A Few Moments

As I sit in my kitchen, watching my sister slowly decline in awake-ness as my mother tries to remember her facebook password, I am acutely aware of life. Quiet moments like this always inspire me to think nostalgic philosophical thoughts. Most turn out to not be that impressive, shall we see how this one turns out? I think yes. 

(me being happy about lat night blogging)

I am aware of life in regard to moments. 

Life is divided up into moments and we are allotted a certain number of them. These moments can be as short as one millisecond or as vast as a decade. Moments can happen within other moments. They can start on their own and end along with dozens of other moments. What I mean to say is, these moments of life are rather unpredictable.

On the day of each humans birth, in fact the very second of our first breath, we are handed a sub conscience notice that our moments have begun. We are not aware of these moments tell we are more or less in our pre-teen years(understand that age is relative, if you were aware of your moments long before the age of six or long after 52 I will not consider you weird). After this epiphany we don't do much with the knowledge until we have another epiphany(which equals a moment) that moments are important. 

That is where I find myself at in the present. Me writing this blog post is, in fact, a moment. Moments came to my attention while I was watching TV. Late at night, I realized I would have been better off sleeping rather then staring at a show I did not care about. My thought process took me along a winding trip with many detours(I made some new imaginary friends) until I came to the conclusion that I wanted to only spend my moments on what was worth my moments. 

I have always wanted a full life. What better way to achieve that then spending time on what is worth my while? 

 What is worth my while are the things I love. Drawing, friends, dancing, thinking, reading, sleeping(which I should be doing right now). Those are a few of my vast collection of delights I have. I want to spend my moments on things like those but I often find myself listlessly surfing facebook or... well, mostly facebook. 

So, down with listlessness! Down with passiveness! I want only the interesting, the uncommon and the passionate! Go Life!!


I am now alone in the kitchen. My mother and sister long been asleep, but I type away and hope that this blog post will be worth the moment you take to read it. Thanks for indulging my socratic thoughts. 

All my moment made enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger. 

Girl In Progress

I hate being ignored.  

I wanted you to know this not because I want you to never ignore me, but so that maybe you could forgive me for it. 

I have always found it necessary to strive for a full exotic wild life so that people would be interested in me. Having everyone fall in love with me is not a bad idea in my opinion.  It's either love or bust for me.  

And I don't think 'everyone' means 'everyone in the entire world',  just everyone in my world.  I love the people in my world. I want so bad to make them happy, to simply be with them always. To know I have hurt them hurts me. It means their love is not justified, I have failed them.  
This is a very selfish thing to think. Who likes to be ignored? I am not unique because of this. 

Whats more, I know I am loved. 

You love me for who I am and what I do. I am not saying this because I want to brag but because it is the truth. I can think of many people that I can always be sure of loving me. But sometimes I look at the pieces of myself, like a clumsy bright sort of puzzle, and wonder why.

All I can think of saying is thank you. Thank you for grace. Thank you for forgiveness. Thank you so so much. 

I want you to know that those times when I say or do something that shows you just how broken I am, it is your love that puts me back together. I don't even care if that is cheesy. I know I will brake again and I am sorry for that.

 My sister says that we can always start over again tomorrow. I am sorry it can't just stay fixed, that we do sometimes have to start over. I am sorry for the times you are disappointed in me. I didn't mean it.

I am just a an insecure girl in progress. Thanks for loving that girl. She loves you back with immense loyalty. 

All my humbleness, The Bursty Blogger. 

P.S. Welcome back to Tallis In Wonderland :)

Goodbye, My Love!

So, I know I have not been posting lately. 

There are two reasons why:

1. I have been exceedingly busy lately because of the start of Pasadena City College classes. I have been attending this community college for three years now and it has never left me wanting for a challenge. I like challenges. Smiley face. 

2. This reason is less understanding. I have been bored with my blog. At this point in my life I am doing a lot of changing and I feel as though my blog will be one of the casualties. Blogging will forever be a love of mine but if it does not evolve when I evolve I will not be able to process what I need to while writing on it. It is time for the Bursty Blogger to move on.

