Danny Gokey Concert Experience :)

So I'm going to try to remember everything from last night in as clear of detail as possible. So let's get started :)


I arrived at the venue about an hour before the show, like my Sophia's Heart ticket purchase told me to do, and picked up my stuff at the Box Office window. I got a new SHF bracelet, which my sister stole, but I'm okay with that because I completely adore my old and worn (aka loved) one. I noticed that my information told me to go to the stage door on the left of the theatre, not knowing exactly where that was I asked for directions, a few very nice ladies told me where to go and said they were jealous, asking how I had gotten the meet and greet.

When I found where I was supposed to be the security guard told me it would be about 15 minutes until they let people back to meet him, so I turned and saw a very nice older couple with a daughter in a wheelchair behind me. We struck up a conversation and they were very nice people who loved Danny and his music. The crowd started to gain volume and the time to be escorted back finally came. I was behind the nice couple I met and was perfectly fine with that. I was, after all, pretty much second in line.




It was relatively hot backstage waiting for Danny to appear, but well worth it. After about 5 minutes I saw Ivan walk out of the door, which made me really happy because I had been told only Danny was present at the meet and greets and I had really been hoping to meet him as well. A few seconds after he exited the building I spotted Danny. He was wearing dark jeans, brown combat boots, a brown shirt, necklace, and of course matching glasses. He looked extremely happy and even cuter in person. The people in front of me wandered his direction and I heard them talking to him, but I was talking to Ivan. He said, "TeeFly!" and I was happy he remember, if not a little embarrassed. I got to talk to him for only a short bit, hopefully next time it will be longer, but I managed to get a picture with him, which I love.




After taking my picture with Ivan I got back in line and noticed the group in front of me were done. Danny turned toward me and said, "TeeFly, right? I think that's your whole twitter name." I told him it was and he seemed glad he had remembered. He asked me if I had anything for him to sign and I handed him the slip of paper. While he was signing it he looked up at me and said "You know this is my last show with Sugarland." he seemed sad about it. I told him that I saw that on twitter and he laughed. Right after that he noticed the bag I was holding in my hands and said excitedly, "Is that for me?" I told him it was and he took it quickly and hugged it, smiling. He looked inside and said, "Oh I thought it was chocolate, I was like everyone is trying to make me fat!" haha (it was a Green Bay Packers tee btw) I laughed and said no, and the guy asked if I wanted him to take our picture. I said yes and then we did, I thanked Danny and began to walk away when he said, "Wait, you forgot your hug." So I went back and hugged him (he really is a great hugger) and then walked out to the concert smiling!

After meeting Danny I decided to go and look at the merchandise booth to see if I wanted one of his shirts. I loved the black ones, but all of them were way to big so I got a pink one, which I actually really love, now! After that I picked up a Sierra Mist and made my way toward my seat, after all, Danny was about to go on.

Danny came out singing "Get Away" and the crowd was getting really into it. I was amazed at how awesome he sounds live, since most people don't sound as good live as they do on CD, but I actually think he sounds better. He got really into the song and made most of the crowd get into it as well. I for one was jumping up and down singing.



Next he sang "My Best Days" which the kid in front of me freaked out about. I thought it was awesome of course and was singing along. I liked his introduction for it too. He talked about how he had recently celebrated his 30th birthday and he wasn't sad or depressed, but rather, he was celebrating life. It was very heartfelt and genuine. Danny appeared completely at ease in front of this huge crowd.

The next song he sang was "Be Somebody" it had a little introduction and then he got into it, running all around the stage and and singing with every ounce of enthusiasm he had in him. It was just incredible. He really can put on a show. You haven't heard or seen Danny until you have experienced him live, it is a whole new level.

His last original song was "IWNSG" and he talked about Sophia for a bit and how he knew he would see her again in Heaven. It was a beautiful speech. He dedicated the song to everyone who had ever lost someone in their life. And even though I've heard it a million times I teared up and almost started bawling hearing it live. He just sings it with so much conviction it's insane. It is probably the most beautifully sung song I have ever heard live and that is saying something.



