Well today was sorta blah for two main reasons. 1, (this is the main reason) I have been sick all day, my stomach is pissed about God knows what. And on the way back to the hotel a tire exploded. Like, literally. So we were driving (ok, my mom was driving, but whatever) and we go under an overpass and BOOM! The left-side rear tire exploded!!!
We were stuck on the side of the road for over an hour. Waiting to get the OK from the insurance and Triple A.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
KC 4 DA WEEK BITCHES!!!
LAWL Imma staying in KC for a couple days to get in on Memorial Day shopping! Haha my mom got us this really cool hotel room for the next couple days and it has a flat-screen TV, two queens, and I get to sleep on a window bed. XD it is so cool! I am going to love it here!!!
I'll update you tomorrow on all the booty I get. (Clothing or boys, I don't care which.)
I'll update you tomorrow on all the booty I get. (Clothing or boys, I don't care which.)
Friday, May 27, 2011
*sigh* I feel left out.
Well on Facebook it says that I'm totally cool about not going to go to Trent's Party, but I'm kinda not. I was kinda looking forward to seeing all my not emo friends. But because my sister is a bitch and wouldn't let me back on the laptop, TL bailed on giving me a ride. So I texted SJ and asked for the address. It took so long I gave up and took a shower. I got out of the shower and he had texted me the address. The party was half over so I decided "screw it. I don't fit in at that party anyway. I'm going to kill things until my fingers bleed." I played Fable all night and although they weren't bleeding, both thumbs have a huge blister.
My Xbox 360 is my only friend. :(
My Xbox 360 is my only friend. :(
Thursday, May 26, 2011
My Internet/Laptop SUX
The previous post was supposed to be posted last night, but it didn't post because my internet was wonky. (Yes I did indeed just use the word "wonky") So now I guess I could just play it cool and act like tomorrow is Promotion, but it is not. It was today. And it was... interesting.
I woke up at 7:43 (LATE LATE LATE) because my phone is broken and I forgot to ask somebody to wake me up in the morning. I got to school around 8:42... Yes, it took me a bloody hour to get ready. My contact in my right eye spazzed out. (I blame Spencer cuz he hit my eye the other day.)
I tried to find my seat without drawing too much attention (no worries, just a rehearsal) and so I sat down in an empty seat in the back and tried to figure out where to sit. My last name starts with V so I knew I would be in the back. Well I got the attention anyway because a teacher came over and started yelling at me saying I couldn't just sit down anywhere. I pointed out the fact that I hadn't wanted to draw too much attention. Short story shorter because I don't really feel like typing the rest, I found my seat.
After rehearsal all the 8th graders hung out in the cafeteria. Besides MC annoying the ever lovin' HELL out of me, I had fun chatting with friends and occasionally laughing cuz one prep's skirt was WAY too short, or WAY WAY WAY ugly.
I went up (in my socks), grabbed my piece of paper, and waited til it was over and left.
Ze End
Last Day Of School!!!
I know, I know, 8th grade isn't "officially" over until after the promotion ceremony on Thursday, but today is last actual day of school. Well, if you can consider Field Day and Locker Clean-Out to be "actual" school. Tomorrow I'm leaving the Middle School FOREVER. Haha I can't wait until Friday! First official day of SUMMER!!!
Today I am going to where my Art Jeans (jeans I draw all over) and a plain white t-shirt. Hopefully I will get some awesome signatures! ;P We have Yearbook Signing 7th period and I haven't ordered a yearbook in 5 years, so I have the opportunity and the means. (I own about 87 bazillion Sharpiis and several blank white t-shirts to draw on with fore-mentioned Sharpiis.)
Haha the funny thing is because people generally only sign the back of a t-shirt I'm going to where my hoodie backwards (I do that a lot...). Not only is it funny and comfy, it means I have a sort of shield between me and other people. (I have issues, OK?)
Today I am going to where my Art Jeans (jeans I draw all over) and a plain white t-shirt. Hopefully I will get some awesome signatures! ;P We have Yearbook Signing 7th period and I haven't ordered a yearbook in 5 years, so I have the opportunity and the means. (I own about 87 bazillion Sharpiis and several blank white t-shirts to draw on with fore-mentioned Sharpiis.)
Haha the funny thing is because people generally only sign the back of a t-shirt I'm going to where my hoodie backwards (I do that a lot...). Not only is it funny and comfy, it means I have a sort of shield between me and other people. (I have issues, OK?)
