Sunday, July 8, 2012

Summer 2012

It's summer and I'm back!
I don't know if you're glad, but I know I sure am.
No school, no waking up and going to sleep at designated times, and endless fun.
I want this summer to be great and I think it will.
That's not what I wanted to talk about though. I've had something on my mind lately, something I have noticed about myself, and I just feel the need to write about it.

"Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of someone else." -Judy Garland


I find this quote very interesting. Very, true. For most people. Nobody wants to be a copy, we've been raised in a society where we are preached to be unique since as long as we can be remember. The irony is, when you're too unique for someone's taste, you are looked down upon. How does that work? I agree with this quote. I think a person should be their own individual, but to find themselves, I don't think it's always an epiphany. Hey! I've figured it out! This is what I want to look like. This is who I want to be. I mean, I'm not saying that a situation like that can't happen, but using me as an example, it doesn't happen that way.

Let me tell you, I'm the first to praise individuality. I love just walking around and looking at the differences I see between the people in the street. I find it wonderful. Yes, some of those differences I might not like, they may scare me (lots of tattoos and lots of piercings), or I just dislike them (girl covered in head to toe Justin Bieber or One Direction fan equipment), but hey, if that's their thing, so be it. I'm not gonna tell them to change. Who would I be if I did that? No, I let them go and just keep observing other things.

For me I think it's taken a while to find myself. Of course I can't say I've completely found myself already, at this young age of 15, but I can tell you for the time being, I sure as heck know who I am. I'm comfortable with my group of friends at school, with my best friend in another state, with my family, with my grades, with my activities, and with the things I like. My style and personality is something that changes day to day, but I find it's reached a point where it's pretty constant. How?

Well, going back to the quote. I want to be myself. Of course I do. But for me, being myself means taking little things from different people I observe and putting them together to form my own thing. What does that even mean? I'll just give some examples and explain. Enjoy! Tell me what you think.

 Michael Jackson. 
Okay I'm going to talk about him as an inspiration to my personality, but I do have to admit, style-wise, I do want sparkly white socks, a Thriller Letterman's jacket, and I did recently buy reflective Aviators because I really liked them when I saw them on him, but that's not the point. Here's the point. I started liking Michael years ago. One of my closest friends had a huge crush on him and like almost anyone, I was a fan of the music. Recently, I started looking into him, reading about him, watching things about him, and of course watching his performances. Let me tell you this, and I know so many people could argue with me, but I'm not writing this to argue with anybody. He was an amazing person. A truly amazing and good person. Point is, I think about him every day. I think about how he tried to change the world and help everybody he could. I want to do that, maybe not to his extent, but if it means picking up the mail that fell from the hands of an elderly woman while I'm walking my dog. Or if it just means smiling at the person I pass on the street. I want to be that person that everyone just remembers as the friendly, smiling, warm girl they knew at school. And I've succeeded at that this year. One of the seniors that graduated this past June, she told me, made me cry, about how she's really going to miss me when she goes to college because every morning I'd see her in the halls. And every morning I would smile at her. Now I can't say we are close friends, but I like her and she likes me. And she told this to me, as we were saying goodbye telling me to not change for anything in the world because my smile would cheer her up on days she just wanted to cry in the morning. I never thought about it like that. I never thought that someone could be having a dreadful morning and just by seeing someones smile, they could feel a tiny bit better. And I thank Michael because of that, because I know, he would have done the same thing.

Jackie Kennedy.
Another person I admire and am inspired by more for her personality than her style. Again, I will admit, when I get all dressed up, yes I think of how amazing and beautiful she looked every day of her life and I have two colleges of her pictures by the mirror I look at when I get ready everyday to remind me to look nice, but again, that's not the point. She's another one who has affected my personality greatly. When I'm having a bad day, or when someone is saying something to me I don't like I've learned to ignore it. I've learned that from someone I've never met, but spent an immense amount of time observing. While an entire nation wept and mourned, she held together for everyone, even though she probably felt the most pain. Losing a loved one can never be easy. Losing the love of your life and having to go on with your life is some degree of pain I could never begin to imagine. Then, losing the person who gave you strength so soon after. She is the most admirable woman I can think of.

