My name is Giselle Lopez. I'm 17 years old and live in Moreno Valley, California. I'm Mexican, and although I don't speak it as well as I used to, I speak Spanish. I want to learn more Spanish because after a few years of not using it except for gossipping with my friends, it has gotten rusty. I can also speak what little French I learned in high school. Sure, I speak broken French, but you can probably guess what I'm meaning to say. I want to learn Portuguese and visit Brazil one day. As you can see, I have a fascination with romance languages. They're so beautiful!
Things that pique my interest are fashion, night life, socializing, positive energy, collages, alternative lifestyles, etc. Different things interest me, actually. I'm hardly ever bored. I find things to entertain me.
Music is a huge part of who I am. I grew up being taught to appreciate all kinds of music for what they are and that they are an art form. It allows you to let your energy out into the world, whether it be good or bad. No matter what, your energy will be circulating all throughout the world for people to enjoy. I think that's what I love so much about it. I listen to anything and everything, and I truly mean that. I see music as a soundtrack to my life. No matter what, there is always a song playing in my head. I like it that way. If you ask me, music should be playing everywhere you go. It sets the mood.
Now, I'll let you into my personal space, AKA, my room. It is the one place I can go and completely be myself. All my troubles are left at the door when I walk in here. It is my happy, enjoyable, calm place. I hardly ever let people into my room, mostly because it is the one thing I can call my own. If I ever let you in there, know that you mean a lot to me. It's my property.


Closet doors? I say "Fuck 'em!" I liked this shower curtain. You'll also notice there's something written at the top. It reads, "IF THE SILENCE TAKES YOU THEN I HOPE IT TAKES ME TOO" since I'm a Death Cab fan.

My dad's keyboard, the only other belonging I have left to
remember him by. It means the most to me because I remember the first day he bought it. I was about...I wanna say 4, and he'd play songs for me and sing. He was a musician and could play all sorts of instruments. That's where I get my love and appreciation for music. I have my pops to thank for that.


Now that I've shared a bit of my life, I only hope you share a smidgen of yours with mine. Happy blogging.
1 comment:
wow. your room is brilliant. reminds me a bit of my walls (i'm in the process of completely plastering them with magazine ads) and YAY DEATH CAB!
can't wait to read more posts, it seems we have a lot in common :-)
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