Thursday, August 18, 2011


I loved this blog, but really I have a tumblr now that I use to be honest with myself. If you want some honest words, check out or my passion,

To Be Filled In Later is officially laid to rest.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Here I sit, again. Once again another curve ball and another decision to make. I've never felt like more of an adult, but then at the same time, I've never felt like more of a child. Life hit hard in May, and now we are half way through July and I have a decision to make. Do I move in September, or in January? This should be such a simple question, but like everything, there is way more complication that I wish.

January makes sense for many reasons. In January I could transfer with a stable job, maybe even in a higher position. By January there would be a lot of time spend with my family, helping my mom cope with the current situations, and spend time with my little brother.

In reality, my family is amazing and I know they can do it all on their own. In even more reality, my mother is pushing me to move. She says my life shouldn't stop because of the recent events, and I hate how much my heart agrees.

I want a new city to learn the streets of. New shops and forests to get lost in. I've been looking up things in Portland, Oregon all day long. A bookshop that covers three blocks. Coffee shops that are open 24 hours. Vintage shopping and farmers markets. Constant music, constant shows. I want the adventure that I feel I can find here. I want something new.

I turn twenty in a month and my life can't stop. And if it's not completely Portland, it will be Vancouver, all while living in Camas. Then eventually it will be Seattle. This feels selfish, but at the same time my mom is right, this can't cause my life to stop.


Thursday, June 9, 2011

Silently I'm angry. Silently I'm furious. Silently I give up on a god, but I don't really mean that. Silently I really want to give up on a god.

I want to yell and I want to scream. I want it to be me. I know the bad is over, and I should be so thankful that he's alive, and I am, but I'm still angry. I still can't find any reason for this, and I know I never will. I know I shouldn't turn a blog to let these things out, but my fingers are tired from attempting to not fail this semester and a keyboard is the only thing that is making sense.

He will go through life differently now. He hurt his head, and we don't know if that will heal. Shell shock.

I wish screaming 'fuck you' to whatever is up in the Heavens would save my problems, would heal him in a second, because it's how I feel. He did nothing to deserve this. Nothing to get his life stopped. Nothing to make his life harder. His life has been hard enough. It's just so unfair. So fucking unfair.

This is pointless. This won't change anything.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

or better yet, date a girl who writes

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Rosemarie Urquico

Thursday, May 19, 2011

a list of letters

- you've disappointed me more than any friend in a long while. i expected more, like i always do, but i should have listened. i never listen. you don't care about the friendship. all that matters to you are surface problems that really don't matter in the long run. you think you're so wild, so mature, but really you have a lot to learn. you care more about what you could say, rather than what you say. when i reached out to you, you ignored my plea. once again life has showed me that i cannot put important titles on anything because that ruins everything. turns out junior year version of me was right. the only think i have to thank you for is showing me what i should have remembered.

- and here we are, yet another disappointment. i never regret that you're not in our life, and just because one of us cannot speak yet, does not mean you can pretend as though you've always been here. what is it with everyone pretending to make their own selfish egos seem important? you aren't, any of you. it's just like the situation where someone passes away and people who hated them like to pretend like they were best friends with them. why try to fool yourself while simply making yourself look like a fool? you're not wanted, you never have been, and after this, i promise that you won't be.

- to you, thank you for being my genuine friend even when we go without speaking for weeks. thank you for putting sense to random texts that i send you when i feel as though i'm over emotional. thank you for genuinely caring about someone who means so much to me, even though i'm fairly certain you never met him. thank you for just being one of the most wonderful people i know. i've tried to tell you, but i'll probably never get it across like i want to, but just know that your friendship has meant so much to me.

- thank you to everyone who has sent a genuine message, text, comment, right down to the @replies in regards to how my baby brother is doing. the people who honestly cared that he would live through this, cared how my family was doing, and said even if it was the littlest thing that they'd be here for anything. this has caused me to learn so much about people, and every single one of you has meant the world to me and my family.

- and to you, finally, my amazing little brother. our relationship is strange, and we spend way too much time getting on each others nerves, but i love you with everything. i couldn't imagine this world without you in it. you're a strong motherfucker, and i believe that you are invincible. nothing can beat you and you will get through this. i love you with everything, and trust me, i've written more than this little paragraph to you in these past few weeks. i can't express how i feel in words, i'll just have to show you the rest of your lives. i'm so excited to see you grow up and live your life because you deserve to. you weren't taken from us for a reason, bud. you have way to much to offer in this world.

