Song of the Day: August 5, 2008
August 5, 2008
Today’s song of the day is The Scientist by Coldplay. I like this song. It is kinda melancholy, but i still really like it a bunch. Click the link below to listen to this awesome song.
that’s it.
coralinn
Song of the Day: August 4, 2008
August 4, 2008
Today’s song of the day is one-hit-wonders, Marcy Playground’s hit “Sex and Candy”. This song was at one time so popular that it was on top of the charts for 18 straight weeks! After a while, people got sick of this song, and because Marcy Playground couldn’t quite produce another song matching the greatness of Sex and Candy, the band lost its popularity. The hit has a catchy chorus melody that you can sing along to. Click below to check out this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDAXltfj8-Y
As always,
coralinn
Song of the day: august 3, 2008
August 3, 2008
For today’s song of the day, the song will be “Pork and Beans” by Weezer. This song came out on Weezer’s newest album: the Red Album. Though this is a new song, it is still very catchy and classic. I highly reccomend this song for all of you die hard weezer fans! Just simply click the link below to hear the song!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muP9eH2p2PI
see ya lata!
coralinn
oh god
August 2, 2008
You know that guy that I was talking about in one of my other blogs, well…he broke up with his girlfriend. He’s talking to me a lot more, and telling me how i’m hot, and now i’m number 2 on his friends on myspace. He says that he misses me and that he wants to hang out, but he wasn’t saying this when he had a girlfriend. I want him to want me, but i don’t want him to want me to be a rebound. It seems like i’m always the second choice in every relationship. For once i want to be the girl who makes the guy want a rebound. I don’t want to be the rebound. Ugh. Oh my god, I’m too young for this.
as always,
coralinn
song of the day: august 2, 2008
August 2, 2008
Here’s a request for a song of the day: “If I Think” by Mudhoney. Mudhoney (like Nirvana) is a Seattle band. This song is haunting and great. The banging drums, mixed with the speeding guitar is awesome. Click the link below to listen. And believe me, you should!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb_h5IAQ_eo
Here are the lyrics to the song:
If I Think
I forgot how to breathe
I forgot just what I need
Saw the world laid out before me
I saw everything so small
If I think, I think of you
If I think, I think of you
I open my eyes
Watch the sky turn blue
I felt so good I almost forgot
All about you
I forgot how to cry
I forgot I could die
And I’m so sick of what I need
I could close my eyes and fall
If I think, I think of you
If I think, I think of you
I open my eyes
Watch the sky turn blue
I felt so good I almost forgot
All about you
thanks for reading,
coralinn
song of the day: august 1, 2008
August 2, 2008
this is my first song of the day entry! okay, well the song i pick is “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana. i chose this to be my first entry because it is the song that made me fall in love with music (as cheesy as that might sound), so my wish is that it will make you fall in love with music too, (if you already haven’t). Smells like teen spirit is pretty much an anthem for anybody who feels angry, scared, sad, alone, or just wants anarchy. it was written by kurt cobain, dave grohl, and chris novoselic (or krist novoselic). it is the only nirvana song (that i know of) that gives credit to all three of the band members writing the song. the song was first recorded in 1991. it changed music as the people of the 90’s knew it, and started the “grunge” movement that the 90’s is famous for. to listen to the song, and check out a really cool video, too, here is the link. just click below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPQR-OsH0RQ
in memory of kurt cobain,
coralinn
URGENT UPDATE
August 2, 2008
all right…i have decided that i will make a song of the day post. posted on that post will be a song, and a link to it. i will then describe the song, and tell you about it. this will enclude a history and everything. i will try to do this faithfully everyday. read my next post for a song!
