At my school. There is none. I haven't had recess since fifth grade, it's sad. And even then, I spent most of my days inside, reading books or watching my teacher's rabbits or whatever it is I did to amuse myself. Anyway. School has been going all right so far. All of the hype about high school being radically different from middle school? Yeah, it's stupid. Sometimes, I find myself walking through the halls or sitting in class forgetting that I've ever left my middle school. I've met a few people already; haven't had much chance to hang out with those that I used to know. Most of my school friends are in totally different classes than me. Or went to the other high school, which is unfortunate. I don't have all that much trouble making friends, but I don't like it. I'm very withdrawn when I don't already know people. Fortunately, if people are outgoing to talk to me first - and not annoying - I generally don't have too much trouble befriending them. I don't need to be all that social right now anyway. When I'm at school, I'm usually almost completely focused on figuring out where I'm going or what I'm doing. I have this thing about not upsetting new teachers, particularly those who teach subjects that I try to get decent grades in.
I'd say the hardest thing for me has been finding my way around. I don't consider myself too good to walk up to random seniors with my crinkled up, highlighted to death map and ask where I am, which means I haven't been late because none of them directed me the wrong way. And all of them were willing to help me. So far, high school isn't nearly as petrifying or fatality inducing as it's meant to be in movies and books and such. While it was somewhat intimidating to be walking the halls with people who look more like adults than teenagers, for about two periods, I got over it faster than I thought I would. Getting lost is the only real problem. My journalism classroom likes to make itself impossible for me to find. Today, however, I found it without asking anyone where to go. Which made me happy. I even got there safely before the bell rang. All of my other classes are pretty easy to find, since I have a map and they're not really out of the way too much.
Oh, and my schedule would be...
English - all days.
History - all days.
Journalism - 'a' days.
Geometry - 'b' days.
French II - 'a' days.
Biology - 'b' days.
Gym - all days.
They're not actually called 'a' and 'b' days, but if I told you what they were called, you'd be able to figure out school I go to, and I don't think I actually want that on the internet, even though almost no one reads this.
In other news, my piano lesson yesterday wasn't so great. My practice was a little bit messed up because I was gone half of the time, and my work ethic was really lacking during the time that I was home. My piano teacher said I did very well on Prelude though, luckily for me, especially when she found out I was having my lesson on my first day of school. (At this point, I should explain that I thought it a smart plan to stay up until past two writing and reading... fanfiction the night before. And then I got up at five. Before this, I was kept awake by power outages, stress, and too many blankets. So I was dead tired by the time I got home.) She taught me the epic part of the song, the part where left and right hands take turns playing on the same staff and the sixteenth notes look all pretty and advanced and I get confused. I'm also playing, 'Jester', but I'm not thrilled about it because it has chords, which I hate playing on the piano. If I don't adore the melody of a song, chances are, I won't learn it too well. I learned Prelude fast, compared to my other songs, and that's 'cause I loved it. Well, I'm still learning it. And I still love it. But I'm not totally proficient at most of it, yet. I'm still sort of addicted to playing 'The Devil' by Tears for Fears. And singing, but very softly, because I don't have much of a voice.
Well, to update this post, it's now Sunday night and I just realized that I got too lazy to bother hitting Publish and so now I've lived more and haven't told the world.
Music this week has been The Go! Team and a little bit of Hinder and quite a bit of Elastica and Green River and L7 and Devo, so much Devo, I want to marry all of Devo, Duran Duran and Tears for Fears, Spice Girls. I rediscovered my devout adoration for Love Battery this weekend - they really are so good, I can't stand it, most of the time. The Distillers, because 'Love Is Paranoid' is still my obsession. Some of their other stuff, but mostly that. Veruca Salt, Sleater Kinney, the Toadies, Moist. Lots and lots of Smashing Pumpkins. Is it just me or are they quite the fall band? Especially Adore and Mellon Collie. Dark, hazy songs with thickening layers of gray that you just kind of sink into, and keep going until you can't see. Chilling drum sounds, that sound all hollow and echoy. Angst without all the melodrama, in a subtle, dreamy way like something's been lost but it can't be found so no one bothers looking. That sort of thing.
I need to go to sleep and stop rambling about things. Bad enough that I wrote nearly three thousand word... description about someone who doesn't even belong to me tonight.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
The beginning of the end.
School's almost here. Which means I'm going to stop posting again and start doing homework. I don't hate homework. 'Cept for when its not writing something. Which turns out to be what homework is, ninety five percent of the time. So I guess I really do hate homework. Maybe it'll get better in high school? Meh. I suspect not. I dread the prospect of... doing geometry, or any math at all, especially because I'll be with juniors who failed the class, apparently. It's not that I have a problem with people who don't work hard in class or are stupid or whatever - although I guess I sort of have a problem with the latter - it's mostly that I'm afraid because they're tall and they have an excess of confidence and they might try to cheat off me because I'm a freshman. Well, actually, I'm not afraid of that so much as I'm just hoping that they won't try, because getting suspended or expelled or failing for cheating is not on my list of things to get done this year. However, my mother reminds me, they'll be too concentrated on trying to pass the class to waste their time bothering other people. I'm not so sure that's true, but my mother has been unexpectedly right before, I suppose. I also dread the first day, mostly because I'll get lost. People keep telling me I won't. Ha. I know I will because when I went to that dreadful thing in the middle of the summer, I recognized nothing. Not a thing. I guess I can ask my more knowledgeable classmates or something. Still, what are the odds anyone's going to know enough obscure corners on the first day to tell me where journalism, of all things, is? Not very good ones, I don't think. The only thing I can remember about that room is that its in the back corner of the school, somewhere. Which is totally unhelpful. I'm worried that I won't know enough people to sit somewhere at lunch, even though I have absolutely no objections to sitting there with a book and being antisocial, at least for the first few days. If I were being rational, I wouldn't worry about this stuff, but I'm not so I do. Oh, and I also worry about french class, because I remember nothing. I think half of what we covered last year has totally escaped me. That means either reviewing french this week, or just accepting that my grade won't be so wonderful. Yeah. No clue what I'm going to do about that. And! Biology worries me because I'm not a science person. It took me at least thirty seconds to type the word 'biology' properly, for God's sake. We have to put together a science fair project. This isn't like, detrimental to my life, but I just don't want to. It'll take too long, I won't have any time, it won't be fun. Unless my parents let me experiment on rabbits or mice or something adorable and furry. Which isn't so safe or pleasent for the adorable and furry thing, so I don't think they will. Besides, we have three cats. Even if they weren't be experimented on, they'd have their days numbered. Oh, and I worry about not having enough time. My mother wants me to spend just about all day on Sunday in church, school days will be occupied by piano, whatever club I'm forced into, sleeping, homework and well... school, and Saturdays are the days I sleep. So that leaves me little to no time to do anything worth doing, whether that be hanging out with my friends or writing or reading or cleaning my room or wasting time looking at things on the internet. Which is pretty much what I've been doing all summer, whenever I can, and I like it that way. School eliminates life. For most people, I guess it sort of is life, but not for me. Last year was fine, but this year I need to do well and I'm going to try to have A's in everything but french and math because I need to get into college somehow, and it certainly is not going to be through my participation in countless events. On top of all of this, I'm worried because I'm already going to be in debt due to my hair's rebleaching, and my parents said I need to buy myself a new calculator if I don't find the one I lost. Which was something I really shouldn't have done, because that calculator was expensive and I was stupid for losing it and if I don't have it, I can forget having a halfway decent geometry grade. It's not a worry so much as an, 'oh darn, this kinda sucks.' But I mention it anyway because I can.
I hope nobody actually read all that.
In other news, my family is large and overwhelming and very Italian. My uncle went to a Mudhoney concert the night before he went to a Pearl Jam concert, making me eternally envious of his life. I ditched the baby shower I was meant to attend because I was wearing old jeans and a black sweatshirt, which was not an acceptable outfit, so I went to a kid museum with my father and little brother and had a great time. I think it was the best part of the whole six day thing. My little brother is the only one in my family who I consistently get along with. I brought my piano books to my grandparents' house because they have a piano and a keyboard, but every time I tried to practice, something happened and I couldn't. On top of that, I left the books there - however, I must confess, that was partly purposely because I didn't want to be stuck taking a lesson where I knew just about nothing tomorrow - so now I have no lesson tomorrow. At first I was insanely relieved. But then I realzied that now my first lesson falls on the first day of school, and then my reaction was a little less relieved. I will come home from all of the peril that will undoubtedly strike me, and then have more peril strike me because that's how it works with me and piano lessons. I love playing so darn much, but I get a panic attack before every single lesson.
My new guitar is here! At last! It's gorgeous. The strings were really, really out of tune but I fixed them up and played around a little with it. I am, by no means, a guitar expert, but I think it's comfortable to play. It's nice to have a change of pace, and having a guitar that's a little larger will probably help my fingers, not that I can tell at all by playing it, which I know is messed up, though I think my hands were probably still fine with the smaller size. My hand's not all that much bigger than my eight year old sister's. My mother still thinks it looks hickish. I don't care anymore. I've seen numerous people who are definitely not hicks playing very similar guitars, including some guy who I'm pretty sure is ex - Love Battery, so she's wrong.
I bought new (to me) shoes, after a long search, that are about twenty five years old and nineteen dollars. They're gray and rather ugly, but ugly in a pretty way. I love them. I don't know how comfortable they'll be, but I can whack them into shape by keeping them on while I sleep or something.
