So It's Official...

I am in the running for the Iolian editor for the I-I Key Club District.
I am scared out of my mind right now. I have to give a speech at the end of February and prove to who knows how many people that I deserve to write and edit articles for the Iolian. (By the way, it's a newsletter that goes out Key Clubs across the I-I District.)
How am I to make the best impression of a lifetime? How can I show them how much I want this? How do I show them how much I care and how hard I work on a daily basis to improve my Key Club? How?
I don't know. All I know is I need to make a piece of campaign literature and email it in before next Friday along with necessary paperwork that needs to be filled out. Welcome to the life of a Key Clubber.
But you know, despite all of the worrying, the stress and crazy late nights, it's all worth it. Because in the end, being a member of Key Club isn't about what your position is. It's all about making a difference in the world, whether you are given credit for it or not.
Well, wish me luck!

Oh dear...Tom Odell

If you're anything like me, you don't just love music, you LOVE music. It helps you get through the day to day life that sometimes you just feel like you can't bear. It makes you happy, sad, and mad because that's what good music is supposed to do. It's supposed to tell a story of emotions and help you feel a certain way.

Or at least that's what I think it's supposed to be like.

No matter!

I am here to talk to you about Tom Odell. He is a fantastic British singer/songwriter. His music is just awesome! I don't really know how else to describe it. I might be able to describe it in the future but I kind of just discovered his music so I'm still in a state of marvel. 

His album Long Way Down is his first and only album so far. My favorites so far are "Grow Old With Me" and "I Know."

Here are the music videos...

I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think and who are some artists you've discovered recently. Have you got any suggestions for me?

Anyways, I've got to get going. I have a paper to write for class. So until next time...

Oh! P.S. My Art Wall is updated. Check it out!

Rave!!!!!!!...and some other stuff.

So in the March of my freshman year, my Key Club hosted a rave for our school.
By the way, Key Club is a sort of a community service club. We do not actually make keys like many people think we do.
Anyways, the rave was amazing. At the time, I had no idea what a rave was. But when the night came, I stayed at the center of the crowd, I guess you can call it the entire night, dancing and jumping and just having fun. I remember when I finally got out I realized how hot it was in the group of people. It was so much fun. The following year, we tried to have one but we couldn't because we didn't have enough chaperons in time. But this year we're officially having one.

Ah! I can't even tell you how excited I am! Glow sticks, black lights, strobe lights! I will definitely have some pictures up. Until then, check out my Art Gallery! There's a bunch of pictures of my art projects from last year and this year. They aren't exactly great, but you know it's an art in progress.

See what I did there? Huh? Huh?

Nigel Wright

Getting away from my cheesy, whatever that was, above is Nigel Wright. I highly recommend his music. He's got a great voice to sing all the songs he writes himself and it's awesome. "Anna"  and "Advance" are two of my favorites. Give him a listen and let me know what you think!

Anyways, I hope everyone is having a great night...or day... whatever. I hope you're having a good time no matter where you are. From here in the Midwest, good night!

Back again!

Gosh! It seems like almost an eternity since I was on here last, but I guess that happens.
But no matter, because my New Years Resolution is to be better about keeping up with this. It helps me to write and it's a stress reliever so why not?

Anyways, update on life in general... working at McDonald's, thinking about going to college in England, and I am officially ready for track season. However, I'm going to have to wait a while for that last one because there's a wind shield temperature of -40 degrees outside right now. Or at least that's what it was last time I checked. It's so crazy. There's even frost in the southwest corner of my bedroom wall right now.

I'll admit it's not my best picture, but it was taken on a iPod, so it doesn't get much better than that.

Continuing...Anyone seen The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, yet? It's only fantastic.

Now if you've read the original short story by James Thurber you'll know that no matter which version of the story you're talking about, you know Walter is a daydreamer. Not only is he a daydreamer, but he is constantly being picked on for having his head in the clouds. 

Fun fact: the 1947 version of the movie with Danny Kaye was loved by movie goers everywhere. However, James Thurber hated it so much so he even apologized to his character, Walter, for the movie.

