Sunday, May 30, 2010

Nobody loves you do.

Yayyy I'm happy. My hair is AWESOME after I blow dry it. And I'm totally wearing the dress I'm going to wear for the dance and graduation :) along with all the accesories and stuff. Like a ring that is too big for my pinkie and too small for my ring finger =.= And a necklace-pendant thingy shapes like a heart and has flowers on it. Not nearly as ugly as it sounds ;) And my amazing shoes and my newly manicured-and-pedicured green nails. The only problem is that my dress keeps falling JUST TOO LOW and it's showing, like, everything. And, given the nature of the dress, I have to wear a strapless bra. Strapless bras and I do not have a good history. No. But hopefully that was just the dress I was wearing at the time...HEE! I have this adorable hair-thing yay!
Oh, and I am mad at Kim. Why, you ask? Becuase she hasn't been on  Facebook ALL WEEKEND! Not when I wanted to talk to her about the future (yes, sometimes I am actually in the mood for deep conversations. are YOU?) and not when I want to share my utmost excitement with her, which is now. She must be doing something really fun and time-consuming with her dad, or she's avoiding me -.- I'm not sure if she's reading this, since I'm under the impression she's mad at me, but if she is...KIM I HAVE TO SQUEAL LIKE A LITTLE GIRL ABOUT THE DANCE!!! WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUU??

I'm also texting my cousin, Ross. Because I know you wanted to know that.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

The morning after...

Well! Today consisted of very, very little. Seriously. I did, like, nothing. I was on the computer a lot.
I really, really love good food. Not so much cooking. But I do like the idea of cooking with love, and when I do cook, I try to do it with as much love as possible. Of course, I prefer things you can cut and mix and such more than baking (such as the potato salad I made earlier today), and I prefer things you have some lee-way on how to make them (such as the potato salad I made earlier today).
Ahhh! I need to call Violet! I completely forgot!!!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Questions of the Day:

So what do I do now?
Why won't people leave me the fuck alone?
Why am I such a terrible damn person when I make other people cry, but when I cry I'm just being melodramatic?
-I mean, hell, it's not like I cry that much. I think I'm entitled to a good sob every now and again.-
Why the HELL are you breathing my air, you useless waste of space?
Why do SOME people get so upset when I don't worship and agree with them every second of every day?
-I mean, I'm sorry you're too fucking blind and preoccupied with your own problems to see when I'm actually upset and NOT just being a bitch. I actually do have thoughts that are neither happy or exactly like yours. I just hope you know that when you're upset, I actually try to find out what's wrong and make you feel better, instead of storming off in an entitled huff.-
-Controversially, I'm sure you'll all agree that I am as well preoccupied with my own problems. Considering the effort I put into paying attention to you, I think I have a right to actually care about myself without being called selfish. So stop with the bullshit; I don't care that you think I'm some self-centered, melodramatic drama queen, because SOMETIMES, I am allowed to focus myself instead of you.-
Why do people think I'm conceited?
-Besides the fact that I say I am, of course. My self-esteem is crap enough that it would be pretty much impossible to be conceited. You should KNOW that.-
Why are you such a bitch? What exactly gives you the excuse? Are you even aware that I actually do have feelings, and yes, they're fucking hurt?
WHY do you believe me, EVER?
-What I say has nothing to do with who I am; if you actually gave a shit, you would know that.-
What do you expect from me? Like, really, what the HELL do you expect from me?
Do you think that I'm talking to you?
-HAH. I'm talking to everyone.-

And, for the grand finale...


-I give up.-

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Am I the one and only? Cuz you're the only one.

I like this number. 425.
Sorry for not blogging in so long! By 'so long', I mean two days, but still. It's not like much has happened. Yesterday we all drowned in our own sweat playing field hockey in 90-degree weather, and a spider crawled on my leg. At some point in the week, Basil mocked me and said he hated me, so I said I hated him right back...through Kim, of course. If he can't talk to me face-to-face, then I won't bother talking to him. Today, I ranted about oil in a content lit. and wore a skirt.
Yesterday I made up this fantastic speech from someone who just pretty much took over the government and destroyed the system. I mean, hell, he/she was elected. But then she got the army on her side and basically fired everyone in office besides her/him. I imagine this would go right after all the corrupt politicians passed a bill about unemployment, where anyone who was unemployed for any reason got some measly paycheck and they had better find a new job fast, before that paycheck runs out, because they can't get any more. So that's what she/he did to them. Fired them all and gave them the same amount of money they would give to all the people that got laid off or something. Not that they wouldn't already have money or connections, but still. I made up the speech because she/he would, of course, become a dictator. Just because of what she did. But she/he wouldn't become a dictator because she/he wanted power, but because she/he loved the country so much that to save it, she/he temporarily sacrificed what it stood for. Because she/he loved what it stood for. You know?
His expressions are freaking weird in this video, man.
Anyway. School is terrible. Freaking terrible. But next week in LA, we're beginning A Midsummer's Night Dream! Performing it, not reading it! It would be totally perfect if Kim was Hermia and I was Helena. You can't even deny that it would be. And Halden is taking requests! Yay. It would be so....coincedental, I suppose, if Basil were Demetrius.
EPIC MOVIE FEST! Can't wait!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

And I don't want the world to see me, 'cuz I don't think that they'd understand.

If everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
[Iris--Goo Goo Dolls]
I'll post the lyrics to this another time. I really wish I could cry. I just don't anymore. Even when I feel like dying, there just aren't any tears. I guess I wasted them all when I was a little kid.

Just for the record, Basil is a slimy pig-headed asswipe who obviously is too conceited and stupid to realize the immense extent of my hatred towards him. In case you were wondering.


Hi! This actually isn't very smart, since I'm facing the opposite way from last time and Mrs. Grossi can see me =.= Oh well.
I AM IN SCHOOL AGAIN WOOT WOOT! In my little four-computer cubible, there is currently: me, Nat, Aaron, and Shelby. Yay.

Monday, May 24, 2010

I'm shown to your cage to wage this rage; don't let me go.

