what is it about owl city that makes me have an itching urge to write yet, another boring post in my insignificant blog? not that i have any music sense, but i think the lyrics written by Adam Young totally hit me dead on. like a deer caught in headlights. but then again, so do many musicians who, for the most part, are "low key." unfortunately Owl City has gone mainstream which in turn causes his music to become more and more cookie cutter, aka. pop.

"you made my frown turn upside down, and now my worries are gone"

hmm. i wonder who that's about. :) but i shouldn't bore you with my mushy-gushy details about how awesome he is, huh? yeah, probably. this letdown, if it even is one, will probably cause you to log off my blog and bring you back to reality; realizing how stupid you must be for deciding to read the blog of a regular teenage experiencing growing pains.

The Scene Aesthetic. <3 it is love. especially Love Through Postcards. Written by the amazing Andrew de Torres.

"I know you're tired and you're broken and that every day's the same
You say the whole worlds full of liars and your lack of trust's to blame
But if you ask me this one timeI swear I wouldnt let you down
I swear Ill do my best to keep you around"

^^that verse is beautiful. a work of true art.

anyways, i need to get away from talking about music. stop, Phoebe, stop.
phoebe...my name...of much confusion. i fear that a name of unusualness like mine comes with it's perks. and its...so to speak; downers. like the random nicknames, misspellings, and that all too famous "oh, i know a dog/cat/pet with your name". ohwell, i guess it's another thing that makes me stand out from the crowd? or maybe its different-ness isnt enough, thus pushing me even more to uniformity. it's too hard to say. though i fear it's the later.

oh, i almost forgot! the whole reason why i decided to log onto the computer, and open an internet explorer web page which virtually connected me to the whole wide world, is because of a project. for spanish. about "calacas". they are used in a four-day celebration-type holiday known as day of the dead. or the cult of death. but to your supposed fasination, it is not a scary or sad holiday. it's happy; a party of sorts. in the house there are altars decorated with icons and items portraying the relatives who have passed on. tiny skulls of pressed sugar are decorated with icing and colored foil and then given to friends as a sign of affection; a little like valentines day. families go to have picnics in cemetaries and dance all day and night. bands play and feasting takes place. isn't it amazing to not be worried about death? no mourning or anything. What an amazing way to live. no worries; just happiness. which is why it's nest to live life to the fullest., right? i think so. and i'm trying to, my hardest.

well back to reality, i was just "repremanded" for writing on a silly, little blog that means nothing. no one is reading this; i know. an online journal for everyone's eyes. no important. at all. there's things that come first which i should probably get back to. like drama. and my boyfriend. and friends. and homework. and the fact that i have an entire article to write about a vegetarian restaurant that has won multiple awards but virtually unknown by the students at my school. it was an accident i found it actually...but that's a story for another day. not that anyone's anticipating my next blog. or actually reading this.

well i guess that's my current growing pain, until next time.

peace. love. happiness. snowboarding.

i fear it has been a long while since i have sat down to post about the insignificant cirle which i exist in. quite boring if anyone was to watch my life like a movie. but once in a while, like any great failure, there is a point where some truly hilarious/amazing/tragic/weird/crappy things are set into action and we realize the main character is having a "moment" or moments.

and these moments, my friend, are what i am here to share with you today. though in too many words so to speak as to not name drop. and off i go...

where shall i start? maybe with how the sophomore year of south county high school is not as enjoyable as i might have imagined. yes, it has it perks: youre not a freshman. boyfriend. friends. new friends. but then again it has it's extreme lows. downers. turnoffs?

--pause!--

Jasey Rae; by All Time Low, just came on. actually, i just put it on. and my god, this song is like my life story. or not. for someone who talks so incredibly much, i am at a lost for words. i have no idea how to explain the feeling i get when this song lulls me to sleep and seeps into my ears. a sort of deja vu that i am dying to live over and over and over again. sad, almost tragic. yet oddly happy. a sort of...oh, i dont know. reassurance persay. just a thought.

--unpause!--

so where were we? highschool? ah,yes. the turnoffs, countless, of being in sophomore year of highschool. first off, i hate chemistry. the mere mention of its name causes me to cringe in hatred. wait, i dont HATE it, i'm trying not to hate anything. except, of course, the unlikeable. but chemistry. the thing is, I'm sure it would be a far more enjoyable subject if it wasn't for the fact that my teacher fails to properly teach. i mean, she took more than two lessons to explain "sold-liquid-gas" to us. Then only 20 minutes for the impossibly challenging "specific heat" and equations. what's worse? she talks in a way that is quick but can not be understood. to tell you the truth, i have no idea how to study for my unit test tomorrow. i dont actually understand what's on the test! I do believe that is an indicator that something in this class has gone terribly, terribly bad. like sour milk. or violence. or me not snowboarding. or littering.
woah! i think i got a little bit off topic. back to the cons of being a tenth grader. so chemistry is a no-no. then there is the endless drama. and it's not just itty-bitty freshman drama. its intense. there's the permits, and sex, and boys. endless boys. and girls too. PSAT's. self-esteem. and the weird sensation that everything is so much easier to fail now. i am unevitably failing World History 2, why? because i haven't turned in a few homework assignments. I do find that to be a tad bit unfair. then again, i haven't been doing too well in the quiz side of life either. but that will change. i promise.

now onto other matters. boys, perhaps? as much as it is just a little weird to admit on a blog that no one reads, yet could be read by everyone, i have found a fantastic boy. so what if he's just a tad (try 9 months) younger than me? he doesn't look it. then again, i don't exactly look like a sophomore either. but yes, he's quite something. i won't bore you with the details at the moment. :)

anything else to bore us with? - this is what you're probably thinking right now. and the answer to this rude yet accurate question is: yes. i do.

snowboarding season is right around the corner. which means i've been running everyday and trying to do crunches and what not. my big goal this season is to compete in contests and try to get myself sponsored. if i can do that, then i can progress 10x more. my ultimate goal is to be getting flow before i graduate highschool. but that, my friend, is where the hard work comes in. i need a job. money. rides. new boots. new helmet. new board. and a lot of slope time. not to mention footagee.

but i guess that, for now, is my growing pain. and with that i bid you goodbye. until next time.