day 13 : a band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days

I decided to take the weekend off from blogging, but I'm back to catch up on 3 entries for the 30 Days of Truth challenge :)

I thought for a long time about which band/artist I wanted to choose for this prompt, and it was so hard to come up with something. I definitely use music as therapy for hard times, and I love hearing lyrics that I identify with that speak directly about my situation. I can't say that I have one single band that I go for when I'm feeling down, but I definitely seem to listen to a lot of Nelly Furtado's music lately. She seems like such a strong individual who is sure of who she is as a person and what she wants. She isn't ashamed of who she is and I strive to be more like that every day.

Here are a few of her lyrics that I especially like:

I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you And be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you Now that I�'ve flown away I see you�'ve chosen to stay behind me And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself
-- ...On the Radio

I can't believe you need me I never thought would be needed for anything I can't believe my shoulder would carry such important weight As your head and your tears I can't believe you chose me, in all my fragility, me It hurts so much when i love you, it makes me cry Every time You, you are, oh you are The little boy made for me in the stars In the stars, that's why I can't let you go The little boy made for me in the stars That's why I love you more the further I go And before this existence you were always there Waiting for me You are, you are the realest thing I know Hands down -- Childhood Dreams


No tengo armas para enfrentarte, pongo mis manos, manos al aire. Sólo me importa amarte, en cuerpo y alma, como era ayer.
-- Manos Al Aire

I look in the mirror, the picture's getting clearer
I wanna be myself but does the world really need her I ache for this earth I stopped going to church See god in the trees makes me fall to my knees My depression keeps building like a cup overfilling My heart so rigid I keep it in the fridge It hurts so bad that i can't dry my eyes 'cause they keep on refillin' with the tears that I cry
-- Te Busque

day 12 : something you never get compliments on

My earlobes, my knees, my musical taste, my boyfriend**.


(**he gave me all of these answers)

spooky little girl

The second book my mom sent me is Spooky Little Girl by Laurie Notaro. The story is about a girl named Lucy who returns from a girls-only vacation to find that her fiance has thrown all of her things out on the lawn, locked her out of their house and he won't answer her phone calls. She gets fired from her job, and then to top it all off, she gets hit by a bus and dies.

She wakes up in ghost school, where she needs to learn how to properly haunt, and all there is to know about being a supernatural entity. She desperately wants to find out why she was tossed out of her home without explanation and why she was wrongfully fired.

I thought that this book was hilarious. The author had a really funny conversational tone throughout the book, and it seemed like it was a friend telling the story. It had a lot of funny parts and some parts that were touching, they actually made me tear up a little bit. I'm looking forward to checking out some more books by Laurie Notaro, because I've read that a lot of people think she's funny (and I like funny books). Let me know if any of you have read any other books by her, or if you plan on checking this book out!

updates...

Nothing really exciting going on over here, but a few things:

• my raise finally went through at work!! I passed my national pharmacy technician exam back in February, but my raise hasn't been put through until now. I'm so relieved!!
  
  
• I'm working on my hours to get my Louisiana technician's license. We didn't need to have a license in Pennsylvania, so it's really weird to me that we need to have one here. I have my permit and I have to get 600 hours under a pharmacist's watch before I have my license.
  
  
• I finished reading the second book that my mom sent me last night, so I'll do a review on that later. I've been dying to read Eat, Pray, Love now that Chelsey recommended it to me. I read the excerpt on Amazon and now I need more! I am waiting for my mom to mail it to me (she owns it) but I am getting impatient!
  
  
• I'm going to an estate sale tonight (my first one!) with Cade and my friend Trent and his boyfriend Dustin. I'm so excited! I doubt I'm going to buy anything, but it will be fun to check out what they have. I'll be sure to post pictures if I buy anything.

Oh, and does anyone have any recommendations for any really good books they've read lately? I'm on a reading kick and I'm almost out of books here. I couldn't bring my entire book collection with me when I moved, so I only brought the series I was reading at the time I moved (Sookie Stackhouse). I already finished all the Sookie Stackhouse books that are out :(

So, anything good?

day 11 : something people seem to compliment you the most on

My eyes :)

day 10 : someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know

(weheartit)

Honestly, I don't think I have someone for this prompt. I have tried to remove all the negative people from my life, and I am pretty sure they are all gone. It really feels good to surround yourself with positive people who are excited about life. It's important to me to remain optimistic in spite of anything bad that happens. Negativity breeds negativity, and I don't want to have anything to do with negative people.

Life is too short not to be happy :)

day 09 : someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted

My best childhood friend, Mary. We were inseparable throughout elementary and middle school. We were different from the other girls in our class in so many ways, ways that brought us so close. Our passions were reading, writing and exploring the world. We loved to play with dolls and use our imaginations to create the worlds they lived in. We sewed clothes for our dolls, created furniture and notebooks for them. We cooked (well, mostly she cooked and I watched) and made movies. We dreamed about being best friends forever, until we lived in the same nursing home as old ladies.

We went to different high schools and slowly we stopped talking often. Then we stopped talking at all. We made different friends and moved on with our lives. We haven't really spoken to each other since we were freshmen. I still regret it painfully to this day, because I know we are still the same wide-eyed girls hungry to learn about the world, and we could still be best friends.

I miss you, Mary.