So! If you're a loser like me who checks everyone's blogs every five minutes to see if anyone posted, you'll know that I BLOGGED FROM SCHOOL earlier today! I figure my mom will have a heart attack if she sees that, so I thought I'd explain:
Picture my school library. It's a very nice library. I should take a picture of it some time. Anyway, Nat and I were at the computers, working on a humanties project on slavery. Iz was there as well, NOOOO I JUST DROPPED MY FORK AND IT FELL IN THE LITTLE SPACE BETWEEN THE COMPUTER AND THE WALL!!!!!
Okay. It's cool now. I have another fork. Anyway. Ringo was there too, because 'technically' she's in our group. Euch. Trust me, I did not ask for that. Anyway. I don't really have to work with her, so it's fine. ANYWAY. I finished my work super-early, since I only had two questions left, and when I showed it to Mrs. Grossi she said "Good girl," and told me to read a book or something. I mean, really. I was done with my work, had nothing to do, there was no supervision, and there were computers ALL AROUND ME. So, naturally, I go on my blog. But, since no one really updates in the middle of the day, I didn't have anything to do on it, so I just blogged. Yup.

So! Math state finals today. Woot. Unfortunately, you can't see my sarcasm over the internat. 'Tis a shame. It was brutally boring, and it took too long, but I think I did better on it than the practice quiz, which I scored about an 81 on. (haha, did i mention that one impossible test i got 100 on? WOO!) I had to leave two open-ended partially blank, though, because they were freaking impossible.

Um. Yay for Epic Movie Fest! 5 days!

Um. I'm not sure what else to talk about. Basil continues to bug the hell out of me. In LA, Kim said they were mocking her (haha Kim) except at first I thought she said they were mocking me and I was about ready to EFF THEM UP. Haha, no. But still. I was pissed. Not so much when I realized Kim was talking about herself ;)




Sunday, May 23, 2010

It's me who should be moving on; you're not adorable. I want something unignorable.

[Shut Up and Let Me Go--The Ting Tings]
I don't actually have anything to say. School tomorrow, ugh. I got Super Mario Galaxy 2! Yay! It's really awesome, heh.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

We can act if we want to--if we don't nobody will.

Okay! Shopping. I hate bra shopping. I just do. It's a freaking pain. Plus my size seems to change in every store we go into. Yeah, sorry for all the guys (and girls) in the audience, but you're the ones who read my blog.
I also got a dress! It's a little plain but I really like it looks purdy darn good on me :) Besides, I can dress it up with accesories and stuff. And I can return it if I find something better.
This is my second favorite pre-90s song. Just so ya know. Yay for weird accents and overalls. And too-ra-loo-ra-too-la-roo-ra-yay. Even though it's about a guy pressuring a girl to sleep with him =.= Ugh. But besides that...
I've done nothing at all all day. And I'm hungry, cuz I ate lunch at 9:30 and three cookies at the usual time, and that's about it. Fuhhh, dinner won't be done for, like, an hour =.=
Haha. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=

Friday, May 21, 2010

Dear Diary, [2/20/08]

I am so pathetically pitiful. I hate that fact that I like Basil. I have to keep pushing back my feelings for him. It will never happen. Why does he have to be so darn interesting?! And perfect?! And infuriating?! Aghhhhh!!!!
Oh my God. What if he knows?!
What if he already does?!
What in all of heaven did I do to deserve this awful fate?!
Awful, you ask? Well, somebody thought it would be funny to put these completely gorgeous, adorable, or all of the above, guys dangling right in front of me but just out of my reach! Aghhhhhhhh!!!!
I don't know why I fight it. I give up. And I wish so much that I could read minds.
Strawberry Shortcake

Dear diary, [2/26/08]
Friday- Snow day! Played with Vera almost all day! Vera goes ballistic (more later)
Still liked Basil.
Saturday- snow melting quickly, still played with Vera.
Sunday- snow almost gone, minimal Vera-time
Monday- school. Still like Basil.
Today- wonders what wedding would be like if Basil and moi ever got married. quickly banishes thought to deepest, darkest pits of Hades
still like Basil
- - -
Ani's been absent lately. Oh no!
I still like Basil. What's wrong with me?!?!
Changed seats in math yesterday. Not happy. No longer across from Basil.
Basil more gorgeous than ever.
Au revoir.
Strawberry Shortcake

Did I make you throw up? Because I made me throw up. These were both in sixth grade. Back when I liked both Basil and Moo, I was in love with drama, and I might've been the stupidest kid ever to walk the Earth. Oh, and my writing wasn't very good. Of course, I was rushing on the last one...
LA today was hell. I swear, hate-waves emanate off that boy more than...well...anything. It gets worse every day. Honestly, it pisses me off. He just bothers me. I really can't think of any other way to describe it. I think this may be an entirely new feeling--not hate, nothing even CLOSE to like, just bother.
I also didn't present, which bothers me anymore.
Au revoir.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Get loud, get proud, but you still don't know what I'm talking about.

The day went by SO fast. Not as fast as yesterday, of course, but pretty fast.
I would like to mention that it is Basil's birthday today. I would like to mention this because I completely forgot until his friends started singing 'Happy Birthday' at lunch. And yet STILL no one believes me that I don't like him anymore! It actually really pisses me off, guys; just stop. You sound like obnoxious, pretentious a-holes when you tell me that I still like him. And I don't mind calling you that because you're my friends and you know I luuuurv you ;D
I think this afternoon was more productive than the entire last three months of school combined. I have a HUGE Lang. A project due tomorrow, so, naturally, I finished it all today. Well, technically, I'm not finished. I have to write the explanation, since it is a piece of art. Yes, I have defeated my old bane, painting! I did paint it, and I think it turned out pretty good. Except for one aspect...
You see, I thought it would be cool to make a web-like structure in the corner of the page that ultimately made a Star of David. And I did.....but because I didn't want to mess up my beautiful painting (hah) in case I didn't like it, I painted it on a seperate piece of paper. The paint looks really nice. The cutting job looks like shit. Plus, I bent it as I was cutting it, so.....I dunno. I like the concept, but I don't like what I did with it. Plus the page I drew the web on was smaller than the actual painting...
The thing is, I think I need it to balance out the rest of the painting.
I originally started working on a play that showed prejudice in a modern setting, except it had nothing to do with the Holocaust. Not that I mind that. She didn't actually say it had to. I was gonna do a blatantly unoriginal east-side west-side love story thingy, until admitting to myself that there was no possible way, save a deal with the devil--which even I won't resort to ;)--that I would finish it by tomorrow. Plus, I have no idea how gangsters talk. Or should I say dirt-poor, wrong-side-of-the-tracks high school kids that will end up in jail or dead in less than a year? Yes, that's what I should have said.
I did get a poem out of it, though:
Whatever. I did get a poem out of it, though:
We are the future of McDonald's...
The future of unemployed.
Wasted space, without a place--
just an empty void.
Did I just blow your mind? Yes, I think I did.
There were more verses about being slaves to society and propriety and stuff, and how the American Dream has betrayed everyone who's not rich enough to buy it, and how 'the future of America' (i.e., kids.) has about as much hope as the past generations did (i.e., none.) But I didn't like those, so I got rid of them.
Oh, and I also made dinner. And cookies. But I left the cookies in the oven too long X(

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


Hur. Today was dull. But it's one day closer to Friday, which is a good thing. I swear, I live for the weekends.
I am PSYCHED for the Great Adventure trip!!! It's going to be the most AWESOME thing to ever happen in school, I can tell. I love Great Adventure. Like, it's my favorite place IN THE WORLD. And I'll be there with all my friends! AMAXING!
I really have nothing else to say. Yay for summer.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Just let me go...

I really, really, really do not feel like blogging right now. Actually, I don't feel like doing anything. I think I left my phone on the bus. So, I'll ask for it tomorrow, and then I'll panic. Ugh. I can't do anything now...not when I have something so undone...
I'm really bored right now, not crushing on anyone. School is just that more pointless, you know? Yes, I am one of those people who need a love interest to feel complete. Please don't comment saying I don't. I do. What am I supposed to look forward to, if not some secretive, silent excitement over the tiniest moment even slightly involving HIM? No one at school is exciting anymore. I swear, if I don't go to high school and meet someone RIGHT NOW, I'm going to go insane.
...I actually kind of wish you all knew what I looked like. I have short, messy, wavy-ish blonde hair and gray/blue/green eyes. I would tell you more, but you might stalk me ;D
*sigh* So bored....

Sunday, May 16, 2010


'414' is a really awkward number, no? I mean, just look at it. It's awkward. It doesn't flow right.
So, I have this scene in my head. An epic scene. A sacrificial scene, really. I can't decide where it takes place. In the future, or the past? I imagine some terrible, gory battle somewhere. I imagine the heroes of the story falling in one last blaze of glory, with one remaining; one who wasn't in the battle. Because he/she's a coward? Maybe.
Or, I imagine the heroes about to save the world or whatever it is their doing, when suddenly something terrible happens like a bomb goes off and they're all consumed in a blast of fire, with only the time to realize everything they did was in vain before they die. Yeah, something like that.
Ooh...I've always wanted to write some kind of love story that just sets itself up for a happy ending and then something terrible and unexpected happens, like the chicky gets hit by a car at the very end, write in front of her lover-boy. Yes, I am case you were wondering.
Today was dull. I've had a headache all day. It got really bad after the terribly sugary strawberry-pineapple Sprite I got from Nifty Fifties. It was delicious, but so sugary--instant headache.
Yesterday was my dad's birthday. I think I mentioned this? Anyway, we looked at yard sales and played mini golf :) Oh, and ate cake.
I am terribly dreading school tomorrow. I really just don't want to see anyone, you know? Besides my friends...
And now, for your viewing pleasure:

Saturday, May 15, 2010

A note...

Firstly, 'The Craft' is kind of a freaky movie. Just sayin'.
Secondly, I would like to say something to "Nora". I put her name in quotation marks because, since she didn't put a link and presumably is just an account, I really have no idea who she is. I don't know why she commented on my blog in the first place, or why she got so upset about my entry. I don't even know if she'll be reading this, because I presume she doesn't read my blog on a daily basis. Actually, given the nature of her comment, I presume she just happened across my entry and decided to get huffy about it.
Here is her comment, word for word:
i dont like it, either. and btw, most of people dont push their religions. this could be considered offensive. lucky you, i dont take offense. of anything, actually. so if i were the kind of person that did, you would really bother me.
In case you were wondering, the 'i dont like it, either', besides the result of being physically unable to press the apostrophe button (it's right next to enter, in case you were wondering, Nora), AND being physically unable to capitalize letters, even though I'm sure we learned this in, what, first grade? Hell, man, I'm not one to hate on grammar on the Internet. I know it's difficult for some people. Anyway, the 'i dont like it, either' was because, at the end of my post, I wrote 'I don't like this post at all.' Just in case you didn't read it.
Nora, honey, I'm a little confused. Actually, I'm very confused. I'm also a little flattered. You clearly care enough about your own opinion that you felt the need to comment on my entry. I applaud you! Some people, when they see something they don't like, would just ignore it and move on. Not you! You take the time and effort to share your opinion on my entry with the world--frankly, I'm touched that you would. The world needs more people like you! People who aren't afraid to state their opinion! People who speak in clear, non-sarcastic sentences! People who know EXACTLY what they're talking about! Heaven knows I'm not like that. Why, this paragraph alone is brimming with enough sarcasm that, if solidified, would possess enough venom to kill a large dog!
Back to my first point--I'm confused. Congratulations. I'm not often confused. I like to pride myself on being a very quick-to-understand person. It speaks volumes for you that you managed to confuse me so thoroughly. Can you guess why, Nora, honey? Oh, I'm sure you can...Let me show you.
i dont like it, either. and btw, most of people dont push their religions. this could be considered offensive. lucky you, i dont take offense. of anything, actually. so if i were the kind of person that did, you would really bother me.
Oh, come on, Nora. I get it. You don't agree with me. You think I'm some kind of blasphemous self-righteous dog. But I THOUGHT...oh, I must have been mistaken. You see, I began reading your comment and thought: Well! I sure am glad she doesn't take offense to me! I sure am lucky! Why, she even says I'm lucky! Oh, I sure am lucky she's NOT the kind of person who is offended easily! BOY AM I!
But then, alas, I realized I was not so lucky after all. Because it appears you employed a useful little tool called sarcasm--a tool that, used in the wrong hands, can sound quite pissy and stupid. Not that you do, Nora. You don't sound stupid at all. That's not even sarcasm, there. You just sound like you think I'm some kind of blasphemous self-righteous dog and EVEN THOUGH you did not have anything to do with me and you never had to worry your pretty little head (see? I'm even assuming you're pretty. You sound like you would be. Are you, Nora, honey?) about ever again, you decided to announce your rather low opinion of me to the entire world. Or anyone who reads my blog, or simply stumbles across it like I'm sure you did.
Congratulations, hun, you made me use the phrase 'blasphemous self-righteous dog' TWICE in the same paragraph. That there's an accomplishment.
But let me get to the heart of the argument; the real reason I'm upset. Oh, didn't you know I was upset? YOU HURT MY FEELINGS NOOOOOOO! *cough* Anyway. Now, keep in mind that when I say 'you' I mean you in general, not you in particular. I'm upset because, personally, I could give a flying fillip about your beliefs or your religion or ANYTHING that even REMOTELY pertains to you. I really don't care if you worship, oh, say, yourself--because, honestly, I believe that all religions should be able to coincide peacefully. Now, if I were trying to push my religion on people, how could I POSSIBLY say that? If I wanted everyone to convert to say, oh, Strawberrynism, how could I bring myself to say that I wanted all the religions to live peacefully?
Furthermore, I never once said I wanted people to believe the same things I did. I never implied it. I never hinted at it, I never suggested it, I never freaking inferred it at all. I'm terribly sorry that that's the impression you got. I'm also terribly sorry that you got so worked up about it that you simply HAD to comment, even though you could not possibly gain anything from it. Nora, honey, WHY? If I wanted to push my beliefs on people, wouldn't I say so? Wouldn't I tell them their beliefs were wrong and try to convince them that my way was right? Hun, if I want to post...oh, say, my beliefs on my blog, then I kind of think I have a right. No? Am I mistaken? Am I automatically pushing beliefs on people if I post about them at all, just like people with disabilities are automatically asking for sympathy if they post about their disability? Nora, REREAD MY ENTRY AND TELL ME EXACTLY WHERE I TRIED TO PUSH BELIEFS ON YOU!
Oh, Nora Nora Nora...
In case you're wondering why I take such offense to this--and oh, yes, I do take offense to this. Very much so. I'm very offended. I won't even hide it with sarcasm. Anyway, in case you're wondering why I'm making such a big deal out of this, it's because......well.....
Honey, you're more accomplished than I thought. I'm proud of you, really. You are my very first EVER hater. Why, I'm so excited, I could weep. You're the first person to ever leave a truly negative, unfriendly, and unnecessary comment on my blog. Actually, I think you're the first person who has ever commented that obviously disliked me. I can't just let this moment go by. I have to make a big deal out of it. I HAVE to. It's part of who I am. Oh, but, I'm not trying to push the philosophy of making a big deal out of everything to you...not at all.
Oh, I wish to God that you read this and actually post a comment saying how offended you are. Oh, but no, I'm pushing my beliefs on you, aren't I??? NO!


