I Would

So since One Direction's new album came out I of course need to blog about my favorite song off said new album. So here it is. :D 

I Would

Lately I've found myself thinking

Been dreaming about you a lot

And up in my head I'm your boyfriend

But that's one thing you've already got

He drives to school every morning

While I walk alone in the rain

He'd kill me without any warning

If he took a look in my brain

Would he's say he's in L-O-V-E?

Well if it was me then I would, I would

Would he hold when you're feeling low?

Baby, you should know that I would, I would

Would he's say he's in L-O-V-E?

Well if it was me then I would, I would

Would he hold when you're feeling low?

Baby, you should know that I would, I would

Back in my head we were kissing

I thought things were going alright

With a sign on my back saying "Kick Me"

Reality ruined my life

It feels like I'm constantly playing

A game that I'm destined to lose

Cuz I can't compete with your boyfriend

He's got 27 tattoos

Would he's say he's in L-O-V-E?

Well if it was me then I would, I would

Would he hold when you're feeling low?

Baby, you should know that I would, I would

Would he's say he's in L-O-V-E?

Well if it was me then I would, I would

Would he hold when you're feeling low?

Baby, you should know that I would, I would

Would he please you?

Would he kiss you?

We he treat you like I would?

We he touch you?

Would he need you?

Would he love you like I would?

Would he's say he's in L-O-V-E?

Well if it was me then I would

Would he hold when you're feeling low?

Baby, you should know that I would

Would he please you?

Would he kiss you?

We he treat you like I would?

We he touch you?

Would he need you?

Would he love you like I would?

Would he's say he's in L-O-V-E?

Well if it was me then I would, I would

Would he hold when you're feeling low?

Baby, you should know that I would, I would

All These Little Things

....that annoy me.

So One Direction's new album Take Me Home came out today in the US and I have, dare I say it, a problem.

I just started listening to their album this morning when I got it and for the most part I love it. I mean, a lot. I really think their sound is incredible and they even gave Niall and Louis more chances to sing. Gasp! But there is one thing that bothers me and that's their song "Little Things"

I think it sounds beautiful, their voices are angelic and they are beyond beautiful singing in the music video (I really like the fact that they have the video take place in the studio. You don't see that too often these days) And I love a good slow jam just as much as the next person who loves a good slow jam. But what annoys me is the lyrics.

Basically the song is about all the "little things" that their girlfriend doesn't like about herself (her entire body pretty much and everything that goes along with it) and of course it happens to be those "little things" that are, in fact, the reasons why the boys (meaning One Direction as separate people) are in love with her. It just gets me thinking about the idea that men have to constantly reassure women of their appeal otherwise they will only feel bad about themselves. We live in a society where women are looked down upon if they do not live up the perfect ideal of beauty, which is in fact UNATTAINABLE (just in case you were wondering). It just annoys me that these things that the girl hates about herself are the things that the boy loves and then suddenly that makes it okay for her to love herself. I think this song would have made better sense or sent a better message if the "little things" he loved about her were her personality or something that makes the relationship really worth while.

I don't know. Maybe I'm becoming a feminist. And maybe that's okay.

But that's my rant for the day. Don't let this deter you from buying their amazing album which you should really do. :D Just do it.

Here's the music video and the lyrics. Do with them what you may. :D

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
but bear this mind it was meant to be
and I'm lining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
and it all makes sense to me

  I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile,
you've never loved your stomach or your thighs
the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly

I won't let this little things slip out of my mouth
But if i do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you and all these little things

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
and all those conversations are the secrets that i keep
though it makes no sense to me

  I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
you never want to know how much you weigh
you still have to squeeze into your jeans
but you're perfect to me

  I won't let this little things slips out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you, it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you and all these little things

you never love yourself half as much as i love you
you'll never treat yourself right darling but i want you to
if i let you know, I'm here for you
maybe you'll love yourself like i love you oh

I've just let these little things slips out of my mouth
because it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to
and I'm in love with you (all these little things)
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
but if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to
I'm in love with you, and all your little things.

It's A Problem

You know what the worst thing about being a senior in college and about to graduate is?

How freaking adorable the freshman boys are and how their piercing blueish eyes make you want to be a cradle robber.

Seriously....how is that kid even born? He's perfect. Geez.

He is soooooooooo cute. Soooooo damn cute.

I just can't even....

Sigh.....

Sugar Free Caramel

So my Gender and Women's Studies 445 professor asked us to do presentations and they could range from personal stories about our bodies to a cultural artifact that relates to things we've learned in class. I wrote a poem about myself and at the request of my persistent blonde roommate, I decided to post it here.

Hope you enjoy. 

~Sugar Free Caramel~

By Katie Hands

My father is black and my mother is white

That makes me dark but it also makes me light

I change like the seasons, getting colder and getting warmer

Does that mean I am my father in the summer and my mother in the winter?

People try to identify me

While I struggle to identify myself

My parents see color and so do I

I see it in plain sight while others pretend it doesn't exist

They tell me they are blind to color

And I almost feel sorry for them

A world without color must literally be dull

I see my two families and the colors they bring to the table

One family is in the dark while one family is in the light

Although under closer inspection we look relatively the same

It's said that the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters

That we all have light and dark inside of us

Does it matter if mine is seen on the outside too?

