So today in health we were taking notes about smoking and Miss Patel decided to show us some smoking videos on youtube.
Lauren Webber and Aaron Petty told her about those "sunny side of the truth" commercials, with the songs and the cartoons, so she searched them, the "type" one and the "magical amount" one.
I almost cried.
I'm such a loser, haha.
But it is kind of sad.
As I told my LJ readers (nobody) I downloaded Limewire yesterday.
I didn't quite get it at first, but now I totally do.
I feel really illegal, but that shit's hella cool!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Sacred feather
so i guess people do read my blog. But that's okay because it makes me happy.
I wrote a rap and I was going to post it so I had it on both computers without emailing it to myself, but depending on my readers, i may take it down.
i'm not going to tell you who it's about.
But the geniuses will be able to figure it out. and maybe even non-geniuses.
So here we are. It's a work in progress, and I tweak it at least every few hours. Honestly.
And if you guess who it is, please don't use the name in a comment. Just in case, you know?
This is probably coming down. Seriously.
Verse one:
Man, I used to want to hug you
And make sure you never cry
But you wouldn’t let me try.
And then you didn’t tell me why.
All I know for sure is that
You didn’t want anything to do with me.
And I found it to be
Something that got to an intolerable degree.
You really ticked me off
One minute all friendly, and the next was “fuck off”.
You only had one thing on your mind
And I know fucking what.
It was a girl
And she fucking made you cut.
She’s a great person, yeah, I know.
But you were so fucking stubborn, that you couldn’t let go.
Chorus:
Sometimes, you know, I wish you dead.
But only because I can't get in your head.
Just know I always hated to love you best.
And send your smile my regrets.
Verse two:
And now.
Man, I’m spending way too much time.
Just sitting here stringing together words that rhyme.
And hoping it turns out at least a little okay.
Hoping I didn’t just waste a good chunk of my day.
It always felt like I didn’t care
But now, you’re not there
It’s all stressful air, and I can feel it.
Just like maybe if I reach out, I can steal it.
And maybe toss it out the door
Accidentally throw it on the floor
Like “oops, there it goes.
The bullshit that everyone knows.
I hope it doesn’t reappear.
Because I’m kind of glad it isn’t still here.”
Chorus:
Sometimes, you know, I wish you dead.
But only because I can't get in your head.
Just know I always hated to love you best.
And send your smile my regrets
In other news, I have a busy weekend.
i'm headed to a volleyball game tomorrow morning and then babysitting that afternoon. Then I'm going to a show that night (probably). Anyone want to come?
Sunday I'm babysitting and then going to the mall with shelby. What do you have planned?
I wrote a rap and I was going to post it so I had it on both computers without emailing it to myself, but depending on my readers, i may take it down.
i'm not going to tell you who it's about.
But the geniuses will be able to figure it out. and maybe even non-geniuses.
So here we are. It's a work in progress, and I tweak it at least every few hours. Honestly.
And if you guess who it is, please don't use the name in a comment. Just in case, you know?
This is probably coming down. Seriously.
Verse one:
Man, I used to want to hug you
And make sure you never cry
But you wouldn’t let me try.
And then you didn’t tell me why.
All I know for sure is that
You didn’t want anything to do with me.
And I found it to be
Something that got to an intolerable degree.
You really ticked me off
One minute all friendly, and the next was “fuck off”.
You only had one thing on your mind
And I know fucking what.
It was a girl
And she fucking made you cut.
She’s a great person, yeah, I know.
But you were so fucking stubborn, that you couldn’t let go.
Chorus:
Sometimes, you know, I wish you dead.
But only because I can't get in your head.
Just know I always hated to love you best.
And send your smile my regrets.
Verse two:
And now.
Man, I’m spending way too much time.
Just sitting here stringing together words that rhyme.
And hoping it turns out at least a little okay.
Hoping I didn’t just waste a good chunk of my day.
It always felt like I didn’t care
But now, you’re not there
It’s all stressful air, and I can feel it.
Just like maybe if I reach out, I can steal it.
And maybe toss it out the door
Accidentally throw it on the floor
Like “oops, there it goes.
The bullshit that everyone knows.
I hope it doesn’t reappear.
