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.