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Welcome to My World
Everyone sort of lives at their own pace, by a set of rules and principles they accept. And even though these worlds often collide and even merge, they are still somehow separate.
Let me explain:
If you were to enter my mind, and see the world as I do, you would first be overwhelmed by bright, flashing colors, and screamingly loud sounds. You would be stunned, whipped around by the flaring emotions and the spontaneous cravings to LIVE; to move, to speak, to love, to attack. But as the vigor fades, all that is left is a catatonic sleep-like state. Lack of emotion, lack of will, lack anything that defines who we are.
But in lets say, EM's bubble, I think it would similar, but shockingly different. I imagine it is filled with fiery red passion, anger, jealousy, love, and desire. The NEED for things. But also, a bleak gray. A whirlwind of confusion, and frustration. And in the background, a soft yellow. A faintly glowing joy, not always noticeable, but always there.
Or DI. Her world reminds me of an opera. She is the singer. The music is the way she feels. You hear it in the background, controlling what note she sings next. The music appears as if an accent to the voice, but it is truly what makes the sound of song so beautiful. A force to be reckoned with, the music runs the show.
Now, if you haven't noticed, most people are run by their emotions, their most basic desires. Very few people operate on logic, and even fewer do so correctly. But you must have noticed that even though they are alike in some ways, everyone is drastically different from the other.
Let me explain:
If you were to enter my mind, and see the world as I do, you would first be overwhelmed by bright, flashing colors, and screamingly loud sounds. You would be stunned, whipped around by the flaring emotions and the spontaneous cravings to LIVE; to move, to speak, to love, to attack. But as the vigor fades, all that is left is a catatonic sleep-like state. Lack of emotion, lack of will, lack anything that defines who we are.
But in lets say, EM's bubble, I think it would similar, but shockingly different. I imagine it is filled with fiery red passion, anger, jealousy, love, and desire. The NEED for things. But also, a bleak gray. A whirlwind of confusion, and frustration. And in the background, a soft yellow. A faintly glowing joy, not always noticeable, but always there.
Or DI. Her world reminds me of an opera. She is the singer. The music is the way she feels. You hear it in the background, controlling what note she sings next. The music appears as if an accent to the voice, but it is truly what makes the sound of song so beautiful. A force to be reckoned with, the music runs the show.
Now, if you haven't noticed, most people are run by their emotions, their most basic desires. Very few people operate on logic, and even fewer do so correctly. But you must have noticed that even though they are alike in some ways, everyone is drastically different from the other.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
"Her Name is Alice" by Shinedown
("If I had a world of my own, everything will be nonsense")
("Nothing will be what it is, because everything will be what it isn't")
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit drank the wine and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Shaped in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Shapes in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming
She's a locked for meaning for you
This kingdom good riddance good freedom and innocence
Has brought this whole thing down
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into to the window
Shapes in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming
She's a locked for meaning
She's a locked for meaning for you
("In contrary was what it is it wouldn't be")
("And what it wouldn't be it would")
("You see?")
I love this song! I don't even like Shinedown that much, but this song is a 12 out of 10.
The movie sucked though. Just plain disappointing.
The Cheshire Cat was AMAZING.
The End!!!
("Nothing will be what it is, because everything will be what it isn't")
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit drank the wine and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Shaped in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Shapes in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming
She's a locked for meaning for you
This kingdom good riddance good freedom and innocence
Has brought this whole thing down
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into to the window
Shapes in shadows
Alice (Alice)
And even though she is dreaming
She's a locked for meaning
She's a locked for meaning for you
("In contrary was what it is it wouldn't be")
("And what it wouldn't be it would")
("You see?")
I love this song! I don't even like Shinedown that much, but this song is a 12 out of 10.
The movie sucked though. Just plain disappointing.
The Cheshire Cat was AMAZING.
The End!!!
Mood Swing Boogie
Ok we all have mood swings every now and again (and not just chicks, guys are moody too.) Well any way, I don't know about you, but I listen to music that reflects my mood. For example, right now I'm listening to "Mr Brightside" by The Killers. Because it reflects the fact that I want to punch somebody in the face or just scream. It isn't like an emo song or anything, it is just the sound of it that fits.