This week will be so busy. Tomorrow should have been a piano lesson, but it's not anymore, so I guess that's free. Wednesday is a therapy appointment. With my father. So much fun. Not only will my therapist yell at me to get involved with activity sorts of things, she'll also yell at me to communicate with my father. We haven't done any of the things she demanded we do last time we went, so we're both screwed in that respect. And school orientation, which I'm also worried about, but as long as they let us hang with friends, it should be all right. Believe it or not, I have kept in touch with most of the people I hung out with at school, which isn't actually all that useful, since most of them are going to another high school, but I suppose it sort of is. On Thursday, my sister has gymnastics and several people have orientation, which isn't that eventful for me, but it does mean there will be household chaos and such. On Friday, I'm getting my hair cut. And someone else is having orientation. I have too many other people living with me. On Saturday, I'm getting up early and driving to New Jersey for reasons I explained before.
This is getting long. I listened to Bikini Kill, Love Battery, Elastica, Smashing Pumpkins, Bratmobile, Duran Duran, Pond and Foo Fighters this week. That's all you need know.
Yeah.
I hope nobody actually read all that.
In other news, my family is large and overwhelming and very Italian. My uncle went to a Mudhoney concert the night before he went to a Pearl Jam concert, making me eternally envious of his life. I ditched the baby shower I was meant to attend because I was wearing old jeans and a black sweatshirt, which was not an acceptable outfit, so I went to a kid museum with my father and little brother and had a great time. I think it was the best part of the whole six day thing. My little brother is the only one in my family who I consistently get along with. I brought my piano books to my grandparents' house because they have a piano and a keyboard, but every time I tried to practice, something happened and I couldn't. On top of that, I left the books there - however, I must confess, that was partly purposely because I didn't want to be stuck taking a lesson where I knew just about nothing tomorrow - so now I have no lesson tomorrow. At first I was insanely relieved. But then I realzied that now my first lesson falls on the first day of school, and then my reaction was a little less relieved. I will come home from all of the peril that will undoubtedly strike me, and then have more peril strike me because that's how it works with me and piano lessons. I love playing so darn much, but I get a panic attack before every single lesson.
My new guitar is here! At last! It's gorgeous. The strings were really, really out of tune but I fixed them up and played around a little with it. I am, by no means, a guitar expert, but I think it's comfortable to play. It's nice to have a change of pace, and having a guitar that's a little larger will probably help my fingers, not that I can tell at all by playing it, which I know is messed up, though I think my hands were probably still fine with the smaller size. My hand's not all that much bigger than my eight year old sister's. My mother still thinks it looks hickish. I don't care anymore. I've seen numerous people who are definitely not hicks playing very similar guitars, including some guy who I'm pretty sure is ex - Love Battery, so she's wrong.
I bought new (to me) shoes, after a long search, that are about twenty five years old and nineteen dollars. They're gray and rather ugly, but ugly in a pretty way. I love them. I don't know how comfortable they'll be, but I can whack them into shape by keeping them on while I sleep or something.
This week will be so busy. Tomorrow should have been a piano lesson, but it's not anymore, so I guess that's free. Wednesday is a therapy appointment. With my father. So much fun. Not only will my therapist yell at me to get involved with activity sorts of things, she'll also yell at me to communicate with my father. We haven't done any of the things she demanded we do last time we went, so we're both screwed in that respect. And school orientation, which I'm also worried about, but as long as they let us hang with friends, it should be all right. Believe it or not, I have kept in touch with most of the people I hung out with at school, which isn't actually all that useful, since most of them are going to another high school, but I suppose it sort of is. On Thursday, my sister has gymnastics and several people have orientation, which isn't that eventful for me, but it does mean there will be household chaos and such. On Friday, I'm getting my hair cut. And someone else is having orientation. I have too many other people living with me. On Saturday, I'm getting up early and driving to New Jersey for reasons I explained before.
This is getting long. I listened to Bikini Kill, Love Battery, Elastica, Smashing Pumpkins, Bratmobile, Duran Duran, Pond and Foo Fighters this week. That's all you need know.
Yeah.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
This post can be disregarded if you're not Jill or myself.
Um... this is sort of hard to explain, but we got in to a little conflict about... ownership so now I'm posting a list of celebrities I own. Don't mind this unless you are, as the title states, Jill or me.
The list is as follows.
Kurt Cobain.
Chad Channing.
Krist Novoselic.
Mark Arm.
Andrew Wood.
Orlando Bloom.
Ron Nine.
Billy Corgan.
Jimmy Chamberlin.
Gavin Rossdale.
Mark Lanegan.
Andy Deane.
Adam Lambert.
David Usher.
Shannon Hoon.
Travis Warren.
And everyone in the bands Mudhoney, Green River, Love Battery and Pond. Even though there's nobody else particularly attractive in any of these bands, I have claimed them for the sake of the demented little game we play.
I'd like to make it clear that I, in no way, actually think I own these people, nor am I one of those manic fans who murders the object of their affection. I think.
The list is as follows.
Kurt Cobain.
Chad Channing.
Krist Novoselic.
Mark Arm.
Andrew Wood.
Orlando Bloom.
Ron Nine.
Billy Corgan.
Jimmy Chamberlin.
Gavin Rossdale.
Mark Lanegan.
Andy Deane.
Adam Lambert.
David Usher.
Shannon Hoon.
Travis Warren.
And everyone in the bands Mudhoney, Green River, Love Battery and Pond. Even though there's nobody else particularly attractive in any of these bands, I have claimed them for the sake of the demented little game we play.
I'd like to make it clear that I, in no way, actually think I own these people, nor am I one of those manic fans who murders the object of their affection. I think.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Conversation with my friends.
My online friends and I have a tradition of sorts regarding posting our most moronic instant messanging conversations to blogs for later reading purposes. This one is really long, but I couldn't find a good place to cut it off. I won't tell you who's who, 'cause it's more fun not to!
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(deathbyeuphoria) SHUT UP ALLY
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(deathbyeuphoria) *strangles*
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
{taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(thereason155) Fuck. XD
(beingcute101) CHELSEA.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(everlong221) MY MOTHER.
(beingcute101) SARA.
(thereason155) O_O
(beingcute101) *SARAH
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY, SHUT UP OR KAYLA GETS HEATH.
(beingcute101) ...
(beingcute101) *grabs heath and runs*
(thereason155) ...XD
(everlong221) THEN DO I GET KURT?
(deathbyeuphoria) O_O xD
(everlong221) AND KRIST?
(everlong221) AND CHAD?
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(everlong221) D<
(thereason155) XDDD
(beingcute101) *fucking heath behind a tree*
(everlong221) LAWL.
(taintedxxlove77) you aren't being annoying, Jill-O o3o
(beingcute101) *distant* KAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(taintedxxlove77) .....
(beingcute101) *arms self with rifle*
(everlong221) Why did you say that, Sarah? XD
(thereason155) XD
(taintedxxlove77) because i wanted to o3o
(thereason155) I feel tension. XD
(beingcute101) hoedown throwdown = no.
(taintedxxlove77) I FOUGHT THE LOL
(taintedxxlove77) AND THE LOL WON
(deathbyeuphoria) ...darn xD
(everlong221) I hate the hoedown throwdown
- - -
(deathbyeuphoria) IT LOOKS LIKE A BUCKET OF FUN. @_@
(everlong221) I wanna go to another Offspring concert o_o
(deathbyeuphoria) xD
(thereason155) Bucket...? XD
(everlong221) It was TWO buckets of fun
(thereason155) More like, a dumpster of joyousnes. XD
(thereason155) *joyousness
(taintedxxlove77) haha, i was watching this music radio channel thingy on TV the other day and they were playing Candlebox. . o3o
(everlong221) And two buckets of other peoples sweat drenching my clothes o_o;
(deathbyeuphoria) ew xDD
(thereason155) O_O
(deathbyeuphoria) Run Baby Run - Garbage
(beingcute101) cumdumpster
(everlong221) Most of the sweat on me isnt my own XD
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF DEAD CL
(beingcute101) douche
(everlong221) huh?
(thereason155) ...XD
(beingcute101) i dunno... xD
(deathbyeuphoria) There's a dead blonde girl at the beginning of this video
(beingcute101) I HAVE PORBLEMS ;3;
(everlong221) Why do you shout shower?
(deathbyeuphoria) who looks like CL
(everlong221) PORBLEMS? XD
(everlong221) I HAVE THEM TOO!
(beingcute101) hail grammar nazi
(deathbyeuphoria) *salute*
(thereason155) XD
- - -
(everlong221) MY ASS FEELS LIKE A MILLIONA ND ONE BUCKS.
(thereason155) I sell propane and propane accessories; XD
(everlong221) BUCKS...BUCK....BUCKING.
(deathbyeuphoria) FUCKS... FUCK...FUCKING
(beingcute101) xD
(everlong221) BUCKING WHILE YOURE FUCKING~
(thereason155) SUCKS... SUCK... SUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) DUCKS... DICK... DUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) *DUCK
(thereason155) XD
(thereason155) DICKS... DICK... DICKSUCKING...? XD
(beingcute101) DICKS... DICK... DICKING
(everlong221) DICKING.
(everlong221) YOU JUST GOT DICKED.
(thereason155) *braindead* @_@
(thereason155) "I was raped in the ass." "YOU GOT DICKED!" O__O
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF
(deathbyeuphoria) BED RAPING
(thereason155) "I'm from K-Mart."
(thereason155) XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) OH MY GOD CHRIS CROCKER
(everlong221) I want a shirt that says "MADE IN A REST STOP BATHROOM."
(deathbyeuphoria) XDDDD
(thereason155) I THOUGHT YOU SAID COCKER. XD
(thereason155) Lawl, Jill; XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) CHRIS COCKER
(everlong221) COCKER GOT DICKED!
(thereason155) CHRIS HAS A COCKER... IN HIS ASS; OO:
(deathbyeuphoria) COCKER IS MINE
- - -
(thereason155) What happened?
