Saturday, September 4, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Today was strange.
I hung out with a bunch of new people. People I never even considered as possible friends. Well, not just friends but really close friends. The kind of people you hang out with in and outside of school. But somehow these four girls made my night. It was totally unexpected. I think back to earlier today when I almost turned their movie offer down. I'm glad I didn't.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I just found.
Fight Club fanfiction hidden on my computer? Really? REALLY? It's dated from 2008.
Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Marla’s slightly glazed over eyes watched the swirl smoke from her drag drift upwards, slowly vanishing in the soft, but cold, breeze. Well, fuck. She thought. That was the most beautiful thing she’d seen all day. Today had been just another Tuesday. Wake up. Smoke. Fall back asleep. Wake up again. Smoke. Drag self to support groups. Hang around Tyler’s. Smoke. Have sex with Tyler. Smoke. Drag self back to support groups. Go home and masturbate to Disney soundtracks. Smoke. Currently, she was enjoying one of the many scheduled smokes.
Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Marla’s slightly glazed over eyes watched the swirl smoke from her drag drift upwards, slowly vanishing in the soft, but cold, breeze. Well, fuck. She thought. That was the most beautiful thing she’d seen all day. Today had been just another Tuesday. Wake up. Smoke. Fall back asleep. Wake up again. Smoke. Drag self to support groups. Hang around Tyler’s. Smoke. Have sex with Tyler. Smoke. Drag self back to support groups. Go home and masturbate to Disney soundtracks. Smoke. Currently, she was enjoying one of the many scheduled smokes.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
From August 9th, 2010.
I am currently sitting in my bunk, cooling off peacefully. other than the high pitch squeal of the dehumidifier and the tiny but constant fear of the upper bunk falling on top of me, I feel great. The trio has pretty much ignored me so far. Every once and I while I miss one of them but goo times, which are frequent, with Emily and Gabby wash them away.
Marching basics this morning sucked but were fun at the same time. It's nice to know what I'm doing. Being at camp makes me remember things that I wouldn't at home. When I think of band camp when I'm not AT camp I always remember the obvious things. Practice, ugh. Food, ugh. The things I forget are that after practice I'm tired and sweaty but I also feel accomplished. And the food is the kind of food that I want after being on the field for three hours. Heavy and solid. When I'm starving from working my ass of, I NEED food. Any food.
Last night's adoptions were hilarious. Gabby was betrothed to "CJ". Emily is now married to Conor. I'm in a very untraditional threesome with the lovely Arianna and the adorable Kelsey. My child's name is Maddy. She's a clarinet. I think she's scared of me but that's okay. She'll learn.
I hate sweating. I hate sleeping bags and I hate Jesus Freaks but I love band camp.
Marching basics this morning sucked but were fun at the same time. It's nice to know what I'm doing. Being at camp makes me remember things that I wouldn't at home. When I think of band camp when I'm not AT camp I always remember the obvious things. Practice, ugh. Food, ugh. The things I forget are that after practice I'm tired and sweaty but I also feel accomplished. And the food is the kind of food that I want after being on the field for three hours. Heavy and solid. When I'm starving from working my ass of, I NEED food. Any food.
Last night's adoptions were hilarious. Gabby was betrothed to "CJ". Emily is now married to Conor. I'm in a very untraditional threesome with the lovely Arianna and the adorable Kelsey. My child's name is Maddy. She's a clarinet. I think she's scared of me but that's okay. She'll learn.
I hate sweating. I hate sleeping bags and I hate Jesus Freaks but I love band camp.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Because I'm lazy and guilty.
Three names I go by:
1. Sara.
2. Sarafina.
3. Surahh.
Three jobs I’ve had:
1. Waitress.
2. House sitter.
3. Garden Care Taker.
Three places I’ve lived:
1. Taylor, MI.
2. Riverview, MI.
3. Stormalong Harbor.
Three favourite drinks:
1. Arizona Green Tea with Apple.
2. Arizona Southern Style Sweet Tea.
3. Vanilla Silk.
Three TV shows I watch:
1. Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations.
2. Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
3. Flapjack.
Three places I’ve been recently:
1. Chopstick Inn.
2. Band Camp.
3. Right here.
Three places I’d like to visit:
1. China. All of it.
2. The Philippines.
3. Rwanda.
Three favorite old TV shows:
1. Lizzie McGuire.
2. The Powerpuff Girls.
3. Courage the Cowardly Dog.
Three favorite dishes:
1. Honey Walnut Chicken.
2. Tamales.
3. Dried Mango.
Three make-up products I cannot live without:
1. Eye liner.
2. Chap-stick.
3. Shimmer powder.
Three things I’m looking forward to:
1. Shopping for school supplies.
2. Making new friends.
3. Homecoming.
Three superpowers I wish I had:
1. Immortality.
2. Magic.
3. Did I mention that I’m Lord Voldemort?
Three places I love to shop:
1. Delias.
2. Kohl’s.
3. Borders.
Three pets you have/had and their names:
1. Isengard, my kitty.
2. Morgan Freeman, my gold fish.
3. Forrest Daniel Gump, my turtle.
Three bands/artists I’d want to see on a festival line-up:
1. Lady Gaga.
2. Ben Folds.
3. The Lonely Island.
Three favourite comfort foods:
1. Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream Bars.
2. Doritos.
3. Anything with melted cheese.
Three songs currently on rotation:
1. “Don’t Unplug Me.” by All Caps.
2. “King of Anything.” by Sara Bareilles.
3. “Sunshine on My Window.” by Spiderbait.
1. Sara.
2. Sarafina.
3. Surahh.
Three jobs I’ve had:
1. Waitress.
2. House sitter.
3. Garden Care Taker.
Three places I’ve lived:
1. Taylor, MI.
2. Riverview, MI.
3. Stormalong Harbor.
Three favourite drinks:
1. Arizona Green Tea with Apple.
2. Arizona Southern Style Sweet Tea.
3. Vanilla Silk.
Three TV shows I watch:
1. Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations.
2. Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
3. Flapjack.
Three places I’ve been recently:
1. Chopstick Inn.
2. Band Camp.
3. Right here.
Three places I’d like to visit:
1. China. All of it.
2. The Philippines.
3. Rwanda.
Three favorite old TV shows:
1. Lizzie McGuire.
2. The Powerpuff Girls.
3. Courage the Cowardly Dog.
Three favorite dishes:
1. Honey Walnut Chicken.
2. Tamales.
3. Dried Mango.
Three make-up products I cannot live without:
1. Eye liner.
2. Chap-stick.
3. Shimmer powder.
Three things I’m looking forward to:
1. Shopping for school supplies.
2. Making new friends.
3. Homecoming.
Three superpowers I wish I had:
1. Immortality.
2. Magic.
3. Did I mention that I’m Lord Voldemort?
Three places I love to shop:
1. Delias.
2. Kohl’s.
3. Borders.
Three pets you have/had and their names:
1. Isengard, my kitty.
2. Morgan Freeman, my gold fish.
3. Forrest Daniel Gump, my turtle.
Three bands/artists I’d want to see on a festival line-up:
1. Lady Gaga.
2. Ben Folds.
3. The Lonely Island.
Three favourite comfort foods:
1. Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream Bars.
2. Doritos.
3. Anything with melted cheese.
Three songs currently on rotation:
1. “Don’t Unplug Me.” by All Caps.
2. “King of Anything.” by Sara Bareilles.
3. “Sunshine on My Window.” by Spiderbait.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
I never thought I'd hate you.
I feel betrayed.
I'm so angry.
And sad enough to puke.
This is the kind of feeling that gets people hurt.
I'm so angry.
And sad enough to puke.
This is the kind of feeling that gets people hurt.
Monday, April 12, 2010
At least I didn't kill us.
"Yeah, that's generally a positive thing." Was the response I got from my driving partner. I had my first driving session of driver's training today and it went kind of okay. Yesterday my Dad took me to a local cemetery to try driving for the first time and it was a disaster. He makes me incredibly nervous. Every time I made the tiniest mistake he'd start yelling. So when we got home I felt stupid and cried appropriately. Driving with an instructor is much easier and less creepy than driving past graves. Ya digg?
My driving partner is a guy named Mike. He's a Junior from another high school around here. I drove first and proved that I was a noob. Then he got behind the wheel and drove perfectly. An awkward conversation took place in the front while I texted in the back.
Instructor: "You've obviously done this before. Who takes you driving?"
Mike: "I usually just drive myself around."
Instructor: "....when I go up north I let my ten-year-old son drive on my lap."
Bravo. It was pretty funny. Mike is kind of "gangster" but he seems nice. We both got to sit on a stupid yellow bench while waiting for our parents to pick us up. We made fun of this man walking down the street while using a Bluetooth ear piece. Good times. Goooood times.
My driving partner is a guy named Mike. He's a Junior from another high school around here. I drove first and proved that I was a noob. Then he got behind the wheel and drove perfectly. An awkward conversation took place in the front while I texted in the back.
Instructor: "You've obviously done this before. Who takes you driving?"
Mike: "I usually just drive myself around."
Instructor: "....when I go up north I let my ten-year-old son drive on my lap."
