summertime true blood.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE SUMMER!

If there's something I can't wait for, it's a new season of True Blood.

I love, love, love, love, LOVE that show.

The opening credits itself is so epic.

& ugh, Jesus the gardner, I just fucking LOVE this song.

GIANTS vs. dodgers.

i seem to have forgotten

the benefits of self-promotion.

hi everyone.

follow me on twitter

ask me anything on formspring
update yourself about hellfyre club

check out light meets night

get up on swagg news

& i promise

you'll be very happy.

eye heart yous.

(there is no) greater love.

i've been super stuck on amy winehouse lately.

i'm in love with her voice and the way she translates words into her music.

and i usually love her rendition of the songs she covers oh-so well.

there is no greater love than what i feel for you

no greater love, no heart so true

there is no greater thrill than what you bring to me

no sweeter song than what you sing to me

you're the sweetest thing i have ever known

and to think that you are mine alone

there is no greater love in all the world, it's true

no greater love than what i feel for you

you're the sweetest thing i have ever known

and to think that you are mine alone

there is no greater love in all the world, it's true

no greater love than what i feel for you

i've been mute.

I know, I know, I've been gone for a while. I'm on silent mode when it comes to this blog, regretfully enough. I'm keeping busy, picking up various writing assignments and what not. I've got a lot on my hands. That's my problem--I never know when's enough. Or even when to say no (when it comes to projects, you naughty kids). I tend to put a lot on my plate and I'm beginning to think I like feeling overwhelmed. I write for Swagg News and Light Meets Night and I intern for Hellfyre Club... Not to mention my personal life, in which the social aspect is totally kind of...forgotten about, haha.

Creatively, I've been at a standstill--I don't really write as much as I used to. Yes, it's because I'm not feeling emotional as I once used to, and all in vain I've even tried to replay every scene of heartbreak in my head in hopes that something worthy of literature would be born of it. Remembering something as heavy as that and actually going through all those moments have different effects on my creativity--writing about it in remembrance just doesn't have the same affect as opposed to writing about it as it played out. Or maybe I'm just too OCD about my writing..in any case, I've been uninspired.

Anyway, I've been going about my life without really knowing just what it is I wanted to do with it and I think I finally figured it out. Well, more like pieced the puzzle together based on the choices I've been making since 2009. It's kind of obvious to see that I'm leaning towards the music industry (underground, mainstream, those labels don't seem to exist anymore) and with the way I'm going with my writing...music journalism? With maybe a big position at a certain music label (cough Hellfyre cough)..

I just need to hurry up and get my ass back in school.

Oh, and side note, I'm totally addicted to It's A Grind's Funky Monkey.

Absolutely addicting.

PS) I love the way my Cosby sweater looks in this picture, haha.

he was, he was, but now he's not.

These walls scream his name,

Grabbing my attention like a bright flashing neon sign.

"I was here. I was here. And now I'm not."

These books, these sheets, these doors.

"I was here. I was here. And now I'm not."

Every corner of every room.

"I was here. I was here. And now I'm not."

It's enough to drive me insane.

The emptiness of his presence intensifies my imagination,

every car sounds like his.

Every footstep sounds like his.

Every jingle of keys.

Every car alarm.

Every closed car door.

Every knock.

Every doorbell.

Every voice.

Every laugh.

My ears strain to hear the sounds of his arrival,

heightened by my hopes and imagination.

"I was here. I was here. And now I'm not."

It's enough to drive me insane.

I imagine the warmth of his body on his side of my bed,

the steady pace of his heartbeat,

the soft sounds of his breathing...

I imagine the tickle of his hair,

but that's just what it is.

Imagination.

He was here. He was here. And now he's not.

It's enough to drive me insane.

rebounds? i don't think so.

I don't believe in rebounds.

Oh, sure, my experiences regarding the opposite sex (when it comes to relationships) are limited, if existent at all. I mean, I've barely stepped into my first serious relationship at the age of twenty-one and he's the only "notch in my bedpost". I didn't really start dating until I was seventeen or so, and the furthest I've ever went with a guy (before my boyfriend) was one drunken handjob that just...happened (seriously, I don't even know how it even came to play at the time). However, it would be a lie if I said I didn't go through a lot in that short of a time span (I laugh at my three year dating career). Like everything else about my life, it's been kind of...chaotic. But that's what makes me that much more interesting, I guess.

Before I go any further, let me shed a little light on my history.