Christina Perri is gorgeous, among other things.

Yes, I am addicted to "Jar of Hearts."

I feel like I've gotten on this train a little late, especially since it seems as though the quote "you're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul" has been floating around forever. u.u But I guess it needs to be said that I catch up on trends a little late; I'm one of those pop culture inept people that would, let's say...wear bell-bottoms in the 80's. (Heck, I'd wear bell-bottoms now.)

But other than "Jar of Hearts," I haven't really listened to anything else by Christina Perri. In fact, the only reason I listened to the song to begin with was because a friend and fellow band member of mine wanted us to cover it. So here we are, with a cover as a work in progress.

Now let me make a random observation: I swear to god that I thought the frog croaking outside my window was really someone screaming. I had to listen to it about three times before I could discern the origin of the noise, and whether or not to get out my handy non-firearm self-defense weapon.

Working on a new song! 8D
It's called Unique, and is written as a song of guidance to those who are in the early teenage years and are struggling with self-image and identity. I know that when I was 12 - 13, it was a hard fight to determine who I was. But when I reached high school, I was so busy trying to keep my grades up and my social life balance that I stopped worrying about my image--therefore, my true self began to shine, and I became unique.

The song idea was spawned at a point in time in life when I felt like a total bitch (yes, this point in time was three days ago) and was having a problem understanding why some of my friends who were three years my junior. I didn't understand why they were trying to put so much effort into being "unique" when all it did was make them fit the stereotypes they whined about hating. It took me most of the day to make the connection that, when I was there age, I did the same thing; now I've changed drastically. I know that I can't tell them that they won't be the same person in three years that they are now, but I can at least write a song about it. If it never gets sung off the page, at least it'll still exist as a letter to remind them that the moment they're in won't be the rest of their lives.

This is all.
Peace out!