Because I’m kind of glad it isn’t still here.”
Chorus:
Sometimes, you know, I wish you dead.
But only because I can't get in your head.
Just know I always hated to love you best.
And send your smile my regrets
In other news, I have a busy weekend.
i'm headed to a volleyball game tomorrow morning and then babysitting that afternoon. Then I'm going to a show that night (probably). Anyone want to come?
Sunday I'm babysitting and then going to the mall with shelby. What do you have planned?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
eggie bread.
I forgot to mention, I hit the big 5-oh yesterday. 51 posts. nice.
I doodled Vanessa Carlton from the white houses video.
It's her same outfit but she's way skinnier in the picture. Probably because I was watching Americas Next Top Model at the same time.
It's actually on white paper, though, not blue.
Damn cameras, haha.
I doodled Vanessa Carlton from the white houses video.
It's her same outfit but she's way skinnier in the picture. Probably because I was watching Americas Next Top Model at the same time.
It's actually on white paper, though, not blue.
Damn cameras, haha.
Friday, March 21, 2008
miserableosity.
If you look up miserableosity, in a dictionary, you won't find it because it's not a word, but if you ask me about it, I'll tell my that my bat mitzvah was the epitome of miserableosity.
The day started out okay. my hair was poofy, I had a stupid pair of pants on, and my mom made me wear ugly purple eyeshadow. The night before, I had helped set up my party. I was up pretty late, but whatever, yeah? I get to the temple. Adira was the first to arrive. My photographer was there. She was about three feet tall or something and her pictures were ugly but she was there. She snapped some shots of me with my friends and then we had family pictures. Yawn.
My service was the normal boring service. My grandma couldn't pronounce "tikkun olam" and I didn't say my speches loud enough. I froze up on my torah portion, so the the cantor had to feed me the words, whispering through the poof that was my head from behind me. Everyone swore I did wonderfully. I had a little luncheon after the service with some really tasty bagels and manechewitz. We all thought we were totally badass because we drank 14 of those teeny tiny cups of barely fermented wine.
Afterwards, torie came over. I changed out of my stupid outfit and got into some jammie. We went to the park with my guitar for a bit and then decided to get back to the house to get ready. I changed into my uglyass blue dress. My hair wouldn't cooperate, so I had ugly hair. I guess I put it up in a clip or something. I drew a little heart on my face with eyeliner. Like I said, we all thought we were badass.
We got there. Things were okay. Some people were totally lame and didn't show up. Some people were really lame because they showed up in ratty jeans and ripped shirts.
The food was great. My DJ sucked. My friends were, for the most part, fine. My photographer, damn her, was back again.
My ex came and crashed. This was especially bad because I still had MAJOR feelings for her and my best friends ditched me the whole night to hang out with her and her friends. I cried in the bathroom at my own bat mitzvah while everyone was inside dancing to my stupid DJ wondering where I was. My candle lighting ceremony was miserable. We didn't know that you were supposed to pick out music to play in the background before the party, so it was lame. My best friend didn't come in for the candle lighting. It wasn't cool enough, I guess. I cried more. Adira and India comforted me and Misti got mad at me for not spending time with my other guests.
People ask me why I still reflect on my bat mitzvah. I guess it's because everyone always talks about how wonderful theirs was. It's not like a birthday party that went bad. This is a once in a lifetime thing, religious-wise and otherwise. It really upset me that my once in a lifetime event that was supposed to be wonderful was the worst night of my life. Truly honestly, I can't think of a night, or even a day, that was worse than that. Not even when I was puking my lungs out or the night when my cat died.
I only have one picture on my computer from my bat mitzvah. It's from my sisters myspace. I just don't want to remember any more of my bat mitzvah than necessary. Besides, like I said, my photographer sucked.
February 25th, 2006
The day started out okay. my hair was poofy, I had a stupid pair of pants on, and my mom made me wear ugly purple eyeshadow. The night before, I had helped set up my party. I was up pretty late, but whatever, yeah? I get to the temple. Adira was the first to arrive. My photographer was there. She was about three feet tall or something and her pictures were ugly but she was there. She snapped some shots of me with my friends and then we had family pictures. Yawn.
