First of all, I am going to express how completely under appreciated Dashboard Confessional is. They are the equivalent of your favorite dessert (for me cheesecake with FRESH strawberries) on the worst of the worst days. Chris Carraba may be the most delicious, talented, and genuine man on this planet, and he gives FANTASTIC hugs. Just saying. I would even dare to say that they are my favorite band ever. The end.
Now in the spirit of the name this blog is going to be some confessions. Nothing to juicy so don't get too excited.
I don't like chocolate. Yes friends, there is a girl on this planet who by choice doesn't like chocolate. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy it once in a while. BUT, I have to CRAVE it. Which only happens every once in a blue moon. I'm more of a Sour Patch Watermelon kind of girl. Mark those words boys, that is my kryptonite.
I love my puppy. Alright, that's no secret. But most of you don't know why. I get these feelings every now and then that I don't have much of a purpose, and that I go unnoticed. Well ya see this darling little thing I named Lucy, brings me so much happiness. I have something to take care of each day, and I know when I come home there is going to be a cute little face with big brown eyes, tail wagging, waiting for me to walk through the door.
I hate people. Genuinely. Shocker right? All I have ever been told is what a people person I am, and how well I get along with other people. If only you could hear my thoughts. It takes a lot for me to like you as a person. So if I say your my friend, you better believe it.
Sometimes I yell for no reason.
I look forward to Glee each Tuesday.
The only thing I've ever been really good at doesn't make me happy anymore. But I can't give it up, because I don't know how to live without it. Even if it makes me angry, causes me pain, and just brings unneeded pressures to my life.
I look a lot stronger than I am. I also act a lot stronger than I am.
Tyler Dicou, and Chelsey Christensen deserve a parade for putting up with me, and being my two best friends. They are amazing, and I don't deserve them.
Music is my drug. Seriously.
Coloring books may be the most calming activity I do.
I'm TERRIFIED of heights.
I always assume people are talking behind my back.
I have trust issues.
If I got to choose, I'd marry him.
I'm a very selfish person. I try REALLY hard not to be.... but I am.
I'd choose a nice long cuddle over a kiss.
I miss watching chick flicks, giving pedicures, facials, getting del taco, and eating pickles and potato chips with my best friend. I hate NC for stealing her...
I hate selling stuff, too bad that's my job....
Hopes that someday I get paid lots of money to sit around and write like this.
I'm also terrified that no one will ever like my writing and I'll fail.
He was right, I should have figured out how to live without him before he left. A good friend will hold your hand as you walk across hot coals, but a best friend will pick you up and carry you across them. He's my best friend.
Alas, I am exhausted. And I get sick of writing about myself. So this is all for tonight. Instead of a quote, we'll go with lyrics tonight. Enjoy. <3
Bell of the Boulevard- Dashboard Confessional
Down in a local bar
Out on the Boulevard
The sound of an old guitar
Is saving you from sinking
It's a long way down, It's a long way
Back like you never broke
You tell a dirty joke
He touches your leg
And thinks He's getting close
For now you let him
Just this once
Just for now
And just like that
It's over.
[Chorus]
Don't turn away
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Don't be afraid
But keep it all inside, all inside
When you fall apart
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Life is always hard
For the Belle of the Boulevard
In all your silver rings
In all your silken things
That song you softly sing
Is keeping you from breaking
It's a long way down, it's a long way
Back here you never lost
You shake the shivers off
You take a drink
To get your courage up
Can you believe it?
Just this once
Just for now
And just like that
It's over
[Chorus]
Don't turn away
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Don't be afraid
But keep it all inside, all inside
When you fall apart
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Life is always hard
For the Belle of the Boulevard
Please hold on, it's alright
Please hold on, it's alright
Please hold on
Down in a local bar
Out on the boulevard
The sound of an old guitar
Is saving you
[Chorus]
Don't turn away
Dry your eyes, dry you eyes
Don't be afraid
Keep it all inside, all inside
When you fall apart
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Life is always hard
For the Belle of the Boulevard
