Laney is sleeping on my lap right now. Or was, at least, until I started rudely typing and she woke up. Damn me. Laney is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen, though. In case you wanted to know.
Hello, everybody. I know you've been missing me. I've been missing me. Just went back and read some old posts (I really like doing that), and, again, damn me. I am funny than a mofo.
So, alright. A lot's happened since the last time I was on here, and I won't even begin to list it, because it's really just too much.
But I did apply to college. Just one: Flagler. It's in St. Augustine and it's flipping gorgeous. Aside from the Hogwarts factor, it's in Floridizzle and I happen to like Flordizzle mucho much. And I like my boyfriend who lives in Flordizzle, as well. Even though we'll still be like 3 hours apart. I suppose that's much better than 20, EH???
Ahem.
(AWW now she's sleeping on a rainbow polka dot pillowcase. :') )
Okay, so I've really gotten obsessed with Skins. Def the original UK version, and not the stupid American one. I have this weird feeling about it, like it's so much more than a show. I legitimately feel like it touches me in some place deep in my soul that no show and very, very few other things have ever reached.This is not funny-it's like some ESP shit. It sounds so cheesy, and you're probably spitting on my future gravesite right now because lauding a show known for it's raunchiness, drug use, and tendency to show no moral consideration whatsoever. But that's the way I feel about it, and I'm sticking to it. (And it really is...like, that's an accurate description of how I like that show, not just me emphasizing how much I like it.)
...goodness gracious.
Now I forgot where the rest of that post was going. I have to go look at Skins-related things now, and maybe watch an episode or two. GO SKINS <3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edE3cEhM0Mg&NR=1&feature=fvwp
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Tell Her To Make Me A Cambric Shirt
Song: Scarborough Fair...Simon & Garfunkel
Usually I don't play into the whole "It's good because it's old" thing. Like, no, just because it came from your growing-up time doesn't mean it's any better than anything that could be and is produced today ("You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, don't you?"). I understand that pop music is becoming more and more manufactured-sounding, but I believe the potential is still there to create something just as good, and possibly exponentially better than some of the things from the past.
I mean, obviously. All that is pretty much a given. What I'm saying is, I don't believe in a thing's value coming from the fact that it's a classic. Catcher in the Rye? Sorry, there is nothing about that whiny, deranged Caulfield that says to me "testimony of teen angst." Maybe with more of a plot and some sense stirred up in there, it may have been alright. Alas, I was made to read it, just like every other high school student, and why? Merely because it has been named a classic by some over-Fostered lit professor somewhere who analyzed the shit out of it, finding things that Salinger probably had no idea he was employing, and thought "Hey, lots of stuff in here can mean lots of other stuff. Forget reader interest and an actual story. Anticlimactic is the new black."
Notice how I started this post by saying "usually", implying that, ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a juxtaposition. And indeed we do. That's where the title comes in. Simon & Garfunkel, while I have only listened to a couple of their songs, have convinced me that a large part of the beauty and pure MAGNIFICENCE of their music comes from the fact that it was made a bajillion years ago. Scarborough Fair and Sound of Silence have to be two of the greatest songs ever made.
WOW THAT FELT GOOD :D
I started a post half-heartedly pondering what it was going to be about, wrote a title, clicked in the composition area, and WAM BAM TROLLEY TRAM. I fekkin wrote. I went on a rant about Catcher in the Rye! I was really opinionated and, at times, ignorant! I disregarded others feelings a little bit (for they might feel really strongly about Catcher in the Rye being awesome...sorry Nathan). I let my ADD run free and didn't try too hard to make everything match up and connect perfectly for once! I felt witty and Perez Hilton-ish! And I kind of just decided that I want to be a columnist when I grow up! WOO.
And I only got on the computer tonight to watch some frikkin' Gantz. On to tumblr! :D
Usually I don't play into the whole "It's good because it's old" thing. Like, no, just because it came from your growing-up time doesn't mean it's any better than anything that could be and is produced today ("You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, don't you?"). I understand that pop music is becoming more and more manufactured-sounding, but I believe the potential is still there to create something just as good, and possibly exponentially better than some of the things from the past.
I mean, obviously. All that is pretty much a given. What I'm saying is, I don't believe in a thing's value coming from the fact that it's a classic. Catcher in the Rye? Sorry, there is nothing about that whiny, deranged Caulfield that says to me "testimony of teen angst." Maybe with more of a plot and some sense stirred up in there, it may have been alright. Alas, I was made to read it, just like every other high school student, and why? Merely because it has been named a classic by some over-Fostered lit professor somewhere who analyzed the shit out of it, finding things that Salinger probably had no idea he was employing, and thought "Hey, lots of stuff in here can mean lots of other stuff. Forget reader interest and an actual story. Anticlimactic is the new black."
