SoulLifeStylePunkRockStuffGirl

Tonight, I can only think (therefore, write) in song lyrics. So, here goes... I'm not okay. I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. I want to swim away, but don't know how. Please, please, please let me get what I want. Okay, that was exhausting. It was a fun idea, but as soon as I got started, all the funny shit in my brain disappeared. Curse my enemies forever! I have no skills, well, none that are particularly marketable. I have some decent personal style, I'm kind of funny sometimes, I have a reasonable grasp of my native tongue (English, learned in mid-western and south-western US states), and I love music. Punk, funk, metal, emo, Taylor Swift (she's her own genre), jazz, EDM, fuckin HIP HOP, and just about everything else. I know my 3.6 followers will assume the next words they read are going to be..."except country." Well, you three and two-thirds (I don't math) people are wrong. I love Johnny Cash, and Kaw-Liga/Wooooooo! I like to listen to sounds that my brain enjoys, regardless of the category. Its pure coincidence that banjo, mandolin, and fiddle sounds trigger the nerves inside my brain that tend to go haywire and make my body drop seize. Also, harmoinicas can go fuck themselves. All my life, I've felt like I was supposed to be doing something important, but I forgot what it was. I'm continuously searching for the answer to the age-old question, "Why am I here?" I am pretty sure I'm supposed to be good at doing something . In high school, I planned to be a dancer for the rest of my life. In college, I changed my major 7 times, before giving up-with 6 classes left, mind you. But, alas, babies happen. Anyway, I, for reals, can't list all the different jobs-CAREERS-I've started. I have never truly found my thing. I know FOR SURE what I don't want to do for the rest of my life. I'm awesome at figuring out what I don't want. The part of me that's uniquely me, and the thing that makes me happy, or at least content, and the thing about myself that I have actual confidence about is style. Style related to fashion. Style related to life. Style related to soul. So, welcome to my fifth attempt at blogging-my SoulLifeStyle blog-Punk Rock Stuff Girl. I have all kinds of opinions about shit, and I can't wait to talk about them. I shall spew forth my bullshit thoughts about stuff and I hope somebody reads this, giggles a little, gets my vibe, and somehow that magic combination will make me bazillions of dollars-just like Pinterest said it will. That is all. P E A C E