Directed by Daniel Mercadante
Music by Lullatone (

I found this video yesterday while I was falling through a rabbit’s hole by discovering the band Lullatone.

There’s this cross between joy and melancholy when watching every person laugh. Like you’re seeing only one part of life and as much as you wish the world only contain to this one fixated mood there’s still times of pain we go through.

Yet this is what we long for faraway, outside this realm of life. So while our spirits are lifted high during joy and laughter we are still brought down by the binds we have on this earth…until one day they’ll break. Imagine the rest after that.


June 2010 (email 2)

Second email to them after their first response. This was a week after the first one and I still had a few weeks before college. At the end of this email I had attach a couple of drawings; however, out of sheer embarrassment I will not showcase those draws(had no skill back then).
I edited parts of this for privacy of locations and names involved though I kept the rest untouched. 
Dear M., C., W. and L.,
Maybe I should cut this tie before my entire life savings is used up by you(M.) and my dad…haha jk jk!
Sarcasm is like second nature to me but making a living
on it….sign me up! My mom wouldn’t appreciate that, though, she thinks I need to be less ‘tongue in the cheek’ and more upbeat. Well I am pretty upbeat, but I find amusement throwing sarcastic quibs and watching the people totally overlooking it. I do it to my eleven year old cousin all the time when I text her. She always uses exclamation points when texting, so I’ll be like, ‘I’m going for a run’ and she’ll reply ‘Oh cool! That’s amazing! You’re my HERO!’. Haha, so I have to play along by saying ‘I know right; I love running! AMERICA loves to run!’ I still can’t get her to use a period; tired it–failed at it.
****** is where you live…I think my dad told me once. All I knew was that you guys lived in *****. It’s kind of funny that I’m not a fan of counrty music, since that’s all my mother listens to–24/7. I probably got sick of it.
 Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood attend your church; ****** has NO ONE that famous living here. Here’s all you need to know about ******: we have the best school system in the county(I’m not lying), we love our football, we have the oldest marching band in ******( I was in it, trumpet), we love our football, we worship our football coach(I don’t), we love our football, we have no theater(WHYYY 😥 ! ), have I mention we love our football. Yeah you get the point, without football, D. would…well the community would be completely lost. We also have a distaste for P., our rivals in football. I think it’s stupid. I sometimes wish the community would turn out for the Cross Counrty meets. None of my frineds outside of the sport would show up–except Tosh because she rocks. Aside from the rant, ****** is a quiet, peaceful place to live if you would like that old 50-ish tv-show theme.
Okay, for famous peeps, Matt Thiessen, lead singer of Relient K, supposedly lives in Canton, Ohio, which is *******mins from here. My best-friend and I plan to find him one day (please note that I am a fan of Relient K), in hopes of a mini concert for us. The best person who came from ******** is Bob-flippin’-Peterson! Forget Gump,though he is cool, Bob Peterson is my hero! You know that movie ‘Up’–the one that was sorta popular last year. Yeah, he was screenwriter/co-director/voice of Dug and Alpha. You’ve been PWNatized by me (i just made that word up)!  It’s pretty awesome for him coming from here, since what he is doing is what I want to do. So that’s like the only cool thing about ***** in general.
That’s dumb that you got in trouble for drawing in school, that’s like the only thing I do! Language Arts was notorious for my best drawings in school! Drawing was my lifesaver for Physics, and I would draw on Pre-Cal tests in hope for some extra credit! The extra credit never came, but I did just fine without it. Anyway times-are-a-changin’ I guess, since the teachers didn’t care if I did draw. Haha, don’t worry about the time to download them, they’re already on my computer. It’s more or less the time to write that I have trouble with.
W. draws clothes is sweet! I draw mostly people so clothing is an asset-it needs to be. I have a hard time picturing M. at a community college painting, kinda funny actually! So pics are attached to this email, and I wouldn’t mind seeing some of W.’s works. Pleassssssesssss.
Talk to you guys soon or at least in the near future……I talk too much :/ too much to say.
Love Courtney
P.S. some of the drawings were on school work

June 2010 (email 1)

This might be an odd thing to have as my first post: an email I sent to my Uncle close to four years ago. At this point of time I have never met any of them(at least not yet during this point). Only being eighteen I was pursuing better relationships with people I was close to(or should have been close to) and these emails I sent became the first stepping stones of the person I am today. 
It’s amusing reading all these emails now. How much of a spaz I was and how obvious I was in trying to hide many of my insecurities underneath this faux-confident chill facade I had going then. So much change was about to happen in the coming months. Not just my transition into college but even my walk with God and the character changes that came with it. 
I suppose a part of me is posting these emails to show the evidence of God and the power he has in transforming people. I hardly resemble this girl three and half years ago. And the next three and half years from now I will possibly be saying the same thing now. In that idea it gives me hope of a better future. Despite my current situation with my faithless thoughts about graduating and career I look back on these and see the evidence that God is taking care of everything. 
I’m not sure if I’ll post all of these since they get personal(I will not be posting the replies back however) but I’ll try and keep them as true as they were when I first sent them. Also I will post other such writings than just these–you’ll see.
This email better be right because if not, then I just petrified some random and unfortunate being from me being all spazzy and creepy. Lawlz! Okay, like I was saying, it’s Courtney. You know, the kindhearted yet cynical teen daughter of your long lost brother, which by the way, says that he doesn’t need to talk all the time to you because both of you have nothing in common to talk about. Although, I have friends where I have nothing in common and are polar opposites when it comes to personalities, yet we talk all the time because we have shared memories.:) Anyway I, unlike my dad, would like to keep in-touch because I go all sentimental when it comes to family and friends but that could be a symptom from graduating.

Oh yeah, I graduated from high school while maintaining a 3.5 gpa because I’m hot stuff (i’m lying on the hot stuff part, and no I’m not being vain.) So I’m suck-ish at grammar, Physics was my ban of existence. My sanctuary was located in the basement with cockroaches (yes, my school has those), which always played country music(I’m not a fan); this class is Art. Excuse me for my inner art nerd. Math was cool this year because my teacher’s hair defied against gravity, and he was obsessed with Ohio sport teams(Browns are never going to be good!); he also couldn’t pronounced Chewbacca, nor many other things because he had an accent of who knows where. Trust me, this guy is pretty cool though I think he won me over for giving out Laffy Taffies. French class was all girls except the foreign exchange student from France. I called him Frenchie or French Boy instead of his real name. Hehehe, he also got a B in French once. Band is lame. Photography was wicked, and Financial Fitness was the GREATEST class I have ever taken.

 Hmm okay, I told you the low-down of this past year of my Senior year. I’m good. Email me back or not. It shouldn’t hurt me too bad if you don’t. Haha. I would love to keep in contact–i won’t be a clingy leech.

Please note–I’m a very sarcastic/funny person. Sorry if I ever come off as being arrogant or rude. I’m not XD.