leeismetal

location: Home

mood: grateful

music: Death Cab For Cutie

I've been writing for years, about anything and everything. There's something about looking back at past journal entries that just makes me feel accomplished. Being able to sort through past events and major pieces of my life is a big part of how I deal with problems, because I can usually relate them to past happenings and solve them. That, and it's just nice to have memories that will be with me forever. I don't want to forget one single thing I've done, no matter how stupid, no matter the amount I wish I could take it back, I know it will help me someday : )

Born in California, surrounded by loving family and friends, I lived the first four year of my life in happiness. Blonde hair brighter than sunshine and chubby cheeks, everyone loved me, little miss Lisa Marie. Slightly before turning five, my mother moved me from Escondido, California to the ever-so-amazing Florence, Oregon. Warm sunny days morphed, becoming rainy, and filled with thick salty ocean air. I grew up not having many friends, only Uncle Mikey, Grandma Hazel, Grandpa Paul, and my Mother. Mikey and I would eat sticky honey sandwiches and listen to Led Zeppelin all day, my Mom would work, Grandma would cook all day for the Bed and Breakfast stayers, and Grandpa would go hit on the ladies working at McDonalds. 

Life became littered with friends occurring in patches. Heather & Tosha, Sammy, Marissa, Julie, Desi, and Kristina. I grew up afraid of bad things like weed and drinking, instead I stayed inside playing pokemon, drawing and writing.  I supose my geekyness saved me from a lot of stupid stuff early on.. Would you believe I wanted to be famous back then too? I thought I was pretty cool.. haha..

Towards the end of my 11 years in Florence, a girl named Claire stepped in, moved from California. She brought the passion for a new type of music with her. After being handed a CD of Bright Eyes and AFI, a binge began, of replacing old music for new. After Mikey passed away I didn't much like any of the music he and I had listened to.. 

Years went by and I become accustomed to ALL music. I love it all. Any form of creativity, really. Writing, drawing, painting, music, photography, you name it.

I found myself craving for a place to put all this talent, and I decided I would be famous someday. haha. So when I had the opportunity, I snatched it up and left home. There was nothing left for me in Florence. I came to Eugene with a dream, and just about nothing else.. I lived in "The Space" for a while. A local band (Take Your Last Breath)'s practice space. Which was a tiny, freezing storage unit. I met new friends at Churchill, and hung out with bands. I spent time at Station Seven, a home for teens who don't have one.. For a while I began to have a huge doubt in any of my dreams.. I spent my days listening to music, and writing about everything that I wished would happen... 

One day I got a phone call from a girl at school, she invited me over to her house, and never let me leave. Cassi Taylor and her amazing parents pulled me from a pool of dispair. 

& now i'm standing tall again, ready to continue on trying to make something worth while out of my life.