Soooooo I've been making riffs and coming up with chords a few of my songs, and I'm dang proud. I already have 3 songs up on my myspace music page, and Im happy, even though the recording is crappy. Which reminds me, I need to find better equipment haha. Well these are these are the lyrics that I wrote recently...I wrote it when my Ex bf told me that I'm a weak and Insecure person...so I responded with a song:
it's called "try"

I am weak and insecure
I will give up and be unsure
I'll bite my tongue, and never speak
i'll go inside myself,play hide and seek
i can't help it if i ain't doing okay
i'm sorry if it's not going your way
i'll sit here and just think
make no movement, i won't blink

don't try to break me, just move on
it's the right thing, don't make me feel wrong

everything piles up on top of me
i am on the edge, no where else to be
each day i was fighting to keep this up
but in the end no one gives a fuck
i can't help it if i ain't doing okay
i'm sorry if it's not going your way
i'll sit here and think
make no movement, i won't blink

don't try to break me, move on
it's the right thing, don't make me feel wrong

believe me when i say i tried
no one wants to say good-bye
things just turned out this way
if i couldv'e handled it, i would've stayed

don't try to break me, just move on
it's the right thing, don't make me feel wrong

no point in asking me why
i'll go now, say good-bye

and that was it...he later messeged me, and asked me what that was all about, and well I just told him to figure it out.

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awesome, i wish i could write lyrics, but im only good at writing music.

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you know..i felt the same way at first..
well not so much on writing music, more like art.
i used to tell myself I should just stick to drawing.
but then i started writting, and it came naturally.
i bet if u give it a try something good can come out of it

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So today I was excited for my semi-final game (soccer). I woke up at 8, even though I should've woken up at 7, because my game was at 9....ANyway...I woke up, ate a bit, didnt want to go stuffed and barf out everything on some player...I waited for a while for my parents to get home, but nothing...GAH it frustrated me because I was going to be late to my game. So it was 9, I just said "Fuck it" and asked my older bro who was in town from Vegas, to take me. He said yeah, but was all grumpy cuz I woke him up. We were in the truck already when my parents arrive from idk where. We leave without saying a word to them, then my dad calls saying he wants to go to my game, so we go all the way back to my house (keep in mind the game had already started by then) and I get even more pissed. So we pick up my dad, and we're driving to my game. He asked me if i was mad at him, I just ignored him, I was trying to concentrate. He just kept on asking, and i said No. But it came out like I was mad. He just stayed quiet. He dropped me off because he was going to find a parking space, and I run to the field (the game had already started). Of course the coach was all mad cuz I came late. He told me to warm up and put me in.
First half was going good, I was playing my best.
Second half, i was placed in a position i hated to play, and like the first few minutes the team scores on us. (A really stupid goal that our goalie could've stopped). No problem, it was only one goal, we could catch up, plus we were dominating the team. I hated this position, and everyone knows that, even the coach, and he still puts me there. SO i was completely lost in the middle of the field trying to get the ball. I'm used to the sidelines, running up and down. But this was different.
i got so frustrated, because my dad was yelling at me like as if i had done something wrong when i felt as if i was playing my heart out, and especially because some girl in the field kept on hogging the ball, when i asked her to pass it, and i was wide open. So, the team scores on us again, and then a few minutes later. I still was not changed back to my original position, and the girls kept hogging the ball. SO 20 minutes before the game ended i said "fuck it", i just decided to not try, (kinda like my own protest so he could change my position). The game ended, and I just walked off the field and headed for the truck. My dad right behind me. Didnt even say bye to the team or good job. I was just pissed.
On the ride back home, nobody said a word. We got home, I headed straight to the shower. I could hear my dad sayin "i dont think she likes when i go to her games. I yell at her, and she gets mad" which pissed me off even more. After my shower i went straight to my room, and I've been in here ever since my game. This is where Im writing from right now, Im just mad. And extremely moody (for us girls, u know what that means)
But yeah, my day is gay. Another elimination in the semi-finals. FUCK!

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No one reads my blog

im such a loser hahaha

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I love reading your bloggity blog!

 

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"We play so fine, don't you agree?" ~ Layne Staley

"We want to celebrate what we did and the memory of our friend." ~ Jerry Cantrell

PunkyLunky:

I love reading your bloggity blog!

 

awwww...
yay!
that made me happy.