Last he sang, "Life is a Highway" and everyone in the crowd was at attention standing up for this. When he was done he announced that after the show he would be signing stuff and he would love to meet everyone and shake their hands.

Little Big Town was pretty good after Danny, and Sugarland is actually pretty incredible live. Very energetic and beautiful singers, truly. I only took pictures of Danny, however, since he was my purpose for being there.



We got in Danny's line for after the show and were about 5 people from the front. After around 45 minutes of waiting I spotted Danny walking on the grass toward the venue. I told the little girl behind me to look because she had been waiting for so long and she screamed and jumped up and down in excitement, it was so cute. Danny came and sat down and started signing things. You weren't allowed to take pics from the line, which was random, so I didn't get any.



But my sister got him to sign her picture she had bought and I gave him my ticket, which he signed upside down. He asked, "So how did you enjoy the show?" I told him that it was even better than I had imagined it would be and he smiled and said, "I just want to thank you so so much for all your support." and did his scrunched up nose smile. I told him no problem, well kind of I said it as I was being shuffled away and I hope he heard.


All in all, I had the most amazing time ever, and I just can't wait for my next Danny Gokey concert! :)

Lightbulb Moment =O

Have you ever experienced a moment of silence in life? The kind they show in movies where everything suddenly makes sense, it's like all the pieces of an invisible puzzle suddenly fit and you can see on the actor's face that something, you may not know what, but something, is suddenly right. Well I have had one of those moments. I don't know if at the time I realized it was, but looking back I can see it (in slow motion) as plain as day.

It was the year 2000, and I was sitting in a third grade classroom. It was an ordinary day like any other, we were practicing cursive and doing some sort of mathematical equation, when my teacher, Mrs. Carolyn, decided she was going to start a book club of sorts for our class. We would start this off by reading a book about a boy wizard. It was called, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone." Our classroom fell silent and for effect she turned out the lights. I had never much been an avid reader, but I sat captivated in my seat, certain that something was about to unfold that I would be all too interested in. I can still recall sitting in that third desk on the first row as she sat on her stool and began,



"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense..."

It's so strange to me how one moment can forever alter the course of your life. I can still feel the sense of wonderment and excitement I felt as Mrs. Carolyn unraveled a world of magic and horror, I had seldom been accustomed to previously. It was in that moment, on that ordinary day, that I completely fell in love with the written word.

You see for me, words are magic. I love the way a book can transport you to a completely different time, immerse you in the lives of people so far outside your own tiny existence, and just alter your version of people or reality. I love the way a song can tell a story as clearly as if you are watching it unfold before your eyes, or the way a poem can rhymingly (or not) express a persons innermost desires disguised as something completely non-threatening. I truly wish I were a more eloquent writer and could impress upon you my love for, well, words.

Since I fell in love with the written word ten years ago my appreciation of it has only grown stronger, my desire to further it, more palpable. I long to create characters of my own that people fall in love with and want to grow with, the way I fell in love with a scrawny boy with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead all those years ago. For me, Harry Potter is the ultimate example. Since I began reading Harry Potter in 2000, I haven't stopped. I have read every book, more than twice, and the third one at least four or five times (it isn't my favorite, per-say, it just happened that way). Simply put, I love Harry Potter. I read, fascinated as he was taken from a miserable upbringing with the Dursley's to a world of wonder and excitement beyond even his dizziest daydreams. I was captivated through six years of schooling, crushes,love, mistletoe, heartbreak, sacrifice, courage, and bravery and one year of terrifying situations, death-defying feats, shocking alliances, and triumph in the face of defeat. If I could one day create a character that people love half as much as I adore the ones that fill the pages, penned by J.K. Rowling, than I would be incredibly ecstatic.



