Autumn's Coming. 09/16/2011
The breeze on your shoulders. Did you feel it? I did. And it's an oh, so securing feeling. The temperature slowly drops, and the jackets begin to creep out from the back of your closet. Gloves slip themselves over your fingers and hats hop onto your head. They become your new best friends in the blustery, early mornings of September. Cheeks blush more brightly, and Hot Cocoa warms your lips. It's indescribable. Not many know this about me, but somehow, the cold winds and dissappearing sun always make me feel comforted. The way you can just slip on your old black coat and everything will feel alright. It'll make you feel warm inside. And don't get me started on the way I feel on top of the world when I walk to school in the cold of 7:00 am. You'll just see me, walking alone down Little Canada Rd. I'll be wearing my coat, jeans and shoes. My fingers peeking out of my texting gloves that are keeping my ipod warm while it plays 'Brielle' and 'The Real World' over and over. The leaves dance around my feet and I have a little staring contest with the sidewalk. It usually wins. The only way I can get him to give up is to tickle the cracks beneath me with my tattered, old converses. I'll push through the glass for you to hear me say hello, and quickly run down three flights of stairs. Sadly, though i have to put away my little mittens, hat and scarf until later. Because at school, that's when they take their nap. The day drags on, and I long to run away from here. Out to the middle of no where. The place I feel at home. Eventally I'll get there. When I walk back, the sun is higher in the sky, and there's more leaves than in the morning. I think the other leaves fell because they wanted to join their lost friends on the ground. The small red leaf fell to the ground but reached out his hands to the green leaf still on the tree. He whispered "Fall, I'll catch you." and she pushed herself off the tree with all her might, to be with the one she loved. I smiled at that thought as I took my long-short-cut through the woods today. I stopped to sit on the old rusty abandoned swing set that no one else seems to play on, except me. It made me miss you. The empty swing next to me creaked as the breeze pushed it back and forth. As if an old friend were next to me. As Lonely Lullaby came on, the wind stopped it's speech, and left my side. Leaving an unmoving swingset to my right. I turned to watch the toys go back to their happy playing as I walked off toward my cozy little house. My Breath dissappeard as quickly as it had come, and my fingers curled up inside my mittens to keep warm. It was a sentimental feeling to me, a feeling that's so dear to my heart. The feeling that my lips will be meeting Hot Cocoa soon. And I'll get to do this all over again the very next morning. Truly, I'm blessed to see the world this way. Every day.  5 Comments Photography. 08/31/2011
Currently, I'm listening to Brielle by Sky Sailing, and looking through my photos. I didn't know what to Blog about today, so this gave me a marvelous Idea. Why not make a blog with photos, and music? Amazing Idea Right? Anyways, I've never been the most skilled photographer, but every now and then I get a pretty gorgeous shot. I'm better at picniking, than taking photos, so I guess I'll show you some of my awesome shots, and my picniked ones(: Most of my photography is inspired by Music, Nature, and Art, so Enjoy!(: p.s. I didn't take some of these photos, I just edited them(: and I hope you enjoy this song! You can play it if you want, but it's definitely one of my favorites! Brielle by Sky Sailing. Dear Adam... 08/24/2011
If you ever read this, thank the Lord. Because it's written straight from my heart, and put into words on this blog. Your my hero. I don't know if you knew that. There are 6 Billion+ people on this earth, and I could look up to any one of them, but it's you Adam. It's you. I look up to you, your my role model. And I only hope that someday I could be like you, having such a strong faith, and being able to put it into words. When I'm down, or under the weather, your the one person who can pull me back up. I just go in my room shut out the lights and put my 'Adamm(:' playlist on shuffle. Your music just drifts one away from the outside world, away from all the pain and suffering, and brings them to a place where there are cotton candy clouds, and mango sunsets. The beat is intoxicating. It just makes someone want to runaway and leave everything behind. Your music is truly a work of art. I did find myself going through a rough time the past couple of years, and you were my remedy to some problems i was having. 