Monday, May 9, 2011

c'est la vie

this was created for real writing, real feelings, and honestly i need to put this somewhere. tumblr doesn't work because then it becomes a cry for attention. i can't write in my journal because my brain is too tired to remember how to use a pen. and as far as vocalizing it goes, i've done enough of that to last me a while. this week has been the longest of my life, and it started last tuesday when my baby brother was hit by a dodge 1500 truck while riding his skateboard.

i'm not here to write about the details of his accident, or even his condition in the hospital. i'm writing about my little brother, P.J. or Jon Italy Black, depending on what you know him by. he's seventeen and a down right pain in my ass. no one in this world has ever irritated me more or made me scream louder, and honestly, what else can you expect from your little brother? but i also never thought that he would be hurt, that he would be laying in a hospital bed not being able to talk to me, that i would ever really have to worry about losing him. the kid is near invincible. i know few who can top his level of bad ass-ness, but many who try. that's something i really love about him, he doesn't try. he's the most honest, real person because he's never thought about not being that way. he's never desired to be anything except what he felt was him, what he wanted. in many ways i'm envious of that, envious of how he can just be. just be him.

not to be cliche, but i also never realized that these incidents, these accidents, these horrible chances of fate make you see peoples true colours. i've had friends ask every day how my brother is, and others not mention a word. people who ask about details about the accident, and people who ask about my baby brother. there may not be much of a difference, but when you're the family, there really is. you see, this past week my younger brother has really fought for his life. in all reality, he has yet to be declared as 'stable'. he's a bad ass who hit the nurse when he was in pain, but whose body couldn't control his own blood pressure. yes, he could squeeze our hands when we were with him, but he can't eat and he definitely couldn't breathe on his own. in all honesty, my family could have lost their baby this week but thankfully due to prayer and good thought, we didn't.

it's not over. he's going have to be a trooper and a punk to get through this. there's a long road of recovery, and plans for my personal future are pushed aside for his recovery. things change, and c'est la vie, we are here.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

capturing lost feelings

i'm sitting here with city and colour in the background with so many words floating through my mind. i'm trying to keep the feeling i felt during 'body in a box' at coachella. i loved coachella, but i don't think it was for the same reason every around me did. i got fucked up, and i enjoyed it, but that wasn't the highlight of it. i loved the music. i loved singing like no one was watching me, let my arms and legs move the way they wanted. i loved screaming when a favorite song came on. truthfully, i could have done the weekend sober and had an equally or maybe even better time.

just give me a good band, a good feeling, and a nice day. i don't need the people. i don't need reassurance. i don't need a fucked up state of mind. i just need a good day. a happy day. why can't that be enough for everyone?

Monday, March 14, 2011

i want to write but have no motivation to really do so. i guess this is all i can really jot down.

- i need to clear my mind mentally
- i need to find my inner happiness
- i need to go to sleep
- i need to be more understanding. less of a flip flop.

Friday, February 11, 2011

things that are fascinating me as of right now

- the study of numerology
- the study of wicca
- my pendulum
- the cosmos
- old souls, new souls, and everything in between
- the things that different religions and beliefs have in common

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

don't make your blog your best friend.

they do say not to make your blog your best friend, and in a few ways i agree. when i comes to business, as in you have your blog connected with your store, then yes, it should be more professional then full of rants...and that's why i have two. i love my inspiration blog, because that is an enormous part of my life.

BUT, i love this one, too. i like knowing that if people want to see a real side, then it's here, too. i've always felt that being yourself is important.

Monday, February 7, 2011

and survey says...

i need something.

i need some inspiration. i need to reignite my passion. i need some adventure. i need people to be more real. i need to drink more water. i need to create something new. i need friends to stop playing games. i need to stop playing games. i need to find some employment. i need to move on from things i let my mind linger on. i need to go back in time and pay those tickets on time. i need some ice cream, preferably cold stone. i need to meet new people. i need to have something fresh in my life. i need to appreciate what i have in my life. i need to learn to paint. i need to write more. i need to use every minute of every day. i need to stop being such a flake. i need to make myself hang out with people. i need to clear my head. i need to go on more drives. i need to stop getting annoyed so easily. i need to grow. i need to grow up. i need to stop caring SO MUCH. i need a lot, but the only way to do this is to act on it.

Friday, February 4, 2011

on a more serious note...

while playing on the computer today i stumbled upon this. it makes me realize how it was a mere chance of luck that i was born in america, to this life. it also makes me realize how little i know about the rest of the world, and how much i plan to educate myself.

i must add that i find it utterly bizarre that there are pictures of dying children, war, and catastrophe next to pictures of paris hilton, michael jackson, and the brittany/madonna kiss. i do not think that they are all of equal importance. the world needs to get their priorities straight.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

what's the point?

i stopped caring and trying a few months ago. funny thing is, this isn't in a negative since at all. i didn't stop caring about people, and i didn't stop trying to live or trying to be happy. i stopped caring about whether people had an idea of who i am or not, and i stopped trying to explain myself on all those wonderful social networking sites that we all seem to be so enthralled with.

