...really tired.
...sick of drama.
...tired of dealing with everyone else's shit.
...feeling really confined.
...not looking forward to this week.
...really not very happy right now.
...sick of people being vague and not saying whatever the hell it is they need to say.
...tired of people getting pissed at me when I try to reach out.
...frustrated because people won't help themselves.
...really confused as to why people create all this drama for themselves.
...really upset because I'm afraid I'm starting to become one of those people.
...so close to giving up right now, it's not even funny.
Goodnight.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Is it Spring Yet?
I'm normally not a huge fan of spring. I always used to think spring was just kind of a poser. Summer wannabe. It honestly didn't do much for me.
And then last spring...something just clicked. Suddenly, I was totally in love with spring. I think it started with spring break. I remember the day that school let out, we were in Bee's backyard for the first time in so long, laughing and talking and taking a bunch of pictures. The weather was perfectly lovely, warm but overcast. It was almost like that day started a new beginning. From March to May last year, as stressful as life could be, it was, for some reason, okay.
There was a lot going on then. AP tests, and the general load of sophomore year schoolwork, a lot of my friends started becoming halves of couples...there was a lot of stress. But when I think back on it now, I think I would give anything to go back and relive it. I've been looking at pictures of last spring for a few days now, and we really had a lot of fun. There was May Fiesta, Crying Thunder, the Indians Game, our APAH 70s scrapbook, single ladies night, my friends' Disney band trip. There was a lot going on. I was definitely not numb to all the stress, but for some reason, we were all able to deal with it and have an awesome time.
I really think it was spring. I think at this point, in the dead of winter, if everything piled up like that, we wouldn't be able to cope. Winter is just a downer. I don't mind snow, usually, although right now I'm totally over it. I just want the birds to chirp and the sun to shine and the rain to fall and the flowers to bloom. I want to smell that fresh spring smell and just be free. I'm genuinely looking forward to it.
So...is it spring yet?
And then last spring...something just clicked. Suddenly, I was totally in love with spring. I think it started with spring break. I remember the day that school let out, we were in Bee's backyard for the first time in so long, laughing and talking and taking a bunch of pictures. The weather was perfectly lovely, warm but overcast. It was almost like that day started a new beginning. From March to May last year, as stressful as life could be, it was, for some reason, okay.
There was a lot going on then. AP tests, and the general load of sophomore year schoolwork, a lot of my friends started becoming halves of couples...there was a lot of stress. But when I think back on it now, I think I would give anything to go back and relive it. I've been looking at pictures of last spring for a few days now, and we really had a lot of fun. There was May Fiesta, Crying Thunder, the Indians Game, our APAH 70s scrapbook, single ladies night, my friends' Disney band trip. There was a lot going on. I was definitely not numb to all the stress, but for some reason, we were all able to deal with it and have an awesome time.
I really think it was spring. I think at this point, in the dead of winter, if everything piled up like that, we wouldn't be able to cope. Winter is just a downer. I don't mind snow, usually, although right now I'm totally over it. I just want the birds to chirp and the sun to shine and the rain to fall and the flowers to bloom. I want to smell that fresh spring smell and just be free. I'm genuinely looking forward to it.
So...is it spring yet?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Defending my Music
Hi. We’re going to talk music today.
A few weeks ago I made a CD for a friend, and I wrote up a little explanation as to why I put certain songs on the CD. Since then, I’ve been thinking about why I like certain songs and artists.
So I thought it might be kind of fun to defend the stuff I love.
So basically, what I’m going to do here is go through my artists on my iPod and write up a little blurb-y thing about why I love them. And it’s way more fun that studying for a Chemistry test.
Really. It’s astounding what I’ll do to avoid chemistry.
Britney Spears – Her new stuff. I should probably consider putting some of her old stuff on here too, because it was a huge part of my childhood. I bought her CD Circus last year when I told myself I was going to start working out regularly. Ha. Haha. Am funny. Also, it’s not a bad CD. I’m not in love with it, but it’s kind of fun to listen to sometimes.
Erin McCarley – I don’t actually remember how I discovered her. But she’s cool. Her CD Love, Save the Empty, has really good songs on it. They’re super catchy and oddly relaxing. “Pony” is adorable.
Glee Cast – I’m going to be honest here. I love “Glee.” I love it. I feel judged when I talk about it with my close, close friends because they don’t like it, but I do have other close friends who adore it as much as I do. I’m just a huge Broadway nerd, and the performances are just so much fun, and I really just like the newish arrangements of the songs they do. I love it. So don’t judge.
Idina Menzel – Just another testament to how much of a Broadway nerd I am. Idina Menzel. Is. Amazing. I love her. I kind of want to grow up to be her. I wish I could turn back time to be able to see her in “Wicked.” I always regretted that I didn’t know about the show when she was in it. Her song “I Stand” is kind of like my theme song. I saw her in concert. It was fantastic. She was hilarious and incredible and…yeah. I love her.
Ingrid Michaelson – She writes songs about my life, basically. More accurately, she writes songs about everybody’s life. She’s just so normal, it’s refreshing. She’s adorable, and she writes songs with adorable lyrics. They’re just all so catchy. They stick in my head all the time and make really good Facebook statuses and Picnik edit quotes. Even her darker, deeper songs are quite catchy. Like “Be OK,” which actually has a rather depressing message, but it’s so upbeat and catchy that you can listen to it over and over again and be a little bit sad, but it’s not going to bring you down. Also they just used it on a Hallmark commercial and I’m really excited about it.
Kate Nash – I feel like she’s pretty cool, even though I only have one song of hers. She’s British, which scores her cool points, and the one song I have, “The Nicest Thing” is probably true of everyone at some point in their life. She comes up on Pandora a lot, and I like her cheeky British attitude.
Kristin Chenoweth – She’s so cute. I want to shrink her down to about 1/16 of her size and just carry her around with me all day on my shoulder. “Taylor, the Latte Boy” is honestly one of the most genius things ever. She’s just so adorable with her adorable voice, and adorable operaticness, and all-around adorableness that you can’t love her.
Lady Gaga – IS “A GODDESS”. She’s weird, I’ll give my mom that much, but most geniuses are weird. “Speechless” is amazing and I honestly cannot believe that a song like “No Floods” came out of her (especially after “Christmas Tree”…like what?). She’s so…current. And her cover of Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida” is hilarious and wonderful.
Lenka – She’s basically a little shot of sunshine. Her music is just so calming and cute. I got “The Show” free on iTunes a long time ago, and then I just bought the whole CD because it’s just so cute. Once at newspaper late night, some of my friends were listening to my iPod and asked me if I could burn them her CD because it was so relaxing. Her music is just so bubblegum-y and happy that you can’t help but dance along to it.
Lou Bega – Edna always confuses Lady Gaga and Lou Bega. I find this strange. Stranger, though, is the fact that I still have Lou Bega on my iPod. Curious.