Notice how I started this post by saying "usually", implying that, ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a juxtaposition. And indeed we do. That's where the title comes in. Simon & Garfunkel, while I have only listened to a couple of their songs, have convinced me that a large part of the beauty and pure MAGNIFICENCE of their music comes from the fact that it was made a bajillion years ago. Scarborough Fair and Sound of Silence have to be two of the greatest songs ever made.
WOW THAT FELT GOOD :D
I started a post half-heartedly pondering what it was going to be about, wrote a title, clicked in the composition area, and WAM BAM TROLLEY TRAM. I fekkin wrote. I went on a rant about Catcher in the Rye! I was really opinionated and, at times, ignorant! I disregarded others feelings a little bit (for they might feel really strongly about Catcher in the Rye being awesome...sorry Nathan). I let my ADD run free and didn't try too hard to make everything match up and connect perfectly for once! I felt witty and Perez Hilton-ish! And I kind of just decided that I want to be a columnist when I grow up! WOO.
And I only got on the computer tonight to watch some frikkin' Gantz. On to tumblr! :D
Saturday, August 6, 2011
So it's 1:16 in the A.M. I'm talking to Alex on gchat. I've been feeling very strange lately. I can't explain it, so I thought maybe trying to write it out might help a bit.
Well, you see, it feels like...
Okay. Let x=my soul. And let y=a fluffy cat.
So it feels kinda like x;y. ";" is the new mathematical symbol for "smothered by". But y is fat. And angry.
But that's not what it really feels like at all.
Well, you see, it feels like...
Okay. Let x=my soul. And let y=a fluffy cat.
So it feels kinda like x;y. ";" is the new mathematical symbol for "smothered by". But y is fat. And angry.
But that's not what it really feels like at all.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Do You See The Light In My Heart?
Let me say that I make a conscious effort never to make anybody feel inferior or stupid. Sometimes I fail on purpose, sometimes on accident, but no matter what I always regret it and am sorry from the bottom of my heart.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Where You Invest Your Love, You Invest Your Life
Song: Awake My Soul...Mumford & Sons
Hey there, everybody.
What can we talk about today, hmm?
What's been going on lately. Sure. Let's start there.
Alright, so today is the 14th of March. 12 days after I turned 17 years old. 17 feels somehow different than 16 did. Like, every birthday, you get that one old/cheesy/obligated-by-precedent person that says, "How does it feel to be (insert age that you just turned)?" And you're always like..."No different?" Well 17 feels a little different to me. It's supposedly the last year of not being an adult. It feels more like, "Oh, snap. Adulthood, NOW." It may be because of getting a job and stuff. Whatever it is, it's kind of shitty. It seems like it's already "too late" to do things. Yeah, I know. I'm only 17. I know.
Anyway, FOR that 17th birthday, I got a very awesome surprise. My mom sent me to Florida to see my Fluffernutter! :) We had so much fun. Well, I did. If he didn't, he's a good actor, hah. What did we do in Florida, the state that's so much better than Michigan, you ask? Oh, I'll tell you. Eye. Will tell. You. (excuse to use bullets, SCORE.)
Hey there, everybody.
What can we talk about today, hmm?
What's been going on lately. Sure. Let's start there.
Alright, so today is the 14th of March. 12 days after I turned 17 years old. 17 feels somehow different than 16 did. Like, every birthday, you get that one old/cheesy/obligated-by-precedent person that says, "How does it feel to be (insert age that you just turned)?" And you're always like..."No different?" Well 17 feels a little different to me. It's supposedly the last year of not being an adult. It feels more like, "Oh, snap. Adulthood, NOW." It may be because of getting a job and stuff. Whatever it is, it's kind of shitty. It seems like it's already "too late" to do things. Yeah, I know. I'm only 17. I know.
Anyway, FOR that 17th birthday, I got a very awesome surprise. My mom sent me to Florida to see my Fluffernutter! :) We had so much fun. Well, I did. If he didn't, he's a good actor, hah. What did we do in Florida, the state that's so much better than Michigan, you ask? Oh, I'll tell you. Eye. Will tell. You. (excuse to use bullets, SCORE.)
- First night (that was really the morning because my plane got delayed and we didn't get to the House of Alex until like 2:20 AM) I got to see where he lived, and I smooshed the McApple McPie that his mom was kind enough to order me under my big, fat McBooty.
- Then...we woke up and it was the next day! :D And we were all like, "OMG WE'RE STILL TOGETHER, IT WASN'T A DREAM, YESSSSS" and we were also all like, "OMG IT'S ONLY THE FIRST DAY, WE STILL HAVE LIKE 3 LEFT WIINNNNN!" Alex made us PB&J's and we had a picnic in the woods, where he decided that he didn't like orange marmalade and I knocked over pop cans. I got to meet Clifton, and swoon over Andy Sixx. Yes, both of us swooned. Well, pseudo-swooned.