Bravo. It was pretty funny. Mike is kind of "gangster" but he seems nice. We both got to sit on a stupid yellow bench while waiting for our parents to pick us up. We made fun of this man walking down the street while using a Bluetooth ear piece. Good times. Goooood times.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The weather today.
The sudden change in humidity has ruined my mood and health. I always get sinus pressure and head aches when it's suddenly humid. Blehh, people want to stay the night and all I want to do is sit in as little clothing as possible and drink green tea. I woke around noon today and played some Pokemon. I'm halfway through the Elite Four, +1 pwnage point for me. Then my Mother and Brother dragged me out of bed to go shopping. I needed some jeans.
We stopped at the pet store for cat food first. Pet stores make me all giddy and loving. I pet any animal I can get my hands on. Even the rats, which my Mom hates, get cooed at. There was a young adult cat by the name of Muffin in a cage up for adoption. I want him. Very, very much. MEOW.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. My Mom bought me sexy underwear, which was awkward but whatever. I begged for her to buy me the first season of Glee and prevailed. My Brother just went out with his evil girlfriend to look at corsages and boutineers for prom. Mrehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wish SOMEONE would ask me to go. It's not like he has a date or anything. And jeez, I'mma frickin' Goddess. How could he NOT ask me? Pshhhh. (I hope you picked up on that heavy sarcasm.)
Welp, I'm off to watch Glee for the rest of the day and consume unnecessary calories. Yay Tuesday.
We stopped at the pet store for cat food first. Pet stores make me all giddy and loving. I pet any animal I can get my hands on. Even the rats, which my Mom hates, get cooed at. There was a young adult cat by the name of Muffin in a cage up for adoption. I want him. Very, very much. MEOW.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. My Mom bought me sexy underwear, which was awkward but whatever. I begged for her to buy me the first season of Glee and prevailed. My Brother just went out with his evil girlfriend to look at corsages and boutineers for prom. Mrehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wish SOMEONE would ask me to go. It's not like he has a date or anything. And jeez, I'mma frickin' Goddess. How could he NOT ask me? Pshhhh. (I hope you picked up on that heavy sarcasm.)
Welp, I'm off to watch Glee for the rest of the day and consume unnecessary calories. Yay Tuesday.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Since no one actually reads this..
I am going to confess to something. I just have to get it out. I HAVE to tell someone. I'm just so excited and proud.
Last night/early morning, I broke my first major rule in my teenage lifetime. I was originally sleeping over a friend's house with a few people. By eleven all of them were either drifting to sleep or consumed in a laptop. I was bored, to say the least. Another friend started to text me, text me about going bowling. Bowling is one of my ultimate weaknesses. If you happen to be a semi-attractive male who enjoys literature AND bowling, I will marry you. ANYWAY, I summoned up as much courage as I could and typed "Sure? I'll go." The deed was done. I had just made a major decision. From being a good daughter, who's never done anything wrong except the occasional lie and back talking, to the SUPAH DANGEROUS REBEL BAMF!!!!
I stole a pair of my friend's jeans and asked two of the boy's to unlock the front door at 1:40 so I could get back into the house. My rebellious behavior provoking friend picked me up. I had on jeans, socks and my pajama shirt. We were off to the lanes where we would be meeting a certain friend who happens to be a clever and attractive boy (a second weakness of mine) for an hour of bowling. We ended up staying much, much longer than that. I called the sleepy people and said I'd just be going home, feigning sick. They understood and I arrived at my humble abode at 2:23 am. I showered and then fell asleep. I FEEL SO EMPOWERED! I SNUCK OUT OF A HOUSE! APORIUIDJFNAJSDHASUDSAIXOKAMNDWYRIUASDAPOSDJKWCNMWA*UUXOIDNMASDOC. :D
Last night/early morning, I broke my first major rule in my teenage lifetime. I was originally sleeping over a friend's house with a few people. By eleven all of them were either drifting to sleep or consumed in a laptop. I was bored, to say the least. Another friend started to text me, text me about going bowling. Bowling is one of my ultimate weaknesses. If you happen to be a semi-attractive male who enjoys literature AND bowling, I will marry you. ANYWAY, I summoned up as much courage as I could and typed "Sure? I'll go." The deed was done. I had just made a major decision. From being a good daughter, who's never done anything wrong except the occasional lie and back talking, to the SUPAH DANGEROUS REBEL BAMF!!!!
I stole a pair of my friend's jeans and asked two of the boy's to unlock the front door at 1:40 so I could get back into the house. My rebellious behavior provoking friend picked me up. I had on jeans, socks and my pajama shirt. We were off to the lanes where we would be meeting a certain friend who happens to be a clever and attractive boy (a second weakness of mine) for an hour of bowling. We ended up staying much, much longer than that. I called the sleepy people and said I'd just be going home, feigning sick. They understood and I arrived at my humble abode at 2:23 am. I showered and then fell asleep. I FEEL SO EMPOWERED! I SNUCK OUT OF A HOUSE! APORIUIDJFNAJSDHASUDSAIXOKAMNDWYRIUASDAPOSDJKWCNMWA*UUXOIDNMASDOC. :D
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I just feel like typing...
I'll probably stop this half way through and end up deleting it. Woo, optimism!
Tonight was a good tonight. (Thank you, BEP) I went bowling with my best friend and her boyfriend. I bowled a pretty bad first game, 112. But then I got a 160 followed by a 148. So, that's pretty awesome. I have a meet tomorrow and hopefully it won't be a total disaster. We then ventured to the local Chinese restaurant. It's tiny and fantastic. Many dirty jokes took place. We also pretended to be southern pagent Moms from Toddlers and Tiaras. We're winners.
I'm currently painting my nails pale pink, listening to The Killers and checking Facebook every six seconds to see if anyone liked or commented my clever post. They probably won't. I usually don't watch the Super Bowl. Bahaha, I just realized that I was bowling when the Super Bowl started. Ohh, word play. I do, however, like muscular men in tight pants. Yum.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I should check the laundry and see if my uniform's clean. Actually, I think it's in the hamper next to me, full of dirty clothes. Awesome. Yeah, I just checked and it was. It's all wrinkled and smells gross. Ew. My Dad's not going to be happy. Having to clean a bowling uniform during half time. Oh garsh, I'm just a fun-sucker, huh?
Woo, we made it! I finished a blog. Celebrations are in order.
Tonight was a good tonight. (Thank you, BEP) I went bowling with my best friend and her boyfriend. I bowled a pretty bad first game, 112. But then I got a 160 followed by a 148. So, that's pretty awesome. I have a meet tomorrow and hopefully it won't be a total disaster. We then ventured to the local Chinese restaurant. It's tiny and fantastic. Many dirty jokes took place. We also pretended to be southern pagent Moms from Toddlers and Tiaras. We're winners.
I'm currently painting my nails pale pink, listening to The Killers and checking Facebook every six seconds to see if anyone liked or commented my clever post. They probably won't. I usually don't watch the Super Bowl. Bahaha, I just realized that I was bowling when the Super Bowl started. Ohh, word play. I do, however, like muscular men in tight pants. Yum.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I should check the laundry and see if my uniform's clean. Actually, I think it's in the hamper next to me, full of dirty clothes. Awesome. Yeah, I just checked and it was. It's all wrinkled and smells gross. Ew. My Dad's not going to be happy. Having to clean a bowling uniform during half time. Oh garsh, I'm just a fun-sucker, huh?
Woo, we made it! I finished a blog. Celebrations are in order.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Stuck at home....again.
My Grandfather (who lives in Florida) is visiting. He's been here since Sunday. And I haven't been allowed to go out at all. I know I may sound like a bratty teenager but COME ON.
When I was a kid I used to cry and beg for him to stay longer than just a few days. Time after time he left, saying he'd see me next Christmas or Easter or whatever. And now, how can he expect me to stop my life just because he decided to show up? It's just frustrating.
I'm currently watching a show on TLC about a morbidly obese family. It makes me feel super, super skinny. And at the same time I want to loose more weight. I swear to god though, this girl is sixteen and her arm is thicker than my face. I don't know how you could let yourself get like that. It weirds me out, dude.
I feel bad for not writing more. What do you guys like (if you guys are out there...)? Short or long? I'll try to stick to medium sized ones.
When I was a kid I used to cry and beg for him to stay longer than just a few days. Time after time he left, saying he'd see me next Christmas or Easter or whatever. And now, how can he expect me to stop my life just because he decided to show up? It's just frustrating.
I'm currently watching a show on TLC about a morbidly obese family. It makes me feel super, super skinny. And at the same time I want to loose more weight. I swear to god though, this girl is sixteen and her arm is thicker than my face. I don't know how you could let yourself get like that. It weirds me out, dude.
I feel bad for not writing more. What do you guys like (if you guys are out there...)? Short or long? I'll try to stick to medium sized ones.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Ohhh, the bitter sting of rejection.
I've "had my eye on" this certain senior boy for about a month? He's adorable and funny. I think he's pretty swell. We've been facebook messaging (is ashamed) for weeks. I just got a text from a mutual friend saying "I have some sad news for you. :(". I knew it was going to be about him. I was thinking "He has a girlfriend." But this is what I got...