Miley Cyrus – I just saw this on my iPod and wanted to die. Then I remembered the hilariousness that is “Party in the USA” is a Miley Cyrus song. Shameful.
Panic at the Disco – Unlike my BFFLT, I prefer their new stuff to their old stuff. It’s not as intense. The newer Panic is almost Beatles-esque, and a little more endearing. It’s not so harsh. It’s a little more easily lovable. Don’t get me wrong, I liked them when they were Panic!, too, but I think I love Panic more.
Sara Bareilles – I WANT HER TO BE MY BIG SISTER. She is SO awesome. She seems really funny, and her voice is amazing, and her piano skills rock. She’s genuinely talented, and her lyrics are incredible. I once went on a hunt for her old CD “Careful Confessions” after hearing the song “Undertow” on Pandora (PS, check it out – it is excellent) and I wound up blowing an entire evening looking for the CD, WHICH I eventually found, ordered, and now adore every song on it. She has some old, indie versions of some of the stuff on “Little Voice,” but what’s really fascinating is the stuff that, I don’t know, wasn’t good enough for “Little Voice.” “Red” and “Inside Out” are completely amazing, mostly because I can relate my life directly to both of them. Yeah. She’s amazing.
U2 – Hey, why not?
Vanessa Carlton – I’ve loved her since her “A Thousand Miles” days, and her newest CD, “Heroes and Thieves” (which isn’t new at all anymore) is really cool. She’s just very odd and maybe she has a touch of darkness, but I appreciate that. Also, I have a special connection to “White Houses,” since that’s what started ‘epiphany’ and all.
This is just a small sampling of what I’ve got. I’m aware of the fact I’m a huge nerd. But try not to judge me too much.
A few weeks ago I made a CD for a friend, and I wrote up a little explanation as to why I put certain songs on the CD. Since then, I’ve been thinking about why I like certain songs and artists.
So I thought it might be kind of fun to defend the stuff I love.
So basically, what I’m going to do here is go through my artists on my iPod and write up a little blurb-y thing about why I love them. And it’s way more fun that studying for a Chemistry test.
Really. It’s astounding what I’ll do to avoid chemistry.
Britney Spears – Her new stuff. I should probably consider putting some of her old stuff on here too, because it was a huge part of my childhood. I bought her CD Circus last year when I told myself I was going to start working out regularly. Ha. Haha. Am funny. Also, it’s not a bad CD. I’m not in love with it, but it’s kind of fun to listen to sometimes.
Erin McCarley – I don’t actually remember how I discovered her. But she’s cool. Her CD Love, Save the Empty, has really good songs on it. They’re super catchy and oddly relaxing. “Pony” is adorable.
Glee Cast – I’m going to be honest here. I love “Glee.” I love it. I feel judged when I talk about it with my close, close friends because they don’t like it, but I do have other close friends who adore it as much as I do. I’m just a huge Broadway nerd, and the performances are just so much fun, and I really just like the newish arrangements of the songs they do. I love it. So don’t judge.
Idina Menzel – Just another testament to how much of a Broadway nerd I am. Idina Menzel. Is. Amazing. I love her. I kind of want to grow up to be her. I wish I could turn back time to be able to see her in “Wicked.” I always regretted that I didn’t know about the show when she was in it. Her song “I Stand” is kind of like my theme song. I saw her in concert. It was fantastic. She was hilarious and incredible and…yeah. I love her.
Ingrid Michaelson – She writes songs about my life, basically. More accurately, she writes songs about everybody’s life. She’s just so normal, it’s refreshing. She’s adorable, and she writes songs with adorable lyrics. They’re just all so catchy. They stick in my head all the time and make really good Facebook statuses and Picnik edit quotes. Even her darker, deeper songs are quite catchy. Like “Be OK,” which actually has a rather depressing message, but it’s so upbeat and catchy that you can listen to it over and over again and be a little bit sad, but it’s not going to bring you down. Also they just used it on a Hallmark commercial and I’m really excited about it.
Kate Nash – I feel like she’s pretty cool, even though I only have one song of hers. She’s British, which scores her cool points, and the one song I have, “The Nicest Thing” is probably true of everyone at some point in their life. She comes up on Pandora a lot, and I like her cheeky British attitude.
Kristin Chenoweth – She’s so cute. I want to shrink her down to about 1/16 of her size and just carry her around with me all day on my shoulder. “Taylor, the Latte Boy” is honestly one of the most genius things ever. She’s just so adorable with her adorable voice, and adorable operaticness, and all-around adorableness that you can’t love her.
Lady Gaga – IS “A GODDESS”. She’s weird, I’ll give my mom that much, but most geniuses are weird. “Speechless” is amazing and I honestly cannot believe that a song like “No Floods” came out of her (especially after “Christmas Tree”…like what?). She’s so…current. And her cover of Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida” is hilarious and wonderful.
Lenka – She’s basically a little shot of sunshine. Her music is just so calming and cute. I got “The Show” free on iTunes a long time ago, and then I just bought the whole CD because it’s just so cute. Once at newspaper late night, some of my friends were listening to my iPod and asked me if I could burn them her CD because it was so relaxing. Her music is just so bubblegum-y and happy that you can’t help but dance along to it.
Lou Bega – Edna always confuses Lady Gaga and Lou Bega. I find this strange. Stranger, though, is the fact that I still have Lou Bega on my iPod. Curious.
Miley Cyrus – I just saw this on my iPod and wanted to die. Then I remembered the hilariousness that is “Party in the USA” is a Miley Cyrus song. Shameful.
Panic at the Disco – Unlike my BFFLT, I prefer their new stuff to their old stuff. It’s not as intense. The newer Panic is almost Beatles-esque, and a little more endearing. It’s not so harsh. It’s a little more easily lovable. Don’t get me wrong, I liked them when they were Panic!, too, but I think I love Panic more.
Sara Bareilles – I WANT HER TO BE MY BIG SISTER. She is SO awesome. She seems really funny, and her voice is amazing, and her piano skills rock. She’s genuinely talented, and her lyrics are incredible. I once went on a hunt for her old CD “Careful Confessions” after hearing the song “Undertow” on Pandora (PS, check it out – it is excellent) and I wound up blowing an entire evening looking for the CD, WHICH I eventually found, ordered, and now adore every song on it. She has some old, indie versions of some of the stuff on “Little Voice,” but what’s really fascinating is the stuff that, I don’t know, wasn’t good enough for “Little Voice.” “Red” and “Inside Out” are completely amazing, mostly because I can relate my life directly to both of them. Yeah. She’s amazing.
U2 – Hey, why not?
Vanessa Carlton – I’ve loved her since her “A Thousand Miles” days, and her newest CD, “Heroes and Thieves” (which isn’t new at all anymore) is really cool. She’s just very odd and maybe she has a touch of darkness, but I appreciate that. Also, I have a special connection to “White Houses,” since that’s what started ‘epiphany’ and all.
This is just a small sampling of what I’ve got. I’m aware of the fact I’m a huge nerd. But try not to judge me too much.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Oh Dear, Did I Take the Wrong Cold Medicine?
It's quite possible that I did. It's not uncommon for people I know to take the wrong cold medicine (is it weird that I know more than one person who has done this?) so it's entirely posisble that I did too. I should be really tired, especially because I've been existing largely on Day/NyQuil for the past few days, and NyQuil should be knocking me out.
It's not.
I'm so wide awake right now it's lost its funny. I don't know if it's because I went to bed at a normal time last night, and then slept for 12 hours (snow days are beautiful things). Probably the fact that I did absolutely nothing all day except eat nothing of substance and watch eight episodes of 'Gilmore Girls' with my mom (yes - eight) isn't helping much either. But I'm wide awake and I wish I could sleep because I'll be dead tired tomorrow, AND it's late night and it's probably going to be really dramatic and stressful and I'm not exactly looking forward to it.
Hm. Do I complain more than the average person? I was considering that I was shoveling snow today. I feel like I complain a lot. It's probably yet another one of my really unattractive qualities that I shouldn't be proud of.
(I like how all questions I ask on my blog automatically become rhetorical because there's no one out there to answer them).
Oh well. I don't really have anything important to say right now, and I'm feeling really unoriginaly and really unfunny, so I suppose I'll just bring this to a close and try to sleep again.
So I leave you with this, part of an old IM conversation, which shows what happens when my friends take the wrong cold medicine. Or in this case, too much children's Triaminic.
Manda: sleeping on cheeseeeeeee
Wuh: hahaha not a good idea
Manda: i jst dnot wannag et it i n my hair
Me: i like how she's pretty much high on kids cold meds and all she's worried about is getting cheese in her hair
Manda: shes tsill her
Good times. Goodnight.
It's not.
I'm so wide awake right now it's lost its funny. I don't know if it's because I went to bed at a normal time last night, and then slept for 12 hours (snow days are beautiful things). Probably the fact that I did absolutely nothing all day except eat nothing of substance and watch eight episodes of 'Gilmore Girls' with my mom (yes - eight) isn't helping much either. But I'm wide awake and I wish I could sleep because I'll be dead tired tomorrow, AND it's late night and it's probably going to be really dramatic and stressful and I'm not exactly looking forward to it.
Hm. Do I complain more than the average person? I was considering that I was shoveling snow today. I feel like I complain a lot. It's probably yet another one of my really unattractive qualities that I shouldn't be proud of.
(I like how all questions I ask on my blog automatically become rhetorical because there's no one out there to answer them).
Oh well. I don't really have anything important to say right now, and I'm feeling really unoriginaly and really unfunny, so I suppose I'll just bring this to a close and try to sleep again.
So I leave you with this, part of an old IM conversation, which shows what happens when my friends take the wrong cold medicine. Or in this case, too much children's Triaminic.
Manda: sleeping on cheeseeeeeee
Wuh: hahaha not a good idea
Manda: i jst dnot wannag et it i n my hair
Me: i like how she's pretty much high on kids cold meds and all she's worried about is getting cheese in her hair
Manda: shes tsill her
Good times. Goodnight.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentine's Day (Revisted)
Okay, I promised. Here it is. A V-Day rant.
Although I guess I'm not really promising to anyone but myself. But the whole thing is kind of funny when you think about it - I keep promises to myself better than I do to other people. What that says about me, I have no clue, but I'm assuming being able to lie to myself better than I can lie to others says something quite similar. Whatever it is.
Anyway, that's not important. I mean, psychologically, it probably is, but for all intents and purposes of this blog, it has no significance whatsoever.
Okay, for real this time.
I have major issues with Valentine's Day. It would be a toss up to see whether I hate Valentine's Day or Easter more. But we're talking passionate, vehement hate. Venemous hate. Bitchy hate. Which probably explains why I've been so mood swing-y for the past, um, four-ish days (trust me, I haven't really even liked myself).
V-Day has just never done right by me. I mean, I suppose I liked it back in the day of cute little Valentines that you put in everybody's adorable decorated bags and boxes in preschool/kindergarten/elementary school. But those days are long gone.
Cuteness wandered out, and cynicism wandered right in to take its place.
Pity.
Suddenly, Val-o-Grams weren't cute little friend-to-friend 'hey, thanks for being my friend' messages. No. Suddenly they had a new connotation. It was all about who they were from: A member of the opposite sex (oooOOOoooh...) or a secret admirer (mystery! scandal!) or your mom (lame).
It wasn't that it mattered so much to me. I didn't really care. I don't really care. (Although at this point I feel it necessary to bring your attention to my 17-year long V-Day losing streak - if I'm being perfectly honest. And I am).
All of the sudden, a day designated to showing your love (which - why just one day? I don't love my loved ones just today...I love them EVERY day... I actually think it's kind of cheap) was surrounded by drama and ugliness. And thus began my hate.
(I know, I know, paradoxical AND unoriginal, how much worse can it get)?
In any case, V-Day and I have still not made nice, despite my mother's adorable efforts. Two years ago, she bought me a bunch of adorable stuff in hopes of getting me to like Valentine's Day. Her downfall was buying me the Charlie Brown Valentine's Day DVD, which, if you're unaware, is honestly one of the most depressing things ever. I cried.
My rant is pretty much over and I feel like I haven't cleared anything up at all.
Oh well.
In another 58 minutes, I won't have to deal with Valentine's Day for another year.
Although I guess I'm not really promising to anyone but myself. But the whole thing is kind of funny when you think about it - I keep promises to myself better than I do to other people. What that says about me, I have no clue, but I'm assuming being able to lie to myself better than I can lie to others says something quite similar. Whatever it is.
Anyway, that's not important. I mean, psychologically, it probably is, but for all intents and purposes of this blog, it has no significance whatsoever.
Okay, for real this time.
I have major issues with Valentine's Day. It would be a toss up to see whether I hate Valentine's Day or Easter more. But we're talking passionate, vehement hate. Venemous hate. Bitchy hate. Which probably explains why I've been so mood swing-y for the past, um, four-ish days (trust me, I haven't really even liked myself).
V-Day has just never done right by me. I mean, I suppose I liked it back in the day of cute little Valentines that you put in everybody's adorable decorated bags and boxes in preschool/kindergarten/elementary school. But those days are long gone.
Cuteness wandered out, and cynicism wandered right in to take its place.
Pity.
Suddenly, Val-o-Grams weren't cute little friend-to-friend 'hey, thanks for being my friend' messages. No. Suddenly they had a new connotation. It was all about who they were from: A member of the opposite sex (oooOOOoooh...) or a secret admirer (mystery! scandal!) or your mom (lame).
It wasn't that it mattered so much to me. I didn't really care. I don't really care. (Although at this point I feel it necessary to bring your attention to my 17-year long V-Day losing streak - if I'm being perfectly honest. And I am).
All of the sudden, a day designated to showing your love (which - why just one day? I don't love my loved ones just today...I love them EVERY day... I actually think it's kind of cheap) was surrounded by drama and ugliness. And thus began my hate.
(I know, I know, paradoxical AND unoriginal, how much worse can it get)?
In any case, V-Day and I have still not made nice, despite my mother's adorable efforts. Two years ago, she bought me a bunch of adorable stuff in hopes of getting me to like Valentine's Day. Her downfall was buying me the Charlie Brown Valentine's Day DVD, which, if you're unaware, is honestly one of the most depressing things ever. I cried.
My rant is pretty much over and I feel like I haven't cleared anything up at all.
Oh well.
In another 58 minutes, I won't have to deal with Valentine's Day for another year.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Winner Formal
Some days, I genuinely wonder why someone hasn't approached us about making a sitcom of our lives.
To recap, today was Winter Formal, the lamest of all 3 of Hoover's dances. We attended last year and Freshman year as well, because we were naive and thought we were cool. This year, we decided early on to skip it because it was lame, loud, and Homecoming really wasn't even that fun this year. As it turned out, Manda ended up being dragged by her boyfriend, and since we suck as friends, we refused to sacrifice ourselves and go with her. And then pretty much everybody else we know decided to go too. Until it was just me, Bee, and Wuh. Oh, and Chelsea, who is currently recuperating from jaw surgery.
And since we're losers, we created WINNER Formal.
(Yeah, it's okay. I hate us too.)
When today rolled around, we still had basically no plan except that we knew we wanted to visit Chelsea. At 3:30 today, we decided that tonight, we would dress up, go for dinner at Tasty Garden, visit Chelsea, and then go to Malone University for 'En Garde' which was a 40 minute really un-epic re-enactment of 5 epic fight scenes from plays/movies.
I kid you not. Yes it exists. Yes we went.
Thank God it was only 40 minutes long, because the douche at the ticket booth gave me and Wuh seats next to each other, but he sat Bee three rows behind us, which was ridiculous because we were all talking in line together, and it was pretty obvious we were together. Also, I don't know if I would have made it through the production if it had been any longer than 40 minutes. There was really only one decent actor in the production, and he was the director. They did an okay job with it, but parts of it were just kind of painful.
After that, we decided to go to Borders to get coffee. Since Edna, the SYNC technology in my car, is the biggest bitch in the world (as far as robots go)(seriously, I should do a blog on her because there are a lot of really good Edna stories), she chose not to play us any good music and wouldn't let me shuffle anything that wasn't my Sara Bareilles Live at the Fillmore CD, we decided to switch over to the radio.
And since nothing good was playing on the radio, and the radio has really bad reception since my mom backed into the garage and broke the antenna on the car, we ended up listening to folk music on 89.7.
I really, really wish I were kidding.
I have no idea what the hell we listened to, but it was a never-ending song about a 'circle never ending' sung by a creepy, pedophile-y sounding man who probably still lives with his mother. So we listened to that and laughed ourselves sick on the way to Borders because of what huge losers we are.
And the thing is, it's really not even a good story.
To recap, today was Winter Formal, the lamest of all 3 of Hoover's dances. We attended last year and Freshman year as well, because we were naive and thought we were cool. This year, we decided early on to skip it because it was lame, loud, and Homecoming really wasn't even that fun this year. As it turned out, Manda ended up being dragged by her boyfriend, and since we suck as friends, we refused to sacrifice ourselves and go with her. And then pretty much everybody else we know decided to go too. Until it was just me, Bee, and Wuh. Oh, and Chelsea, who is currently recuperating from jaw surgery.
And since we're losers, we created WINNER Formal.
(Yeah, it's okay. I hate us too.)
When today rolled around, we still had basically no plan except that we knew we wanted to visit Chelsea. At 3:30 today, we decided that tonight, we would dress up, go for dinner at Tasty Garden, visit Chelsea, and then go to Malone University for 'En Garde' which was a 40 minute really un-epic re-enactment of 5 epic fight scenes from plays/movies.
I kid you not. Yes it exists. Yes we went.
Thank God it was only 40 minutes long, because the douche at the ticket booth gave me and Wuh seats next to each other, but he sat Bee three rows behind us, which was ridiculous because we were all talking in line together, and it was pretty obvious we were together. Also, I don't know if I would have made it through the production if it had been any longer than 40 minutes. There was really only one decent actor in the production, and he was the director. They did an okay job with it, but parts of it were just kind of painful.
After that, we decided to go to Borders to get coffee. Since Edna, the SYNC technology in my car, is the biggest bitch in the world (as far as robots go)(seriously, I should do a blog on her because there are a lot of really good Edna stories), she chose not to play us any good music and wouldn't let me shuffle anything that wasn't my Sara Bareilles Live at the Fillmore CD, we decided to switch over to the radio.
And since nothing good was playing on the radio, and the radio has really bad reception since my mom backed into the garage and broke the antenna on the car, we ended up listening to folk music on 89.7.
I really, really wish I were kidding.
I have no idea what the hell we listened to, but it was a never-ending song about a 'circle never ending' sung by a creepy, pedophile-y sounding man who probably still lives with his mother. So we listened to that and laughed ourselves sick on the way to Borders because of what huge losers we are.
And the thing is, it's really not even a good story.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Valentine's Day
(Alternately titled "I Hate the World Slightly Less Now.")
First - a clarification:
I hate Valentine's Day. I passionately, vehemently hate Valentine's Day. You'll find out more Sunday, when I go on a tangent about just how much I hate it and for what reasons. Don't worry. I've been planning my cynicism for weeks. As long as I can get it all to come out right when I start writing it down, it promises to be good fun for all.
But you know what I really do not hate? "Valentine's Day." The movie. Which I just got home from. Which was really adorable. That I kind of... loved.
Basically - Taylor Lautner is still hot, Bradley Cooper is really attractive when he's cleaned up (also he's gay in the movie which is really cute to me for some reason), Jennifer Garner is adorable, Ashton Kutcher is strangely endearing clad entirely in pink nearly the entire movie, I even like George Lopez in this movie, Anne Hathaway is a phone sex operator, I have SEVERE Patrick Dempsey issues for some unknown reason, and I see my future in Jessica Biel's character (more on that Sunday, too).
(Sorry, was really run-on-y).