My service was the normal boring service. My grandma couldn't pronounce "tikkun olam" and I didn't say my speches loud enough. I froze up on my torah portion, so the the cantor had to feed me the words, whispering through the poof that was my head from behind me. Everyone swore I did wonderfully. I had a little luncheon after the service with some really tasty bagels and manechewitz. We all thought we were totally badass because we drank 14 of those teeny tiny cups of barely fermented wine.
Afterwards, torie came over. I changed out of my stupid outfit and got into some jammie. We went to the park with my guitar for a bit and then decided to get back to the house to get ready. I changed into my uglyass blue dress. My hair wouldn't cooperate, so I had ugly hair. I guess I put it up in a clip or something. I drew a little heart on my face with eyeliner. Like I said, we all thought we were badass.
We got there. Things were okay. Some people were totally lame and didn't show up. Some people were really lame because they showed up in ratty jeans and ripped shirts.
The food was great. My DJ sucked. My friends were, for the most part, fine. My photographer, damn her, was back again.
My ex came and crashed. This was especially bad because I still had MAJOR feelings for her and my best friends ditched me the whole night to hang out with her and her friends. I cried in the bathroom at my own bat mitzvah while everyone was inside dancing to my stupid DJ wondering where I was. My candle lighting ceremony was miserable. We didn't know that you were supposed to pick out music to play in the background before the party, so it was lame. My best friend didn't come in for the candle lighting. It wasn't cool enough, I guess. I cried more. Adira and India comforted me and Misti got mad at me for not spending time with my other guests.
People ask me why I still reflect on my bat mitzvah. I guess it's because everyone always talks about how wonderful theirs was. It's not like a birthday party that went bad. This is a once in a lifetime thing, religious-wise and otherwise. It really upset me that my once in a lifetime event that was supposed to be wonderful was the worst night of my life. Truly honestly, I can't think of a night, or even a day, that was worse than that. Not even when I was puking my lungs out or the night when my cat died.
I only have one picture on my computer from my bat mitzvah. It's from my sisters myspace. I just don't want to remember any more of my bat mitzvah than necessary. Besides, like I said, my photographer sucked.
February 25th, 2006
Sgt. Pepper.
I think that if I wrote a suicide note in this blog, nobody would read it. or care. Normally that wouldn't bug me, because I can write whatever I want, but now it's really starting to tick me off. The fact that nobody cares, I mean. Not the "nobody reads my blog" thing. And I'm not going to write a suicide note you guys. I'm only trying to make a point. This whole week people haven't been listening to what I say. Yesterday was really painful, actually. In the span of 20 minutes three people had either ignored me or couldn't hear me. It definitely upset me. and today a friend forgot about our plans, so now I'm stuck with my brothers all night. That's really not fun. My brothers hate each other, so they yell at each other, and then my mom yells at them, and I can never get any fucking quiet to do anything, like read or play guitar or work on my novel. I apologize to her for getting upset about being put in this situation. Is there something wrong with me? Yes. There certainly is.
Why do I let people ignore what I'm saying? Why do I let people screw up my plans? Why do I always give people the benefit of the doubt? Why has nothing changed? Ever?
I'm going to be honest, I'm a little bit misty-eyed right now.but why? I had the best night for a long time last night. I got to meet Vanessa Carlton again. She gave me a hug and signed a poster and she was nice to me. She didn't ignore what I say. I think the reason I'm upset is that even though a person I really admire cared (if only for a moment), some people in my life every day don't care.
Whatever. I don't want to dwell on this and I don't want to be perceived as a whiny teenage girl who's upset because she didn't get all the attention all fucking day. I really don't think i'm like that.
In other sucky news, my pictures from the vanessa carlton concert last night aren't on the mix 106.5 website, but the people who went right ahead of us had their pictures up.
This fucking blows.
Why do I let people ignore what I'm saying? Why do I let people screw up my plans? Why do I always give people the benefit of the doubt? Why has nothing changed? Ever?
I'm going to be honest, I'm a little bit misty-eyed right now.but why? I had the best night for a long time last night. I got to meet Vanessa Carlton again. She gave me a hug and signed a poster and she was nice to me. She didn't ignore what I say. I think the reason I'm upset is that even though a person I really admire cared (if only for a moment), some people in my life every day don't care.
Whatever. I don't want to dwell on this and I don't want to be perceived as a whiny teenage girl who's upset because she didn't get all the attention all fucking day. I really don't think i'm like that.
In other sucky news, my pictures from the vanessa carlton concert last night aren't on the mix 106.5 website, but the people who went right ahead of us had their pictures up.
This fucking blows.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Happy Easter, P.F. Changs!
I love to blog. I loooove to blog. I love it. Yes.
The blogging process:
1. Go all day going nuts because you have to say something but you don't know what or how.
2. Sit down at the computer and realize you don't know what to say.
3. Start typing. Something will come out, yeah?
4. End up saying far too much. Good job, you look stupid. Wow.
5. Hit post and watch the comments fly in (this is sarcasm. as we've observed in the past, nobody reads my blog anymore. We've also explored the pros and cons. The pros are that I can really say anything I want and get no shit for it. The cons are that I feel unloved and I feel like i'm wasting time typing shit out that nobody cares about)
Today I went to P.F. Changs for the first time ever ever ever. They have incredible lettuce wraps and really good beef with broccoli. I drew an easter cartoon and doodled on the leftover bag.
Perhaps you recall my promise to post a picture in every post from now on? hahahahaha. We've also learned from the past that when I promise things, I forget. I don't mean to, but I do.
Armeen got a haircut.
The blogging process:
1. Go all day going nuts because you have to say something but you don't know what or how.
2. Sit down at the computer and realize you don't know what to say.
3. Start typing. Something will come out, yeah?
4. End up saying far too much. Good job, you look stupid. Wow.
5. Hit post and watch the comments fly in (this is sarcasm. as we've observed in the past, nobody reads my blog anymore. We've also explored the pros and cons. The pros are that I can really say anything I want and get no shit for it. The cons are that I feel unloved and I feel like i'm wasting time typing shit out that nobody cares about)
Today I went to P.F. Changs for the first time ever ever ever. They have incredible lettuce wraps and really good beef with broccoli. I drew an easter cartoon and doodled on the leftover bag.
Perhaps you recall my promise to post a picture in every post from now on? hahahahaha. We've also learned from the past that when I promise things, I forget. I don't mean to, but I do.
Armeen got a haircut.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Shm00fie.
In the span of 35 hours, I've written 1 and a half raps.
One was about Ryan Flemming, Torie and I wrote it mostly as a joke on the bus ride home so we didn't have to go insane and because the Game Plan is a stupid movie.
I wrote one verse of a rap about five minutes ago.
Why? It's not that I didn't have anything else to do. It's that I had something to say.
It needs a chorus but now is when I don't know what to say.
If you want to read it, I'll show it to you, but I don't want to put it up here because I don't want anyone judging me by my rap. I mean, I'm not a good rapper. I'm a 15 year old white girl from Los Gatos. And I don't want this person to know I wrote it. This person doesn't even read my blog. This person doesn't even give a shit about me. I just don't want to put it up.
In other news, camp roberts was incredible. It met the normal expectations, everything sucking up until the end, where you realize it absolutely did NOT suck. But that's how a lot of things are. I met some cool people. I learned some cool things. I ate some crappy food. In other words, it was pretty much pure bliss.
In more other news, Brian was right. The shooting didn't happen. What a waste of three days. Two of them were spent sick and one was spent staying home from a hoax. While the people at school played hangman and watched Rob and Big, I stayed home sewing and watching chick flicks, which are stupid, for the record.
I finally bought a replacement iPod for the one that got stolen during finals week. This time I promised that if it got stolen again, I'd punch everyone with a silver iPod classic in the face and then steal it out of their hands. I'd get a lot of iPods, and two of them would be bound to be mine. Then I'd give the others back. But, I mean, I know I'll forget who owns them, so I'd probably just keep the two that are mine, donate one to my schools GSA, and then give the rest to an orphanage. But, you know, hopefully it just won't get stolen so I don't have to play Robin Hood.
One was about Ryan Flemming, Torie and I wrote it mostly as a joke on the bus ride home so we didn't have to go insane and because the Game Plan is a stupid movie.
I wrote one verse of a rap about five minutes ago.
Why? It's not that I didn't have anything else to do. It's that I had something to say.
It needs a chorus but now is when I don't know what to say.
If you want to read it, I'll show it to you, but I don't want to put it up here because I don't want anyone judging me by my rap. I mean, I'm not a good rapper. I'm a 15 year old white girl from Los Gatos. And I don't want this person to know I wrote it. This person doesn't even read my blog. This person doesn't even give a shit about me. I just don't want to put it up.
In other news, camp roberts was incredible. It met the normal expectations, everything sucking up until the end, where you realize it absolutely did NOT suck. But that's how a lot of things are. I met some cool people. I learned some cool things. I ate some crappy food. In other words, it was pretty much pure bliss.
In more other news, Brian was right. The shooting didn't happen. What a waste of three days. Two of them were spent sick and one was spent staying home from a hoax. While the people at school played hangman and watched Rob and Big, I stayed home sewing and watching chick flicks, which are stupid, for the record.
I finally bought a replacement iPod for the one that got stolen during finals week. This time I promised that if it got stolen again, I'd punch everyone with a silver iPod classic in the face and then steal it out of their hands. I'd get a lot of iPods, and two of them would be bound to be mine. Then I'd give the others back. But, I mean, I know I'll forget who owns them, so I'd probably just keep the two that are mine, donate one to my schools GSA, and then give the rest to an orphanage. But, you know, hopefully it just won't get stolen so I don't have to play Robin Hood.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
France: Security Council
This is the ultimate list of things to pack for camp-like events. for me, at least.
I was thinking of doing it all in spanish, but then I decided I didn't want to.
Shower Stuff:
-Razors + shaving cream
-Shampoo, Conditioner
-Bar of soap, in a little case thing
-Loooooofa
-Towel
-Bathing suit + flip flops
-Shower mat (depends how clean facilities are)
-facewash
Other bathroom stuff:
-Toothbrush + toothpaste
-Hair product
-Minimal makeup
-Any face or body creams/gels/lotions
-Hairpins/hairties
-Blowdryer/straightener (ehh, perhaps)
-Deoderant
-Q-tips
Sleeping stuff:
-Pillow
-Sleeping bag
-Bedsheet
-Stuffed elephant (duh)
-Boxorz, sweatpants, tee shirt etc.
Clothing:
Depends on the weather and how long you'll be gone, but EXTRA SOCKS are a must, and a sweater. jeans of course. Shirts, mustn't go topless. Unless it's a nudie camp. Sounds like oodles of fun. Naked girls, yeahhhh. hahaha. And comfy shoes. Or uncomfy shoes. Whatever.
Other:
-Flashlight
-Pencils/pens
-Notebook
-Granola bar :]
-Bag
-Camera
-iPod/cell phone/cell phone charger
I'm probably forgetting something, so if you have any suggestions of stuff to add, leave a comment on this post. Don't forget, you DO NOT need an account to leave a comment! Just submit it anonymously, and then leave your name along with the comment so I know who you are. :)
I was thinking of doing it all in spanish, but then I decided I didn't want to.
Shower Stuff:
-Razors + shaving cream
-Shampoo, Conditioner
-Bar of soap, in a little case thing
-Loooooofa
-Towel
-Bathing suit + flip flops
-Shower mat (depends how clean facilities are)
-facewash
Other bathroom stuff:
-Toothbrush + toothpaste
-Hair product
-Minimal makeup
-Any face or body creams/gels/lotions
-Hairpins/hairties
-Blowdryer/straightener (ehh, perhaps)
-Deoderant
-Q-tips
Sleeping stuff:
-Pillow
-Sleeping bag
-Bedsheet
-Stuffed elephant (duh)
-Boxorz, sweatpants, tee shirt etc.
Clothing:
Depends on the weather and how long you'll be gone, but EXTRA SOCKS are a must, and a sweater. jeans of course. Shirts, mustn't go topless. Unless it's a nudie camp. Sounds like oodles of fun. Naked girls, yeahhhh. hahaha. And comfy shoes. Or uncomfy shoes. Whatever.
