Crush by DMB

I like the Escape The Fate. 

I like chocolate ice cream. 

I like old black and white movies.

I like a few silent films even.

I like scary books.

I like Taylor guitars.

I like holding hands.

I like sushi.

I like the NSA.

I like cheesy horror movies, especially from the 80s.

I like metaphors. 

I like sleeping.

I like being muddy.

I like Shakespeare. 

I like Skyping. 

I like singing in the shower.

I like slapping my belly to the beat of songs. 

I like writing, no matter what kind of writing it is.

I like dark chocolate Reese's. 

I like John Mayer. 

I like fairy tales.

I like Uzi's.

I like Death Cab For Cutie.

I like cleverness.

I like red hair.

I like scruffy faces.

I like Sonic Happy Hour.

I like Mexico Chiquito.

I like learning Greek.

I like holes in my jeans.

I like baggy shirts.

I like Rhoden Hall.

I like Airplanes.

I like rings.

I like bumper stickers.

I like Weebles. 

I like Wobbles.

I like the Sunday comics.

I like independence. 

I like Will Smith.

I like Lost.

I like Harry Potter. 

I like youtube.

I like Tina Fey. 

I like Braveheart.

I like Polaroids.

I like popcorn.

I like Disney.

I like classic literature.

I like soccer socks.

I like Crash Into Me.

I like Equilibrium.

I like happiness.

I like fixing things.

I like WAC.

I like Revelations.

I like sunshine.

I like night time.

I like rain.

I like black dresses.

I like Sharpee pens.

I like bacon.

I like feeling little.

I like midgets.

I like having my hair played with.

I like falling.

I like feeling.

I like tea and coffee.

I like sunrises.

I like the woods.

I like monsters.

I like cheese.

I like old, beat up cars.

I like carbs.

I like wishing wells.

And I like fruit.

Peace off!

Upside Down

Did you know I love Jack Johnson? Well I do. The song mentioned before is on the Curious George album. It's goodness, and the movie is cute, and I like monkeys. Was Curious George a monkey? I can't remember if he has a tail... If he doesn't, and he's an ape, I will love him 10x more. But it's okay if he is just a monkey. He's still delightful. 

It's been a while since I've talked about Dave Matthews. If any of you have any doubt about how much I love that feller, just read a few posts from when I opened this here blog. He is... Awesome. Plain and simple. 

A cover of The Freshman by The Verve Pipe just popped up on my Pandora. It's by some guy named Jay Brannan. I love the song, and it sounds weird this way. I know that if I had heard this version first I would like it more... But the original is just so good. This version... Wow. It's really good. But it's less powerful than the original. It's a shivers down the spine kind of song. And man, his voice is good. Okay... I like this version. I'll admit it. I'm not going to be a music snob. MAN. The more I listen the more I like it. Okay. It's over... But dang it was good. I still hold the Verve Pipe's better, but dangdangdangdang it was good.

I am probably going to enter a writing competition soon. It's for a scholarship, which is cool. But here's the kicker: It is a MAXIMUM of 1000 words. I don't do that! It takes at least that much for me to get a point across. Ahhhh... Dangflabbit. We'll just see how it goes.

I'm going to post another post in about ten minutes. I know. I'm crazy. Here is a quote I found and like:

Every house where love abides

And friendship is a guest,

Is surely home, and home sweet home

For there the heart can rest.

-- Henry Van Dyke

Peace off... For now!

