"Everything Happens for A Reason."

"The universe has a way of picking and choosing the right times for things." -Anthony Trandicosta

Do you realize how all romance films are the same? There are two types of romance films. This first one is the "We are best friends but we're in love" story, That one goes like this: Two best friends go their whole life loving each other  and never realize it until they have a big fight and the truth comes out. Usually it end happy. The second type is "The two strangers who are meant to be." This one is the one that gets better ratings overall, probably because it's what everyone wants to happen. Two people meet each other and either they absolutely hate each other or they are immediately attracted to one another. After a while, the get together and it's all good. Until there's a blow out fight, they break up, there's a montage of some sort, and one or the other realizes what they did was wrong and they end up happy again.

I'm sure that there is someone out there for everyone. At every moment of everyday there is a girl and a guy wondering why they haven't found the love of their life. Or they are debating to stop looking for love. That's the problem. You aren't supposed to look for love. Love comes TO you. The fun part is letting t hit you out of nowhere, when you least expect it! But  can guarantee that if you sit on the sidelines pretending to wait for love to find you, it still won't come. Patience, confidence, and and open mind is all it takes. A new friend of mine said it best; "The universe has a way of picking and choosing the right times for things."

Well world, that's all for now. 

Until next time,

Stay loving!

A Feeling of Guilt.

Have you ever had a friend and did something really messed up to them, where they stopped talking to you and you felt like a complete jerk? 

And then when you find them after years and years over a website and just by seeing  their name you wonder if they still hate you? 

I just experienced that.

Here's a story:

When I was in 8th grade I met this boy. His name, Chris Jones. He was funny and smart and always knew how to make me laugh. we became pretty good friends and eventually found out that our mothers had worked together in the same place. Which, of course, only made us closer. He would come over often and we would play video games with my siblings and we would have so much fun.Well, one night we stayed up for about 12 hours talking on the phone and after realizing how many things we had in common we had came to the conclusion that we should date. He had asked me to be his girlfriend and I had accepted. I was happy at the moment but the very next day he came over and we were sitting on the couch together. I didn't realize it when I accepted but while we were sitting on the couch in my head all I could think was "Holy cow, this guy is like my brother. I can't be his girlfriend." and of course I felt like a jerk when I told him because for a minute there I thin we both thought that we found something good. But we were just too close and too much like siblings. 

Well I'm sure you can imagine that that made things a little tense between us. We ended up not as close. Well being a VERY immature 8th grader, a friend of mine and I decided to make a fake Myspace of a white girl whose name I can't remember. (Although the name Alicia is poking at my thoughts) We, my friend and I, decided to add Chris as a friend. We told him that she was my cousin and we were trying to get information out of him regarding his liking and intentions with me. Eventually he found out and he wasn't too happy about it. It ended a friendship that had ended because we attempted a relationship that probably should have never happened.

Well, I just today, found Chris on Facebook. After all these years, all I had to do was see his name and I felt like a jerk. What I did back then was very stupid and very wrong. The first thing I thought as I sent Chris a Facebook friend request was "I wonder if he still hates me?"

That is, if he ever hated me to begin with. We had a very special friendship. And thinking back on it was probably one of the best friendships that I had when I first moved to Las Vegas. And whether or not it was my fault directly or indirectly, I regret making that stupid fake Myspace and I can only imagine what we would be like now if none of that ever happened.

So this is me forever apologizing Chris Jones. I am sorry for being a dumb 8th grader back in the day. I miss our friendship of sitting on the floor for hours playing Crash Bandicoot, tickle fights, wrestling, and the taking off and throwing of socks... Those were the good days. I hope your life is swell!

A Love for Music

So today I have decided to go with a different format than I usually use.

I'm feeling a little creative today.

I'm feeling a little....

I remember myself as a child listening to music and loving to sing along with it.

So I guess that's when it all started.

With one tiny, insignificant

voice.

I have always loved to sing. 

To me a person's voice is the best instrument they can play.

I loved hearing my own voice.

Not so much in a conceited way but in a way that way appreciative.

I loved that I could express my feelings through my musically talented voice.

My next musical memory that I remember was always playing the "air violin."

I still to this day absolutely adore the sound of the violin. 

I remember telling myself that I was going to learn it and play in some really big orchestra.

Then when I was in maybe second or third grade, the school I was in had a miniature recess.

During that recess, my best friend at the time and I would go into this little room with a piano.

It was then that she taught me how to play "Heart and Soul."

That was the first day I was influenced by a non-bodily instrument.

I fell in love with the piano and always wanted to play it. 

