hey james todd smith

my path was marked by the stars of the southern hemisphere

"this is the story of how i began to remember..."
-paul simon.

music is my earliest memory of childhood. will smith, prince, paul simon, jackson 5, and cotton eye joe.

music is such a big part in my life and i can see how it has followed me from my youth.  

the music of my childhood set me free and let me feel like the luckiest happiest worry free girl in the world (not that i even knew what worries were),but as i have grown, that has changed.

i am not as free as id like to be. as i have grown up, i have noticed i have hidden the music i grew up with because...

here come the judgements.
the gossip.
the comments.
the whispers.
the making fun of.

none of this was a worry as a kid, i was just carefree and happy.


jackson 5- "he rocks in the tree tops all day long, hoppin and a boppin and singing his song. all the little birdies on jaybird street love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet"

as a child all i would do is dance around. you sneak into your moms room, steal a pair of her high heels, and watch yourself groove in the mirror.

you dance.
you laugh.
you wipe your boogers on the couch.
you play with everyone.
everyones cool.

cause who cares??

will smith- "i wanna stay with you forever. i wanna spend all my life with only you. i wanna stay, lets stay together. chasing forever, with only you."

what the heck is love? never as a child do you listen to the lyrics. there was no such thing as love. 

just crushes. 

and kisses on the cheek. pecks with boys in your 2nd grade class and getting in trouble from your teacher who saw you do it.(ya that was me) no heartbreaks. 

just crushes.


prince- "whats the matter with your life, is the poverty bringing you down? is the mailman jerking you around? did he put your million dollar check in someone else's box?"

money? didn't exist. when it did, you were saving up money for tamagotchis and nintendo DS games. slap bracelets, slinkys, and gameboys.

not for gas.
not for clothes.
not for phones.
concerts.
movies.
food. your mom made your food. 

and the mailman was only good for birthday cards your grandparents sent to you on your birthday. 

cotton eye joe- "where did you come from? where did you go? where did you come from cotton eye joe?..."

don't really know how this one correlates but this was the best song ever to dance too lol.

but thats the joy of remembering being a kid. its all about just being whatever. not having to have reasons and correct answers. nothing had to make sense. 

so why has all this changed now?

you can call me dres

well.

                i don't even know where to begin.

my pen name? ya don't even know where that came from.

it's a city in germany, maybe i'll name my kid that.

so nelson told us to introduce ourselves.. so here goes i guess.

i'm the biggest hypocrite you will ever encounter in your life

i'm allowed to be as loud as i want whenever i want but if i want you quiet, be quiet.

i'm part love part loss

part music part 2am cemetery walks

i've busted and blown out 17 pairs of headphones and ya i kept them all for who knows why. (thanks for asking)

my family is for another blog post

been in love before and have had my heart broken before. 
different people.

you can call me dres.