Also I have to write a review for the movie for newspaper, but I'm guessing the above comments will not suffice. I really don't know what I'm going to say. It really would be a great date movie, although I wouldn't know for sure, because I went with two of my best friends and one of my friend's mom. It's quintessentially predictable, but in a really endearing way. The cast is absolutely fantastic, and the actors do a really good job of making themselves seem like real people. You wouldn't think Ashton Kutcher would make a convincing LA florist (yes, he literally owns a flower shop) but he really pulls it off. Taylor Swift is even hilarious in it as a classic flighty, obnoxious, naive American teenager.
You would have to try really hard not to like this movie. It's funny, it's loveable, it's essentially empty calories, and you're bound to find someone in the cast you like. I think anyone could also identify with at least one character.
I strongly recommend anyone who's reading this (which, for future reference, is, um, no one) to see it at some point. It certainly is entertaining, and you even kind of forget you're watching a movie. The characters in it could easily be your best friend, or your cousin, or your neighbor, or even you.
So go check it out.
First - a clarification:
I hate Valentine's Day. I passionately, vehemently hate Valentine's Day. You'll find out more Sunday, when I go on a tangent about just how much I hate it and for what reasons. Don't worry. I've been planning my cynicism for weeks. As long as I can get it all to come out right when I start writing it down, it promises to be good fun for all.
But you know what I really do not hate? "Valentine's Day." The movie. Which I just got home from. Which was really adorable. That I kind of... loved.
Basically - Taylor Lautner is still hot, Bradley Cooper is really attractive when he's cleaned up (also he's gay in the movie which is really cute to me for some reason), Jennifer Garner is adorable, Ashton Kutcher is strangely endearing clad entirely in pink nearly the entire movie, I even like George Lopez in this movie, Anne Hathaway is a phone sex operator, I have SEVERE Patrick Dempsey issues for some unknown reason, and I see my future in Jessica Biel's character (more on that Sunday, too).
(Sorry, was really run-on-y).
Also I have to write a review for the movie for newspaper, but I'm guessing the above comments will not suffice. I really don't know what I'm going to say. It really would be a great date movie, although I wouldn't know for sure, because I went with two of my best friends and one of my friend's mom. It's quintessentially predictable, but in a really endearing way. The cast is absolutely fantastic, and the actors do a really good job of making themselves seem like real people. You wouldn't think Ashton Kutcher would make a convincing LA florist (yes, he literally owns a flower shop) but he really pulls it off. Taylor Swift is even hilarious in it as a classic flighty, obnoxious, naive American teenager.
You would have to try really hard not to like this movie. It's funny, it's loveable, it's essentially empty calories, and you're bound to find someone in the cast you like. I think anyone could also identify with at least one character.
I strongly recommend anyone who's reading this (which, for future reference, is, um, no one) to see it at some point. It certainly is entertaining, and you even kind of forget you're watching a movie. The characters in it could easily be your best friend, or your cousin, or your neighbor, or even you.
So go check it out.
Oh my God. Stop...Just STOP
This is directed at the stupid people of the world.
STOP IT.
Just stop. Stop being so stupid, stop doing stupid things, stop saying stupid stuff. Stop. You're killing me.
My anti-idiot plight began yesterday after I had to tally hundreds of surveys dealing with phobias for newspaper. Yeah, all you d-bags out there. It's REAL cute when you don't fill out your survey, or check every single option on the list, and it's real original when you check 'other' and simply write 'I have a phobia of filling out surveys.'
Is it too much to ask that you take LITERALLY 30 seconds to fill out a simple survey? I'm not asking for a pony, here.
Then I realized that stupid people are everywhere. As I was standing in the lunch line behind a group of obnoxious girls, I heard one say:
"Omigooooood! Only 121 days left until my birthday! Look! I wrote it on my hand!"
Really?
Later in the afternoon, I heard somebody say, "How do you spell 'night'? Is it n-i-g-h-t? That doesn't look right, but oh well."
REALLY?
Also - STOP with the bat-shit-crazy hair colors! Pink and blonde together is NOT a good look. Your hair should not be an all-over magenta color! Stop! Just stop!
And the fake tans really have to die, too! My best friend should not have to refrain from saying "WOW, you're orange!" ESPECIALLY in the middle of February.
Oh, AND the bad dye jobs of natural colors need to stop too. I should not be able to see your black roots that aren't covered by your supposedly blonde hair AT ALL, let alone from roughly a mile away.
And when you stop walking in the middle of the hallway and turn around to walk the other way right in front of me? NOT COOL.
And to whoever keeps calling me, no matter how many times you call me, there will NOT be a 'Michael' around!
STOP IT.
Just stop. Stop being so stupid, stop doing stupid things, stop saying stupid stuff. Stop. You're killing me.
My anti-idiot plight began yesterday after I had to tally hundreds of surveys dealing with phobias for newspaper. Yeah, all you d-bags out there. It's REAL cute when you don't fill out your survey, or check every single option on the list, and it's real original when you check 'other' and simply write 'I have a phobia of filling out surveys.'
Is it too much to ask that you take LITERALLY 30 seconds to fill out a simple survey? I'm not asking for a pony, here.
Then I realized that stupid people are everywhere. As I was standing in the lunch line behind a group of obnoxious girls, I heard one say:
"Omigooooood! Only 121 days left until my birthday! Look! I wrote it on my hand!"
Really?
Later in the afternoon, I heard somebody say, "How do you spell 'night'? Is it n-i-g-h-t? That doesn't look right, but oh well."
REALLY?
Also - STOP with the bat-shit-crazy hair colors! Pink and blonde together is NOT a good look. Your hair should not be an all-over magenta color! Stop! Just stop!
And the fake tans really have to die, too! My best friend should not have to refrain from saying "WOW, you're orange!" ESPECIALLY in the middle of February.
Oh, AND the bad dye jobs of natural colors need to stop too. I should not be able to see your black roots that aren't covered by your supposedly blonde hair AT ALL, let alone from roughly a mile away.
And when you stop walking in the middle of the hallway and turn around to walk the other way right in front of me? NOT COOL.
And to whoever keeps calling me, no matter how many times you call me, there will NOT be a 'Michael' around!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Betty White, Stay Inside
I'm starting to freak out a little.
I'm kind of worried that Betty White is going to die.
Because, you know, she's pretty old. She and Rue McClanahan are the only two 'Golden Girls' still kickin'. But in the past week, I've encountered at least 3 Betty White references, and I'm afraid if we keep talking about her, she's going to die.
I think the whole JD Salinger thing has me a little paranoid. I just need to know that bringing up celebrities for no apparent reason doesn't automatically mean they're going to kick the bucket within days after bringing them up. It's a little too 'Witches of Eastwick'-y for me.
Anyway, the other day, a friend mentioned he had a dream that he befriended Betty White and got to attend and awards show with her. Then last night, John Green posted a MentalFloss article about Betty White. And Kathy Griffin also tweeted something about Betty White.
It's getting a little creepy. Unless I missed something and Betty White is suddenly trendy again (which, I mean, she's always awesome, but there's a difference between being 'awesome' and being 'in'.