- Next day, wabam. Alex, Jazmyn and I went to the mall. Ate food, played DDR, conversed about media and such, etc. Fun stuff :D Proceeded to HOA (talked about capitalism on the way there) and had deep conversation that took like 5 hours, not that we really realized it at the time.
- DAY 4! Met Austin and Alba. Went swimming. Best calzones in the world. Most romantic thing that has ever happened ever. Don't you wish your boyfriend took you to a late showing of Beastly, then pulled you up into a fountain and kissed you to make up for it not raining? Not to mention, this was in the very downtown Sarasota that I experienced some of the happiest times of my life. Nostalgia FTW.
- March 9th. Worst day yet. I had to leave the happy dreamworld of amazing boyfriends and Oreo cream filling ice cream, realizing that this is going to keep happening, and it's never going to get easier, and no, the dog days are not over.
(i call this one "alex looks good in my aviators")
Wow. That was a lot more detail than I had planned on writing. I guess it was just too good of a time to express in just a couple sentences.
The last few days have been extremely trying, mentally and emotionally. The job, the missing, the everything and everything and everything. Legit.
Anywhat, I am going to get ready for work and stuff. Thank you, PLC days. Comment up; I'm feelin' lonely in the Monde du Blog.
Friday, February 25, 2011
When I'm a-Walkin', I Strut My Stuff
Ha, this song is so great.
Song: Blister in the Sun...The Violent Femmes
Oh, and it just changed to No Rain by Blind Melon. Also an all-time awesome.
Alright, so I've got a paper to write ("demonstrating," which is not very good word choice, if you ask me, "how Wal-Mart has helped or harmed: American workers, the American public, or the U.S. economy), the rest of Fast Food Nation to read and answer questions for, a pamphlet about ED's that I should probably get started on, a test to do for AP World, a list of subjunctive phrases to learn, a Vivaldi piece to memorize, and practicing to do on the piperoos. Why would I start at 11:31 AM, though? It's mid-winter break ( I agree, kind of ridiculous, but who's complaining? Surely not me.), so I shouldn't even really be up. Noon just seems like such a good time to start being productive, anyway. Therefore, I willn't start doing what I'm supposed to be doing until then. Hmmph!
"What if you were living yours instead of hatin' mine?" Such a good point. I'm thinking the world would be a much better place and people would be much more peaceful if we could learn how to, well, basically, mind our own business. I say this all the time: People always be wantin' to know whassuh widerryone else, but the truth of the matter is that ignorance really is bliss. They dig for information that isn't theirs to know in the first place, and then blow up completely when they find it out, as if there's anything they can or should do about it. Just live your life, dude. Of course, that's all on a general, surface basis. If you CAN help someone, you def should. It's just, I don't think people really understand what really matters and what's really significant in the grand scheme of things. It's really easy for us (and when I refer to "people", I do include myself. I'm far from immune to the flaws that plague humanity) to get caught up in the here and now. Like, OMG, I KNOW it's a huge deal right now that like, Britney hooked up with a guy you went out with in like, the second grade, but like, ugh, gag me with a spoon, does it really matter? No, but seriously, even real problems, most of them can be drastically diminished by simple meditation.
As Alex would say, "I've got homework for you."
Next time you're about to get really upset about something, take a second to stop and really open your mind and think about it, no matter how worthy-of-explosion it seems at the moment. I'm serious. It's helped me a lot, the few times I've been able to calm down and actually try it. ...Very few, actually, but I'm learning and practicing.
Someone cuts you off when you're driving. You don't die, neither do they. Nobody's hurt, nothing bad happened because of it. Is it worth letting your blood boil about it?
Something that has helped me tremendously in this has been to think, "Have I ever done something like that before?" The answer's always yes, if I'm being completely honest. Keeping in mind that nobody's perfect is so much more conducive to peace of mind than giving in to the human tendency to compare people and make assumptions. You never know 100% what's going on with someone, no matter how clear it may seem.
Wow, alright. I was totally planning on gushing about my very first job that's in the cafe at Lifetime Fitness that I start on Sunday that I'm excited and nervous about that...that...that's a spicy meat-a-ball-uh? But it's noon, so I gotta go be productive n' sheeit.
Peace, people. Do yer homework! Comment and let me know how it works out.
Song: Blister in the Sun...The Violent Femmes
Oh, and it just changed to No Rain by Blind Melon. Also an all-time awesome.