'If my heart was a house' topped it all off. It just made me feel better 24/7. If I'm ever in need of inspiration, your story from the your parents basement to top of the charts, really helps me believe in my dream. Sometimes I'll start giving up, but then fireflies will come on, and i remember everything. It helps me to stand back up, no matter what knocks me down. And i know. that you should Never ever give up. It's the worst emotional thing that can happen to someone. Adam, i wonder every day if you know how amazing you are. Something about your witty sense of humor, and your personality really catches my eye. I remember watching you play 'Honey and the Bee'. I was in front row, with my bright red hair, and golden yellow Baret hat. Maybe you remember me? Anyways, I remember thinking to myself. "Wow. He's just so...amazing. I wish i could do that someday, and have only as much talent." Because truly, you are one of the most talented and outgoing people i've ever heard of. You being so shy, and getting up onstage, doesn't cease to amaze me. I've been through that before, and in the end, i was always saying "I need to do it again." I know what it's like to be afraid to talk to someone you don't usually talk to over the phone. And when both of us might know what that's like, It amazes me how you get up on stage, and play for thousands of people at a time. Since day one on December 25, at 8:56 am, when my brother Hayden bought me the 'Ocean Eyes' CD after hearing 'Panda Bear' A number of months before, I've had any amount of your music on shuffle and replay on my ipod. I never stop listening to it, it's addicting. (but in a good way.) Anyways Adam, I hope you know how big of a piece you are in my life, and how important you are to me. Thank you for caring so much about your fans, and for everything you've down, good job on how far you've come, and i hope the years to come will bring you even farther. I love you. So. Much. More than words can tell, and i can't wait to finally see you face to face someday(: God Bless you, Adam. Sincerely, Bethany Taylor P.S. Tell the band I say hi(;    The I AM. Project. 08/23/2011
I have a friend who is one of my favorite Hoot Owls on twitter. She's known as @DelitciaPajamas. She's come up with a new Project called the I AM. Project. It does have relevance to Owl City, So if your a fan yourself I suggest you get creative, and contribute to this Project(: What you do, is you take a picture of yourself wearing the Owl City I AM. Shirt, or you can also draw a picture of yourself wearing it if you don't own one, and send it to DelitciaPajamas@hotmail.fr I'm not quite sure what it's for yet, but you can find all the details at http://thetwentysixthfirefly.tumblr.com/post/9262180917/i-am-project Don't wait any longer! Do it now. Like RIGHT NOW, because you only have until August 31st to do it, according to @onthewinq. This is an important thing to me, as it is to Delitcia(: so please do it! Good luck on your photos and Drawings my darling Hoot Owls! I love you(: -<3,Bethany P.S. This project was entirely @DelitciaPajamas idea, I'm just helping spread the word(: thanks for reading!   The Real World. 08/23/2011
Have you ever thought about what Living in a cloud would be like? I know I have. I bet you could sit on top of your very own cloud and cartwheel and somersault all over the place with out ever falling through. And if you were ever Hungry, you could take a handfull of the cloud and it would taste like what ever you wanted. And if you were ever in need of something, you could build it out of the little pieces of cloud you snatch up. Similar to that movie Hercules, where zeus takes the handful of cloud and makes it into a pegasus for baby Hercules :3 If i were tired, i would build a bed. or maybe even sleep on the cloud itself since it looks so soft. Yeah. That's what I'd do. The clouds Captivate me. I've always been so curious about clouds. They just float up there in the sky, and say "hey. I'm a cloud. Sometimes I rain, and sometimes I keep you cool from the hot, hot sun. I just float here. No matter what time of day." That's what they do. And they must enjoy it. Unless they get angry and start a ruckus of tornadoes. Clouds are just so beautiful. Like a dream.  Speaking of Dreaming. I have this friend. Her name is Emily. There's this little place we like to go, like our own little dream. We just go there, and we hide for hours. We do whatever we like, with no one to stop us. It's a place where all the children chase after Black Puppies on the beach. And we watch as our loves teach the little ones how to swim. Where milk mustache's are the most adorable thing, when paired with black pajamas. Where there is no work, and it's always time for long walks on the beach, or dangling your feet from a dock, into the crystal blue ocean. The weather's always nice, and the sun is always out. Where they treat us like we've always dreamed of. Calling us Darling, or beautiful. And kissing our hair more often than they kiss our lips. It's perfect. It's the best dream world i've ever entered, and we're determined to make it come true. You may think it's weird, us being teenagers and having an imaginary world, but your never too old for an imagination. Never. In fact, I'm blessed to have one. I'm blessed to have this dream to share with the most amazing girl in the world. She's really my best friend, and nothing can take the dream away from us. Because were halfway there to living it. The best part is when we get to watch Little Indigo, Aspen, and Emmett playing in the sandbox we built. Their adorable, and they always will be, even though i haven't even met them yet. You think I'm crazy? Then get out of here. Because were dreamers and it's what dreamers do. They dream.  Your Still an Innocent. 08/17/2011
Let's talk about someone. Taylor Swift. I love Taylor! To me, her music is Divine. It has such feeling, like you were walking in her shoes. As if the point of the song, had happened to you. There are a couple of her songs I grew up listening to. I have a very distinct memory of me sitting in my room, with the door locked. It was raining that day, therefore, i could not go outdoors to frolic and what not. It was gloomy, there were rare flashes of lightning, and a few distant rumbles of thunder. I was snacking on Chex Mix, and switching between reading a book online, and playing minesweep on my brother's lap top. I was listening to 'Mary's Song' by the one and only, Taylor Swift. In Fact, that was the only song I listened to back then. I recently fell back in love with it. You see, in her music, She talks a lot of the crap this life brings us. Growing up, Bad boyfriends, hurting someone, being in love, and all sorts of things like that. It's just the way it is. In the song 'innocent', I really find hope in that song. You may not know this about me, but there's a lot of times that I feel like a mistake. One second i'll do something right, and then i'll just feel like i got lucky or something. Like it wasn't meant to be for me to do the right things. It hasn't ever gotten to a point where i just can't take it anymore, nor will it ever. it's really hard to explain. In that song there's a part that says "It's alright, just wait and see, your string of lights are still bright to me. Oh who you are is not where you've been, your still an innocent" There was a time I was constantly getting in trouble and doing the wrong things, and those memories still haunt me. But at that point in the song, it gives me hope. It's not always going to be like this. Things will change, things will get better. It makes me feel like a somebody. Get what i'm saying? You don't have to do everything right. In fact, if you did do everything the 'right way', i would think something is wrong with you, or that you were a robot or something. Making Mistakes is what makes life beautiful. You learn from them. So why be perfect? Why can't you just stay young, make mistakes, and see everything the way a child does? That's what i think Taylor's saying in her song 'Never Grow up'. Don't grow up, just stay young. It seems things were so much easier when we were all little toddlers, unable to reach the sink on our own. We always had someone on our side helping us get through life. Someone to keep us safe. I often feel that way. Like i wish i were still little, and had the World brought to my door. When pictures were extraordinary things we couldn't ever imagine being possible. I think it's just that Taylor's music is so relatable. She writes from the heart, and from past experience, that I guarantee you, every kid goes through something similar at some point in her life. Taylor is just a people kind of person, am i right? I think so. Anyway, if you feel like your a mistake, your not. God brought you into this world for a reason, so get up and go see what it is. Don't just waste your life sitting on your couch watching the Young and The restless, eating McDonald's and saying "woe is me". You DO have a purpose. everyone does. And you never know, maybe you're the purpose of someone else. Something told them, they needed to find you, and someday, they will. And Thankfully, Taylor put that into words and taught me that. -<3,Bethany  Dictionarys, Summer Days, and Dessert. 08/10/2011
Guise. We need to talk about something. Dictionaries. What is a dictionary? A dictionary is a book containing a selection of words of a language, usually arranged alphabetically, giving information about their meanings, pronunciations, etymologies, inflected forms, etc., expressed in either the same or another language. All words in this magical book contain words from A to Z. Currently in the Illustrated Oxford Dictionary the first word is; A: the first letter in the english alphabet. And the current last word is Zygote: a cell formed by the union of two gametes. Most people think dictionaries are boring, books of words. No pictures, nothing interesting. But I've been lucky to have inherited an Illustrated copy. How fun. And actually, I've learned a lot of words reading through it. Yes. I've read the dictionary before. Nerdy Much? Indeed, yes. Ooh. My favorite word.  You may be asking, Who reads the dictionary during the summer? Well, i must inform you that I'm not reading it right now. Actually, I'm watching a movie. All morning, I've had the channel switched to FX. Yes, because good movies come on this channel almost 12 hours a day. Currently, Joy Ride is on. It gives me chills. It's kind of scary. Expecially when Three young people on a road trip from Colorado to New Jersey talk to a trucker on their CB radio, and then have escape when he turns out to be a psychotic killer. Now isn't that pleasant? Who doesn't wanna be chased by a psychotic killer? Goodness. I for one, don't ever want that to happen to me. Hmm..Whenever that guy talks it makes me think of Owen Wilson. 