(everlong221) I just tried to scratch my arm and realized I have a bruise there XD
(thereason155) Aw; *hug*
(everlong221) Im gonna be SO SORE tomorrow...o_o;
(everlong221) *hugs*
(thereason155) XD
(everlong221) Its my own fault XD
(deathbyeuphoria) she had anal sex with a zebra
(thereason155) Well, it's worth being sore, right?
(thereason155) WTF KAYLA XDDD
(thereason155) GET YOUR STRIPES BY HAVING TEH BUT SECKS~~
(deathbyeuphoria) what, anal sex with a zebra is worth it? o__O
(deathbyeuphoria) bad timing much?
(thereason155) No. The concert... XD
(beingcute101) john redcorn fucked dale's wife
(everlong221) ...
(thereason155) I know; XD
(thereason155) XD Jill
(thereason155) *BUTT
(beingcute101) MY NAME IS DOUGHTREVE COMMA BILL
(everlong221) MY NAME IS ALPHA KENNY BODY.
(thereason155) We got fucked. By german sheep; <3 XD
I know, my goodness, we curse a lot at night. And we constantly talk about sex. But that's pretty much how it goes; and we all like it, so...
Night.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(deathbyeuphoria) SHUT UP ALLY
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(deathbyeuphoria) *strangles*
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
{taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(thereason155) Fuck. XD
(beingcute101) CHELSEA.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(everlong221) MY MOTHER.
(beingcute101) SARA.
(thereason155) O_O
(beingcute101) *SARAH
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY, SHUT UP OR KAYLA GETS HEATH.
(beingcute101) ...
(beingcute101) *grabs heath and runs*
(thereason155) ...XD
(everlong221) THEN DO I GET KURT?
(deathbyeuphoria) O_O xD
(everlong221) AND KRIST?
(everlong221) AND CHAD?
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(everlong221) D<
(thereason155) XDDD
(beingcute101) *fucking heath behind a tree*
(everlong221) LAWL.
(taintedxxlove77) you aren't being annoying, Jill-O o3o
(beingcute101) *distant* KAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(taintedxxlove77) .....
(beingcute101) *arms self with rifle*
(everlong221) Why did you say that, Sarah? XD
(thereason155) XD
(taintedxxlove77) because i wanted to o3o
(thereason155) I feel tension. XD
(beingcute101) hoedown throwdown = no.
(taintedxxlove77) I FOUGHT THE LOL
(taintedxxlove77) AND THE LOL WON
(deathbyeuphoria) ...darn xD
(everlong221) I hate the hoedown throwdown
- - -
(deathbyeuphoria) IT LOOKS LIKE A BUCKET OF FUN. @_@
(everlong221) I wanna go to another Offspring concert o_o
(deathbyeuphoria) xD
(thereason155) Bucket...? XD
(everlong221) It was TWO buckets of fun
(thereason155) More like, a dumpster of joyousnes. XD
(thereason155) *joyousness
(taintedxxlove77) haha, i was watching this music radio channel thingy on TV the other day and they were playing Candlebox. . o3o
(everlong221) And two buckets of other peoples sweat drenching my clothes o_o;
(deathbyeuphoria) ew xDD
(thereason155) O_O
(deathbyeuphoria) Run Baby Run - Garbage
(beingcute101) cumdumpster
(everlong221) Most of the sweat on me isnt my own XD
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF DEAD CL
(beingcute101) douche
(everlong221) huh?
(thereason155) ...XD
(beingcute101) i dunno... xD
(deathbyeuphoria) There's a dead blonde girl at the beginning of this video
(beingcute101) I HAVE PORBLEMS ;3;
(everlong221) Why do you shout shower?
(deathbyeuphoria) who looks like CL
(everlong221) PORBLEMS? XD
(everlong221) I HAVE THEM TOO!
(beingcute101) hail grammar nazi
(deathbyeuphoria) *salute*
(thereason155) XD
- - -
(everlong221) MY ASS FEELS LIKE A MILLIONA ND ONE BUCKS.
(thereason155) I sell propane and propane accessories; XD
(everlong221) BUCKS...BUCK....BUCKING.
(deathbyeuphoria) FUCKS... FUCK...FUCKING
(beingcute101) xD
(everlong221) BUCKING WHILE YOURE FUCKING~
(thereason155) SUCKS... SUCK... SUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) DUCKS... DICK... DUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) *DUCK
(thereason155) XD
(thereason155) DICKS... DICK... DICKSUCKING...? XD
(beingcute101) DICKS... DICK... DICKING
(everlong221) DICKING.
(everlong221) YOU JUST GOT DICKED.
(thereason155) *braindead* @_@
(thereason155) "I was raped in the ass." "YOU GOT DICKED!" O__O
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF
(deathbyeuphoria) BED RAPING
(thereason155) "I'm from K-Mart."
(thereason155) XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) OH MY GOD CHRIS CROCKER
(everlong221) I want a shirt that says "MADE IN A REST STOP BATHROOM."
(deathbyeuphoria) XDDDD
(thereason155) I THOUGHT YOU SAID COCKER. XD
(thereason155) Lawl, Jill; XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) CHRIS COCKER
(everlong221) COCKER GOT DICKED!
(thereason155) CHRIS HAS A COCKER... IN HIS ASS; OO:
(deathbyeuphoria) COCKER IS MINE
- - -
(thereason155) What happened?
(everlong221) I just tried to scratch my arm and realized I have a bruise there XD
(thereason155) Aw; *hug*
(everlong221) Im gonna be SO SORE tomorrow...o_o;
(everlong221) *hugs*
(thereason155) XD
(everlong221) Its my own fault XD
(deathbyeuphoria) she had anal sex with a zebra
(thereason155) Well, it's worth being sore, right?
(thereason155) WTF KAYLA XDDD
(thereason155) GET YOUR STRIPES BY HAVING TEH BUT SECKS~~
(deathbyeuphoria) what, anal sex with a zebra is worth it? o__O
(deathbyeuphoria) bad timing much?
(thereason155) No. The concert... XD
(beingcute101) john redcorn fucked dale's wife
(everlong221) ...
(thereason155) I know; XD
(thereason155) XD Jill
(thereason155) *BUTT
(beingcute101) MY NAME IS DOUGHTREVE COMMA BILL
(everlong221) MY NAME IS ALPHA KENNY BODY.
(thereason155) We got fucked. By german sheep; <3 XD
I know, my goodness, we curse a lot at night. And we constantly talk about sex. But that's pretty much how it goes; and we all like it, so...
Night.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Internet survey by my dear friend, Naomi.
She made this! I decieded to fill it out for kicks. Pretty cool, am I right? You can read her blog here.
1. Who are you?
A hopeless liar and a hypocrite. (end Veruca Salt lyrics.)
2. What's your name?
On the internet? Vertige.
3. What's your nickname?
Well, I guess that'd be Vertige.
4. How comfortable are you revealing your name?
Very, I actually don't know why I don't use it on here.
5. When's your birthday?
June 30, 1995.
6. Which country/state do you live in?
Virginia, United States.
7. What color are your eyes?
Greenish brown.
8. What color is your hair?
Black and faded greenish teal.
9. Are you more tall, or short?
Totally average - 5'5.
10. Do you like your appearance?
I don't totally hate it, but I don't love it either.
Favorites(And Also Least-Favorites)
11. Color?
Blue or grey.
12. Name?
Alice is a pretty dang awesome name.
13. Band?
Nirvana! Love Battery, at the moment, is second.
14. Song?
'One More Thing' by L7.
15. Celebrity?
Kurt Cobain. Mark Arm is second. Kathleen Hanna is third. But I don't have a crush on her. I just think she's darn cool.
16. Country?
Sweden.
17. Animal?
Sheep or bunny.
18. Car?
I adore Volkswagon vans. Hippie cars are pretty.
19. Movie?
I have no idea. Maybe 'Labyrynth' with David Bowie.
20. Book?
'1984', I think.
21. Food?
Anything relating to chocolate floats my boat.
21. Drink?
I can only assume you don't mean alcohol. Coffee.
22. Candy?
Chocolatey... stuff.
How Many...
23. Siblings do you have?
Three.
24. Pets do you/have you had?
Eight. I have five right now.
25. Songs do you have on your iPod?
About 600, however I intend to upload more.
26. Friends would you estimate you have?
I think it's sad that I have no clue. Around thirty if you count not so close friends, I think.
27. Cousins do you have?
About fifteen.
28. Computers are in your house?
Four or five.
29. YouTube channels do you follow(If you're on YouTube)?
Three or four, I don't really follow channels.
30. Blogs do you follow?
Ten or eleven.
31. Of the Harry Potter books have you read?
Haha, zero. I'm a sheltered child.
32. Websites have you ever been banned from?
Animal Crossing Community about a dozen times.
33. States have you visited?
Somewhere in the realm of fifteen.
34. Songs can you play on musical instruments?
Quite a few...
35. Songs on your iPod made it to number one in the charts?
None, as far as I know. Oh, wait, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' might have.
Have You Ever...
36. Met someone famous?
Does Andy from Bella Morte count? If so, then yes.
37. Been on TV?
Yes. They did this bit on my family when we adopted from Cambodia for some reason.
38. Seen the 'miracle of birth' or whatever happen?
Nope.
39. Fallen asleep in school?
Yes.
40. Gotten suspended from school?
No.
41. Been in a school talent show?
No.
42. Seen a rare species of animal in the wild?
No.
43. Gotten any of your work published?
Yes. Darn my school's literary magazine.
44. Snuck out?
No.
45. Stayed online all night?
Yup yup.
