Died and Gone to Heaven
I seriously doubt it.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
DITCHED
So I took a day off of school last friday. All that week, I had been feelin' pretty down, kinda dizzy with headaches and stuff. And I was super worried about this essay I had to write for Math (I KNOW RLY?? It was ultra lame T^T) because I would have no time to finish the last two or so paragraphs in school whatsoever. SO I climbed into my mother's bed and snuggled and told her how awful I felt and that I never wanted to go to school again.
xDD No, not really. I was more like, "I don't want to go to school... but I'm not going to tell you that. I'm just going to say that I feel better, but I feel uber worried because I have this HUGE essay that needs to be finished." It was all the truth. All the time, I laid there, snuggling up to her, I stared at the curtains on the door to the backyard--there are windows in that door, which stares straight into the setting sun--which is why they got the curtains there. I felt whimsical, just a little bit, and described to myself in my head what they were like to me in that half-sleepy moment. It was dark in the room, and the only light came from the sunlight bouncing off of the neighbor's white (or beige) wall and reflecting into the room, filtered through the curtains. They were red like roses--probably to set the mood, but also to match the dark wood furniture in my parent's room. It made me want to eat chocolate covered cherries. There are pleats in the curtain, and the curls in the dark red curtain made nearly black lines when the material doubled up on itself. Some went all the way down to the bottom. Some stopped short. Some were halfway through, but stopped like the others. Somehow, I felt that these "curtain lines" were like my life--some things ran a course, some things were transient, and some were just short of staying but stopped anyhow. And then I thought how weird that was. And that I should blog about it that day, when I had time. But I wasn't home pretty much the rest of the day anyway, so it wasn't going to happen.
So after hearing my complaints, my mom said, "You can stay home from school today..." YES!! I wondered if she knew my ploy, but the presiding idea was that she came up with it all on her own, because she felt bad for me. She couldn't get angry if I asked for a day off--or something. But then immediately, she changed my doctor's appointment from 2:00 in the afternoon (when she would pick me up early from school) to 9 or so. I got to watch both Bakugan and Beyblade all the way.
So the rest of the day was pretty gnarly. I got checked out by the doctor (whom I learned was from Hawaii 8D) and she gave me some allergy pills. Then we went to go get coffee drinks at It's A Grind. My mother suggested it first. "We should go to It's A Grind," she said.
"But isn't that all the way down at Westgate?" I asked.
"Yeah, but who cares?"
xDDD Sometimes, my mother can be a rebel. When she's not being a drill sargeant. xDD
So my brother and I sucked on Road Warriors (like a frappucino, but better--it has chopped/ground/puree'd chocolate covered coffee beans mixed in with mocha or something--I don't remember--I just love the choco covered coffee bits) and got in on the Pokèmon WiFi trading action. And we talked about Spirit Week this week--and my mother decided to take us down to the nearest Savers and Big Lots for costumes. 8D
I finally have a plaid skirt! 8D Two, now, since my sister let me go through a ton of clothes she didn't want anymore and another plaid skirt was one of them. xDD
Then we visited my
xDD No, not really. I was more like, "I don't want to go to school... but I'm not going to tell you that. I'm just going to say that I feel better, but I feel uber worried because I have this HUGE essay that needs to be finished." It was all the truth. All the time, I laid there, snuggling up to her, I stared at the curtains on the door to the backyard--there are windows in that door, which stares straight into the setting sun--which is why they got the curtains there. I felt whimsical, just a little bit, and described to myself in my head what they were like to me in that half-sleepy moment. It was dark in the room, and the only light came from the sunlight bouncing off of the neighbor's white (or beige) wall and reflecting into the room, filtered through the curtains. They were red like roses--probably to set the mood, but also to match the dark wood furniture in my parent's room. It made me want to eat chocolate covered cherries. There are pleats in the curtain, and the curls in the dark red curtain made nearly black lines when the material doubled up on itself. Some went all the way down to the bottom. Some stopped short. Some were halfway through, but stopped like the others. Somehow, I felt that these "curtain lines" were like my life--some things ran a course, some things were transient, and some were just short of staying but stopped anyhow. And then I thought how weird that was. And that I should blog about it that day, when I had time. But I wasn't home pretty much the rest of the day anyway, so it wasn't going to happen.
So after hearing my complaints, my mom said, "You can stay home from school today..." YES!! I wondered if she knew my ploy, but the presiding idea was that she came up with it all on her own, because she felt bad for me. She couldn't get angry if I asked for a day off--or something. But then immediately, she changed my doctor's appointment from 2:00 in the afternoon (when she would pick me up early from school) to 9 or so. I got to watch both Bakugan and Beyblade all the way.
So the rest of the day was pretty gnarly. I got checked out by the doctor (whom I learned was from Hawaii 8D) and she gave me some allergy pills. Then we went to go get coffee drinks at It's A Grind. My mother suggested it first. "We should go to It's A Grind," she said.
"But isn't that all the way down at Westgate?" I asked.
"Yeah, but who cares?"
xDDD Sometimes, my mother can be a rebel. When she's not being a drill sargeant. xDD
So my brother and I sucked on Road Warriors (like a frappucino, but better--it has chopped/ground/puree'd chocolate covered coffee beans mixed in with mocha or something--I don't remember--I just love the choco covered coffee bits) and got in on the Pokèmon WiFi trading action. And we talked about Spirit Week this week--and my mother decided to take us down to the nearest Savers and Big Lots for costumes. 8D
I finally have a plaid skirt! 8D Two, now, since my sister let me go through a ton of clothes she didn't want anymore and another plaid skirt was one of them. xDD
Then we visited my
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
ONCE AGAIN
I want this shirt. 8D
In fact, I wish I had more music T-shirts. So far, I only have two Pink Floyd shirts and a Led Zeppelin shirt--the Swan Song one, with the angel. 8D
And this one, too, because Joey Ramone is my hero and lover. 8D
AND HOLY SHIZZAATTT!!!
In fact, I wish I had more music T-shirts. So far, I only have two Pink Floyd shirts and a Led Zeppelin shirt--the Swan Song one, with the angel. 8D
And this one, too, because Joey Ramone is my hero and lover. 8D
AND HOLY SHIZZAATTT!!!
BLOG HOPPING
When I'm bored, I like to click the "next blog" link up at top. It takes me to a totally random blog. Sometimes I like them. Other times I can't read them. I went through like eight blogs in spanish before I decided I wasn't going to find a good one again. But there were some good ones in there.
I found a blog with this AMAZING fashion! But here's the site, since I didn't bother to copy the link to the actual blog.
Chromat Garments
Nevermind, here's the blog:
Chromat Blog
Pretty rad, at least to me. 8D
I found a blog with this AMAZING fashion! But here's the site, since I didn't bother to copy the link to the actual blog.
Chromat Garments
Nevermind, here's the blog:
Chromat Blog
Pretty rad, at least to me. 8D
Friday, October 15, 2010
STRESSED AND I DUN WANNA WRITE ABOUT EET
So let's do something fun today.
Today is a friday, and it happens to be a Good Friday--no, not like the Friday before Easter, but the friday that is a B-day, becauase my B-days are the easiest. I mean, my A-days aren't too bad, but I always dread them. B-days, I look forward to because I have Diddy twice in a row. I mean, I guess I should dread Diddy's class, because of all of my classes, it should be the hardest, but it's nice in thar. I don't hate anybody in that class (not that I hate anybody in any of my classes, but there are certain classes where I sit next to smelly folk and it ain't pleasant), and the work is semi-easy (doing it is the easy part--it's doing it ALL, turning it in and making sure you stayed on the rabbit trail that's hard xD), and best of all, I get to look forward to my next class--Creative Writing.
The one thing I would only dread about this day, which never comes to me beforehand until I actually face it, is getting my HUGE literature textbook out of my locker. It's about seven inches tall, six inches wide, and three or four inches thick. The thing's a behemoth. And I'm expected to bring this thing home? Not likely. I'm glad I have about two hours to do all my work before I go home, or else I would be in serious pain.
But it's days like these, where I know my weekend is going to be packed, that I wish I owned a car. T^T
My mother actually gave me a piece of paper last week or so that had a picture of a VW bus for sale. It was pretty beat-up, but it only had about a hundred miles or so on its new motor. I took one look at its $3000 price tag and nearly freaked. THAT WAS SO CHEAP! Especially for a thing that wasn't too beat up. Sure, the brakes might need replacing and the transmission fixed and all that good mechanical stuff that I don't know how to do (can you even fix a transmission? I've heard there are some mechanical parts of a car that can't be fixed--only replaced), but by golly I will learn and GET THAT BUS!
But so far, I've only got about $150 in my savings account, and exponentially less in my checking. xD BUT HUMBLE BEGINNINGS, PEOPLE! HUMBLE! BEGINNINGS!
It's not the only one out there, though. I've heard that small towns have TONS of them (literally) just waiting in someone's garage.
Today is a friday, and it happens to be a Good Friday--no, not like the Friday before Easter, but the friday that is a B-day, becauase my B-days are the easiest. I mean, my A-days aren't too bad, but I always dread them. B-days, I look forward to because I have Diddy twice in a row. I mean, I guess I should dread Diddy's class, because of all of my classes, it should be the hardest, but it's nice in thar. I don't hate anybody in that class (not that I hate anybody in any of my classes, but there are certain classes where I sit next to smelly folk and it ain't pleasant), and the work is semi-easy (doing it is the easy part--it's doing it ALL, turning it in and making sure you stayed on the rabbit trail that's hard xD), and best of all, I get to look forward to my next class--Creative Writing.
The one thing I would only dread about this day, which never comes to me beforehand until I actually face it, is getting my HUGE literature textbook out of my locker. It's about seven inches tall, six inches wide, and three or four inches thick. The thing's a behemoth. And I'm expected to bring this thing home? Not likely. I'm glad I have about two hours to do all my work before I go home, or else I would be in serious pain.
But it's days like these, where I know my weekend is going to be packed, that I wish I owned a car. T^T
My mother actually gave me a piece of paper last week or so that had a picture of a VW bus for sale. It was pretty beat-up, but it only had about a hundred miles or so on its new motor. I took one look at its $3000 price tag and nearly freaked. THAT WAS SO CHEAP! Especially for a thing that wasn't too beat up. Sure, the brakes might need replacing and the transmission fixed and all that good mechanical stuff that I don't know how to do (can you even fix a transmission? I've heard there are some mechanical parts of a car that can't be fixed--only replaced), but by golly I will learn and GET THAT BUS!
But so far, I've only got about $150 in my savings account, and exponentially less in my checking. xD BUT HUMBLE BEGINNINGS, PEOPLE! HUMBLE! BEGINNINGS!
It's not the only one out there, though. I've heard that small towns have TONS of them (literally) just waiting in someone's garage.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
ANIME GIRLY DUDES
The last time I watched a new episode of Beyblade, I saw a dude whom I first assumed was a chick. Then they used the pronoun "he" and I was like, "THAT DUDE IS SO GIRLY!!"
But I liekz heem anyway. xD
Cuz he's a mysterious type, chuu know? That Tsubasa dude with the long grey hair. Is he tan or something? Is he going for the Ganguro look? Seriously...
In anime, the chicks NEVER look dudeish (and if they are dudeish, then you can at least tell right off the bat that they're female), and the dudes almost ALWAYS look like a chick! I'm telling you, it's nawt fair. D8< But whatever. If the japanese want to emulate the americans and white people, go right on ahead, with your green hair and purple eyes and butterfly wings and ninja skillz, shit. At least when we make an archetype, we're pretty literal about it.
^^Girly ninja dude. D8
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