I always like to know stuff about people I spend my time on or with, so if you’re anything like me, this blog is for you. It’s a list of fifty completely random, off the top of my head things about me that you may or may not know. I’m sure all of you know number two, but I threw it in there anyways. At the end of the list is the first ever video of me doing….I don’t know what I’m doing. I guess you’ll find out more about me in the video too. It’s more of a test to see if videos will work on my blog. -_-
1. I really like cookies.
2. Skillet is my favorite band. Like, of all time.
3. I have a love/hate relationship with the words, “Seth Morrison”.
4. My old youth leader’s name is Barry.
5. I like pink and black together.
6. If I was a video game character, I would have the biggest crush on Link.
7. I listen to Justin Beiber on occasion.
8. I bite my fingernails, and sometimes past my fingernails.
9. My hair has had purple, blue, green, red, pink, orange, and blonde streaks.
10. I am NOT single.
11. I like boxes, you can put stuff in them.
12. The first letters of my top friend’s names spell T.R.W.C.H.C.
13. That last sentence was extremely hard to get grammatically correct.
14. My favorite song of all time is either Savior or Rebirthing (iTunes Session) by Skillet.
15. I wear glasses, but I take them off for almost every picture.
16. I will never buy a Mac, I am a PC.
17. There is a whole drawer in my desk filled with little items and papers that hold some sort of sentimental value.
18. I have a Wii, a GameCube, and a 3DS.
19. I crack my index and middle finger knuckles.
20. I pace when I’m nervous.
21. I have a horrible blushing problem.
22. I love dancing, but I never do it in public unless it’s a contra dance or a waltz.
23. Oh yeah, I’m an accomplished waltzer.
24. The first song I ever learned on the piano was The Muffin Man.
25. I’m lactose intolerant, but I have cheese sometimes anyway.
26. I love Dr. Pepper.
27. I also love coffee.
28. My favorite coffee is a peppermint frappichino from Starbucks.
29. I secretly like when dudes wear make up.
30. I value personality over looks.
31. I love people in wheelchairs, they are awesome.
32. I hate when I’m typing and I accidentally hit the “insert” button instead of the “backspace” button.
33. I used to have really short hair.
34. I was a tomboy from age 9-ish to age 14.
35. Someday, I’m going to look John Cooper straight in the eye and say, “I am a peanut”.
36. Brown hair is awesome.
37. I have nothing against people who don’t have brown hair.
38. I am currently listening to Hero by Skillet.
39. If you are still reading this, you are weird.
40. I love Mexican food.
41. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.
42. I have a friend who’s a missionary in Russia.
43. Besides Jesus and my parents, my biggest role model is Ben Kasica.
44. I’ve worn glasses since I was five. (Except for one year when I wore contacts and the following year when I refused to wear my glasses.)
45. I like hugs.
46. My favorite movie is Pride & Prejudice.
47. I scared my sister just now because I popped a balloon.
48. When I sing, I kiss my microphone, like, seriously make out with it.
49. I never used to like games where you shoot things until this week.
50. Biology is the stupidest subject ever.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Merry Christmas!
There will be no blog today as it is a holiday weekend, a very important holiday weekend. I hope you all have a good Christmas!
Love,
Selena
Love,
Selena
Friday, December 16, 2011
September 2012
I have been known to wait until the last minute to write my blogs. This means they usually get written on Thursday night or Friday morning, but today, I'm really cutting it close here. At this moment in time, it is 11:19am, and I have just started my blog. I think I need to get on a schedule.
My last minute topic is...SKILLET! What else can I write an entire page of information on in less than thirty minutes anyway? More specifically, I want to address Skillet's new album, not Awake, but the new album set to release late summer of 2012. Such a painfully long time to wait for new Skillet music, especially with Awake being such a disappointment to me and many other Panheads.
Now, Awake wasn't a bad album. It just wasn't the album we were all waiting for and expecting. If you know your Skillet history, Skillet officially became a rock band after they released Collide in 2003. All the albums before then were either more electronic or softer rock. After Collide came Comatose in 2006, and in my opinion, this is the album that made Skillet so popular, both in the secular and Christian genres. It's definitely my favorite album, with songs like Rebirthing and Whispers In The Dark rocking my face off. This was the album Skillet was promoting when I became a really obsessive Panhead. I listened to Skillet for a long time, but Comatose was the album for me. It was the first Skillet record I ever bought, and I loved it to death. I love Collide as well, but Comatose was different and awesome in it's own unique way. I don't think there will ever be another album as awesome as Comatose.
