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Writer's Block: A Bargain at Any Price [Dec. 27th, 2008|01:30 am]
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No matter what their budget is, everyone loves a bargain. What item or object do you love the most that cost you the least?


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This huge one-pounder box of bobby pins, it cost like 2 bucks and it's pretty much never ending. I use them everyday.
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"Stupid, unreliable vampire" A continuation of reading in the midst of Hype [Dec. 26th, 2008|01:56 pm]
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     Well, I have now finished the 8th chapter of Twilight and I'm still having trouble dredging on. I concluded that these chapters 1-8 could probably have been compacted into two smaller, tidy chapters. Its really all over the place. Don't get me wrong, I'm following, but it's kind of hard not to.

    Now, I don't know much about Stephanie Meyer, but I'd assume that she's "well read," although I hate that expression. I got a major kick out of Bella's choice to "re-read" Jane Austen in her spare time, and her fervent desire to write her Shakespeare essay a week before the due date on "the treatment of Shakespeare's female characters being misogynistic" which boggled the minds of her classmates. She blows every other high-school student out of the water with her coolness. Her dis-enthusiasm for normal high school activities, such as going to the school dance, or shopping for clothes is possibly written to give Bella an edge, an intriguing seperation from the rest. Her nonchalance is really what intrigues the new people around her, her constant refusal of possible dates and young boys throwing themselves all over her is never repeated, even to her friends. Instead, she seperates herself from gossip, and her nonchalance takes over, stricktly using her friends as an information source on her main obsession, Edward Cullen, and an occasional ride to the local "fun- spots".

     She is not impressing me as a main charachter so far, her characteristics are not heroine-worthy, although they try hard to be. The allusions to Jane Austen, although forced and seem to have little point, do, however, bring to mind her heroines. They are a tad similar to Bella. Fanny Price, in particular. They are both outsiders, yet intriguing to people around them. They are smart, into literature, and have a soft spot for the handsome man who is exceptionally out of reach. In this case, Edmund Bertram is compared to Edward Cullen, but only because their names are so similar. "But the hero of [Mansfield Park] was named Edmund, and that was just too close. Weren't there any other names available in the late eighteenth century?" Snore. Not to mention MP and S&S were both published in the early 19th century. Because of this one similarity, Bella can't bear to continue reading Mansfield Park and puts it down.
     If you ask me, there are more similarities between Edmund and Edward than just their names, and giving her the benifit of the doubt, something tells me that Meyer was being coy with her simple-minded allusion. Hopefully.

    More on Bella's nonchalance: Her calling her parents by their first names also puts Bella's "coolness" into play, giving her something that readers who are her age might envy. A seperation from the paternal wing, an independance that most teenagers don't experience. Her father is a real nothing, and Bella seems to share an odd spousal relationship with him, often cooking for him, waiting for him to come home, calling him "Charlie".

    Since I've heard so much about these "vampires" and the mystery of the Cullens themselves in the first 8 chapters, I obviously know they are vampires. So as I'm impatiently reading about how these people might be bad guys, or good guys, I'm screaming inside "get to the point already!" The hype is certainly not helping in that aspect.

     While flandering around the largely vague idea that there may be vampires in Forks, Bella's first person narration gets tedious. The constant debate with herself, the wrestling with her wonderment, the feeling guilty of her accusations, they're all quite mundane. There is only so much you can describe until it begins to seem monotonous. Her constant reflections back to Edward Cullen are present in the first 8 chapters more than he is, and since I know they end up together, the refrences don't intrigue me, they just irk me. I feel like I should have probably started in the middle of the book.

     Hype about the character of Edward Cullen alone has been overwhelming, so I was eager to actually "meet" the guy, and see what this "adorable chemistry" and "great connection" was all about. Of course, this is what I've heard from squealing girls who have read it, telling me that the way he treats her is just "perfect". That's when I just had to read it. Because of that word. Perfect. Now, I've attempted to "breeze through" this novel, just as so many people have told me they did, "in one night," and yet, it still keeps falling from my hand. I have to say, it did reach nightstand status recently, but only because i had to put it down somewhere when I fell asleep reading it. Just kidding, its not that bad. I'm just criticizing the hell out of it for fun. 

     Edward doesn't intrigue me, even with the obvious presentation of his "flawless features" and ability to "dazzle" every girl who comes within a ten-foot radius of him. There is no subtlety with Edward. Even though he is supposed to be one giant mystery, his outwardly gorgeous features and oblivious cockyness frustrate me. He should be more mysterious. Instead, on their first date, he refuses food, forgoes his soda, and orders Bella to "Drink" and eat while he watches. All the while, Bella doesn't think this is weird at all. I don't think the "insta-connection" between them is realistic at all, let alone romantic. This guy is a weirdo if you ask me, mabye even a little creepy. I keep wondering when the hell he will stop being the cliche example of gentlemanly and start being fierce. Oddly enough, Bella is floored with his cliche attempt at being chivalrous, despite her awareness of misogyny in Shakespearean literature.

I better stop blabbing. I'll keep reading.
 




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Reading a book on "oh so much Hype." [Dec. 21st, 2008|12:11 pm]
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So it is my winter break, and I have decided that I am going to do the one thing that I have NOT wanted to do for so long. Read Twilight.

I'm sick of hearing about it, and I'm sick of thinking "what's all the hype about?" so i decided-- to dive in.

I bought the cheapest copy I could find in Borders which was a paperback half the size of the original hardcover version. This one had the two leads from the movie on the cover. So teenager. So I bought it for $7.99. Hope it was worth the eight bucks.

Now, I've read the first four chapters, and I'm still slightly disinterested. I find myself generously skimming through parts where "Bella" is elaborately brushing her teeth or looking out the window,and try to find actual events crucial to the plot.

Everyone who I've run into that's read it gives me the famous, "I read the whole thing in one night" or "i stayed up till 5 in the morning cause I couldn't put it down." Me, I'm not quite there yet. I keep my copy next to the toilet, and so far, it's stayed there. I feel like once I "can't put it down" it may reach nightstand status.

I'll keep you posted.

But to sum it up, I hate giving into the hype. SOme things are not exciting for me once I've heard ALLLLL about them. Let's see how it lives up.
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Raw food diet. [Dec. 8th, 2008|07:43 pm]
SO, i'm doing this stupid diet. Here's what I ate today.

Grapefruit.
Soaked almonds.
Those were the only "raw till dinner" foods I ate... then I ate
A veggie burger on sprouted wheat.
and a raw salad with some balsamic vinegar.
Rice and chick peas with indian spices.
2 Nature's choice creme cookies. (like faux oreos)

How do I feel: pretty good. A little bit hungrier than I'd like to be. But i'll live. Every recipie i look at looks like the Chronicles of Narnia, but I'll stick to the "raw till dinner" Plan for now.
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"High School Musical" on giving into the hype, again. [Nov. 16th, 2008|08:27 pm]
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     Regretfully, I have not been resisting enough the pull of traveling to the movie theater and seeing "High School Musical 3". The pull has gotten to me. And now-- it has pulled me in.

     I can't resist its campiness, its outward conservativeness, utter cheerfullness, work-out-worthy dancing, and "singing in your seat" songs. I'm defeated. Really, I am. There is not much more to say than:  I have given away my soul. I have blissfully thrown it to pop culture with my wide-eyed grin at the silver screen discovered by my younger sister as she nudged me and said, "I wish you could see your face right now".

     And in the midst of this experiance, I have discovered something else about myself: my weakness for a sweaty, uber-muscular, slender, slightly manlier, tanned and obvioiusly styled-- Zac Efron.

    I prayed to moses that no one I knew would see me as I dragged my resistant roommates to a 10:45 showing of it a few nights later. We were the only ones in the theater. There I was, a twenty-year-old college student, sharing my deepest secret in the darkness of a movie theater. It was larger than life, the sound was bigger than ever, and the boys were cleanly shaven angels twinkling with happiness. Now, of course, they really don't look like that in real life, my roommates reminded me. "I know, and they don't disregard all aspects of time in real life either." But that didn't bother me. I liked the carelessness, and wished I could live a part of my own life in the midst of a High School Musical.

     For some reason, Zac's sometimes feminine falsetto voice didn't bug me. Either did his basket ball drilling crystal blue-eyed yearn for musical theater in Juliard. Poor little confused soul, he already got a scolarship for basketball! I was already sucked in.
     Most of the time I'm oddly secceptable to corniness, and strangely aware if something doesn't sound right. But all standards are forgotten when I'm watching a musical. I have completely different standards when it comes to Musicals. I forget every classic I've read, I forget every screenwriting class I've taken. I forget the formulas for a successful movie, and just sit there, with my jaw dropping. Its funny really, and when I asked my roomates if they loved it, they genuinely, and positively responded with "this is your thing". I smiled back, content with the acceptance they gave me in this somewhat disheartning, in some cases deal-breaking fascination I hold close to my heart.

Go Wildcats!?

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Sometimes [Jan. 10th, 2008|11:19 pm]
Glee.
A strange word, yet the only feeling
that i can feel
when i think of you.

Never thought you would come back.
Never thought you would stay here.
Be satisfied where you are,
with me.

Yet here you are.
In my arms again.
The tides have changed,
and the current is sweeping
over my eyes.

I fear waking up
for the sheer thought
of loosing this gift, this closeness.

This closeness I have longed to feel
for months.
this closeness that I thought
i would have to wait years to even fathom.
Is here.
so fast
unexpectantly.

But all i feel is glee.
Happiness for you and me.

My baby, my lover,
I am in your arms again
I can feel your skin on mine,
feel your gentle hold as I fall asleep.
I can feel comfort in your eyes again
in your words again,
in your song again.

I can stop wishing time away now
and I can spend it with you.
I can spend it with you.

Sometimes
I'm glad you took your journey.
So we can appreciate what we have.
So we can appreciate what we are.
So far for so long. Now we are so strong.

Thank you.
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Isnt it? [Nov. 5th, 2007|01:22 pm]
Isnt college supposed to be the best part of your life, the most fun?
I'd rather nothing than spend those years with you.
Parties, drinking fun.. those should all be shared with the ones you love.
Will we look back on these years with regret because we didn't spend them in their entirety with each other?
Or will we bask in the pride we took from carrying the burdeon of a long distance relationship?
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i feel that song in my soul. [Nov. 2nd, 2007|01:15 am]
"Believe me when it's said
there is music that comes
from the love that we spread.
And I feel that song in my soul"

The week before he left, they were inseparable. Talking, laughing, holding each other, listening to each other play music, playing music together. It was beautiful. It was something unforgettable, something worth writing about.
Beautiful music came from the two of them. It flowed out of them like wine. Sweet wine ready to be drunk. The music was powerful, it was convincing, it was emotional and raw, it was chemistry.
Words and melodies would melt together with smooth, silky voices, both unique in tone and inflection. It sounded effortless, and the meaning behind it was even more compelling. A magnetic force surrounded the two of them when they played. When one would play and one watched, the rest of the world stopped, leaving only three things in the world. The two of them, and the guitar.
Words they sang were about their love, their previous loves, heartbreak and the people they once were and the people they want to become. On that hot August night, they sat in his childhood bedroom and played to their heart’s desire.
The words dripped off his tongue as he sang. The raspy and sensual quality in his voice left her wanting more, left her believing in his song. She dove deep into her soul to retrieve emotions she had never felt before as the words about their love came out in a way so genuine, so pure that only she could believe they were true. And they were. Every word he sang, he sang with confidence. He sang with pride and elegance as she was reduced to tears. These words were just what she needed. She believed in them and she believed in that moment that their love could conquer all.
When the singing was done, he laid the guitar gently on it’s stand, and time began to tick again. The time was always ticking when they were together, because they knew they only had so much of it. He sat on his bed facing her and wiped her crystal tears with his strong musical fingers. She didn’t know how to express how that song made her feel. She never could put those words together, for they were too strong. But she looked at him, and he knew how much she loved it. She knew what it meant. He held her face in his hands and kissed her with a kiss so gentle and loving, that she felt her throat tighten up again as if more tears were about to fall. His lips perused hers; speaking to her in a language only they understood. This was love, she thought. They were astonished to feel so strongly for one another, and astonished that the next day, he had to go. He had to leave her.
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Sun day [Oct. 22nd, 2007|12:32 am]
[Mood | contemplative]

