There are not enough hours in a day to do all the things i want to and need to do

just for tessa song i wrote about my mom

this shit needs to be re recorded desperately don't listen if you aren't tessa

beginning of a cover of "permanent fixture" by Shannon Saunders

i figured the guitar out on my own at its rough right now but i wanna do the whole song at some point

Holidays, mainstream ones, pagan or religious, whatever, most if not all of them revolve around food.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Biggest food holiday of all.
I'm so stressed out about it.
How twisted is that?

FIrst recording of it...rough version

first recording of the song i wrote last night....its rough haha i dont have time to do a better one right now

My new song!

I am sooo happy with it! I will post a video as soon as I have time and get it better:)

Shut Up and Listen
(Verse 1)
Walk all over me
Knock me down
Take control of me
Push me Around
I’ve got a mind to speak
But I won’t make a sound
CHORUS
I stayed far too quiet for far too long
A passive nothing you dragged along
How dare you put me in that position
You got something to say?
How bout you shut up and listen
Shut up and listen
Shut up and listen
(Verse 2)
Easily persuaded
I’m presented with a choice
Let your upperhand take hold of me
Or finally find my voice
So let’s look at the current situation
At your physiological masturbation
And I don’t want an altercation
Cuz I’m no longer a victim to my frustration
(CHORUS)
Bridge:
You know damn well what you were doing
You pushed me to the side
You decided we were going nowhere
And you dragged me along for the ride
(CHORUS) (chords individually strummed until last line)

And tonight I go to bed as a big fat cheese and chicken quesadilla.
With the best song I've written yet
I haven't slept in days
and I can't wait for tomorrow

I really am the only person who reads this
I'm on my way to Pasadena today.
Well, tonight.
I am not even close to being ready.
I leave in a half hour.
So I'm procrastinating getting ready, because I know I won't be, so getting ready is stressing me out, so I'm just not getting ready. I'm writing in my blog no one but me reads.
Good. That wasted a minute or two.

feeling really... weird today..

(original) permanent fixture - shannon saunders.

I HAVE NO CIRCULATION IN FEET WHATSOEVER

Nicest Thing Kate Nash Cover

Final version of the first song I wrote

"Spare Your Sheets"
=P

Rough Version of the very first song I wrote :)

=)

I am going to sleep now, i have never been so tired, i have, i cant remember when though this is intense

I am going to bed with a lot of love in my life. I am a lucky girl

Oh, shit a brick will you?

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIISHOULDHAVEEXPECTEDTHISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

i'll be in bed by 6am, mummy

5:20 AM? blasphemy! must have been all that caffeine caaaaaffeeeeeiiiineee caaaaffeeeeeiiine i didn't even think of that I have to ride Theo I have to go to breakfast in the morning I am getting up in a few hours I am NOT PREPARING WELL THIS IS BAD

HEY GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS AND GUESS WHOS STILL AWAKE AND GUESS WHAT TIME I HAVE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING AND GUESS WHO I TALKED TO TONIGHT AND GUESS WHY

Wet Dog

After washing my face tonight, it occurred to me that I looked kind of like a wet dog. Like one of those curly black haired cocker spaniels. Black hair parted down the center, bushy, coarse but thin, especially at the bottom, wet around the edges, not soaked, awkwardly wet in unnecessary places, that kind of wet, no, not that kind, the other kind. Obviously
The way my face was all pinched and red too, my eyes all bloodshot...the more I describe it, the less and less I sound like a wet black curly haired dog, but I was one, take my word for it.

pretty much only for tessa before i delete it and redo it

rough version of Falling or Flying by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

One of the first ones I wrote.

GoldenTrain Justin Nozuka Cover

So...this just made my day/week/month/year/life. Wow

I think I'll stop freaking out by morning, by the figurative metaphorical morning wake up, oh, you don't know what I mean

I need to go to bed, I totally made the wrong choice if bed was my intention

Especially if you don't believe you're pretty

Bullshit, being pretty doesn't mean anything

I can do anything. I'm pretty

I don't know why I did that

My favorite people in the world:
Tessa
My Mom

The end.

One person
The same person
Makes my night
Every night
That takes
Quite a person.

I've been sleeping better lately...to the point where I get sleepy at night now, to the point where I write in my blog less, to the point where I feel like there's not enough hours in the day to get done what I need to get done, to the point where my floor is covered in hairballs and who knows what, I can't see it anyways, my floor is too covered to see, so I'm going to clean and clean until morning, my body is so mad at me. It was getting used to sleeping at night, even if only for a few hours.

Porcelain Doll--Original song

A rough version of the new song I wrote.

Boats and birds blooper....the one below this is the actual one

Boats and Birds Cover

TESSA i need your opinion

New Song I wrote

"Undone"
Another song I wrote.
I look a little messy...who cares.

The lyrics...

It’s funny
When we said we were broke we were referring to money but I think
We were broken long before we had no cash
And I will take it upon myself to be the unstable one
And maybe you have watched me unravel
But I’ll never let you watch me come undone
Undone
You can watch me unravel but I’ll never come undone
Maybe for you it feels like forever since we were together but for me its not been long
I’m disposable interchangeable
But I’d argue that you’re wrong
And I won’t tag along
You say I feel the cons right now because the Pros haven’t happened yet
But do you know how it feels to love someone and wish you could forget
So I will take it upon myself to be the unstable one
Pull my string and watch me unravel
But I’ll never let you watch me come undone
Undone
I might unravel but I’ll never come undone
And I’m done
I’ll put my pieces together
Swear I’ll never come undone