Lion King. Epic movie.
Well, it's my dad's birthday today. He's turning 23, haha. I made him a little book with a story inside it...and I think it's pretty awesome :)
I had a weird dream. It was my birthday and like many other days, NO ONE was answering the phone, much less available. For some reason Leo was in it. We hung out for about five seconds. Then I was at a really dusty boardwalk with my parents, because they wanted to take me there for my birthday, of course. I was miserable, because none of my friends were there or even answering the phone. Then a whole bunch of people in my family show up so we move to a bigger table. I'm still pretty miserable. but then--ALAS! I see four of my friends outside, walking towards the restaurant we're in!!!! I can't believe my eyes!! Actually, I do wonder if it's a mirage, but I run out anyway and IT'S THEM! MY BIRTHDAY ISN'T MISERABLE!
Hm. The friends were: Sharebear, Kim, Nat, and Lolo. Where's all the others?? I'll never know 0.0

My thoughts on...

Yep. I'm going to go there. I'm going to bore you all with a long rant on my feelings on the Big Guy.
If you're wondering why...I've been reading a lot of posts about people's feelings on God, and, like a true animal of the herd, I decided to jump ship. Oops. That's not the right phrase! I decided to...join...the...herd? Ugh, unnecessary repitition.
Okay. So. Let's begin.
I believe in God. And Jesus. I guess that makes me Christian? If I am, I'm a terrible Christian. I don't pray particularly often...I've never read the Bible, only kid's versions of it...the only, what, two (?) times I've stepped into a church was for a class trip and a wedding. I'm an avid fan of evolution. I mean, hell, isn't science just another religion? Isn't the entire purpose of science to name things we couldn't previously explain? JUST LIKE OTHER RELIGIONS? There needs to be a new religion. It's basis: There's a big guy(s) in the sky who is the cause/guiding factor/King of Awesomeness and is the reason we're all here. There. That is a new religion, officially. I call it: Strawberrynism [straw-bear-in-izum]. Or Strawberrynity [straw-bear-en-eh-tee]
Anyway. Strawberrynism aside. That's what I believe. It doesn't make sense to me that some all-powerful being would just point a finger and make everything JUST AS IT WAS. If we really are all the children of God....well, don't parents just love watching their kids grow up? Wouldn't He rather give us a helping start (i.e. creating us) than just throw us in the middle of the bull ring? That makes more sense to me, honestly. I think God is the hand guiding evolution, basically. Of course, religion is manmade...anyway...I believe there IS a God or gods guiding evolution. Maybe His name is Joe.
Oh, did I say I believed in God? Right. I forgot to mention: I don't believe in religion. In fact, there may be nothing I despise more. Maybe because I despise fanaticism. Maybe because people use religion as an kill, to hate, to push their own beliefs. People have faith so they can go to sleep thinking they know the answers to some impossible questions, but people created religion because they were convinced their own answers were right. I think faith is akin to hope; I think religion exploits it.
Oh, and Jesus. Frankly, I don't care if he could walk on water or not. He wasn't telling people to kill each other! His lessons were good ones, even if hard to uphold. He was trying to get people to be better, and the Christian church adopted his lessons as their own.
Hmmmm....just in case you were wondering, I am not Catholic in any way.
It occurs to me that most people who post about their religion are really on one side or the other, not on the fence like I am. No, that's not the right phrase. A little persuasion would definitely not topple me over to one side.

Really, though, when I stand outside in the middle of a storm, watching trees do some terrible dance in the wind; watching the sky flash brilliant white, blinding white; when I do that, I don't see God or science. I don't sense some outer vastness that I can't comprehend. In fact I may be so confined within myself--my soul may be so cut off from this display--that I don't see anything at all.
Just an idea.
When you die, you ascend. Your soul becomes part of the universe. If their is a heaven, it's because your conscious (spelled wrong?) remains. The idea of heaven, or hell, while an interesting idea and certainly a good deterrent from sinning at all, just doesn't work out for me. It makes sense, in a blind-faith way, but not in a probable way.

I don't like this post at all.

Friday, May 14, 2010


Instead of writing about anything decent (like, say, oh, the season finale of Smallville? Love.) I'm just gonna post another excerpt. Not to the same story, though. No. My writing's kinda been in a rut lately and I'm hoping it'll improve if I keep writing.
They always seemed surprised when I told them who my husband was. Shocked, maybe. Perhaps horrified? One lady called me the devil--of course, I calmly explained my reasoning and she seemed to change her mind. If spitting on my shoes is changing her mind. Oh well; some people are just so stubborn.
What they don't understand is that Grim didn't ask for his job.
We met when I was seventeen. Now, don't go around thinking there was some kind of scandalous underage love affair going on--there wasn't. I hated having him around the house, especially when my sister was so adamant about keeping him. She wanted to nurse him back to health, she said, but we all knew she had feelings for him. With him around, I always felt like death was lurking at the back door, waiting to take us; I guess it was. The point is, I didn't really get to know him until I was nineteen and he had just taken my sister.
Oh, we didn't think he could. That's why we let him under our roof, I guess. He was so weak, so weak, when we took him in. He was dying on our front step--oh, what happens when he dies? Is it even possible? Who will take him? Anyway. He was dying on our front step, bloody and human and mortal, more a corpse than a man. He was all white--blindingly so. Paper white. Death white. His shaggy hair hung in dark knots around his skinny shoulders; his entire body was bleeding and raw. I knew exactly what he was, of course. The moment I saw him, I knew. It was his eyes.
They were like the sky.
I watched him regain strength. I watched him be stunningly human and simple. Who knew he would have a personality? Who knew he could be human at all? But all around him was the shadow of death; it filled the house with a permanent stench. It clung to my sister's every move. I saw it, we all saw it, but she didn't see it. She didn't want to see it. I think she loved him without ever realizing he could never love her back.
When he took her, he was as vast as eternity.
It was the final step in his healing, really. He was almost strong enough to regain his true form--he just needed a first victim. No, not a victim. A soul. It just happened to be my sister. I watched her die. I watched him stride into the room, carry her soul in his arms, and turn into Death.
It was so beautiful.
That's when it happened.
I didn't think he'd return. We were still grieving. How could he show his face when he had just taken our beloved sister? But he did return, and he waited outside my window for me to come outside, to sink into his arms and sob. It sounds backwards, but I felt safe around him. He was no enemy to me. He was real as anything, as gentle and soft as any other good man. I know even now that he is a good man. He always has been.
Oh, when I tell people who I married, they look at me as if looking at Death himself.
Yes indeed.
I need to join newspaper in high school but I can't find the club...ugh. They have it listed as a club at West but not at East. I'm also thinking of joining Model UN. Maybe? I don't even know what the heck it is, but Halden keeps suggesting it and it sounds kind of fun. Maybe? Maybe not. I just need two clubs and Kim wants me to do tennis with her, but I don't know how good I'd be at it. I'm really more of a badminton person.
I miss playing the violin. Like, I REALLY miss playing the violin. I bet you didn't even know I used to play violin. Haha, I wonder if I started playing again after 3 years if it would all come back to me?

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Are you confused? SO AM I! More excerpts. Is that how you spell it? I don't like this one too much.

I just wrote at least a half page of writing and got rid of it because it sucked. Haha. Misleading title.
We've started the Shakespeare unit! Yay!
Basil seriously pisses me off. Actually, most people do.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

You start to wonder why you're here, not there.

Sorry for the lack of blogging. I just don't like you all anymore >.<
NOOOOOOO JUST KIDDING! Of courz I lurvz yoo.

The PPPP wasn't as fun, actually. It was still fun. That's a given. Especially with Silver there this time. But we didn't get lost. Poo :(
I went to Silver's house after afterward, where she had the audacity to lock herself in her room and fall asleep ^.- Yup. How does that even happen??
Anyway. Silver's mom drove me home, and we had a nice conversation along the way. Haha. I was proud of myself because it didn't sink into awkward silence; you know, how conversations usually do? I like Silver's mom, mainly because she complimented my writing. That is an automatic check in my book :)

Kim and I (oooh! correct grammar!) completely killed it in debate. We were amazing. Unfortunately, we were ONCE AGAIN against a bunch of sixth graders. I really wish someone of decent debating caliber would show up so we could prove our worth.

Nothing happened today. Zip. There's a project due on Friday that I haven't started and Basil annoys me. That's all.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Dance in the dark, cuz when he's looking she falls apart.