Your Day
46. How was your day?
Average.
47. How are you feeling?
Tense and confused.
48. How bored did you get today?
Not very.
49. How many people did you estimate you talked to?
Nine or ten.
59. How much time did you spend watching TV?
None.
60. Did you 5-2-1 today?(Hehe, only Adele can answer this...)
Is that the new 69 or something?
Other
Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars has more people with eighties hair. Clear win.
Green Day or Linkin Park?
Green Day.
Looking forward to the new Harry Potter?
Not particularly.
Do you like the movie Mean Girls?
I've only seen part of it, but it seems pretty good.
How many blog followers do you have?
Five, I think.
How often do you blog?
A couple of times a week.
What's the weather like?
Dark and cloudy.
Did you like this quiz?
Yes!
Aren't you just longing to take it now? Go ahead. Do it. Make sure to credit Naomi.
1. Who are you?
A hopeless liar and a hypocrite. (end Veruca Salt lyrics.)
2. What's your name?
On the internet? Vertige.
3. What's your nickname?
Well, I guess that'd be Vertige.
4. How comfortable are you revealing your name?
Very, I actually don't know why I don't use it on here.
5. When's your birthday?
June 30, 1995.
6. Which country/state do you live in?
Virginia, United States.
7. What color are your eyes?
Greenish brown.
8. What color is your hair?
Black and faded greenish teal.
9. Are you more tall, or short?
Totally average - 5'5.
10. Do you like your appearance?
I don't totally hate it, but I don't love it either.
Favorites(And Also Least-Favorites)
11. Color?
Blue or grey.
12. Name?
Alice is a pretty dang awesome name.
13. Band?
Nirvana! Love Battery, at the moment, is second.
14. Song?
'One More Thing' by L7.
15. Celebrity?
Kurt Cobain. Mark Arm is second. Kathleen Hanna is third. But I don't have a crush on her. I just think she's darn cool.
16. Country?
Sweden.
17. Animal?
Sheep or bunny.
18. Car?
I adore Volkswagon vans. Hippie cars are pretty.
19. Movie?
I have no idea. Maybe 'Labyrynth' with David Bowie.
20. Book?
'1984', I think.
21. Food?
Anything relating to chocolate floats my boat.
21. Drink?
I can only assume you don't mean alcohol. Coffee.
22. Candy?
Chocolatey... stuff.
How Many...
23. Siblings do you have?
Three.
24. Pets do you/have you had?
Eight. I have five right now.
25. Songs do you have on your iPod?
About 600, however I intend to upload more.
26. Friends would you estimate you have?
I think it's sad that I have no clue. Around thirty if you count not so close friends, I think.
27. Cousins do you have?
About fifteen.
28. Computers are in your house?
Four or five.
29. YouTube channels do you follow(If you're on YouTube)?
Three or four, I don't really follow channels.
30. Blogs do you follow?
Ten or eleven.
31. Of the Harry Potter books have you read?
Haha, zero. I'm a sheltered child.
32. Websites have you ever been banned from?
Animal Crossing Community about a dozen times.
33. States have you visited?
Somewhere in the realm of fifteen.
34. Songs can you play on musical instruments?
Quite a few...
35. Songs on your iPod made it to number one in the charts?
None, as far as I know. Oh, wait, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' might have.
Have You Ever...
36. Met someone famous?
Does Andy from Bella Morte count? If so, then yes.
37. Been on TV?
Yes. They did this bit on my family when we adopted from Cambodia for some reason.
38. Seen the 'miracle of birth' or whatever happen?
Nope.
39. Fallen asleep in school?
Yes.
40. Gotten suspended from school?
No.
41. Been in a school talent show?
No.
42. Seen a rare species of animal in the wild?
No.
43. Gotten any of your work published?
Yes. Darn my school's literary magazine.
44. Snuck out?
No.
45. Stayed online all night?
Yup yup.
Your Day
46. How was your day?
Average.
47. How are you feeling?
Tense and confused.
48. How bored did you get today?
Not very.
49. How many people did you estimate you talked to?
Nine or ten.
59. How much time did you spend watching TV?
None.
60. Did you 5-2-1 today?(Hehe, only Adele can answer this...)
Is that the new 69 or something?
Other
Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars has more people with eighties hair. Clear win.
Green Day or Linkin Park?
Green Day.
Looking forward to the new Harry Potter?
Not particularly.
Do you like the movie Mean Girls?
I've only seen part of it, but it seems pretty good.
How many blog followers do you have?
Five, I think.
How often do you blog?
A couple of times a week.
What's the weather like?
Dark and cloudy.
Did you like this quiz?
Yes!
Aren't you just longing to take it now? Go ahead. Do it. Make sure to credit Naomi.
Monday, June 29, 2009
It's my birthday, which means I can make a nonsense post.
It's only three in the morning, so technically, it's not really exactly my birthday, but that matters not, am I right?
I don't know what to say about today; it was boring. I played Zoo Tycoon with my brother, practiced piano, hung out on the internet and looked around in my parents' closet, but found nothing of interest.
So far, for my birthday, I've gotten Krist Novoselic and some surprise that nobody will tell me the answer to. Oh, yeah, and a headache from my headphones. Wearing them for four hours straight hurts.
I read a book tonight while I was talking with friends over the internet. It's an easy, short read, only about one hundred sixty pages. It's called 'House Of Stairs' and I rather liked it. It was eerie, and interesting, and sort of cheesy, but... good.
Sleater - Kinney is the best riot girl punk band ever. People who prefer Babes In Toyland are silly. And, Hole is not a grunge band. They're punk pop. Ugh. Why are people so stupid?!
My father is a fanboy of The Cure. What. On. Earth. I was listening to 'Just Like Heaven' tonight, and he comes in and starts saying how great they are. He didn't even have any old albums to offer me.
I want my dress, I don't know what my mother did with it. I don't know when I'll ever wear it. I'd wear it today, but I've got a piano lesson so I have to look sort of normal.
My hair is in these orderly, well mannered curls right now... and no one can see me. Why?! Maybe I'll pull out my phone and take a mirror picture or something.
'Bring The Light' is the best new Smashing Pumpkins song. It's smashing. Really. I don't know why Billy had to go all Axl Rose on the world, but at least he can still write a decent, if painfully generic rock song.
Moist is a really good band, even if their name is sort of unusual. Their singer sounds like something from the eighties, technopoppy, y'know? Only there's heavy grunge guitar. But it's backed, on occasion, with subtle piano. Very interesting. The post grunge bands of the mid nineties were so cool. So very, very cool.
Pond's singer is so hard to understand. Same with Seaweed.
I want to marry Blind Melon's new singer. He's completely gorgeous, and he can (surprise, surprise) sing.
Sleep deprivation is a gift from God, not a curse intended to paralyze the mind and cause partial Tourette's syndrome. I think. Time to get to bed, I'll probably post later today.
Sorry for the nonsense. Most of it musicial and boring. Whoops. It's three thirty now, I'd better sleep. Night.
I don't know what to say about today; it was boring. I played Zoo Tycoon with my brother, practiced piano, hung out on the internet and looked around in my parents' closet, but found nothing of interest.
So far, for my birthday, I've gotten Krist Novoselic and some surprise that nobody will tell me the answer to. Oh, yeah, and a headache from my headphones. Wearing them for four hours straight hurts.
I read a book tonight while I was talking with friends over the internet. It's an easy, short read, only about one hundred sixty pages. It's called 'House Of Stairs' and I rather liked it. It was eerie, and interesting, and sort of cheesy, but... good.
Sleater - Kinney is the best riot girl punk band ever. People who prefer Babes In Toyland are silly. And, Hole is not a grunge band. They're punk pop. Ugh. Why are people so stupid?!
My father is a fanboy of The Cure. What. On. Earth. I was listening to 'Just Like Heaven' tonight, and he comes in and starts saying how great they are. He didn't even have any old albums to offer me.
I want my dress, I don't know what my mother did with it. I don't know when I'll ever wear it. I'd wear it today, but I've got a piano lesson so I have to look sort of normal.
My hair is in these orderly, well mannered curls right now... and no one can see me. Why?! Maybe I'll pull out my phone and take a mirror picture or something.
'Bring The Light' is the best new Smashing Pumpkins song. It's smashing. Really. I don't know why Billy had to go all Axl Rose on the world, but at least he can still write a decent, if painfully generic rock song.
Moist is a really good band, even if their name is sort of unusual. Their singer sounds like something from the eighties, technopoppy, y'know? Only there's heavy grunge guitar. But it's backed, on occasion, with subtle piano. Very interesting. The post grunge bands of the mid nineties were so cool. So very, very cool.
Pond's singer is so hard to understand. Same with Seaweed.
I want to marry Blind Melon's new singer. He's completely gorgeous, and he can (surprise, surprise) sing.
Sleep deprivation is a gift from God, not a curse intended to paralyze the mind and cause partial Tourette's syndrome. I think. Time to get to bed, I'll probably post later today.
Sorry for the nonsense. Most of it musicial and boring. Whoops. It's three thirty now, I'd better sleep. Night.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
One of those ...survey things that one does when bored.
Which I am. I know, I only just posted that other thing. But I promised I'd post something else soon, didn't I? Well, here it is!
What do you wanna be when you grow up? Journalist or musician.
Is 30 old? Nah.
What's your major? None, so far.
Do you have a crush on anyone? Yup.
What's the prettiest part of your body? I love my feet.
What celebrity would you shag? Kurt Cobain.
Have you shagged any celebrities? Nope.
Have you met any celebrities? Sort of.
Do you think you'll ever get married? Probably.
What do you want your wedding song to be? 'Why Do You Love Me' by Garbage.
If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? I'd just stay here.