Teenage Dream

Okay, hear me out. This is NOT Katy Perry's Teenage Dream, it is by the most amazing Boyce Avenue. If you want goodness in your soul, listen to that song. The words are different so they are absolutely tender and sweet, and he has the true idea of what love is. Unlike Katy Perry, this song is not all about getting in each other's clothes. If you like good music, you should listen.
I have been a posting fail! I keep typing up blog entries, taking a look at them, and closing the laptop. It's gotten to the point of extremity.
I'm sitting with Caylie, supposed to be doing school work... But guess what? I'm NOT. I was downloading stuff by that there Boyce Avenue band. They did Airplanes! Did you know I LOVE that song? I don't know why... I normally hate stuff like that. But for some reason I really like that song.
I absolutely love co-op. We were assigned different things to do reports on for biology, and I took viruses. And guess what I am writing about? ZOMBIES. Freaking zombies. I'm so excited! My goodness! In the words of Toby Turner, Holy sweet monkey mother of medicinal gun sneaky Jesus. I'm excited.
Caylie and I are listening to some of our old bands and musicians. It's good to know I wasn't the only extreme pop fan back in the day. Hilary Duff is what is playing now. It's making me feel all silly. But now I'm listening to Death Cab for Cutie, so I'm in the zone. I really should be writing my zombie report, or finishing my thingie for writing class, but I consider both of those fun. I love writing! So much better than bloody logic. Even though I have a logical mind, so it seems that I would like math and stuff more... Oh well. My life is a bundle of contradictions.
My life is a bundle in general. In fact, everyone's is. It's just everything that we love and feel and experience shoved into one tiny lifetime, completely unique to each of us. Kind of a weird thought. It reminds me of making sausage. Some families have reunions, we make sausage. It has desensitized me to gross foods, that's for sure. It's meat and guts on the inside, shoved into pig intestines. Smoked for a few days in the infamous smoke house behind my grandparent's house, and then BAM! The most delicious freaking sausage in the history of meat being shoved into pig innards.
Fallout: New Vegas. That is the game series I'm currently watching 'buscus play. It is funny, and Victor the robot is a creep. It's funny... I have this vast knowledge of video games but am SO not a gamer. When I play a video game I'm more occupied with making things blow up and shooting people in the head than actually playing... Or determining whether the person I'm about to shoot in the head is actually an enemy or not. Thanks Tobzor!
Caylie's calculator is hot pink. Mine is black. Math shouldn't be hot pink... It is not fun enough. But it works for her because she's fun.
I broke my butt about a year ago and sometimes if I sit down for a long time it hurts. It doesn't hurt now, I just thought you should know that.
"Your voice is the soundtrack of my summer..." Oh Boys Like Girls. You write good music...
I REALLY should do work! It has gotten to the point of extremity! Wow I already used that word... It has gotten to the point of... To the point of... Oh forget it.
Tonight! Retreat! Boring weekend! I'm about to fall out of my chair due to excitement! Wait... I'm not on a chair... I'm just sitting on the floor... Looks like I already fell! I'm so happy. Retreats make joy bubble up in my face.
My fingernails are chipped, my toenails are chipped, and I just ate some chips. I am Chippy... That is the name of a character in some show I used to watch. But as to who it was and on what show I cannot tell you. Do you have any idea? Post in the comments my five followers.
American Idol is back. It is so different. I don't really like it that much, but that one fifteen year old guy that was on was AMAZING. His voice was so pure and wonderful.
Man, I have nothing to talk about. I suppose that means I should shut up now. **I just made a mistake!!!**
Peace off bloggers!
Gracie O.

The Lucky Ones

I just realized that the same song has been playing over and over. The Lucky Ones by Brendan James. I'm not a huge fan or anything... But if you feel like a good happy song, look it up. In fact, I don't even mind that it is playing over and over. Each time feels new and good.

"This moment is yours, this moment is mine, and we're gonna be fine."

I love that line, and it really is applicable right now. I'm not going to get into all the details, not because they are personal, but because I'm just tired of hearing them and speaking them, but my wonderful aunt Juju is going through a whole lot of crap right now. (Her name is really Julie, but Juju is the name I assigned her as a kiddo.) She's the best, and it's really hard to see her upset. I don't think that as long as I've been alive, I have seen that woman cry. For real. She's tough as nails, but still amazingly sweet. She's just the greatest.
Another reason that that line is so great, is because in several relationships I've felt like I had a gigantic piece of glass in between me and my friends. Like I could see them, and if we yelled really loud we might be able to communicate, but they were untouchable. I finally feel like I'm punching through that glass. Sure, sometimes it has made my hands bleed, but there is always someone on the other side who is willing to wrap my hands and give me a hug. It feels good to have my heart opened back up again.

I have a new goal. I want to, by the time I die, have learned seven languages. Including one dead language, like Latin or something.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ-E1Uz2Luk&feature=grec_index <-Watch it if you are cool.

I know that I've only done this a couple times now, but I'm digging the whole title is whatever song I'm listening to thing. I think I'm gonna keep that around for a while. I listen to some weird stuff, so I could have fun with it. That's actually what my name on here is about... Not the Grace in the World, but Grace is Gone. It's a Dave Matthews song. The best version is his live stuff with Tim Reynolds. If you feel so inclined it would be to your benefit to listen.

Cori is over here. She's drinking all of our tea but it's okay because I like her. Well... I do really like that tea...
But yes, she is here. And we are watching Get Smart, a movie that I enjoy oh so much.

Well, I wanted to make this post longer, but I think I'm going to go and just make this a quickie. I'll try to post tomorrow and say all the stuff that is in my head, but right now isn't the time. Brain crack... I'm an addict you know. But hopefully I can release it all on you soon.
Peace off,
Gracie.

