If I Ever Didn't Thank You, You, Then Just Let Me Do It Now

Always gotta get that little dig, Tuck. Always that dig.

song: Down...311

Why do some people have to be so damn mean? Like, petty mean too. It's not like somebody provoked it by saying something along the lines of, "You suck eggs, sir. You suck eggs." It's like an enjoyable thing for some people to embarrass or cut other people down. Let me just say something right now...nah. Never mind. The minute something comes out of my mouth there's something else that comes out of somebody else's mouth to dispute whatever just came out of my mouth. If you didn't consider that verbose, your last name is probably Bulwer-Lytton.

Today I went to the doctor's office, and got some fun bloodwork and a shot. It was exactly the way I wanted to spend the day, let me tell you. Anyway, the last time I had blood drawn, it was terrible. They couldn't find the vein, so there I was, lying on the table with this idiot male needle poking dude saying, "Oh, nope, that's not it. I can't seem to find the vein." At this point I'm starting to feel sick and considering making myself vomit just so I can have an excuse to aim it at this guy. That was the last time. So this time, I wasn't even expecting anything...not the shit they stuck in my ears, not the bend-over-touch-your-toes-so-I-can-check-for-scoleosis, not anything. When I found out I had to get bloodwork, I started freaking out in my head, remembering my last experience. I've got my arm over my eyes, breathing like a madwoman, thinking I am about to feel the equivalent of plunging into the depths of HELL ITSELF, and she's like, "You good?" I'm like, "No." Little did I know the test was already done. :D

Tomorrow, by the grace of the holy JHCINTHEHIZZOUSE, I will be sitting front row for The Offspring and 311. This is gonna be good. When I just tried to type "good" my first attempt came out "goona". Please someone explain how this could ever happen to me.


peace.

Hate Me In Ways, Yeah Ways Hard To Swallow

Song: Hate Me...Blue October

I find life to be really suckish sometimes. Especially when you have everything but a reason to be so sad, and still all you can do is sit there and be...sad. And mad, and all the other things you don't ever want to be.

I'm starting to feel the pre-pressure of the adult world coming on, and let me tell you, I do not like it. I don't want a job, I don't want to go to college, I don't WANT to grow up. I can't help wondering what the point is if you're constantly doing things that you don't want to do. You're here for about four score years, and a lot of people spend the vast majority of that time just trying to make it through. That's pretty jacked up if you ask me. I look at all this stuff in my room and think about how in a couple years or so it's not going to be acceptable anymore. I want to keep the YA books on my shelf forever, and I never want to take down my band posters. I want to be able to wear these clothes for the rest of my life without being too old for them.

But I guess life isn't about what you want, right? It's about whatever you have to do to survive it.

Let me tell you what I want, more than anything. Although, the list of things YOU want almost definitely doesn't include hearing mine...

I want to be a tattoo artist.
I want to have a better connection with people.
I want to be myself, but more than anything else...

I want to like that person.

And I'm Thinking, What's The Harm In A Bit Of Rhetoric And Charm?

You're not! Getting any sleep tonight. You're not! Getting any sleep tonight.

Song: No Sleep Tonight...Enter Shikari

Talk about dramer. Personal dramer. I hate this kind of dramer that makes you constantly think about it, which means constantly thinking about yourself, which makes you really annoying and conceited...to yourself. More self centeredness!!! IT'S A NEVER-ENDING CYCLE OF SELFNESS. And I hate it. I really do.

Today's topic, compliments of Random Word Generator Plus, is...

Arrangements.

Now, flower children, there can be many kinds of arrangements. There can be custody arrangements, tutoring arrangements, floral arrangements, faunal arrangements, et cetera. You can arrange your pillows, arrange your legs, or arrange the probably post expiration date items in your refrigerator. You can have arranged marriages, arranged murders (which lead to arranged funerals), and arranged births. At least I'm hoping for the sake of the birthER that the birthEE's birth was, in all honesty, arranged. Now, doesn't the word "arrange" sound kind of weird?

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you, please don't take my man...please don't take him even though you can...I cannot compete with you, Jolene. <---What a good song. Well. I can't think of anything else that you need to know for your general well-being. So...off to the writing blog. By the way. I hate to admit that I love this song...but listen to Billionaire by Travie McCoy

...Because I thought you might get a kick.

I'm Well Aware Of How It Aches , And You Still Won't Let Me In.

So that whole "I'm-only-going-to-use-lyrics-that-relate-to-the-post" thing...don't think that's going to work out. I might try it on the writing blog, or once in a while on this one, if I don't have anything to write about I'll use it as a prompt of sorts.

Song: Song to Say Goodbye...Placebo

Placebo is too amazing for words, I swear it. Definitely going in the music blog, if I ever get around to it. But seriously, if you don't know them, check them out.

Best candy in the world equals Butterfinger Snackerz. Just throwing that out there.

I just took my cumulative exam in online economics, which would mean that I am done with the class. It would...except I am not taking a B. I now have to go back through all my topic tests and quizzes and take all the ones I got less than 100% on until I get an 89.5% or higher, for that, my dear friends, is an A.

Another thing that I'd like to bring up *"POINT OF ORDERRR!!"* is that last night was thee best episode of thee best show ever in the history of the universe. Glee did Lady Gaga last night, and Kiss. That few seconds of Kurt singing "Rah rah rah ah ah, roma roma ma..." pretty much made my life. And freaking Santana?! Whoa! Freaking WHOA, MAN. You wanna talk about freaking out, last night...I was freaking FREAKING OUT. This next part is going to be in all caps, even though I don't particularly like it myself when I have to read things in all caps. I just need to emphasize how amazing last night was. To aid me on this quest, I'm going to use too many exclamation marks and inappropriately place them. Sporadic placement of words and phrases? THAT TOO! :D :D :D :D


FIRST OF ALL!
THERE WAS BAD ROMANCE, WHICH WAS AMAZING FROM THE COSTUMES! TO THE SINGING!TOTHEKURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OMGKURTYEAH! (ALL ONE WORD) THEEEEN!!!!!! THEN! THERE WAS THE FIGHT BETWEEN KURT AND FINN

FINN GOT ALL PISSY! BECAUSE THE BEDROOM WAS "FAGGY"! BUTTHEN (BUT THEN, NOT BUTT HEN!)

HE WORE!!!!!!! A ! D!R!ESS

AND SAVED KURT FROM GETTING BEATENUP BY! THE JOCKS!

IT W O R K E D !!!

AND THERE'S TONS MORE

BUT

YOU
SHOULDJUSTGOWATCHITONHULU!FOR YOUR!


self.




I bet that was as annoying to read as it was to type ;)

It's just that good. So get your booty in gear and watch it, man.


Then I talked to Cooper on the phone all night. That was fun. :)

Alright, well I'm going to go now. I've got Honors Algerber 2 in like 12 minutes including passing time, dawg. 'Night. I mean, you know what I mean. <3

So You Know That You're Never On Your Own

...or do you?

Song: Bonnie Taylor Shakedown 2K1...Hellogoodbye

In econ. Almost done with the course. Just ate a sandwich. Still extremely hungry. Wish my blog was as funny as it used to be. Now all I can come up with is "pudding". That's NOT funny.

It's not. It's just not.

Off to write a paper. Bye.

Scream And Shout And Tell Everybody That You're Gonna Leave

Song: Big City Dreams... Nevershoutnever!

That title had to do with a certain someone...not that that person is particularly on my mind, it's just the lyric that was playing at the moment and I am too lazy to swith the song that pertains more directly to my life at this point and time.

I just ate a muffin. Banana nut. From Awry's. I'm going to Beana's tonight. Sleepover.

Enough with the choppy chop.

Also shared by Bean with me was this freakinghighlarious blog called Hyperboleandahalf. Def go look it up, it's even funnier than mine if you can imagine such a thing. ;)

Uh..

When I was sitting through a lecture in Econ, I had this post all planned out with a bunch of good things to talk about but now that I'm actually here writing it I can't remember them. Oh, nevermind. I just did.

We just recently (like 3 or some weeks ago) moved into a new house. I don't think I've ever liked my house as much as I do now. I don't know why, I just really like it. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's the first house in a while we've moved into without drama. We haven't had pretty much any in our house this whole time. I know that probably won't last long, but it is nice right now. That and the house is pretty nice. Tall ceilings...my favorite :D.

Last night was Tuesday night, and as we all know, that means Glee night. Also known as Best Night Of All. It had a couple little spotlights on my favoritest character, Kurt. He makes me happier than a popsicle on a... no, just a popsicle. He did an amazing song and made out with a girl even though he's capital G Gay and he cried and sang a song that was kind of scary coming from him, and got burgers with his dad. AHH. I love Glee, and I love Kurt.

Another thing that I was thinking about today was Columbine. Yes, the high school shootings. It wasn't just me dwelling on depressing past events, we got a research paper assigned in English. (I really don't like them :P) Anyway, I was looking it up because I thought the two kids that did it went looking for Christian classmates and whoever got in their way, and I was going to use it as an example of religious persecution (look up Cassie Bernall). But what I learned was that Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were just very psychotic kids. From reading some excerpts of a journal, intelligent too. Dangerously so. It made me think about which is more dangerous: Being disturbed to the point of blind rage, or being disturbed and so intelligent? I know that sounds stupid written here, but it's a legit intellectual thought for me today.

I have to stop using parentheses (I use way too many). (But that's just my personal opinion).

(Maybe I don't?)

(Bye.)

Settle, Precious. I Know What You're Going Through.

The title was to do with some stuff going on right now, just not this particular post.

Song: Self-Conclusion...The Spill Canvas. Very good song.

I've definitely reached that point today already where I know I'm not going to do anything productive for the rest of the day. Well, school day, anyway. I'll probably be pretty productive at rehearsal today even though it's probably going to be like seven hours long. It's okay. We open next week and it'll all be worth it all then. Even the 8 AM call this Saturday. Ahh. I want sleep, man. I want sleep and I want to be able to get my room together. I want to get my AP homework. I want rehearsals to not be this long.

But mostly I just want to sleep. I want one night of good sleep before we perform. Like tonight would be good.