One Song

If I could only liste to one song, it would have to be something that isn't my favorite. If I listen to my favorite song over and over again, I know I'd get sick of it. I know I'm probably wrong by making this decision, but the first song that came to my mind was "Yes, Yes, We Are Magicians" by the Crookes. I don't know. I mean, it's not my most favored song ever, but it's still really good, and it's not too jumpy, not too somnolent. Give it a listen.

Here are the lyrics:

Yes, my love, oh we, are magicians
you and I
And soon, you'll see, that the cloud shapes in our eyes are blind,
but fly, forever just the same

Oh you -- you've been sleeping in the rough
A traveling man took you by the hand
And still I wonder
Why dear -- you've a pocket full of snuff
A meek and mild rag-time child who sometimes wonders

Why the crowds all stare,
Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"
I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls

Oh it -- it may well hap' to be
That there's magic wed in ragged threads
That you sleep under

To find -- there's comfort in the melody
Too mild and meek for rag-time chic
And still I wonder

Why the crowds all stare,
Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"
I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls

Mary was a poor girl
Turned alabaster call girl With bruised and pale pins
Mary's still a poor girl
So through these gutters crawl, girl
Your secret's sleeping in

And the crowds'll stop and stare
Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"
I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls

It's a lovely song to listen to. I honestly really like it, and if you've noticed, my blog title is named after the song: "We Are Magicians"

I know some people may be disappointed that my one song isn't the Beatles, but hey, there are just so many good Beatles songs that my brain might explode trying to pick one. My love for the Beatles is everlasting, and just because I don't choose their song for my one song, doesn't mean I love them any less.

We Are Magicians is a good song, and I have no regrets!

My Ideal Spouse

Take a good look at the following men. These are what I picture my ideal spouse's face would look like:

    
 

These are only a few (and I mean few) of the many face of my ideal spouse. My spouse also has to have a good personality.

My ideal spouse's personality:

• Funny
• Caring
• Creative
• Loving
• Bubbly
• Serious when the time calls for it
• Playful (yes, playful, my husband must keep up with my playful personality, and what better way of keeping up than by actually being playful himself.
• Athletic
• Smart
• He must love animals, animals are a big part of my life
• He has to have a love for music (preferably the kinds that I listen to)
• Good with kids
• Nice laugh
• Deep, seductive voice
• Overall, a very appealing man

Okay, this might seem a little bit selfish of me (but if I truly love the guy, I wouldn't care), but you asked me what my ideal man was. So I'll let you know what I want him to look like.

My ideal spouse's looks:

• Nice body; abs
• Not too muscular, not too skinny
• Dark hair
• Light eyes
• Pretty eyes
• Color doesn't really matter to me, but preferably ranging from mildly dark, to light complexion (just because I'm light complected, and we'd look good together)
• Nice eyebrows (I tend to notice eyebrows a lot in guys, they're, in many cases, the reason I'm strongly attracted to them)
• Tall
• Nice smile
• Stylish
• Overall a perfect man

I know that the man I've explained either is famous somewhere, and will never know of my  existence, or doesn't exist. That won't stop me from dreaming, though. I'll keep searching for my perfect man (if I haven't already found one that I'm content with)!

My Graduation

Well, graduation is coming up in about sixteen days, and I'm sort of ambivalent towards it. I really don't know how to feel. I mean, I'm not indifferent about the whole leaving high school thing, I'm just stuck. I guess why I'm not feeling anxious or happy or sad is because it hasn't hit me yet. I think the idea of me graduating will hit when I'm actually getting ready for it. Perhaps when I'm sitting down in my gown, or perhaps when I receive my diploma. Maybe it won't even hit me at all, and I'll just go to college living out my days like there's no difference. Well of course things'll be different. I'll be in a new environment with new people, and new experiences.

Graduation will most likely leave a mark on me. I know It'll be emotional because for sure there'll be a bunch of girls crying. I'm not being stereotypical or anything, I know this because they told me that they would cry. I don't blame them. We've known each other so long that saying goodbye isn't an easy thing to do. We will have to eventually.

Let's just say that I'm looking forward to graduating, but everything in between and after that is a little bit fuzzy.

What Would You Do If You Had A Million Dollars?

Well, if I had a million dollars, I'd first take care of my family's financial needs, then with the money I have left, I'd spend that on creating a Playgirl Mansion. Of course, less than a million isn't enough to support building a mansion and purchasing everything that's supposed to be inside it. I'd first look for sponsors, and get a couple loans. When my mansion is complete, and when I begin to make profit from the models, I would be able to pay off my loans, and then make a living off my mansion. I mean, a house full of hot male models, come on! I'd invite so many people, and we'd have a blast. The extra money will go to charity. It's nice to help out.

My Favorite Irish

     Usually, when people who aren't that familiar with Ireland think of Irish people, they tend to picture the locals to leprechauns, or alcoholics who live in pubs and eat potatoes. I really beg to differ. I run a model blog and a lot of the Irish I see are anything but leprechauns. One of these flawless Irish people out there is Robert Sheehan. Robert Sheehan isn't a model, but he ought to be one. His eyes are as green as a green crystal, and his magnificent god-like curls would make even the manliest man squeal in admiration.

     I first fell in love with Robert through a British television show called "Misfits." Misfits is a bloody, sexed-up, action-packed, television drama that consults all the senses. It's dramatic, suspenseful, and due to Robert, a really funny show. Although Robert has left the set of Misfits to further persue and expand his acting career, his fans still adore him as Nathan Young, the man who can never die. Of course, his powers were swapped, and a new power was chosen: magic. When I first heard of his new power, I thought "what?!" How can you go from immortal to being a magician pulling rabbits out of your ass? I really hope he returns to the show. It's not and never will be the same without him.

YOLO: That's Da Motto

I'm the girl. You all don't get it do you. Type of money everybody is acting like they know you. Go uptown New York City, girl. Some Spanish boys acting like I'm Aventura.

Tell Uncle Luke, that I'm out in Miami too. Clubbing hard wooing women, ain't much to do. Blah blah blah blah. I godda condo up in Biscayne. Still getting brains from a girl, ain't nothing changed.

How you feel, how you feel, how you feel. 25 sitting on 25 mil. I'm in the building and i'm feeling myself. Rest in peace Mac Drey I'ma do it for the bay. Okay.

Getting paid well, holler whenever that stop. My team good we don't even need a mascot. Tell Tune likewise catch em like a relay, YMCMB you people want YMCA.

Me Frannie and Marley Mar at the cribow. Shout goes out to Nico Jay Chubbs at the Gibbo. We got Sana Margarita by the liter. She know even if I'm playing wither her, I don't even need her... aaaah.

My motto is to live life in the now.