So today I was sitting in my second poetry class and I felt like an idiot.. my freaking SKYPE..answered itself and my volume was up loud..WELLL.. one of my friends on there decided to yell outloud at the very momeny it answered the call.."I WANT TO FUCK HER...OVER A CHAIR""
Goodness I thought I was going to die.. it was soo embarassing..it was to the point that I FROZE.. then tried to search my entire computer for a damn mute button.. It was crazy.... by time I had unfroze my entire class had heard what was said.. I thought I could have died..
But now..an hour latter it is FUCKIN' ho-lar-ious!!
For now..
This is...
VICKTORIA'S life
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Music
So Music has always had this special part in my life, actually it seems to be my entire life....
I don't know what to say about it, its just all that makes me alive...You can catch me singing while I walk through a random store while shopping. I cannot drive down the road without music playing. It really is an obcession.
I don't know what it is about music, it gets me throught the hard times, the happy and well any other ones. I guess if you asked me to sing I would be kind of embarrassed at first but then I would 'man up' and sing just about anything. Actually as im writing this im listening to a band I was just turned on to...The Scene Aesthetic.. really really good.. .. check them out on Youtube... You wont be disapointed thats for sure.
I look at myself in the mirror and see a differnt and unique individual who is absolutly addicted to music and her future in it. I sing constantly and its my biggest passion. I can see myself on stage and singing infront of an audiance and well those whom I know will have front row seats.. people cheering me on..
Yes I have a huge twang in my speaking voice..but my singing voice is dramatically different...the twang is only there if i am singing country..which i enjoy..but most say my voice is a bit rock a bit blues and a bit soul.. (ha ha a white girl with some soul)
But well I guess I will add more to this latter
for now
this is Vicktoria's Life
I don't know what to say about it, its just all that makes me alive...You can catch me singing while I walk through a random store while shopping. I cannot drive down the road without music playing. It really is an obcession.
I don't know what it is about music, it gets me throught the hard times, the happy and well any other ones. I guess if you asked me to sing I would be kind of embarrassed at first but then I would 'man up' and sing just about anything. Actually as im writing this im listening to a band I was just turned on to...The Scene Aesthetic.. really really good.. .. check them out on Youtube... You wont be disapointed thats for sure.
I look at myself in the mirror and see a differnt and unique individual who is absolutly addicted to music and her future in it. I sing constantly and its my biggest passion. I can see myself on stage and singing infront of an audiance and well those whom I know will have front row seats.. people cheering me on..
Yes I have a huge twang in my speaking voice..but my singing voice is dramatically different...the twang is only there if i am singing country..which i enjoy..but most say my voice is a bit rock a bit blues and a bit soul.. (ha ha a white girl with some soul)
But well I guess I will add more to this latter
for now
this is Vicktoria's Life
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Thoughts
I am sitting here at college and am actually in a stupid class. But I keep thinking about how much I want to be home and all that stupidness. Like woundering who has updated their facebook pages and what its about, who is dating who and so on so forth. But I never seem to have time slowing down and thinking over things that I do.
See I had to write this paper in my Poetry class, well my second poetry class seeing as I have two right in a row with the same teacher, but they are differnt classes. Well we had to choose a poem from our book to evaluate and write a paper about. Well I choose "The Garden Of Proserpine" by Algernon Swineburne and I only really chose it because it had to do with Greek Mythology and I enjoy that subject alot. Also because it was a long poem I figured I could write more on it. Well in the long run I could only write less. Sucks for me, now I have to write it over again..but on a different poem of course.
Then today in Psychology class some boys sitting next to me, whom I really dont know are actually still in High School but are taking some classes here. Well they were asking if people thought they were handsome...I really did not know how to answer that correctly seeing as they are little high school students who even though are 18 (yes I asked to see their id's) still made me feel like I was talking dirty to a little kid. (shakes my head) What a terrible thought.
I dont really know where this one is going, just a bunch of thughts going through my head. Like my amazing neice Reagean in the hospital.. sooo sad.. she is only 5 months old and they have no clue whats wrong with her.
My mind is a little scattered and sad because its a crappy day, because the weather is rediculas and crummy.. everyone says its going to snow again, but the sad part is, its spring.. no snow please.. I dont know I quit for now..
once again
Its Vicktoria's Life
See I had to write this paper in my Poetry class, well my second poetry class seeing as I have two right in a row with the same teacher, but they are differnt classes. Well we had to choose a poem from our book to evaluate and write a paper about. Well I choose "The Garden Of Proserpine" by Algernon Swineburne and I only really chose it because it had to do with Greek Mythology and I enjoy that subject alot. Also because it was a long poem I figured I could write more on it. Well in the long run I could only write less. Sucks for me, now I have to write it over again..but on a different poem of course.
Then today in Psychology class some boys sitting next to me, whom I really dont know are actually still in High School but are taking some classes here. Well they were asking if people thought they were handsome...I really did not know how to answer that correctly seeing as they are little high school students who even though are 18 (yes I asked to see their id's) still made me feel like I was talking dirty to a little kid. (shakes my head) What a terrible thought.
I dont really know where this one is going, just a bunch of thughts going through my head. Like my amazing neice Reagean in the hospital.. sooo sad.. she is only 5 months old and they have no clue whats wrong with her.
My mind is a little scattered and sad because its a crappy day, because the weather is rediculas and crummy.. everyone says its going to snow again, but the sad part is, its spring.. no snow please.. I dont know I quit for now..
once again
Its Vicktoria's Life
Psychology Class
Well I thought you came to college to learn, right? Well thats far from what MY Psychology class does. Everyone just talks the entire hour away and my teacher just decides to endulge them. So he continues talking right along with them. It really irks me!
Would you want to go to that class? Not really I came here to learn, im taking this class because its part of what I am trying to major in. And now they are talking about 'eating grandma'... yea...thats differnt, but who can explain this class. I am actually sitting in it right this second. And of course typing away like a crazy person who's fingers cannot stop moving, yet my teacher does not even notice... If thats a teacher can all mine be like this one...
Were only like seven chapters into the book in 9 weeks of our 14 week semester. I think that is actually pretty slow sence I failed this class last semester and my class by week 5 was on chapter 11 and that class only meet once a week for 14 weeks on monday nights from 6-9. Whereas this class im in now meets M-W-F for 14 weeks and its from 12:40-1:40..so its an hour class and were learning nothing. Rediculas!!
Well thats all there is to say...
until I post again...
it's Vicktoria's Life
Would you want to go to that class? Not really I came here to learn, im taking this class because its part of what I am trying to major in. And now they are talking about 'eating grandma'... yea...thats differnt, but who can explain this class. I am actually sitting in it right this second. And of course typing away like a crazy person who's fingers cannot stop moving, yet my teacher does not even notice... If thats a teacher can all mine be like this one...
Were only like seven chapters into the book in 9 weeks of our 14 week semester. I think that is actually pretty slow sence I failed this class last semester and my class by week 5 was on chapter 11 and that class only meet once a week for 14 weeks on monday nights from 6-9. Whereas this class im in now meets M-W-F for 14 weeks and its from 12:40-1:40..so its an hour class and were learning nothing. Rediculas!!
Well thats all there is to say...
until I post again...
it's Vicktoria's Life
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