Hot Chelle Rae

TONIGHT TONIGHT!

It’s been a really really messed up week

Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter

And my girlfriend went and cheated on me

She’s a California dime but it’s time for me to quit her

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight

There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world

Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign

I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it

Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

I woke up with a strange tattoo

Not sure how I got it, not a dollar in my pocket 

And it kinda looks just like you

Mixed with Zach Galifianakis 

La la la, whatever, la la la, it doesn’t matter, la la la, oh well, la la la

We’re going at it tonight tonight

There’s a party on the rooftop top of the world

Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign

I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it

Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

You got me singing like

Woah, come on, ohh, it doesn’t matter, woah, everybody now, ohh

Just don’t stop let’s keep the beat pumpin’

Keep the beat up, lets drop the beat down

It’s my party dance if I want to

We can get crazy let it all out

Just don’t stop let’s keep the beat pumpin’

Keep the beat up, lets drop the beat down

It’s my party dance if I want to

We can get crazy let it all out

Its you and me and were runnin this town

And its me and you and were shakin the ground

And ain’t nobody gonna tell us to go cause this is our show

Everybody

Woah, come on, ohh, all you animals

Woah, let me hear you now, ohh

Tonight tonight there’s a party on the rooftop top of the world

Tonight tonight and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign

I don’t know if I’ll make it but watch how good I’ll fake it

Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

Its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

Yeah its all right, all right, tonight, tonight

Just singing like

Woah, come on, ohh, all you party people

Woah, all you singletons, ohh, even the white kids

Just don’t stop lets keep the beat pumpin’

Keep the beat up, lets drop the beat down

Its my party dance if I want to

We can get crazy let it all out

Just don’t stop lets keep the beat pumpin’

Keep the beat up, lets drop the beat down

Its my party dance if I want to

We can get crazy let it all out 


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I can't get this freakin song our of my head! Love it!
but seriously take a break!

what a night

saw the last Harry Potter movie last night at 12 :D it was brilliant!

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got up at 3 today. fuck

what to do

sunshine

the tingling feeling on the surface of my skin.

the sense of relief in my mind as if my brain is being released from a headache i didn't know i had.

my face settles smooth.

my shoulders settle back.

my chest rises with a deep breath that seems to fill my body with energy.

energy to stand. to jump. to run.

my skin, now warmed, is sending me signals to move. to touch. enjoy.

hips with the sudden urge to swing with forceful passion to the soundless drum of my heart.

the stride i now take gathers my legs close then stretches out searching for further ground.

heal toe. heal toe.

my feet are new.

how could i not know this feeling before?

its as if my whole body was in a muscle cramp and now its been massaged out into the darkest of space.

all thats left is new.

the casual touch of a stranger.

the deepest grasp from a lover.

both actions are amplified.

creating small explosions just beneath my skin.

i think of only what i can do.

the rush of ideas that are pulled out of me can be free in the world and do what they will to those they find.

now i am good.

now i am happy.

ecstatic i open my mouth to express this.

but instead let out a sigh with the sight of a cloud.

--also again from the old blog. also the first poem i ever wrote

what we don't know

just watched a movie trailer on apple and was thinking about some stuff.. there are so many outrageous theories and conspiracies out there.. how many are true?

this trailer i just watched was for the movie Super 8 and it looks like its gunna be about stuff to do with Area 51.

so prior to thinking about this shit i didnt think anything of the alien myths, but if anyone has ever seen the movie Wag the Dog you start to think.. whats actually truth? the government, media, anyone with the power, could make us believe anything they want and we would be none the wiser.

Area 51 is a real place that is entirely off limits to the public. all we really know is that it is sometimes used to test new kinds of aircrafts and weapons for the military. There are of course the many theories that all knowledge of extra terrestrial life is whats being hidden in there but the possibilities are endless. there are signs up miles away from the actual location that say if you get any closer you will be shot! now i still dont know how i feel about the whole alien hypothesis.. but what the fuck do they not want us to know?

if you think thats creepy, someone once told me that Albert Einstein was doing a study before he died. He had all kinds of proof and research but as soon as he made his final conclusion, once he achieved what he was trying to gain from him study.. he immediately destroyed everything. all traces that he had ever done this study where gone. he burned all his notes and disposed of all his material. when asked why he had done this after such extensive work, he replied, "He human race is not ready to know what i have discovered."

--another one from the old blog

Keep it clean

how good it feels to have a clean room.

cleaning the house is never a fun task especially when your told to do it.. but in your room. your own place of sanctuary where you are the sole owner of everything inside, to have all things organized and in their proper place and at your will, such a positive feeling.

i know well the feeling of being happy in your clutter, as my room usually looks like it just got hit by a tornado. and i don't except the threat that usually comes from your mother saying how embarrassed you'd be if someone came in your room right now to see that mess. i strongly believe in the explanation that anyone who is allowed to come in your room, should be someone you know well, as your room is a very personal place, and doesn't care about the condition of your floor, and if they do care that much, what are they doing in your room? i know exactly where everything is.. laptop, on that messy pile of last weeks clean clothes; shoes, ones in front of the door and the others under my bed; necklace, also in the pile of clean clothes.. but when i take the time to clean and i begin to sort out the misplaced things in my room, it starts to feel good, like I'm sorting my life and my ideas, i get going on this cleaning roll and suddenly i can see my floor, paints have the right lids and are over on the shelf, desk is cleared, and all the clean cloths are folded in their drawers.

positive energy is now able to circulate without being interrupted by mess and disorganization and the opportunity for new creativity arrives.

i once heard a story about a man who lived an ordinary life, no special job, plain girlfriend, nice family, but he always felt anxious and soon fell into depression because he felt so worthless and insignificant in the big world. when he finally gained the courage to reach for help, and it does take courage, he decided to try going to a therapist, the best in town. on his first day the therapist had the man tell him about an average day in his life and explain the way the things he does make him feel. after an hours session of the man ranting about the things that make him unhappy, this is what the therapist told him, "go home and tomorrow morning, make you bed." now the man reacted almost as if he had been insulted.. "what do you mean" he said, the best therapist in town who does not come cheep i might add, just told him to go home and start making his bed every morning. the man stormed out of the office with no intension of ever returning and repeatedly thought to himself what stupid advice he had just received and the money he had waisted. but for some reason, the next morning, that man made his bed. and he did this every morning for weeks. and a month later he returned to the therapist very apologetically and explained how he felt like a new man.

starting your day with order and routine helps motivate you for the rest of your day, which sometimes is all it takes to keep you happy and positive. so if your feeling distraught try making your bed in the morning and see how it effects your day.

--again this is a post from my first blog.. still applies :P

mwah.

a shade of red.
confidence in one step.
excentuating what you want.
making you look at me.
i know this.
but not just you.
the attention is addictive.
so i keep on using.
the once over, the double take.
all from them, this makes your heart ache.
because i choose to, you can't stop me.
but it only goes to your eyes as a frustrating temptation.

baby attention is fun for me,
but please let me leave my mark.
it'll rub off on you,
and smudge on me,
but my shade of red looks good on you too,
and without fail tells everyone who belongs to this girl.




-this is a poem i wrote last year and posted on my first blog also titled 'story of a girl' but sadly i forgot my password and changed my email so theres no getting in to it now. thought i would post it though, its pretty old..

songs

Rolling in the Deep (the Adele version but mostly the justin robbinett and michael henry version, also the glee version is really good)

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

Half of my Heart

Someone Like You

What the Hell

--all preformed my justin robbinett and michael henry but also they're all good by the originals

missing my long hair today

just found this picture! and love it! i've had long long hair all my life then about two years ago i cut it all off and donated it. since then i rocked the short hair for a while but mostly missed my long hair lol so now its a little past my shoulders and growing.. one of the things i miss the most about haveing long flowing locks is being able to do stuff like this! BRAIDS!

linkin park

i tried so hard, and got so far,

but in the end, it doesn't even matter.

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can't you see that your smothering me?

holding too tightly, afraid to loose control.

starryeyed

mistyclouds

Elvis

I may have a bit of a crush on the King...

dreamy

this is my fav.

wine

I had a few glasses of wine with my mom last night. We talked about history, outer space, beliefs, genetic trails, the future.. What ever came up. The style of conversation that has no end, its just a constant dialog of whatever topic either participant stumbles upon next :) Its always so fun to have those kinds of conversations with someone important in your life because you get to here their opinion on things without you wouldn't normally talk about.