Cuz I'd Like to Think I'm Cool- The Random Writings of a 17 year old Burrito Band Songwriter

You shall very seldomly find girls who are classy enough to wear shorts under their skirts. Because they are "cool-limited". Plain and simple. Their joy and heart palpultating moments come from the "whistles" and the "ooh babies" they receive when they "accidently" drop the pencil, or they sit in ::ehem:: need i say, an "improper manner". Because, as we all know, they think they are sexy. But "ooh baby", you NOT!



The most attractive thing a guy can ever do is wear a male v-neck t-shirt with some jeans and some chucks. OHH SEXY! shoot me now. I value simplicity. A guy who can be confident in a plain white tee. Not too much, not too little. I think a guy who can pull that off has true confidence, and true swagg.



Why is "bologna" pronounced "balonie" ??? Theres something wrong with that. Like...seriously.

Wise Words of iCEE

And I say yes
That even with all of your good looks
And your fancy fly gear
And your supposed to be "Swaggful Attitude"
You still manage to find yourself
Alone at night
Because you have not begun to
Capture the true essence of life.
It is not your showy display
Or your wanna be "im so fly" mentality
Life is built on how humble
And respectful you are willing to treat others
For they LOVE a good show
But they respect the humbling needed,
For the encore



-Tina

BLOG ON LOCKDOWN; What's up; Our Quest for "Independence"

Howdy yawl! It's been a while since I've "Blogged" and that's because my Blog was on "Lockdown". Idk, it said something about violating the rules, but it has recently been dismissed. Anyways, just saying whats up and seeing how everyone's doing. Also I wanted to let you guys know what's been up. Well in my previous post I talked about going to search for my "independence". And I did actually go, I went on a Wednesday though...lol...And me and my two sisters went out and rode the bus, and walked...lol..and were pretty far from home. We went to the movies to see Eagle Eye, which might I add was a BOMB! movie. I would totally go see it again. It's sooo action packed...lol. Anyways, my parents ended up picking us up afterward...lol. We stayed out for about 4 hours. So it was cool. I wish I could have taped it but I couldn't bring my camcorder because I knew we were going to the movies so they wouldn't have let me in with it. But overall, I give our quest an A+. I think we did pretty darn good for some amateurs. (~_0)

Hmm..What else is up...? Oh, I'm back at my aunts house, and I'm trying to get away for the weekend. My bestfriend is having a movie night at his house and I want to go cuz I miss him and I haven't seen him in like...3 weeks...lol. Also, while I've been here, I've discovered some things about myself. One is, I never finish the songs I start...which is...bad...lol. But also, I realize how I'm inspired. If I act like I'm in a music video, I can write a song...lol..i Know...it's weird. But if I act, then I can feel it, and if I can feel it, then I can write it.

So yeah. I worked on this new song last night called "Waiting for Tomorrow".

its soooo GOOOD!

bUT YEAH...I guess that's it! Leave comments for my other blogs and thanks for the followers I have on this blog. Hope to have more soon!

chowzers!!

Tina!

Back Home

Welp. I'm back home from my aunts house. I'll be home for a week, then I go back. I'm excited because there is so much that I want to do. Me and my brother and sisters are going out on Saturday, we're gonna ride...dun dun dun dun dun!!!!!!!



The Bus.



ahhhhhhhhh....murdaaaaa

lol

But yeah. We have decided to stop being chauffered everywhere. We're usually taken everywhere, either by our parents, our aunts n uncles, and even our friends. But I've decided to just get on a bus and GO!

We're on a mission to find our independence...lol..my dad says we're too secluded and we need to learn to not depend on them because they're getting tired....lol....

Thats symbolic for, "we're getting old"...lol...but yes! We will be video taping our experience and I MIGHT put it up on here. But idk, this is a public blog and lets face it...this system of things is GONE!


But yup yup!

thats the latest

chowzers mah peoples!

And thanks to the 4 people who are following this blog! I'm so excited about that...lol...idk why


haha

_Tina_

Heros for Later

I asked my cousin what should I write about and she said, "Friendship Issues". So I looked at my title and I thought...hmm...How can I fit "Friendship Issues" into this. Then I realized....by Golly, it made perfect sense.