So I'm just warning you, Betty White. Stay inside. We can't lose you.
I'm kind of worried that Betty White is going to die.
Because, you know, she's pretty old. She and Rue McClanahan are the only two 'Golden Girls' still kickin'. But in the past week, I've encountered at least 3 Betty White references, and I'm afraid if we keep talking about her, she's going to die.
I think the whole JD Salinger thing has me a little paranoid. I just need to know that bringing up celebrities for no apparent reason doesn't automatically mean they're going to kick the bucket within days after bringing them up. It's a little too 'Witches of Eastwick'-y for me.
Anyway, the other day, a friend mentioned he had a dream that he befriended Betty White and got to attend and awards show with her. Then last night, John Green posted a MentalFloss article about Betty White. And Kathy Griffin also tweeted something about Betty White.
It's getting a little creepy. Unless I missed something and Betty White is suddenly trendy again (which, I mean, she's always awesome, but there's a difference between being 'awesome' and being 'in'.
So I'm just warning you, Betty White. Stay inside. We can't lose you.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
What Can I Rant and Rave About Today?
You know want to know what's sad?
The amount of time that I spend writing things (i.e. THIS) that nobody ever reads. I could be doing something much more productive right now.
Like sleeping, for instance.
Buuuuuut you want to know what I did do today, which was awesome?
I acted like a four and a half year old. It was so refreshing.
I had no pressing homework to do, so I decided to kick back and watch "The Lion King." Hi, best movie ever. I forgot how fantastic it is. I ate Kraft macaroni and cheese, drank hot chocolate (it was orange...it's Great Pumpkin hot cocoa - duh), and ate Tootsie Rolls all while it was snowing outside. I basically relived my childhood for an hour and a half.
It was glorious.
Then I kind of almost glued my toes together with nail glue, and then I almost glued my middle finger to my toe with said glue. If we're sticking with the childhood metaphor thing, I guess that would be kind of like arts and crafts time? Except instead of gluing macaroni together to make art, I tried gluing body parts together to make a statue...?
And now I'm sitting here listening to Schoolhouse Rock because I'm too lazy to change the track on my iPod. It's the 'Figure Eight' song, which is pretty awesome, if you ask me. I also listened to 'I'm Just a Bill' today partiall for the same reason, and partiall because we just learned all about how a bill becomes a law in government! (::enthusiastic thumbs up::)
Also, everyone in North Canton is hoping for a snow day tomorrow, which I'm fairly certain we're not going to get. It sucks, and we're all going to be pouting when we have to be up early tomorrow morning, but I think I'm over it. I'm sure someone out there is wearing their pajamas inside out and backwards, or has thrown an ice cube in the toilet or some other silly superstition-y thing that we do in an effort to control the weather. (Good luck with that.)
So I guess today has just been all about embracing childhood. I miss it so.
The amount of time that I spend writing things (i.e. THIS) that nobody ever reads. I could be doing something much more productive right now.
Like sleeping, for instance.
Buuuuuut you want to know what I did do today, which was awesome?
I acted like a four and a half year old. It was so refreshing.
I had no pressing homework to do, so I decided to kick back and watch "The Lion King." Hi, best movie ever. I forgot how fantastic it is. I ate Kraft macaroni and cheese, drank hot chocolate (it was orange...it's Great Pumpkin hot cocoa - duh), and ate Tootsie Rolls all while it was snowing outside. I basically relived my childhood for an hour and a half.
It was glorious.
Then I kind of almost glued my toes together with nail glue, and then I almost glued my middle finger to my toe with said glue. If we're sticking with the childhood metaphor thing, I guess that would be kind of like arts and crafts time? Except instead of gluing macaroni together to make art, I tried gluing body parts together to make a statue...?
And now I'm sitting here listening to Schoolhouse Rock because I'm too lazy to change the track on my iPod. It's the 'Figure Eight' song, which is pretty awesome, if you ask me. I also listened to 'I'm Just a Bill' today partiall for the same reason, and partiall because we just learned all about how a bill becomes a law in government! (::enthusiastic thumbs up::)
Also, everyone in North Canton is hoping for a snow day tomorrow, which I'm fairly certain we're not going to get. It sucks, and we're all going to be pouting when we have to be up early tomorrow morning, but I think I'm over it. I'm sure someone out there is wearing their pajamas inside out and backwards, or has thrown an ice cube in the toilet or some other silly superstition-y thing that we do in an effort to control the weather. (Good luck with that.)
So I guess today has just been all about embracing childhood. I miss it so.
Monday, February 8, 2010
A Series of Rather Unfortunate Events
A timeline of things that have pissed me off the past 3 days. Do enjoy.
Saturday, 2/6/10
9:30 AM - Text message from AJ wanting Caroline's phone number. Thank you for waking me up an hour earlier than I wanted to.
2:00 PM - Edna refuses to play Lady Gaga.
7:15 PM - Driving to BATB, I slide through an intersection at a four-way stop on ice. Cool.
9:40 PM - I get stuck in the snow pulling into the Zion Church to wait for Bee and Manda to catch up with us.
9:47 PM - I slide MAJORLY making a turn onto Everhard because Jackson Township's roads suck.
9:50 PM - We pull into Max and Erma's parking lot where my friends refuse to let me abort Mission:Pie.
9:52: PM - I slide all over the place driving down Everhard to Perkins to get pie.
9:53 PM - Revelation that risking lives for pie is more pathetic than risking lives for hashbrowns ('Let it Snow' reference).
9:55 PM - We pull into Perkins parking lot after getting stuck in the snow (again).
9:56 PM - Perkins is closed.
10:00 PM - We sit in Perkins parking lot trying to figure out Plan B while Manda and Bee sit in the car next to us blasting 'Two is Better than One' and being Taylor Swift-y.
10:01 PM - Random blue car pulls into Perkins parking lot. Perkins is still closed. Almost raped?
10:05 PM - Successfully make it to Friendly's after getting stuck pulling out of Perkins parking lot. I am denied pie.
10:50 PM - I drive home. Jackson's roads STILL suck. Almost taken out by large pickup truck because I can't stop slipping and sliding all over.
Sunday 2/7/10
10:00 AM - Must do homework.
12:30 PM - Sun is bright in den and computer is very slow. Ouch.
4:00 PM - Coerced into babysitting cousins on day off next Monday.
8:45 PM - Jam toe into cousin's shoe, breaking off half of toenail.
8:46 PM - Screaming and operatic crisis voice ensues at sight of blood.
8:48 PM - Minor 'surgery' on toe which is disgusting.
9:00 PM - Cannot wear slippers.
9:15 PM - Budweiser commercial makes me cry.
9:22 PM - Fact that my only footwear option is flip flops and toe socks (because it's 10 degrees and there's a foot of snow on the ground) makes me cry.
9:44 PM - Twitter being over capacity makes me cry.
9:56 PM - Orthodontia makes me cry.
10:00 PM - Best friend will not text me back.
Monday, 2/8/10
3:23 AM - Wake up. Toe hurts. Go back to sleep anyway.
5:44 AM - Wake up. It's Monday. Do not feel like P. Diddy.
5:55 AM - TV cuts out while I'm watching weather.
6:00 AM - Remember that friend will soon be going into surgery for a new face.
6:01 AM - Remember toe injury. And limited footwear.
6:16 AM - Put on stupid effing toe socks.
6:18 AM - WiFi in corner of my room not connecting.
6:32 AM - Pull stupid effing white flip flops out of closet.
6:38 AM - Freeze in car.
6:46 AM - Arrive at Bee's. Discover that the running boards of Bee's dad's car are snow covered. Get in car and freeze.
6:50 AM - Manda joins us. Yes. I AM wearing flip flops.
7:02 AM - Arrive at school. It's approximately 7 degrees and there's ice and snow on ground. Am wearing stupid effing flip flops.
7:12 AM - Get to spot where we sit in the morning and discover that there are people there, but not OUR people.
7:20 AM - Refuse to wear shoes.
7:30 AM - Freeze in study hall.
8:11 AM - Freeze in English.
9:55 AM - Go to Chemistry.
10:00 AM - Switch seats in Chemistry. I now sit in very front. Die.
10:39 AM - Walk down stairs.
11:11 AM - Nothing good for lunch.
3:48 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows.
3:52 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows. Again.
Yes. I also have Rape Escape tonight. Yes. I am taking self defense. Footwear? NO IDEA.
Saturday, 2/6/10
9:30 AM - Text message from AJ wanting Caroline's phone number. Thank you for waking me up an hour earlier than I wanted to.
2:00 PM - Edna refuses to play Lady Gaga.
7:15 PM - Driving to BATB, I slide through an intersection at a four-way stop on ice. Cool.
9:40 PM - I get stuck in the snow pulling into the Zion Church to wait for Bee and Manda to catch up with us.
9:47 PM - I slide MAJORLY making a turn onto Everhard because Jackson Township's roads suck.
9:50 PM - We pull into Max and Erma's parking lot where my friends refuse to let me abort Mission:Pie.
9:52: PM - I slide all over the place driving down Everhard to Perkins to get pie.
9:53 PM - Revelation that risking lives for pie is more pathetic than risking lives for hashbrowns ('Let it Snow' reference).
9:55 PM - We pull into Perkins parking lot after getting stuck in the snow (again).
9:56 PM - Perkins is closed.
10:00 PM - We sit in Perkins parking lot trying to figure out Plan B while Manda and Bee sit in the car next to us blasting 'Two is Better than One' and being Taylor Swift-y.
10:01 PM - Random blue car pulls into Perkins parking lot. Perkins is still closed. Almost raped?
10:05 PM - Successfully make it to Friendly's after getting stuck pulling out of Perkins parking lot. I am denied pie.
10:50 PM - I drive home. Jackson's roads STILL suck. Almost taken out by large pickup truck because I can't stop slipping and sliding all over.
Sunday 2/7/10
10:00 AM - Must do homework.
12:30 PM - Sun is bright in den and computer is very slow. Ouch.
4:00 PM - Coerced into babysitting cousins on day off next Monday.
8:45 PM - Jam toe into cousin's shoe, breaking off half of toenail.
8:46 PM - Screaming and operatic crisis voice ensues at sight of blood.
8:48 PM - Minor 'surgery' on toe which is disgusting.
9:00 PM - Cannot wear slippers.
9:15 PM - Budweiser commercial makes me cry.
9:22 PM - Fact that my only footwear option is flip flops and toe socks (because it's 10 degrees and there's a foot of snow on the ground) makes me cry.
9:44 PM - Twitter being over capacity makes me cry.
9:56 PM - Orthodontia makes me cry.
10:00 PM - Best friend will not text me back.
Monday, 2/8/10
3:23 AM - Wake up. Toe hurts. Go back to sleep anyway.
5:44 AM - Wake up. It's Monday. Do not feel like P. Diddy.
5:55 AM - TV cuts out while I'm watching weather.
6:00 AM - Remember that friend will soon be going into surgery for a new face.
6:01 AM - Remember toe injury. And limited footwear.
6:16 AM - Put on stupid effing toe socks.
6:18 AM - WiFi in corner of my room not connecting.
6:32 AM - Pull stupid effing white flip flops out of closet.
6:38 AM - Freeze in car.
6:46 AM - Arrive at Bee's. Discover that the running boards of Bee's dad's car are snow covered. Get in car and freeze.
6:50 AM - Manda joins us. Yes. I AM wearing flip flops.
7:02 AM - Arrive at school. It's approximately 7 degrees and there's ice and snow on ground. Am wearing stupid effing flip flops.
7:12 AM - Get to spot where we sit in the morning and discover that there are people there, but not OUR people.
7:20 AM - Refuse to wear shoes.
7:30 AM - Freeze in study hall.
8:11 AM - Freeze in English.
9:55 AM - Go to Chemistry.
10:00 AM - Switch seats in Chemistry. I now sit in very front. Die.
10:39 AM - Walk down stairs.
11:11 AM - Nothing good for lunch.
3:48 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows.
3:52 PM - Water for mac and cheese overflows. Again.
Yes. I also have Rape Escape tonight. Yes. I am taking self defense. Footwear? NO IDEA.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I'm Funniah on Twittah
(Don't ask about the title. Because I don't know.)
I may or may not have a serious Twitter addiction, though. It might be an issue. In the month that I had my account, I had tweeted almost 100 times.
Startling.
I am, though. I really think I'm funnier on Twitter than I am on Facebook. Which is a pity, because no one ever sees me being funny on Twitter because I don't have many friends that tweet. But I guess that's okay, because the friends I have that DO tweet are super funny.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe their being funny makes ME funny. I also follow a lot of funny people. Maybe the Twitter comedy makes me funnier. I don't know. I really don't know what it is.
You want to know what else is kind of weird? Things that I tweet would not usually be funny on Facebook. I honestly can't explain it, but Twitter is just ... I don't know. More awesome?
(Although, in Facebook's defense, I just cried for a minute when I saw that one of my 'friends' (term used VERY loosely) referred to the Superbowl as the Supperbowel. I don't even think it was a joke.)
(I really love it when I use parentheses (inside parentheses) like that).
Maybe Twitter is better comedy because I can update it no matter where I am, so long as I have my phone. Usually funnier things happen to me when I'm running around in the world, so being able to text and tweet in one fell swoop makes for more amusement.
I may even be funnier on Twitter than I am here. Actually, that's not really saying much because I honestly don't think I'm THAT funny here. Which is sad to me. I should be wickedly funny on my blog.
