new addition.

can't decide yet if i want to switch over for good or not. juggling three blogs at the moment is a lot of work. oh well. it'll only be two soon. and honestly, i am pretty sure i have enough emotions/ideas/creativity/music videos/quotes/pictures for all three. anyway check it out. and let me know what you think, friends.

http://theelegantunknown.tumblr.com/

memo.

three words that became hard to say
i and love and you
i and love and you

the only people that read this blog (that i'm aware of) are amanda and matthew. so i'm not really sure why i'm writing this, since you probably already know what i'm about to say.

i have a really hard time telling people how i truly feel. there are people in this world who will never know how much i respect or cherish them. simply because i cannot tell them "i really love you. you are a beautiful person. your smile is contagious and lights up my day. your sense of humor makes me laugh, even when i'm not around you. i wish i had the fashion sense that you have, even on your worst days."

ever since i was small i've always had this "problem". my parents would say "i love you". and i didn't respond with "i love you" back. i'd smile, or say "i know". more than a few times, my mom would ask me if i really loved her, since i never really said it.

the thing is, my lack of expressing my feelings, is not for my lack of feelings. and i'm sure you know that. i think there are a few reasons why i have difficulty telling people how i feel. for one, i grew up in a culture where the word "love" was used so carelessly. people in sixth grade would say they "love" their "boyfriend". or that they "love" britney spears. or whatever. to me, love always meant so much more than that. just because i liked something, or someone, didn't mean i loved it. the second reason i think i can't say it, is because i'm afraid of getting hurt. that's something i still deal with. in my mind, if i tell someone something that is so sincere and deep for me, i would hope they would take it that same way. but i know everyone doesn't. and it scares me. i have trust and faith issues. i want to trust people enough to tell them these things. but it seems like every time i have, it's just come back to bite me. which makes it hard to try again.

We take a risk when we open our hearts because the truth is, if we open our hearts, we will get hurt. You can’t open your heart and not have some hurt because you’re in a human experience. Even if it’s the love of your life and you have many wonderful, deepening, growing, powerful years together, it’s a human experience and that person will pass over. Love takes courage. Be courageous.

with all that being said, i love both of you. i may not show it, and i surely don't say it often, but i do. and it is that way for so many people in my life. i'm still working on myself, and working to trust people with my deepest confidences. it's a daily struggle for me.

but please just know. amanda, you are without a doubt the best girlfriend i've ever had. and you probably don't have a clue how much i rely on our friendship or how much i respect you. i'm pretty sure a lot of the time, i see your beauty and insight when you don't realize it exists. and matthew, you're one of the best friends i've had as well. i'm constantly amazed by your passion and desire to work for what you want. you're incredibly intelligent, and your sense of humor is one of the best i've encountered.

so if i cannot put i and love and you together, you know why. in the mean time,

you are my voice, my microphone

time, please fly.

home, let me come home
home is wherever i'm with you
home, let me come home
home is wherever i'm with you

i feel lonely. when i know i should be happy. i have a caring host mom, good friends, amazing travel experiences, plenty of money at my disposal, and so much more.

but the one thing i lack, is the one thing that would turn it all around. put a huge smile on my face. make me feel alive again. and that's home.

that's my mom. that's my dad. that's my sister. that's amanda. that's matthew. that's all my friends. that's my house, with my little bed, my books, my cats, my comfy couch and big tv. that's mississippi. that's sweet tea. that's the english language. that's ole miss.

i'd do anything to be back there right now. unfortunately the tears falling down my cheeks right now aren't doing anything to make that time come any sooner.

i'm just gonna do my best to keep chugging along. one more month. i can do this. at least i hope.

makes my heart happy.

The facts and the figures
They overwhelm a stifle
everything that you thought you knew.
and the petty decisions that you think make a difference.
So tiny that they blow away like dust.

We are all embers
from the same fire

i've been on a really indie/alt kick with my music lately. maybe it matches my somewhat emo mood? who really knows, i guess it's just me trying to chill out. the good thing is, the more i listen to new music, the more i learn from it. it's easy for me just to listen to stuff like miley/britney/gaga/etc. that really has nothing but entertainment value. but lately i've been into stuff that's much deeper and emotional than that. except for damn katy perry and "california gurls". that effing song.

homesick.

so, music has become my friend. aka, a way to spend hours without even realizing you've wasted your day away. right now, this is one of my favourites.

wise words.

"great merit, or great failings, will make you respected or despised; but trifles, little attentions, mere nothings, either done or reflected, will make you either liked or disliked, in the general run of the world." --lord chesterfield


i always say, it's the little things in life that help me get by. minutiae matter. that's what others deserve, too.

forget respecting me based on merit or achievement. i want to be liked for the person i truly am.

bad day.

let it be noted that i have hit rock bottom. of the bell curve, that is.

i'm over halfway done in argentina. and today was one of those days when all i wanted was to hug my mom. and be in sunny oxford with my friends. and eat something other than rice and veggies.

of course, every other "bad day" i've had was followed by many good days. the good (or normal) days far outnumber the bad, thank goodness. it's just when you get a bad one, it's generally pretty damn bad.

but i'll survive. earlier today, i had an enlightening conversation where i determined i am anything but weak. i'm a strong person, a strong woman. and by god, i'll deal with my stresses and make the best of it all. i can't let my missing home or dislike of certain cultural aspects bring me down. when i get disillusioned, it won't be the end of the world.

because, "after all, tomorrow is another day."

my belief.