So for me, as you caught by the long rant, words are magic and a simple moment of reading by a third grade teacher, whom will always carry a special place in my heart, changed my life forever. Now you know that writing is my passion, my silent, everything makes sense moment, but I'm curious, what was yours? Have you had one? If so, I'd love to hear all about it. There is a comment section below! Thanks for reading :)

Happy Birthday, Danny Gokey!!!!

*I'm kind of taking a bit of a divergence from my usual blog to post this poem I wrote for Danny Gokey in honor of his 30th birthday, which is today. Just bear with me, I know it's a bit silly, but it's what came into my head*

My Inspiration
It seems funny and cliché
That I should type these words down
Hoping that they
Will make sense somehow
I want to convey
The convictions of my belief
That your existence
Healed a part of me
I was a little lost
In a stormy endless sea
Questioning things
I found it difficult to see
Until the day you appeared
And shown a light on me
Proving my doubts
Were unfounded and silly
It’s a bit hard
To try and describe
How by simply being yourself
You helped me to strive
I guess seeing someone so selfless
Taught me how to give again
And your faith in a higher being
Showed me that the only love worth having
Was one without limits or conditions
At the end of the day
I just want you to go to sleep
Knowing if nothing else
You saved someone
You constantly inspire
Me





*I hope you enjoyed it, for anyone who reads it, and if you haven't checked out this man's incredible music please do so! You can listen at dannygokey.com! Much love,and as always I'd love to hear your thoughts! Anyone that inspires you to the very depth of your soul? How about just someone who you think is an exemplary human being? Don't be shy, come on and share :)*

Ugly Betty: Why It Mattered to Me

*this blog is my small tribute to Ugly Betty, I loved every second of that show and I will miss it very dearly*

"Betty, you have to believe me when I say this, you are beautiful."


For the past four years Ugly Betty has come into my house each week with the same basic message. Be who you are and be okay with it. It's funny actually that this show came into my life at the exact time I needed something to tell me that being different was special and that being yourself may not always be easy, but it is the right thing.

You see when Ugly Betty aired I was a freshman in high school. I had just turned 14 and was dealing with a bit of an identity crisis. My best friend of six years had suddenly stopped talking to me because I wouldn't change who I was and mold myself into what she wanted me to be. I struggled with deciding whether keeping her as a friend was worth sacrificing myself. During this struggle I turned on the TV one night to see a girl with a smile full of braces, unruly hair, and big red glasses. I'm not really sure what it was about her, but something held me in place. I watched fascinated as she stayed true to herself after going through hardship after hardship, barely ever faltering from her cherry disposition. I was amazed by her. Here was this girl who owned who she was, who dared to be different, and who made no apologies about that fact. I guess if this was one of those cheesy movies now would be the time I'd say, "Ugly Betty had me at hello."

Through four seasons Betty had me captivated and fascinated. But it wasn't just Betty herself that drew me in. Each character was completely unique and all their own, offering something new and different to the table. Ugly Betty was kind of like the TV show equivalent to a buffet, everyone could find something in it they liked. From Betty to Daniel, Marc to Amanda, Hilda to Justin, or Ignacio to Claire, and so many more characters, each of which was an enthralling part of the shows dynamic.

Personally the character that I connected to the most was Betty. Not really because I am as fashionably challenged as her, but more her personality. She is the kind of person who wants what she wants in life and isn't going to take no for an answer. Aside from that she is an honest and loyal friend, daughter, and sister, which I try my hardest to be all the time. Of course she is human too and therefore has faults, which is something I think is essential in a good character on television. Everyone messes up, that doesn't make them bad, it simply makes them human.

The two greatest lessons that Ugly Betty taught me (as well as anyone else who watched it) were 1) love truly does conquer all & 2) being who you truly are is the most important thing of all.




