Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
More about me:
stevie marie alexander
october 4th, 1990.
libra.
the cup is half empty.
born in long beach.
divorced parents.
2 houses.
green eyes.
naturally dirty-blonde.
5'5
OCD
thinks too much.
likes the unattainable ones.
horrible at returning phone calls.
hates talking on the phone.
text-a-holic.
right handed.
super small feet. 5.5/6
9 piercings.
panic attacks.
heather ann winnigham, the best friend.
confident.
anxiety.
saint bernard owner.
obsessed with say anything.
isn't sure about ever getting married.
one of the boys.
bad at talking to boys.
idolizes gwen stefani.
attending college.
always falling for the wrong boys.
can't leave the house without double checking the lock on the door.
honest.
sarcastic.
stubborn.
passionate.
cares too much.
is going to be in a commercial.
too nice.
loves eccentric people.
loves laughter.
loves solitude.
scared to loose people.
believes in kissing on the first date.
gym lover.
walks somewhere everyday.
does make-up for events.
cuts hair.
usually indecisive.
plans on getting several tattoos.
hates getting let down.
own worst enemy.
sings when sad.
loves cereal.
hates dessert.
loves the smell of oranges.
fan of 90's music.
400 sit ups a night.
obsessed with leopard print.
shoes, shoes, shoes.
loves feeling needed.
hates being ignored.
nieces and nephew>you.
2 big brothers.
4 step sisters.
from the murks of the sultry abyss, favorite book.
apple juice.
elevators.
art.
music.
movies.
movie nights.
orange sherbert.
cardigans.
skinny jeans.
racerbacks.
boots.
city lights.
mountains.
beach.
meeting people.
usually has a lot to say.
discouraged easily.
concerts.
memories.
only been in love once.
doesn't get into relationships all too much.
pay it forward.
hates super clingy people.
dreamer.
cynic.
backwards.
embraces change.
lust is today's love.
still wears a retainer at night.
advice.
open book, still being written.
october 4th, 1990.
libra.
the cup is half empty.
born in long beach.
divorced parents.
2 houses.
green eyes.
naturally dirty-blonde.
5'5
OCD
thinks too much.
likes the unattainable ones.
horrible at returning phone calls.
hates talking on the phone.
text-a-holic.
right handed.
super small feet. 5.5/6
9 piercings.
panic attacks.
heather ann winnigham, the best friend.
confident.
anxiety.
saint bernard owner.
obsessed with say anything.
isn't sure about ever getting married.
one of the boys.
bad at talking to boys.
idolizes gwen stefani.
attending college.
always falling for the wrong boys.
can't leave the house without double checking the lock on the door.
honest.
sarcastic.
stubborn.
passionate.
cares too much.
is going to be in a commercial.
too nice.
loves eccentric people.
loves laughter.
loves solitude.
scared to loose people.
believes in kissing on the first date.
gym lover.
walks somewhere everyday.
does make-up for events.
cuts hair.
usually indecisive.
plans on getting several tattoos.
hates getting let down.
own worst enemy.
sings when sad.
loves cereal.
hates dessert.
loves the smell of oranges.
fan of 90's music.
400 sit ups a night.
obsessed with leopard print.
shoes, shoes, shoes.
loves feeling needed.
hates being ignored.
nieces and nephew>you.
2 big brothers.
4 step sisters.
from the murks of the sultry abyss, favorite book.
apple juice.
elevators.
art.
music.
movies.
movie nights.
orange sherbert.
cardigans.
skinny jeans.
racerbacks.
boots.
city lights.
mountains.
beach.
meeting people.
usually has a lot to say.
discouraged easily.
concerts.
memories.
only been in love once.
doesn't get into relationships all too much.
pay it forward.
hates super clingy people.
dreamer.
cynic.
backwards.
embraces change.
lust is today's love.
still wears a retainer at night.
advice.
open book, still being written.
A little insight:
Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast the truth
Don't want to lose what I had as a kid
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat
As common as a cold day in L.A.
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
'cause without love I won't survive
I'm fettered and abused
Stand naked and accused
Should I surface, this one-man submarine?
I only want the truth!
So tonight we drink to youth!
I'll never lose what I had as a girl
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
'cause without love I won't survive
Such an amazing song.
When the cd dropped and this was my absolute favorite.
And scanning my music collection today, I came across it.
So i decided to post it. because it's stellar.
Without a doubt.
xoxo
And holding fast the truth
Don't want to lose what I had as a kid
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat
As common as a cold day in L.A.
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
'cause without love I won't survive
I'm fettered and abused
Stand naked and accused
Should I surface, this one-man submarine?
I only want the truth!
So tonight we drink to youth!
I'll never lose what I had as a girl
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
'cause without love I won't survive
Such an amazing song.
When the cd dropped and this was my absolute favorite.
And scanning my music collection today, I came across it.
So i decided to post it. because it's stellar.
Without a doubt.
xoxo
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Naked But That Belt Around My Waist:
Random Pictures:
new hat
how cute is this? For REAL.
aw, cute.
mmmmm.. lets go to fridays and get one nowwww.
Hey, This is something I have to do for myself.
I have to for myself.
It's early.
And i'm listening to my favorite band.
Great way to start off the day.
Yesterday ended well.
I cleared the air, and for once I feel fine about it.
<3
new hat
how cute is this? For REAL.
aw, cute.
mmmmm.. lets go to fridays and get one nowwww.
Hey, This is something I have to do for myself.
I have to for myself.
It's early.
And i'm listening to my favorite band.
Great way to start off the day.
Yesterday ended well.
I cleared the air, and for once I feel fine about it.
<3
Monday, September 1, 2008
Failure By Design:
Watch you, on the one's and two's
Through a window in a well lit room
Become a recluse
And I blame myself cause I make things hard and you're just trying to help
And when I wake up, you're the first to call
This is one more late night basement song
And I'm so sore, my voice has gone to hell
and this is one more sleepless night
Because we don't believe in filler baby
If I could I'd sit this out
This is a lesson in procrastination
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
It's failure by design
And we just want sleep, but this night is hell
I'm sick and sunk
And I blame myself cause I make things hard and you're just trying to help
I got no gas,I'm winding out my gears
This is one more day on the verge of tears
And now my head hurts and my health is a joke
And now I got to stop cause the headphones broke
we don't believe in filler
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out
This is a lesson in procrastination
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
It's failure by design
I'm out of everything
No one sleeps until we get this shit out on the shelves
It's late, I'm faltering
but this time I got nothing to say besides
Baby I'm better than this
Through a window in a well lit room
Become a recluse
And I blame myself cause I make things hard and you're just trying to help
And when I wake up, you're the first to call
This is one more late night basement song
And I'm so sore, my voice has gone to hell
and this is one more sleepless night
Because we don't believe in filler baby
If I could I'd sit this out
This is a lesson in procrastination
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
It's failure by design
And we just want sleep, but this night is hell
I'm sick and sunk
And I blame myself cause I make things hard and you're just trying to help
I got no gas,I'm winding out my gears
This is one more day on the verge of tears
And now my head hurts and my health is a joke
And now I got to stop cause the headphones broke
we don't believe in filler
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out
This is a lesson in procrastination
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
It's failure by design
I'm out of everything
No one sleeps until we get this shit out on the shelves
It's late, I'm faltering
but this time I got nothing to say besides
Baby I'm better than this
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