I didn't know what I wanted to get out of this sunday. I didn't have any ambitions when I woke up in the morning, but instead, I found myself looking for an epiphany. I found myself looking around and seeing things differently. More than I have been seeing for quite some time now.
Maybe its the fact that the seasons have changed, and now the leaves are beautiful colors. Maybe it has something to do with how the autumn reflects my character right now, or how beautifully the reds and the auburns and oranges mix together in the trees and reflect in the lake. But I felt something different today.

I decided to go to church, which is totally out of character for me, but with my grandmother sick, I felt it was the least I could do, to pay a visit to the one place I feel most confused and most enlightened. I took my sisters with me and we sat in the aisle.

The pews were glistening with wooden finish and the chorus was already singing His praises. I didn't know how to feel, what I was looking for, or why I was there for the first time in many months. I sat down and tried to pick only the pretty sounds of the choir with my ears while trying hard to ignore the off key resinance of some high notes. I recalled my innocence.

Falling asleep on Daddy's shoulder during mass, wanting to bring in my stuffed animals, wanting to just play all day and not be subjected to this torturous hour where I had to dress my best and sit and pretend to listen. I looked around me.

I saw the tinyest petite fragment of a girl. She must have been around four. But her features were so delicate, and so very small. She was a picture, and her hair was light brown and it was tied up on the side with a purple bow, to match her outfit. Of course she clinged to her mommy's shoulder and stared in my direction as I looked upon the alter in hopes of finding God knows what. Her little blue eyes pierced into mine as she nibbled on cheerios from a small container. I watched her little fingers reach into the container and pull out the cereal snack one by one. In between the priest's sermon, and ironically everytime he took a pause, she would crunch fiercley on a cheerio. Almost as if she had it planned. She distracted my attention from this well intended lesson, but righfully so. This girl, so tiny that she could barely be seen from the back while sitting on her mother's lap, had such an innocence and power that she could have commanded the whole parish with one bite of her cheerio.

I knelt when I was supposed to, and prayed when i wanted to, but overall, felt more of a sense of peace than I had in a while. With my sisters by my side, I felt like I belonged again. There, in that church that I grew up falling asleep in my daddy's shoulder in, I felt home. Was it because of God's presence? Was it because I was familliar with the surroundings? Or was it still just the blending colors of the leaves outside? Would these questions be answered? I didn't think so. All i could do was sit there and pray. Pray for my grandmothers, pray for my parents and my sisters, my cousins, friends, and the love of my life. Despite of all my curiosity and questioning of religion. I had to sit there and thank God, because I had no one else to thank. I needed to thank Him and tell Him everything that has been going on in my mind, and ask him to heal me, because, I have no one else to turn to.

Maybe I'll find out what I believe soon. Maybe it won't be that big of a deal, Maybe the little girl distracting me from the sermon was a sign, a sign that the smallest fracture of a thing could distract you from what's really there, or what really isn't. Maybe it can distract you from belief in general. Maybe we need to get past this together. Me and my sisters. Me and my friends.

Maybe this metaphor is a sign that not just the leaves are changing, I as a person, am changing too.
Maybe I need to admit this now,
before i cast away any more of my beliefs.