At times Ugly Betty was bold and ahead of it's time I suppose. One of my favorite story lines was the 'coming-out' of Betty's nephew, Justin. I found this such a great storyline because it went along with both of the major messages Ugly Betty tried to display. Justin eventually, with the help of Marc (whom I freaking LOVE) found the courage to be who he was (gay) and his family truly loved him regardless. This storyline was great not only because if you watched the show you had been waiting four years for that to happen, but because it showed that if a family is strong and their love is true than no matter what happens, it will survive. Ugly Betty had a way of making you believe the best in families, friends, and just bonds in general. After all, there is more than one type of family, and only one type requires an actual blood bond.

I guess you could classify me as one of those people who loves happily ever afters, or fairy-tale endings, so naturally I was a Daniel/Betty or Detty fan from the start. Because really what greater way for a show that is supposed to show people that beauty is in the eye of the beholder (and that there are many different types of beautiful) to end than with the once shallow-playboy falling in love with his dumpy-assistant. I was never in favor of a full makeover because in my heart it would negate the entire message of the show. Of course everyone would love her if she turned beautiful by societies standards, but that was never what Ugly Betty was about. I think all of us Detty fans got our happy ending when Daniel chased Betty to London to begin his "new life." Because really let's face it, nobody is going to start a new life across a giant ocean unless you are doing it for love, or something close to it. And if you read the final "Letter from the Editor" on ABC.com that is clear to you as well. I know many people believed it would be too Cinderella-esque. But in my mind, a happily ever after in a world full of happily NEVER afters is a blessing.





I don't know if this blog makes any sense, or if it flows like I wanted it to, my point is that Ugly Betty was an amazing show because it had heart behind it and a lesson. If you can be entertained and walk away from the experience feeling like you learned a little something about being a better person, than maybe, just maybe, it changed you a little bit. It caused you to grow. And you didn't even realize it was happening =)

Like I said, this blog is dedicated to Ugly Betty, a show in my mind, that will loom forever in unconquerable existence. Thanks for entertaining and teaching me. Thanks for helping me to grow <3

Are Tattoos Still Taboo?

Be honest, what was your first thought when you saw that picture? Did the fact that he might be a businessman even cross your mind? What about a CEO, a banker, or a doctor? Tattoos have made incredible strides in the past few years toward becoming more mainstream and accepted. But is the popularity of tattoos a passing trend or a shift in culture toward acceptance? Tattoos are not the taboo subject they once were, but how close are we to abolishing the social stereotyping that comes along with this particular brand of art?

I don't have a bunch of research showing the statistics of hundreds of people who were surveyed answers, but I honestly don't think it is needed. I have two eyes and ears and I know the reactions of people around me when they see or hear about a tattoo.

I am probably not the most impartial person to write a blog about tattoos considering the fact that my brother has four and I am in the process of mapping out the ones I plan on getting sometime in the not-so-distant future. But then again maybe that makes me the perfect person to discuss them, with an open mind, and a (currently) untarnished body. So what makes people so interested in getting tattoos? Is it the ultimate form of self expression? The (from what I hear) addicting pain? A need to distinguish themselves from the crowd? An unquenchable thirst for a life just a little bit left of center? The answer?

ALL OF THE ABOVE

Every person is different, each a completely unique artwork made by the perfect, defined brushstrokes of God, so of course their reasons for getting tattoos vary. For some it may be a way to show the world who they are and the rules they live by, for others it is a way to honor a culture, an ideal, or a person that has touched their life in a significant way. And maybe some people simply like something and want to keep it close to them always.



I used to be completely addicted to a show called "Miami Ink." It centered around four tattoo artists out of South Beach (Miami), Florida. They are four of the best tattoo artists in the world: Ami James, Chris Garver, Chris Nunez, and Darren Brass. And the reason that I fell in love with the show was the stories as well as the art. I found it fascinating learning about the various reasons that people had for deciding on something so permanent. For some it was the mark of triumph over a terrible illness. For others it marked the end of an era of their life, or was a memorial to those they loved that were no longer with them. And when I watched these tattoos unfold before my eyes I was fascinated, enthralled even. I couldn't have looked away if I had wanted to. They were beautiful pieces of art that people could walk around with daily. Little reminders of what they had gone through and would continue to go through until the came to rest. I had never guessed that something so beautiful could be seen as wrong. How could everyone be so opposed to something so incredible, so gorgeous? I made this inquiry to my parents where they explained to me that it just didn't look right for people to go around with so many visible tattoos, it just wasn't seen as classy. I still didn't understand, after all it was art. Movable, intricate, and unique in design. It was living, breathing art, put on a canvas that got way more looks than a piece of white board sitting in someone's house unable to move about, to display itself.

I think tattoos are a refined taste. Maybe they are like art in that way. Some people love going to museums, studying various artists from Cezanne or Monet to Renoir, but it just isn't for other people. They'd much rather watch a baseball game, or go fly fishing. I think tattoos are kind of like that. Some people fall in love with the intricacies of the art form, the way a piece of art can move on the human body in a way it can't on canvas. The way in which the colors fade and sharpen with time. And the way each artist brings their own unique flavor to a piece, giving a completely one of a kind feel. But just in the way that baseball or fly fishing isn't for everyone neither are tattoos, and that isn't a bad thing. It isn't even reprehensible. Tattoos aren't for everyone.























In this day and age you see more people with visible tattoos than ever before. It has become completely mundane for a housewife in suburbia to have one. A business man in Atlanta or a politician in Washington, D.C. So you would think with all the face time tattoos are getting the negative connotation that comes along with them would soon be banished off somewhere into the background, but it isn't true. People will probably always look at you twice if you have a neck tattoo peaking up over your collared shirt at a job interview. If you get pulled over by the cops and you are covered in tattoos, chances are the cop is looking at you twice and wondering if you have a rap sheet. Is this kind of stereotyping fair? Definitely not. Is it going to be abolished overnight because a few people get tired of it? No. It sucks to think that nothing anybody does is going to change things, and it isn't true. But as long as humans have roamed this Earth stereotyping has existed, and I honestly don't think it will change anytime in the near future. So get a tattoo, or don't get a tattoo, but make whatever choice you make for the right reasons. Not because you think it's the next cool thing to do, because like big hair and parachute pants, all trends eventually fade.

And Then a Hero Comes Along

My blog today is going to be...well pretty long I predict, so grab some popcorn, pull up a chair, and enjoy! =)



Hero. What was the first thing that popped into your head when you saw that word? Did you imagine some great comic book-esque super hero, maybe Batman (who we all know is the best so let's not pretend otherwise). How about Superman or The Incredible Hulk, did these well known heroes pop into your mind? Perhaps a cop, fireman, or solider made your list? All of them are quite deserving of that title after all wouldn't you agree? What about a child battling cancer with bravery or a missionary willing to endure the harshest things to spread the word of God and save a few lost souls, both of them embody the title after all. Well then how about a twenty-nine year old singer from Milwaukee, Wisconsin who is a phenomenal example of human strength and compassion. Why you may ask is this seemingly ordinary man deserving of such a completely extraordinary title and if you asked him would he concur with such praise. The answer to the first question is below and I hope that I do a good job explaining it. The answer to the second is no, this man would never consider himself a hero...but really in the end true heroes never do.

The word hero is defined by Merriam-Webster dictionary in the following ways: a)a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities & b)one that shows great courage. With this definition in mind let me introduce you to the man who lives up to this in my heart.

