treasure trove

my room is cluttered, untidy and busy, but at the same time welcoming and exciting. have you ever realized how much shit you have in your room? besides necessities, which for me are books, hair things, makeup, ihome and perfume, there are all of the little things you've collected throughout your life. 

i have quite an accumulation of concert tickets, as well as the "souvenirs" i've received at the shows. i have the signed cd from peter bjorn and john, the skull maraca from whispertown2000, the plastic flowers from tilly and the wall, the drum stick from death cab for cutie, a couple photo/press passes from music festivals and random shows like rilo kiley at soma and sondre lerche at the troubador, the handwritten set list from jenny lewis and the watson twins...etc. 

i have a collection of books including used, new, coffee table, and collections of poems, essays and art, plus old text books, sat/act study books and 5 or 6 old diaries. none of them are filled completely. i tend to buy new ones when i think i'm gonna make a change in my life and i need a new journal in order to make my personal goals official. plus stacks of  magazines and The Vista.

i have about 5 different perfume bottles, most empty. some i had to stop using because they reminded me of certain events or people. the one i've stuck with is ralph lauren rocks. 

i have all kinds of posters from different concerts, drawings done by my sister, old pictures, old letters and records up on my walls. every single piece of art means something significant to me. my room is a visual haven.

tiny collectibles from grandparents, such as brooches, ceramic animals, a tiny carved giraffe...plus candles and their holders and little crystal bowls, new zealand money, a box of old awards and birthday cards, cds.

don't get me started on clothes, shoes or jewelry. one could get lost in the descriptions of such treasures.

being home and in my room has reminded me of better times, worse times and current times. but most of all it has reminded me of how lucky i am to be alive and happier and has made me grateful for all of the opportunities i've had. how many people get to say that they've met their favorite musician at their favorite concert venue? (jenny lewis at the troubadour.) 

if room raiders were a real show and i was on it, the entire world would know every little detail about my life, just from what i'm surrounded by when i sleep.

Woah!

some excitement:

the track thing to the right (you can sample the songs by clicking on the little play buttons)

5 rolls of film developed for $3.21

here are some of my favez:

wiggidy wack

a movie that i highly recommend is The Wackness. it's extremely relatable, wonderful cinematography, kick ass soundtrack and impressive acting. it's sad to me, though, that i can predict the future and hear kids saying "eh, it was okay. it was cliche blah blah blah." truth be told, every movie at this point is cliche. every love story, every drug story, every depression story. they're all the same deep down. but this film puts little spins on old topics, and they're funny. so don't hate on it just to be different, let yourself actually watch it without automatically judging it. i did it, and i had a wonderful night at the movies. 

on another note, my mind has recently clarified certain goings on for me, and i can't decide if it makes my life easier or more confusing, or both. i've realized that everybody thinks they are right all the time. if they are wrong, their mind convinces them that they are right, no matter what. people will twist stories around to make themselves appear to be in the right. people will talk shit to make themselves look intelligent and will try to insult you by projecting themselves onto you. but the part that helped to clarify it is this: that little part of your mind that always knows the truth, it grows and grows and grows the more you lie lie lie. the more you exaggerate, the more exhausted and dirty you will feel, because that little part of your brain that knows the truth has too many truths to hold inside, because you won't be expressing the truths on the outside. i realized this a long time ago. yeah, i used to exaggerate stories to make myself look better, but i was 14. not 19. i realized that i was happier when i told the truth, even if it got me in trouble. i had less headaches and felt less depressed. the more honesty you bring into your life the more happiness and respect you will bring into your life. everyone can see through the lying manipulative person. those types of people aren't very good with common sense. and who wants to be called "crazyface" behind their back by the people they think are their friends? embrace honesty and reap the benefits. 

that's my life lesson for the day haha. after movies i feel philosophical, even though most of what i say isn't that impressive.