I think I could believe in something if I just put more faith in myself first. Before anything else
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Morning [Oct. 16th, 2007|04:19 pm]
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Morning

empty in its presence, yet poiniant in its air.
I know I have to get up. Arise.
And start my day.
But I just want to go. Hide away.
Not breathe.
Not eat.
Not want to cry.
Have no emotion.
No needs.
Its not neccisary for me to wake up.
Because I have
nowhere to go
nothing to feel
no one who needs me.
I don't need to
look at my clock
or set my alarm,
becuase maybe-- if I'm lucky
I won't wake up today.
I'll sleep this day away
Maybe dream of a happier time.
A time before, when I didn't need to feel
like I'm struggling to manage,
barely managing to balance.
Without you here. Without you here.
But for now, I'll just rise.
Wash my hair, and dry my eyes.
And go throughout my day
regardless of what
I'd rather be dreaming of.

- I wrote this in Planet earth class when the teacher was talking about plate boundaries and basaltic magma. Hope you like. Maybe you can relate.
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sonnets anatomy [Aug. 4th, 2007|02:04 am]
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But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
- shakespeare sonnet #1

BEAUTIFUL and so true. People don't appreciate themselves enough.

i hope you all like my new usericon.. of jenny lewis. i made it myself woo hoo. thats another one of my hobbies. (making tiny icons out of bigger pictures, sprucing them up and all. i love it. I had a big thing for a while there making greys anatomy ones cause i'm obsessed with the show.

Jenny's my hero. yayyyyy
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it's finally here. [Aug. 3rd, 2007|04:19 pm]
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[Mood | good]
[Music |Rachel Yamagata- 1963]

Well, its finally approaching. The day where anthony (my boyfriend) transfers to UNCA in Asheville N.Carolina.

And i'm here in New Jersey. Enough said.

I knew he was transfering, but I cant believe the day is actually almost here. He's leaving on the 15th and I'm really nervous/excited for him. This is going to be so difficult. Long distance relationships are very tough. But I have a feeling we can get through this. We are a strong couple and we love each other very much. It's just really hard to know he's going to be 700 miles away. The anticipation of him leaving is killing me more than the actual fact that he's leaving though. I've known he wanted to transfer since the day I met him. I just can't believe how time flew by like that.

It seems like just yesterday (it was November 9th of last year i think) I saw him at the open mic for the first time. So poised, so confident, and cool. Just him and his guitar. When he put on the harmonica I knew it had to be love. I can't believe that he's leaving. But I Know he's going to have such a great time.

All i need to do is be cool, and be there for him.

Anyway, sorry for boring everyone with the drama in my life.

MUSIC: i'm going to my producer's house on monday-ish and we're gonna lay down some tracks and work out some arrangments to my new songs... And sunday Bob (my manager) and I and Vikkie are going to go into the city and shoot some new pictures because the old ones are getting kind of.. well old. I want to shoot them more relaxed and more "myself". So i'll put those babies up when i get em.

I want to cut my hair so bad as well... speaking of new look. I want it short so baddd i hate it long even though it feels real pretty when i straighten it. But it's just such a pain. ANYWAY... thanks for the comments and I hope everything is well with everyone who reads. xoxox

- Amanda
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california, here we come. [Jul. 31st, 2007|12:45 am]
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[Mood | blah]
[Music |Phantom Planet- California]

Well.. me and Julie just finished the last ever episode of the OC, which means our summer ritual is now over, and me and my sister are going to have to find something actually productive to do with our free time. I want more seasons :(

So tonight I met with the band.. which was awesome... We met at Bob's house... it was very fun, we jammed on the album songs, and went over the ones we haven't played in a while. Vikkie came over and taped the rehearsal, maybe she'll use it for the new "youtube" video she's making for me. (Vikkie is my best friend who's going to school for film) Its gonna be cool. So we talked strategy and dates for performing which was awesome. We're gonna start booking some more shows and i cannot be more excited. I'm super psyched to start playing live again.