I was first introduced to a man by the name of Daniel Jay Gokey during the audition round of American Idol Season 8. It was Kansas City and I was intently watching, laughing at the bad people, being interested by the good ones, when onto the screen came a somewhat geeky, but adorable, man wearing glasses. I think I knew then that I was a goner, but it took me a few more seconds to grasp just how far gone I truly was. Right after he came onto the screen, as they often do during this round of American Idol, his story began to unfold. It was explained, by a broken down Danny Gokey, that his wife, Sophia, had recently, very recently in fact, passed away. The way he spoke about her with such love and sadness, but determination and perseverance, I was begging for him to stay though I had never even heard his voice. It's kind of funny, or obsessive (I guess you can be the judge), but I remember with absolute clarity that moment. I remember him walking into the judging room, while I held my breathe and silently prayed (literally) while sitting on that little green couch off to the left side of the TV. I must have muttered "Please God, just let him be able to sing." a hundred times in those few seconds it took, my heart racing in anticipation. I remember freaking out when he said the words, "I Heard it Through the Grapevine" not sure someone, anyone, should tackle a song like that. But then relief swept over me as he began to sing. This guy was good, actually this guy was GREAT! And I knew from that moment on, I was on board the Gokey Train. I didn't know where he was going with his music, or his career, but I knew wherever it was he ended up I was going to follow.



I guess somewhere between that first audition and when his album was recently released is when he became my hero. It is a little bit difficult to explain just why I think he is a hero because it isn't necessarily in the traditional sense of the word everyone is used to. He is my hero because of his courage & strength in the face of incredible pain and adversity. He is my hero because at a time where he could have given up and given into the 'haters' he decided to ignore their remarks and remain undeniably himself. He is my hero because he stood up there and proclaimed who he was and what he believed in and made no apologizes for that fact. He is my hero for starting a foundation to honor the legacy of someone that he loved too much to not let her dream of touching the lives of children go unfulfilled (the foundation is called Sophia's Heart Foundation and it can be found at www.sophiasheart.org). He is my hero for creating triumph from tragedy, love from despair, and a sense of hope in a hopeless situation.

I guess in a way it boils down to this. Danny Gokey inspires me. He makes me believe in the impossible dream, in the unreachable goal. He helps me understand that in life you have to make the most of the hand you are dealt. Whenever I'm having a bad day or I'm thinking, "Why did you let this happen to me God?" I think about what he went through and how he kept his faith and became stronger because of it and I think "I can do this." There are things in life that are going to happen and you aren't going to understand why, not at the time, maybe not ever, but having faith to continue with the knowledge that someone is looking out for you can bring a ray of sunshine to even the darkest of days. Or as Danny might say, simply live with the knowledge that your best days are ahead of you.

I would be remiss if I went through this whole description of how he is my hero without mentioning one pivotal thing he did for me in my life. He helped bring me closer to God and for that alone I will always be grateful. Now I had never strayed away from God per say. I grew up in a Presbyterian Church, went to church every Sunday & Tuesday growing up and prayed before bed every night. But around the age of 13 when I stopped going to youth at my church I drifted away from the close bond I had once had. Danny changed that. When I saw his faith on Idol it stirred something inside of me. Something called out to me and told me I needed to hit the restart button and begin again. My best friend, Adrianne, went to the Baptist Church down the road from my house every Wednesday for youth. One day in January I began accompanying her and have been going every week since. It's been over a year and I still go every Wednesday. I am so proud of this and feel closer to God and Jesus than ever before. I have Danny to thank for that.



I wish I was a more eloquent writer and I could somehow impress upon you with mere words the magnitude of my convictions about this man. He is someone who has the ability to shape peoples lives and chooses to be a positive influence. He chooses to be the good he wishes to see in the world, as that saying goes. I think I'm going to be really cheesy right now and go with the lyrics to a Bette Midler song, "My Wings"

Did you know that you're my hero,
And everything I'd like to be?

So can it be that an truck driver, turned country music singer from Milwaukee, Wisconsin is defined as a hero? Why not? Merriam-Webster has its defniition of hero and I have mine. For me, for the reasons listed above and so many more, Danny Gokey embodies the qualities that true heroes have. If you think about it, Spiderman & Superman were normal guys by day right? ;)

*thanks for reading this guys, let me know what you think!*

Be Free to be YOU!

So it has been a while since my last blog and I thought I'd start 2010 off by re-introducing you all to me, or maybe introducing myself properly for the first time. I'm a firm believer in always being who you are and never compromising or pretending, because, well, why pretend to be something you aren't. I think I'll start off with one of my favorite sayings!

