HMPH!

YUCK!
YUCKITTY YUCK YUCK

YUCK!
YUCKITTY YUCK YUCK

this is sort of a continuation of a previous post where i talked about idiots trying to over analyze teenagers, and their emotions. essentially i said that the bastards needed to back off and let us live, because they shouldn't try to predict the behavior of a certain age group any more than they should try to predict the behavior of a certain race. so anyway, i ran into a similar problem, with being a child of divorced parents. my parents are divorced, they live within an hour of eachother and my sister and i live at both their houses with shared time. there are all these books written about how to parent if you're a parent in that situation, or like books explaining how kids going from house to house are gonna feel about that situation. i mean, the fuckers are writing about when we're gonna scratch our noses! it drives me up the wall, cuz i know from talking to my friends who also have divorced parents, that every kid takes their parents' divorce very differently. apparently (according to those stupid books) it's common that kids think it's their fault that their parents are splits, but i never thought that, and none of my friends did either.... i've never met anyone who said they felt that way even when they were little. now that i'm older i couldn't care less that my parents are divorced, i mean yeah the schedule is royal pain in the ass, but i know that my parents would just argue all the time if they were still together. i think a lot of people don't take the problems of groups of people, like teenagers, or kids with divorced parents, seriously because "it's to be expected". especially with teenagers. for example, my little sister being a bitch gets me more pissed than it used to, and i need people to leave my the fuck alone more often than it used to be, but nobody takes those problems cuz every teen has those problems. well just because it's common doesn't make the problems any less painful for me. yup.

loove the streets

THE REPLACEMENTS

above are The Replacements being effortlessly awesome. "if you were a pill i'd take a hand full at my will and i'd knock you back with something sweet and strong"... love it. anyway, they covered Black Diamond by KISS.... in short their version was way way way way better than kiss' version. when the replacements do it it becomes so hard core punk rock, that there's no question. the best part is that it doesn't sound like a cover, it sounds like it was written for Paul to sing... and tommy to kill on the base. pretty awesome. nuff said.

check it folks. it's Fat Lip. this dude's pretty cool. most dudes rap about how great they are, the song "what's up fat lip" by... Fat Lip, is all about just how lame he is.... in the music video he's wearing a diaper and a trench coat, at night in some big city, with a big bottle of cheap whiskey, drooling. i think it's awesome... in another of his songs he talks about seeing this really hot girl who turns around and recognizes him, and says "hey that's what's his face". i loooove it.

i really like the city. i like the streets. i hate that the earth is getting killed, but i like to smell the pollution. i love to dance. i really love crowded school dances.

in an attempt to explain my love for books... and stories

ON THE ROAD BY JACK KEROUAC

this book is so good that i feel like is shouldn't be talking about it because i cant articulate my love properly. the writing feels really honest (ugh sorry for the ummm lameness). Dean Moriarty is the best. it's been said a million times, but when i read this book i'm wholeheartedly in 1947.... there's this part where Dean is talking about how hot this thirteen year old is going to be when she grows up, and sal (jack kerouac) tells him not to touch her. something about that is irresistible to me, that these characters have flaws just like real people and that they're weird and creepy and..... and they're like real people cuz they are real people. or when he describes a 3 day new year's bout of insanity where they all get super drunk and go from party to party and steal cars and pick up girls. the way he describes it and the passion with which he defends the insanity, and how he describes how they are all sharing misery, and sweating and drinking, and philosophizing. it reminds me of my passion for dances, and camaraderie.... it reminds me of being a teenager, it reminds me of how we all go to pizza shmizza for lunch whether we're popular or not... or how we all understand that it's us against society... and adults (some of them).... and conformity...
i love that Dean is constantly saying "yes yes mhm, ahm! yass yass yass!" i love it

that hardly makes sense even to me... what a tirade.





i just finished Breakfast at Tiffany's, by Truman Capote...i know it sounds corny but i both laughed and cried after and during this story. i really wasn't expecting it to be that powerful, what incredible writing. Holly Golightly is unbelievably awesome as a character... unbelievable. the book i read had a cover like this one:

mmmmmm. i also read House of Flowers, and A Diamond Guitar, also by Truman Capote. House of Flowers scared the shit out of me, it was creepy on so many different levels. obviously it was creepy because this woman kills her grandmother in law after the old lady is a total bitch. the old lady deserves it, but she comes back to haunt this woman Ottilie. well ottilie tells her husband and he (who has been so sweet up until now) says she has to be punished so that the spirit will RIP. so he ties her to a tree against her will, to stay there for the day while he is at work so that "all may see her shame". well then the ladies from her old whore house come to see her and try to get her to come back, but she says she's in love and she won't go with them, so she tells them to tell the towns peeps that she's dead. there's something so creepy that this girl is so in love that she is playing dead to all her old friends, and putting up with being tied to a tree. it reminds me of stories in the newspaper about ladies who are strung out on meth or something and kill their babies and stuff... that she would give everything up like that... scares me for some reason. lol strung out on love :) CORNY. also as she hears her husband coming she is still tied to the tree and she pretends to be dead to give him a scare. to me, that kinda implies that they are going to continue torturing eachother with little things like that for the rest of their marriage. A Diamond Guitar? deep story. very sad. oh so sad. i cried, then i moped and was grouchy for the rest of the day. then i lay on my bed in fetal position, and listened to music, and cried off and on. i could talk and talk about why it made me so sad.... but there are happier things that i want to talk about and i dont want to relive it.

i am so excited i could cry

on the same mall trip that we saw wolverine my dad treated us each to a present for finishing another fucking miserable school year.
so my treat was a book of prints of photographs taken by Robert Doisneau. the above picture is my favorite in the book. i love the "kiss one" so much i could cry. it is so so so so so so so so cool. the prints are made so that you can easily take them out of the book and hang them up, as i mentioned we're moving to crappy nowhere land, where i will have my own room, so this will cheer me up if i hang it in there. the picture makes me want to cry in a weird way, but a good way. hmph. how's that for exploration of emotions?

so my friend gave me the following books for my 13th birthday: Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger (love him), On The Road By Jack Kerouac (heard about this book tons), and Breakfast At Tiffany's by Truman Capote (i love A Christmas Memory).

they all look pretty awesom, but i chose to read On The Road first. i absolutely love it. he talks a bit about his sex life, but not gruesomely at all. people don't seem to understand that it is not sexual stuff that disturbs thirteen year olds, but the thought of physical harm coming to their own thirteen year old body. for example: i tried to read this book called Road of the Dead, about some girl who gets murdered, and then peeps try to kill her brother while he's investigating her death. that book was so so so fucking creepy! i barely got past the first three chapters.

my dad thought On The Road, by Jack Keroac would make me want to do things that i couldn't do as a thirteen year old in 2009, like hitch hiking across the country. honestly? that is simply not how my brain works. so many people think that teens are going to want to do whatever they see on tv, or read in a book, or see the celebrities doing. well i'm sorry, but that's just not how are mind works. as teens we are the best free thinkers, as well as the worst. the bandwagon, can sometimes be irresistable for a teenager, but honestly, we are not such sheep that just because some bad ass dude in a book did it, we're gonna suddenly turn into idiots and think we can do it too. pshhhhhhh we are a misunderstood group of people. i really don't know why adults in general tend to think they can fathom our ups, downs, ins, and outs. they're always saying themselves, that the teen years are the most complicated... well shouldn't that mean that the government, and teachers, and parents, and stuff should just back off and let us experience our complicated emotions. i know that adults were also our age once, but they say a thousand times "everyone moves at a different pace", or "it's different for everyone", so how the fuck can they know? ugh peeps just need to leave us teenage freaks alone and stop trying to analyze, and predect. there must be a reason why we've evolved to be this way at thirteen so let it run it's course.