(it’s not like anyone reads my blogs, anyways)
that’s all, folks!
coralinn
End the War In Uganda
July 31, 2008
Okay, there’s this really cool website called social vibe. What you do is, you make an account. You choose a cause. You choose a sponsor. Then you get points that, after time, turn into money from you sponsor that is automatically donated to the cause that you choose. (It all sounds really complicated, but it’s not)
The cause that I chose was to help end the 20 year war in Uganda. This war has forced families into separation, and drafted kids, that are way too young, into this horrible war. The money that is raised will be used for essentials from water, to a better education. Read more by clicking the link below. Do something important with your spare time. It’s really easy. Just join now!
http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=216840
peace, love, && understanding;
coralinn
back from camp
July 29, 2008
well, i’m back from camp for two weeks. i miss camp. i miss being cut out from the world. i miss being loved. at camp i didn’t feel like my hair had to be straight, or i didn’t have to act perfect, to be cared about. i made friends there. people loved me at camp. it was okay that i didn’t always look perfect, or act perfect, or BE perfect. people still accepted me. and that’s all i want. i want people to accept me. don’t get me wrong, i have friends and i really do have a great life, but it wasn’t like camp. it seems like there is better than here. i keep waking up at home wishing that i was there. i loved it there. ugh. i want those two weeks back.
talk later,
coralinn
Dancing in the moonlight
July 13, 2008
Have you ever heard the song Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest? It is probably one of my favorite songs right now. It is happy, and makes you want to dance. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a horrible-fuck-the-world mood, this song picks you up. So i wanted to tell you about this song incase you haven’t heard it. Just click the link below to listen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeZcsPAZOXA
well, there you go
Coralinn
Okay.
July 12, 2008
Tomorrow i leave for camp for two weeks. I don’t know if i should be excited or scared. This isn’t my first time going to camp, but this is my first time that i have anxiety problems and i’m going to camp. I’m scared that somebody won’t like me or something. My “best friend” really wants to flirt with hot guys and stuff, but i don’t want to. What if the guys don’t like me? What if the other girls call me a slut? Whenever i meet somebody new, i don’t talk to them AT ALL, so i don’t want the guy to think that i’m a bitch. This sucks. I’m not a bitch (i think), but what if other people think that i am? I don’t want to be known as the “bitch girl that doesn’t talk” at camp. That would suck. And what if people think that i’m ugly? Guys won’t wanna flirt with me if they think i’m ugly. I know that’s a ridiculously shallow thing to say, but it’s true! Guys won’t like me. I need confidence.
ugh
coralinn
I want to do something
July 10, 2008
I want to do something right now. Anything. I am bored out of my fucking mind. I have so much energy right now. I want to go jump off a building or go swimming or something. Instead, i am here blogging about nothing because i have nothing to blog about. I am such a loser. God, i have volleyball all day tomorrow, and i’ve had it all day this week, and i’ll continue to have it for the rest of the week. I don’t even want to play volleyball! I am sore. I’m okay at it; i’m not bad at it or anything, but i’m not child prodigy like my mother wants me to be. I want to sleep all day and go swimming all night. I want to go dancing in the moonlight for once. I want to blast my music, and have nobody care. But i can’t because i’m fucking cooped up at home with too many rules and too much supervision. Ugh. I’m going to explode. My brother goes out and gets high and gets drunk, comes home wasted the next day, my mom gets pissed, but he just does it again; while i can’t take a walk without somebody telling me a list of rules. I think i should just run away and become a drummer for some insane, loud, fucked up band and then rub it in everyone’s face. I’m not so quiet anymore! Am i?
I’m about to jump out of my skin!