"Be who you are, some people will love you for you, some people will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you all."

So who am I? I'm a DORK =)

So there you have it, my not so deep, not so dark secret: I'm a dork, a huge one, not exactly the ordinary run of the mill girl. But if you really think about it who would want to be normal? If normal is the socially acceptable thing to be, then I must be a rebel, because normal,or societies standard of it, has never been something I was interested in. I guess to understand this you would have to understand a little bit more about me. So I'll tell you some of my quirks. The things that make me human, the things that make unique, the things that make me... well me!

I'm the youngest of four children, which by the way means I've been the butt of the joke my whole life. It's good that way though, you learn to laugh at yourself because, well when everyone else is it is just the easiest thing to do. But honestly you learn that humor is the best medicine for any illness and that laughter is just one of the many gifts God has blessed us with. You also learn to distinguish yourself, to make yourself stand out in the crowd. You have to be loud and demand attention. You have to be unique. But I guess maybe those qualities are things you are born with, rather than things you acquire from youth. Maybe I was born a loud, unique, laughter obsessed baby or maybe I grew into that because of my environment, but then again I guess that's an age old question that I better not delve into at this exact moment. After all American Idol is almost on ;)

Something else you should know about me is that I love football. More specifically Florida State football, really I guess perhaps obsession is the better word for it, or I think that is what my parents and friends would say if they were here typing this instead of me. As a kid football was something my parents watched around me, it was the world in which I was raised. As I got older I found myself drawn to this world and the day I finally sat down and watched my first football game I was lost in a never-ending sea of green fields and incredible feats of human talent. If you haven't guessed I'm from the South, another very distinguishing characteristic of my life. I'm a true southern girl based on the facts: I LOVE football, country music, plaid, and cute boys with an accent. I guess I'm stereotypical in that way. But we all have our social cliches.



Where to go from here? Some of my quirks, the things that distinguish me from anyone else you might meet. I love Science Fiction. It is a completely geeky/dorky part of me and one of which I'm completely unashamed. I can tell you the full name of probably ever major character that ever appeared on The X-Files series and some episode names. I saw the newest movie 'I Want to Believe' the day it came out and have a collectors addition poster in my room hung for the world to see. I'm pretty proud of it actually. Another sci-fi (slang) series/movie I'm in love with is Star Trek. I completely adore it and will tell anyone who is willing to listen, I think all my friends can vouch for that one. I never saw the original series, but when the movie came out this past summer I fell in love with it. Spock and Kirk and their journey together on this ship known as the Enterprise fascinated me. I have now begun to watch the original series and my transition into a full fledged Trekkie is officially underway ;)

Though I must admit while I like to think of myself as your unique, oddball teenager, truth is I have moments and likes that are some of the most cliched. I'm a pretty big fan of the trio of brothers that form the boy-band The Jonas Brothers, I am a complete sucker for any fairy-tale movie with a happily ever after, I think that rock concerts are probably the best place in the world to be, and I watch American Idol like it is going out of style ;) I obsess over cute boys (e.g. Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine, Ian Somerhalder, Paul Wesley...I really could go on forever) I think that clothes and shoes are two of the most important things in the world, and cannot wait to see everything that life has in store for me.

I guess at the end of the day all of these random things I've stated, and sooo many more are the things that distinguish me and make me who I am. Of course I'm JUST like everybody else and of course I'm NOTHING like anybody else. At the end of the day I guess we fall into two categories. 1) the person everyone sees when they look at you and 2) the person we see when we look in the mirror. So maybe giving people titles is wrong. Maybe it's what is expected of us, but maybe, just maybe the day when we stop labeling people will be the day we finally see them for who they truly are.

I have no idea really if this blog means anything to you, I'm not even positive what it means to me, I just know that I haven't written one in forever and I felt like starting off with something easy, something I know! And I wanted people to get a chance to know me if they don't! Welcome to my life, hope you love it here <3