"So many people gonna say that they want you..."

"...they try to get you thinkin' they really care. But there is nothin' like the warmth of the one who has put in the time and you know he's gonna be there. " -Gavin DeGraw

It's time for me to split the people in my life into two columns (Office season 8 reference). On one side, the people who genuinely care about me, and on the other, the people who don't. There was once a time, a long time ago, when I didn't care if people were genuine towards me, I only cared if they acknowledged my existence and acted like I was an ok gal to be around. Well guess what? That time is over. So here's to spending more time with the people that matter, and less time with the people who bring me down.

Feelin' Two Foot Small

I've felt small as of late. As in, I have felt small in the world. A lot is asked of me in school and work and other things and I can easily feel overwhelmed. More than once, these past few weeks, I have found some place to be alone and just broken down. While I've heard its healthy to do that every once in a while, it makes me feel weak.
Remembering what happened ten years ago today makes me feel even smaller. Until I open my eyes and see everyone's flag waving proudly and everyone online paying homage to the land of the free and home of the brave. I could not be prouder to be a part of this great nation that pulls together to remember and pay tribute to those who were lost in so great a tragedy. And then I don't feel so small anymore.

I sometimes listen to music....ok, always.

In the car. In my room. On a jog. On a bike ride. I'm listening to music. I sing. I dance. I get jiggy. You get it.

I'm not sure when this started, but my obsession with lyrics, melodies, and instruments has been with me a very long time. I grew up in a family surrounded, practically drowning, in music. Now, as an adult, my music tastes have changed quite a bit, but the old stuff stays with me. I have broad tastes as well. In one playlist I can go from Chopin to The Strokes to Jason Aldean without skipping a beat (Figuratively, of course. Obviously there were some skipped beats there).
Music is so much a part of my life, sometimes the only way I can think of to express my mood or my thoughts is through lyrics. Hence, the name of this blog :)
So stay tuned in the future for words of brilliant lyricists whom I practically worship.

This. Is. My. Blog.

Howdy. Yes, the name of my blog is the first line of a song by One Republic called "Come Home." It happens to be what played when my alarm went off this morning so that's what was in my head when the website asked me to give this blessed website a name. I like it, though. I also thought about naming it "HEY! Listen up, fools!!" but I thought that sounded a little harsh.
I'll be typing some thoughts here now and then when I have too much to fit in 140 characters on Twitter. That's where I usually say exactly what I'm thinking, which can be dangerous to the 3 people who follow me. Jk. I have like...20 followers. Don't judge.