Why my guitar weeps, even without tear ducts.

So I caved and got a blog. Kill me. However, I am not too sure I can feel too completely pathetic since I don't have a lot to do during my days anyway and this can (in some weird way) make me feel a little productive. Or, just give me another excuse not to do my school assignments or get a job to pay for rent and bills. Which brings me to my next point. I HATE jobs. If you're a sibling of mine this you know already and are not surprised. If you're a random American who somehow stumbled across my blog then all I have to say is this: A. who the hell are you and how did you find my blog since I disabled the search engine option? And B. can you blame me? I mean, who doesn't hate working? I am sure there are some loyal citizens out there who don't mind getting their hands a little dirty to earn an honest living (ahem, my boyfriend for example), and to be honest I have nothing against them. In fact, I wish everyday that I had the work ethic of those amazing hard working individuals. Nonetheless, no matter how many times I try and fool myself I know that I will always hate working a 9-5 job, no matter what the requirements are. There are only a few things I am passionate about in life and not one of them is answering a phone for some snooty boss or scraping bbq sauce off of plastic plates or silverware. No, no. I think I will leave the duties of the business world to those who actually know what they are doing (like my brother Scott for instance).
If you hang around me for about a few weeks you will learn 3 things about me. 3 things that will tell you everything you need to know about how I approach, view and care for my life, the life of others, and the lives of those I care about. Some people call them passions, but as for me it's just everyday life.

1. Warning: The rear hem on the backside of my jeans may sprout wings from time to time.
Yes, I am spontaneous. Flying by the seat of my pants is a daily routine. I don't handle structure very well. Which is probably why I hate holding a job (now it all makes sense!). I hate being told what to do, although I am learning to accept constructive criticism for what it is and what it is not. You can all thank Jordan for that by the way. To me, nothing is more exciting then waking up on a sunny afternoon (yes, that's correct, because I hate mornings so much I choose to sleep through them) with no plans and then all of a sudden finding yourself driving to the coast 3o0 miles away from home just to watch a basketball game with your best friends. People will call me crazy and some may automatically think "my god, with gas so expensive how can she afford to do that? She doesn't even have a job!". Well my friends, it's not what's at the end of the road that matters, its blah blah blah blah. You get the point. Getting there is half the fun for me. When you settle into a routine life gets boring. Not for this 20 year old brod.

2. I can't make any changes. All I can do is write about 'em.
I am deep as the ocean floor.......too cheesy? I thought so too. But seriously, if I am not talking am thinking about something and if you know me then you know I am a serious thinker. I don't talk much (unless I'm under the influence of Shiner Bock) and I mainly express all of my emotions in words. Writing is cool, I love to write and someday I would love to write a novel. However, I think I need to get these commas and other grammatical rules down before I can do that. As for now I'll stick to the poems and other such shenanigans. I am also a very musical person and have recently began to explore the wonders of song writing. So far all I have learned is that it is a complete b****. I have scrounged up enough words and chords to make 2 very simple songs and a half song about my other deep passion. I love the guitar (As my Blog title suggests) and listening to music. Hopefully, before I leave this earth I will learn to play some classic songs and shred a little fiddle (maybe a harmonica, who knows!), but there is where my list of things I want to do before I perish becomes too long and no one wants to hear all that do they? Didn't think so.

3. I love my family and friends.
Enough said. No quirky or creative title for this one because I believe it speaks volumes by itself. I was born into a family of 8. My mother was also one of 8 so I have 27 first cousins on my mother's side. Add them onto the spouses and children they have all bred from their marriages the total comes to about 71 total family members (I am not lying). Believe it or not, I am personally close to every single one of them. We're Czech and proud and whenever a polka hits the radio you can bet we're out there dancing the night away. My father's side is a little bit smaller (ok maybe like 75% smaller, I don't know I'm horrible at math). He has 3 siblings, one of which is his twin sister. I love them all very much but don't get to see them as often due to the distance between us all. Nonetheless when we get together it is a time to be had! Only one of my siblings is married with children. The rest of us Stevenson children are waiting our turn to dance down the aisle. My nephews are my world and I can't even begin to express how much I care for them. Even though we have only one in-law a few of us are in pretty steady relationships. 2 of my sisters are currently involved in what has been long term relationships as well as myself.
Jordan Michael Dees. The reason to my happiness. There is a whole 'nother story to this one, but just know that in a future blog be prepared to be sapped out of your high chair kids. I'm a sucker when it comes to love stories.

So that's me, plain and simple. Just like every other American out there trying to find riches without working too hard but only denying the inevitable. My moods go up and down with the sun. Most days I am happy and may not need to express as much as I just vomited on this first blog. Other days I may be feeling a little sentimental and looking for a few words to work off of while me and my guitar, and maybe the rest of the world, gently weeps.....