When they announced the new album in 2008, I freaked out. By this time, I owned almost all of the Skillet CDs you could buy, blasted them in my room on a daily basis, and had my own handmade poster of them in my room. Some people in my church even called me Skillet instead of Selena. I followed the production of this album like bankers watch their stocks. I ate up the little bits and pieces of the new album that they allowed to be released on the podcast. It was so exciting for me.
You can imagine that when August 2009 finally came around, and Awake finally hit the stores, I was very excited. I had actually already listened to all but two of the songs on the new album, but they were low quality anyways, and I needed a CD copy of this record to add to my collection. I bought it the day after it came out (only because my dad refused to take me on the day it came out), and immediately put it to my harsh tests.
It was a major disappointment. Were the songs bad? Only a couple. Was it what I had expected? Not at all. I knew Skillet by now, and I was expecting something harder, something fresher, not this pop stuff. But still, I listened to it until I had every lyric, guitar solo, and drum beat memorized. It was going to be a long time until I had anything new anyways.
So Awake let me down. I went into a period in my life I like to call my most un-Panhead days since I was 12. Skillet was even not my favorite band for a short while there. But talk of the next album drew me back. I was riding on the hope that maybe John Cooper would come to his senses and realize that the Panheads wanted something different. In the interviews talking about the next album, he does mention that he wants to go back to the Collide era, which is Skillet talk for harder rock. This has given me great joy in my heart. This is what I was hoping for with Awake.
Another thing that has inspired me to hold on to my favorite band a little longer is Seth Morrison. I will miss Ben Kasica very much on this next album, but Seth's guitar playing is a little different than Ben's, more crunchy and less classical. I'm sure his influence on the new record will bring a welcome change.
That's about it. I'm going to buckle down for the next nine months or so, not let myself get too excited, and hope for a Collide like album. Skillet, please don't let me down again. I'm trusting you.
It is now 11:42am. I'm pretty good. B)
My last minute topic is...SKILLET! What else can I write an entire page of information on in less than thirty minutes anyway? More specifically, I want to address Skillet's new album, not Awake, but the new album set to release late summer of 2012. Such a painfully long time to wait for new Skillet music, especially with Awake being such a disappointment to me and many other Panheads.
Now, Awake wasn't a bad album. It just wasn't the album we were all waiting for and expecting. If you know your Skillet history, Skillet officially became a rock band after they released Collide in 2003. All the albums before then were either more electronic or softer rock. After Collide came Comatose in 2006, and in my opinion, this is the album that made Skillet so popular, both in the secular and Christian genres. It's definitely my favorite album, with songs like Rebirthing and Whispers In The Dark rocking my face off. This was the album Skillet was promoting when I became a really obsessive Panhead. I listened to Skillet for a long time, but Comatose was the album for me. It was the first Skillet record I ever bought, and I loved it to death. I love Collide as well, but Comatose was different and awesome in it's own unique way. I don't think there will ever be another album as awesome as Comatose.
When they announced the new album in 2008, I freaked out. By this time, I owned almost all of the Skillet CDs you could buy, blasted them in my room on a daily basis, and had my own handmade poster of them in my room. Some people in my church even called me Skillet instead of Selena. I followed the production of this album like bankers watch their stocks. I ate up the little bits and pieces of the new album that they allowed to be released on the podcast. It was so exciting for me.
You can imagine that when August 2009 finally came around, and Awake finally hit the stores, I was very excited. I had actually already listened to all but two of the songs on the new album, but they were low quality anyways, and I needed a CD copy of this record to add to my collection. I bought it the day after it came out (only because my dad refused to take me on the day it came out), and immediately put it to my harsh tests.
It was a major disappointment. Were the songs bad? Only a couple. Was it what I had expected? Not at all. I knew Skillet by now, and I was expecting something harder, something fresher, not this pop stuff. But still, I listened to it until I had every lyric, guitar solo, and drum beat memorized. It was going to be a long time until I had anything new anyways.
So Awake let me down. I went into a period in my life I like to call my most un-Panhead days since I was 12. Skillet was even not my favorite band for a short while there. But talk of the next album drew me back. I was riding on the hope that maybe John Cooper would come to his senses and realize that the Panheads wanted something different. In the interviews talking about the next album, he does mention that he wants to go back to the Collide era, which is Skillet talk for harder rock. This has given me great joy in my heart. This is what I was hoping for with Awake.
