oh, so, loverly sitting abso-blooming-lutely still, i must say, demi lovato is my latest instant fav internet singer cuz i can feel her voice in all sorts of wonderful and hard to reach places inside (perversions not intended)� seriously, i am� not yoda, i am serious� i sense major talent (bursting effervescence, even), so most deeply seriously hopefully she will nurture herself and be nurtured and not be sucked dry before she fully develops like most of the artists in this world these days� even if she�s hooked on phonics, or jesus, for that matter (i wonder how many agnostic superstars there are in the world), or even if she is an atheist, which is still someone with blind faith, by the way, she�s still got potential� i mean, even if she�s a liberal flower child or takes the right wing fundamentalists up the kazoo, don�t let the distractions fool you� just remember (or don�t forget) i said it, she�s got amazing talent, a rocker with emo, fragile tough, and she�s goofy too, which can make her quite the superstar and artist, and there are so few of those around these days� these days� so many songs come to mind�

oh sure, give a sweet devotional shout out to the poor girl and throw religion and politics into it so nobody will notice her� well, check her out cuz she�s the news, poppy� individuality in a can, how clever� will she go the route of Christina and Madonna or lose herself in the confusion of searching for some ultimate truth or follow in the footsteps of the nuns up at the abbey (how do we solve a problem like this lovato?) or will she live up to her that�s just me and think for herself without the usual crutch(es)?... tune in next season and a few years down the road� luckily, Melanie is still kicking�

so now, really and truly (and madly and deeply), what�s on your mind�s eye?... and while we�re completely changing the subject to distract us from the shameless plugs for a few of my many blogs, when was the past time you went popping a weasel?... ah, but all that not to say that you most likely have been missing my daily reality check along with everybody else, but that�s ok, it�ll be there when you get there and you can catch up if you wanna�

and well, you do wanna (cuz there�s always hope, ya know?), i hope� so this is now, after the musical plug for my latest instant fav cheerleader and the shameless plugs for my own selfless self on the web, we bring you a new and never seen before anywhere tribute to yet another myspace introduction (not that the bandit or the other wonders i�ve found there are being usurped, or anything� just giving the kudos where they strike the right chords, maybe even straighten your noodle)� just look:

kaelah beauregarde.'s Blurbs

About me:
i have the heart of a lion,
but it beats like a hummingbird.

exhibit a:
i enjoy hot tea and i'd rather do everything barefoot.
i am the girl you see working out at the gym in the motley
crue t-shirt. i spend my lunch hours surrounded by people,
who apologize for every touch, so today i hugged a stranger
and a thousand lonely people rioted.

(alternate) exhibit a:
i may still not know what i want to be when i grow
up, but i do know that someday i want to live in a house
filled with my books and travel souvenirs. and the walls
that aren�t covered in bookshelves will be covered with
photos of my family and friends. when i leave the house
i will be going to a job i love, and i�ll return to a
person i love. so, that�s the dream i�m working on.

omigosh, that was my house when i had a house (and as long time readers know too well, something like 20,000 books and almost as many magazines and more than 10,000 musical recordings and so many photographs and toys and games and souvenirs and more are in storage north of niagara falls {slowly i turn} and flashback and flash flood and flash forward and slow down and hold your horses and woah nelly, what a wonderfully sensitive button to have pushed... but i am digressing {and distracting}, so pardon the interruption and we continue now with the myspace introduction already in progress)...

exhibit b:
i like to sit at my bedroom window and watch the birds
fly dangerously close to the thin plate of glass that
separates us. i watch them swoop and soar, calling upon
their birdy friends. i like to watch the treetops cave-in
to the wind and bend like rubber only to rebound joyfully.
i like to watch the constant traffic lining the interstate
at 5pm and the solitary flag that sits upon the hill miles
from my bedroom window. it's pointless and brainless
to assume that a change in my window's view will change
my perspective, right?

exhibit c:
1:09 in the morning, drinking coffee, listening to ambient
music, reminiscing on the day spent with a beautiful
friend, thinking of ex-lovers, wishing I had one in my
bed, I am singing along, wishing I had written this song,
I will try to write one in a few hours, maybe I will tap
dance in my new cowboy boots in the kitchen, I would rather
peel myself away from this computer and do something that
no one else has ever done before, where is my mind?

none of this really matters.
i wish i had a tree to climb.

Who I'd like to meet:

i want to surround myself with beautiful people.
not beautiful in body, but beautiful in soul.

and then she comes right out and promises to make you so alive that the fall of dust on furniture will deafen you so i ask you, have we found another wonder of words?... but it�s her friend Ashley who stirs my deeper laughter (you remember laughter, dontcha?) and draws me into her modest mouse eyes (i am so easy) as she is one of the beautiful people fulfilling the who i�d like to meet desire expressed above (and fickle, i am so fickle, obviously, or am i deliberately teasing, or mocking myself by proving the meaninglessness of internet fantasies and how to undermine them by exposing too much and telling... secret?... what secret?... oooo, look at that pretty butterfly)...

distractions r us, as if we can really deny that all humans have some form or measure of add or adhd most of the time... this free associative babbling, in case this is your first time here and don't know this, is my way of balancing the intense concentration required for my multi-tasking day job as i fight for truth, justice, and a better way... meanwhile, the real heroine (oh, could she be my heroin?... i'd have to inject her to be sure, but until then, i wrote a little something that is the tease beginning of a song that i shall share with you know)... demi, sing this one softly one night, forever�

maybe tomorrow :)

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