hey, blogging world. what’s up? so today i was driving with my friends to lunch and we put on the radio. some new song by usher came on. everyone in the car started singing along. except me. i was the silent one in the backseat with iPod headphones in my ear, listening to Flyleaf. i’m not much of a fan of hip-hop and rap. yeah, it can be fun to listen to and i love to dance to it, but that’s it. i mean, where’s the feeling? it’s so irritating that every single new song is all about sex and dancing and people being in love with their new car….blah blah blah. they don’t mean anything, you know? i know girls who listen to nothing but pop and rap and hip-hop and all they like to do with they’re time is shop, gossip, go to starbucks and they’re deepest conversation is based around Teen People. sure, all that stuff is fun, but what about the important things? like school and family and the presidential campaign and world hunger?! i’m also fortunate enough to know boys who listen to nothing but this stuff. and they’re the sex-crazed stoner jocks. shallow, vain, and self-absorbed. enough is enough!

now, don’t get me wrong. i’m sure not all people who listen to music with no meaning are caffeine-addicted, football-throwing airheads. just the ones i know. when i think of music, i think of edgy beats and lyrics that mean something to someone and can make even the most shattered hearts smile with one line. music was made for us to listen to. to make us feel like someone is listening. to make us feel like someone cares. not to hear about spoiled blonde ditzes getting drunk in a club. so next time you’re on itunes, skip over today’s top ten songs and head on over to the alternative section. or country. or rock. or, if you’re really daring, just go right to metal. just give it a listen. all it takes is one line in a song.

until good music takes over the radio,

Mac.

so, what’s blogging all about? asking for advice? pouring your heart out? just talking about music or world news? yes. blogging is all of these things. and that’s why i’m here. i’m just a girl, and sometimes i need advice. sometimes i want to pour my heart out. and some times i just want to talk. i’m not going to tell you my name. you can just call me Mac. simple, right? you’ll grow to love it. i don’t think you need to know my whole life story. not yet, at least. i will tell you a little about me, though. i love to write. i’m a writer. i wish more than anything i had musical talent because music is my passion. unfortunately, all i can do is listen to it. my favorite band is Fall Out Boy. now, it’s okay if you don’t like them. a lot of people don’t. just please don’t tell me how “gay” they are or that “they’re ruining music”. i respect your opinion, but if this is your opinion, i don’t want to hear it.

let’s see, what else is there to know about me? i love dogs for more reasons than i can fit in one post. i guess i’m pretty normal, although i try my hardest not to be. i want to be different. i want to stand out. but sometimes it’s hard. everything is hard, have you noticed? not one thing in this world is a simple process anymore. yeah, it’s important and safe, but sometimes it would just be better if i could simply walk into a store and exchange a blue tank top for a black one without having to give out my address, email, and phone number. welcome to the twenty-first century.

i make a lot of mistakes. by a lot, i mean i make more mistakes in one week than most people do in a lifetime. i guess it’s sort of a hobby. i always thought of myself as a good friend. i try my absolute hardest to do everything a good friend should. but that always seems to get me into more trouble. i have horrible luck in relationships. actually, i think i have horrible luck in everything. but relationships especially. those are some stories that i will gladly share later on. but not right now. i’m everything. i’m up and down. left and right. miserable and happy. strong and weak. pretty and ugly. you get it right? but the one thing i’m absolutely sure of is that i’m broken. i’m not yet beyond repair, but lately it seems i’m hanging on by a thread. why? for a lot of reasons. but, like i said before, we’ll get into those stories later.

so, this is me. i’m blogging because i need someone to talk to. and who better to talk to than people who don’t know me? i’m here for those of you who want to listen. and if you don’t want to listen, i’m still going to keep writing. because that’s what broken people do.

until tomorrow,

Mac.