Other:
-Flashlight
-Pencils/pens
-Notebook
-Granola bar :]
-Bag
-Camera
-iPod/cell phone/cell phone charger
I'm probably forgetting something, so if you have any suggestions of stuff to add, leave a comment on this post. Don't forget, you DO NOT need an account to leave a comment! Just submit it anonymously, and then leave your name along with the comment so I know who you are. :)
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Oh Darcy, Darcy.
So, why is it that the more free time I have, the fewer blogs I post? It's almost embarrassing. Blogging is my THING, yo. and I'm totally neglecting it. It's like not feeding the last giant panda left in the world or something.
So what's new with me? not much to be honest. Even though, I probably couldn't tell you everything that happened since the last blog I posted. I could try, though, and probably get the gist of it.
February 28th was the day i posted my last blog. it was a Friday.
Saturday: Clean house. Blow 40 bucks at Joanns fabrics. Spend the night at Tories. Write and trash one and a half songs.
Sunday: Wake up in tories bed. McDonalds, gardening, guitar in a drained pool. Babysit.
Monday: A day. Not much really. School. Watch Medium at 10.
Tuesday: B day. Go to 5th period but totally skip the rest of the day. I met a cool chick in the health office.
which brings us to today, Wednesday.
First Period, Health. I watched the end of A Beautiful Mind and did some book work. During the movie, I whipped out my incredible box of 50 colored pencils and doodled on my spanish notebook. it's beautiful now.
Second period, Band. Reichert still isn't back. Those who haven't been counting, he hasn't been at school since Monday. We had another free period, but with a different sub. I finally understand the whole multiple allele thing for Bio, thanks to Jenna.
Lunch. I spent it with Shelby and Anne figuring out our jump rope routine for PE the next day and trying to find Annes new love interest. Shelby wouldn't shut up about Vanessa Carlton more than usual.
Third period, Spanish. we had a test. It was tre easy. Except tre is french, not spanish. hardy har. Audri colored with my colored pencils.
Fourth Period, Biology. We had a quiz on multiple alleles. I used my newly acquired ESP and mind-message-sending skills to thank Jenna for teaching me. I totally aced it.
I walked Annie to Badminton practice, which I'm planning on joining now that I have more free time. That cool girl i met in the health office was there but I don't think she saw me.
I came home. homework blah blah blah dinner blah blah blah UMS band concert blah blah blah. and now I'm here, blogging. The season finale of project runway is on soon. Yee.
So what's new with me? not much to be honest. Even though, I probably couldn't tell you everything that happened since the last blog I posted. I could try, though, and probably get the gist of it.
February 28th was the day i posted my last blog. it was a Friday.
Saturday: Clean house. Blow 40 bucks at Joanns fabrics. Spend the night at Tories. Write and trash one and a half songs.
Sunday: Wake up in tories bed. McDonalds, gardening, guitar in a drained pool. Babysit.
Monday: A day. Not much really. School. Watch Medium at 10.
Tuesday: B day. Go to 5th period but totally skip the rest of the day. I met a cool chick in the health office.
which brings us to today, Wednesday.
First Period, Health. I watched the end of A Beautiful Mind and did some book work. During the movie, I whipped out my incredible box of 50 colored pencils and doodled on my spanish notebook. it's beautiful now.
Second period, Band. Reichert still isn't back. Those who haven't been counting, he hasn't been at school since Monday. We had another free period, but with a different sub. I finally understand the whole multiple allele thing for Bio, thanks to Jenna.
Lunch. I spent it with Shelby and Anne figuring out our jump rope routine for PE the next day and trying to find Annes new love interest. Shelby wouldn't shut up about Vanessa Carlton more than usual.
Third period, Spanish. we had a test. It was tre easy. Except tre is french, not spanish. hardy har. Audri colored with my colored pencils.
Fourth Period, Biology. We had a quiz on multiple alleles. I used my newly acquired ESP and mind-message-sending skills to thank Jenna for teaching me. I totally aced it.
I walked Annie to Badminton practice, which I'm planning on joining now that I have more free time. That cool girl i met in the health office was there but I don't think she saw me.
I came home. homework blah blah blah dinner blah blah blah UMS band concert blah blah blah. and now I'm here, blogging. The season finale of project runway is on soon. Yee.
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