Another thing that has inspired me to hold on to my favorite band a little longer is Seth Morrison. I will miss Ben Kasica very much on this next album, but Seth's guitar playing is a little different than Ben's, more crunchy and less classical. I'm sure his influence on the new record will bring a welcome change.
That's about it. I'm going to buckle down for the next nine months or so, not let myself get too excited, and hope for a Collide like album. Skillet, please don't let me down again. I'm trusting you.
It is now 11:42am. I'm pretty good. B)
Friday, December 9, 2011
Waste Of Time
This is my 100th blog. Yay, fanfare. Okay, fanfare's over.
Have you ever been thoroughly annoyed? Completely, entirely, and surely annoyed about something? Then you know how I feel about my generation. I don't know why my generation's parents even bothered to have us. We're a waste of time and money.
I'm specifically referring to the 16-25 year olds who come into In-N-Out on the weekends with their friends. This is when you can truly see them at their best, and I don't like what I see. If you think about it, the girls are all the same, and the guys are all the same. The girls are all worried about their physical image; what the guys think of them, what will or won't make them fat, and what the other judgmental freaks in their social circles think of them. The guys...are checking out the girls. So maybe the girls have a right to be constantly worried about the outside!
There's a lack of personality in my generation. No one stands out from everyone else because everyone else is trying to be like everyone else! It's called fashion, and you can observe this a little more easily at the mall (my local mall happens to be called Fashion Fair). All the guys have their pants hanging off their rears, which is something I despise, guys. It's not attractive in the slightest, unless you consider me wanting to barf a desirable reaction. The girls aren't any better, with their short shorts in the middle of December and their shirts unbuttoned to their navels. All of them have a horrible vocabulary, because they can't even get through a sentence without a profanity.
What is wrong with us? When are we going to wake up and realize that life isn't about what “they” think of you? When are we going to realize that forty years from now, our bodies are going to be less than perfect, no matter how much work we put into it now? I have always valued personality over looks. I would rather be friends with the quiet girl who can make me laugh and has something interesting about her, like a specific talent or passion, than the popular girl who would give me a once over before completely ignoring me because I'm not her “type”.
Maybe I'm being too harsh. But let me tell you, I have been rejected many times in my life, sometimes multiple times by the same girl or guy, based on my outward appearance alone. It used to really hurt when I was considered unworthy for them because I wear all black or because I prefer to play my guitar over keeping up with the next big thing. But if someone doesn't want to take the time to get to know me because they don't like what they see, then would that friendship have been worth it? I don't think I want to invest my time and emotions into someone like that. Nowadays, if someone declines my acquaintance based on the outside alone, I come to the conclusion that they wouldn't have been worth it anyways. Nothing was lost.
If I were to put my closest friends in a room together and asked you to observe them, at first glance, you would think they were crazy. Most of them are quiet, but all of them can make me laugh. They aren't perfect, but they're all extremely talented at something. And they all have the thing I value most in relationships: they care. I would rather have one friend who truly cares about me than fifty of those under-dressed girls at In-N-Out. They're hard to find, but let me tell you, when you find one, you better treasure them more than anything else, because they're hard to come buy.
If you're one of my friends, thanks for being so awesome. Thanks for dealing with my speech issues and my obsessive personality. Thanks for understanding when I blast Skillet in my room at midnight. And most of all, thanks for being there for me. You rock.
Have you ever been thoroughly annoyed? Completely, entirely, and surely annoyed about something? Then you know how I feel about my generation. I don't know why my generation's parents even bothered to have us. We're a waste of time and money.
I'm specifically referring to the 16-25 year olds who come into In-N-Out on the weekends with their friends. This is when you can truly see them at their best, and I don't like what I see. If you think about it, the girls are all the same, and the guys are all the same. The girls are all worried about their physical image; what the guys think of them, what will or won't make them fat, and what the other judgmental freaks in their social circles think of them. The guys...are checking out the girls. So maybe the girls have a right to be constantly worried about the outside!
There's a lack of personality in my generation. No one stands out from everyone else because everyone else is trying to be like everyone else! It's called fashion, and you can observe this a little more easily at the mall (my local mall happens to be called Fashion Fair). All the guys have their pants hanging off their rears, which is something I despise, guys. It's not attractive in the slightest, unless you consider me wanting to barf a desirable reaction. The girls aren't any better, with their short shorts in the middle of December and their shirts unbuttoned to their navels. All of them have a horrible vocabulary, because they can't even get through a sentence without a profanity.
