Es beginnt jeden morgen...

I got asked out today by a cute German guy...that I met 2 days ago. I said, "NO! I have a boyfriend. His name is Bill Kaulitz." I wasn't kidding about the "no" part, but he walked away before I could tell him the truth about Bill. :P

word of the post: zeitgeist

If you are wondering what the title means, go look it up. Google translator. Have fun.
High school is tiring. I have a B day tomorrow. I don't like B days. No English, and no theater. What a scheissful day. Stupid HOPE. I have to read my summary on my current event about how they did a study and just because someone is fat, that doesn't mean they are necessarily more likely to get the diseases associated with obesity than skinny people. So bleh. I am curvy and, guess what, society...

I.LIKE.IT.

I just had a total episode with Lindsey. She came down and said to get off because she needed to do her homework. (At 9:11 PM?? Why was she watching TV ALL day then???) I said to let me finish my post. She got mad and started to type and push me away and try to exit blogger and all that. So I pushed her and we started fighting. She's acting like she's all big and tough...all I can say is that she has NO IDEA how fortunate she is that I have self control. No clue whatsoever.

Hmm...I love the Zeitgeist of America in the 80s. I totally don't know if I used that right. Oh well. Don't care. It's late and I have a cookie to eat, a journal to write in, and a page in my French book to do. I saved it for the time when you are supposed to be sleeping, but you can't because...well...

a) You are sleeping next door to the devil.
b) You have a stupid B day tomorrow.
c) Everything...EVERYTHING is piling into your brain like...like...well, like a million Paiges to a private Tokio Hotel concert.

Goodbye. I shall post again soon. Perhaps on Monday, when I don't have school!!! Muahahaha *COUGH COUGH*

I had Quaker Oatmeal for Breakfast

I don't feel like doing a whole post, so this is just a...idk. Not a full, real post.

But I won't be posting for a some time. There is a hurricane coming and it's probably going to knock out our power for a while. It is only a category one so far, but is supposed to be picking up speed, and no, I'm not joking.

So I love you all, and if you never see me again, please, I beg you, play Tokio Hotel at my funeral. Oh, and I don't care what anyone says, Alexis, you make sure I am dressed GOOD (skinnies and a band tee or something, not a drab dress they usually put on the deadies, yuck). And y'all better make some good speeches, mmkay? I will come back to haunt you...*narrows eyes and points*

Speaking of Alexis, welcome home, Cherry!!! I've missed you!

I have to go help put the shutters up, now. And, oh, guess what? My second day of school and my mom's first day and possibly even more days than that are going to be hurricane days.

SO FUN!!!

Mmm...Blank Lettuce (ft.French Dressing)

We got a new toaster.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrF_K1w2haE


Word of the Post: whilst


So here I am, sitting alone in the office, sweating my buns off whilst awaiting the emergence of my chicken fingers from the oven. What shall I do? I explored the possibilty of making my very own podcast, but that didn't work, being as I know absolutely nothing about it. So that's a no-go on the po-co.

I just made up my own rule of thumb, but since it is my rule, I am deciding to call it the rule of turn-left-and-count-three-spots-down-wherever-that-is-you-sit. My rule is this: when you are saying no-go on something, you say "o" after the beginning sound of each syllable in the thing that is not going.

Example: That's a no-go on the...

po-co...podcast
so-lo-bo...salad bowl
no-po...nose pick
bo-co...buttcrack

Now, I understand that there could be many different meanings of every "_o-_o", (if you can understand that) so here is what I ask you. What would you first assume the following to be?

A no-go on the

1) jo-no-bro-tho
2) to-ko-ho-to
3) so-lo-cko
4) sho-lo-to
5) fo-ro-lo-go-co-so

Well, I will leave you fine people to ponder the possibilities. Have fun. I'm going to get some more blank lettuce and get my chicken fingers (that are now probably burnt thanks to Blogger.com). I hope that you have a great night.

Today is a day of great mourning.

You Can Smell My Chicken Wing If You Want

Why are there no more ancient peanut butter eggs from Easter left? Just a hazelnut chocolate thing that I can't have even though I neither wanted it nor asked for it. That's insane. Insane in the membrane. Insane in the membrane. In-sane! Got no brain!



Word of the Post: anus (pronounced "ah-noos")



I am home. I am not in a clever/funneh/witty mood right now, being as my heart has been ripped out and smashed up beyond repair.I am sorry to report that this post is just a boring account of recent happenings.



So, yeah. I am back in Florida now. I miss everyone already.

Michigan was fun. I stayed with my Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt. Saw Koll and Uncle Michael, Aunt Blair, My Dad, Uncle Jon, Avery, Em, and Alexis Dylexis. Grandpa rocks. And sorry I forgot to mention him before but he kind of goes along with Grandma.



I like Hot Topic Radio. It's good.

Anus.

I also like:

Foundations by Kate Nash

How Could I Just Kill A Man by Charlotte Sometimes

Shut Up And Let Me Go by The Ting-Tings

other songs that I am not in the mood to list.



This is the mood I am not in.

It's more like this

You see, Tokio Hotel is coming to Michigan next week. On the 13th, they will be at the Oakland Mall, signing autographs and meeting fans. And, tickets to their concert at the Fillmore are only 2,020.68 Sri Lankan Rupees. This makes me sad. Especially now that you have to go and look up how many dollars that is. :'(

Oh well. I am going to go wallow in self pity. See you later. (IF I LIVE THROUGH THIS FREAKING RAP MUSIC.IT'S RIDICULOUS THAT WE SHOULD HAVE TO LISTEN TO THAT...THAT...WELL, WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS. I REALLY SERIOUSLY CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE >:0 )

You Wish You Could Have Eight Flavors of Ice Cream

I just wanted to tell you that you better shut up while you are still alive, because I know how to kill people!!!

Word of the Post: waggish

W00t W00t I am going to the Breaking Dawn release party tonight. It should be a right waggish time. You were supposed to dress up for it, like try to be one of the characters, but how are you supposed to do that in any special way when it's a book about ordinarily clothed youth? I just don't get it. I am going to try to be Alice Cullen, just so I can say that I have the try-to-be-a-character-from-the-book factor. *whispers* In all reality, I am not really trying to be anone! But my hair is like Alice's, and I am wearing a hot pink shirt dress and black leggings, which is kind of like her because she is always glitzy and over the top.

Who am I kidding, I SUCK. I bet everyone is going to have good costumes!

This is what comes up in Photobucket when you search "life is like a booger".

Yes. Indeed, peace to that.

Speaking of clothing articles/articles of clothe, I got some new "threads" today, INCLUDING MY VERY FIRST OFFICIAL REAL PAIR OF SKINNY JEANS*YEESSSSSS!!* I love them so much, I don't think I ever want regular jeans again. And two new pairs of shoes. One pair is black and gray striped flats. The other ones are black wegde flats with white circles. I like the wedges a lot. Wedges of cheese are good, too. But not if they are bleu.

Okay, well I mut leave now. We are having Neek Groodles. Oh. Sorry, I mean Grook Needles. Sometimes I just get slydexic. Yslexdic. Tish.