There may be little things I say and do that I've taken on from a movie I'v seen or a book I've read, or most likely a television show I've watched, but like I said, those things keep changing. But when I need a reassurance about who I am or what I'm doing, I think of him.


Johnny Depp. 
He is just somebody I turn to when I need that little nudge of you are yourself and nobody can change that. One of his biggest fears is to be labeled as something. He's truly and individual. And I hate that a lot of people dislike him because of it.
He's got his sense of style, his way of being, and it works for him, so people should leave it at that.

Now moving onto style. I feel like I've started to realize what my style is and just build it. I can't say I'm completely a t-shirt and jeans type of girl, but I can be. I can also be a sundress type of girl. Or a pair of jean shirts and a blouse. Or leggings, shorts, a v-neck, and my much beloved combat boots that have a zipper keeps opening. My style changes, a lot, but I've found people I like to take ideas from.

Paris Jackson.
Style wise, I admire her style. I really like it. I can't pull it off because my interests don't lie in punk rock bands, eyeliner, and black nail polish. I take little things from her, though. First of all, I think she's really pretty. I really do. Well let's start with this picture, I just bought a hat/cap thing yesterday just like the one she's wearing. Well not that one, it's a Vans cap, but its that style. The "cool kid caps" as they seem to be at my school. Frankly, I just like how they look when girls wear them, and so I got one. I like the band tees she wears, and I want some. When I go shopping, I look for the ones I like.

"Hipsters".
Oh, the so called hipsters. How I love my hipster boys. They are delicious to look at. As for the girls, the outfit in this picture is something I'd love to wear. I've got the jeans, I don't own any pairs of jeans that aren't skinny, and I love the rest of the outfit. And the hair. How I love the hair. How I love everybody else's hair, but my own. Point being, from this outfit I own the jeans and the glasses. I'd probably wear a different top and converse and no hat, but I've taken something from it.

Fiona Glenanne.


I had to write Fiona because saying Gabrielle Anwar, the actress who plays the character, would not be accurate. Mainly because, the outfits I see and like come from what I see and like on the show Burn Notice rather than what Gabrielle wears in her day to day life. I picked the two pictures because as for the top one, I would love love love to have that outfit. I own a pair of black shorts with suspenders, but the denim looks really nice. And the bottom picture, for my personal preference, I would like the exact same outfit, but in darker colors, minus the I-don't-even-wanna-know-how-many-inch heels. If only California really was sunny and warm all year round. Another thing I've taken from the show is wearing sundresses. For example, I'm wearing one now, and I really like it. It's comfortable and fresh and pretty. I'm into a nice summer dress with sandals.

The bracelets, I will give credit, well half-credit to Gabrielle for. I love wearing a lot of bracelets. I love the earthy toned ones, a lot like the ones I'd imagine her wearing.Someone told her in an interview she was like a hippie in her lifestyle. I've always loved the hippie look, the band around the forehead with the wavy long hair, the flowy tops, the nature-y aspect of it. I think it looks nice and I think that's why I go for the brown and leather's for bracelets.


Parker.
We don't know her real name on the show Leverage, but she's played by the actress Beth Riesgraf . In this picture she's wearing the red dress and white blazer thing. I liked this picture mainly because that would be a dress I would definitely wear to a party/special occasions. I own a lot of tight dresses like it, I just wouldn't wear the sweater on top. Her style on the show consists of a lot of pants and blouses, or jeans and hoodies, something real casual. That's what I wear a lot of the time to school, a hoodie and some leggings. Or just jeans and a long sleeved shirt. 


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Late Night Writing...

So I was just laying on my bed, and because my laptop doesn't work without a cable for the internet, the only thing I could do was open Microsoft Word and write.. these are my random thoughts and ideas... and a mini vignette as I'm calling it. I hope you enjoy. You know I love comments!

