My dream life.

Does anyone else have a life in their mind? One that they like to pretend they live sometimes? Maybe before you go to sleep? Or when your in class and you just can't concentrate? I sure do. I try to avoid thinking about in class because I might get carried away and that could get in the way of learning. I'm someone who does their best in school and generally, I actually want to learn (gasp!).
In my dream life, I am the same height (5'8")  but I am the bony sort of skinny that some people are creeped slightly out by (not all hunched, though). I am also My hair is brown and jaw length. It's shaggy. I have the cheekbone stucture of Sara from Tegan and Sara. I live in New York City. I have a career as a journalist. I am incredibly musically talented. I am charismatic. I bit my nails a lot. My name is Frances. I don't wear makeup (not a big difference). I have a super cool apartment. Posters for bands (cool ones, (duh?), paintings, chalk boards, antiques, weird doll collection (that I have),  records, think "Juno".
That's my small fantasy, I've admitted it. This does tie back a little to my last post and it is partially meant to because what triggered the admittance of this was that but it's the same person so, all my posts are going to be related in some minor way.

My body.

My body is close enough to the ideal body. I'm not the muscular (or at all muscular) but I have, how do I put this, larger breasts (?) and slender-ish figure and yet I still get criticism. Apparently, I look trashy in everything. Apparently, what I want to wear is more suited to flat-chested people. People say it's okay to be overweight, not to feel self-conscience. But it's fine to stay stuff about me based on my body type? Obviously.
I'd write more. Scratch that. I'll write more but it's dinner time and I like my food.

Beauty and brains

Beauty and Brains. Do they go together (like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong)? In some cases they do but hardly ever, it sounds stupid but why bother with knowledge when you can get by being beautiful? There are some very beautiful, very smart people so maybe I don't know what I'm saying.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm smart. I'm not pretty. When you're smart but not pretty, it sort of makes up for it, just a tiny bit. When I say that I don't mean to say to say I'm not itching to be beautiful, itching to look different, itching to jump out of my skin and into one of someone who is gorgeous. It doesn't mean that at all. It means that at least I know I'm not ugly and stupid. It means I have a slight chance to make it in life. Let's face it, good looks make a big affect on girls life, we're still objects in the minds of many. I'm not going to ignore that fact. It's still a man's world, women just have a bigger voice then they used to. I got a little off topic but what I was trying to say is, I've gotten used to being smart not pretty.
What's your opinion on this topic? Can people even post comments on my blog? Or do they just think it's stupid? Do you think I'm smart? Am I alone in my silly little concerns?
One day, my life issues will be resolved by an easy death (or I hope so). Which has now got me prepared for another short rampage.
Why is everyone so scared of death? If you believe in reincarnation, you just come back to life. If you believe in heaven, you'll do what you can to get there and then, go there after death. If you're atheist, you don't go anywhere, you just become one with the world. So, what's the big deal? Nothing bad happens after death if you've lived life right no matter what your opinion is on what does happen after death. I am a Pastafarian, I'm not quite sure what happens after death but I'm trying to find out.
Well, thank you for reading, I don't think you need to read more of what I have to say for today but I have more to say so expect a post tomorrow.

Where have I been?

Where have I been? Here, there and everywhere (I love clichés). I really have been busy. Not busy, busy but busy for me. You wouldn't understand.
I hope you had a great thanksgiving canadians!
I'm having trouble getting back in the blogging groove. That'll be what I'll write about for now.
Have you ever had trouble getting back in the blog writing groove?
How do you get used to it again?
Do the words just eventually come to you if you wait patiently enough?
I ask a lot of questions but I don't get a lot of answers or any at all, in fact.
Well, let me tell you about my sims game. I'm playing Sims 3, right now. It's a family of five. Two children. Three young adults. Cheats used (extremely well). Two parents. Three children of the two parents. Three males. Two females. Not especially far along in their careers. Any of them. What I'm trying to do is get this guy and this girl to... never mind. You don't care.
Well, that's all for today, Voices readers.
Bye Bye Bye,
Adelaide

Very Brief.

This hopefully won't be my only post today but I needed to tell you about this straight away.
White Sky by Vampire Weekend  
Also, if you ever think there's something I would like to listen to or just something that you're really enjoying at the moment, suggest it.

Sometimes, I wish

"Sometimes, I wish I could just get it right."-City and Colour
Sometimes, I find myself wondering why life is worth living. I'm not happy where I am, I don't feel good, I feel cold and unwanted. I'm not important. BUT THAT'S MY POINT! I have to take all those negative thoughts and make them my motivation. You're not happy? Go out into the world and make yourself happy. You don't feel good? Comfort yourself. You feel cold, unwanted, unimportant? Change that!
I'm a sad person. I've learned to deal with this fact. There are things about yourself that aren't necessarily good. You have to learn to deal with them. There are some things that you just can't change. Deal with it! Don't try to pep yourself, don't try to blow your brains out studying, don't get plastic surgery! Deal with your imperfections.
Well, it's been short. I have a lot to add tomorrow but I really needed to get my thoughts down straight away and leave no time for taking back my words. They are the truth. I think about suicide. A lot. Everyday. I used to think of it more, though. And then, I learned what to say to myself. Learned what to do, try to make a difference in someone's life even if it's just mine.

Being Negative

I figured it was acceptable to write again because my last post was so short. I'm listening to a live recording of Yeasayer's song, O.N.E. I have more to talk about. I've been thinking that much recently. I really want to write on here as much as possible.
My topic for now, negativity and pessimism. Why is it so great? Because in the land of Pessimists there is no such thing as disappointment. There are many reasons to be both. I personally am a bit of a pessimist. Which do you find better? Why? Which are you? Are they both legitimate groups? Does it change over time? Or is it just how you're wired?
I keep asking questions and getting no response. But one day (or at least I tell myself this), someone will comment. It probably won't happen any time soon and it won't be a frequent occurence but if I keep writing someone's going to notice eventually, I hope.
 This is probably boring you so, I'll leave you with the empty space and,
Bye, Bye, Bye

Smell

Three posts. Three days. You're luck has improved greatly. I have stuffs to say today.
"I take in a feverish breath. A familiar smell rushes over me. It's a person, I know that much. I look around the room to see who it might be. It's smells like weathered leather. Who is this person?" It's a sentence I wrote in science class. I was feeling sick.
So, my question to you is, have you ever recognized someone's scent but not been able to identify who it is? If you have, you know how maddening it is! Not knowing is completely maddening, anyways.
I would write more but I'm getting yelled at by my older brother.
Here's something to listen to:
Diplomat's Son by Vampire Weekend

Two days in a row. You must be feeling pretty special. After doing all my homework and studying, I feel that I have the right to take a rest before getting into my housework. I am currently listening to Passion Pit's remix of Bruises by Chairlift. It's great but MGMT's remix of their song Evident Utensil is even better.
What do I tell you? It's Sunday but that doesn't mean anything to me except that it's the weekend and the day where I do the most housework. I'm atheist and I've got enough balls to admit it. I don't know about where you live but where I am, there's a lot of people that say "I'm Catholic but I don't believe in god and I don't go to church." Every time someone says that I can't help but wonder, at what point are you part of a religion? How do you classify yourself as part of a whole?
I've always had issues with that sort of thing. At what point do you change from one thing to another? There are something where there's a set number, or point e.g. from child to teenager, from grade 5 to grade 6 but there are some things you just don't know e.g. from acquaintance to friend or what makes you part of a religion. At some point, you know for sure but what about the in between? I'm hopeless.
I have other things to talk about to now. It's not something you're going to want to read probably but I need some suggestions. How do blogs get attention? Do I just update frequently? I know if I talk about highly searched things I might get a few more views but that's not what I want to do. I want to write about what I feel like writing about. If that doesn't interest you, that's your problem. Updating frequently I'm fine with, though. If there's anything else I can do to get attention please tell me about it, dear reader that currently doesn't exist.
By the way, there will always be some extra space at the end of my post. I need to have some extra space just to feel more free or something, it's just how my mind works. I don't bother trying to understand myself after five minutes most of the time. I don't really need to bother coming up with some long reason because it's how the mind works and there's no explaining that.

Speak Loudly

I don't know if you've heard about Wesley Scroggins, a professor at Missouri State University. He refers to the book, Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (a book about the effects being raped had on a teenage girl), as soft pornography. He targets other books, too, but his arguments against Speak are the ones that have caused a stir. Rape is not porn, and the fact that he sees it as so, disgusts me and many others including Laurie Halse Anderson. What do you think about censorship?

Things to check out this week:
1. Top 100 Canadian Songs: A list for a book by Bob Mersereau, I am very mad that Randy Bachman topped the list because he's so cocky already and Neil Young.

2. What to do when your bored: I really couldn't think of anything.

3. One on One with Ronnie from Jersey Shore: A hilarious interview with Ronnie from Jersey Shore. I hate Jersey Shore but it's still funny.