If you were stranded on a desert island,what 2 things would you take with you? My laptop and a cell phone.
What is your favorite club? No idea.
Movie you wished you had starred in? Something with Orlando Bloom.
Any other celebrities you would shag? Mark Arm.
Who is the coolest person you know? Hard to say.
Who do you know of that you wanna meet, but you've never met? My online friends.
Whats the best class you ever took? Civics.
What's the best job you've ever had? Unemployment has treated me very well.
Is there someone that you cant stop thinking about that doesnt know it? Yeah.
what song is in your head right now? 'Buy Her Candy' by Sleater Kinney.
What did you eat for breakfast this morning? Coffee.
Do you love your mom? Yep.
Do you love your dad? Yes.
Do you love your siblings? Usually.
Do you get along better with men or women? Probably women.
Plain or peanut? Plain.
smooth or crunchy? Smooth.
White or wheat? Wheat.
Coldplay or Nivana? Nirvana!
Purple or Chartruese? Purple.
Aliens or Ghosts? Aliens.
Do you believe in ghosts? Not really.
Favorite movie? No clue.
Favorite Christian Slater movie? Who?
favorite drink? Pepsi.
Favorite alchoholic drink? None.
Favorite city? Seattle.
Favorite store? Ebay.
vices? Too critical, can't spell to save my life.
addictions? Music, reading fanfiction, cake.
fetishes? None, as far as I know.
Favorite food? Cherries.
Favorite animal? Sheep or horses.
Best friend's name? Jill.
Think of a number between 1 and 10. Seven.
Have you ever thrown up on someone really hot? No.
Has anyone really hot ever thrown up on you? Nope.
Have you ever been to mexico? No.
Do you obssess over little things? Yes!
Do you have any tatoos? No.
Do you have any peircings? No.
What is your ethnic background? Italian, German, English.
Have you ever broken anyones heart? I highly doubt it.
Has anyone ever broken your heart? Not really.
Do you refer to anyone as "the one that got away"? Um. No.
Have you slept with anyone that is on myspace? No.
Did you think that that question was a little too personal? A little, yes.
Republican or democrat? Reactionary.
liberal or conservative? Conservative.
what are your favorite words? Flippant and morality.
who is the hottest woman/man in the world? Kurt Cobain.
Who would you kill if your morals would allow? My english teacher.
what's your favorite restaurant? Home.
are you glad this quiz is almost over? Not particularly.
What color are your underwear right now? Blue.
If you could join one band, what would it be? Blind Melon, maybe.
If you could resurrect one band, who would it be? Nirvana.
Favorite male vocalist? Kurt Cobain.
Favorite female vocalist? Shirley Manson or Kathleen Hanna.
favorite athelete? None.
favorite body part on a guy/girl? Hair.
What your ideal mate should look like? Attractive, I guess?
what your ideal mate should act like? They must amuse me, on some level.
what your ideal mate should be intersted in. Music.
how he/she should propose? On one knee.
What band does your ideal mate absolutley have to love? Nirvana.
what can your ideal mate not do? Die.
give 10 initials (max) of the boys/girls first names that you want. Ha. No.
Do you believe in soul mates? Yep.
Do you love yourself? Sometimes.
Do you love your friends? Of course!
Who do you love the most in the whole wide world? Not sure.
- - -
Here's another, since I really do have nothing better to do.
What is on your desktop wallpaper? Green River.
What is your favorite zoo animal? Giraffe.
What was your favorite toy as a child? Not sure.
What food do you eat too much of? Trail mix.
What kind of hairstyle do you have? Shortish, bangish.
What was your favorite activity in gym class? Running.
What is on the shirt you're wearing right now? It's plain.
What is the picture nearest to you of? Me and my family.
What kind of salad dressing do you like? Cesar.
Whats your least favorite food? Peas.
What do you do on a Sunday night? Babysit.
What color are your sheets? Turquoise.
How big is your computer display? A widescreen laptop.
What pair of shoes do you wear most often? My hightops.
What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? Cranberry sauce.
What is your favorite pizza topping? Cheese.
What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow? Eight, sadly.
What is your favorite day of the year? Possibly my birthday, not sure.
What do you wanna be when you grow up? Journalist or musician.
Is 30 old? Nah.
What's your major? None, so far.
Do you have a crush on anyone? Yup.
What's the prettiest part of your body? I love my feet.
What celebrity would you shag? Kurt Cobain.
Have you shagged any celebrities? Nope.
Have you met any celebrities? Sort of.
Do you think you'll ever get married? Probably.
What do you want your wedding song to be? 'Why Do You Love Me' by Garbage.
If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? I'd just stay here.
If you were stranded on a desert island,what 2 things would you take with you? My laptop and a cell phone.
What is your favorite club? No idea.
Movie you wished you had starred in? Something with Orlando Bloom.
Any other celebrities you would shag? Mark Arm.
Who is the coolest person you know? Hard to say.
Who do you know of that you wanna meet, but you've never met? My online friends.
Whats the best class you ever took? Civics.
What's the best job you've ever had? Unemployment has treated me very well.
Is there someone that you cant stop thinking about that doesnt know it? Yeah.
what song is in your head right now? 'Buy Her Candy' by Sleater Kinney.
What did you eat for breakfast this morning? Coffee.
Do you love your mom? Yep.
Do you love your dad? Yes.
Do you love your siblings? Usually.
Do you get along better with men or women? Probably women.
Plain or peanut? Plain.
smooth or crunchy? Smooth.
White or wheat? Wheat.
Coldplay or Nivana? Nirvana!
Purple or Chartruese? Purple.
Aliens or Ghosts? Aliens.
Do you believe in ghosts? Not really.
Favorite movie? No clue.
Favorite Christian Slater movie? Who?
favorite drink? Pepsi.
Favorite alchoholic drink? None.
Favorite city? Seattle.
Favorite store? Ebay.
vices? Too critical, can't spell to save my life.
addictions? Music, reading fanfiction, cake.
fetishes? None, as far as I know.
Favorite food? Cherries.
Favorite animal? Sheep or horses.
Best friend's name? Jill.
Think of a number between 1 and 10. Seven.
Have you ever thrown up on someone really hot? No.
Has anyone really hot ever thrown up on you? Nope.
Have you ever been to mexico? No.
Do you obssess over little things? Yes!
Do you have any tatoos? No.
Do you have any peircings? No.
What is your ethnic background? Italian, German, English.
Have you ever broken anyones heart? I highly doubt it.
Has anyone ever broken your heart? Not really.
Do you refer to anyone as "the one that got away"? Um. No.
Have you slept with anyone that is on myspace? No.
Did you think that that question was a little too personal? A little, yes.
Republican or democrat? Reactionary.
liberal or conservative? Conservative.
what are your favorite words? Flippant and morality.
who is the hottest woman/man in the world? Kurt Cobain.
Who would you kill if your morals would allow? My english teacher.
what's your favorite restaurant? Home.
are you glad this quiz is almost over? Not particularly.
What color are your underwear right now? Blue.
If you could join one band, what would it be? Blind Melon, maybe.
If you could resurrect one band, who would it be? Nirvana.
Favorite male vocalist? Kurt Cobain.
Favorite female vocalist? Shirley Manson or Kathleen Hanna.
favorite athelete? None.
favorite body part on a guy/girl? Hair.
What your ideal mate should look like? Attractive, I guess?
what your ideal mate should act like? They must amuse me, on some level.
what your ideal mate should be intersted in. Music.
how he/she should propose? On one knee.
What band does your ideal mate absolutley have to love? Nirvana.
what can your ideal mate not do? Die.
give 10 initials (max) of the boys/girls first names that you want. Ha. No.
Do you believe in soul mates? Yep.
Do you love yourself? Sometimes.
Do you love your friends? Of course!
Who do you love the most in the whole wide world? Not sure.
- - -
Here's another, since I really do have nothing better to do.
What is on your desktop wallpaper? Green River.
What is your favorite zoo animal? Giraffe.
What was your favorite toy as a child? Not sure.
What food do you eat too much of? Trail mix.
What kind of hairstyle do you have? Shortish, bangish.
What was your favorite activity in gym class? Running.
What is on the shirt you're wearing right now? It's plain.
What is the picture nearest to you of? Me and my family.
What kind of salad dressing do you like? Cesar.
Whats your least favorite food? Peas.
What do you do on a Sunday night? Babysit.
What color are your sheets? Turquoise.
How big is your computer display? A widescreen laptop.
What pair of shoes do you wear most often? My hightops.
What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? Cranberry sauce.
What is your favorite pizza topping? Cheese.
What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow? Eight, sadly.
What is your favorite day of the year? Possibly my birthday, not sure.
Last weekend of my eighth grade year.
Enormously thrilling, isn't it? I know nobody cares, but it's terribly liberating to know that next weekend, I won't have to bag a lunch or go to bed on time for school! I'll be free free free! I love summer.
As for my day, it was pretty boring. Saturdays are always low key for me, I like to use them to catch up on sleep and get all of the stress of the week out of my head. I woke about nine, and hung out on the internet waiting for my mother's friend to get out of my house. I don't normally go to all of the trouble of personally hating people, unless I've actually got something to hold against them, but something about this particular friend of her's really grinds my gears or however the saying goes. She's extremely outgoing, which means she contunally intrudes on my privacy, interrogating me about my life and filling me in on every single thing that happens in Cambodia. Yes, she lives there. You'd think it'd be interesting, but it's really not when you've spent the past eight years of your life hearing about it all of the time. I sound like a bad person, but that's honestly how I feel about the matter. When she left, I came downstairs and had some of the coffee she'd left. Apparently, drinking really strong coffee with a lot of creamer in it and not eating anything is not a smart idea, because I was jittery all day. I went upstairs and continued in my fruitless quest for a Love Battery shirt online, and then made myself some lunch around one and watched television for a while.
