Something I have always enjoyed at Christmas, but never quite enough is when artists make Christmas singles. Albums are better, but both are appreciated. Even just a remake of an original Christmas song is fabulous. I have discovered some lovely music the past few days while searching for music fit for the season. Combined with the few songs I found last year, I am making myself quite the December Mix. If you have any more songs, please suggest them!
Please don't mind my choice of music videos.
I just used the link from the first one I ended up on. =)
[One second ago]I laughed. Right out loud all alone here in my room.
[One minute ago] Dallin and I decided to face the world and take part in an event we both aren't sure about taking part in.
[One hour ago]I finally started some laundry. What an accomplishment. =)
[One day ago]I spent time with some friends from high school, and realized that I am going to miss them when we no longer can just play monopoly in my basement because we all live so far away from each other, when we all have our own new lives.
[One week ago] I woke up to a shining clean house. It took a long time, but it was so worth it.
[One month ago]I started dwelling in the past a little bit too much, and it caused a few people some pain, including myself.
[One year ago]that's right, one year ago today, I decided to take a chance, because what if it was that moment? You know what? It was. The moment made history, but that's just it.
It's all history.
Everyone always says whats in the past is in the past, and I firmly believe in that.
Stretching from sea to sea,
You and I,
It was meant to be,
Meant to be
With our hearts in our hands,
Like loaded guns,
We're taking a chance,
We're the lucky ones,
This moment is yours,
This moment is mine,
And we're gonna be fine.
Oh this should be interesting. I am going to write a couple stories about my worst fear.
ask for source.
I was in Chem 20 (although Chemistry is certainly a fear of mine, this isn't the fear I am referring to) in Mr. Wolsey's classroom, except our teacher was Mrs. Meeks. I sat in the front right corner of the classroom, one desk in front of Ryan. Class was just passing by like it usually did, me hating on chemistry and wishing I could be in a different class. Mrs. Meeks was at the front of the class writing notes on the whiteboard. It was a relatively dull class from my perspective. I hate chemistry. Suddenly, Mrs. Meeks lets out a little gasp and puts her hand on her chest. She is looking in the front, right corner of the classroom towards the book shelves. "There's a mouse," she simply stated.
I'm not sure how the next three milliseconds went, but I know by the fourth millisecond I was standing right on top of Ryan's binder. To this day, I don't remember how I got there. I'm convinced I flew, or some saving angel picked me up and carried me there. The entire class froze and slowly all eyes were on me. I hadn't breathed yet, my eyes were watering, and I had the shakes. I'm grateful that no one laughed, because if you ask me this is not a laughing matter.
"Do you need to take a walk.." asked Mrs. Meeks. I jumped off of the desk and walked into the hallway until I got control of my breath.
And no. I didn't even see the mouse, but I could sense it lurking on the other side of the bookshelf only feet away from me with its beady little eyes, and that was enough.
Our house has never had a problem with mice. In my whole life, we have ever only had a mouse twice, maybe three times. One in six years? I like those odds. Anyway, the most recent time we had a mouse residing with us was about two years ago. It was up in our kitchen, so my dad set a trap in the corner. I demanded he set one in my bedroom just to be sure, so he did that as well. What a good dad. Anyway, that night, I had trouble sleeping. I dozed in and out and all I could think about was the sound of the mouse trap going off behind my nightstand. Okay, let me rewind. Just because we don't have mice inside of our house often, doesn't mean they don't enjoy nesting just outside of our house. My bedroom has an two outside walls. The one on the north side of my bedroom is by our back yard. The walls of my bedroom have been a home to birds, bees, and mice. My dad doesn't believe me, but I know they are there because I can hear them scratching the wall. The same wall that is inches from my head. So creepy. Sometimes I even hit the wall to try and scare them away. I'm pathetic, I know. Anyway, this particular night I could hear something on the outside of my house near the floor. Of course, I lose all logic when there is a mouse living among my family. It was two, maybe three in the morning and I was near tears because I had convinced myself that there was a mouse inside my bedroom, rather then outside. Suddenly, I hear the trap go off. I was hyperventilating. I didn't want to move because I didn't want to accidentally run my hand over such a demon little creature. What if the mouse just touched the trap and the rodent was still running around my room? I thought about getting up to go sleep in a different room, perhaps in a different house, but the thought of accidentally stepping on the mouse was too much for me to handle. I couldn't turn on the light because if I actually saw the mouse I'm pretty sure my heart would have stopped entirely. My mind raced. I grabbed my cell phone and started calling my house. Of course, if anyone has tried to call my house, you know that no one EVER answers the phone, especially during the night. I called my dad's cell phone and finally he answered. I'm pretty sure he thought I was getting raped or something because of the pure terror in my voice. He came downstairs and checked the trap in my room. It hadn't even gone off. WHAT THE HECK. I heard it loud and clear. He went upstairs and checked the mouse trap in the kitchen. Sure enough, our creepy little fiend was smooshed like he should be. I asked my dad how loud a mouse trap was when it went off, and he said it was certainly not loud enough for me to hear from downstairs in my bedroom at the opposite end of the house. I guess I have super-sensitive-mouse detecting ears. I still shudder when I think of that night.
