My Mind Works in Mysterious Ways

You know that saying, "God works in mysterious ways."?
Before I get into story time, I would just like to point out that you could say this about pretty much anything.
For example, My toothbrush works in mysterious ways, My car works in mysterious ways, and my personal favorite, My hair works in mysterious ways.Try it! It's pretty fun!
Well, I thought it was entertaining...then again, my mind does work in mysterious ways.

Now, as a mature 19-year-old, I thought that I would have my noggin pretty much figured out.
I thought that my brain was pretty simple. Even ordinary, at times! Nothing exciting going on up there!
And then it does weird things like...forget.
And not just any forgetting, simple forgets. Meaning, forgetting simple things.

I drew you a lovely diagram of my work(accompanied with a legend):
Let me explain.
I'm standing where my 'x' is, looking around to see what I need from the fridge.
I discover I need bacon! So I think to myself, I'm going to walk back to the fridge, and get bacon!

I try and focus on what I need to get in the fridge, but the walk is long and my not-so-simple grapefruit gets distracted. I usually forget completely at the second brown arrow, but continue walking to the fridge anyway. Because I know that the fridge is my destination.

And then I go back to my spot, like the thought of bacon never crossed my mind.

Until 20 bacon eaters come in all at once demanding bacon.

You all know how bacon lovers are...
And you see, suddenly my brain becomes complicated, kind of like the butterfly effect.
I forget something, and that leads to a mob.
If this didn't make any sense to you...well, I told you so.
My brain works in mysterious ways.

Thanks for reading, I love you all!

And the music plays on...

Can you recall the first time you became interested in music?
When you listened to that song, and then you were like, "What is this sweet sound that doth touch my listening holes?"
Maybe it wasn't like that for you, but it was-- okay, it wasn't EXACTLY like that for me either, but what's life without a little exaggeration?
I remember it like it was just yesterday....
Story time! I know you were all looking forward to this, you guys are the best!

As a child(ages 0-11), I didn't really listen to the radio or music that I picked out. For example, I just listened to whatever the driver put on.
Mom driving: John Denver, Elton John, Rush Limbaugh.
Candida driving: Dido, Gilmore Girls Soundtrack, and Beauty and the Beast soundtrack.
Cameron driving: Maroon 5, N*Sync, Avril Lavigne, sometimes Backstreet Boys, Aaron Carter, and whatever 107.9 THE END played back in the early 2K's.
I didn't really care for music at that time. I was more concerned with...Pokemon cards, I think.

BUT ONE DAY:
I think it was before I started Middle School at Mills as a 7th grader, but I decided to clean the kitchen. Without out being asked. For the first time. Nobody was home.
Naturally, I did what I saw my older sister do when they cleaned. They put in a CD in the CD player, and then you are suddenly in a musical.
I pulled out Cameron's CD case, and the search began! What to listen to...so many choices, so little time.......Yellowcard? What is this? I put the Yellowcard Ocean Avenue album in the CD player.
Clicked play aaaand...BOOM.

I had discovered that I like...music.
It suddenly became my music.
I just about cried. It sounded so beautiful. It was an indescribable feeling.
It understood me.

Of course, as a pre-teen/early teen no one understood me(except Simple Plan, Three Days Grace, and Green Day), boo hoo.

After this incident I, for some reason, did this reasoning in my own little developing brain:
I like Yellowcard = therefore, I only like rock = all other genres are ugly sounding = I must be a rocker!! 
I didn't give any other genre a chance. Also, black overtook my wardrobe. My Mom just loved that.

As for my happy ending, in my later teen years (15-ish), I became more opened minded about the music I listened to(and the clothes I wore).

If you were to open my CD case today, you would find: Simon and Garfunkel, Johnny Cash, Katy Perry, N*Sync, Lady Gaga, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, FUN., etc etc etc.

The title of this post, And the music plays on..., is a line from the song Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Iron Maiden(random fact, the original song is 13 minutes long). I am not a huge fan of Iron Maiden AT ALL, but an itty bitty teeny weeny part of me can't help but like a little of the crazy guitar rock music. I can't even understand the words...but I do like that line.

And the music plays on...

What is you music discovery story?

Thanks for reading, you're all awesome(:

Glitterally.

Throughout my life I have been pretty much anti-sparkles OR glitter.
And for good reasons!
I absolutely cannot stand sparkles getting stuck on me! The get in your creases. They get everywhere! I loath them. They stick to you like there is no tomorrow.
But within the last two years or so, I've become tolerant. Mainly because I love shiny things, okay?

So when I want to buy an article of clothing that is glittery/sparkly, I do the test.
Which consists of me rubbing my hands against the clothing, and if any sparkle(even one single shiny glitter speck) is left over on my hands, I run.

BUT! If there is nothing, then I welcome it to my closet with open arms(:

My TOMS, for example, have been chosen and accepted! I love these shoes.
They passed the test, and add a little glam to your outfit!

SO before you go buying me sparkly things, do the Glitterally Test. Because the glitter literally sticks!

I guess, in a way, this section of my life I can relate to the book, Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Suess.
Here is my version:
I did not like sparkles and glitter!
I did not like them, I felt bitter!

The way they stuck on my face,
in my creases, an awkward place.

Armpits, legpits, elbowpits, galore!
They continued to irritate me more and more!

Never ending, I thought they were
Until I discovered a new shiny shirt.

I touched and I rubbed it
And there the glitter stayed
I thought to myself,
You must come home to my place!

I should write children books.

My name is Sabrina, and I decided to start a blog.
I have no idea what I'm doing...or how to do this.
But I'll start with a story, because everyone loves stories!

So there I was, trying to figure out how to create a blog, and they asked me for a 'Blog Address'.
I could NOT think of anything. I started looking around my apartment, trying to find something.
I looked down at my crossed legs, and saw that I had only one sock on. Where's my other sock? Creative, I know.
Calzino is Italian for sock, just so you know. Wheresmyothersock web address was already taken.