Now that I can't hear the things that were pissing me off, Imma listening to "Love Drunk" by Boys Like Girls. It fits with the whole "over it" thing. It also just happens to be what popped up on my GrooveShark shuffle. :P
So the listening of music that reflects or influences your mood is hereby dubbed "The Mood Swing Boogie" by You're a Hormonal B**ch. LAWLZ
OMGZ I CAN USE MY BLOG AT SCHOOL!!!
So I'm at school in the computer lab with DI and this isn't blocked. Yay! We were kinda excited. Well, I was anyway.
SJ, TL, and RJ (Ryan) are in the row behind us. :P So I'd rather not type more because the idea of someone reading as I type is creepy.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Technology Sux @$$!!!
Ok I am completely and totally in love with technology. I mean come on, I have a blog for God's sake. But why does it have to be so fragile?!?!?! *sigh* I guess I need to explain:
My phone may or may not ever work again and if it does, it is going to smell like a roasted chicken for the rest of it's existence. More explaining, I know. Well, you see, for dinner we had chicken. I left my phone on the table after I was done eating because my dad asked me to go grab something out of his car. My idiot sibling was too lazy to sort through the dishes and just swept everything into the big chicken pan (full of chicken juice) to carry them into the kitchen. she slid my phone in with them. She didn't bother to do the dishes right then either. So around ten o' clock I started looking for my phone because I use it as an alarm clock in the morning. I have terrible location memory sometimes so I couldn't remember that I had left it on the table. I had my (other) sister call my phone and I followed the sound into the kitchen. There, marinating in chicken broth, was my phone. EWWW. It had been in there for almost TWO WHOLE HOURS. I'm surprised even rang. The screen was just white, no color. I took the battery out and I am currently soaking the back cover in various cleaners and I wiped the rest of the phone down with multi-surface tile cleaner. It was the strongest stuff I could find. The phone still smells like chicken, though. You'd think that would be ok, right? Because chicken tastes good or whatever, but the chicken mixed with the plastic, mixed with tile cleaner makes me want to toss my cookies as far as they will go. I am so sad. My virtually physically indestructible phone was beaten by a delicious protein. I may never look at chicken strips the same again. I will probably be doing the dishes for the next couple of months just so I can make sure my idiot sister never does something like that again.
I miss my phone. :'(
My phone may or may not ever work again and if it does, it is going to smell like a roasted chicken for the rest of it's existence. More explaining, I know. Well, you see, for dinner we had chicken. I left my phone on the table after I was done eating because my dad asked me to go grab something out of his car. My idiot sibling was too lazy to sort through the dishes and just swept everything into the big chicken pan (full of chicken juice) to carry them into the kitchen. she slid my phone in with them. She didn't bother to do the dishes right then either. So around ten o' clock I started looking for my phone because I use it as an alarm clock in the morning. I have terrible location memory sometimes so I couldn't remember that I had left it on the table. I had my (other) sister call my phone and I followed the sound into the kitchen. There, marinating in chicken broth, was my phone. EWWW. It had been in there for almost TWO WHOLE HOURS. I'm surprised even rang. The screen was just white, no color. I took the battery out and I am currently soaking the back cover in various cleaners and I wiped the rest of the phone down with multi-surface tile cleaner. It was the strongest stuff I could find. The phone still smells like chicken, though. You'd think that would be ok, right? Because chicken tastes good or whatever, but the chicken mixed with the plastic, mixed with tile cleaner makes me want to toss my cookies as far as they will go. I am so sad. My virtually physically indestructible phone was beaten by a delicious protein. I may never look at chicken strips the same again. I will probably be doing the dishes for the next couple of months just so I can make sure my idiot sister never does something like that again.
I miss my phone. :'(
OMGZ
You know what is even more adorable than a cute boy making a joke? A cute boy feeling bad because he screwed the joke up. Haha today in S.S. a cute boy did indeed mess up on a joke.
I was leaning back in my desk with my hood over my face (my hoodie was on backwards. Don't ask.). As Spencer walked past he meant to just bop me on the forehead, but caught my eye instead. It ripped a hole in the contact in my right eye (OW). When I told Spencer he looked so guilty it was funny. He looked so sorry, I felt like comforting HIM. Haha.
O and if any of you gossip-mongers read this, yes I did indeed say Spencer is cute, but no, I am not asking him out anytime in the perceivable future. (So stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it!)
I was leaning back in my desk with my hood over my face (my hoodie was on backwards. Don't ask.). As Spencer walked past he meant to just bop me on the forehead, but caught my eye instead. It ripped a hole in the contact in my right eye (OW). When I told Spencer he looked so guilty it was funny. He looked so sorry, I felt like comforting HIM. Haha.
