Nothing Unusual. Nothing Strange. Close To Nothing At All

I love the Cole Porter station on Pandora. I wish I had been born in a different era. I often wonder if love made sense back then or if everything was just as complicated.

I don’t really like mainstream music...Unless I need a good dance beat... But I prefer song writers; people who actually write about important things/ things that make you feel.  

We have a stigma in my family that everyone fights on holidays and weekends; especially holidays that fall on weekends.

Ever since I was little I have felt like all my inanimate objects have feelings. I love my pens and whenever they would run out of ink I would never want to throw them away because they were my friends.  If I ever had to throw some away I would wait till I had two so they could be together wherever the trash took them. I love pens to this day and have a problem….ahem….stealing them when I discover one I like.  I especially like thicker-ish ones because my handwriting looks better with those. Certain pens make for different handwriting.  

I truly wish I was covered in tattoos. My cartilage is my way of letting some of that need out. Haha.

I have a weird thing for Steven Tyler. Boys who play rock music are the best kinds.

I love Amy Winehouse. I get overly sad when celebrities die. As if I knew them..

I love contemporary dance. It is phenomenal and so much like real life. If I could go back in time, I would pursue dancing.

Scruffy boys are the most attractive. (And yes, that is partially a personality thing.) AND for some reason boys who wear eyeliner don’t bother me…hmm…I blame Johnny Depp for that. He is scruffy also.

I get really annoyed by people who use ‘bring’ and ‘take’ incorrectly…of course, it is impolite to correct them but I can’t seem to help it.  Even if I don’t say it out loud I have to compulsively correct them under my breath… I must grow in the area………………..;) But I kind of think foster are all grammar Nazis…

I was never a very good speller. I was never diagnosed with dyslexia…. But I know I have it. I have gotten so much better in my old age… When I was little and we would read the bible I would have a really hard time. I would have to put a card underneath the line I was reading and read very slowly. Nowadays when I read out loud I still get very out of breath. However, it is my goal to someday be a fantastic speller and to never rely on auto correct. ;)

I love movies that simply break your heart; the ones about lost love, death, war and passion. I would take a tearjerker over a comedy any day. They make me happy in my niblet places. (don’t ask. Ahem. Ivy, that was for you.)

I struggle with a bit of wanderlust. Wide open spaces, peace and quiet, out in the elements. Especially days where is it kind of dark and cloudy I just want to pack up and get on a plane to go somewhere. Or jump in my car and drive. Someday I might just disappear. Up and leave. That being said, I love days where the weather is dark. It doesn't make me sad like it does for most people.

When I am an old lady I think i might like to be a gardener..And have little bunny foo foo hopping all over my yard eating everything. 

I retreat into myself when I am around certain people. There are times when I am totally out there insane and others when I am so very quiet.  

I know myself very well in most areas but there are still things I am learning.

I don't know how to feel without feeling everything. (I need to write a more concise entry on this one of these days.)

I most always drive with my car windows down.

I am fascinated by different cultures.  I want to read a book on the history of like every culture there ever was. 

I almost drowned when I was little. (Not like I had to have CPR but still) We were over at the Fasolinos and I was walking on the ledge. You know the seat thing that is sort of in the water? I was walking back and forth and then I walked too far and fell in, sinking to the bottom. I remember sitting on the bottom of the pool looking up, it was crystal blue and so peaceful. I remember watching dad jump in to save me. I wasn't afraid and that was what was so scary. To this day I don't really like my face being in the water just because I remember that feeling of being down there unable to breathe but being unafraid at all and for some reason that is scary and traumatizing to me. 

Love always,

HollyDee

Older chests reveal themselves
Like a crack in a wall
Starting small, and grow in time
And we always seem to need the help
Of someone else
To mend that shelf
Too many books
Read me your favourite line

She broke down the other day, yeah you know
Some things in life may change
But some things they stay the same

Like time, there's always time
On my mind
So pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time