why get caught up when it blows up in your face
never knowing how safe is a safe perfect pace
First dates are fun, and then you crave more
Men are just boys that you want to adore
Men are just boys who are sly a bit wiser
Men are just boys who think they're higher
Why bring the wall down, only to build it back up
knowing it was a mistake and now you're just fucked
That's how men work, never giving that chance
Men are just boys that know how to dance.
Men are just boys who enjoy a little more sin
Boys are just guys, who want to be men.
Breaking hearts at the drop of a dime
Never seeing what is real and what they could find
Men are just boys who say what you wanna hear
Men are just boys who can drink much more beer.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
"I'm just goin' down to the Oyster Shack!"
This is a really funny video. It just goes to show that either the cops in this town are really bored and have nothing better to do, or the guy driving the lawn mower thought he would cut some grass while trying to get to the Oyster Shack! Lol.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
A little insight and a lovely show from Christian Dior
PARIS, January 26, 2009
By Sarah Mower
There are only two questions anyone is asking Paris couturiers this season: "What are your inspirations?" followed swiftly by, "And what do you think about the recession?" John Galliano's answers were "Flemish painters and Monsieur Dior," and to the point, "There's a credit crunch, not a creative crunch. Of course, everyone is being more careful with their discretionary purchases. I am. But it's our job to make people dream, and to provide the value in quality, cut, and imagination."
He'd cross-referenced the soft blues and golds of Vermeer and the elaborate lace collars and sleeves of Van Dyck with typically Galliano-esque hyper-exaggerations of Dior's tight-waisted, full-skirted fifties shapes. As a starting point, it evoked some of the romantic femininity of Dior's silhouette, but with surface ruffles and bouncing crinolined hemlines that went way beyond any sense of postwar austerity. As for the seventeenth-century Dutch elements, there were cross-laced corseted backs and cartridge-paper scrolls standing out on hips, and, as things progressed, tulip prints and blue-and-white Delftware embroideries peeking from the underskirts. The finale dress, in a gorgeous deep burnt red, had the stately dignity of an historical movie costume—not so much Girl With a Pearl Earring as Rembrandt's Jewish Bride ( OK, that's yet to be made, but the color's exact).
Oddly, though, the clothes became lovelier when the collection didn't stick so literally to the Old Masters—either painterly ones, or the founder of the house. When Galliano escaped the sweet Vermeer palette and moved into ivory, as he did with a slim dress implanted with raw-edged georgette rosettes and embroidered with silver leaves, or with an ingenue off-the-shoulder fifties dance dress banded with black bows, it all seemed simpler, fresher, less stilted. And more like the kind of thing that will actually keep Dior clients dreaming, and, hopefully, spending. This is from Sarah Mower...for more information, and coverage of the 2009 Spring Couture collections visit www.style.com/fashionshows/review/S2009CTR-CDIOR
By Sarah Mower
There are only two questions anyone is asking Paris couturiers this season: "What are your inspirations?" followed swiftly by, "And what do you think about the recession?" John Galliano's answers were "Flemish painters and Monsieur Dior," and to the point, "There's a credit crunch, not a creative crunch. Of course, everyone is being more careful with their discretionary purchases. I am. But it's our job to make people dream, and to provide the value in quality, cut, and imagination."
He'd cross-referenced the soft blues and golds of Vermeer and the elaborate lace collars and sleeves of Van Dyck with typically Galliano-esque hyper-exaggerations of Dior's tight-waisted, full-skirted fifties shapes. As a starting point, it evoked some of the romantic femininity of Dior's silhouette, but with surface ruffles and bouncing crinolined hemlines that went way beyond any sense of postwar austerity. As for the seventeenth-century Dutch elements, there were cross-laced corseted backs and cartridge-paper scrolls standing out on hips, and, as things progressed, tulip prints and blue-and-white Delftware embroideries peeking from the underskirts. The finale dress, in a gorgeous deep burnt red, had the stately dignity of an historical movie costume—not so much Girl With a Pearl Earring as Rembrandt's Jewish Bride ( OK, that's yet to be made, but the color's exact).
Oddly, though, the clothes became lovelier when the collection didn't stick so literally to the Old Masters—either painterly ones, or the founder of the house. When Galliano escaped the sweet Vermeer palette and moved into ivory, as he did with a slim dress implanted with raw-edged georgette rosettes and embroidered with silver leaves, or with an ingenue off-the-shoulder fifties dance dress banded with black bows, it all seemed simpler, fresher, less stilted. And more like the kind of thing that will actually keep Dior clients dreaming, and, hopefully, spending. This is from Sarah Mower...for more information, and coverage of the 2009 Spring Couture collections visit www.style.com/fashionshows/review/S2009CTR-CDIOR
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
May I have your attention please?