Coralinn
Stepmom
July 9, 2008
My stepmom that is dying. The thing is, i don’t care. I want to care, but i don’t. In all honesty, i don’t. She has treated me like shit, and has been a crazy psycho bitch to me for so long, that i’ve gotten to hate her. I know, i know, call me a hateful person and all that other shit, but i really need to tell somebody the truth, or i might die as well. She has brought down my self-esteem by a considerable amount, and has made my opinions about life, people, and trust warped. I can’t trust anybody because of her. I don’t want to get hurt again by a person. She manipulated my dad, and is crazy. She is a selfish bitch. I’m sorry; no, i’m actually not. I shouldn’t have to be sorry about my opinions of a person. Ever. I don’t talk to my dad ever since she came into the picture. Fuck, i don’t even know my dad. And recently (well, kind of), my dad started having a bipolar fit at my brother and threw a glass at his head. Him and my stepmom chased him out the door, and started screaming at him. I think that was when i really started to not love/like either of them. I know i should love my dad, at least (i mean he’s family), but i can’t. I don’t know him well enough to love him. And he definately doesn’t know me, and he doesn’t try to know me. Why should i be expected to love somebody that i don’t really know? Because they’re family?? I try to care about them, and i kind of feel sorry for my dad because he is soon going to be alone, but not my stepmom. I don’t really care. My mom and my brother care, and they want her to get better, but i don’t. I don’t want to tell them that because they’re going to think that i’m some hateful bitch, and will hate me. They’ll think that i don’t have a soul or something. It’s just that i can’t love somebody that’s ruined my life. She yells at my friends, she yells at me, she yells at everybody that i care about. If she doesn’t like something then she’ll say that i’m a slut, or start talking about me and give me dirty looks-until my dad walks into the room. And every time i try talking to my dad about how she treats me, he gets really upset, and makes me have a talk with her. And when i talk to her about it, she makes me feel like i’m wrong, and that what i’m saying doesn’t even make sense. And then she goes on some rant of how she’s good to me, and has a crying fit in front of my dad, and tells him that she loves me, but i need some “manners”. She is the classic disney channel stepmom. Evil-ugliness and all. Fuck her. I don’t think that i should have to care about somebody that i have never cared about. This is stupid and fucked up. Maybe i am a cold and heartless person, but i don’t love people like i used to. I don’t trust them, because in the end, they ALL end up fucking you over.
speaking of the devil,
coralinn
Nightmare
July 8, 2008
I just had a crazy scary nightmare. In it, i was at school, and two of my friends had died. I went to their funeral. When i got there, there were two groups of people that obviously hated each others sitting on opposite sides of the room. My friend belonged on a different side than i belonged on. Everybody was screaming and shouting at us, and threatening to kill us. I don’t know what were different about these two groups, but i could tell they were different. Something about that dream haunted me. Dreams never scare me, so i don’t know why that one did. It gave me that tingle on my spine and i woke up in a sweat. What does it mean?
Help?
coralinn
smells like poser spirit
July 8, 2008
It pisses me off that grunge, alternative, and punk music is becoming popular among the preps. When i first became interested in this music, everybody told me that i had crappy taste in music, and said that this music sucked. i started wearing converse, and plain clothes while all of my friends were still absorbed in preppy designer clothing. my friends said that my style was boring, and didn’t understand why i wasn’t obsessed with shallow materialistic items like them. Now, people are ripping their jeans, and bringing grunge back. nirvana and other music from the “grunge” era (that i’ve been into the whole time) are back “en vogue” so my friends (along with the rest of the world) are buying designer ripped jeans, and buying kurt cobain converse even though they don’t even know who he is. Now, i am cutting edge and cool because i am into what’s popular now. I don’t understand how grunge (something that is supposed to be anti-materialistic, and anti-society) has now turned into something that money has to buy. I think i speak for true punk rock/grunge fans when i say that it pisses us off when magazines with leona lewis on them talk about nirvana and sublime being “gods” (blender magazine). you can’t be two things at once. you shouldn’t pay $50 for ripped abercrombie jeans and call them grungy. It’s not grungy. It’s called being a POSER. If kurt cobain were still alive, i think he would agree with me on this. if you are actually interested in the music and what it is about, and not the fashion of this, then good for you. but if you are interested with what is popular and cool, then fuck you. You are a poser.
