Thursday, November 04, 2010
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Picture Blog.
Because I blog at 'Everything Was" I feel like I have abandoned Quiet Girl (which in all honesty was created after I thought I deleted Everything Was Beautiful a few years back).
So, I thought maybe I would post pictures instead on this blog. Where Everything Was is where I voice my thoughts. Quiet Girl will be where I post pictures from my everyday life.
We'll see how long this last. Here are some gems from the last few months.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Saturday, January 02, 2010
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Mirror-Sylvia Plath
Where the hell was this poem when i was a teenager.
I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart.
But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake.
A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day,
like a terrible fish.
I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart.
But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake.
A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day,
like a terrible fish.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Well Well
I haven't updated this thing since December...tsk. tsk.
It's not like there isn't any entertainment things to talk about:
Shia LeBeouf car accident
Christan Bale's screaming match with mom
Angie and Brad's twins
But i guess i've been processing it in all, w/out blogging about it.
Hey, here's a Stevie nicks cover to make up for the absence.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Unforgiven
Friday, September 28, 2007
No He Doesn't
My teacher keeps saying that Emile Hirsch and Leonardo Dicaprio look alike.
WTF? I do not see the resemblance. I think my professor may be blind. Just Saying.
WTF? I do not see the resemblance. I think my professor may be blind. Just Saying.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
The Black Donnelly's
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Friday, November 17, 2006
UMMM?

I recieved this in the mail the other day from an old friend. That sick bastard has a way of letting you know he still considers you a friend. Thank you Eric. Only you would know how to brighten up a girls day by sending her a hilarious video that is both disturbing and funny to watch.
Beware college humor ahead: dubbed version of an X-men episode
Juggernaut
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Vampires Don't Wear Polka Dots
Saturday, October 07, 2006
FEED ME!

I have started a petition to have Carson Daly gain his weight back. This skinner than thou manbulima is not cool. I miss your heavier but healthy self. And i am behind your recovery, that is if you will get some help, more than you will ever know.
To my first celebrity crush and love.
You need help and we are all here to support you.
Sincerely
Beckett.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Why Snow Patrol...Why?

I love Snow Patrol. More than anyone could know. and i especially love their new song Chasing Cars, which i think was on episode of Grey's anatomy. But what i don't love is the video for the song. There are apparently two versions and the one on VH1, makes no sense. He is lying on a subway, in the street, then the last shot he is lying in a bed where someone else must have been sleeping because the side is unmade(a little monk eye for deatail there). The whole time i am like "THE OTHER VIDEO WAS SO MUCH BETTER, WHY SNOW PATROL, WHY!?"
The other video is a close out of various part of singers face and it is raining. So hot and artsy and cool.
Bring back the old video please. I beg of you.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Princess Diaries

So Prince Albert has fathered another child.
Jokes aside, i think it would actually be pretty cool to find out that i am actually a princess.
But unfortunately after asking my mother if she may have had an affair with prince albert 20 years ago, she assured me that she did not have an affair with Prince Albert or any other man for that matter of fact.
Not that i don't love my real father, just saying if i just so happened to be the daughter of a prince, i woudn't have any qualms with it.
We can all dream can't we.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Dear Jessica Simpson....

I really really dislike you.
I don't think you can sing particularly well. I see no beauty in your face. Your father may be a pervert and don't get me on your talentless sister who spells her name wrong. The only reason you became famous was because you are a dense tart. I said it...TART.
I could ignore all those things before, but now you have gone to far. You have Nick Lachey running around crying on MTV,NBC,ABC, probably CBS, and FOX.
I don't even like Nick Lachey, but I have suddenly grown sorry for him that you completely broke his heart.
No man should have to go through that.
The little respect I had for you is gone.
Beckett
P.S. I'll take what is left of Nick's poor broken heart that you carelessly trampled on.
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