WOLVERINE

my dad and my sister are all into X-men. i never really caught the bug, give me THE REPLACEMENTS, DEAD PREZ, KANYE WEST, ERYKAH BADU, OR TERRY PRATCHETT... i'll be ecstatic. i never really saw what was so great about the X-men. there are aspects that i think kick ass... but the stories to me, seem predictable, and the comics are almost always pretty hard core sexist... at least as far as the women's clothing goes. anyway the point is, i never really liked the X-men................................... UNTIL NOW!!!!!!!!!


we went to see wolverine and it kicked ass!! it was so so so so so so so so so so cool. omg i couldn't beleive it, i thought i would hate it... but no, it was absolutely awesome. the most bad ass part was when this one lady catches the sorta villain guy who has majorly fucked with her life, and her power is that she can manipulate peeps, so she's like "walk until your feet bleed, and then just keep walking.", incredibly cool.

alright this is the part where i spew adolescent angsty nonsense

i hate that cops are allowed to get away with insane things like:

black graffiti artist is caught grafiti-ing in a subway. he is strangled to death by a cop in front of 12 other WHITE MALE transit cops.

during the Battle In Seattle, during which protesters shut down a meeting of the WTO, a pregnant woman who has nothing to do with the protest is standing in a door way trying to stay out of the way while the riot breaks out. A who is running past, stops, and hits her HARD in the stomach with his nightstick. she miscarries.

in both instances the cops were never arrested or ANYTHING! and we here about tons of other situations just like these in the news almost every day. it majorly pisses me off that cops are allowed to get away with this shit. i know that i would probably be scared shitless if there were no cops, and they do a lot of good too, but honestly, it's pretty fucked up that there are people who would intentionally hit a pregnant lady on the police force.

i dont want to be friends with this girl anymore, because i absolutely hate her. she is an uptight, spoiled brat, rich kid. unfortunately all my other friends are friends with her, so i cant not be friends with her. also my possibly BEST friend jasmine, who i love like a sister, is going off to hightschool next year, and i wont be able to see her at school anymore!! i am so fucking sad about that, sad beyond fucking beleif. we have 6 more days in school together. i am gonna miss her so immensely. also that other bitch that i hate says i'm fucking "self righteous", this is especially ridiculous because she is self righteous x 10,000

not to mention the fact that i wanna go to this dance place called The Hoop, and dance my ass off to loud hip hop, but i dont have the body, or the self esteem....

i wanna be popular and get invited to those parties with drugs and booze, and dancing and making out. not that i would do the drugs or booze part.... neccessarily.... UGH....

AND ALSO NO ONE READS THIS POOR WRETCHED BLOG!

THE ROLLING STONES = ABSOLUTELY PHENOMENAL

to put it simply i think The Stones are awesome. i love the lyrics of their songs and i absolutely love Gimme Shelter.


Gimme Shelter has a bit of emotional background for me..... it was the all school fall dance and the school had gotten this band to play. they were the school of rock, so it was all kids our age (7th and 8th grade) and they were phenomenal. My friend Maddy and i decided that the guitarist guy was absolutely smokin hot. we heard through the grapevine that his name was Micheal and that he was a awesome as he looked. we were both pretty lovesick for a while, even though we eventually got over it... it's still one of those things. anyway, Gimme Shelter comes into it, because Micheal had a great guitar solo when they played that song, AND HE WAS INCHES AWAY FROM ME AT THE EDGE OF THE STAGE WHEN HE PLAYED IT!!! dont laugh... i'm a teenage girl i cant help it.


anyway i'm feeling a bit lonely and helpless. we're moving on June 16th, only 6 days after school gets out. i fucking love city life, i love the gritty and the shitty, and the sidewalk and the smells, and all the fucking diversity. i love the food carts in 11th and alder, i love it all, but my mother has decided that we're moving to the fucking backwards ass country. they're already packing, and my sister is destroying our room as usual. it's a fucking vicious cycle, because i get depressed in a messy room, and then when i'm depressed i dont have the energy to clean up after her. so it's pretty bad. all that will be over in like 3 weeks, cuz at the new place i'll have my own room and i wont have to constantly clean up her bullshit. sometimes i really do feel like i'm going crazy with stress.

