The Quiet Girl

The fear crept up When no one was watching,  And invaded the silence  So I could not hear And slowly my mind Gave into the thoughts.  “Do not think about it,” I said to myself,  But the thoughts continued, They clawed their way through my skull, They invaded my mind, my spirit,  Every part of my being,  My heart pounded faster,  My head spun around and around,  Until I trembled with utter terror,  My lungs seemed to sprint,  I seemed to choke on the thin air, In this eerie time and place,  The doom seemed to await me,  The lucid end seemed to be near, My mind desired for me to fall on the floor in oblivion.  Then I took an exhausted sigh,  Knowing that all my thoughts were irrational. 

CDs are falling out of fashion and are "lumbering toward the dinosaur boneyard," according to author Donald S. Passman, who wrote a textbook I owned for my music business class in undergrad. It's unfortunate. I love CDs. There are many benefits to CDs that many people do not see, in my opinion. Sure, I love on-demand streaming services, having grown up in the iPod/YouTube generation. But there are so many legitimate reasons why CDs should stay a part of technology, and why it would be a big mistake to throw them out. First of all, CDs give you access to both a hard copy and a digital file. I love iTunes and Spotify, but in the case of CDs, it is the better deal if you plan on purchasing an entire album. You are getting the music in two different formats for the price of one. CDs are very versatile in that you will always have a hard copy of your music in case your file gets deleted or your stick drive becomes corrupted. Second of all, CDs allow you to drive with bo

I went on many field trips during my childhood when I attended a private Christian school in the area. One of the most influential field trips I went on was a trip to Virginia's Explore Park.  Explore Park is a recreational park with hiking and biking trails and old pioneer houses. When I was growing up, not that long ago, it used to be a living history museum, complete with reenactments of period food, chores, and music. This part of the park just didn't have the funds to operate anymore, so it closed in 2007. The buildings are still there to look at, but lack the workers who added so much character to the attraction. Here I am in the center with the braids!  It was early October of 2002. I was seven years old at the time. We took an old school bus to the park. I was excited to wear shorts that day, which were normally out of dress code. Many moms had decided to meet the bus at Explore Park so they could walk with us, mine included. She came with my sister, w

I am trying to decide what color to paint my fingernails today. Many of you know that I have quite the array of colors in my collection. However, my favorite color is, once again, blue. Probably 90% of the time I choose blue to paint my nails, and, depending on my mood, different shades, as shown here in my collection: You can see the (almost) obsessive amount of blues that I own here, it is obvious of my addiction to the polish.  Many times throughout my life I have bought two or more versions of the same color or formula: once I owned about three or more bottles of bright blue shimmer polish, my most favorite color of all to wear. Unfortunately, this is a habit I have: buying the same thing over and over again because I like it so much, because I'm a T-shirt and jeans kind of girl, and because it's so comfortable to wear, like an old pair of sweatpants. This habit goes for clothes too. I have had to try and break this habit.... This morning I went looking fo