What is wrong with us? When are we going to wake up and realize that life isn't about what “they” think of you? When are we going to realize that forty years from now, our bodies are going to be less than perfect, no matter how much work we put into it now? I have always valued personality over looks. I would rather be friends with the quiet girl who can make me laugh and has something interesting about her, like a specific talent or passion, than the popular girl who would give me a once over before completely ignoring me because I'm not her “type”.
Maybe I'm being too harsh. But let me tell you, I have been rejected many times in my life, sometimes multiple times by the same girl or guy, based on my outward appearance alone. It used to really hurt when I was considered unworthy for them because I wear all black or because I prefer to play my guitar over keeping up with the next big thing. But if someone doesn't want to take the time to get to know me because they don't like what they see, then would that friendship have been worth it? I don't think I want to invest my time and emotions into someone like that. Nowadays, if someone declines my acquaintance based on the outside alone, I come to the conclusion that they wouldn't have been worth it anyways. Nothing was lost.
If I were to put my closest friends in a room together and asked you to observe them, at first glance, you would think they were crazy. Most of them are quiet, but all of them can make me laugh. They aren't perfect, but they're all extremely talented at something. And they all have the thing I value most in relationships: they care. I would rather have one friend who truly cares about me than fifty of those under-dressed girls at In-N-Out. They're hard to find, but let me tell you, when you find one, you better treasure them more than anything else, because they're hard to come buy.
If you're one of my friends, thanks for being so awesome. Thanks for dealing with my speech issues and my obsessive personality. Thanks for understanding when I blast Skillet in my room at midnight. And most of all, thanks for being there for me. You rock.
Friday, December 2, 2011
VHNNNNNNNNNNhscxgjrn (Because I'm in a hurry)
I spent most of my life up until I was fourteen as a tomboy. I only spent a few of those years as a serious one, but I wasn't by any means your typical girl. I have never been girly, and I'm not girly now. I don't intend to ever be girly. But one girly trait I've always had is a love for shoes. I love shopping for shoes, I love buying shoes, I love looking at shoes, anything that has to do with shoes I will do and probably love. I'm not picky about my shoes either. The only type of shoe I don't wear are running shoes, unless I'm running of course.
I'm not wealthy, so my shoe collection is not anywhere near what I'd like it to be, but following is a list of all the shoes in my closet and any back story they may have, for example, if I wore them to any place special or if they carry any specific memory. Why am I doing this? I don't know, I love shoes I guess.
My Vans slip-ons I wear the most right now. They're fairly new, I got them from my awesome friend Katie because she loves shoes too and is always making room for more. Lucky for me, I'm only a half size smaller than her, so I get lot's of hand-me-downs.
Ahh, my Eskimo boots. What girl doesn't own a pair of these? I also have two other pairs in black, but these are my nicer ones I wear to Christmas parties and the like.
A basic pair of flats. They're kinda....flat. I think it's been a while since I've worn them.
Another former Katie shoe, my sorry excuse for Converse. I think the actual brand is OP, for some reason I haven't made it over to the Converse store to get me a good pair of my favorite shoe. Oh well, these will do for now.
My running shoes, which I ONLY wear while running mind you. I don't know why it bothers me so much when people wear their running shoes while they're not running.
These aren't Converse either, sadly. (Are any of you getting good Christmas ideas for me? I like all colors!) These shoes used to be my every day shoes before I ripped them on one of those big heavy bathroom doors. Now I only wear them to concerts, including my very first Skillet concert. They are actually boy shoes, the women's sizes didn't go small enough.
Katie gave these to me as well. I only wore them once because they're a little big, but I need to wear them more, they're so cute.
THESE! I have worn these shoes so much, as you can probably tell. I wanted a pair of these in all black, but they only had my size in the white and black, so I had to settle for that. The small feet curse I guess. My friend Wednesday bought me purple shoe laces for them after my hair dying accident. We had a bit of an issue while trying to dye my hair purple with not getting it all over her mom's sink, so she made me get into the shower fully dressed to wash it out. I was freaking out because I didn't want to get any in my eyes, otherwise I might have had time to at least remove my shoes. So my hair matched my shoes for a while.