Yes. I chalk Twitter's funny to it being spontaneous. I can't just write a blog post while I'm out at Target when I see a guy with multiple piercings wearing a Twilight hoodie and purchasing Littlest Pet Shop toys (true story) or when I'm stuck in a dressing room in Urban Outfitters (also a true tweet).
Or maybe it's because Twitter is way less judgmental. I'm friends with people on Facebook that I don't really like because I think they're funny because they're vapid and shallow and really fun to mock. But I think I'm less entertaining because they'll judge me. Twitter is kinder. It's a friendly environment. Friendly = funny.
Facebook, you need to step up your funny. Twitter...basically, you rock.
I may or may not have a serious Twitter addiction, though. It might be an issue. In the month that I had my account, I had tweeted almost 100 times.
Startling.
I am, though. I really think I'm funnier on Twitter than I am on Facebook. Which is a pity, because no one ever sees me being funny on Twitter because I don't have many friends that tweet. But I guess that's okay, because the friends I have that DO tweet are super funny.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe their being funny makes ME funny. I also follow a lot of funny people. Maybe the Twitter comedy makes me funnier. I don't know. I really don't know what it is.
You want to know what else is kind of weird? Things that I tweet would not usually be funny on Facebook. I honestly can't explain it, but Twitter is just ... I don't know. More awesome?
(Although, in Facebook's defense, I just cried for a minute when I saw that one of my 'friends' (term used VERY loosely) referred to the Superbowl as the Supperbowel. I don't even think it was a joke.)
(I really love it when I use parentheses (inside parentheses) like that).
Maybe Twitter is better comedy because I can update it no matter where I am, so long as I have my phone. Usually funnier things happen to me when I'm running around in the world, so being able to text and tweet in one fell swoop makes for more amusement.
I may even be funnier on Twitter than I am here. Actually, that's not really saying much because I honestly don't think I'm THAT funny here. Which is sad to me. I should be wickedly funny on my blog.
Yes. I chalk Twitter's funny to it being spontaneous. I can't just write a blog post while I'm out at Target when I see a guy with multiple piercings wearing a Twilight hoodie and purchasing Littlest Pet Shop toys (true story) or when I'm stuck in a dressing room in Urban Outfitters (also a true tweet).
Or maybe it's because Twitter is way less judgmental. I'm friends with people on Facebook that I don't really like because I think they're funny because they're vapid and shallow and really fun to mock. But I think I'm less entertaining because they'll judge me. Twitter is kinder. It's a friendly environment. Friendly = funny.
Facebook, you need to step up your funny. Twitter...basically, you rock.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Nothing Important to Say
Really. I don't have anything to say that could be construed as important or meaningful or symbolic or really even comical.
I'm really tired. And I'm a little stressed. And I was denied pie. I'm not too overly thrilled with life right now.
But I feel like I've been neglecting my blog (not that anyone reads it, so I'm not really impacting anyone's life, here) so here I am.
The past week has basically consisted of school, sleep, homework, and listening to entirely too much Lady Gaga and Ingrid Michaelson (yes, I am aware that those two things don't go together ver well. Suck it.)
Yeah. I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do, but I don't have anything to talk about and I'm not in the mood to be entertaining. I'm mostly just bitter and pissed.
So it snowed last night. MASSIVE amounts. Which made for a pretty interesting evening this evening. We went ice skating today (more accurately, I sat on a bench and froze my ass off drinking hot chocolate while my friends skated for half an hour...day well spent) and then made a fort in Manda's basement (not the first time) and ate too much junk. Then Wuh, Bee, and I went to see 'Beauty and the Beast' at the Playhouse again.
Then...
I REALLY wanted pie. So we drove off to Perkin's for pie. I spun out a little driving there, but they wouldn't let me turn around and go home. Then I spun out AGAIN pulling into the Perkin's parking lot, and of course, Perkin's is closed.
Logic reasoning and common sense would lead you to believe that we turned around and went home, yes?
NO. We went to Friendly's instead, where there were sadly no douche-y guys to make fun of (another rather amusing story for another time) and where Manda informed us that she wants to marry a Japanese guy so her children can be ALL of the Axis powers.
Have I mentioned lately that my friends and I are a bunch of HUGE nerds? No? We haven't talked about that?
Last weekend we went to Borders and had a funeral-esque ceremony for JD Salinger. Today I referred to 'half-time' of a basketball game as 'intermission.' We're really huge nerds.
(Random tangent. Sorry.)
Anyway yeah. Then I drove home (which should NOT have been that complicated on any other day) and shook all the way home (and by all the way home I mean 1.5 miles) because Jackson Township CAN'T TAKE CARE OF THEIR ROADS.
Which made me more bitter and angry and cold and exhausted.
Which is where we are now. Two hours later at 1 AM.
Goodnight.
I'm really tired. And I'm a little stressed. And I was denied pie. I'm not too overly thrilled with life right now.
But I feel like I've been neglecting my blog (not that anyone reads it, so I'm not really impacting anyone's life, here) so here I am.
The past week has basically consisted of school, sleep, homework, and listening to entirely too much Lady Gaga and Ingrid Michaelson (yes, I am aware that those two things don't go together ver well. Suck it.)
Yeah. I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do, but I don't have anything to talk about and I'm not in the mood to be entertaining. I'm mostly just bitter and pissed.
So it snowed last night. MASSIVE amounts. Which made for a pretty interesting evening this evening. We went ice skating today (more accurately, I sat on a bench and froze my ass off drinking hot chocolate while my friends skated for half an hour...day well spent) and then made a fort in Manda's basement (not the first time) and ate too much junk. Then Wuh, Bee, and I went to see 'Beauty and the Beast' at the Playhouse again.
Then...
I REALLY wanted pie. So we drove off to Perkin's for pie. I spun out a little driving there, but they wouldn't let me turn around and go home. Then I spun out AGAIN pulling into the Perkin's parking lot, and of course, Perkin's is closed.
Logic reasoning and common sense would lead you to believe that we turned around and went home, yes?
NO. We went to Friendly's instead, where there were sadly no douche-y guys to make fun of (another rather amusing story for another time) and where Manda informed us that she wants to marry a Japanese guy so her children can be ALL of the Axis powers.
Have I mentioned lately that my friends and I are a bunch of HUGE nerds? No? We haven't talked about that?
Last weekend we went to Borders and had a funeral-esque ceremony for JD Salinger. Today I referred to 'half-time' of a basketball game as 'intermission.' We're really huge nerds.
(Random tangent. Sorry.)
Anyway yeah. Then I drove home (which should NOT have been that complicated on any other day) and shook all the way home (and by all the way home I mean 1.5 miles) because Jackson Township CAN'T TAKE CARE OF THEIR ROADS.
Which made me more bitter and angry and cold and exhausted.
Which is where we are now. Two hours later at 1 AM.
Goodnight.
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