So there you have it. Something I am afraid of: MICE. I know its ridiculous and they are harmless and all that crap, and to be honest, I think they are kind of cute. But when there is a mouse near by, I lose all of my logic.
Hmm. Well, a lot of people say that you can tell a lot about a person by the music on their iPod. For me, this statement is so incredibly true, but I hope you won't read too much into why I said this. Have you ever played the game in the car where you just shuffle through songs and say the first person/event that a song reminds you of? I can honestly say that most of these things immediately took me back to a certain day or time period in my life.
Sydnee - Remember listening to the Weepies in the summer of 09? Michelle - Please. Just remember 1 2 3 4? Hahahahaha Karlee and Michelle. That song, Fell Right Into You. Does it perhaps take you back to a little excursion we took into Lethbridge, this exact time last year? Oh dear..
Anyway. I think this post is a perfect opportunity to write about something I've been meaning to since the day I started this blog.
Simple as it Should Be - Tristan Prettyman
I don't think I ever mentioned that this is the song that actually inspired the title for my blog. I kinda have a habit in life of getting worked up about insignificant things. I forget what is most important in life, and often find myself dwelling too much in the "now". I know that its important to be able to find a happy medium between learning from the past, loving the moment, but living for the future, and it's also very difficult. I started this blog last May. That point in my life, everything was sort of changing. I had just broken up with a boyfriend and was sort of getting back together with a previous one, I was moving out of my house for my summer job, graduation was coming, dance was ending, and most of all... my English diploma was creeping up on me much too fast and I still hadn't figure out how to nail my C/A essays...(haha). Basically, I was stressed. There was a lot going on, or so it seemed at the time.. I often go through this cycle in life. Perhaps other people do as well. Everything seems to be going well. Life is relatively easy and fun and problems seem to be solving themselves. Of course, life isn't easy so someone will drop a bomb on you, figuratively speaking of course.. (actually, I suppose literally for some people so I should be grateful that the bombs in my life are only figurative bombs..) Anyway, suddenly this, bomb, that happens takes over your life. You stress about it, and you think about it, and you get headaches because of it. Then something even worse comes along. Basically, everything is falling apart, and life is hard. It seems like nothing is ever going to start getting better, but then it does... it gets way better. Suddenly you are realizing that life really isn't that terrible... Then it starts over. For me, right before things start getting better I always realize that I am forgetting something huge. Everything is going to work out as long as I am being the person I want to be and living the way I know I am supposed to, and the way I want to. Everything in life doesn't need to be so complicated, but I certainly seem to make things that way, or assume things are that way even if they aren't. Sure, things are going to go wrong.. but I live in a great town in a great country. I am so lucky to be able to have the things I do. I often forget truly what matters most, and that is being a great person, and being the person I know I can be. The things that tear away at my mind and the problems that seem to be so incredibly life-altering at this point in my life, probably aren't actually going to make that big of a difference in the long run. A break-up doesn't mean I'm going to end up alone for the rest of my life, and just because someone thinks poorly of me because of a miscommunication doesn't mean that life is over and my reputation is permanently damaged. Honestly, some day I will be married and have a family of my own and I won't even remember the little things that were said about me, or just how hard a break up was. Life is going to turn out right. I am Simply Jane, and whenever I remember that life can be simple, I always feel so much better.
That probably made no sense, so excuse my ridiculous inability to create a sense of togetherness in this post. I guess it doesn't matter, because I feel better now that I have given Tristan Prettyman her proper credit. Thank you Tristan Prettyman for reminding me to keep life Simple as it Should be, and for helping me discover the perfect title for my blog.
I've been to 9/10 Provinces. I've been to Eastern USA.. so like. Maine, Massachusetts, and New York, and some other states over there that I can't remember. I've been to Florida and California both a few times. I've been to Montana, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and Arizona. I guess I've landed in a few other states before, but I won't really count that. I've travelled to the Bahamas, and to Mexico, and I've been to Germany and Austria. I absolutely love to travel! If I could, I would spend all of my money and the rest of my life travelling. =)