Enjoy my awesome dramatic-conversation-writing skills. WOOT WOOT.
* * *
Words were like bricks at the bottom of my stomach. I couldn’t speak. She waited there patiently—a time bomb, ticking down till the words exploded.
Where was my wisdom now? 500 years and I hadn’t learned a God-damned thing.
“I was born in 1503.”
NO! No! The words had escaped, slipped off my tongue when they were supposed to stay inside my head. No! Her eyes grew impossible wide. She had never expected that—not in her wildest dreams did she expect that. Her mouth opened wide; her jaw was practically on the floor. A gasping sound emerged from her throat; a breathy, shocked sound, like she was desperate for oxygen. No! I should never have spoken to her! She was a demon now, I was sure, an impossible demon, sent from hell to destroy me…
She collapsed back on the couch, and I leapt up, but her eyes remained open. She was aware, at least. “Oh, God, Damon. Oh God. 1503. Damon. 1503.”
I couldn’t allow myself to speak. I didn’t deserve to. Anyway, I was sure that if I did she would’ve had a heart attack. God dammit, why had I ever opened my mouth?!
“You’re—” Her eyes were frozen, glassy orbs, trained on the blank wall in between the two windows. “You’re 507. You’re 507 years old.”
I didn’t move. I was sure anything I did would send her over the edge. I had to let my age sink in slowly, let her get used to the idea before I told her the rest…
She leapt up suddenly, eyes ablaze and horrified. “That’s absolutely sick, Damon!”
I didn’t move.
“507!” she screamed, so loud I was sure the entire town could hear her. I sank back, shoved onto the couch by the force of her anger. “507! Oh, God…” She suddenly collapsed back on the couch, appalled and clearly faint. “I can’t believe I—Oh, God…”
She suddenly blushed. Oh, the money I would’ve paid to know what she was thinking…I tried to let what had just happened affect me, but it was difficult. Every bone in my body ached to comfort her, even though I knew it would only distress her now.
She was right, though. I had never considered that before, but she was right. I was an old man, an ancient man…what right did I have to think about her in—in that way? But then she snapped out of it, shook her head, and stared straight at me, eyes intent.
“No. Never mind.” She swallowed roughly. “Just…tell me the rest. Don’t stop. I don’t care how I react, just tell me everything.”
I was sure she wasn’t ready, but I was a slave to her wishes. The words exploded from my mouth before I could stop them.
“I was born rich,” I began, watching her every move. I didn’t care what she said; I would stop again if I had to. She remained composed, though she seemed to wince at every other word. “Very rich. I was part of the aristocracy—privileged, spoiled, and pompous.” I watched her. She didn’t look at me. “I would like to think I’ve changed since then, but—anyway. I was the picture of youth and beauty. I had everything. But…”
This was the hard part. The part I never thought about. The part I never realized affected me so deeply.
I had never even—oh.
“My mother died when I was ten,” I muttered, speaking more to myself than to her now. “I guess…I think that was what prompted it. My obsession. I became obsessed with death; or rather, with not dying.” I laughed without humor. “I guess I could be compared to Dorian Grey—I wanted my youth and beauty to last forever. Yes, I was very conceited, but when you’re wealthy you have a right to be.
“Oh, Emma, I can’t even tell you how it ate away at me. I could literally feel myself die, every second of the day—I felt my body decaying from the inside out, even as a teenager. By the time I was twenty I was nearly insane from it. Every moment of my life was devoted to…to immortality.” I didn’t pause. I barely took a breath. I couldn’t let the expression on her face stop me. “Yes. I knew no concept of life after death. I didn’t care. I wanted to live as I was—wealthy and young—forever. I didn’t care how it happened.
“I drove everyone away. People who were once my friends. People I never gave a second thought to. That made me the perfect candidate, I suppose—I was not close to anyone anymore, and I didn’t miss them. I was too busy being afraid. I was fearful every day of my life. I was afraid of going to sleep, lest I shouldn’t wake up. I was a wreck. I barely ate. Every night I would go out and wander around the city like a lost soul. I was bone-thin, pale, sallow. The most prominent feature on my face was the bags under my eyes. I suppose I looked like a ghost…” I shuddered. I hadn’t relived those days in hundreds of years—no, I suppressed them. They were the worst time in my life. “I didn’t care that everyone hated me. Even my father hated me. He was a proud man…much like I was…and my behavior embarrassed him. How could he explain to his important colleagues why I never came down for dinner anymore, why I was always out of the house, or why I was spoken of so unfavorably in their circles? I never gave him a thought, of course—I never gave anyone a thought but myself. I didn’t see how much he hated me. I was blind to all the world except myself.
“Maybe, if I had given a thought to anyone else, I would’ve seen it coming. He didn’t say a word to me, Emma—not a word. One night I came home from one of my walks and the door was simply locked. The house was dead. I did not shout, or bang on the door…I no longer had any connection to my lifelong home, or to my father, who I had once revered. I simply turned and walked back into the city. Oh—did I mention the city? I was born in Spain—”
“You don’t look Spanish.”
Her voice was, to say the least, a shock. I had been so caught up in my memories—memories that were once fuzzy and vague, but were now as sharp as if they had happened yesterday—that I had forgotten she was there. When had she moved to the couch? When had she taken my hand? Her voice was shaky, as if she was trying hard not to think too much about everything I had said. I squeezed her hand.
“My father was Spanish. My mother was English. I was born in Spain, but grew up in London.”
She nodded once, very seriously, and I was about to continue when she blurted out: “Damon is not a Spanish or an English name. It’s Greek. And I’m pretty sure it's not from the 16th century, either…”
“Ah.” I found myself blushing, though I didn’t really know why. It was just another lie, after all. “Yes. I was named after my father…”
“Let me finish.” I gave her a serious look. “My father’s name was ‘Alejandro’. I was christened Alexander.”
Her face was completely blank. There was a long pause. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her—I was afraid she would disappear if I did. Her eyes were impossibly wide.
Then she whispered, with all the heartbreak of the world, “Was everything a lie?”
Oh, God. No, no, Emma. How I feel about you is not a lie. I extricated my hand from hers. “Emma.”
“No.” She was crushed. I could tell. “No. Didn’t I tell you? My name’s not Emma. It’s Jessica. I’m also part Chinese. Oh, and I was born 500 years ago and EVERYTHING I TOLD YOU WAS A LIE!”
She burst into tears.
* * *
Oh, yes. Things are revealed about our Damon-Wamon-Poo. He was a pompous, rich, insane bastard, and his real name is Alexander. Is it a bad idea to change the name of someone in the middle of a book? Probably.
This is in luei of actual blogging, yes. Haha. I butchering 'leui' right there. Or however you spell it.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Maybe you and me got lost somewhere--we can't move on and we can't stay here.

I totally stole this song from Nat. I like it, but it has such a weird chorus. Actually, the lyrics in general are kind of weird.
For some reason, it makes me pretty miserable.

I haven't had a decent entry in awhile. I mean, hell, this one's not gonna be any better, since I haven't done anything AT ALL. I think I was going to do my humanities project, but alas, it didn't get done....oh well? It's due on Friday, which means I'll finish it on Thursday, but still, it's nice to pretend to make an effort before that.
This song actually made me tear up the first time I listened to it. Like, seriously, it's probably my second favorite song. I love it so much. LISTEN TO IT.
[Hey Now--Augustana]
Ummm....really, I'm kind of looking forward to school tomorrow just so I'll have something to think about.
Gladiator is such a freaking epic movie.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

For the shadows see all and they rarely forget; every dream that you've had, every act you regret.

I am immensely jealous of musically gifted people.
Anyway! Water park today! It was actually a lot of, A LOT of fun. There was Kim, Silver, ShareBear, Zucky, Leo, and I, and it was purty dawn awesome even though pretty much the only things they had were the Lazy River and three amaxing water slides. Ha ha, ho ho, indeed :) That was a weird thing. Anyway. Zz and Seeby <3 Haha crypticness.
That was an insane paragraph.
I've decided I like Leo. Obviously, not LIKElike...I'm not Kim, haha. But he's decent. He has no abs. Just so you know. I know you all really, really wanted to know if Leo had abs or not, and I'm here to tell you he doesn't.
I can't really think of anything else. I'm really kind of out of it. Good bye.

Friday, May 7, 2010

I breathe you in, and now I'm in too deep.

You're lucky. The song I'm listening inspired me to blog.
Okay, so, I totally just saw Iron Man 2, and it was actually pretty awesome. I heard some bad reviews, but I think they were a bit, you know, critical. The scene with the Queen song is awesome mostly because it has a Queen song :), Basil knows I don't like him. This actually happened, like, yesterday, and I forgot to mention it. So, he just randomly asks Kim in science class if I still like him. I'm pretty sure he's done this about every six months since the first time, just to make sure. Anyway, for the first time, she can actually say 'no'. He asks how she did it. She says it was mostly me, actually [;)], so he asks what I said, and Kim, who was never the best at this thing (sorry, Kim, but it's true) said I said he was a jerk or something. And he gives her a look. I mean, it's true, but hell, that makes me sound like a whiny moron. Anyway. So now he knows :)
I'm pretty sure something else happened today, but I don't know what.
Ummm, Lulu talked to me. And Genne. Both about the same topic which I feel will be unlucky to mention. I mean, hell, I don't even care about it enough for it to be a big deal--but you know what? Never mind.
Water park tomorrow :) I'm nervous. And excited. Ugh, I had too much salt at the movies earlier...

Thursday, May 6, 2010

My cat makes a sound like a demon child when she's about to throw up.
OH MY GOD TODAY WAS FUN. I mean, for the most part, it was really boring. But then me, Lolo, and Kim staid after school for the Perfect Petroleum Pipeline Picnic. We walked all the way down the path behind our school, discovered some weird, secluded church; that the path ended in a shopping area; and the Tree of Souls. I also stepped in a stream, and we got lost :) It was totally awesome. I just took a shower and I am SO SORE. Haha, I suppose the soda I'm drinking now will kind of discount all my burned calories.
I feel happy :)

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I'm the only one, Part Two.

I give up. I swear to Christ...if one more person overreacts, I may explode into a ball of fiery...God, I dunno, frustration? Fury? Something beginning with an F.
I don't even feel like explaining the situation to you guys. It'll only make me want to strangle something more.


I'm pretty sure I've used that as a title before. Whatever.
Well! First things first. The mall was super fun yesterday! I didn't find anything, but both Kim and Share-Bear got awesome bathing suits. Woot!
Unfortunately, while the rest of my week is still intact, the sleepover has been cancelled. Apparently, Kim's mom claimed she never told her about the sleepover, which she did. So, we moved it to Silver's house. But now Kim can't even go, so we have to reschedule...AGAIN.
Now for today.
Really nothing happened today, except we watched two crappy movies and I said "Fievel, my son!" several times. Oh, but Lavendar showed up. Yes. Remember my post two days ago, where I said the following four things?
  1. It will be awkward sitting next to Lavendar in science.
  2. She shouldn't be reading my blog anymore, because we're not friends.
  3. I really just don't like her. Apparently it's illegal not to like someone.
  4. I don't want to be friends with her anymore.
Four things she already knows or should know. Apparently, this made her cry. Then she goes off and tells everyone about this at lunch...and, encouraged by them telling her how sad that is or whatever, she tries to talk to me in humanities, but that's not really important...anyway. Nat tries to tell me why this is mean. I understand why this could be considered mean. Because of #3 on the list. I understand, but I don't really think I was in the wrong to say something so mild and obvious on MY blog. I never said I hated her or anything, and I don't. She shouldn't even be reading it. I'm glad, though, that at least Nat tried, because Ani just said I was "so mean" and that "CYBERBULLYING IS ILLEGAL!!!!"
Ani really, really pisses me off with this. Here's another list, just to explain why:
  1. She has nothing to do with the situation. This is the worst. She just heard a sob story, ONE side of the argument, and automatically went off saying I was a terrible mean bully-person. NO. It's really not her business AT ALL.
  2. I was not cyberbullying, bullying, or anything of the sort. Cyberbullying would be saying she was a psychotic bitch-whore and that everybody hates her, which is not true and something I would never say anyway (YOU HEAR ME? THIS IS NOT TRUE!). To say I was was implying that I said something like that...which I didn't, and which only proves Ani knows nothing about the situation.
  3. This is slightly unrelated, but everyone insists that I called Lavendar a slut. I did not, and she is not. OKAY? DO YOU GET IT? STOP PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH, PEOPLE!
Okay. Anyway. I meant to tell her all of this today, but never got the chance. It actually really, really pisses me off that I'm always considered the mean one just because I'm never the one crying...OH CHRIST. Another thing. It's not my fault that she reacted in...such a way. Don't use that as an argument to why I'm such a horrible person!
Wow. That took up a lot of space.
Really nothing else happened today, though. FIEVEL, MY SON!








Yet more proof that fear turns humankind back into neanderthals... what I'm debating to post.
Last night there was a spider. In my room. On my wall. Behind my printer. As we all know, I am deathly afraid of spiders. I didn't realize it was so bad again until last night...I mean, after all, I was standing over it with a bottle of Off! and a tissue box screaming "DIE! DIE! WHY WON'T YOU DIE??!?!?!?!?!!?1" and hyperventilating.
Yeah, yeah, spiders are good, all life is important, blah blah blah. When there is a spider in my room, I really don't give a damn. If it's outside, I won't try to kill it. I'll just run away, perhaps screaming like a little girl. If it's in the house, I'll kill it. If it's in my ROOM...oh no. I will f*cking burn off its skin with bug spray, I will. Oh, and I realize spiders don't have skin. You should've told that to me last night, when I was equipped with several spider torture instruments, a pencil, and a notebook. Never good things for me to have.
I have about four pages of impossible-to-read scrawl (which I believe would be excellent for a handwriting analysis class, haha) with a lot of grammar mistakes (no spelling mistakes, though. oh no.) and a LOT of swearing. I'm a right potty mouth when I'm scared. Haha I just said "right." Wtf? I don't say that! AHH WHY WON'T MY DAD EFFING COME HOME OH MY GOD WHY WON'T IT DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
In case you were wondering what I wrote.
It's pretty terrible.
It also highly suggested I'm insane.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Are you an artist?

