71 years ago today...

...I wasn't even alive.

But Jim Morrison was born.

So just another reason why December is just a dandy month.

Happy birthday, Jim Morrison. Thank you for everything you and your music has given me. And thank you for changing my life and the world.

I feel like I miss you and I didn't even know you or ever get to meet you. That's just how powerful your poetry and music is. 

I love you.

Here are my favorite words of his:

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

some things just aren't worth the dollar.

You know when you are at work and you are hungry so you go down the street to the Albertsons? And you see this wrap thing that is a pita, peppered turkey, and swiss cheese and it's only a dollar, so you think sure, why not?

Well next time, think surely, hell no!

It wasn't that good. It tasted like the crusty ol dollar I used to buy it. Never again. I even did a dramatic gag/throw up gesture when I was done eating it. That's how much I hated the thing.

Last night, Kylee texted me and asked my favorite quote. She casually asked as if I didn't have 1,000,000,000 ½ to choose from. After I thought about it, I realized it was this one from my literary idol and all around hero, Jim Morrison:

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

Followed closely by this one:

“That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.”

Kylee ended up loving these quotes and she sent back this:

He's very wise I see why you like him.

I need to look him up he's growing on me. I need to learn more, I like him, you sold me.

 
I converted a new Jim Morrison fan! Jim Morrison was a literary genius and I do my best to pass his legacy on so as much people know about him as possible. I miss him and I never even knew him.

lover.

Yesterday was Jim Morrison's birthday. I really think I get more excited for his birthday than  my own for some reason. If only he was still alive... I would know what it would be like for someone to have a restraining order on me. Ha. I LOVE JIM MORRISON and I would write letters to tell him how good his living room furniture looks from his front lawn.

I mean look at that face...

That hair!

And listen to this voice/music....

Hello, I love you.

another reason to love jim morrison.

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them and hid them, you're letting society destory your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."

-Jim Morrison

the one i love the mostest.

Yesterday was Jim Morrison's birthday.

:)

That is all.

first and not awkward.

Dear Kaleena,

You survived. You survived driving on sketchy brakes for one more day and you also survived your first date. You were definitely more scared preparing yourself for the date, but either way you survived and are here typing this letter. Oh and you also loved the weather in Utah today, because it was mostly rain.

Date picked you up around seven thirty and when you saw him pull up by your apartment in his maroon truck, you ran to your room and dove onto your bed and screamed out your excitement and nervousness out into your pillow and then got up and strolled out ready for the date like you were calm and cool. He totally bought it too.

You guys went to a place called Blue Plate Diner and you ordered the french toast and he ordered the reuben sandwich. Much to your surprise, it was not awkward or uncomfortable. You both talked about your unnatural love for your first cars how you wanted to be buried in yours. After Blue Plate, you went to a pub called the Republican and people watched and talked about nonsense. People watching was interesting because from a distance, there was a group roasting one of their friends and some drunk karaoke-ing, Date told you that the Doors have performed at Lagoon. LAGOON. For those of you who do not live in Utah, Lagoon is an amusement park that is about thirty minutes from my apartment. I'm aware you weren't alive for this to be neat or a coincidence, but you still like the thought that Jim Morrison at one time was near your place of living.

Anyway, it was a super duper funtastic time accompanied with rain and he made you laugh and he said he wanted to see you again.


Reader, this could be a new beginning. DUN-DUN-DUN.

dreams.

For the last two nights I've had dreams that I was either meeting Jim Morrison or in the same room as Jim Morrison.

That only means one thing....

That if we were alive at the same time we would probably be married and driving across the United States in a VW Bus and he would tell me how much he loves me every day.

I have no idea what else those dreams could mean.

baby steps.

When I think back on all the few super-best-perfect weekends I've ever had, none of them were as good or even close to being as wonderful as the weekend I just experienced. I needed this weekend. I could try and explain in heavy detail why I loved this weekend the way I did, but Reader, you just wouldn't understand. You wouldn't understand in the same way that no matter how hard you try to paint the picture (metaphorically speaking) of your freaky dream from the previous night, no one will ever understand, even if you act it out.... with props....

This weekend was spent with my friends I've known since 1st grade: Scott, Mike and Tyler. Sadly, Mike is leaving us forever for bigger and better adventures and is moving to Chicago in August. I hope he changes his mind at the last minute and causes to be some dramatic running and crying in the airport. Who knows, that will probably happen even if he does follow through with his move. I can be dramatic.

I bought some sparklers tonight. I get excited when I think that tomorrow I will be using them and trying to spell my name with them and drawing neat things in the air.

I'm already feeling so much happier and lighter. I don't know if it was the weekend or maybe I'm not just as big of a wussy baby as I thought I was. I'm already learning a lot from this break-up.Go me. 

Also, being the mega huge Jim Morrison fan I am, I wanted to take this time to pour one out for him. 40 years ago yesterday, he died. RIP Jim Morrison, RIP.

photo of the day #69

Happy birthday, Jim Morrison. I'd light your fire any day.

ode to jim morrison. again.

One of the many wishes I have in life is I wish I was as talented as Jim Morrison was when he was alive. But I'm not. And that is something I have to live with everyday. *JK* I would be content if I was HALF as talented as him.

Well, it's time now for another supply (two) of my favorite Jim Morrison quotes.

"People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend."

“I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it.”

 

If I ever had the chance to speak to or even be near Jim Morrison, I imagine a mixture of different things happening. Correction: a mixture of BAD things happening. Like:

1. I would just get so excited, spaz Kaleena would fiercley sprout out and humiliate herself. Red face and all. Along with this, I imagine some loud shouting...?

2.I would forget everything. His name. My name. His songs, band, poetry.

3. I would probably ask him to marry me. 

 

jim morrison said:

"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are
free" -Jim Morrison.

 

-i know i've posted this quote before, but i love it so much, i just have to post it again. and hey, it's my blog, so ha!

ps. is it weird i've been referencing my blog in conversations and thoughts as 'snoop bloggy blog'? i think it is.