on top of all that shit, i think i'm going deaf from my loud music. i'm fucking 13 and that is already happening?!?!?!?!?! ugh

i'm also getting lectures from uptight freaks about how pot will ruin my life. it's not like i smoke it now, but i made the mistake of letting it slip that i would if i had the oportunity and i felt like i was with people i could trust. so now all these peeps are like "DONT DO DRUGS" i just want to tell them "SHUT UP MO' FO'S! IT'S NOT LIKE I'M GONNA DO FUCKING METH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE" i mean jesus, meth or crack might ruin your life, but pot? pusha. and the people who are telling me this, are my sheltered friends, they have never had any personal experience with pot. they haven't even seen it. they really dont know what they're talking about. it's not like i exactly have a PH.d in the subject, but i deffinetely know a LITTLE more than they do. all these peeps know about pot is what they tell us in health, half that shit is way over cautious. pot would be so fun, it'd be like normal life, except way more fun. like i was sitting in a hotel room with my friends, and we were watching family guy, and if i was stoned, every joke that stupid fat guy made, would be twice as funny. so someone tell me what's so wrong about that. i just wanna enjoy life. all these peeps should just get off my back.

AUSTIN SCARLETT I LOVE YOU

introducing: Austin Scarlett
he is in the pictures above, below, and below below. he is an extremely flamboyantly gay fashion designer, who was on project runway. i love him, and i love his clothes, and i love the way he dresses, and how sweet he was to all the other designers.

i'll just let Austin lead us into the satement that i think it is utter bullshit that people in our country and all over the world are persecuted for their sexuality (or sexual orientation)... i think that this is a perfect example of how absolutely fucked up our society really is.




i look quite a bit different now... i hate this picture below... and i really dont know who that lady is, but my hair is kinda like that, except it's dark brown (my natural color), and it's a bitty bit shorter. i would put a picture of myself... but if my mother saw, she would not be very pleased, also i'm a techno tard and i dont really get how to put pics on the computer from the camera, and also i am not really photogenic (i dont think that lady is either but whatever).


it's been like 13 days since my last post. been pretty busy but mostly just becoming a completely different person... my life feels really pretty weird right now. i guess it's cuz "we teenagers are going through a time of changing", bu i feel completely weird... like not exactly myself today. hmph.

Free and on an Emotional High

they say that teenage girls are constantly on an emotional roller coaster blah blah blah. this is the part of the roller coaster where you're just coasting, way high up, just coasting for a while, cool, right at sunset, you can smell the elephant ears frying down on the ground. this is the part where you don't care what anyone thinks, so you just obey your instincts and throw up your arms and scream.
Blueprint skateboards out of england, is the coolest skate company in the world. they are my new favorite. i love them because the guys (especially Mike Wright) talk soft, about health food, and weather being "tripe". i mean, what california bleach blonde skater is gonna say "i've a bit of a botched stomach, healthy snacks are quite important to me. so i've gotten some sesame snacks for some treats."? but they also kick ass. Danny Brady and Mike Wright are my two favorites. Mike Wright is the dude in the pic by himself, and i couldn't find a picture of Danny Brady. Blueprint is probably gonna blow up about this time next year, so i gotta get some T-shirts and stuff so the little bitch boy, immature, asshole fake, wannabe skater boys at my school will that I thought of it first.