I don't necessarily remember what brought it up but shortly after that my parent's put me in piano lessons.

I HATED taking lessons. 

I don't remember if it was the teacher or if I just didn't like putting forth the effort. 

I just remember not ever wanting to go back.

Eventually I was given a keyboard as a gift.

I would spend countless hours sitting on my floor playing and listening to the songs that were on it.

I wanted to learn everyone. 

I grew tired of hearing the same songs over and over again.

I would hear songs on the radio and think of the tunes is my head and them play them on my keyboard.

I played piano for about seven years before I learned how to read notes. 

I still struggle to read notes.

Now, I  know how to read notes but I can't sit down, look at a music book and play the piano.

I still mainly play by ear.

THEN...

I would find myself becoming more and more attracted to the sound of guitar.

The older I got the more I appreciated hearing guitar. 

Something inside my soul would always be moved whenever hearing the sound of someone playing guitar.

For the longest time I envied those who could play any amount of guitar. 

The longer I went without taking the initiative to learn the more I yearned to play.

One day, my best friend's uncle [Sean], that I've spoken about in a previous post, came over to the house.

He is a large Dave Matthews Band fan and I heard him playing some of their songs.

Instantly my heart melted and I explained to him how I wished to play.

At that point in time he offered to teach me what he knew. 

I probably looked like a little kid who's wish had finally came true.

A long life dream that I've had to play my absolute favorite instrument has come true.

I have probably been playing guitar now for 3 or 4 months now.

I'm no guitar genius but just like with everything else in life, the more I practice the better I'm getting.

I'm so thankful for Sean igniting that tiny spark that I had.

Soon enough it will be a full blown flame that will have me writing my own music!

or at least I hope :)

But on a different note; a much less creative  note anyway, I am being educated. "Educated how" you ask? Well Sean not only is teaching me what he has to know about guitar. He is now teaching me all he knows within his film making expertise! He has created an extremely long list of the movies I have not seen and that he owns and is having me watch them. He's 'putting some culture in my life.' "How's this for culture?" -Seven. Not only has he accumulated a plethora of movies for me to indulge myself in, he has also supplied me with a list of around 60 songs with CD's to match for me to listen to. All of songs or artists that I have never heard of. He has also made me aware of all the books and books of plays that he has in his closet. I was told that I will read some of them. I have NO problem what so ever, doing this. I am excited to soak up as much knowledge in films, music, books, and plays as I possibly can. It will be a very exciting next few months. :) 

NOW  LET THE LEARNING BEGIN!  

THANKS ALL FOR READING.

UNTIL NEXT TIME,

STAY MUSICAL!

"Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns."

Actually, I would prefer if you DID NOT send in the clowns.

Alright, so I'm afraid of clowns. So what? I had actually attempted to Google- image a picture of a clown to post with this entry but I couldn't do it, so I thought of something else instead. 

Anyway, I have absolutely no idea why it is that I have a fear of clowns. I suppose it is a common fear although there is a difference between a phobia and just being afraid of something. Nothing ever happened to me as a child. Not that I can remember anyway. I was never harmed or influenced by a clown. But any portrayal of a clown absolutely terrifies me. Many people joke and poke fun at me when they see me jump and cover my face or automatically turn the other way, but it is something that I have to live with. If I have kids later on in life I will not be able to enjoy taking them to a circus. I try at all costs to avoid haunted houses during Halloween. While my friends suggest that we go to various haunted houses I have to constantly remind them how just the sight of a clown's face temporarily stops my heart and shortens my breath and sends a warning of shock throughout my body. 

I suppose seeing a person with a pale face, and a painted on smile doesn't appeal to me in the slightest. 

Why did I choose to talk about this? I'm not even sure. Recently people try to trick me into watching movies about clowns. I don't appreciate it. So if you are one of those people, STOP IT.

I, just the other night, had a dream, or you can say nightmare, of a clown. Well actually it was grandfather dressed as a clown and he was trying to scare me. And needless to say, it worked. The dream seemed so real that when I woke up I felt like i was still cowering in the corner like I had been to hide from the clown. I hate clowns. H.A.T.E

I tried to convince myself once that I would dress up as a clown for Halloween. Yea well, ya know what? That isn't going to happen. I'd probably cry and all the makeup would run off. 

Anyway, for all you other victims of Coulrophobia out there, stay strong! :)

That's all for now. 

Until later,

I'm out!

p.s.

if you are afraid of clowns and are looking for info on the phobia of clowns, 

DO NOT go to wikki for information. Why? Because they have this nice little picture of an evil clown on the side. I Immediately changes the page. Stupid wikki -_-