So the time has come to make a shout out to myself I guess. I am ready. I am willing, and I am hopeful. I am going to do this without caution, and do my best to give it my all. My God give me the stength to do what I need to do and what is right. No more blaming Zach, or using him as an excuse. He did cause me great pain, still does, but there is no need to dwell on it. Especially now that I have possibly found something even better than him to a T. I will miss him, but I know and I and hoping in my heart that this is what God as intended for me to do and that it will all be good, and safe for me. May he receieve everything he ever wanted, and may he be safe. (I am trying my best to be positive) I wish him the best, even if He does not wish me the same. I have something new...something I have been too scared to want, and now I have it, and I feel this is right. So no being scared. No finding excuses for why I am not ready. I am just going to spread my wings and fly.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
When you told me you Loved me Zach.
"When You Told Me You Loved Me"
Once
Doesn't mean anything to me
Come
Show me the meaning of complete
Where
Did our love go wrong
Once we were so strong
How can I go on?
When you told me you loved me
Did you know it would take me the rest of my life
to get over the feeling of knowing
A dream didn't turn out right
When you let me believe that you weren't complete
Without me by your side
how could I know
That you would go
That you would run
Baby, I thought you were the one
Why
Can't I just leave it all behind
I
Felt passion so bright that I was blind
Then
Something made me weak
Talking in my sleep
Baby, I'm in so deep and you know I believed
When you told me you loved me
Did you know it would take me the rest of my life
to get over the feeling of knowing
A dream didn't turn out right
When you let me believe that you weren't complete
Without me by your side
how could I know
That you would go
That you would run
Baby, I thought you were the one
Your lips
Your face
Something that time just can't erase
Find my heart
Could break
All over again
When you told me you loved me
Did you know it would take me the rest of my life
to get over the feeling of knowing
A dream didn't turn out right
When you let me believe that you weren't complete
Without me by your side
how could I know
That you would go
That you would run
Baby, I thought you were the one
Once
Doesn't mean anything to me
Come
Show me the meaning of complete
Where
Did our love go wrong
Once we were so strong
How can I go on?
When you told me you loved me
Did you know it would take me the rest of my life
to get over the feeling of knowing
A dream didn't turn out right
When you let me believe that you weren't complete
Without me by your side
how could I know
That you would go
That you would run
Baby, I thought you were the one
Why
Can't I just leave it all behind
I
Felt passion so bright that I was blind
Then
Something made me weak
Talking in my sleep
Baby, I'm in so deep and you know I believed
When you told me you loved me
Did you know it would take me the rest of my life
to get over the feeling of knowing
A dream didn't turn out right
When you let me believe that you weren't complete
Without me by your side
how could I know
That you would go
That you would run
Baby, I thought you were the one
Your lips
Your face
Something that time just can't erase
Find my heart
Could break
All over again
When you told me you loved me
Did you know it would take me the rest of my life
to get over the feeling of knowing
A dream didn't turn out right
When you let me believe that you weren't complete
Without me by your side
how could I know
That you would go
That you would run
Baby, I thought you were the one
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
The Fear
I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don't care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them
I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
'Cuz everyone knows that's how you get famous
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track yeah I'm on to a winner
Chorus
I don't know what’s right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
'Cuz I'm being taken over by The Fear
Life's about film stars and less about mothers
It's all about fast cars and passing each other
But it doesn't matter cause I’m packing plastic
and that's what makes my life so fucking fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption
and its not my fault it's how I'm program to function
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track yeah I'm on to a winner
Chorus
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
'Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
Bridge
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission
Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I'm getting thinner
Chorus
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
'Cause I'm being taken over by fearShooting unwanted bullets I see.
I am all for getting mad and cuttin bitches and taken names, but when you don't understand when someone is hurt because you either have no heart or you are dead, it makes it more difficult for a person to understand where you are coming from. In my break up with Zach I always have and mostly likely will continue to blame him for a lot of the pain in my life...well recent pain. But never when expressing my frustration and letting others know of my broken heart did I intentionally bash him or his name. I think it is hilarious and somewhat self-involved to think that it is all about you ALL the time. I am not gonna lie and say that I don't think about Zach on a daily basis, I do. But I am not going to keep my opinions and thoughts bottled up to fester and wallow inside, trust me I already have become numb enough. While I can move on and be somewhat okay, it never changes the fact that what was done was done, and what was said was said, and when lied to I was lied to. You can tell me to simply get over it, but that is what makes me human and some people cold hearted cock heads. When you get hurt physically and there is a scar...do you simply hope that the scar will disintegrate? No it won't it will always be there...mind, body and soul. The scar will always be present and be a constant reminder of what you lost or what was done.