poo

my mom got sick. like majorly. so my party is cancelled. i didnt want to go to Adi's house. i want to spend time with my dad and my sister and my family because i love them indescribably. the bottom of my rib cage feels weird when i think about how much i love my family and my friends. but i'm going to maddy's house tonight. which will be amazingly fun. i wanna see what she says about my haircut. i love my hair. usually i'm not full of so much self love. today i have decided to give up. i am done pining and making my friend feel better while i cry on the inside. why am i so fucking nice to her about that boy? i dont really care what she feels about anything when i dig down deep, but it's programmed into me to be a spectacular comforter. i can lie really well, so i make people feel better, and i dont care that it's phony. today i gave up on that boy. i dont care anymore. i love bob dylan. i love my haircut. i love my birthday, and caramel, and my ballroom dancing class. i love that dylan wright taught me how to stand up after he dropped me in swing. i love that i weigh 80 pounds and that he weighs 120 and yet he still cant keep from dropping me. he seems so strong, but he isnt and i dont care. now i am happy. because i have given up.


enough nonsensical insanity.

there's been an alarming lack of photos recently. i'll have to try to do better.

"you were right
i had nothing better to do
than pay to much attention to you
it's sad but it's not your fault.
self righteuos and rude
i guess i lost that cool
tapping till i drive you insane
self righteous but never right
so laid back but so uptight."

Eric Gaffney, from the song Freed Pig

i love this song because the whole thing is sung with so much fucking sarcasm.

hair cut,

my 13th birthday has come and gone, so i am now a teenager. moody, and in need of a lot of sleep.


but i got some really coolio stuff for my B-day.
Granny: coffee caramels, $50, awesome PJ's
Dad: awesome blank book with french all over the cover, balogna bubblegum (dont worry not balogna flavored), chocolate, gum, a smashing new haircut, and a shopping trip next weekend
Melanie: chocolate, haribo (the best kind) gummy bears, beautiful green coffee/tea mug
Grandmamma and Grandaddy: absolutely gorgeous emerald necklace, very very fancy

i have yet to receive my mother's present, or any of my friends, cuz da party be tonight. but Adi Einstein (good friend, had my first ever sabbath at her house, i'm not jewish, i was a bit intimidated), met me at my locker the morning of my birthday before school, and plopped a paper bag of fat, sweet, steamy, cinammon roll on my lap.

so far my birthday has been deliciously nice. i hev to say that i especially adore my haircut. it's given my a HUGE self confidence booster, which is very good for a moody, awkward, TEENAGER.

raspberries and cream

i think that raspberries and cream is absolutely delicious. i think fruit ice cream is the best.






lately i've been trying to get back into drawing. i was exploring under my bed and i found my old sketch pad from last summer. well it turns out that i was actually drawing a lot and i wasn't that bad. not too shabby. so recently i have found that there is hardly any experience more satisfying than looking at a drawing you are proud of. the one problem with my artistic skills, is that i can't pull stuff out of nowhere to draw from memory. i can only draw if i can frequently look up at the subject (or whatever). in science class the other day in science i did a drawing that i was particularly pleased with. this gross kid Kurgan sits in front of me, and he is super tall, and he is skinny, hunched, and FULL OF DANDRUFF. in my opinion this kid looks exactly like one of those evil sidekicks in super hero comics. so the point is i drew this kid from behind... complete with dandruff... and i was very proud... so proud that i left it in the desk...

today i think i'm gonna try to bake these "puff" things froom scratch... i've wanted to try them for a couple months now. i'm hoping to have them done in t ime to have them with afternoon tea... but my lil sister is making cookies and she's panicing...

m-1, and Stic. Man. the two rappers who make up Dead Prez.

A "political rap" duo. angry. "raising the babies up soldier style" - M-1.

"we tired o' dat, cororates hiring blacks, tryina hide dey exploitin us. poor man spend half his life in a jail cell, cuz da world run by da white male, and da women never get respect, and da jobs never pay enuff, and da problems never get solved... so da rent is always late, can you relate? we livin' in a police state." M-1/ Stic. man

LEGALIZE IT

The Fugees are amazing, so is Bob Marley, and when i grow up i'm gonna be a Rastafarian, EXTREME liberal, who MAYBE has one kid, named Tito, who would grow up to be tough as hell and beat up anyone who made a bad remark about his/her Rasta mom.

my new dude is Bob Marley... but that is pretty much beside the point. I AM HERE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THE GREAT BENEFITS OF LEGALIZING MARIJUANA.