AND PLEASE FORGIVE ANY TYPOS!


LOVE
L is lust
L is looks
L is the lasting feelings I have for you.
O is outside, where I think of you the most
O is only you…the one I think of the most.
V is vivacious
V is vida, what I’d give to meet you.
E is your eyes
E is the evenings I would love to spend with you
E is every breath I take, every breath you take away from me
E is everything.

MICHAEL
M is mine… you’ll never really be mine, but you are in my eyes.
I is indifferent. I don’t care what goes on around me when I think of you.
C is calm. Your calmness the state you put me in.
H is having you. What I would do to hold you.
A is amazing. That’s what you are.
E is every little thing I see you do, that makes me fall all over again.
L is the love and lust I feel for you.

I see you.  I bump into you. I didn’t mean it. I said I’m sorry. You say its no problem. I get lost in your eyes. It electricity that I feel when you look at me. I know you feel the same thing. You help me up from my place on the floor. I feel a shock when your skin brazes mine. I get up, trying not to depend on you too much. I cant do that… ill probably never see you again. I smile and thanks you…I wish I could do more… I wish I could kiss you. I don’t even think of an autograph I just think of your touch. Something more memorable than a signature, an intense feeling that burned my skin, and a hole right to my heart. I want to see you again. I do. At a park. I want to say hello, but I’m scared. You say hello instead. You ask me to sit. And talk. I comply. I sit. I listen to you talk. I could do it all day. It gets late. Very late. I don’t want to go home. I don’t need to go home. My parents trust me. You ask me if I need a ride, then when I say I walked…you offer to walk me back. I say sure. We walk, I trip a couple of times. I’m nervous. You hold me for support while I stop tripping, you hold my hand. Eventually, you don’t let go. Were walking home, holding hands. It’s a miracle you could say. I stopped being nervous. I stopped caring. I just focused on your touch. I reach my house. I tell you so. A pretty house. A house alone. My parents are out, you notice the car gone. You don’t say anything. You think my thoughts. I ask you inside. I’m thirsty, I go to the kitchen to get water. You’re in the living room looking at my old family photos. Me as a kid. You smile. That smile….that beautiful smile that can turn me into a pile of mush. I could die. I shakily offer you a glass of water. Thank you. You thank me in the kindest most sincere way I could ever dream of hearing. Just for a glass of water. Im head over heels. I’m scared. Are you? I don’t know. Probably not. But you’re here. That counts for something. Right? Right… I hope so. I sit on the couch. I cant stay still. You notice it. Are you okay? You sound concerned. I feel your love. I smile and nod. Of course I am. You’re here. Of course. You say you probably should go. Its getting late. You have work. I nod. Of course. You’re a busy man. You’re a successful man. Why are you wasting time with me? You don’t love me. You cant love me. Do you love me? If only I knew… I open the door. I’m scared. You’re leaving. What if I don’t see you again. You smile. You send me to the moon and back with that smile. A genuine thanks is uttered from your lips. I feel butterflies… real fluttering beautiful butterflies. I don’t want it to end. A kiss. A kiss? A kiss. That’s what you left me with. A tender, sweet, achingly slow, long kiss. I sigh. Was I imagining it? Probably. Its happened countless times. But, you’re still here. You’re looking at me in a way I’ve never seen before. Maybe I’m imagining it. But you’re still here. I didn’t realize your arms were around me, or that I had moved so close to you. How did that happen. I don’t remember. When I realize it I step back. Frightened? No. Surprised? No. Then what. I’m amazed. Amazed at what had just happened. Amazed that it could happen. Amazed that you’re still here, looking at me. Loving me.
5.30.12

Monday, April 23, 2012

Sick Day

Hey guys, I'm back.

I feel like I've said that line so many times in this blog... I shouldn't have to... but I guess it's just so much easier to blog during vacations, when I don't really have to worry about anything...

Anyways...
I hope you all are doing well.

