Hello There

Do you know that feeling you get when you know someone has been trying to get a hold of you, whether it be a facebook message, call or text, and you haven't responded, but then you run into them somewhere? It's awkward. Before a "hello" can even come out you're telling them a million reasons why it was so impossible to get back to them for this, that or the other but you obviously have time to update your facebook status while getting an iced coffee at Starbucks or wherever you're at when you run into them (because you know the "run-ins" never happen at the emergency room or a funeral for a family member, they happen in a leisure place while you're doing something obviously less important than holding onto the ties of a friendship)

Now combine that with the shame you get after making out with your best friends significant other (I've never done that - trust me, but you get the picture.)

That's how I feel when I blog for the first time in months. I feel compelled to get a worthy excuse out. It makes it even harder when I've done this before and have come up with a slew of reasons why I've been absent, only to do it again.

I'm a repeat offender.

So yeah, I'm not doing it this time. I'm not telling where I've been, what I've been doing. I'm not even promising to blog again ever. So there.

Welcome Back to....ME!

So I stopped blogging but recently I've decided to start up again. I've also decided this won't be so private anymore which means I've spent the last two days editing and deleting older posts. I had quite the potty mouth sometime ago it seems. A part of me feels a little weirded out signing out my name name and not my pen name "Picosita" but I'm not really at the point of feeling like I have dark things to express or like I have to hide my opinions on life so yeah, this may be refreshing.

Good Stuff

Song Beneath The Song
Maria Taylor (w/Conor Oberst - so you know it will be good)

Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its true meaning
An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

Oh now the roots are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metred time
Muted chimes find the beat

And in the pulse there lies conviction
A steady push and pull routine
The cymbals swell
High notes flail into reach

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

It's not a love, it's not a love,
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

Focus

Many times we look around and observe everything that surrounds us. I, for one, like to people watch. It's a nasty little habit actually. I can't go anywhere socially without a through once over of those around me. Sometimes I create a story in my head of what brought them there, where they've been, and how I can relate. It's easy to hear about the lives of others and respond merely as a spectator looking in. It's when we begin the journey of looking into ourselves that we begin to actually, learn and grow (not to mention sulk at the mess we've allowed ourselves to become). I want to look IN more. Discover everything there is to about me, good, bad, and ugly - and convince myself that I can become someone who is comfortable enough in her own shoes, to then be "onced over" myself. On the outside I have it together. I want to be able to give people a true representation of who I am and what I have to offer. I don't want to feel guilty because I'm not who they think. I want to be able to look in, and step out in confidence. Once we begin to focus on that inner self - everything, like in the picture, begins to become a blur. It is only that which is important, that should always stay in focus.

I fell like Rev Run all of a sudden.

This Time of Year Equals Festivals in Texas

No rhyme or reason for any of these really.

Sunbears • BLACK KIDS • Mates of State

I bought tickets for this show sometime in March and Monday couldn't have come quick enough for me. I've been into the Black Kids for sometime now and imagine my surprise when I found out they'd be at the Granada in Dallas.



Yay. So after losing my date, getting another, and repeat, I made it there. I was going to go alone if I had to. I have a few pics from the show not worth posting, (I was a little too involved in the performance) but you can see some great ones here. Highlight? New Order's "Bizarre Love Triangle" in the middle of "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You." and of course Hurricane Jane. OH! Not to mention getting to meet the lovely ladies of Black Kids as well as Reggie, sigh, the super cute lead.

Love and Marriage

Had a discussion last night about this subject. My friend feels like the idea of marriage is misleading. She says the vows don't prepare you for every bad thing that can occur in a marriage. I think they do, we just don't listen.
It just so happens I'm going through some wedding pics I took about a month ago. Ironic.