1. we would all have a lot more fun
2. alcohol prohibition was a huge mistake because crime rates and alcohol related fatalities (trust me i wrote a paper on it in 6th grade and got an A++), so if we legalize pot people won't be making shady deals and shooting each other over it.
   
3. the government could tax it and make money. (beleive me i would be an anarchist if i wasn't thirteen but if you want the government to agree you gotta convince em that they gon' get some kinda dough)
4. people with attention disorders wouldn't have to go through so much hullaballoo to get there medicinal pot, same with cancer patients.

so yeah, it may not be a great argument but i still think we should "legalize it, not criticize it".

cool website called ffffound.com (dont ask about the four f's i have no idea), these are all images i "found" on that site



today i spent an hour and a half in the tub. the plug was broken so it was slowly leaking. i am so fucking i couldn't bring myself to get up even when the water was long long gone. i am so tired. i can't take a nap this late, i'll wake up feeling worse. i am so tired. tired. today i cant wait to sleep. ever since i got up this morning and stumbled into the shower, i've been looking forward to "bed time". all i've got to do is dinner, then i'm safe to sleep until tomorrow morning. i hope that they'll cancel school tomorrow....... because all the teacher decide to .....um...... play hookie. ugh. tired.

somehow my music is not as satisfying as it was yesterday. nothing really is. my butt is falling asleep sitting on the floor with the laptop, but i am way way way to lazy to move. no way, not happening, sorry butt.

in social studies we're watching this movie about the suffragettes. it's called Iron Jawed Angels, and it's got Hillary Swank as Alice Paul. i can't remember the lady who plays Lucy Burns, but i have decided that she is way way more bad ass than Alice Paul. Alice Paul is all timid and worried about offending peeps. hey girlfriend wakeup!!!! women need the vote, they need to be heard and be treated equally, i dont give a shit who's gonna be offended!!! so anyway Lucy Burns is way more spirited and "in your face".

yuck

so i found out a while ago that the guy i like (and am also friends with), likes my friend who also likes him. well he told me that, and i also told him that i liked him. and then they both had a whole happy thing where they told each other. i also had to call her and tell her the good news, and listen while she got all ecstatic. i didnt care that much, cuz i was happy for her, especially cuz she's never really been liked or gone out with anybody. well for a while this dude and i had been emailing a lot. and we still do, but all he ever talks about is how "Fucking beautiful" she is....... i cannot even beleive how frustrated it makes me. not to mention the fact that i have to share a room with my two years younger sister. who (especially today) is totally totally messy. i cannot relax in a messy room, so i always keep my part of it clean, but she is a textbook slob. anyway.... that's it. now it makes me feel totally shitty to think about poor kids in war torn places and stuff. their lives suck way way way more than mine, that's totally obvious, but it really doesnt make me feel any better.

Poison Idea:
They are (were?) a metal band that started in Portland.... and they kick butt. i have half a mind to tell all ya'll bout that one time where i myself may have come across one o' these fellas'.

Sierra and i were on the bus and this really really really wasted guy got on, and started petting this guys dog (which he claimed was a service animal but obviously wasnt). well the Dog Owner started yelling at Drunk Guy to stop. Drunk Guy just started cracking up so hard that i though his guts would fall out. so Dog Owner gets super dooper pissed off and tells the bus driver to do something. Drunk Guy eventually stops laughing and just sits down being a good little boy. and this dude (a much older version of the guy in the picture below, with Poison Idea tattoos all down his neck) turns to us with a gold toothed grin and with a "stay in school kids", he moved to the back of the bus and pulled an unlit cigarette out to suck on.