"idk how to put this. Well we were talking and he doesn't return the crush and feels bad breaking hearts he says. But he felt bad if you thought he was because he didn't mean to seem like he was. He just thinks your cool like a friend."
A) The grammar is a tad....NASZXCYAESIFGAISUFDH.
B) You didn't break my heart, dude. I think you are hot and entertaining. I'm not IN GOO GOO LOVE with you.
Do you SEE the stuff I have to deal with everyday?
I've missed this. Oh, blogging, you make me feel so much better.
ANYWAY, I'm about to head off to a friend's place. We're probably going to sit around and eat Christmas leftovers.
Bye. :)
"idk how to put this. Well we were talking and he doesn't return the crush and feels bad breaking hearts he says. But he felt bad if you thought he was because he didn't mean to seem like he was. He just thinks your cool like a friend."
A) The grammar is a tad....NASZXCYAESIFGAISUFDH.
B) You didn't break my heart, dude. I think you are hot and entertaining. I'm not IN GOO GOO LOVE with you.
Do you SEE the stuff I have to deal with everyday?
I've missed this. Oh, blogging, you make me feel so much better.
ANYWAY, I'm about to head off to a friend's place. We're probably going to sit around and eat Christmas leftovers.
Bye. :)
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Hi!
It's been a while. And I have no excuses for you. Let us forge on.
I have officially conquered my first week of the tenth grade. Being a sophomore feels a lot better than being a freshman. Even thought it's just a tiny step up, I can feel the power coursing through me. I can now yell "STUPID FRESHMEN!" at confused ninth graders. I can tell them what to do. I can make then do things for me. I AM ALIIIIIIIIIVE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
Anyway, my classes for this tri-mester are:
1st hour: Band
2nd hour: CP Algebra 2
3rd hour: Spanish II
4th hour: American English
5th hour: CP Biology
Band's a great class to have. I don't have a text book or homework. Sometimes, it gets on my nerves but hey, I could never quit. Mr.Beson is my director. I've had him since the fifth grade so I know what to expect. Algebra II makes me nervous. I'm doing good so far but math and I.....don't get along very well. I have a compact man called Mr.Betway as a teacher. You can tell he's absolutely IN LOVE with all things numeric. He does a lot of board work, which is good, I'm usually a visual learner. Spanish is pie. PIE. Lots of homework though. I have the same teacher a I did last year. Senora Weber. The class is pretty boring but I manage to enjoy it on a regular basis. I'll always love English. And I just so happen to love my english teacher this year. She's witty and you can tell that she really cares about literature. Mrs.Barczyk. CP Biology is peachy. Mrs.Madigan is a bit odd but I like her. I sit right next to a good friend in that class so it's hilarious.
I own four cockatiels. Crackers, Peatree, Leia and Chips. Chips is a bastard. Really, he is one mean bird. We're under suspicion that he's pulling the feathers off of the other bird's heads. Yeah, he's in solitary isolation. We put him in a seperate cage and moved that cage in the upstairs office. He squawks almost constantly and is exhausted at night. He's constantly nervous. I feel bad for him. And today, my devil cat, Izzy, was pawing at him through the bars. I almost beat that cat. My Mom treats Izzy like her baby. He can do no wrong. So when I see him doing something bad, I punish him. He gets a slap on the butt. Chips was trembling. The poor baby. I sweet talked him down and gave him some treat millet spray. I wanted to cuddle him but uh, he's a mean bird. Yeah, he's stressed. I'm stressed. We're all tired. Goodnight.
I have officially conquered my first week of the tenth grade. Being a sophomore feels a lot better than being a freshman. Even thought it's just a tiny step up, I can feel the power coursing through me. I can now yell "STUPID FRESHMEN!" at confused ninth graders. I can tell them what to do. I can make then do things for me. I AM ALIIIIIIIIIVE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
Anyway, my classes for this tri-mester are:
1st hour: Band
2nd hour: CP Algebra 2
3rd hour: Spanish II
4th hour: American English
5th hour: CP Biology
Band's a great class to have. I don't have a text book or homework. Sometimes, it gets on my nerves but hey, I could never quit. Mr.Beson is my director. I've had him since the fifth grade so I know what to expect. Algebra II makes me nervous. I'm doing good so far but math and I.....don't get along very well. I have a compact man called Mr.Betway as a teacher. You can tell he's absolutely IN LOVE with all things numeric. He does a lot of board work, which is good, I'm usually a visual learner. Spanish is pie. PIE. Lots of homework though. I have the same teacher a I did last year. Senora Weber. The class is pretty boring but I manage to enjoy it on a regular basis. I'll always love English. And I just so happen to love my english teacher this year. She's witty and you can tell that she really cares about literature. Mrs.Barczyk. CP Biology is peachy. Mrs.Madigan is a bit odd but I like her. I sit right next to a good friend in that class so it's hilarious.