truth be told, it was the best decision i've made in a while. it relieves so much stress when it doesn't matter if someone goes to your facebook and has any idea what you're interested in. if your pictures fit their square box image of what you're supposed to be. it's freeing. it's freeing not to care and not to try.

i've still written in my blogs, and yes, i do still use facebook and twitter, but i don't care who stumbles upon them. i don't care if someone from way back in high school finds my facebook and wants to judge every little bit. i don't mind if a stranger stumbles upon it and decides i'm not up to par, or that i'm not interesting. i don't even mind if when that stranger stumbles upon it that they make up a wrong judgement of the type of person i am.

why? because these people don't matter to me or my sanity. all of these billions of people in the world and i honestly don't mind if half of them doubt the kindness of my heart, the point of my intellect, or the interest of my words. what do a few opinions matter in the grand scheme of things?

they don't, and i'm perfectly happy with that knowledge. now, you should be, too.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Etsy update!

with my new shop, which i am need to put up new creations, i also have a new blog. i decided to keep my personal and 'business' blog separate. this blog will be filled with inspiration, pretty things, and random tid bits to due with my new store. it's one more thing that is keeping this new year exciting and wonderful!

Friday, January 28, 2011

last night i had a dream about seattle, and i woke up missing it. it's strange to be so fond of a place you spent so little time in, but still, you know when your heart wants something. i miss downtown, gasworks, and bay. i want to explore it, and make it my home. i want to live there, and one day i will.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

i'm only nineteen years old, and i can start my life now. i could start over now and create something completely different and still be okay. i need to stop feeling like i'm in my late twenties, when i haven't even reached them. i know i may not even be that mature, but mentally i feel that way. i feel like my mind is old and my heart is terrified, but really, i wonder if that is the complete definition of feeling young.

i'm nineteen, and i'm starting now.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


i feel happy to finally say that i have my computer back, with internet and all, which means that i will be even more active lately. i have so many new projects up my sleeve that it is almost overwhelming, but in a good way. i just have to bite the bullet and get it done. one project at a time, or five projects at a time. for my own ocd, i'm going to make myself a little list of things i need to do (like i really need anymore lists!)

- apply anywhere and everywhere for jobs (even printing out applications tonight!)
- put my two new pairs of earrings up in tea @ noon
- make a few new pairs of earrings
- go thrift store shopping (very intently!)
- have a wonderful date night with the boy
- update my 365!
- pick up at least three new books to read. i'm tired of rereading books i love.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

late night excitement!

within the past two days i can proudly say that i have gotten my first tattoo, gaged my ear for the first time, and finally have created my own etsy shop! it took 22 days, but finally creative juices are flowing, and i'm fairly certain that they will not slow down any time soon.

first thing i want to elaborate on is my first tattoo. it's still a little bit red and puffy in the picture, and i know a touch up will be in my near future, but just the fact that it is there, permanently on my body, and it is a sign that change is coming. i know lots of people get bird tattoos, and they usually stand for freedom, and i feel that, in a way. but personally my birds representing me breaking out from a wall that i have built in my personal life, and it will be a constant reminder to keep working at it. and i must say, after getting this one, i cannot wait to get more.

second thing that i must elaborate on, is my new etsy shop, 'tea @ noon'. it is going to be a handcrafted jewelery store, and i am also extremely tempted to make it a partial vintage shop once i get my thrift shop on again. there are many ideas in the works for my little shop, including jewelery hangers, necklaces, bracelets - all handcrafted, and made with love.

and tomorrow it's time for coffee @ ten. everything is looking up.

Friday, January 21, 2011

i am proud to say, to my one follower and my own excitement, that i will soon be opening my very own etsy shop with my own homemade jewelry. i've been thinking about this for quite some time and recently created some, what i would like to call, unique designs. so, stay tuned! live is about to take some wonderful twists and turns.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

due to the fact that my computer is MIA as of this moment, i'm posting this here. i've recently been fascinated with wicca and things of the nature and even aquired a pendulum for christmas. here is the description of the stone -

This stone has the calming, soothing energy of the sea. This is the stone of courage. Tranquilizing, uplifting, openness, innocence, lightheartedness, creativity, communication, self-awareness, confidence, purpose. Throat, Spleen, Heart Chakra. Used for protection on journeys, especially those who travel on water. Affects etheric and mental levels. Helps stabilize and harmonize unsettled surroundings. Helps reduce fears. Has an affinity with sensitive and mystical people. Increases creativity and sharpens intuition. Excellent stone for meditation. Helps one attune to nature. Quiets the mind and reduces stress. Helps bring about a tolerance toward others. Recommended as a purifier of the throat and helps sore throats. Clears blocked communication and aids the user in verbal expression. This stone allows us to find our individually and be ourselves. It is helpful to those who wear it, in regards to finding love, promoting fidelity and smoothing out differences between others.

