An Oi's Life.: Foreigners read my blog!

Oh hai.

Oh hai there...

This is my blog. Welcome to it.

This is the disclaimer for reading my blog:
I am an emotional teenage girl. I am a teenage girl. We get way too invested in stuff that probably will hurt us in the end. We're stupid. We fall for boys too easily. Every stereotype i can think of is supposed to go right here. So don't judge me, because I won't judge you. I have a relationship with God, but i need to grow it. And my friends are helping me do that... Shout out to Bethani. <3 I think this is the end of my disclaimer.
Okay, continue reading. But bear in mind. This stuff is on my blog because i need to vent or share something with a few people, NOT because i want the world to know. It's here because it's stuff i can't tell my family or church friends, or even some school friends. It's here so you guys can know the real me.
Okay, now that i've been all deep and sentimental and crap, enjoy. :)

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Foreigners read my blog!

This will be a short post.
So I was checking out my blog stats today, and here are the pageview numbers by country:
US: 260
Russia: 60
Germany: 9
United Kingdom: 4
Malaysia: 2
Mexico: 1

To all my foreign friends, thank you so much for reading this. It means a lot to me, more than I can express by typing... Also, I apologize for spilling all my feelings to you guys, unless you want to hear that kind of thing. You're awesome, and to the 60 people in Russia; You guys rock! I know a guy who can speak Russian, he taught me how to say "sandwich". :)
To everyone else, you guys are amazing. I love you all.
Stay sexy.
PS: Is it offending to be called foreigners? Sorry if it is. I don't mean to offend.

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Forever Yours - Alex Day (I love this song.)

We sing together out of key,

although we try, it seems we just can't find our harmony.

We just don't fit each other's frequencies.
That makes you out of reach,

and I am finally accepting that...

About you and me,
it's plain to see,

we only ever want to stay inside and watch TV,

because that's just as good a memory.

You're just good company.
And I am finally accepting that.
Remember the time, when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it,

we took it away.
And it will be forever mine,

and it will be forever yours.

Now we own the night,
and it can't be undone.

We'll never forget how it feels to be young,

cause it will be forever mine.
And it will be forever yours.

Come on darling,

have some indecency.
You know there's nothing you could say

that would embarrass me.
I heard some tell me that talk is cheap,

but it's all you do with me,

and I am finally accepting that.
It's just our routine.

We try and dream,

of all the things we said we'd buy

when we got more money,

all in the name of making memories.

That's what you want with me,

and I am finally accepting that.

Remember the time when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it,

we took it away.
And it will be forever mine,

and it will be forever yours.

Now we own the night and it can't be undone.

We'll never forget how it feels to be young.
Cause it will be forever mine,

and it will be forever yours...

Remember the time when we stole the day?

A Thousand Hours (I love this song too.)

If I counted all the hours I spent on the phone to you,

or waiting at train stations to meet you,
I'd give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate,

and that still wouldn't make up for the sleep you made me lose.

If someone told me I could have it all back,

no more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be...

I'd tell that person they don't know me at all.
That you made me who I am,

and they don't get how much you mean to me.
This may come as a surprise,
but I don't care if we fight.
Cause I'd rather that you lie,

than you not be there at all!
So I'll sing you some cliches,
as I count down day by day,
till I board another train.

So I'll spend another night writing about you all I can,

and revel in a sheer sense of nostalgia.
Memories made from Waterloo to Hyde Park,

Cold and Heart, Camden Markets, Major Placetor, and Trafalda.

If someone told me I could give it all back,

no more hostile bars or those long train cars

where no-one wants to go,

I'd talk about the time we sung in the rain,

skipping buses cause you didn't want to leave me,

to go home.
This may come as a surprise,
but I loved those sleepless nights.
Though I tend to speak my mind,
I go overboard, I know.
So I'll sing you some cliches,

as I count down day by day,

till I board another train.

An Oi's Life.

Oh hai.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Foreigners read my blog!

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