I should be at school today, but I'm home sick instead. I literally couldn't sleep until two in the morning and then woke up at three hours later... there was no way I was going to be able to function on three hours of sleep at school, so I stayed home. (With my mothers permission of course!)

I really haven't been doing anything...I did take a nap and then I ate breakfast and watched Michael Jackson videos...and then came over to my room to blog.

So I was gone for two weeks because I was out of the country in Mexico visiting my family. It was really fun...REALLY fun. I got to be with all of my cousins and practice my Spanish before the AP test next month.. *bites nails* I'm scared!

Apart from getting sick, nothing really spectacular has gone on in my life... NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING. It's strange, these past couple of weeks I've come to realize that I'm perfectly content with my life right now. Apart from worrying about some family members that are sick at the moment... I'm just fine and dandy.  It's a good feeling.

So if you haven't heard, The Jacksons are going on tour this summer. One of the stops will be here in LA. I may go. *does a little HUGE excited dance* My mother said that if I raise the grade I have in math class by the end of the year, I can go. *DOES A BIGGER HUGE EXCITED DANCE* Because you know, I've never been to a concert before, and to get to go to a JACKSONS concert as my first one! GO-LLY! Can you tell I'm excited? XD

Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon/night with my parents... We watched the Michael Jackson Home Movies and I don't think I have laughed that hard in a while. They enjoyed it...and you know, it was great for me to see my parents, especially my dad, kinda like, accepting the fact that I love yet another man as much as I do and being totally okay with it because they got to see how... just great this man was. I don't know... I'm kinda horrible at explaining things sometimes.. I guess this is one of those times... sorry!

Dallas (2012) starts next month! I'm excited... So I guess you'll be hearing more about that soon!

For now, I'll go and rest up.

With the love guys, L.O.V.E. Love. *spelled out in the air like Michael would do it*
-Briggitte


Stars That Will Never Fade
Why I Chose This Picture: Because I know that this was her
favorite episode because she got to work with her
cousin and on location, not in a studio.
Name: Barbara Eden
Real Name: Barbara Jean Morehead
Occupation: Actress, Singer
DOB: August 23rd, 1934
Fun Fact: She owns a chocolate labradoodle names Djinn 
Djinn (after Jeannie's dog on I Dream of Jeannie)
Quote: If gentlemen prefer blondes, than I am a 
blonde that prefers gentlemen.
Academy Awards: No Oscars for this incredible talent, but 
was nominated twice for the Golden Globe of Best TV
Actress and Best TV Star in the year 1965 for her role as Jeannie
on I Dream of Jeannie

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Two Poems...

So i feel like i think i like writing poetry now. Not as much as i like writing stories, but poetry provides that instant satisfaction, whereas a story takes much longer, but feels so good when im done with one.

Anyways, i had CAHSEE testing two days last week. The CAHSEE is the CAlifornia High School Exit Exam... it was SUPER EASY and i had a lot of time on my hands.... so i decided to write.... so here were two poems i came up with.

I Want You to Know
writte by Briggitte on 3.14.12


Your smile,
brightens up my day,
when I see you.
Everyday.

Your eyes,
Not brown nor blue,
their own special color.
Beautiful,
stunning,
dreamy color.
One's I'd love to get lost in,
if you'd let me.
When they flick across the room,
and meet mine,
I get butterflies,
I can't help but smile,
until you or I look away.

I like watching you,
when you talk,
when you walk.
Your cute little mannerisms.

Your sweet voice,
when you talk,
when you read,
when you laugh.

I think about you.
You will never know.

I care about you.
You will never know.

I want you to know.
...........

I Don't Know
written by Briggitte on 3.14.12


When you smile,
I can't help but smile with you.
I'm mesmorized.
It's a warm smile,
a kind smile,
worn by someone who cares.
Maybe.
That beautiful smile,
hides pain.
Maybe.

Your eyes,
dark, mysterious.
Full of passion and rage,
full of hopes and dreams,
that can show lust and desire,
that can make me melt.
Such welcoming eyes,
with a hint of innocence,
that's never lost its gleam.
A place where tears are no strangers.
Let me help you.