I don't have time for a full entry so let me just say this:
All artists are essentially the same, whether they draw or write, play or sculpt or whatever. I've always noticed this.
  1. Artists take great pride in their work. It is their baby. It is their life force and a declaration of who they are. They put every ounce of care into it they can--spend hours trying to get the perfect shade for someone's eyes, or finding the perfect way to describe the sunlight filtering through the trees, or waiting for that one little drop of water to fall so they can snap the perfect picture of it. Artist's only produce their best.
  2. Artists are their own greatest critic. Artists will slave over their work for hours, trying futilely to realize the perfect vision in their heads. They are convinced their work is never good enough--and yet, if someone else criticizes it, they are crushed.
  3. Artists tend not to create because they're good at it...they create because they have so much in their heads that if they didn't get it out, they would go insane. They never get it all out, or ever feel that they do.
    For example, I write because there are so many stories just buzzing around in my head. So many places and characters and names...I can't keep them all inside. I have to write them down. I. Have. To.
  4. Artists are kind of insane. They see everything through the lens of their own form. They see winter as poetic death, or love as something similar to gravity. Some would call them melodramatic. They previous point contributes to this--there is a constant flow and outpour of ideas that will never fully be realized, and it's a little heartbreaking.
  5. Artists see beauty.
    I've known people who don't see beauty. They think a flower is pretty because it is a flower, not because of the curve of the petals are whatever.
    I see beauty in words. Others see it in paintings, pictures, music, whatnot. Some artists are content just to be surrounded by beauty. Hell, artists crave beauty. They do tend to be a bit cynical, after all. Just a touch.
Obviously....there are exceptions. These are just some things I've noticed.
I would've gone on to say that artists tend to think they/the world are (is?) insignifant, or that they search for beauty because they're surrounded by ugliness or something, but I thought that would be too narrow.
Obviously, I consider myself an artist. I'm not the best writer in the world. I never pretend to be. Words are still my medium, though--ugh. Sorry. I guess I could've written a normal entry, after all. This has just been bothering me immensely.
One last note: I really cannot appreciate, admire, relate to, or stand people who do not see beauty. I really just can't. As soon as I found out they can't, I will lose any shred of good feelings for them. I will immediately know we have nothing in common and I will never be able to trust them with anything.
It makes me sad that there are people like that.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Oh, the places you'll go.

Changed seats in science. It's not so bad, except I'm sitting next to Lavendar, which is as awkward as hell. I know she'll probably be reading this, since a few weeks ago she made a reference to my blog which really pissed me off because 1) she shouldn't be reading my blog. We're not friends. And 2) someone told her who I liked at the time, who I don't anymore. Like, seriously, what the fuck?
Here's the truth: I really just don't like her. Some people just don't get along, okay? I, being the cold heartless bitch that I am, do not like her. I suppose I'm encouraged by another friend of mine who also doesn't like her, but anyway...she keeps trying to talk to me, without realizes that if I actually gave a damn about restoring the friendship I would've apologized by now. Ringo did the same thing...kept trying to talk to me, to start conversations that would never end well. I'm not some secretive mystery; if I like you and want to be your friend, I'll try to talk to you. It doesn't seem that complex to me.
I remember a dream I had once, after The Fight, where I was overly nice to Lavendar and then worried like hell that she would buy too much into it and think I wanted to be her friend again. That was the entire dream.
Anyway. Again.
There's also Lori, some quiet semip girl who I don't really talk to but seems okay, and Lesil, who scares the shi-at outta me but is also pretty funny. And LuLu, who is kind of seperated but still spends the entire class bothering Lesil. LuLu is a guy, by the way. Not to be mistaken with Lolo (heavens no!)
Going to the mall with Share-Bear and Kim-Wim tomorrow! And on Saturday, the water park (sigh...) and then a sleepover with Kim-Wim and Silver-Wilver at Kim-Wims house where we will watch V for Vendetta which is epic. Hee!

VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
So epic. So, so epic.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

I love The Sims 2.

Yup. I said it. I love it so much. I love creating the people, designing the houses, making their lives work out how I want them to. It could be said that the only people who play The Sims are sad, lonely people without lives of their own, and hell, I kind of agree. It's not like I play it rather than hang out with my friends though, which I have NOT been doing all weekend.
I feel the need to share the latest family I made. So, if you don't care, which you probably don't, feel free just not to read.
There's the gramma. Mirna, I think I called her. She spends most of her time in her bedroom reading (I'm glad I finally found the perfect person to go on the bottom floor of this house--why would a bedroom be on the bottom floor? Because of old people!). She used to be a famous ballerina but has since retired, for obvious reasons.
She has a single daughter, who I currently forget the name of. I like her daughter cuz she's really pretty even with her heavy eyebrows (I love making people with unusual features that still look good). She's very strait-laced and a bit proud, but those are only her iffy traits. She has a daughter, Leva, who she loves whole-heartedly.
She also has a boyfriend, Josef, who has two kids--Aden and Rebeka. They're not married yet--something that Gramma doesn't approve of--but they're planning on it. Rebeka and Leva share a room, and Aden is totally meant to be with Leva. Yes, I am one of those people who make Sims just to go with other Sims. That's the only reason Josef and No-Name aren't married, haha. I wanted their kids to have someone.
Haha. I'm gonna see how far I can go with only three families in this town.


My parents just returned my awesome dress and they have yet to give me a reason. The dress I bought, with my own money. That looks awesome on me. That I HAVE a shoulder-thingy for, so it's not inappropiate. Since they don't actually have a decent reason, they're just going with the old 'I told you so', to which I say: stfu. I don't freaking care.
Here are the reasons they came up with:

  1. It's strapless. Strapless dresses aren't allowed.
  2. Mom told me not to buy it because it's strapless.
    First of all, considering it doesn't count as strapless anymore cuz of the sweater thing, this argument is invalid. Secondly, I can buy whatever the hell I want. Thirdly, my parents seem to have this idea that if they don't call something a punishment it won't count as a punishment. Making me return the dress because I disobeyed them would count as a punishment. Duh. I can't even get over how stupid that is.
  3. My friends 'pressured' me into buying it.
    Yes, they did strongly suggest it. But I'm not some mindless cow who just does whatever people tell her to do. I wouldn't have bought the dress if I didn't want to. Hell, I would never spend 30 bucks if I didn't really, really love what ever I was buying! So don't feed me that 'peer pressure' crap. I think I would know.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

A Letter:

Dear Anonymous Followers of My Blog,

Hi! I guess, technically, you're not really anonymous. You have names. But no blogs. You're just an account. And you don't comment. Comment! I can't exactly comment you back, but it'd be nice to know who you are!

I also really, really need to take a shower. But that has nothing to do with you.

Love Always,

The Various Nicknames of M, M, and J

  • Marco
  • Marco Polo (pronounced MARCO POLOOOOOO!)
  • Muccy
  • Moopy
  • Mudball
  • Muddy
  • Mudz
  • Mooby
  • Muppy
  • Jake
  • Jakelz
  • Pupples
  • Puppy
  • Jakey
  • Jakel-Wakel
I've not included all the Muppy-Wuppies and Muccy-Wuccies. Except for Jakel-Wakel. But I didn't do Jakey-Wakey, which is more common. I lurv me furries :)
And a tribue to Missy, the best dog ever: