pop news (in case you missed it)

demi lovato is my latest instant fav singer cuz i feel her voice in all sorts of wonderful and hard to reach places inside… i sense major talent, so hopefully she will nurture herself and be nurtured and not be sucked dry before she fully develops like most of the artists in this world these days… just remember (or don’t forget) i said it, she’s got amazing talent, a rocker with emo, fragile tough, and she’s goofy too, which can make her quite the superstar and artist, and there are so few of those around these days… these days… so many songs come to mind…

what’s on your mind’s eye, aye?... popping any weasels lately?... you have been missing my daily reality check along with everybody else, but that;s ok, it’ll be there when you get there and you can catch up if you wanna… and well, this is now, after the musical plug for my latest instant fav and the shameless plugs for my own selfless self, a tribute to yet another myspace introduction (not that the bandit or the other wonders i’ve found there are being usurped, or anything… just giving the kudos where they strike the right chords)… just look:

kaelah beauregarde.'s Blurbs

About me:
i have the heart of a lion,
but it beats like a hummingbird.

exhibit a:
i enjoy hot tea and i'd rather do everything barefoot.
i am the girl you see working out at the gym in the motley
crue t-shirt. i spend my lunch hours surrounded by people,
who apologize for every touch, so today i hugged a stranger
and a thousand lonely people rioted.

exhibit b:
i like to sit at my bedroom window and watch the birds
fly dangerously close to the thin plate of glass that
separates us. i watch them swoop and soar, calling upon
their birdy friends. i like to watch the treetops cave-in
to the wind and bend like rubber only to rebound joyfully.
i like to watch the constant traffic lining the interstate
at 5pm and the solitary flag that sits upon the hill miles
from my bedroom window. it's pointless and brainless
to assume that a change in my window's view will change
my perspective, right?

exhibit c:
1:09 in the morning, drinking coffee, listening to ambient
music, reminiscing on the day spent with a beautiful
friend, thinking of ex-lovers, wishing I had one in my
bed, I am singing along, wishing I had written this song,
I will try to write one in a few hours, maybe I will tap
dance in my new cowboy boots in the kitchen, I would rather
peel myself away from this computer and do something that
no one else has ever done before, where is my mind?

none of this really matters.
i wish i had a tree to climb.

Who I'd like to meet:

i want to surround myself with beautiful people.
not beautiful in body, but beautiful in soul.

and then she promises to make you so alive that the fall of dust on furniture will deafen you so i ask you, have we found another wonder of words?... but it’s her friend Ashley who stirs my deeper laughter (you remember laughter, dontcha?) and draws me into her modest mouse eyes as she is one of the beautiful people fulfilling the who i’d like to meet desire expressed above... and demi, sing this one softly one night, forever...

something so amazing
i don’t even have the words
to describe you
to try would be absurd
there is no reaching
how splendiferous you are
and i can find you
by following the star
that i wished on every night
after i turned out the light
every dream i had came true
when i found you

how silently screaming for more, aye? :)

well, you could always check to see if it expanded behind the candoor (clever little devil, ain't he? :)