Today is the last day of August, and the last day of BEDA as well.
When I set myself this task back at the beginning of August, I didn’t realize that it would be this easy. I realized, coming up with things to write about weren’t as difficult as I expected. There were a few days when I’d run out of topics to write about, but then I’d just ask friends for help.
This project also unveiled just how little I blog. I’ve posted the same number of blog posts this month as I did the entire time I’ve had this blog. This is a wake up call for me to blog more.
Would I do this again? Definitely. See you next year BEDA!
What kind of music did you listen to on your iPod or phone the last time you had your earbuds plugged in? Did you listen to any bands who weren’t very well known?
Indie music is one of the hardest genres of music to get in to (and by get in to I mean like). Some people really enjoy listening to bands such as The Front Bottoms or twenty one pilots and some don’t. Usually, a big part of the reason why indie bands stay indie or semi-indie is because big labels and the mass audience don’t like the way the band sounds. It could be the lead singer’s voice and style of singing (like Brian Sella from The Front Bottoms), the topics of their songs, or the way their music sounds.
Personally, I really love indie music and majority of the bands and artists I like are indie or at least not too well known.
To anyone reading this blog post, I challenge you to search up an indie band and give them a listen. Who knows? You might like them.
When you read this, if you ever read this, you’ll be just a bit older than a teenager.
I hope that your childhood was filled with lots of joy. You got the chance to go to Disneyland and have the time of your life. I hope that your imagination was just as wild as mine and you acted out all the fantasies that went on in your head. You fought off the bad guys or you married the Prince Charming of your dreams. I hope you spent your childhood outside, running around on the playground playing Marco Polo or tag or whatever the game would be. If there were any playground bullies, I hope I would have taught you to not let them bring you down.
I hope you remember that if you wanted to be a fairy princess, then I would have bought you all the pretty dresses the mall carried. if you wanted to dress in jeans and t-shirts and skateboard, then we’d have hit up all the skate shops together. if you wanted to express yourself, then go ahead, dye your hair into a rainbow. pierce your face, it won’t do any harm anyways.
I hope middle and high school went well for you. You knew to work hard and put in the effort, but not to be let down about the occasional bad mark. Brush it off, learn from it, and do better next time. I would be proud if you brought home a report card full of Bs, you did a good job. If you brought home As? You deserve cookies.
I’ll support your dreams of becoming a rockstar, a painter, a chef, or a poet as long as you have a plan B. I’d love to see your dreams true and for you to be happy.
If you crush, and you crush hard, it’s not a bad thing, it just means that you’re just like mom. A complete and utter hopeless romantic. But don’t be like mom and stand around for him/her to come to you, because, let’s face it, a lot of times it just doesn’t happen. If you really like someone, then let them know, it might turn out in your favour. I hope that if you’re gay, you won’t be afraid to come to me, because I’ll still love you and welcome you with open arms. I hope that if he/she breaks your heart and leaves it shattered on the floor, you’ll pick yourself back up (after movie marathons and pints of ice cream) because you were okay before the relationship, and you’ll be okay afterwards. If he/she hurt you, and you’re angry, tell it to him/her straight up, he/she should know how much you’re hurting.
I hope that you thought I was a good mom to you. That I was a cool mom but I still had ground rules that if you broke, there were consequences. I hope you respected me, and didn’t fear me, as that would be the last thing I’d ever want.
2011: This was when I started cutting my hair short, so I had a chin length bob. Throw on a pair of black skinny jeans, low top converse, and a grey TNA hoodie. Makeup? What is that?
2012: Do the same thing as the year before, but add in a few cardigans. You discover mascara, which is a good thing
2013: Pop Punk! All the Pop Punk! You discover checkers, and layering unbuttoned checkered shirts over a t-shirt. Good, good. Aaaaand now is when you discover eyeliner! Pile it on underneath your eyes like an emo scene kid from the early 2000s
2014: Vans. You discover Vans. Now instead of looking emo, you look like a hipster skater girl. You bought striped t-shirts and more checkers/plaid. You discover foundation and eyeshadow and blush. Finally, a little too late if you ask me. You have an obsession with playing acoustic guitar. ALL THE DAMN TIME.
2015: Your style has evolved, and so has your hair. You grew out your hair and rocked the long tresses for a good 8 months. Then you chopped it all off for a pixie cut. You bought a few dark coloured dresses and skirts! You also bought a denim vest from the men’s side of the store. You bought a bowler hat. Also, combat, you own Doc Martens. Your style is sometimes denim vest hipster and sometimes all black wearing punk chick and sometimes bowler hat sporting 1940s vintage. You finally understand that eyebrows are important, and now know how to fill them in. You buy concealer, as you realize that trying to put foundation on your under eye bags doesn’t work.
Two days ago, I hung out with my best friend from high school. I thought we had a a lot to talk about, but turns out, I had way more to say than she did. I filled her in on what’s been going on with me for the past year, and she didn’t talk much. I was a little disappointed, as I expected her to talk about the new friends she’s made or how her classes were going or even if she’s met (a) cute boy(s). Sadly, she only filled me in on those topics after I asked her about them. I also don’t know if she’s changed a lot, or if I’ve changed a lot, but spending time with her wasn’t as fun and great as it was back in high school.
I don’t know, maybe people change, and maybe a friend who I thought was really awesome change, and I’m not compatible with them anymore. Maybe you’ve just got to make the best of the good times you have with someone, because they’ll come back a slightly different person. Maybe you’ll realize that the fun times you had with that person were all that was given to you. You’ll then realize why you didn’t cherish those times more. When you’ve got something great going on, hold on to that, you don’t know when it’s gonna stop, or how long it’s gonna last. That person might drift away and you’ll desperately want them to come back. Sometimes they will, and sometimes they won’t.