This year was really hard for me with everything that happened, adjusting to school, basically becoming a new me. It was very hard, but I overcame it with the help of my family, my best friends, and my wonderful boyfriend whom I met this past year. My life hasn't been the same since I met him. You gotta get inspiration for songs somewhere right! But anyway, now i'm playing and writing again and i couldn't be happier, or thank the people i work with more for being there for me even though i'm a nutcase sometimes.

Can't wait to start playing out again... i'm gonna write a little bit, and then head off to bed. I'm super tired. Goodnight all.
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shake your moneymaker [Jul. 27th, 2007|10:31 am]
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[Mood | blank]
[Music |Rilo Kiley- Shake your moneymaker]

Good morning everyone... I just woke up and it feels okay. Yep just okay... I don't know if i'm in a good mood yet, or a bad mood... i cant decide.. well i guess that all depends on what happens next, right?

But this is a good sign-- i had the brand new rilo kiley song stuck in my head when i woke up which is strange, because its barely out yet and i don't even have it downloaded.. i just listened to it a couple of times on myspace likee ohh... a week ago. wierd. BUT.. i still, thats good news toward accumulating points for a good day...

Speaking of Rilo Kiley, they are playing in Webster hall on September 22nd and 23rd and METRIC is playing on the 20th in the same place! im so totally excited, and im absolutley going to all of them. WHooot.

I had a lot to do over these past few days, but they weren't very important or crucial to the development of my life or anything.. which makes me feel like kind of a bum. The things include;
- Seeing hairspray for the 2nd time in theaters
- Having breakfast with my best friends
- Meeting with Bob the great
- Some quality time with the sister
- And hiking down to south jersey to see my lovely boyfriend.

They were all very fun, and I am enjoying this summer a lot. Speaking of hairspray... I have an inconsolable newfound minicrush on Zac Efron. He is so cute, he just makes me want to release girlish giggles and then sigh. I was ashamed to say it because my ten year old and sixteen year old sisters were obsessed with him when "high school musical" came out. I was like "aw how cute" and whatever, but seriously, he's a mini heartthrob.
::SWOON:: That crush was soon deflated for my younger sister tho when she dated the guy who played "Troy Bolton" in her high school's version of High school Musical, and he turned out to be a little less dreamy.

Oh well, it's time to go downstairs and greet the family, and start my wonderful day of nothingness...

- Amanda
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first entry [Jul. 26th, 2007|01:09 am]
[Mood | tired]
[Music |Jason Mraz- Mr. Curiosity]

Hellooo... My name is amanda carl, and this is my blog! yahh! i Decided to make one so people who like my music can get to know me a little better, hopefully you can get to see a little bit about my life.. with the occasional video and whatnot... I think this is a very good idea and am excited to see reactions... I will be requesting friends with similar interests, so if you see a semi random friend request, it is just because I liked your page, and we are interested in the same sort of thing ( pretty much the same music artists and such) hopefully you will read a little and maybe listen to my music too..

I just really want to get personal with the people who take the time to read on what i've been up to. So thank you for reading, and hopefully, with the risk of sounding corny, will join me on my journey of this next album and ect.

A little bit about me: I'm from the North Jersey area, I'm a singer/songwriter and I have one album recorded. It's called On What You Love and it is on sale on iTunes, and CD baby, as well as Amazon.com and other places i'm not even aware of, lol. Writing is my passion and along with songs, i write short stories, poetry and screenplays which maybe i'll post on here sometimes. Basically I love anything that has to do with words and music.

As for listening to music, i am interested in the independant genre mostly. I like chick writers/singers like Jenny Lewis and Tristan Prettyman, along with Kate Havnevik, Imogen Heap, Tegan and Sara, Emily Haines (Metric) Ect, ect. I really like that scene... thats just a little about me. any questions or anything just comment me. My myspace page is www.myspace.com/amandacarlmusic and my website is amandacarl.com.

I'll start writing on this thing more very soon. Probably tomorrow, but its late and a girl's gotta get some sleep. I saw John Mayer last night (Also another one of my favorites) and i'm very very tired. Yawn. Goodnight.
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