I own four cockatiels. Crackers, Peatree, Leia and Chips. Chips is a bastard. Really, he is one mean bird. We're under suspicion that he's pulling the feathers off of the other bird's heads. Yeah, he's in solitary isolation. We put him in a seperate cage and moved that cage in the upstairs office. He squawks almost constantly and is exhausted at night. He's constantly nervous. I feel bad for him. And today, my devil cat, Izzy, was pawing at him through the bars. I almost beat that cat. My Mom treats Izzy like her baby. He can do no wrong. So when I see him doing something bad, I punish him. He gets a slap on the butt. Chips was trembling. The poor baby. I sweet talked him down and gave him some treat millet spray. I wanted to cuddle him but uh, he's a mean bird. Yeah, he's stressed. I'm stressed. We're all tired. Goodnight.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
"Do you happen to have any ukuleles?"
"Why yes, we do. Two just came in last week. One's already been bought. They're selling fast."
And there is was, the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while, my (hopefully) future ukulele. Only forty dollars, I'm pumped beyond belief. Once I saw him, I knew what he'd be called, Pappy. I rifled through the junk on my desk, searching for something to put on him. I found an old ribbon I bought from a party store that was closing a while a go. #1 Grandpa. PUMPED! PUUUUUUUUMPED!
Onto other happy-making news, I might be getting a small aquarium for my gold fish, Morgan Freeman. He's SUCH a dirty fish. I hate keeping him in cloudly water for more than a few minutes, so I change his water every other day. This fish is treated like royalty, siriusly. So, if I get an aquarium, he'll be getting a fishy friend! I was eyeing this black pop-eyed gold fish at the store....
SFBOMD is still in Japan. I received some pictures a couple days ago. He's having the time of his life. I'm jealous but things aren't so bad here. I've been in a pretty fantastic mood for the last few days. I don't know if I'm marinating in the it'salmosttheendofthesummerlet'sdostuff excitement but it's been pleasant. I'm ready to go back to school. I miss seeing people and having something important to focus on.
"Why yes, we do. Two just came in last week. One's already been bought. They're selling fast."
And there is was, the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while, my (hopefully) future ukulele. Only forty dollars, I'm pumped beyond belief. Once I saw him, I knew what he'd be called, Pappy. I rifled through the junk on my desk, searching for something to put on him. I found an old ribbon I bought from a party store that was closing a while a go. #1 Grandpa. PUMPED! PUUUUUUUUMPED!
Onto other happy-making news, I might be getting a small aquarium for my gold fish, Morgan Freeman. He's SUCH a dirty fish. I hate keeping him in cloudly water for more than a few minutes, so I change his water every other day. This fish is treated like royalty, siriusly. So, if I get an aquarium, he'll be getting a fishy friend! I was eyeing this black pop-eyed gold fish at the store....
SFBOMD is still in Japan. I received some pictures a couple days ago. He's having the time of his life. I'm jealous but things aren't so bad here. I've been in a pretty fantastic mood for the last few days. I don't know if I'm marinating in the it'salmosttheendofthesummerlet'sdostuff excitement but it's been pleasant. I'm ready to go back to school. I miss seeing people and having something important to focus on.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Hello my freaky darlings...
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is on.....
Today, I woke around noon to my Mother opening the blinds. I then laid in bed for another hour, staring at my cactus and pouting. Why must the nights be so short? Why must the sun be so bright? "To fuel the world and all it's living things." My awake half side said. Yeah, whatever. I slouched around in some sweats and made a chicken quesadilla. I even added my own spicy sauce (was desperately trying to recreate Taco Bell's sauce). Then, I dressed quickly to hitch a ride to the dollar store with my Brother to get some snacks. Two Arizona Green Tea's, some wafer cookies and Cheddar Pringles. Then, I came home, pigged out and watched Donnie Darko. Eventful, huh? Now, I'm taking facebook quizzes. These things seriously rock. "Which Hogwarts Man Would You Have Ended Up With?" (DRACO) "Which Death Eater are you?" (Severus Snape) "Which DragonBall Z character are you?" (Vegeta) "NCIS, Who are you?" (McGee) "What 1st gen. pokemon are you?" (Bulbasaur) Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.
Oh my god. Extenze 4 Her? Really? Taking a pill to increase your sex drive. Wowieeee. I mean, if you really need that... I hope no guys make their lady friends take this. They make drugs for everything. Whoa, nerd thought. They should make Polyjuice Pills. That would be way easier than brewing it. If I took a PP I'd turn into Michael Jackson, just to screw with everyone. (That....was mean.) How would I even get some of his....nevermind. Just nevermind.
Today, I woke around noon to my Mother opening the blinds. I then laid in bed for another hour, staring at my cactus and pouting. Why must the nights be so short? Why must the sun be so bright? "To fuel the world and all it's living things." My awake half side said. Yeah, whatever. I slouched around in some sweats and made a chicken quesadilla. I even added my own spicy sauce (was desperately trying to recreate Taco Bell's sauce). Then, I dressed quickly to hitch a ride to the dollar store with my Brother to get some snacks. Two Arizona Green Tea's, some wafer cookies and Cheddar Pringles. Then, I came home, pigged out and watched Donnie Darko. Eventful, huh? Now, I'm taking facebook quizzes. These things seriously rock. "Which Hogwarts Man Would You Have Ended Up With?" (DRACO) "Which Death Eater are you?" (Severus Snape) "Which DragonBall Z character are you?" (Vegeta) "NCIS, Who are you?" (McGee) "What 1st gen. pokemon are you?" (Bulbasaur) Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.
Oh my god. Extenze 4 Her? Really? Taking a pill to increase your sex drive. Wowieeee. I mean, if you really need that... I hope no guys make their lady friends take this. They make drugs for everything. Whoa, nerd thought. They should make Polyjuice Pills. That would be way easier than brewing it. If I took a PP I'd turn into Michael Jackson, just to screw with everyone. (That....was mean.) How would I even get some of his....nevermind. Just nevermind.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Ahhh, vacation.
I'm in South Carolina. Sweet, hot, sunny, South Carolina. It's been raining all week in Detroit. *does a neener neener dance* Ha ha ha ha HA! We're currently staying at Hilton Head Island. Soft sandy beaches, palm trees and cute lizards running around. The only bad things are that I get bored...quite easily and it's super quiet here. Today, I sucked at miniature golf and floated around a pool. Oh! They have these things called "palmetto bugs". Sounds pretty exotic, right? I thought that these bugs might even be pretty. They aren't, because they're really cockroaches. HOW DARE YOU DECEIVE ME SOUTH CAROLINIANS!?!?!? Ahem, moving on.
While I was floating in the previously mentioned pool I overheard the following conversation:
little boy #1: Hey! Little boy #2!
little boy #2: What?
little boy #1: This is Little boy #3, he swam under my boogie board so we're friends now.
Easy friendship, no? I wish things were still that easy. No automatic judgement and drama. Although, being older definitely has it's benefits.
Anyway, tomorrow we're driving into Savannah, Georgia for a ghost tour. I'm outrageously excited. I'm doubtful we'll actually see anything but the atmosphere is good enough for me. I'm not really sure on what my opinion on ghosts is but I like them, real or not. :) Well, I'm off to shamelessly write Harry Potter fanfiction. If you're interested, I can post my family. I'm married to Draco. Ha ha. We have children. Three, actually. Pansy can suck it. XD
While I was floating in the previously mentioned pool I overheard the following conversation:
little boy #1: Hey! Little boy #2!
little boy #2: What?
little boy #1: This is Little boy #3, he swam under my boogie board so we're friends now.
Easy friendship, no? I wish things were still that easy. No automatic judgement and drama. Although, being older definitely has it's benefits.
Anyway, tomorrow we're driving into Savannah, Georgia for a ghost tour. I'm outrageously excited. I'm doubtful we'll actually see anything but the atmosphere is good enough for me. I'm not really sure on what my opinion on ghosts is but I like them, real or not. :) Well, I'm off to shamelessly write Harry Potter fanfiction. If you're interested, I can post my family. I'm married to Draco. Ha ha. We have children. Three, actually. Pansy can suck it. XD
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
And I don't even know how to drive...
It's true. I've never taken any driving courses. I've steered a few golf carts but that's about it. My Dad just made a trade and got a PT Cruiser. It's a fantastic plum color. He changed out the plain silver locks with...more...interesting ones. I named the car Vendetta. Hopefully, I'll be learning how to drive with her. I sat in the driver's seat for the first time today. My Dad showed me all the controls. I think I'll be a pretty horrible driver. I panic easily. :(
I don't really feel like talking about Harry Potter right now. It's still swirling around in my brain. The more I think about the movie the more I want to see it again before I make my final opinion. The rush of opening night always makes things better for me. The New Moon trailer did impress me, though. The human to wolf transformation was great. I thought it looked really good. It pains me to say that I might be just a liiiiittle excited.
