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.)

• 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.

(i call this one "alex looks good in my aviators")


• 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.
  
  

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.

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.

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.

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!


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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