my velvet evening
so most of my posts are friends only so if you got this link from my myspace and are looking to lurk you will be disappointed to find nothing but the ranting of the 17yr old emo biotch i once was...and everything as usual will be misspelled
tonight i had one of the most amazing nights I’ve had in forever
it started with plans to go to the gym that got postponed by the call of a sad friend
that led to the walk around target and the usual sucking down your feelings in a venti latte...that you feel guilty drinking bc you added raw sugar and an inch of breve
to purchasing sunset boulevard on dvd and being so stoaked about it
then my traditional shop out your feeling in a ross window shop style
touch every pan and smell every candle...but never try on clothes bc at any size you will feel fat
then the trip to blockbuster and the sadness felt when you find they dont carry now and then
gasp i know
then the drive down university to sonic bc grilled cheese is so on your mind
oh god i just remembered i left 4 bottles of orangeena in j's car lol
the ipod begins to illuminate the trip
bc some music needs air
we start playing the most nostalgic music ever
and i for the first time in years dare to order a regular coke
it was delish btws
the music continues...so amazing...ella, frank, billy joel, elton, and then we're in baldwin park screaming dashboard out
passing tater tots near tears
sinking into the beautiful realization that sometimes we like being sad
embrace it
then drive downtown where we set the soundtrack to the city
james brown's that's life is coursing through the speakers...people move to the beat of it
every light flickers in sync with our tune
my father's gun...my fav elton john ever...makes my eyes water
i love my father
i miss my home
i feel like a nomad
where the roads are endless...limitless as i always want to feel
the cage people built around me is wrecked...and the doors fly open
and suddenly we both know to just keep driving
open road
highway
more music
spice girls, eve 6, shania twain
ridiculous
oh the ella
screaming taking back sunday....i am 16 again
memories pop and spark inside me
our words weave
stories of this and that
of the boys and occasional men that have crossed our paths
the smell of rain
and the road back home
daytona
pointing out every land mark
sitting in front of the house i grew up
but not daring to wake my family inside
gas station bathrooms
green m&m's and lost reeses
visiting an old friend
the taco bell where the "my friend guy works"
beach street
damien rice
driving the loop
roads with no shoulders
trees overgrowing into a canopy
feeling like youre a hundred miles from that college town
mist of the water
taking in every breath like it's the first time youve ever breathed
being conscious
good to feel…even pain
letting your hair down and not caring it's greasy and you have no makeup on
so many stories
summers, anger, love, realizing it's not love, disenchantment, loathing, infatuation
being the movie girls
setting the scene for our own disasters
so hardened by our new worlds but pulling the wall down so easily to explain the who we were from the who we are
how we got this way
no one every meeting the standard
and the fear of the possibility someone will break the mold
A1A
ocean
forgetting we had planned to jump in the ocean
police everywhere
traffic
suspended license
switching seats on the highway
screaming rap music
dancing like idiots
being called grubby by some bitch at the Debary exit...i was having a brittany spears moment...barefoot at a gas station changing seats again
so tired
and sooooo awake
last song of the night
always journey
happy
so happy
best night ever
growing up by refusing to get old
and the clarity realizing everything is clouded
beautiful
every site, sound, and word of my night was rich
like 440 thread count sheets that cost too much...like finding the last nugget lol
just so happy to be aware
to love myself and my friends
to say "god damnit my name is Sharon Phillips im going to be happy and be myself no matter how hard everyone tries to push me around...it's my movie and i say enter stage left!"
tonight i had one of the most amazing nights I’ve had in forever
it started with plans to go to the gym that got postponed by the call of a sad friend
that led to the walk around target and the usual sucking down your feelings in a venti latte...that you feel guilty drinking bc you added raw sugar and an inch of breve
to purchasing sunset boulevard on dvd and being so stoaked about it
then my traditional shop out your feeling in a ross window shop style
touch every pan and smell every candle...but never try on clothes bc at any size you will feel fat
then the trip to blockbuster and the sadness felt when you find they dont carry now and then
gasp i know
then the drive down university to sonic bc grilled cheese is so on your mind
oh god i just remembered i left 4 bottles of orangeena in j's car lol
the ipod begins to illuminate the trip
bc some music needs air
we start playing the most nostalgic music ever
and i for the first time in years dare to order a regular coke
it was delish btws
the music continues...so amazing...ella, frank, billy joel, elton, and then we're in baldwin park screaming dashboard out
passing tater tots near tears
sinking into the beautiful realization that sometimes we like being sad
embrace it
then drive downtown where we set the soundtrack to the city
james brown's that's life is coursing through the speakers...people move to the beat of it
every light flickers in sync with our tune
my father's gun...my fav elton john ever...makes my eyes water
i love my father
i miss my home
i feel like a nomad
where the roads are endless...limitless as i always want to feel
the cage people built around me is wrecked...and the doors fly open
and suddenly we both know to just keep driving
open road
highway
more music
spice girls, eve 6, shania twain
ridiculous
oh the ella
screaming taking back sunday....i am 16 again
memories pop and spark inside me
our words weave
stories of this and that
of the boys and occasional men that have crossed our paths
the smell of rain
and the road back home
daytona
pointing out every land mark
sitting in front of the house i grew up
but not daring to wake my family inside
gas station bathrooms
green m&m's and lost reeses
visiting an old friend
the taco bell where the "my friend guy works"
beach street
damien rice
driving the loop
roads with no shoulders
trees overgrowing into a canopy
feeling like youre a hundred miles from that college town
mist of the water
taking in every breath like it's the first time youve ever breathed
being conscious
good to feel…even pain
letting your hair down and not caring it's greasy and you have no makeup on
so many stories
summers, anger, love, realizing it's not love, disenchantment, loathing, infatuation
being the movie girls
setting the scene for our own disasters
so hardened by our new worlds but pulling the wall down so easily to explain the who we were from the who we are
how we got this way
no one every meeting the standard
and the fear of the possibility someone will break the mold
A1A
ocean
forgetting we had planned to jump in the ocean
police everywhere
traffic
suspended license
switching seats on the highway
screaming rap music
dancing like idiots
being called grubby by some bitch at the Debary exit...i was having a brittany spears moment...barefoot at a gas station changing seats again
so tired
and sooooo awake
last song of the night
always journey
happy
so happy
best night ever
growing up by refusing to get old
and the clarity realizing everything is clouded
beautiful
every site, sound, and word of my night was rich
like 440 thread count sheets that cost too much...like finding the last nugget lol
just so happy to be aware
to love myself and my friends
to say "god damnit my name is Sharon Phillips im going to be happy and be myself no matter how hard everyone tries to push me around...it's my movie and i say enter stage left!"