I can't even try to link subjects together anymore. I got a cactus from K-Mart. I love him very much. I just hope he's getting enough sunlight on my headboard. He's right next to the window but there are a lot of trees infront of my house. His name is Ned. I'm going to water him lightly every nine days. I keep looking over at him now. Please don't die on me, dude. He's almost like my baby (since my cat, who was supposed to be my baby, favors my Mother). *coos at cactus*
I'm leaving for another vacation this Saturday. I'm not sure if I'm taking my laptop or not. I still have to ask. We're going to South Carolina. The Hilton Head resort? I'm pretty sure that's what it's called. It's just a fancy hotel with pools and a strip of beach. Fun. My Dad wants to go jet-skiing. I think I'll pass. If I fell off that thing in deep water, I'd flip. I don't care if I had a floatation device on. Sharks are terrifying.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Being in love is hard.
And before I get blasted about love and how I'm too young and yadda yadda, let me explain myself. I really think I might be in love with this guy. It's crazy but it feels right. I've never worried about a boyfriend like I do him. I'd like to say he brings out the best and sometimes worst in me. And he stays through all my crap and emotional spells, which is refreshing. He hasn't called me crazy or bitchy. It just works with him, so I'm going with it. :)
SFBOMD left for Japan last night. His Dad works for Microsoft and they have job opportunities there. I miss him already. I feel pathetic for doing so. I hope he's okay. There's a thirteen hour time distance. HE IS IN THE FUTURE! He's staying at a hostel for two nights and then moving south on the mainland. I'm worried about him. Even though I know the movie Hostel is completely unrealistic, I can still see some physcotic killers running loose there.
Today, 7/11 was giving away free 7.11oz slurpees. Mike, Diana and Jocelyn came to my house and we all walked there together. I had a mixture of Mountain Dew and Blue Raspberry? I don't know, it was blue. So, we were hanging out in front of the store. (loitering) When Kyle, a friendish thing from school, comes out of no where. He DROVE to 7/11. It's so weird to see him driving. It's so weird that he's a Junior! God. Anyway, he says a bunch more people are walking up to meet him. We hang out some more, they arrived, hugs were shared, blah blah blah. It was pretty mellow. All of a sudden this young lady rolls up in her H3 with a car full of friends. They stormed the store and were standing around by her car when another vehicle pulled up next to them. The yelling started almost automatically. "IF YOU'RE GONNA TALK SHIT! SAY IT TO MY FACE!" And so on. The H3 owner whips her slurpee at the other car and misses. Ultimately splashing on her own car, inside and out. She swears some more and the other car drives away. She quickly wipes her car down, obviously frustrated, gets back into the car and tries to pull out. She rams into an innocent white pick-up. It was wildly entertaining. All we could do was stare. More cussing ensued, almost every adult in the area felt the need to step in. The H3 called someone while weeping (probably her loaded father) and told a totally different story to make it seem like it wasn't her fault. Kids these days. :)
SFBOMD left for Japan last night. His Dad works for Microsoft and they have job opportunities there. I miss him already. I feel pathetic for doing so. I hope he's okay. There's a thirteen hour time distance. HE IS IN THE FUTURE! He's staying at a hostel for two nights and then moving south on the mainland. I'm worried about him. Even though I know the movie Hostel is completely unrealistic, I can still see some physcotic killers running loose there.
Today, 7/11 was giving away free 7.11oz slurpees. Mike, Diana and Jocelyn came to my house and we all walked there together. I had a mixture of Mountain Dew and Blue Raspberry? I don't know, it was blue. So, we were hanging out in front of the store. (loitering) When Kyle, a friendish thing from school, comes out of no where. He DROVE to 7/11. It's so weird to see him driving. It's so weird that he's a Junior! God. Anyway, he says a bunch more people are walking up to meet him. We hang out some more, they arrived, hugs were shared, blah blah blah. It was pretty mellow. All of a sudden this young lady rolls up in her H3 with a car full of friends. They stormed the store and were standing around by her car when another vehicle pulled up next to them. The yelling started almost automatically. "IF YOU'RE GONNA TALK SHIT! SAY IT TO MY FACE!" And so on. The H3 owner whips her slurpee at the other car and misses. Ultimately splashing on her own car, inside and out. She swears some more and the other car drives away. She quickly wipes her car down, obviously frustrated, gets back into the car and tries to pull out. She rams into an innocent white pick-up. It was wildly entertaining. All we could do was stare. More cussing ensued, almost every adult in the area felt the need to step in. The H3 called someone while weeping (probably her loaded father) and told a totally different story to make it seem like it wasn't her fault. Kids these days. :)
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