'Cause he sounds like Owen Wilson! Jussayin'. I'm also snackin' on some popcorn, and a juicebox, listening to 'If my Heart was a House' for the 100th time today. I love that song with all of my heart. OH MY GOSH! RUSTY NAIL JUST CALLED LEWIS WHILE HE WAS ASLEEP IN HIS BED! This is bad! Now they all have to run, because the psychotic killer is stalking them! *locks doors* Ok. This guy is psychotic. He painted 'lewls' on the street sign. o.o I'm not one to watch scary movies on my own, but today, I feel like making an exception. I realize this section was quite random, but I'm just typing what comes from my mind. If you ever lay eyes on this movie (Joy Ride, 2001) I suggest if you like thrilling movies, that you watch it. Never mind. I take it back. I'm turning it off. It's too scary for me. :P Yes. I took a picture of my television.  A twinkies commercial just came on. And I really hate Twinkies. Their disgusting. I can't stand the cream icing/frosting stuff inside. It's disgusting. They just sit there, taunting you in their wrapper. I hate these, and all other Little Debbie products. Their just too sweet. It's like biting into a giant lump of sugar. Blegh. I get sick just thinking about it. Ugh. I can't explain my hate for twinkies in words. There just... Eww. If you hate twinkies, consider me a friend. I mean at one point in my life, i loved twinkies, but then i took a bite out of one, one day and i was just sick. I like cosmic brownies though(: OH MY GOSH. AZIZ ANSARI IS THE BEST SINGER EVER! (30 minutes or less commercial) haha(: random.    Thanks for reading(: Leave a comment, Tweet this, or like it on facebook!! until next time my darlings, -<3,Bethany Wishes are a Chain Reaction. 08/09/2011
Hi. It has come to my attention that today's society has become a complete dream state. I mean, how many times in a day do you hear someone begin a sentence with "I wish.."? I admit, I say something along those lines everyday. Maybe it could be "I wish I lived next to the ocean." or "I wish that had never happened." Saying "I wish." is equivalent to being in a constant state of regret. You regret doing what you did, to pull the chain reaction of "I wish that had never happened." do you get what I'm saying? You see, I'm always dreaming. Whether I'm asleep or awake, the things I dream about, I wish to happen. that's the whole point of dreaming right? Mind, the thin line between dreams and nightmares, since nightmares are things we wouldn't want to happen. Whereas, dreams are the same as "I wish.", and are things we want to happen. I'm not saying it's bad to wish for things. Not at all. In fact wishing is a good thing with a hint of sourness on the side. When you wish for something. it's bringing out hope inside of you. Hope for the future, hope for the best of things. And when all that hope builds up inside of you, you start to believe that what your wishing for will happen. But things start to get sour when you have high expectations. Because, what if your wish didn't come true? It's a trial of faith. That's what it is. Did you believe that it would happen? The power of faith brought you to believing. Now let me ask again, but from a different perspective. Did you trust god that it would happen? Congratulations. You just experienced what faith really is. You see, whatever your dreaming about, there's some type of faith playing a part. Whether it's the faith in your religion, or hope that builds up, someday your "I wish." 's will come true. You just need to believe it will happen. Now let's review. -you dream about something. -when you think about that dream, you really want it to happen. -which causes you to say "I wish [I would get famous]" -you hope with all your heart it will happen. -which makes you have faith that it will. -and then you start to believe. -high expectations may or may not tear you down, -you realize what real faith is. (coming from religion, or just plain out hope)  When you really think about it, it's like being a kid again. When you were young, you always wanted something. Whether you knew for sure you were going to get it or not. But then, when you grew up, you were more mature, and figured out that you don't always get what you want. (I know this, from experience with my own parents) that's why kids often get into trouble, or get hurt. Because, they were young enough to believe in what they wished for, and what they wanted. I'm not saying that this happens with all adults, but it seems like a repetitive trend with most adults in my life. They were once young. They dreamt and got into trouble themselves. They took the risk, and jumped from the cliff, to see if they would find something better than what they had at the moment. Hope, faith, wishing, and dreaming, all play a part in how life will work out for you. The dreamer sold out MSG in 10 minutes. That's because she took the risk of others criticizing her when she showcased her voice. But the girl who was up till late hours working the cash register realized that it was all she thought about. "this isn't getting me anywhere." she thought. Well she was right. She knew she needed to take the risk. Even if it meant quitting her job. "don't ask god to direct your paths, if your not willing to move." a wise person said. And he was right. If your praying and hoping with all your heart that god will take you somewhere far, he's not going to do it for you, you have to be willing to take the risks, and To fall one more time. -<3,Bethany Dreams Don't turn to Dust. 07/30/2011
I had the lovely oppurtunity to see Owl City in concert last night, at the 'Legendary' Roy Wilkin's Auditorium. My mind, was blown. My Mother, Lexie, and I, waited in front of the doors for three hours. Voices echoed down the cool, empty hallways, almost an eerie feeling. Usually the place was buzzing with excitement, but today, for some reason, the place was quite empty. We walked up and down the corridors, only to see empty rooms through clear glass windows. Adam's tour bus was parked out back, we stood in front of the bus, trying to see if Adam might be inside. Creepy right? From one fan to another, I think you would do it too. We walked back to see a thrill of excitement buzzing in the area we had been waiting in. Apparently, the girl who had given Brandon his water bottle won a free meet and greet pass. She would be meeting my adam after the show. Somebody, was jealous.. When more people had arrived, groups of kids walked in the door, hoping to get a meet and greet. They were all turned away, as a band member had told them "Sorry girls, We already gave it away. Better luck next time." and closed the door. I only wished that I could've won the pass. It would've been a dream come true. I quickly blew it off, not realizing what it would feel like in the morning. Hours later, We all ran through the door, to get the best seats possible. Luckily, my party had gotten front row. Front row where Adam would be five feet away. Front row where Mat just might slap some hands. Front row, the best spot in the auditorium. Hours went by, Unwed sailor presented us with a surprise, as did Mat Kearney. When the lights dimmed for the one and only Owl City, the crowd went into a hush, until Laura and Hannah appeared on the stage. Everyone Cheered. The lights were crazy, it was a night of friends and family, Sneaky Songs, and short discussions of shyness and Taco Johns. As the night progressed, I tried and tried to get the shot of Adam waving at me, and finally Succeeded. Adam, may i say, I loved the faces you made at me. Your extremely adorable when you pout, actually I would rather have you than fall in chocolate. In fact it [the yacht club] was the best performance of the night. One moment it was cute facial expressions, and the next chairs were in the air, cotton candy and teddy bears were flying, and there was a brief moment when the whole band was jumping in mid-air. Including the guy backstage with the neatly hand-woven poncho. The lights were ridiculously colorful and bright. I had the feeling, when you waved at me, that what you said about me being a family member to you, was true. I felt welcome. Of course, being such an emotional and shy person myself, I couldn't help but to start sobbing when He sang Lonely Lullaby. The song that lulls me to sleep every night, after taking that crazy magic pill that only my dear Emily has experienced, was making me cry. I felt his emotion. It made me feel empty. You may think I'm being over dramatic, but maybe that's just the way I am. Eventually the performance came to an end with me crying again as he sang my favorite tune, "If my heart was a house." It was beautiful. It was extravagant. It was purely amazing. I walked out the doors, begging my mother to take me out back to wait for Adam to come out. Failing at convincing her, I suggested taking a short walk to the Merchandise Table, to see if He might be there. I didn't make it there either. I had a present for Adam. I'd hoped to give it to him, but better luck next time. Walking, on the phone with my best friend [Emily] we talked excitedly, discussing the best night of my life. The best night. Ever. When I'd finally made it home that night, I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of being center stage, or doing a duet with yours truly.  I woke up sad beyond compare. Despite having an amazing night five feet from the most amazing person on earth, something was missing. The crumpled note for Adam was still in my back pocket, and I'd never gotten to give him a hug. I once again, felt empty. Like I'd lost everything. Every night before the concert at 11:11, even though i don't really believe in superstitions, I wished the same words; "I wish that I'll meet Adam at the concert, to get a picture with him, and have enough courage to ask him for a hug." then I'd quickly glance at the clock to make sure that it wasn't 11:12 and that the wish hadn't lost effect. Everything I wished for didn't happen, and I now have nothing left to wish for. Maybe it didn't work because it wasn't meant to be, or maybe it was because my faith in GOD is stronger. "For he is the saving grace of the Galaxies."I found myself watching his performance of Lonely Lullaby repeatedly on my camera, sobbing alone in my small room. Story of an Owl City addict. I just wished i could've met him so much, that it hurt. The day was filled with Should haves, and could haves. Not the best day i hope you can see. I suppose I'll keep wishing for next year, when i hope to attend his next performance. Maybe I'll succeed. But Adam if you ever read this, I hope you'll understand how important you are to me, and that maybe it will inspire you to wait for me outside the doors at your next concert. Someday, I know, I'll meet you like i've been waiting for. God bless you, Adam, because I now know, that dreams don't turn to dust. -<3, Bethany.  |
