Wednesday, September 5, 2007

This one is for Pamela Jean

I dedicate this post to Pam, my roommate, because she told me last night she never checks my blog anymore because I never update it...well here I am, updating my blog.

Weary. Lately I've been feeling this way a lot. Some days I don't know why, some days I know exactly why. There is this song Michael Buble sings, it's called Try a little Tenderness, and it describes exactly how I feel. "...she may be weary, women do get weary wearing the same shabby dress and when she's weary try a little tenderness...she may be waiting, just anticipating things she may never possess and while she's without them, try a little tenderness..." I feel like as soon as I started school everything came all at once. I was immediately overwhelmed as I walked on campus, and I've really never felt that way before. It's partly due to the fact that pretty much all of my close friends are graduated, and I'm so busy here that I feel like I don't have time for the people that are here with me. It's a constant battle. In a sense, I feel lukewarm in every aspect of my life. I feel I can't ever be satsified with myself as an artist, as a friend, as a cook :), really everything. It's tiresome always thinking about bettering yourself if you get to caught up in it. What's wrong with just being totally ok with how I am right now? I'm a perfectionist, and it will be the death of me if I don't get it under control.



ahhh...anyways on a better note. I went to Colorado Springs this past weekend with my family to see Mark at the Air Force Academy. It was so wonderful. I cried all the way back to Lubbock it was that wonderful. To see my brother as a grown man with such a great sense of who he is, and how loyal he is to this country makes me feel more proud than I have ever felt in my entire life. I can't imagine when I have my own kids.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Colbie Caillat (Rhymes with Ballet)



So...I haven't been on here in a while, I often find myself wanting to write about something that's going on but I can't put into words...such is life.

BUt! I wanted to share a new and upcoming artist with you, cause I think she's totally amazing and I love her music. It's so soothing, and natural sounding, it's great. She's only 22! I can't imagine being so young and beginning such an incredibly heavy life. Well, write now my favorite song of hers is called "Bubbly" It is super cute, and truly captures that Bubbly feeling.

Here are the lyrics....and her site, check it out.

www.myspace.com/colbiecaillat

I've been awake for a while now
you've got me feelin like a child now
cause every time i see your bubbly face
i get the tinglies in a silly place

It starts in my toes
and I crinkle my nose
where ever it goes i always know
that you make me smile
please stay for a while now
just take your time
where ever you go

The rain is fallin on my window pane
but we are hidin in a safer place
under covers stayin safe and warm
you give me feelins that i adore

They start in my toes
make me crinkle my nose
where ever it goes i always know
that you make me smile
please stay for a while now
just take your time
where ever you go

But what am i gonna say
when you make me feel this way
I just........mmmmmm

Starts in my toes
makes me crinkle my nose
where ever it goes i always know
that you make me smile
please stay for a while now
just take your time
where ever you go

I've been asleep for a while now
You tucked me in just like a child now
Cause every time you hold me in your arms
Im comfortable enough to feel your warmth

It starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feelin shows
Cause you make me smile
Baby just take your time now
Holdin me tight

Where ever, where ever, where ever you go
Where ever, where ever, where ever you go...

Wherever you go
always know
cuz you make me smile
even just for a while

and....I'm actually in Colorado visiting my brother whom I haven't seen in months. I'll definitely have a post up about that soon when I can get some pictures downloaded...so stay tuned.

Nicole