O and if any of you gossip-mongers read this, yes I did indeed say Spencer is cute, but no, I am not asking him out anytime in the perceivable future. (So stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it!)
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Michael Jackson
OK, I know some people love him and honestly I have nothing against him. But come on, who hasn't made at least one MJ joke?
Well, just for the hell of it I looked some up. Here are some of my favorites:
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It is kinda hard to believe MJ isn't gay. He has a song called "In the Closet" for God's sake!
If you play Thriller backwards, you can hear Michael confessing all the names of the boys he touched. That's why it is 14 minutes long.
I just bought a new car stereo... When you shout out "Soul", it plays soul music. When you shout out "Rock", it plays rock music. Some kids ran in front of my car, and I shouted "fucking kids!", and it played Michael Jackson.
Q: Why did Michael Jackson place a phone call to Boyz-2-Men??
A: He thought it was a delivery service.
A: He thought it was a delivery service.
Q: How do you know when it's time to hide at the Jackson residence?
A: When the big hand touches the little hand...
A: When the big hand touches the little hand...
Q: What's the difference between a plastic grocery bag and Michael Jackson?
A: Well, one's an artificial piece of trash that can harm little children,
and the other is used to hold groceries.
Q: What's the difference between Michael Jackson and a refrigerator?
A: A fridge doesn't toot after you take your meat out of it!
A: Well, one's an artificial piece of trash that can harm little children,
and the other is used to hold groceries.
Q: What's the difference between Michael Jackson and a refrigerator?
A: A fridge doesn't toot after you take your meat out of it!
Q: What's the difference between Michael Jackson and greyhound racing?
A: The greyhounds wait for the hares to come out.
A: The greyhounds wait for the hares to come out.
Q: How do you neuter Michael Jackson?
A: Give him spiked gloves and tell him to sing a song.
A: Give him spiked gloves and tell him to sing a song.
Q: Why did Pepsi sign up Michael Jackson for their ads?
A: Because he likes the taste of a new generation.
A: Because he likes the taste of a new generation.
Q: What do Michael Jackson and broccoli have in common?
A: Both are force fed to little boys.
A: Both are force fed to little boys.
I'm bored... Well you get the point. The jokes are funny but completely necessary. Who gives a flyin' flip what a dead guy does?
LOOK AT MY FISHIES!!! --------------->
Aren't they cute?!?!
Click to feed them! (They never get full!!!)
Click to feed them! (They never get full!!!)
So Alone...
I get so depressed when I'm talking to SJ and ET and SJ makes up an excuse not to talk to me (chores and food) and then ET decides she needs to take a shower and they leave me all alone with no way to entertain myself! (Haha ironic right? Because I have the internet at my disposal? Nah? Oh well.)
SO ALONE!!!
(and bored!!!)
SO ALONE!!!
(and bored!!!)
Saturday, May 21, 2011
GAMERZ ARE AWESOMEZ
I <3 video games!
So to all you gamerz out there, you guyz are the bomb! Don't EVER stop gaming!
This post is dedicated to Facebook Freak Gamer: TL!
LMAO
Ok so you all know the basics: lmao, rotfl, lol, ect.
Well I like to say this:
LSHMSFOAIDMT:
Laughing so hard my sombrero falls off and I drop my taco.
Well I like to say this:
LSHMSFOAIDMT:
Laughing so hard my sombrero falls off and I drop my taco.
Surfer Lingo!
Ok, outta of curiosity, I looked up a whole bunch of surfer lingo! Lol some of these are kinda ridiculous! Check 'em out!
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Sentiments
Not every body has someone they can turn to when they need a shoulder to cry on. So turn to the brother next to you and give them a great BIG HUG! Haha.
But seriously, hugz all around! :P
Friday, May 20, 2011
SURF'S UP!!!
LAWL. This week's theme is surfing! HAHA I found this song when I searched "surfing" on grooveshark.com (my favorite music web-site) Plus, surfing goes along with the fact that SUMMER IS HERE!!! LAWLZ.
(if you haven't noticed I say "lol" and "lawl" and add the letter Z to lotz o stuff.)
So get your surfing boogie on!!!
(if you haven't noticed I say "lol" and "lawl" and add the letter Z to lotz o stuff.)
So get your surfing boogie on!!!
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