Later that afternoon, my parents had the grand idea to haul everyone out of the house and take them to see 'Up.' Which is a Pixar thing. It was okay, but it definitely wasn't worth my mother's random sob attacks throughout the film, and the torture of taking my sister in to the bathroom with me and hearing her narrate the whole experience for the benefit of everyone else in the bathroom. Having such a vivacious family makes me want to go all Charles Manson on them every once in a while, but they're better people than I portray them as. We came home, ate and then my brother opened presents. It's his birthday today, he's six now. Six is not a particularly good year for anyone, I don't think, but he'll live through it. I wish him luck, at any rate.
Now I find myself scouring the internet for shirts belonging to anyone I've been in to, as of late. Dead Moon has some cute shirts, but they're all skeletal, and my parents have this thing about that. They already rejected my Bikini Kill shirt because, as it would seem, having the word Kill on a shirt is quite offensive. There are no cheap Letters to Cleo or Veruca Salt shirts in the world, and Screaming Trees has no shirts left on the internet either. I already promised my mother I'd stop buying Nirvana shirts for a while, so that leaves me searching through everything I listen to, all for the sake of ridding myself of money. I think I have an impulsive spending addiction or something, because I cannot keep cash for more than a week.
On a sort of unrelated note, these online stores that tag Blind Melon as emo are insane. They're the furthest thing from that. I think. Why are all of their shirts black, though? I own too many black shirts. I want the Galaxie car one in white with a black logo, not reversed... Ha! I found a white one. And I also found a violet Dinosaur Jr shirt, adorned with an adorable cow. I haven't listened to them in forever, but that cow is enough to make me buy it regardless of band, plus it is only ten dollars and eighty two cents. Sold.
This is ridiculously short. I'll post something soon to make up for it...
I listened to everything from Garbage to Tad today. I also listened to Mudhoney and Love Battery, my ongoing addictions. I listened to a few string tributes, some piano covers, and that's about it. Oh, and rather a lot of Bikini Kill.
As for my day, it was pretty boring. Saturdays are always low key for me, I like to use them to catch up on sleep and get all of the stress of the week out of my head. I woke about nine, and hung out on the internet waiting for my mother's friend to get out of my house. I don't normally go to all of the trouble of personally hating people, unless I've actually got something to hold against them, but something about this particular friend of her's really grinds my gears or however the saying goes. She's extremely outgoing, which means she contunally intrudes on my privacy, interrogating me about my life and filling me in on every single thing that happens in Cambodia. Yes, she lives there. You'd think it'd be interesting, but it's really not when you've spent the past eight years of your life hearing about it all of the time. I sound like a bad person, but that's honestly how I feel about the matter. When she left, I came downstairs and had some of the coffee she'd left. Apparently, drinking really strong coffee with a lot of creamer in it and not eating anything is not a smart idea, because I was jittery all day. I went upstairs and continued in my fruitless quest for a Love Battery shirt online, and then made myself some lunch around one and watched television for a while.
Later that afternoon, my parents had the grand idea to haul everyone out of the house and take them to see 'Up.' Which is a Pixar thing. It was okay, but it definitely wasn't worth my mother's random sob attacks throughout the film, and the torture of taking my sister in to the bathroom with me and hearing her narrate the whole experience for the benefit of everyone else in the bathroom. Having such a vivacious family makes me want to go all Charles Manson on them every once in a while, but they're better people than I portray them as. We came home, ate and then my brother opened presents. It's his birthday today, he's six now. Six is not a particularly good year for anyone, I don't think, but he'll live through it. I wish him luck, at any rate.
Now I find myself scouring the internet for shirts belonging to anyone I've been in to, as of late. Dead Moon has some cute shirts, but they're all skeletal, and my parents have this thing about that. They already rejected my Bikini Kill shirt because, as it would seem, having the word Kill on a shirt is quite offensive. There are no cheap Letters to Cleo or Veruca Salt shirts in the world, and Screaming Trees has no shirts left on the internet either. I already promised my mother I'd stop buying Nirvana shirts for a while, so that leaves me searching through everything I listen to, all for the sake of ridding myself of money. I think I have an impulsive spending addiction or something, because I cannot keep cash for more than a week.
On a sort of unrelated note, these online stores that tag Blind Melon as emo are insane. They're the furthest thing from that. I think. Why are all of their shirts black, though? I own too many black shirts. I want the Galaxie car one in white with a black logo, not reversed... Ha! I found a white one. And I also found a violet Dinosaur Jr shirt, adorned with an adorable cow. I haven't listened to them in forever, but that cow is enough to make me buy it regardless of band, plus it is only ten dollars and eighty two cents. Sold.
This is ridiculously short. I'll post something soon to make up for it...
I listened to everything from Garbage to Tad today. I also listened to Mudhoney and Love Battery, my ongoing addictions. I listened to a few string tributes, some piano covers, and that's about it. Oh, and rather a lot of Bikini Kill.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Is it too early to start counting down?
Seriously. Is it? I have no idea, but I'm going to count down at any rate. There is only fifteen more days of school, excluding weekends, as soon as this day is over. Fifteen! That's almost survivable. Unless, of course, I tank my finals and create all sorts of exceedingly horrid complications for myself. In the spirit of summer, and freedom, and all that, this post is going to be a series of random little blurbs concerning the present state of my life, but not necessarily how my day went. Don't fret, I won't be doing this on a regular basis. Just for today. I don't really remember much of what happened to me today, actually. Most of it was obscured by my english state testing and general sleepiness. I accidently set my first alarm for four thirty nine this morning, instead of five thirty nine. Ow.
I really do hate the spiteful nature of all of the test proctors at my school. My finger slips, I move ahead in the test before we're meant to, and I get this five minute cross examination about cheating and ill intentions. If it weren't for my meek, 'I'm terribly sorry' thing I'm able to do, I'd probably have been to the principal's office. Overreacting about every little thing under the sun seems to be a Northern VA speciality, nobody cared about state testing at all in Washington. Of course, they have this thing about everyone in the school passing, no one getting their test thrown out here, so I suppose it's sort of understandable. Wouldn't want to be the error in the system.
On a more musical note, I found another song I can get hopelessly addicted to. It's been a while since I've had a specific song addiction. I miss that. The title would be, 'Not An Addict' by Sally Anthony. Well, originally, it was by a band called K's Choice. Their version is nice, but something about the girl's voice is too... thick for my liking, I guess. I greatly prefer this version. Pandora radio, who I normally feel is the direct spawn of the devil himself, introduced me to the song a couple of weeks ago. I liked it, but not enough to go to the effort of taking down its title and looking it up, or bookmarking it. It played it increasingly more, just enough to get it to grow on me, but not enough that it got annoying, and now I find myself singing along while it plays for the fortith or so time on Youtube. That's another thing. I can actually sing this song. I can tell, because normally, my failure of a voice cannot match every note in a song, but now, it can. And I can hear it matching. And it gives me this odd little euphoria. I suppose that might contribute to the addiction. Oh, haha, I'm addicted to a song that explicitly mentions not being an addict...
I need a life. Speaking of that, Tears For Fears is (still) stalking me. It all started when some music recommendation thread or site or something like that, said I ought to listen to them. I didn't want to, because eighties synth pop isn't generally my thing. Note the generally thrown in there. Then Adam, one of my favorite people in this world, took on Mad World on American Idol. I fell in love with his version of the song, was a little surprised to hear that it was a Tears For Fears thing, didn't listen to the original. I think I was involved with some conflicting obsession at the time or something. A week or so later, I was listening to music with my parents in the car, and I heard a song I liked, so I asked who it was by. Turned out to be none other than Tears For Fears. The fourth incident happened when I was listening to Walking With Strangers, by the Birthday Massacre, and some comment mentioned that they'd ripped off Tears For Fears. Fifth incident happened last night when I was watching television and Shout was playing during one scene. I had a love at first listen thing with this song, went upstairs and listened to it, tried to ignore the fact that the world had successfully made me voluntarily listen to, and admit taking a liking to, them. Stupid Tears For Fears. Stupid eighties.
My hair has turned a nasty shade of green. Well, if one was being generous, they could call it aqua. But it's not very pretty.
The impossible has happened: I'm ahead of my friends in teen living! My sewing is coming along swimmingly. This is mostly due to the fact that the teacher instructed me to sit beside her so she could survey my feeble attempts at stringing velcro through the slots of the fabric of my boxers. Turns out, I was doing it totally wrong, and ripping out stitches while I was at it. I now have to stitch together the inside of the legs, trim off the jagged edges, and fill out my self evaluation within forty minutes tomorrow, but whatever. If I can handle elastic - stringin', I can handle anything. Nobody could even attempt to call me stupid today, exiled to the teacher's table or not. I'm beating them by quite a lot, and I even explained something to one of my friends.
Now it's time to take a turn in to the figurative twilight zone of my mind. When I was eating dinner tonight, my father made some comment about Popeye The Sailor. The cartoon. I'm sure you've seen it. That show was pretty much my childhood, along with some of the other stuff aired on Cartoon Network, and, of course, ponies. But that's not important. For some reason, when we lived in Cambodia, I used to have these really demented dreams. My mother blames it on the television I watched, along with all of the things I was exposed to. Landmines, starving orphans, that kind of thing. In retrospect, that can probably be used as blame for everything. However, I had this one recurring day dream, I guess it was, that hadn't much of anything to do with television. In it, a little girl wandered into a dark room, found her father drowned in ketchup, the television, which provided the only light in the room, was turned on to Popeye. When I say drowned in ketchup, I don't mean that it was making a swimming pool all over the room or anything. It was all over his face, strangling him. I have no idea what a psychologist would say about it, but it was sort of insane, I used to be almost fixated on it. Every time I was alone in the dark, I'd think of that. Somehow, everything about fascinated me. The drowning, the vague queerness of everything in the room, the way the television was turned to one precise part of one precise episode. I hadn't thought about this... thing for a while until tonight, when my father mentioned Popeye, and it all totally came back to me. Whether I'm disturbed, or totally normal, or just a little bit off my rocker, I don't know. Figured I'd just throw that out there so I'd quit thinking about it for a while.