So here is my plan, I am going to rethink what I want and need from my blog. Then I will come back with it all revamped and pretty and ready to make me happy. I like that idea. 

I think lots of art, photos and fashion; how does that sound? Good? Good. 

Well, I will see you soon!

For the last time: All my nostalgic enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger.

For Everyone

Happy Valentines Day!

This day is not just for the couples and lovers in the world, it is for everyone. If you love anyone, let them know. Give your mother a kiss on the cheek. Tell your best friend that their your best friend. And if your in love with someone, go give them a kiss. 

Just be unanimously generous with your love today! 

May God bless you with a wonderfully romantic day!

All my blushing enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

There Is Me Behind a Silver Screen

To reach the main tourist attraction of Los Angeles I merely need to hop on the 134 to the 5 freeway and drive for a bit. With Hollywood so close by you would think I would be enamored with it. 

Tallis Fact:

I am. 

Not the actual place of Hollywood but the filling of it. The people. The actors and actresses that dance behind those big silver screens. Those ones make my head spin. 

Golly, to be a different person every time you go to work must be strange, for that I do respect them. I could never do it, I would very quickly loose myself in the characters I was trying to portray... and I would just be bad at it. 

But why am I so obsessed with them? I spend hours(I am working on this) on IMDB, Internet Movie Database, just looking up what movies my favorite actors are in next. It is a little bit like a disease! 

Well, I think I have figured it out. Watching actors maneuver through stardom is like watching a tightrope walker balance on a rope thirty feet above the floor. Only if an actor falls there is no net to catch him, he falls to the floor of self destruction. Falling off that line of stability possibly has more bitter consequences for an actor then a non-actor because their shame is publicized by dozens of prying camera lenses. 

To get back to my question of why we love watching actors; we watch them because we love watching disasters. Will they fall or not? 

It is like when a train drives head first over a cliff. And it is their own fault. We love it!

I am no different. Wow, I just made myself feel ashamed.   

Hollywood is a circus, just a big glorified circus there for everyones entertainment anyway. No matter how good they are at acting, actors are working for every person in the world. We are the popcorn chewing crowd that determines which movie will be the next box office flop or hit. 

Well, I hope you enjoyed my Hollywood people rant. Now I have to go see who is on cast for The Hobbit. I'll be on IMDB.com if you need me ;)

All my starstruck enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

P.S. Benedict Cumberbatch is the voice of Smoug the Dragon and Lee Pace is an elf! EEeeeee! So excited!

A Fantastic Burst of A Blog

It has been awhile since I have done a Happies post. In fact, it has been to long because life has been a good little whirl of lots of work and school and artwork. Happiness is actually very abundant with myself and I do not know why. Well, here is something adding to the little bubble bursts of goodness.

If you all remember this fantastic fellow,

then you will be THRILLED when you see this trailer.  When I saw it I was so happy! Wes Andersen is such a clever unique director, I love him so much!

Moonrise Kingdom: about two child sweethearts run away together and high jinx in-sue. Yay! High jinx, I love high jinx!  

Doesn't it look so cute and awesome! I is so excited! It is coming out in March or May, one of the 'M' months. I want to come out sooner.  

All my expectant enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger. 

A Charlie and a Dianna

So, you know that little show that has a lot of singing and high schoolers and a hot glee club teacher? It has a all time favorite gay guy and cute nerd in wheel chair? Well, if those descriptions don't ring in any bells I will tell you. 

I am talking about Glee. 

Yes, yes. After you stop squealing and jumping at the mention of... glee.

I found this fun little website called You, Me, & Charlie. What that has to do with glee is that the loverly Dianna Argon started it. I found it and I love it! It has all these different articles that tell of cool this and that. One of the articles I found was about READING!!!!!! 

About girls who read. And it was creepy because it was like reading an article about myself. But I realized that because this article exists there are others out there like me! Woo Hoo! 

Enjoy this wonderful article, and boys, do pay attention.

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

by Rosemarie Urquico

All my book-ish enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger