christina ♥

so i realized almost all of my stuff is private so it looks like i never go on this, to people who look at it. but i do i really do. usually i just use this like a diary instead of like a blog or anything like that. so that's why i do that.

 I don't go to church on Easter or anything. We don't have a big dinner. We have no traditions. Or anything like that. But Happy Easter!
:)

 Is so funny! It's called "We Made You". And it aired on MTV on Tuesday. It makes fun of Bret Michaels, Kim Kardashian, Lindsay Lohan and other people. It's classic Eminem if you like him :] Ch- ch -ch eck it out! 

I think this is one of the sweetest songs ever; it's hard to understand at first. Cause that's just Owl City's way.
But if you read it like 3 times, you'll understand : )


High rise, veins of the avenue
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you
Street lights glisten on the boulevard
And cold nights make staying alert so hard
For heaven's sake, keep me awake so I won't be caught off guard
Clearly I am a passerby but I'll find a place to stay
Dear pacific day, won't you take me away? 
Small town hearts of the New Year
Brought down by gravity, crystal clear
City fog and brave dialogue converge on the frontier
Make haste, I feel your heartbeat
With new taste for speed, out on the street
Find a road to a humble abode where both of our routes meet
The silver sound is all around and the colors fall like snow
The feeling of letting go, I guess we'll never know

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone

Your nerves gather with the altitude
Exhale the stress so you don't come unglued
Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood
Wide eyed, panic on the getaway
The high tide could take me so far away
VCR's and motorcars unite on the Seventh Day
A popular gauge will measure the rage of the new Post-Modern Age
Cuz somewhere along the line all the decades align

We were the crashing whitecaps
On the ocean
And what lovely seaside holiday, away
A palm tree in Christmas lights
My emotion
Struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone
As we spent the day alone