Alright, so I've got a paper to write ("demonstrating," which is not very good word choice, if you ask me, "how Wal-Mart has helped or harmed: American workers, the American public, or the U.S. economy), the rest of Fast Food Nation to read and answer questions for, a pamphlet about ED's that I should probably get started on, a test to do for AP World, a list of subjunctive phrases to learn, a Vivaldi piece to memorize, and practicing to do on the piperoos. Why would I start at 11:31 AM, though? It's mid-winter break ( I agree, kind of ridiculous, but who's complaining? Surely not me.), so I shouldn't even really be up. Noon just seems like such a good time to start being productive, anyway. Therefore, I willn't start doing what I'm supposed to be doing until then. Hmmph!
"What if you were living yours instead of hatin' mine?" Such a good point. I'm thinking the world would be a much better place and people would be much more peaceful if we could learn how to, well, basically, mind our own business. I say this all the time: People always be wantin' to know whassuh widerryone else, but the truth of the matter is that ignorance really is bliss. They dig for information that isn't theirs to know in the first place, and then blow up completely when they find it out, as if there's anything they can or should do about it. Just live your life, dude. Of course, that's all on a general, surface basis. If you CAN help someone, you def should. It's just, I don't think people really understand what really matters and what's really significant in the grand scheme of things. It's really easy for us (and when I refer to "people", I do include myself. I'm far from immune to the flaws that plague humanity) to get caught up in the here and now. Like, OMG, I KNOW it's a huge deal right now that like, Britney hooked up with a guy you went out with in like, the second grade, but like, ugh, gag me with a spoon, does it really matter? No, but seriously, even real problems, most of them can be drastically diminished by simple meditation.
As Alex would say, "I've got homework for you."
Next time you're about to get really upset about something, take a second to stop and really open your mind and think about it, no matter how worthy-of-explosion it seems at the moment. I'm serious. It's helped me a lot, the few times I've been able to calm down and actually try it. ...Very few, actually, but I'm learning and practicing.
Someone cuts you off when you're driving. You don't die, neither do they. Nobody's hurt, nothing bad happened because of it. Is it worth letting your blood boil about it?
Something that has helped me tremendously in this has been to think, "Have I ever done something like that before?" The answer's always yes, if I'm being completely honest. Keeping in mind that nobody's perfect is so much more conducive to peace of mind than giving in to the human tendency to compare people and make assumptions. You never know 100% what's going on with someone, no matter how clear it may seem.
Wow, alright. I was totally planning on gushing about my very first job that's in the cafe at Lifetime Fitness that I start on Sunday that I'm excited and nervous about that...that...that's a spicy meat-a-ball-uh? But it's noon, so I gotta go be productive n' sheeit.
Peace, people. Do yer homework! Comment and let me know how it works out.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
All The Words Are Gonna Bleed From Me And I Will Sing No More
Song: Seven Nation Army...The White Stripes (EDIT:who are officially no more *cryanddie*)
Wull, hey there! I haven't posted in forever, and it's one of those things I've been meaning to do in the back of my mind. With all the stuff going on lately, I have no idea...actually, I have no idea about anything. Or wait: I have way too many.
SO. My posts have never really centered on boyfriends. Like I've mentioned them, but not anything more than "__________ is awesome. I like him." But let's make this one different, shall we?
So there's this kid, his name is Alex. We've been going out for over three months; it'll be four in 12 days.
This is the way-long-ago-aforementioned Fluffernutter, and yes, he still lives in Florida.
More than 1000 miles away from me.
"That sucks." Yeah, it truly does. I miss him so much that sometimes it's actually painful. It's so difficult not to be able to see someone you love so much on a regular basis.
But I've never been more sure of anything that it's worth it. He is so cosmically wonderful, both to me and in general, as a person. He's smart, really funny, and every time I look at him, it's like he got better-looking since the last time. Plus, he's a ginger! :D I could go on forever.
I don't know how I got so lucky.
More postage later, I've got books to read, chanters to practice, finals to study for, and Nepal to save.
Peace.
Wull, hey there! I haven't posted in forever, and it's one of those things I've been meaning to do in the back of my mind. With all the stuff going on lately, I have no idea...actually, I have no idea about anything. Or wait: I have way too many.
SO. My posts have never really centered on boyfriends. Like I've mentioned them, but not anything more than "__________ is awesome. I like him." But let's make this one different, shall we?
So there's this kid, his name is Alex. We've been going out for over three months; it'll be four in 12 days.
This is the way-long-ago-aforementioned Fluffernutter, and yes, he still lives in Florida.
More than 1000 miles away from me.
"That sucks." Yeah, it truly does. I miss him so much that sometimes it's actually painful. It's so difficult not to be able to see someone you love so much on a regular basis.
But I've never been more sure of anything that it's worth it. He is so cosmically wonderful, both to me and in general, as a person. He's smart, really funny, and every time I look at him, it's like he got better-looking since the last time. Plus, he's a ginger! :D I could go on forever.
I don't know how I got so lucky.
More postage later, I've got books to read, chanters to practice, finals to study for, and Nepal to save.
Peace.
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