I don't know why I have these. I don't even wear them.......
Well, you know. I need something to wear in the 100 degree weather, and there's no way I'm putting socks on to go places.
These are my first pair of high heels. I learned a lot while wearing them, like taking smaller steps and letting the guys carry your keyboard for you. (What was I thinking trying to lug that thing around in these?) You should also be ready to laugh it off when you fall, because you will fall, or at least have a bad trip. Ha, Haha. Bad trip.
Once I got used to walking in heels, I was ready to take the next step. These are considerably easier to walk in than my first pair, I'm guessing because they're closed. I even danced in these at my friend's wedding. And come on, look at them! They're like, totally awesome.
I've never worn these either. I don't think I ever will. But how can I bring myself to get rid of a perfectly good pair of shoes?
My military boots. I wore these to a 1940s party with a green military dress. It was so much fun. I wear them with my jeans now when I feel like being a rockstar.
That's pretty much all of them. There's other pairs, like a very old pair of flip-flops and another pair of running shoes. But yeah.
For Christmas, I'm hoping on getting a real pair of Converse hi-tops and Converse All Stars, the hi-tops in black and the All Stars in bright green. I wear size 7 ½ or 8. Just throwing that out there. ;)
I'm not wealthy, so my shoe collection is not anywhere near what I'd like it to be, but following is a list of all the shoes in my closet and any back story they may have, for example, if I wore them to any place special or if they carry any specific memory. Why am I doing this? I don't know, I love shoes I guess.
My Vans slip-ons I wear the most right now. They're fairly new, I got them from my awesome friend Katie because she loves shoes too and is always making room for more. Lucky for me, I'm only a half size smaller than her, so I get lot's of hand-me-downs.
Ahh, my Eskimo boots. What girl doesn't own a pair of these? I also have two other pairs in black, but these are my nicer ones I wear to Christmas parties and the like.
A basic pair of flats. They're kinda....flat. I think it's been a while since I've worn them.
Another former Katie shoe, my sorry excuse for Converse. I think the actual brand is OP, for some reason I haven't made it over to the Converse store to get me a good pair of my favorite shoe. Oh well, these will do for now.
My running shoes, which I ONLY wear while running mind you. I don't know why it bothers me so much when people wear their running shoes while they're not running.
These aren't Converse either, sadly. (Are any of you getting good Christmas ideas for me? I like all colors!) These shoes used to be my every day shoes before I ripped them on one of those big heavy bathroom doors. Now I only wear them to concerts, including my very first Skillet concert. They are actually boy shoes, the women's sizes didn't go small enough.
Katie gave these to me as well. I only wore them once because they're a little big, but I need to wear them more, they're so cute.
THESE! I have worn these shoes so much, as you can probably tell. I wanted a pair of these in all black, but they only had my size in the white and black, so I had to settle for that. The small feet curse I guess. My friend Wednesday bought me purple shoe laces for them after my hair dying accident. We had a bit of an issue while trying to dye my hair purple with not getting it all over her mom's sink, so she made me get into the shower fully dressed to wash it out. I was freaking out because I didn't want to get any in my eyes, otherwise I might have had time to at least remove my shoes. So my hair matched my shoes for a while.
I don't know why I have these. I don't even wear them.......
Well, you know. I need something to wear in the 100 degree weather, and there's no way I'm putting socks on to go places.
These are my first pair of high heels. I learned a lot while wearing them, like taking smaller steps and letting the guys carry your keyboard for you. (What was I thinking trying to lug that thing around in these?) You should also be ready to laugh it off when you fall, because you will fall, or at least have a bad trip. Ha, Haha. Bad trip.
Once I got used to walking in heels, I was ready to take the next step. These are considerably easier to walk in than my first pair, I'm guessing because they're closed. I even danced in these at my friend's wedding. And come on, look at them! They're like, totally awesome.
I've never worn these either. I don't think I ever will. But how can I bring myself to get rid of a perfectly good pair of shoes?
My military boots. I wore these to a 1940s party with a green military dress. It was so much fun. I wear them with my jeans now when I feel like being a rockstar.
That's pretty much all of them. There's other pairs, like a very old pair of flip-flops and another pair of running shoes. But yeah.
For Christmas, I'm hoping on getting a real pair of Converse hi-tops and Converse All Stars, the hi-tops in black and the All Stars in bright green. I wear size 7 ½ or 8. Just throwing that out there. ;)
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