Personally, I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty. When you speak, or read, or write, you can tell if you've said or read or written a fine sentence. You can recognize a well-turned phrase or an elegant style. But when you are applying the rules of grammar skillfully, you ascend to another level of the beauty of language. When you use grammar you peel back the layers, to see how it is all put together, see it quite naked, in a way. And that's where it becomes wonderful, because you say to yourself, "Look how well-made this is, how well-constructed it is! How solid and ingenious, rich and subtle!" I get completely carried away just knowing there are words of all different natures, and that you have to know them in order to be able to infer their potential usage and compatibility. I find there is nothing more beautiful, for example, than the very basic components of language, nouns and verbs. When you've grasped this, you've grasped the core of any statement. It's magnificent, don't you think? Nouns, verbs. . .

the elegance of the hedgehog

so much to look forward to.

in 14 days my parents and sister come to argentina for a week-long visit.
in 16 days i turn 21.
in 18 days i get to go back to one of my favourite places, buenos aires.
in 22 days one bff turns 21.
in 25 days i have a 9-day school holiday, when i get to travel through northern argentina.
in 65 days i will be done with this semester. and, the third twilight movie comes out (fangirl geek-out moment).
in 67 days another bff turns 21.
in 90 days my sissy turns 19.
in 96 days i get to move back to the motherland, and into my own apartment for the first time.
in 119 days a new semester at home will begin. a fresh start of sorts, if you will.

i know i don't say it enough, but i couldn't be more grateful of everything i've been given. the opportunity to come to argentina. an adoring family. wonderful friends. the chance at a fantastic education. the ability to live and enjoy life with money and resources i've received.

i love it. and although sometimes i may complain, i can't say i'd trade it for anything else. i'm excited for what my 21st year might hold. i've got a feeling the best is yet to come.

that time.

remember that time that i jumped off a cliff and went paragliding, and had one of the most tranquil, yet exhilarating experiences of my life, flying high in the air, with nothing to keep me from plunging to the ground except a thin piece of nylon above my head?

remember that time that i should have been scared for my life, but instead fearlessly leapt into the air as if there was no death but only life?

remember that time that my parents were furious, and forbade me to ever paraglide again, and to totally forget skydiving?

remember that time that i didn't really give a fuck?

if you live in fear of death, then you will never be alive. take chances. do crazy things. and enjoy every day as if it may be your last.

motivation?

“In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts:”
R.W. Emerson, Self-Reliance

success formula.

when you stop pointing fingers,
lying to yourself and others,
when you give yourself to the hungry,
and satisfy the desire of the afflicted,
then your light will ride through darkness,
and your gloom will rise as the noonday sun,
and you'll continually find the desires of your heart in
scorched and dry places and strength in your bones,
and finally become like a watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
--mike jenzeh

realization.

i'm a lover, not a fighter.

old maid.

i officially turn 21 a month from yesterday.
i'm old. this date will do me little good in the immediate future, since in argentina the drinking age is "16" (aka if you have the money to buy it).
oh well. maybe when i get back to the states, i can actually buy my own booze for once. and become one of those awesome enablers for younger kids. can't wait.

am i obsessed with you?

i know. the world doesn't approve of miley cyrus. and 9 out of 10 people make fun of me for being a fan of hers. but that's okay. i love her music. and her style. and her carefree, go-getter attitude on life.

so, i'm a fan. and i'm not ashamed to admit it.

definition.

To me, fearless is not the absence of fear. it's not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living inspite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly in love again even though you've been hurt before. Fearless is walking into your freshman year of high school at 15. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again... even though every time you've tried before, you've lost. it's fearless to have faith that someday things will change. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them. I think it's fearless to fall in love with your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they will never stop doing, I think it's fearless to stop believing them. it's fearless to say you're not sorry. And walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then letting go and moving on... that's fearless too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That's why I write these songs. Because I think love is fearless.
-Taylor Swift

story of my life.

tidings from above.

in a cab tonight, i caught a memo from god. in the form of this song on the radio.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,
Oh lets go back to the start.
Running in circles, Comin' in tails
Heads on a science apart.

Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.

Oh take me back to the start.

I was just guessin' at numbers and figures,
Pulling the puzzles apart.
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart.

And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start.
Runnin' in circles, Chasin' tails
Comin' back as we are

Nobody said it was easy,
Oh it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.

I'm goin' back to the start.

and so it is.

destroy what destroys you

we are all going to die in 20 minutes

love should feel good

make displays not war

another.

All I really want is someone that’s gonna keep their promises, listen to me babbling or enjoy a comfortable silence with, someone to call when I get scared, someone to laugh at my mistakes, and someone to grab me when I walk away. Is that too much to ask for?