I'M NOT ALRIGHT....I'M BROKEN INSIDE....

A thought.... What would the world be like if we weren't afraid to say that??

Usually i sound like a total idiot when I say things, but I think I sounded at least kinda smart in saying that.  


Probably because I just finished having one of the deep conversations my brother and I generally share while he plays "Fast and Furious" on our PS2.  We always talk about like philosophy and human nature and narcissism. 

I'm giggling inside.  Today, I bought 24 hours worth of classical music for $ 9.99.  HAPPINESS.
 

So I'm reripping every CD on my computer and it really sucks so I just have some music on my computer.  It goes from rap to classical to alternative to pop.  I think it's kinda funny.  


Just to prove the diversity of my music, here's what comes up when it's shuffled.  


"Suitcase," Da T.R.U.T.H.
"Staple It Together," Jack Johnson
"Letters from War," Mark Shultz
"All I Need," Bethany Dillon
"Welcome to the 60s," Nikki Blonsky and John Travolta
"The 4 Seasons: Winter," Vivaldi
"Mr. Langton's Galliard," John Dawson
"With All Our Heart," Thomas Tallis
"Bear With You Ft. Tedashii," Trip Lee
"Come Away With Me," Norah Jones


So that's 2 rap songs, 2 pop songs, 2 Christian contemporary songs, 1 musical song, and 3 classical numbers.  I feel so like the antithesis of mainstream.  


Which leads us to our next topic.  Making fun of hipsters has become one of my new pastimes.  My brother and I constantly sing the Hipster Song.  Most likely because I have graphic tees, thick-rimmed glasses, Chuck Taylors, a leather jacket, a trendy scarf, fingerless gloves, vest, and a HOODIE HOODIE HOODIE HOODIE HOODIE.  


I also try too hard.  


So back to my first topic of discussion ( wOwsers, I'm a.d.d.) this is me being honest.  With you.  Feel special.  So very special.  

Bottle Cork Explode

They say bottling it up is bad
But have they ever tried to let it out?
No trickle mode, just a flood
I can't whisper when I need to shout

This shouldn't still bother me
And yet I grow cold at the sound of his name
Wow, I guess I really can't get over it
Will things ever be the same?

It's no big deal, or so I was told
And that bothers me, really
They weren't against the wall, paralyzed
Not knowing what they're feeling

Why is it so hard to believe it hurt?
I'm not used to being treated like nothing
No, I didn't give him my heart
It had nothing to do with loving

It had everything to do with a game
One that chills me to the bone
The rules are to make a girl feel worthless
Force her to feel so alone

So is what I feel like a dream deferred?
Will it blow to smithereens any time?
I'll bottle it up and cork it
Keep it down till it blows to the sky 

R&R please??


Hasta la Bye Bye from CatCooper<3