A childish giggle,
music to my ears,
a soothing voice,
caressing and calming me,
through out the day.

I hear your words,
they mean something,
I hear your feelings,
you give me meaning.

I wonder a lot,
I think and dream.
When you're not with me,
you're never with me,
But you're always near.

What is right?
What is wrong?
I ask myself,
nobody knows the answer.

Rumors aren't always true.
I don't know.

I hope not.
I don't know.

Do I love you?
I don't know.

What's stopping me?
I don't know.

You can't tell me.
You aren't here.

I need someone to,
because,
I don't know.
...........

You know I'd love to hear what you think!

and if you're interested... I also drew this:

Friday, February 24, 2012

My Poem...

So a couple of night back I decided to right a poem....
and so here it is....

I'd love to hear what you think....





He Smiled

written by Briggitte Suastegui
February 19th, 2012


The little boy looked out of the window,
across the street to a park.
A playground,
a set of swings,
a basketball court,
he smiled.

There was a little girl with her school friends,
across the street in the park.
On the playground,
on the set of swings,
on the basketball court,
he smiled.

He watched them play,
he looked up at the sun.
What a day to be outside,
to feel the sweat rolling down your face from running too much.
But what did he know of that?
He smiled.

He touched his finger to the glass,
as the kids ran around playing tag.
He watched the basketball bounce up and down, 
he tapped the glass each time it touched the ground.
He smiled. 

Someone tapped his shoulder.
Startled, he jumped.
He wouldn't admit it,
but he jumped.
He turned around, 
he smiled.

'C'mon, you have to go back to work now',
he shook his head.
'Oh come now, I don't want to get you into trouble',
his feet were firmly planted on the ground.
'Your father will get angry...',
he felt a coldness flood throught his body,
he dropped his eyes and followed her back into the studio, but,
he smiled.

He knew it was coming,
the hardest part of the song. 
He looked at his father,
the belt menacingly resting in his hands,
the cold eyes looking straight at him.
He sang,
he hit the note,
he had escaped this time,
he was safe for now,
he smiled.

He got in the car,
and looked out of the window.
The little girl caught his eye and waved,
he waved back shyly,
unsure of what to do.
She looked at him curiously and smiled,
the car began to drive away,
he felt the tears pool in his eyes,
and to himself,
he smiled.

The bump the car went over woke him up. 
He ran his fingers through his hair and pushed it back,
he looked out of the window.

There was a park,
a playground,
a set of swings,
a basketball court.

There was a group of school kids playing,
on the playground,
on the set of swings,
on the basketball court.

He subconsciously tapped his finger,
as the basketball bounced up and down.
The ball rolled away,
the little girl ran to get it,
she caught his eye and recognized him.

She smiled and waved,
he waved back. 
She ran back excitedly to tell her friends,
he smiled.

The car pulled up to a studio,
he had work to do.
There were millions of fans outside,
he had work to do.
He took a breath and stepped outside.
He smiled.

A smile can mean a great many things.
It can express joy,
it can hide sorrow.

For one person,
one with a lost childhood,
one who had to grow up too fast,
one who worked instead of played,
one who was in constant fear,
a smile meant many things.

When he wanted to cry,
to hide the tears,
he smiled.

When he longed to play,
but had to work instead,
he smiled.

When he seemed to have pleased his father,
and escaped the belt,
he smiled.

When he didn't know what to do,
feeling confusion, hurt, or anguish,
he smiled.

He smiled. 
It was the one thing,
the only thing,
he was sure he could do.

May you rest in peace,
my angel.
Michael Joseph Jackson.
August 29th, 1958 - June 25th, 2009. 

For me, Michael is like the Marilyn to a lot of people... I've seen people say this about Marilyn, and I feel like it fits my feelings so well for Michael...
I just wish I could go back in time and just hug him. Hug him and tell him that everything will be fine. Show him that people do love him, and that no matter what else happens, I will always love him.