I have to go practice piano, study for a science test that I'm probably going to fail, and pretend I completely forgot about algebra extra credit, because I no longer care about my potential future eating gum off the sidewalks. Which means I have to quit musing to myself on here.
Music today is easy to sum up: Not An Addict, Sally Anthony. Some Bella Morte on the bus, too. I thought about listening to Tears For Fears, but then mentally slapped myself and didn't do it. I want to listen to Sponge, perhaps I'll get around to it later. I need some Mudhoney on my iPod, they seem like the best bus music ever. Unfortunately, most of their songs are about sex. Actually, I'm pretty sure all of their songs are about sex. Some of them are more subtle than others, but most of the time, they're pretty dang blunt. 'Suck You Dry', for example. Love that song to death, but my mother would have an aneurysm if she saw it on my iPod or iTunes.
That's all for now. Thank you for humoring me through this crazy post, if you're reading.
I really do hate the spiteful nature of all of the test proctors at my school. My finger slips, I move ahead in the test before we're meant to, and I get this five minute cross examination about cheating and ill intentions. If it weren't for my meek, 'I'm terribly sorry' thing I'm able to do, I'd probably have been to the principal's office. Overreacting about every little thing under the sun seems to be a Northern VA speciality, nobody cared about state testing at all in Washington. Of course, they have this thing about everyone in the school passing, no one getting their test thrown out here, so I suppose it's sort of understandable. Wouldn't want to be the error in the system.
On a more musical note, I found another song I can get hopelessly addicted to. It's been a while since I've had a specific song addiction. I miss that. The title would be, 'Not An Addict' by Sally Anthony. Well, originally, it was by a band called K's Choice. Their version is nice, but something about the girl's voice is too... thick for my liking, I guess. I greatly prefer this version. Pandora radio, who I normally feel is the direct spawn of the devil himself, introduced me to the song a couple of weeks ago. I liked it, but not enough to go to the effort of taking down its title and looking it up, or bookmarking it. It played it increasingly more, just enough to get it to grow on me, but not enough that it got annoying, and now I find myself singing along while it plays for the fortith or so time on Youtube. That's another thing. I can actually sing this song. I can tell, because normally, my failure of a voice cannot match every note in a song, but now, it can. And I can hear it matching. And it gives me this odd little euphoria. I suppose that might contribute to the addiction. Oh, haha, I'm addicted to a song that explicitly mentions not being an addict...
I need a life. Speaking of that, Tears For Fears is (still) stalking me. It all started when some music recommendation thread or site or something like that, said I ought to listen to them. I didn't want to, because eighties synth pop isn't generally my thing. Note the generally thrown in there. Then Adam, one of my favorite people in this world, took on Mad World on American Idol. I fell in love with his version of the song, was a little surprised to hear that it was a Tears For Fears thing, didn't listen to the original. I think I was involved with some conflicting obsession at the time or something. A week or so later, I was listening to music with my parents in the car, and I heard a song I liked, so I asked who it was by. Turned out to be none other than Tears For Fears. The fourth incident happened when I was listening to Walking With Strangers, by the Birthday Massacre, and some comment mentioned that they'd ripped off Tears For Fears. Fifth incident happened last night when I was watching television and Shout was playing during one scene. I had a love at first listen thing with this song, went upstairs and listened to it, tried to ignore the fact that the world had successfully made me voluntarily listen to, and admit taking a liking to, them. Stupid Tears For Fears. Stupid eighties.
My hair has turned a nasty shade of green. Well, if one was being generous, they could call it aqua. But it's not very pretty.
The impossible has happened: I'm ahead of my friends in teen living! My sewing is coming along swimmingly. This is mostly due to the fact that the teacher instructed me to sit beside her so she could survey my feeble attempts at stringing velcro through the slots of the fabric of my boxers. Turns out, I was doing it totally wrong, and ripping out stitches while I was at it. I now have to stitch together the inside of the legs, trim off the jagged edges, and fill out my self evaluation within forty minutes tomorrow, but whatever. If I can handle elastic - stringin', I can handle anything. Nobody could even attempt to call me stupid today, exiled to the teacher's table or not. I'm beating them by quite a lot, and I even explained something to one of my friends.
Now it's time to take a turn in to the figurative twilight zone of my mind. When I was eating dinner tonight, my father made some comment about Popeye The Sailor. The cartoon. I'm sure you've seen it. That show was pretty much my childhood, along with some of the other stuff aired on Cartoon Network, and, of course, ponies. But that's not important. For some reason, when we lived in Cambodia, I used to have these really demented dreams. My mother blames it on the television I watched, along with all of the things I was exposed to. Landmines, starving orphans, that kind of thing. In retrospect, that can probably be used as blame for everything. However, I had this one recurring day dream, I guess it was, that hadn't much of anything to do with television. In it, a little girl wandered into a dark room, found her father drowned in ketchup, the television, which provided the only light in the room, was turned on to Popeye. When I say drowned in ketchup, I don't mean that it was making a swimming pool all over the room or anything. It was all over his face, strangling him. I have no idea what a psychologist would say about it, but it was sort of insane, I used to be almost fixated on it. Every time I was alone in the dark, I'd think of that. Somehow, everything about fascinated me. The drowning, the vague queerness of everything in the room, the way the television was turned to one precise part of one precise episode. I hadn't thought about this... thing for a while until tonight, when my father mentioned Popeye, and it all totally came back to me. Whether I'm disturbed, or totally normal, or just a little bit off my rocker, I don't know. Figured I'd just throw that out there so I'd quit thinking about it for a while.
I have to go practice piano, study for a science test that I'm probably going to fail, and pretend I completely forgot about algebra extra credit, because I no longer care about my potential future eating gum off the sidewalks. Which means I have to quit musing to myself on here.
Music today is easy to sum up: Not An Addict, Sally Anthony. Some Bella Morte on the bus, too. I thought about listening to Tears For Fears, but then mentally slapped myself and didn't do it. I want to listen to Sponge, perhaps I'll get around to it later. I need some Mudhoney on my iPod, they seem like the best bus music ever. Unfortunately, most of their songs are about sex. Actually, I'm pretty sure all of their songs are about sex. Some of them are more subtle than others, but most of the time, they're pretty dang blunt. 'Suck You Dry', for example. Love that song to death, but my mother would have an aneurysm if she saw it on my iPod or iTunes.
That's all for now. Thank you for humoring me through this crazy post, if you're reading.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I am quite exhusted.
It seems that the world at large has decided to use me as a temporary punching bag. Time for a melodramatic sigh. Tuesday morning didn't exactly start out easy, since the weather was about ninety degrees, but it was pouring rain. The air was so humid, I could barely breathe, and it made my hair do this most unusual curling thing. This post is going to be full of whine, just so you know in advance. When I got to school, I was already exhusted and in a less than wonderful mood, as I had gotten all of four hours of sleep the night before. Sleeping simply isn't appealing when it's ten thousand degrees inside, and thunder keeps jolting one awake, hour after hour. Isn't early summer grand? Anywho, the school's air conditioner had chosen the best day to break, the one where we actually needed it, and nobody felt like doing anything about this, so we all suffocated through the day. My school day wasn't terrible, other than that. The rain prevented us from going out of doors in gym, so I sat through forty five minutes of 'Patriot Ball' and listened to my friends ramble on about anime and such. It was rather entertaining, even though I never have any idea what they're talking about. And then I went to teen living, where I was met with the usual sprinkling of snubs, thinly veiled insults, and sarcastic comments. That particular set of friends is going to make me lose it, by the end of the school year. I can only be grateful that none of them are going to high school with me next year.
The earlier portion of the day was pretty boring, routine, that sort of thing. French class was a drag because I got paired up with the sorts of people who go, 'you're smart, you can look up words, right?' and then go off among themselves and leave one to do all of the work for a project alone. I didn't feel like failing anything in that class, at this point, as I need my A to bring up my french grade for the year, so I did what they wanted and tried to conceal my irritation at being tagged as the 'smart kid' again, despite my difficulties with the class. Do I really look like that much of a geek or whatever qualifies me to be the smart one? Or is it merely my incredible work ethic? No idea. English and science were pointless, algebra gave me a chance to have my daily panic attack, and civics was delightful - we got to watch a movie called Twelve Angry Men. Most everyone was mocking it, but I thought it was rather interesting. That seems to be the case with me and civics quite a lot.
Upon arriving home, I had my piano lesson. It wasn't nearly so catastrophic as I feared it'd be, but I was really out of it, and my piano teacher could tell. She was sympathetic about my trouble with Karma Police, and agreed that playing the chords along with the bassline sounded far better. However, Sonatina was a moderately easy song that I was simply too lazy to get anywhere with, so I think she's punishing me by giving me thirty measures to have perfected by next week. I wanted to protest, but I figured I'd gotten myself into this mess, I'd have to go ahead and get myself out by doing it. I'm going to have to make an honest effort in practicing for a while, every single day, since I have a lot to work on now. I cannot believe I thought jumping back into piano would be so seamless and easy. It was, at first, I suppose, but not anymore. My teacher figured out how much I'd retained, I guess, and decided to push me a little harder than she was initially going to. I am only thankful that she's not making me bother with that theory nonsense that accompanied my piano lessons, last time. I already know about chords, and time signatures, and - mostly - how to read notes, so I suppose it's not really necessary.
