Fugitive Firefly

Running away with the last bit of hope

Bloggerstock: What is your theme song?

Bloggerstock was formed by a small group of bloggers who connected on 20SB. Participants are given a single topic to write about and post on another's blog. The blogs are linked together, essentially forming a blog-ring of related posts.

About our guest blogger, Ella Unread: "Pedestrian between teen years and adulthood... Terribly random and never afraid of showing the way I feel... Willing to be considered the modern Joseph Conrad one day. Not an easy goal, I must admit."

What is your theme song?

I'd have to go and check my iPod in order to answer that question, but first you should know I am one of those freaks that only have like 300 songs...why, you'd ask, if you have so much space? Well, the fact that I have more space left doesn't mean I want to fill it, you packrats!

I don't have a song. There. I said it.
 I beat around the bush because I really don't have a particular song that would be mine, that, except for a song that was written for me...I guess that would be my theme song, literally. But let's not get into those dark waters...

I like different songs on different days, though I am always listening to the same playlist over and over again, till I can't stand Basket Case anymore, that's how creepy I am.

There is a song, however, that reminds me of a hard time in my life i.e. last year, it was one of the best years of my life, but I needed some musical therapy in order to put up with it. That's when The All American Rejects came to save me. (I am saying this with all the pain I can find, for I am a Blink 182 + Green Day fan and I should stab myself and practice a harakiri as you read this for being such a traitor).

Anyway, this song lifted me up when I truly though I had run out of strength.

It's so cheesy but effective that it reminds me of myself listening to it, walking at night, trying to pretend everything was OK, trying to hold on...I can still feel the Summer heat become Autumn's breeze through my hair...I can still remember the chills of the end of Autumn and packing my belongings...I remember holding on to the small things and I see myself now... I moved along.

Want to know what my theme song is? Check it out at Just The Ashes.

Lessons from an all-nighter

Birds start chirping at 3:30AM. Yup. It's true. Those little son-of-a-guns made the night feel that much longer.

More people are on Facebook between 1:00 and 3:00AM. Really? I mean, really? Well now I feel incredibly lame for always being in bed by one o'clock.

If I were to take a taxi from my place to my aunt's, it would cost about thirty bucks.

The site from which I got the above information also gave me three wrong numbers for taxi cab companies.

Abdominal swelling could be a sign of many things including pregnancy, gallbladder disease, hernia, food allergies, gas, as well as about 500 other possibilities.

There are no 24-hour clinics in this city. If I were an animal, that would be a different story. Three 24-hour animal clinics and none for humans... am I the only one who sees something wrong with this?

Pizza fries are a terrible idea. Though I am not one hundred percent sure, there is a good chance that this is what kept me up all night. Next time I go out for half-price, I'm buying dessert.

I hate to say "I told you so."

Actually, few things are more enjoyable than saying "I told you so" to a wrong individual. This time, however, I'm not too happy that I am right. That my prediction is coming true.

One lazy afternoon a couple years ago, Hannah Montana was on my aunt's TV. I was 19 at the time and wishing that she would stop turning it to Disney Channel every time I walked into the room. But she did (in fact, she still does) and I ended up watching 30 minutes of Miley dragging her friends into trouble as she struggled to maintain her secret identity. At some point during the episode, I had concluded that she would soon ditch the Disneyfied sweet-girl act and for a more mature look. And by "mature" I mean promiscuous. Or, as some would say, Britney-esque.

It seems as though that day has come for Miley. If you haven't seen it yet, here is her new music video.

Sort of says "Eff you, Disney" doesn't it? Welcome, Miley, to the ranks of Britney Spears.  Although... the worse that Britney did at your age was bare her midriff. It took Miss Spears 2-3 years before she reached your maturity level, Miley.

Anyway, what are your thoughts on Miley's new single/video?