Favorite Poison Idea song: Plastic Bomb




Elliot Smith:
this guy is my only sort of EMO interest.... but i'm not sure if his music could be classified in any category. but the point is, his songs are really pretty sad, or at least melancholy. during his life this Elliot Smith was pretty seriously addicted to heroine and a lot of his songs are about that. like Needle in the Hay, which talks about specific places in Portland, (Oregon), (where he's from), where he would go to get his fix. most of the songs are just really....... um....... realistic i guess? cuz they're often pretty autobiographical. i think.

Don't laugh, even though it's totally stupid...

i have decided something today.....
i like music sounds:

• like a ghetto
  
• like 50's greasers standing around in the playground drinking beer right before it gets dark.
• like an unspoken gang where everyone pretends that it's every man for himself.... but only a few really let on that it's really a family.
• like some kid who's about to smoke his first joint
• like the bass could rattle the windows out

• like "i got it under control, i dont need you, i dont care.

but then again, it'll change again tomorrow. bear with me, i'm 12.

watched Paranoid Park. awesome movie. loved it. totally realistic (not really the plotline but the characters). awesome. totally have a crush on the main dude, except he looks gross with his hat on.

my little sis turned me on to Flight of the Conchords. Frickin' HILARIOUS.

i also learned today that, not only to i love to swear, but i love to say "bad ass".

oh. and also, i decided that boy or girl, (if it even exists), my kid will be named Tito. can you imagine what kind of tough-ass awesome girl would be named Tito? she'd be the kind of girl, who doesnt wear make up, doesnt die her hair , wears skinnies even if they're not in style. she would also wear black, low top converse all the time. her shoes would be thrashed and she would own one pair at a time. she would be fucking gorgeous, but not in a delicate way at all, a way that would be even more hot with some scars or even a scab.

Roman Wall Blues

So the coolioses kick ass man below was a poet, gay dude, and a chain-smoker. He (i think) is my favorite poet.

Roman Wall Blues
By W.H. Auden

Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.

The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.

The mists creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.

Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.

Piso's a christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.

She gave me a ring but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.

When I am a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.

oh my god, i cant beleive how great that poem is, the last line is so cool it smacks me in the face every time i read it.

Lately it's been my most absolutely favorite show. I really love Eric and Donna because they are so very cute. Well.... not only that, but the dirty jokes that surround them are usually pretty damn hilarious. So anyway, i just watched the episode where they do it for the first time, which is so so so cute. Except the fact that Donna said that Eric wasn't "good". Then there was this whole stupid thing about PRACTICE, so eventually they get caught by the cops...... in the... um...act...... in the um... back of the car.

check it folks. See these cool people? This is something i have decided: the coolest people are people who A. are not of my generation, and B. make or made music.

Went to Ben and Jerry's at lunch today and got some super uber fucking delicious coffee ice cream which was absolutely perfect (although after my friend got Cherry Garcia and i was jealous, it wasn't QUITE as perfect anymore). Anyway, the whole reason we went there, was because i wanted to use my coolio ten percent off card thing that i got on free cone day. So basically..... this has all been the very long build up to a post all about how cool and fun it was to go line up with all the other hot, sweaty, stinky, pissy teenagers at Ben and Jerry's for free cone day.


so here's the story: i persuaded my peeps to run to B and J's to beat the line, only to find that we had not in fact beat it, (although i guess we kinda did).... but anyway that is STILL not the point.... the point is that we all waited in line, and cut-ed, and coconut-ed, and butted and all that good stuff. And when it was finally when it was 12:00 we all stormed the doors, but the militant old ladies running it would only let five people in at a time, they were VERY good at enforcing. However, the worst part of the whole damn thing was that the asshole 6th buttholes were right in front of us talking about how cool they all are and making out.

getting even longer... this poor post.

we learned in health today about pot and stuff. once again i was proved right when are teacher confirmed that it is less than HALF as addicitive as nicotine!!! score bajillion for me.


here is where i try to turn what has hitherto been an unfruitful post into a damn good one.



bestest comic strips:
Zits
Luann
Baby Blues
Cul De Sac
Get Fuzzy

about to eat popsicles on Jasmine's ass kicking front porch. later ya'll i'll take popsicles any day. 