Today, I stayed home sick from school. It wasn't that I was sick, exactly, I was just so tired and worn out. Life has been going far too fast for my liking, as of late, and it feels that it only continues to accellerate, people demanding more and more. I can hardly relax. I have free time, but I'm always stressed, and I feel as though I'm doing something wrong if I'm not doing something productive. I'm always awake when I should be tired; extremely drowsy when I should be awake. I'm hungry when I've just eaten, and don't want to eat when I'm supposed to. But I sound awfully dramatic. It'll all be over soon, in less than a month now. June eighteen is my last day of school. I am really, really looking forward to it.
I've listened to quite a few things, in the past days. Mostly Garbage, The Dollyrots, The Donnas, Yeah Yeah Yeah's, Letters to Cleo, that sort of thing. But, yesterday, I was listening to some of Nirvana's earlier stuff, and then there's the odd little Spice Girls phase I've been going through. I also am still loving Mudhoney, Screaming Trees and Love Battery. Oh, and Pearl Jam. It's odd, I had quite the obsession with them, earlier this year, then I went several months without listening to them, at all. I feel I'm forgetting something, I know I've been listening to more than I remember. Oh, I was listening to my father's keyboard music, some stuff he recorded when I was little. I envy his ability to play the piano, even if he cannot read notes at all. I was also listening to Britney Spears, yesterday. Gimme More is such an addicting song.
Oh, just so you know, my new blogger icon is me. As opposed to someone or something else. It's taken from the back, so I'm not quite as stalker friendly as I could be. But I just proved myself wrong, from some comment I made about not being stupid a couple of posts ago. Oh, well.
That's all, I know, this was pathetically short. I'm too sleepy and hungry to care.
The earlier portion of the day was pretty boring, routine, that sort of thing. French class was a drag because I got paired up with the sorts of people who go, 'you're smart, you can look up words, right?' and then go off among themselves and leave one to do all of the work for a project alone. I didn't feel like failing anything in that class, at this point, as I need my A to bring up my french grade for the year, so I did what they wanted and tried to conceal my irritation at being tagged as the 'smart kid' again, despite my difficulties with the class. Do I really look like that much of a geek or whatever qualifies me to be the smart one? Or is it merely my incredible work ethic? No idea. English and science were pointless, algebra gave me a chance to have my daily panic attack, and civics was delightful - we got to watch a movie called Twelve Angry Men. Most everyone was mocking it, but I thought it was rather interesting. That seems to be the case with me and civics quite a lot.
Upon arriving home, I had my piano lesson. It wasn't nearly so catastrophic as I feared it'd be, but I was really out of it, and my piano teacher could tell. She was sympathetic about my trouble with Karma Police, and agreed that playing the chords along with the bassline sounded far better. However, Sonatina was a moderately easy song that I was simply too lazy to get anywhere with, so I think she's punishing me by giving me thirty measures to have perfected by next week. I wanted to protest, but I figured I'd gotten myself into this mess, I'd have to go ahead and get myself out by doing it. I'm going to have to make an honest effort in practicing for a while, every single day, since I have a lot to work on now. I cannot believe I thought jumping back into piano would be so seamless and easy. It was, at first, I suppose, but not anymore. My teacher figured out how much I'd retained, I guess, and decided to push me a little harder than she was initially going to. I am only thankful that she's not making me bother with that theory nonsense that accompanied my piano lessons, last time. I already know about chords, and time signatures, and - mostly - how to read notes, so I suppose it's not really necessary.
Today, I stayed home sick from school. It wasn't that I was sick, exactly, I was just so tired and worn out. Life has been going far too fast for my liking, as of late, and it feels that it only continues to accellerate, people demanding more and more. I can hardly relax. I have free time, but I'm always stressed, and I feel as though I'm doing something wrong if I'm not doing something productive. I'm always awake when I should be tired; extremely drowsy when I should be awake. I'm hungry when I've just eaten, and don't want to eat when I'm supposed to. But I sound awfully dramatic. It'll all be over soon, in less than a month now. June eighteen is my last day of school. I am really, really looking forward to it.
I've listened to quite a few things, in the past days. Mostly Garbage, The Dollyrots, The Donnas, Yeah Yeah Yeah's, Letters to Cleo, that sort of thing. But, yesterday, I was listening to some of Nirvana's earlier stuff, and then there's the odd little Spice Girls phase I've been going through. I also am still loving Mudhoney, Screaming Trees and Love Battery. Oh, and Pearl Jam. It's odd, I had quite the obsession with them, earlier this year, then I went several months without listening to them, at all. I feel I'm forgetting something, I know I've been listening to more than I remember. Oh, I was listening to my father's keyboard music, some stuff he recorded when I was little. I envy his ability to play the piano, even if he cannot read notes at all. I was also listening to Britney Spears, yesterday. Gimme More is such an addicting song.
Oh, just so you know, my new blogger icon is me. As opposed to someone or something else. It's taken from the back, so I'm not quite as stalker friendly as I could be. But I just proved myself wrong, from some comment I made about not being stupid a couple of posts ago. Oh, well.
That's all, I know, this was pathetically short. I'm too sleepy and hungry to care.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Hello, World. :D
This is my new blog. I actually already have one, but it's got rants and cursing and all that stuff. I'll try to keep most of the cursing off of this one. The rants too. Mostly, I intend to use it to ramble about my days. Which are, admittedly, pretty boring. But I like reading about other people, I think it's interesting, so I can only assume there are other people who will get some entertainment out of this. You never know.
I'll introduce myself now, since it's my very first entry.
I've got a real name, but you can call me Vertige if you don't know me. In case you hadn't worked this out by now, I'm a girl. I'm thirteen, almost fourteen. If you consider 'almost' to be one and a half months, which I don't, really, but most people do.
I don't have a boatload of freetime, generally. But when I do, I spend it messing around on the computer, reading, and experimenting on the guitar and the piano. I can't play either very well, but I know enough to teach myself things. I also write fanfiction, occasionally. Anything from pathetically fangirlish rockstar stories to Animal Crossing horror.
I listen to music almost constantly. Some of my favorite artists are Nirvana, The Birthday Massacre, Britney Spears, Blind Melon, Bella Morte, Steve Burns, The Toadies, Jane Wiedlin, and Veruca Salt. Or rather, those are the ones I've been listening to most frequently as of late.
That's probably enough introduction. I'll post a little about my day, and be done now.
I woke up around five with a stomach ache, then proceeded to fall back asleep 'til 5:57, when I was forced out of bed by my clock. Mornings make me question the point of life. I had the bus seat to myself this morning, which is always nice. School was the colossally pointless waste of time that it always is, the high point of the day being gym. I'm not terribly athletic, but that matters not in my gym class. Upon arriving home, I did about an hour of algebra homework. I've got a chapter test tomorrow, but I'm pretty confident about the stuff. Our test was meant to be today, but it got pushed ahead due to a school picture session in the middle of class.
The best part of the day was definitely finding out that Letters to Cleo reunited. Yes, this is pathetically old news. It gave me quite a shock when I was browsing about on Imeem today and there was a red icon that said, 'On Tour' beside their name. I thought it was a mistake, 'til Wikipedia told me the beautiful truth. They're not doing much in the way of touring yet, but they should be soon, and then maybe I'll go see them. I'm so glad that Kay got her mind back and left Miley's crew.
I'll introduce myself now, since it's my very first entry.
I've got a real name, but you can call me Vertige if you don't know me. In case you hadn't worked this out by now, I'm a girl. I'm thirteen, almost fourteen. If you consider 'almost' to be one and a half months, which I don't, really, but most people do.
I don't have a boatload of freetime, generally. But when I do, I spend it messing around on the computer, reading, and experimenting on the guitar and the piano. I can't play either very well, but I know enough to teach myself things. I also write fanfiction, occasionally. Anything from pathetically fangirlish rockstar stories to Animal Crossing horror.
I listen to music almost constantly. Some of my favorite artists are Nirvana, The Birthday Massacre, Britney Spears, Blind Melon, Bella Morte, Steve Burns, The Toadies, Jane Wiedlin, and Veruca Salt. Or rather, those are the ones I've been listening to most frequently as of late.
That's probably enough introduction. I'll post a little about my day, and be done now.
I woke up around five with a stomach ache, then proceeded to fall back asleep 'til 5:57, when I was forced out of bed by my clock. Mornings make me question the point of life. I had the bus seat to myself this morning, which is always nice. School was the colossally pointless waste of time that it always is, the high point of the day being gym. I'm not terribly athletic, but that matters not in my gym class. Upon arriving home, I did about an hour of algebra homework. I've got a chapter test tomorrow, but I'm pretty confident about the stuff. Our test was meant to be today, but it got pushed ahead due to a school picture session in the middle of class.
The best part of the day was definitely finding out that Letters to Cleo reunited. Yes, this is pathetically old news. It gave me quite a shock when I was browsing about on Imeem today and there was a red icon that said, 'On Tour' beside their name. I thought it was a mistake, 'til Wikipedia told me the beautiful truth. They're not doing much in the way of touring yet, but they should be soon, and then maybe I'll go see them. I'm so glad that Kay got her mind back and left Miley's crew.
Worst part might be that tomorrow is Friday, and I'm going to miss a few elements of school over the weekend. I'll also have to end this procastination and start studying for my French test, since something tells my teacher wouldn't be especially pleased if I tanked a unit assessment. Ah, well. I think I'll live.
That's about it.
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