"Twenty-Something" - Kerrigan-Lowdermilk

Oh how very appropriate this is...





From http://www.kerrigan-lowdermilk.com/lyrics:

“Twenty-Something”

from Tales from the Bad Years

My whole life is right in front me.
I can go anywhere.
Two whole decades can’t prepare you for the moment,
When the page is blank before you,
And you’re barely even twenty-something.
Nothing’s standing in my way.
No one’s holding me back.
College ended and there’s no one here to tell me
Not to hit the bars and rent some cars.
I’ll fuck around
But then I’m gonna change the world.
It’s the generation twenty-something ascending.
We might be young. We might be poor.
But we know we deserve much more than what our parents have.
Who knows what that’ll be?
But we’re ready to discover
If there is life after the Wii.
‘Cause as long as we’re still young and fresh
And twenty-something, we’re free.
This is it. This is what’s hot.
It’s your moment. It’s your decade.
But you’re only twenty-something til you’re not.
Hurry up. Do it now.
If you don’t, if you blink,
Then it’s over.
Show me something I can get behind.
And I’m already there.
I have more free time than I know what to do with.
I’m in twenty different places
But I guess it’s ’cause I’m twenty-something.
Single with a bach’lor pad.
Now I just need a job.
I’ve got time to kill until my life becomes more real.
The time is now for wearing heels,
For roommates, drugs,
For chance encounters.
Raise a glass to the generation twenty-something ascending.
We might be young. we might be poor.
But we know we deserve much more than what our parents have.
Who knows what that’ll be?
We’re the target demographic.
We’re the reason for tv.
We’re obsessively and definitely twenty-something and free.
Don’t think about tomorrow,
There’s enough to do today.
I’m young, smart, on my way.
This is my day.
You blinked.
You’re not twenty-something.

This is it. This is what’s hot.
It’s your moment. It’s your decade.
But you’re only twenty-something til you’re not.
Hurry up. Do it now.
If you don’t, if you blink,
Then it’s over.
Don’t think about tomorrow,
There’s enough to do today.
I’m young, smart, on my way.
This is my day.
You blinked.
You’re not twenty-something.

Raise a glass to the generation twenty-something ascending.
We might be young. we might be poor.
But we know we deserve much more than what our parents have.
Who knows what that’ll be?
When you’re twenty you’re just starting…
When you’re twenty-four…
You’re twenty-five…
You’ll never feel more perfect when life starts at twenty-three.
Because we’re ready and we’re waiting
And we’re twenty-something and free.

(Soy, como vez, una persona...)

Soy, como vez, una persona que jamás entenderías. Pensé que este día no llegaría, pero finalmente estoy empezando a sentir que puedo, que estoy lista, que soy y seré todo lo que quiero ser. No me sentaré a esperar por tí. Espero que, a su tiempo, puedas alcanzarme.

I Keep Making This To Do Lists...

This is the part I hate the most. When my to do list is almost empty and I'm stuck with an awful lot of time to think about all the things I've been avoiding. I'm tired of this part. I'll just take the easy way out and pine with a couple of Bright Eyes songs for a while.

...y simplemente me dejaba caer al vacio

Mientras todo se vuelve más real, me vuelvo más escéptica. Todo es más real, me acerco al borde, con miedo. No quiero arrepentirme de nada...

Hace un tiempo tenía este sueño recurrente en el que me paraba en el borde de una azotea en un edificio alto y simplemente me dejaba caer al vacio. Tenía ese sueño todo el tiempo, aunque era más común cuando estaba despierta que mientras dormía. Parece una metáfora, ¿no creen?

Estoy emocionada, y al mismo tiempo asustada. La ansiedad me está matando. Esto pasa cada vez que uno se acerca a un cambio, inminente e irreversible. Estoy cansada de ser una espectadora, quiero vivir ya, pero tengo miedo. ¿Estaré lista?

Si vivo más en el pasado que en el presente. Y mi futuro está lleno de sueños románticos de como debería ser. Al final, ¿regresaré, llegaré a donde pensé que llegaría? Es tan incierto. Se que la vida realmente da muchas vueltas.


"Have we all lost connection?
The life pulls in all direction
Memories bring us back to where we've been

(I want to do it again)"
-Younglife- Anberlin

Fotografía

Estaba viendo entre las fotos que tengo en mi pc y me encontre con mi trabajo final de fotografía. Había tenido la intención de postearlo pero siempre lo olvidaba. El título es Excesos.

Se ve un poco estupido, pero hice lo que pude :P
En general, como mis habilidades para la fotografía son limitadas, considero que lo hice bastante bien.

Nothing Gets Crossed Out - Bright Eyes

_____________________
Unrelated to the song...

Mirar tus fotografías me hace sentir como me sentí en aquel entonces. Odio ese sentimiento, y aún así lo hago. ¿Por qué? Es extraño tratar de explicarme a mi misma que lo hago apropósito, para sentir algo. Para sentir algo por alguien, por quien sea, aunque seas tú.
Tampoco estoy segura de como me hace sentir. Es algo como esos dolores de cabeza en los que uno siente que los ojos se van a salir porque están perforando el cráneo con un cincel... algo así pero en algún lugar entre mi pecho y mi estómago.
La verdad es que no podrías importarme menos. Entiendo porque trato de evocar esos sentimiento, y ni siquiera se trata de tí.

Easy/Lucky/Free - Bright Eyes

Did it all get real, I guess it's real enough
They got refrigerators full of blood
Another century spent pointing guns
At anything that moves
Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot
My twitching muscles tease my flippent thoughts
I never really dreamed of heaven much
Until we put him in the ground

But it's all I'm doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea
But once the satellite's deceased
It blows like garbage through the streets
Of the night sky to infinity

But don't you weep (don't you weep for them)
Don't you weep (don't you weep)
There is nothing as lucky
Honey, don't you weep (don't you weep for them)
Don't you weep (don't you weep)
There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

Don't be a criminal in this police state
You better shop and eat and procreate
You got vacation days then you might escape
To a condo on the coast

I set my watch to the atomic clock
I hear the crowd count down til the bomb gets dropped
I always figured there'd be time enough
I never let it get me down

But I can't help it now
Looking for faces in the clouds
I got some friends I barely see
But we're all planning to meet
We'll lay in bags as dead as leaves
All together for eternity

But don't you weep (don't you weep for them)
Don't you weep (don't you weep)
There is no one as lucky
Honey, don't you weep (don't you weep for them)
Don't you weep (don't you weep)
There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free
Or free, or free, or free
There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing...