Red, black and the White Stripes.

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, Jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Please don’t take him even though you can

I’m not a country kind of girl but the lyrics of this song is so beautiful, especially the first verse. And I especially love it when one of the most amazing bands on earth is covering it. Jack White is…sigh, no words for that man. I’ve practically been snorting Stripes’ songs these past couple of days, brings back memories. Or actually, it brings back old thoughts. Bittersweet.
The White Stripes – Jolene (Dolly Parton cover)
Mellow out

And when I wake tomorrow, I’ll bet that you and I will walk together again…

As clichéd as it sounds, true friends are really hard to find and you should really hold on to the ones that you have. Ofc, I’ve always known it, but with all the, childish, drama that surrounds the bore that is my life, I’ve really taken to a new level of appreciation of friends. It’s odd, when I think about it, I only have one true friend. One friend that I can tell whatever I want to, that can really help and comfort me when needed and that I can be completely ridiculous with, without feeling a tinge of shame. I thank the Big Chief, times a thousand, for this, because it really was Kismet. I met her in class, and not in any class…CHURCH CLASS! Yes, that’s some fucking random shit. Who would have thought that I would find a kindred spirit in freaking church? Not me, that’s for sure! And I never thought that she would be so important to me later in life, I found her nice and all, but never thought more of it. But when we went to camp, we kind of sought out to each other, since we were the only two fucking sane people there…and we are pretty questionable ourselves. Anyways, we shared a room and just started talking. And just like that, we were set, like lickity split. Seriously, it must have been fate, because it was so creepy how well we clicked in such a short time. I have some freaking sweet memories from that camp, all thanks to her. Actually, sweet memories overall. We went to a concert by one of my absolute favourite bands, and it was one of the best days of my life. We talk all the time and I just realize that it’s not everyday you get a friend like that. But I did. And I’m really thankful for that.

Tune of the day, a beautiful song that captures the purity of a real friendship. There’s a special, not corrupted, innocence about the relationship between two friends. Yah, anyways, here it is:

The White Stripes – We’re going to be friends

Random fact: After shooting the video for Hotel Yorba, there was still some roll left on the tape. Meg was so exhausted from shooting, she fell asleep on the couch. They decided to record the video right there, with Jack playing his acoustic and Meg just resting in a peaceful slumber. The whole video was done in one shot. Jack told the story, on MTV Fuse 100 %, and I just found it incredibly sweet. It brought a smile to my face.

Stay Mellow and Peaceful

I can’t stand it any longer. I need the fuel to make my fire bright…

The best twi-blog out there is, in my opinion, without a doubt Twitarded. It’s got the perfect mix of obsession and humor. I seriously laugh my ass off at every post. The best twi fanfic-blog is, again, in my opinion, the Lazy, Yet Discerning Ficster. It’s well substanced, but still has humor AND, the most important part, it covers everything fanfic! An impressively developed site, that’s for sure.

Tune of the day, that reminds me of one of the best fanfics I’ve read, Tropic of Virgo, by

The White Stripes – In the cold, cold night


Obsessive Compulsive Music Disorder

(Snatched from the OCMD)

I saw these pictures and found them so freaking adorable that I just had to post them, no credit to me though. Even though I’m not 100 % sure I understand them I think they’re sweet and not to mention perfectly random. I will certainly patiently wait for the next part. Because there’s got to be one…right?

Anyways, while I’m at it, I might as well recommend the website itself: the ocmd. It stands for the Obsessive Compulsive Music Disorder and as you can tell, it fits me to a tee. This is a great source for indie music, they always put up the newest music on the underground scene and covers big events, such as SXSW, which I wanted to go to sooo fucking badly, as well.I don’t know what I’d do without this site, I’d probably have no fucking clue as to what is going on right now.  Yeah, so check it out. Cause it’s great.

Mellow out dudes

There was no fear in my room when we got close.

I’ve noticed something about myself, everything I do, I do thinking of what will be the consequences. It’s like I always think of the future whenever I have to make a decision. I never do something just because I feel like it. I feel so lame by saying this, but where if not on my blog right? When it comes to boys, I always think of forever. It’s never: Oh he’d be fun to have in my life in the moment. It’s always: I’ll bet he’s really romantic and would do a great proposal, our kids would be so cute and I’m sure he’d be an awesome dad. Yes, THAT lame. Now, that’s the least of my problems when it comes to why I can’t find a boy but still. I have to stop putting so much pressure in finding the one. I should just keep an open mind and not think about it so much. I wonder if anyone thinks of me in that way, whether it’s sharing a future with me or just having some fun with me right now. When I think about it, it’s a definite no, but still. I can bet a zillion dollars that any of the boys I have ever thought about don’t have a clue that they’ve occupied my thoughts. So, you never know. It’s weird, even though I’m all angstridden and very cynical when it comes to love, I still believe in fate. I believe that everyone have someone they are meant to be with and I believe that I will meet that one person. That one boy who can make my insides tingle. That can make me burn up by just looking at me. That can make an electric current go through me just by touching me. That can make me feel beautiful by just giving me a smile. That can make me complete by just saying three short words: I. Love. You. Cheesy, right? Yah, I know. You got to admit it sounds heavenly though. I think I can handle cheesy if it means I’ll be happy. I just have to wait I guess. Wait and wait and wait. God, it’s alot of waiting.

Nada Surf – Your legs grow

Rant over

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first. Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse.

People stare. Alot. And the loveliest thing about it is that it’s always the wrong people who stare. Always everyone except for the one person you want to be noticed by, the one that you noticed yourself. Some people, or in my case one person, think it’s so goddamn easy. They nag about it like it’s nothing and think that it’ll solve the fucking puzzle when it’s the complete opposite, they make you feel like even more of a freak. Because it’s not like that. It’s not fucking easy like that. Everything is so fucking difficult. At first you try your hardest to make it happen, you try to take it into your own hands. Ofc, that doesn’t work. And then you think that maybe, you just have to wait. Let it come. Well I have waited for a while now and nothing’s happened. Because it’s not fucking like that. I’m tired of waiting for something to happen, I don’t even know what it is I’m waiting for. So fucking tired.

Tune of the day:

Rise Against – Swing life away

LSATYD, sigh…