Well, I hope he hasn't turned over in his grave over Ben Stiller's recent release because it honestly stays true to the essence of the character, I think. If you haven't seen it I hope you do. It reminds me, personally, of who I am at heart. I daydream and aspire to greater things than I think are possible, but sometimes those things are possible. We just have to go out and do it.

So I have to go now, but I promise to post some pictures soon of some art I've done in class. Quick comment, it's not my best but that's what classes and practice are for, right? Getting better.

Eight Minutes and Counting

So the Wi-Fi in my house goes off at exactly 8:00pm Central Time like clock work. So I have eight minutes, now seven and counting to talk about whatever crosses my mind. I can't guarantee it will be coherent, but I have little time so I'll get started.
Today was awesome. I am the manager of the volleyball team at my high school and I get to work with these amazingly talented girls. And even the ones that aren't as talented as the rest are not only brave as hell but stronger than a cement brick coated in steel. They work hard and they perfect their skills, each and every one of them to the best of their abilities. It's quite frankly amazing.
Five minutes, man time flies fast. Speaking of time, I can't wait for school to start. Only five more days. My little sister and I have been counting down since school ended. Both for different reasons. She only wanted to go back to see her friends again and I want to go back because like I've said before, I thrive in school./
On last thing, my school is completely different. Well, maybe not completely. They remodeled though and I don't like it. One of the doors is bigger than the other. I sound crazy I know but I'll post a picture of it when I can.
Wow, done with two minutes to spare.
Anyways...Good night, world.

Junior Year...Followed by the Rest of Your Life

School is about to start. And don't get me wrong, I love school. I'm the odd child that absolutely thrives in school. I flourish where others feel oppressed. Why? I have no idea, but I love the structure that it gives me. It gives me something to do, something to master and survive.
But this school year is frightening. I'm going to be a junior. This is the year I need to get things sorted out. I need to decided what schools I'm going to apply to and have an idea of what I'm going to major in, even if I end up changing my mind.
The most frightening thing to me is that I want to work in a field that not everyone has what it takes. And if I don't have what it takes, what am I going to do? I only ever wanted to work in a field that will never feel like a job but something I love.
I have absolutely no idea what to do.
I guess it comes down to having confidence in yourself and being able to trust yourself enough to make the right decisions and not only that but be able to follow through on those decisions and work hard to get to be where you want, dream and aspire to be.
Well, until next time...what do you want to do that you're afraid to? Whether it's talk to someone or choosing a career, let me know.

Little Sample...

Okay so if you check out The Mumblers like I suggested and you've heard the track 'Black Magic' here's something that it inspired. Please tell me what you think about it. Feedback is AWESOME!

He was a bad ass for sure. It wasn't of those things where he just thought he was a bad ass either. He really was one. He is the one you see walk down the street and people look down, mothers turn a different way and children are scolded for looking at him. He wore a black t-shirt and dark washed jeans. He wore biker boots that made a low click sound like steel toed cowboy boots. He held onto a leather jacket that hung over his shoulder and he had a cigarette hanging loosely out of the corner of his mouth. His black sunglasses that finished off the cool but bad ass effect reflected the image before him: me.                                                                                    

He stopped and took the cigarette out and dropped it to the ground, smashing it under his boot. He coolly took his sunglasses off and looked me over. He sure didn't see much and it reflected in his gaze. What was there to see in a short girl with long, flat, brown hair and plain blue eyes ? Especially wearing a baggy t-shirt and loose fitting jeans. He raised one golden eyebrow. I was certainly not the type of girl he’d been hoping to attract.                                                                                                                     

It didn't matter though. It didn't matter what he thought he was, who he thought I was, or what vibe he gave off, I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. I was here for a reason and by damn he was going to answer me. “Where is Luke Keller?” I said firmly, hands on my hips. 

His eyebrow went a little higher, but this time he wasn't displaying disappointment in the way I looked but he was impressed. “And why should I tell you, little lady?”  

I took a few steps towards him and he took one step back. “Because my brother is in some serious trouble.” He ran his hand through his golden hair, put his shades back on, and started walking away from me. “Excuse me, but where do you think you’re going?”                                                  

He stopped and turned to face me once more, looking at me from underneath his sunglasses. “You weren't supposed to come here, Lily.” 

One word ran through my head: Luke.