Color almost exists in a world of it's own

Where "white" dabbles in polygamy

Married to privilege, access and opportunity

While "black" stays monogamous

Settling down beside prejudice
Ironically society frowns upon the former lifestyle choice

If culture sees my mother as light and radiant

They does it see my father as dark and sinister?

Are they a non theatrical version of Beauty and the Beast?

But then what does that make me?

Am I Glinda the Good Witch when it's 40 degrees

And the Wicked Witch when it's 70?

If I were forced to choose a side

I don't think I could

I can't simply pick a white tree out of a black forest

Or a speck of black sand scattered on a white beach

 Besides, I don't think it would be fair

To choose one over the other

You combine black with white paint and you end up with grey

But the mirror shows me I am not grey

But a simple reflection

A reflection of what society deems safe and what it deems deviant

A reflection of my mother and of my father

Of their bravery, care and love

I am not grey but a reflection

A reflection of myself

My shadow roams free in the sun but it hides in the shade

There is golden hair under the sun and dark hair in the cover of night

I see my father's curls and my mother's ears

My mother's hands and my father's eyes

I am not grey but the offspring

Of opposite ends of the spectrum

I am my mother and I am my father

Thanks to them I can see me

Life's a Bitch

Life is really unfair sometimes. I mean seriously. We all know that nobody likes a tease and yet life is just here to tease us. Dangle the things we want most in our faces and then take them away. I mean what's that about? Are we just supposed to take that lying down? I don't think so. But what can we do really? Nothing. There is absolutely nothing we can do when things are shoved in our faces to only remind us how unattainable they really are.

Things like this:

Or like this:

or this:

and this:

or them:

and this dude:

and this for crying out loud:

and above all, this:

Life really is unfair. So unfair. I guess these things exist in order for us to strive to bigger and better things. Or maybe they're here just to taunt us sexually frustrated people. Lolz.

Singing Our Hearts Out

I love when artists come out with new albums. It always makes me feel so giddy inside. So as of last week, The Script came out with their third album called #3.

It's beautiful of course and there is some serious rapping in this album that I love. This album has been on repeat all weekend.

The album track list goes as such. If you check them out I think you'll find some lovely gems that are worth repeating for days. :D

1. Good Ol' Days
2. Six Degrees of Separation
3. Hall of Fame feat. Will.I.Am (The music video for this is out now!)
4. If You Could See Me Now
5. Glowing
6. Give the Love Around
7. Broken Arrow
8. Kaleidoscope
9. No Words
10. Millionaires

My favorite song off the album is Millionaires.

So here it is. Enjoy. :D

Millionaires

They're kicking us out

Sayin it's time to close

We're leaning on each other

Trying to beat the cold

We carry our shoes

And I give you  my coat

We're walking these streets

Like they're paved with gold

Any old excuse is not to go

Neither one of us wanna take that taxi home

Singing our hearts out

Standing on chairs

Spending our time like we were millionaires

Laughing our heads off

The two of us there

Spending our time like we were millionaires

Lost my heart

And I hope to die

Seeing that sunlight hit your eyes

Been up all night

But you still look amazing to me

We had the type of night 

You only dream about

If God came down

He could take me now

Cuz in my mind we will always be

Singing our heats out

Standing on chairs

Spending our time like we were millionaires

Laughing our heads off

The two of us there

Spending our time like we were millionaires

Look at us it's 6 in the morning

If time was money then we'd be worth a fortune

I swear you ain't think you're rich

You can have a million euro but you can't buy this

Look at us it's 6 in the morning

If time was money then we'd be worth a fortune

I swear you ain't think you're rich

You can have a million euro but you can't buy this

 

And the band was loud

Playing our song

We messed up the lyrics as we sang along

But we didn't care

Cuz it felt like we were the only ones there

OUr feet were sore

Our throats were raw

They're turning off the lights

But we're shouting on

We're shouting on

 

Singing our heats out

Standing on chairs

Spending our time like we were millionaires

Laughing our heads off

The two of us there

Spending our time like we were millionaires

Look at us it's 6 in the morning

If time was money then we'd be worth a fortune

I swear you ain't think you're rich

You can have a million euro but you can't buy this

Look at us it's 6 in the morning

If time was money then we'd be worth a fortune

I swear you ain't think you're rich

You can have a million euro but you can't buy this

 

We're walking these streets

Like they're paved with gold

Any old excuse is not to go

Neither one of us wants to take that taxi home

We're Not a Sad Story

So I saw The Perks of Being a Wallflower yesterday I just have to say that I cried my eyes out. I cry every time I read the book but seeing all of it on screen really set the water works going. Even just listening to the epilogue from that video below makes me cry. Everything was just so perfect. That was the most beautiful and moving film I have seen in a really long time. It effected me right down to the core. It still effects me and I want to go and watch a thousand times over.

It's nice to know that we all go through stuff, we might not go through the same things that Charlie or Sam or Patrick go through but we all go through stuff and we are not alone. There will always be someone in this world who will listen and understand. You're not a sad story. You're a person...a person who learns to survive because you know that there are people out there looking out for you. People who love you; who don't want you to disappear.

There are people out there who will make you feel infinite.

Charlie's Last Letter

I don’t know if I will have the time to write any more letters because I might be too busy trying to participate.

So, if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about or know someone whose gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say these things don’t happen and there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17.

I know these will all be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs, and we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it: this one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder.

And you’re listening to that song on the drive with that people that you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear we are infinite.