The world wishes to lie upon my shoulders, but I refuse to allow something so disgraceful and untasteful to happen! Normally I would love to be your "venting machine". Your mirror mirror on the wall, tell me all of your problems, and like a friend I will do my utmost to solve them. But not today!


Oh, if you dare lay one word into my ear about why you hate the love you keep going back to, the bad taste that you kiss, the awful personality that you flawnt on the streets, if you cry one more time to me about your misfortunes, your self inflicted pain. I will inflict the most horrific physical pain to your forehead. Tonight I just don't feel like soaking it in.

You see, friend, I have this problem going on in MY life, let me tell you what happened

-then you cut me off-

What?

You're too busy to listen...? Oh, you said you'll call me back...? um...okay.

Tick tock, tick tock. And the hour glass crumbles. But I'll shrug it off, n call you again tomorrow. But no, I won't bring up how you left me hanging. I won't mention how you love to vent to my ears but you refuse to listen to my fears. Because you're right...you have your own life too. My bad, you're right...you are misunderstood.

::sighs while I listen to you go on and on and accuse me of not being there for you when you need me the most::

Yes friend, and I'm sorry I am like everyone else...

I know you expected more of me...

Listen here, didn't I say I was sorry?!

No...I still can't afford to listen to your problems...you mean...you have more?!

::sighs::

Temper, temper, rising.

And I hang up the phone.

::turns to the reader::

Why do they do this to us? Why does this person do this to me? Normally I am rational and understanding, patient and loving. But today is NOT my day. My friend doesn't understand that if they'd just sit here, for a moment and help me with my stuggles, that I will do the same for them. Because I am juggling my life and their life on my shoulders. But they don't see that. Because...they are in need. Because they are selfish...ey? Maybe. But no matter what, I know deep inside that the love I have for my friend shall overpower this present day anger.

But today is my day n save the Heros for Later



Sincerely,


Tina

To Be Beautiful To ME...

What is beauty? The face on the latest cover of Vogue? (Note the face was crossed out to prevent controversy) or Vibe magazine. Well. I see these people too, you see. And I wonder...what makes them anymore beautiful than me? How could they be any more special than any of us out here? They are make-up infested, and stuffed with rules and diets, and no sleep. Thrown a book of guidelines about how old someone else feels they should be. Fake smiles and told to kiss faces and sign autographs for people who believe. And they wonder how someone else can't see, and why they themselves don't believe. And this is beauty?







Worms in a can is what they are because none of them are really special, or unique. They all do the exact same things. Praised because they think they can sing, or someone else wrote their rap, or someone else taught them how to dance. There are a handful of true artists out there with real talent. Is it worth the sacrifice? The losing of ones self. Is it worth not having your own mind? Is it worth that lie? That smiling in everyone elses face so that they can think you truly believe that you are as beautiful as they believe. You glance into the mirror, but you can see. You can see what they don't because you feel what they can't. They think they know but they have no i-de-a. You are unhappy yet they smile at you. What can be more disturbing then to see someone smiling when you're feeling like squash? To see someone happy and knowing that they're happy because they think you are. And whats worse is that you couldn't tell them even if you wanted to, because you can't bear yourself to crush their belief, or in fact, you don't believe it is any of their business anyways. And you're right.


You're in a world that wishes to be in yours. How could you trust someone who wants you for who you are, when they don't even know who you are...? How do you communicate with someone you know only knows you because you're on a t.v. screen, or because of who you know? They don't know you! They've never been in your space anymore than where you have allowed them to be. They are your fans...untrustworthy...and could never understand.


They hate that you say it, but thats how it is. They say that they're different, but that is cliche' line and you can't trust that their statements are from their heart. But in some way...you don't realize that you make them feel special. Because of you they have grown confidence because even if they could never be with you, or in your space, like they'd all like. In a weird, but understandable way, they feel as if, maybe, someday, they just might. You help them get through their rough times because what is more sobering than a daydream that you trust will come true? But you Mr./Ms. popular person will never see how much you really mean to them. Because they don't understand you...because they don't know you. Because you think you know yourself. But...how could you?