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hmmm...
well what has happened lately? good news, bad news.
Um..well my band (pretty much just me, since my other band member/guitarist never shows up), well anyways..we (i) i have 6 new songs on my music page!
im so happy, cuz theyve been sounding better!
i recently wrote a song called "90, 95, 02", it's dedicated to Andrew Wood, Shannon Hoon, and Layne of course. I recorded it, and it's my personal fav. out of all the songs ive recorded.

I just got back a few hours ago from Patterson, California, which is up in North Cali. like 1 1/2 hours from San Francisco (which i really wanted to go visit again, cuz its been ages since i last went, and i barely remember). I went for my cousin's grad. There we attended the grad, then i met my cousin's gf, who he knocked up, and is like 14, or something, (im older than her), and hes like 16, and they wanna get married, and i just wanna slap him... well anywho, woke up in the morning and left patterson like at 10:30 am, and got here at 3 pm.
Well now for the bad news, not so much bad, but just idk..
so one of my best friends knows i like one of my guy friends...
but my guy friend likes her... :-/
but, she says she doesnt like him, and that "i can have him"
so im like w/e, and then she talks to me and says
that hes gonna "ask her out"
so i say okay, cool, but she says she doesnt want him, but im cool with it.
then she starts telling me how she's starting to fall for him,and she knows that i like him
so im like, what the?
its just a guy, but it bothered me that she told me all of this knowing that i like him..
so im kinda like eh..
wish em luck is all i can do..even though theyre not together "yet"
booo

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She's not a true friend, Gema.

You don't do that to a "friend".  Not cool.

    

 

 

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"We play so fine, don't you agree?" ~ Layne Staley

"We want to celebrate what we did and the memory of our friend." ~ Jerry Cantrell

Good morning Gema. Sorry, I do not read the blogs too much, have been playing catch up on alot of the other AIC topics.  I sometimes comment if I see them pop up in the ACTIVE TOPICS area.  Yeah, it can be weird when a parent is at the game. You want to please them and it stinks when they get on your ass a bit. My dad showed up to very few games, then he pretty much just stopped showing up. He gave me some bad advice that, even as a kid, I knew was bad advice. I remember at a baseball game, I had got hit by a pitch and he told me after that to throw the bat at the pitcher if he did it again. Even as a kid, I was like, "I can't be doing that!" LOL Oh, he is a piece of work.

It appears you like soccer, hang in there. Sounds like you are pretty good at the one position but you did make one small mistake. If a Coach does switch you to a position you do not like, that is not an excuse to give up, even if the other team scores or whatever. You always have to play hard  through the final whistle, it does not matter where you have been placed on the field. You only get to play games once in a while, you should take the opportunity to make sure to play your best, especially on gameday. You may not agree with the Coach but you still gotta play through the final whistle. Your Coach will notice this and may have an increased confidence in you. If you get this increased confidence from the Coach, then this gives you a better chance to go to the Coach and say, "Coach, I really prefer to play the other position and can feel like I can help the team better at that position."  The Coach may listen, he/she may not switch you back to that position but if you show that you are playing hard, they are more likely to listen to you. Wherever your placed on the field, you need to think of concentrating on that position only in the meantime. Just a thought.

As far as your friend, sounds uncool, sometimes people do make mistakes though, especially when it is a male/female issue!    Keep blogging away!   Stay cool and keep writing the songs, good luck with getting the band rolling.   

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RIP Layne. The music lives on..........

punky:yeah i know...as much as i wanna tell her something, i cant, because i dont want to come off as a biatch..im not that kind of person...but it is messed up how she told me that.

pittsburgh:yeah i know, i guess i was really stressed out that day..and i shouldnt have given up

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That's a good approach, Gema, you're being the better person, but I'd pull away from her to show her she's not your friend.  You don't have to have a confrontation about it.  If she asks you can tell her....

 

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"We play so fine, don't you agree?" ~ Layne Staley

"We want to celebrate what we did and the memory of our friend." ~ Jerry Cantrell

do you still talk to her after this?

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punky: that's true...it'll be hard, cuz i always talk to her, and she always comes to me when she needs to talk, so im sure she'll ask whats wrong

mlangunas: no i haven't talked to her since, idk if she's noticed why ....

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Organization is always a thing to try! Pictures too!

 

I'd do this for mine...but...I just haven't got the time.

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