Monday, January 17, 2011

slowly but surely, is that there is no right time for anything, there is just now, this moment, at this time in your life.

most of all, there is absolutely no time to be afraid, no time to second guess, and no time to stand there and wonder.

there is, however, time to be understanding, compassionate, time to listen to those around you, and for me personally, think about my specific action when i'm heated and in the moment.

i'm at a special kind of crossroads in my life right now, and i don't have to chose either way to go. i can turn down one road for a while, turn around, and try the other. i'm growing as a person, and as a woman, and i can honestly say that i feel like i have grown more this year, within the 17 days of this year, than i might have all of 2010. i'm on the tip of all my potential, and i just have to take the leap, jump off of whatever i'm holding onto.

stick around. handle the lengthy posts, and mild bursts of random inspiration, and eventually this blog will be something. i'm not going to label it yet, because the beautiful desert day is telling me i don't have to yet. i don't have to do anything yet, but i'm doing everything.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Give to the world more than you take

Thursday, January 13, 2011

"Historically, people looked at the sky to understand the world around us," he said. "But today I don't think people who are into astrology look at the sky very much."

as i'm sure quite a few people have read, the zodiac has 'changed'. that's all very exciting, and i do admit i did my fair share of surfing the web to figure out what that meant, but what i happened upon while searching was much more thought provoking than a new zodiac sign.

in one of the articles i read that quote, and what caught me the most is the last part, because really, it's true. astrology and zodiac was created to be closer to something bigger, a cosmos that we only ever pretend to have even the slightest grasp of understanding. it was to make us feel that by being born at a certain time, when the sun was a certain way in a world that we have no idea about (at the time, anyway!), that it meant something in our lives. that maybe it even went as far as impacting our lives, impacting the very nature of how we are. they looked to sky to find the answers, and to be honest, i wish i looked to the sky and found the answers on a ring of faith. in hopes that just maybe there is something bigger out there that can help me with my wonders.

today that's not what many people who believe in zodiac signs do. yes, there are the few who probably grasp an idea of the beauty behind the original idea, but what about those who have their horoscopes texted to them every morning? don't misunderstand, i'm not dissing on anyone who does that, because i will admit it definitely is fun and entertaining. i think my point is that things that had this deeper meaning way back when, have kind of lost that.

we have forgotten to be in tune with life, and instead allowed ourselves to be consumed with the materialistic and pointless. this world is a gorgeous and majestic place, with so many mysteries that we couldn't begin to imagine. there is this great mother earth with energy and feelings that we can't grasp. that small ting of joy when you walk outside on a beautiful day and things feel a little bit better because of the sun and maybe the way the air smelled. if you close your eyes you can feel something more, you can feels something alive under your feet. you can take a deep breath and allow the energy to overcome you and you'll grin.

all i know for certain is that i plan on spending many more nights laying on my back and looking to the stars for answers.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

if you want to track me down

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Saturday, January 8, 2011

we are already a week and a day into the new year, and i definitely entered the new year with obligations, like most grown ups do. i like to think that so far i've handled it pretty well, and really i'm not taking excuses this year. things are being handled, and that's a definite positive thing. the only negative i can find is that my cell phone fell in the toilet, and my computer is not connecting to my families internet, so I have been MIA from all the sites I enjoy, but that is going to change.

here are a few positive things i can already find in the year so far:

- my outlook is more positive. i feel like getting my old optimism back is just slightly out of my reach, and i know it's going to happen soon.i'm making myself taking a few steps in the right direction, even simple things like drink more water, stop biting my nails, let myself be creative, say yes more often, and don't forget to laugh. it can seem cheesy, but cheesy has kind of always worked for me.

- friendships are building, and i feel like now is when we make the friendships that last forever. yes, it is wonderful to have those childhood friendships, but at this age we know what they mean to us, and we know what we want and the type of people we want in our lives. i'm looking forward to some wonderful late nights these next 7 months.

late at night i always feel so excited for the mornings. i used to only need a few hours of sleep and i kind of am hoping that i get that back. be able to stay up late with the quite nights, and rise with the energetic sun. i want to have the entire day, and entire night. make use of every minute, whether it's on an adventure with my favorite person, or a quite moment i've stolen for myself with the right song playing in my car.

while i start taking advantage of my days, i'm also going to start becoming more creative. i have it in me, i just need to let it out. my mini-home is coming along nicely, and it looks more like my kind of home than last time. i'm excited to go to the fashion district with my mom in a few weeks, shop around and haggle. very soon, within the next few days, i also want to find some good thrift stores around here. walk around and admire all the forgotten items that could turn into something that could be loved again. there is also talk of getting a booth at the local farmers market with my mom, selling our homemade jewelry and soaps. there is no possible way that this year will not be filled with creativity, adventure, and change.