backbeat the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out

i admire this song for several reasons. just cos it's a great song, but also because it is universal. i feel like you can go to any place anywhere and find some person that was alive in the 90's that will be able to sing all the words to this song.

check out cat's version

ode to flaws

dots, spots, freckles, moles etc.

beauty is always in the eye of the beholder right? but since we live in a society where people are expected to look a certain way, for example, even skin, big tits, small waist, tight stomach, round butt, beautiful hair etc. it's interesting to think about what else could make someone extraordinarily beautiful.

all of my friends have beautiful and unique things about their beings. but the most beautiful things they have that society would not portray as most important to the make up of beauty, i find exquisite. their special beauty inspired me to write this blog.

my face has dots all over it. specifically 11 under my left eye. they put smooth skin to shame. they cause uneven levels on my face, and my natural instinct is to dislike them. but i don't. i think they look like star constellations. maybe orion's belt or the big dipper. who knows. all i know is that they're there forever.

so when i was little i was always shy to go to the beach. this small spot on my stomach, that nobody on the earth had, made me uncomfortable. you know how when you're little you don't value individuality, you value having similarities between yourself and the other kids that surround you. not only that, but you're also still realizing and changing your mind on the things you consider to be beautiful. my birthmark is located a little off the center of my stomach. it's a caramel color, about one inch in height / two inches wide, and it's the shape of jamaica. it has a small dot in it from a chicken pox scar. it's the only thing that's unique to me, that's been there since birth, that will be there til i die. some people may consider it ugly or weird. some people may suggest the idea that my tummy would look better without it, but i love it. i love that when i'm tan, there is always a part of me that is a little bit darker. i love that my boyfriend kisses it when he's happy. i love that it will never go away. so remember, even the things that make you different or even odd compared to others might be one of the coolest and most awesome things about you. well that's all for now folks.

love, sol

Today

today was great overall. i slept great. i spent time with a loved one. i bought a new dress. i did some illegal shit. anyways. im happy.

happy > drama

isn't it crazy to think that your life, anyone's life, doesn't really matter. as humans or maybe just as Americans, we tend to neglect the fact that the little things that make us mad are so insignificant to the rest of the universe. if you compare our existence to the shit that's out there, like Jupiter or everything trumps everything we worry about. i don't mean to be negative. i mean to give out a wake up call. in reality it doesn't matter if you missed one homework assignment, got grounded, or didn't get into college. if you put everything into perspective it's okay. I have no excuse for complaining about anything. my life is so good. the stuff that makes me cry with frustration or mope with regret should not get me down. it doesn't fucking matter! instead of wishing things were different. so that's today's message. put your life next to everything else that lives and make it equal. act the way you want people to remember you as. don't get caught up in petty shit, because it will only hold you down. be happy. be free. be yourself.

much love, sol

I like big butts and I wanna die

I'm going to start this post off lightly.

Today in 6th period math class, my friends starting singing "I Like big Butts and I cannot lie" by Sir MixALot.
I hadn't realized, until that second, how much i loathe that song.
I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but I fucking hate it.

First off, I'm not bashing big asses.
Props to you if you have a fat one.
I just find the song is ridiculous and after the one jillionth time hearing it, i have come to realize how much i hate it.
I'm all for expressing creativity, and if the man likes ass, good for him.
But do you really need to make it a song? an ass anthem that everyone knows the words to?
I think not.
Not only do I dislike the lyrics:

"Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin for a piece of that bubble"

but the way he snarls out synonyms for butts makes me want to cry.
it's fucking creepy.
It makes my skin crawl.
It's so gross.

And have you seen the video?

he looks like a pervert.
He's short, old, and ugly.
Like what are you doing?
Dancing on mountains of coffee colored ass still won't make you more than a one hit wonder.

If I counted the times I have ever heard this song, I'd have enough money to erase it from history.
Goodness.
And with all the money that this man used to create ass mountains for the video, he could be fighting against world hunger or some shit.

Mixalot now appears on VH1 specials like "Greatest 90's hits" or "I love the 1500's" and all he ever seems to talk about is big butts in spandex.

Fuck you, Sol

Vanessa Paradis, total babe.

if your last name is paradise, you automatically have something cool about you.

so not many people, here in america, in my experience at least, talk about vanessa. she's the girlfriend (possibly wife now) of johnny depp. she's a talented singer, actor, and model from france. she got her first big hit in the 80's for joe le taxi.



the cute gap in her teeth, and her sweet voice, and her ability to make what ever she says feel genuine, makes her a likely candidate for the most beautiful women in the world. i wish i could give more background info on her, but i'm not really in the mood. i found this clip of her talking about johnny the other day, and the stuff she was so saying was so cute, and in many ways the truth. i'm really impressed by the way she makes true love seem so simple.

check it out



what do you think?

love, sol

Let's go to the aquarium!

Because love(is always love)

Because when I see the jet blue night sky I think of you,
Making the seemingly distant stars, proximal.
Because when I walk these aged gray streets aimlessly,
Like a map, you lead me to rapture.
Because your arms bear marks of experience,
That soothe my restless mind with refuge.
Because you look beautiful when you sleep,
Face(peaceful)dreaming.
Because my insides glow like your eyes in the august sun,
Whenever you’re here.
Because you make me feel feathery,
Weightless.
Because your skin is warm like fiery ambers,
The best blanket.
Because you won’t let me fall into the inferno,
But would go to salvage me.
Because you don’t ever let go,
Of my hand or soul.

Because I loved you yesterday.
Because I loved you today.
Because I love you continually.