You've been told to lie, told to smile, told to talk, told to walk, made to stand, made to sit, told when to drink, told when to eat, told what to eat, shown how to stand, told what to say, who to say it to, and even the person that you should never say anything to. How could you ever KNOW yourself? When everything you think you are has been created by someone else. You say you are your own mind, and I say that if you are...then you are not in too deep. You are no celebrity, because what modern day celebrity knows who they are, unless they are in fact, not too much of anyone to anybody? But then, is that such a bad thing? To be nobody to anybody but to the people who matter?


Is it bad to not be made beautiful by a magazine? By airbrushes and people speaking for you. Strings attached to your body. Strings attached to your heart. Is it bad to be who YOU are?


Is not who YOU are...a very beautiful person, too.

Sincerely,

Tina

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road: The Art of Retaliation

For some apparent reason, people feel as if your niceness means that you're weak, or that you can be taken hold of and molded into whatever they want. They feel as if they can step on your toes without you feeling the pain, much less saying anything if you did. Thus I pose the question:







Why did the chicken cross the road?




What made that chicken step into danger. What made it not think twice, not about the dangers of the oncoming cars. What made it...not care? I think it was retaliation. You see...who, or what, ever pushed the buttons of that chicken, apparently didn't know that the chicken would retaliate. They (or it) thought that the chicken was gonna accept the back-talk, and the smack talkin that whomever (or whatever) was giving it. But when that chicken went pyscho and crossed that road, when it forgot about the dangers...when it didn't care about the dangers; when it's only focus was revenge and retaliation, then they (or it) realized that they had sturred up a series of unfortunate events, not only for themselves (or itself) but also for that chicken. You see, they (or it) didn't know the history, or the background of that chicken, they (or it) didn't know that the chicken had just lost its job, or that the chickens low key suicidal. No. They (or it) saw the opportunity to be Mr. Funny Man or Mrs. Funny Woman. And that thought process, that no carish thought process resulted in catastophies for not only itself, but for that chicken as well.



Because, you see, when that chicken crossed that road, it opened dangers to itself. And because it was so focused on revenge, on that anger and impatience, it was blinded from the oncoming car that took it's life. Thus this is a warning to all of those "Funny people" out there. The ones who play the pranks and who talk about others so bad that they cry. And this is for all of those chickens out there who have simply had enough. The ones who are inches from crossing that road.



Think.



Just stop. And think!



Funny people: Is it worth the possible death, whether emotionally, mentally, or even physically, of the other person. Because remember...just as the chickens blood is on your road, that persons death, whether it is any of the above mentioned, it is on your hands.




Think



Chickens: Are words worth irrational actions? Are they worth losing yourself? Being dead, emotionally, mentally, and yes even possibly physically? Are Funny People really worth it?




Think:



Why did the chicken cross the road??



Because the road...crossed the chicken.




Love,



Tina

Iron Man; Bat-lame; And my Dream n' Slow Moment (O-o)

Yeah it's 3:14am as I'm typing this. Note: I'm a night person. Which sucks because the majority of the world, not to mention my friends, are not "owls" like me. Dude. I literally sleep all during the day and stay up all night. BUT! That was not my purpose for writing this...lol

WHOA! Why is Iron Man like...the BOMBEST movie everrrr. Man I just saw it for the first time today and let me tell you....if you haven't seen it, sorry my friend but you've lost your rockers. Trust me, I'll be upfront, if a movie was lame...I'll say it

Speaking of Box Office trash. Let's talk about ::cough::Bat-Lame::cough::

whew...excuse me.

Let's be serious now. What the heck was that movie REEEAAALLY about. Now don't get me wrong, I'd NEVER trash Heath Ledgers role as The Joker. I mean...wow...he was AMAZING! He made that movie. But if he didn't play the joker and someone else did....would the movie still have been "oh my gosh sooo amazing" to you?