The simple fact remains. I have not done anything to harm anyone. The reason I harp on it so much is to prove a point. People are ignorant. They believe lies and live in disbelief because to them it is so much easier to believe a lie, than to see the truth. This is taught during childhood. Believe what sounds like the better story, even if it hurts someone and cuts them down. Bull. shit. If anyone other than me took the time to scope out the truth and see the overall aspect of the situation it would be revealed that I have nothing to with this crazy, unsettling, lowlife, life ruining person who feels its better to read my blog, and take it and run with it. Using my words and taking them as his/her own. I feel in a way he/she is using my words to hide behind and using peoples ignorance to pass him or herself off as me. The only thing I know is God is someone who will deal with him or her accordingly. Point being that when someone stalks you and makes death threats on your life...I find it so much better to not point a finger. I have never once thought Zach was the one doing it because, yes I'm gonna say it, he is better than that. In the message below he obviously has better things to do with his time. I am sure ruining my life is not one of them. While I don't think he is the one stalking me, I do at times wish he did not do the things he did to me. The stalker claims he or she is someone who he had a run in with and it was not me. I am sure I am not the only person in Huntsville,Texas who has a problem with Zach. Even saying that I know I have no problems with him really. I just think closure is a gift everyone should be able to have. You're not promiscuous, just misunderstood, right? So before you take a gun and aim it at someone who you think deserves to be shot. How about you figure out where the gun you're holding came from, and if the person you're aiming at truly deserves to be shot.
"I'd prefer you took down number 14 on your little list of things. It's borderline slanderous, in terms of insinuating my promiscuity.
On that note, please delete the listed people from your friends list as you make them uncomfortable:
Fred
Nick
Perla
Cindy
Dottie
Its really shitty. You have it in your head that i have tried to destroy you, but thank you for showing me my course in life. I will be leaving Huntsville soon enough.
I have never gone out of my way to make your life harder.
I don't care enough.
I never want to hear from you again, ever. EVER EVER EVER!!
I never truly loved you and will never ever love you like you think you deserve.
Delete who I told you too. Leave me and mine alone."-Zach-
The simple fact remains. I have not done anything to harm anyone. The reason I harp on it so much is to prove a point. People are ignorant. They believe lies and live in disbelief because to them it is so much easier to believe a lie, than to see the truth. This is taught during childhood. Believe what sounds like the better story, even if it hurts someone and cuts them down. Bull. shit. If anyone other than me took the time to scope out the truth and see the overall aspect of the situation it would be revealed that I have nothing to with this crazy, unsettling, lowlife, life ruining person who feels its better to read my blog, and take it and run with it. Using my words and taking them as his/her own. I feel in a way he/she is using my words to hide behind and using peoples ignorance to pass him or herself off as me. The only thing I know is God is someone who will deal with him or her accordingly. Point being that when someone stalks you and makes death threats on your life...I find it so much better to not point a finger. I have never once thought Zach was the one doing it because, yes I'm gonna say it, he is better than that. In the message below he obviously has better things to do with his time. I am sure ruining my life is not one of them. While I don't think he is the one stalking me, I do at times wish he did not do the things he did to me. The stalker claims he or she is someone who he had a run in with and it was not me. I am sure I am not the only person in Huntsville,Texas who has a problem with Zach. Even saying that I know I have no problems with him really. I just think closure is a gift everyone should be able to have. You're not promiscuous, just misunderstood, right? So before you take a gun and aim it at someone who you think deserves to be shot. How about you figure out where the gun you're holding came from, and if the person you're aiming at truly deserves to be shot.
"I'd prefer you took down number 14 on your little list of things. It's borderline slanderous, in terms of insinuating my promiscuity.
On that note, please delete the listed people from your friends list as you make them uncomfortable:
Fred
Nick
Perla
Cindy
Dottie
Its really shitty. You have it in your head that i have tried to destroy you, but thank you for showing me my course in life. I will be leaving Huntsville soon enough.
I have never gone out of my way to make your life harder.
I don't care enough.
I never want to hear from you again, ever. EVER EVER EVER!!
I never truly loved you and will never ever love you like you think you deserve.
Delete who I told you too. Leave me and mine alone."-Zach-
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