Amazing Grace

I'm sitting in bed, listening to that there song this whole entire post is named after. If you've never heard James Grundler's version, look it up right now. Close out of the blog, look it up, and come back when you are done.
Back?
Okay let's do this.
Today was Academy, which was uneventful and filled with strange people. One of my friends has renamed it Acrapdemy, and honestly that seems more fitting.
Whoa ahead of myself. Let's back up until breakfast. I ate two fried eggs. EGGS! I can eat eggs again! I'm like Liz Lemon from 30 Rock in the episode where Tracy's son (who is two years older than him) starts a restaurant called Staples. Only, she couldn't eat them because of her trust issues with men. They just gave me stomach issues. But now they don't! So I've been eating those little buggers as oft as I can. Not only were these eggs fried, but they were fried in butter. Like a true southern girl, I use butter every chance I get.
So then I did a lesson of geometry, which I am getting close to done with, and also did two lessons of GREEK. I'm so excited! I've been wanting to do this for so long, and now I CAN! :DDDDDD
Caylie: Still working on those pictures.
So then came Acrapdemy, and like mentioned before, it was uneventful. Civics class was verging on fun even. If it wasn't for Mrs. Sadler I do believe I would have left long ago. But she's a really good teacher... So I stay.
After that I went over to the Tillmans as is normal on a Thursday. I like that place. I got to play with Scott's new dog for a long time, and gave Emily her guitar lesson. That girl is GOOD. Real good. As in best person I've ever taught. So now I smell like her room and Darby, but I guess there are worse things to smell like.
Tonight we also ate very southern: Beans with ham, greens, and cornbread. Gosh I love the south.
Something very strange happened... I'm sad that I didn't get homework. Not in math, but in writing. I had missed that class, and darn you Mr. Graham, you didn't even give us a story to write when we got back! Now I've never, ever, in my entire life liked or wanted homework before, and now that I did... you let me down dude.
So here I sit... The song is long over. I've goofed off looking at Wedinator a while... And now return to my real life. But I promise not to get too caught up in it. :)
Peace off,
Gracie

Purple, black, and silver.

These colors, those wonderful colors, shall be head to toe on me tomorrow. Why? Well.....
HOMECOMING. 
Yes kids, you heard right. Homecoming is tomorrow, and it shall be great! (If you want to hear all the lovely particulars of this lovely day from an even lovelier woman, check out Caylie's blog... lifethesedayscaylie.blogspot.com) My day is going to go a little different, but the gist of it is the same. I'm (hopefully) going to go on a run with Wobs en la manana, then run run run as fast as I can into the shower and shave my legs. Then we shall head over to Court (for more details refer to previously mentioned Caylie blog) and then I'll ride with Caylie y su madre over to their house to get all beautified. I think a whole lot of girls are gonna be there, so I will be taking my own hair dryer thank you very much.
Then comes the part that I am most looking forward to... FOOD! We shall be dining on the very wonderful, very glutenous CARINOS! Oh my goodness gracious high holy heavens. That place... It will take me an hour to decide on what I'm going to order. And when I do decide, I know that it will be wonderful because it alway is! On a random side note, I went on a date to Carino's with Carolyn probably about a year or so ago. Actually... It was a year ago. Or was it two years? I just know that it was a Christmas present. That was fun! Carolyn? Are you there Carolyn? If so we should do something similar in awesome at a similar location relatively soon. Okay? Wonderful.
Then of course, head to the dance, yada yada yada, party party party, drink coke drink coke, dance dance dance, talk talk talk, lather rinse repeat.
I just hope that there aren't too many slow dances. It kinda is a downer when one plays and your man can't dance. (But worth it.)
I just figured out how to make a cool farting noise with my hands.
So... I was watching Tobuscus last night. If you don't know who that is then obviously we need to work on being closer friends because I talk about him all the time. So anyway I was watching one of his skits, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, and was thinking "Oh my gosh! This is so funny I could pee myself!" Then I realized the irony and went back to laughing.
I now am watching Monk, a rather great TV show. It's sad that it's over, but I guess it's better that they quit while they were ahead. If you enjoy murder shows, slightly twisted humor, and crazy characters... I would say you should watch it.
Okay, I'm going to go now. I need to get my beauty sleep!... Heh.
Peace off-
The soon-to-be fancy form of me.

I... I... I... :(

So last night, I was laying in bed, listening to John Mayer and a distant siren. And as I was lying in bed, listening to John Mayer and a distant siren, I thought about the fact that I have not blogged, or read any blogs in a long time. Caylie? Is your head still like jelly beans? Carolyn? Is your mouth healing? Rachel? What is up in your little life? I WOULDN'T KNOW WOULD I?
Before I catch you up on my life I have a little story to tell you. Squeamish look away...
At Night Watch, a 7 pm to 7 am worship service at church, I stepped on something and kinda bruised my toe. Not a big deal right? WRONG. I thought it was on the road to recovery, until last night when I examined it closer. It turns out when I hit my toe I actually cut it open too. I just have really thick skin on my toes so it had healed up already. So I'm looking at it and it had kinda blistered up when it healed and I couldn't figure it out. IT WAS BECAUSE THERE WAS A HAIR IN IT. My skin had actually healed over a tiny little hair, trapping it not only under a layer of skin but under a blister It was laying sideways so it wasn't like it would work itself out, so I did the first thing I thought of doing. I grabbed peroxide and soaked the tip of my trusty knife in it. You can probably guess what happened next... I cut open the blister and used my knife to dig out the hair. It felt about as good as it sounds. So yeah I doused it in peroxide and here I am today! And the weird part is, that it pretty much already healed. The blister is back a little bit but there isn't a cut. My toes are super healers.
So that's my story.
Land alive... I don't think that I've blogged since I was at Caylie's house! That's crazy. Christmas has happened, A NEW YEAR HAS HAPPENED, homecoming is about to happen... A lot is going down! I have a feeling this post is going to be really long so if you don't want to spend the time on reading it I advise jumping ship now.
Christmas! Let's talk about Christmas. Well, I'll  talk about Christmas, and you can just read it. Mine was pretty darn great! I got a new iPod which is great. I had pretty much twice as much as my old one would take, and gueeeesssss what? My grandpa surprised me with a new camera! I was completely not expecting it!  He's awesome. :D
New Years! Let's talk about New Years! Well, I'll talk about New Years, and you can just read it. I mentioned Night Watch earlier when I was talking about my toe. That is where I was! It was so... good. It was refreshing and good. Caylie was still just a tiny bit loopy, but that just added to the fun. I came home and crashed after, then ate some yummy food. What the food was I cannot tell you, but I can tell you it was good.
Homecoming! It's coming! It shall be one big pile of spiff, and I shall wear my purple dress, and I shall dance, and I shall have fun, and I shall wear more makeup than eyeliner and mascara. Normally I'm not crazy excited over dances, but this one just seems like it's gonna be fun. I'll be going with Wobs (duh) and before hand I'll be chilling with the ladies at Caylie's house, then shuttling off to Carino's for fantastic food filled with gluten. Then we all go to LRCA (random place for it to be held) and shall dance my face off!.. Er... My feet off I guess... Debating contacts vs. glasses. Post in the comments! I'm leaning towards contacts. I'm probably gonna do that. But opinions would be GREAT.
I just got back from la casa de mis amigos Maddie y Stu. We watched the Sugar Bowl game. I can hardly talk about it. **sigh**
My friend Cori (the one who's hair constantly changes) has a cousin in town. He only speaks Spanish and none of them do. So I got to talk to him on Sunday! He's a cutie pie. It was kinda hard to understand him though, because he's four, and his Spanish didn't really make a whole lot of sense.
A helicopter just flew overhead. I love it when that happens. I have a big mirror in my room that rattles every time there is a loud noise, and helicopters really excite the bugger.
Caylie! You are so great! I love all my coffee stuff! That mocha powder deliciousness? SO GOOD.
I've been eating a whole lot of really crappy foods, and today when I put on my jeans they were a litttttle tight. Oops. If I was the kind of person who got worried about that stuff I'd be upset... It just made me giggle.
But now they're all stretched out and ready to go!
I'm in the bathroom now, as I often am when I'm talking to the blog world. It just felt right... Just kidding. I'm in here washing my face and junk. Cause I done gots school in the morning, and I don't want to be a zitzor. What does that even mean? I don't know. I don't know.
So yes... It's about 1:15. I'm waiting to take off my white strips. For my teeth that is, just saying.
BIG NEWS: I just learned how to spell dooblydoo. I've never known... I've just liked saying it. But thank you John Green, you are an inspiration, and a wonderful, wonderful speller.
I'm behind on Tobuscus. I'm watching his videos as I wait for white teeth-ness.
YES! Removal of white teeth makers. Well I'm done in the bathroom, and so I'm done with you!
Just kidding. I could never be done with you. You bake too good of cookies. Say what? You don't bake? Look at you trying to be all modest. I know... Don't... No.... Stop trying to be so humble with your cookies!
Ah... I'm feeling loopy. So adios... I wish you the best days of your life starting... NOW, and hope that one day, you can get that pet monkey you've always dreamed of. No wait... That's my dream.
Peace off!