I say no. I mean...the movie sucked cans! Batman had no "WOW" moments. The movie should have been called "The Joker". Without the Jokers thrilling moments, this movie would have been trash just like the first one. Batman is my FAVORITE superhero of all time, but i am disappointed. Now for all my ladies who've noticed, cuz lets face it, guys don't care too much about what I'm about to say, but Batman has a "jaw". Now what I mean by that is...Batman has a particular jaw structure, a structure of confidence. If you watch ALL of the old Batman's, and even the cartoons. Batman had confidence and it showed on his jaw. His jaw was very strong, and full of that manly testosterone that made you believe that once he got in that suite, he was gonna throw some bones (I think that means kick butt or something. idk I heard Brooke Valentine say it in ""Girlfight") but basically, there was gonna be some head tossing. But when this dude, whatever his name is, puts on that suite, he's weak and his jaw is fragile, like if you touch it he's gonna cry. The dude has a lisp which Batman NEVER had. I mean, it may seem like nit-picking but its reality. The movies was a full blown "dumb moment" for batman. Like at the beginning when all those dudes were pretending to be Batman, and how Scarecrow was even tryna pretend to be him. Hellllloooo, that was irrelevant and unnecessary. Then how they THREW Two-face in there. Then he was wack cuz he didn't really have two personalities like how the original Two-face had. This dude wasn't psycho at all. I mean, he did not sell it. He was....ehem...LAME!

ugh. A disgrace to a comic book.

But on to weirder things. YO! I had a dream a possum was chasing me and my brothers and sisters...cuz my aunt has this possum roaming around her neighborhood. I mean...I'm seriously afraid of those.

Another weirdo moment. Two days ago I woke up and I looked at my cousins clock and it read "4:45 pm" so I'm like Dang, I woke up late. So I get started on my homework and about three hours passed but I didn't realize it was that long. So my bro is like, "Whoa You finally woke up early" and i say, "Dude...i woke up at 4" then he walks in the dining room and he's like "Girl...what are u talking about, it's not even four o'clock yet." so i look at the clock on my laptop and i realize that its 2:32 pm. And all i could say was..."oooh".

man....I'm slow. I didn't realize that if i did wake up at 4 pm instead of 11am (like i really did) then it would have been going on 8 pm. And if i looked to my left...i would have noticed that the sun was shining quite brightly...

::sighs::

sometimes...i just don't know about myself.

Sincerely and with dishes,

Tina

Greetings from iCEE

Howdy Yawl!

This is Tina speaking...wait...no DER...lol. Anyways I first want to give a shout out to the person who actually introduced this blog to me which is Marcel of 2Much. He always finds the cool things. But...more about him later.

Basically this blog will be about my life and the things I've learnt throughout the day. Believe it or not, my life is KINDA interesting. The things that go on in my head. The people I meet, I mean....my life is a movie, no lie...lol. Here you guys can read about the silly, scary, crazy things that have happened to me in the past, and also the things that are happening to me now.

I've been through alot in these 17 years of my life. Battles that every teenager goes through. And I want to share with you all about how I got over them, how I grew from the situations, and even how I'm still going through some of them. Though of course everyone's life is different, the things teenagers face doesn't really change. Boys/girls, music, celebs, movies, crutty teachers, parents who just don't seem to understand, annoying brothers and sisters, the times when it's just "one of those days", and you're regular, everyday, straight up chumps. Though we are all different, we all would like to get through these bad times. I mean...who likes drama?!

So that's why I made this blog. I mean, everyone always talks about how teenagers need a voice. Well, I'm speaking...so listen.

P.S.

As regards to Marcel (of 2Much) Add his new music page

http://www.myspace.com/marcelthernbeast

Marcel is someone I really admire and look up to. And honestly, he's one of the only real "role model" types that I have. Idk, I guess there's too many cliches out there for one lifetime. And he is a really good songwriter, and he inspires me to continue my quest to be one. A true example of a teen who can do it all. He dances (the bombish), he sings, he tries to rap (Whoa! Was that a burn...hmmm...toasty. jk lol), he can model (dude....i can see u in the Gap store or something) and by golly, the naygro is cute. So I mean people...he's got it all...AAAND he songwrites which means ladies...he's poetic...lol. But anyways (Marcel why am I selling you?? lol) but yeah. True inspiration. True dude! And just an overall kool-cat.

So add him and support him.

Welp I guess that's it for now. So, until my first official entry (which ul prolly be later on tonight cuz im bored as plastic) I shall bid you all farewell.

Love,

_Tina_