Oh well, whatever, nevermind,
coralinn
my dream guy…
July 7, 2008
I need a dream guy. I want a guy with curly brown hair (like nick jonas’), amazing brown eyes, and and brittish/australian accent (preferably brittish). He needs to play guitar (well), and he has to be into good music. He has to love music. He also has to like me for me. He can’t like me because i’m “hot” or whatever. He has to like my personality. He has to be deep. I would like for my dream guy to be quiet and thoughtful. He needs to be thoughtful, and a gentleman. He needs to treat me with respect. He needs to understand me, or at least try to. He needs to be my age or older (but not majorly older, like 10 years+). My Dream Guy needs to be weird. He can’t be your average jock. He needs to be a good-boy, but not as in “i make a+’s on all my tests” way, more as in his morals are good. He has to “tame” me, but not in a sexual way. He needs to be muscular, but not steroids muscular. He can’t be a conceited ass-hole. And he has to need me somehow. I know this will never happen, and i’m being totally conceited and way too picky. But…i need to have standards. I don’t want to keep on dating shit-heads just because they “like” me. If i don’t set standards, then i’m going to end up being one of those single mothers that gets married and divorced like the seasons. If i ever want to be happy, i can’t keep on getting together with guys and then breaking up with them, and then be called a slut/skank, and then get together with another guy, and so on. Setting standards is the first step to the new me. I have to find a guy that i can trust.
Being hopeful,
coralinn.
i feel sick
July 6, 2008
today i feel like shit. i went shopping with my mom, and that was hell. she wanted me to “get out of the house”, because i “am hiding in my room too much”. does she not know that i hate going shopping with her?? She doesn’t let me get clothes that look good on me. and on top of our little shopping adventure, my stomach feels horrible. i spilled nailpolish remover on my toothbrush, and i think it made me sick or something. i’m about to go to my friends house later, so i’m gonna feel like shit there, too. :( what if i throw up on somebody?? oh my god. i can’t do this. help!
talk to you later if i’m still alive,
coralinn
about me
July 6, 2008
hi. my name is sarah cora-lynn, but i go by coralinn. i’m quiet, so don’t expect me to say much. i am becoming interested in blogging, because i feel like i have to share my opinion about something or i’ll explode. i’m shy, and get nervous around people that i don’t already know. i love music. you can ask me anything, and i will give you an honest answer. i am a “ginger” (if you watch southpark, you know what that means). if you didn’t already figure it out, i am a girl. i am thirteen years old, and am from seattle, washington. my favorite bands/musicians are nirvana, fiona apple, pearl jam, modest mouse, elvis costello, the sex pistols, flipper, the foo fighters, ben lee, and the jonas brothers. i know, i know, i’m kinda lame. i believe in gay marriage (i’m straight) and abortions. i like to play guitar, and want a drum set. my favorite clothes are a t-shirt, converse, and jean shorts. i have a fettish for cacti, my favorite animal is a crow. i enjoy running on the beach, and rainy days. i prefer to be alone than to be with a group of people. i don’t like it when people touch me in any way. i don’t believe in true love, and i’m not sure what religion i believe in. i believe in luck, but not fate. my lucky number is 8. my favorite season of the year is the fall. i hate the phrase “it’s a small world”, because it makes me feel trapped. i like pasta. i like eyes because they are the only part of a person that you can trust. eyes are the first thing that i notice about people. i love bubblegum flavored extra gum. i am not religious as much as i am spiritual. i like bright nailpolish. i have anxiety problems. almost everyday people ask me if i’m okay, or if i’m depressed when i’m in a perfectly fine mood. i’m not emo or any of that. i lie a lot to people, and i’m trying to get over that. i think a blog is a good way to start to get over that. i’m not like most girls my age. i hate long-term relationships, mostly because after a certain point people stop liking each other. my social group is mostly preps, and i’m not too proud of that. the only other social group at my school is the star wars kids. my school is really small. i want to be good at something. i’m not good at anything except math. math makes sense to me. it seems like the only thing that is consistant every time. you can morph science and writing, but you can’t morph math. it’s exact. every time. if people were like math, then the world would be a better place. my heroes are kurt cobain, fiona apple, and patti smith. my goal in life is to affect the world with music. if you have any questions or comments or want to talk (i swear to god i’m not a child molester or creepy internet predator) then just email me at sarahcoralynn@hotmail.com
now you know the real me
coralinn