Beautiful Day

Wish i could look as cool as her. Not only is she totally beautiful, but she makes great music. It's a really cool story though, cuz Erykah Badu was just a school teacher, but D'Angelo was doing some live performance in her town, and she opened for him. Then D'Angelo's peeps signed her on to sing backup for an album, and then this other record label signed her, and then she became awesome.



Absolutely gorgeous day. Warm (wish it were about 20 degrees hotter, cuz i like the weather to be as hot as me... lol i wish), and just beautiful. Still though i feel a bit unsatisfied... not sure why, but it's more like my brain itches.... Recently i got a postcard from this dude i dont know. he got my adress of this mailing website was on... still it was a bittie bit creepy. Again not sure what to think about the whole. Today there has been alot of mental confusion. At this very minute i'm considering my second bath of the day.... probably not a good idea, seeing how i would probably feel shitty and weird when i got out. Hm. I AM SO VERY VERY VERY WEIRD TODAY. Made a cake. Walked the dogs. Went for a walk. Almost crashed a wedding by accident. Talked on the phone, and almost had a hearattack when i was reminded that i have a speech and a math peice due on monday.

i love this stuff... they're called Blue Print and they kick ass.... nuff said

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmi7poLtXSw

not sure if this will work.... i'm a bit of a tard on the comp... sorry but there's no digital native here.
my very own father turned me on to these dudes, they kick major ass. something about this guy is so sweet, they're all so much different than your average California skater. cuz this guy talks all soft and stuff...... anyway it's pretty sweet.

Anyway, if that link doesnt work and somebody wants to see the video i guess just copy and past into your search bar thingo.

nothing can bring me down of this high

Even though i'm already coming down of the afore mentioned "high", i just had the greatest dance class in the history of the world. It's a ballroom dancing class..... and it is super fucking fun. Today we did Cha Cha (my favorite.... when you really get into it, it's just a step away from grinding.), Tango, Waltz, Charleston, Swing, and Foxtrot. The dude i was dancing with for swing goes to school with me.... it was so fun... we were doing really well today too. It's the second time i've taken the class, so i'm a bit ahead of some peeps, but there are also a couple peeps were in it last time. Frankly, (i know i was a beginner once too) i prefer to dance with the more experienced dudes, cuz then we get to do all the groovy stuff we learned last time. Cha Cha is awesome (had to say it again to emphasize).....



the really depressing thing about this post is that i am thinking more and more how i can get this stupid blog read.... but i have no no no no no no no no no no idea how!

cool stuff

coolest sub

my friend says that when i get into high school i am gonna still be really smart (she's right about that) but that i'm not gonna try... i'm gonna be a stoner who does enough to be above average but not my best, then i'm gonna go to college, roadtrip to Mexico, get a little coffee shop job and then a cool apartment downtown...... well she doesnt know it...... but that is absolutely exactly what i want.



Yesterday our social studies teacher was sick, or playing hookie (yeah it's true everyone does it, just like masturbation)....... but anyway, we had this sub. Need i say that he was the coolest dude on the planet..... even though he was sixty and kinda fat? Well he was. He talked about the fall of our empire (which he didnt think was exactly a bad thing, i agree), and how when he knew the U.S. was doomed was 2000 (mmm GEORGE BUSH?). He told us that our generation would be famous for paying off the largest debt with our taxes, and that "china is on the rise", and "men! when you're 60 like me you'll be just as ugly, and ladies! you girls will always be gorgeous!", and "when i'm stupid and slobbering and dying, pick me a good president ok?". He called everyone sir and ma'm and i'm gonna be like that dude when i'm old.....prob without the male part...........yep deffinetely without the male part........ although who knows how i'll turn out.......but i think i can pretty much safely assume i wont be getting any sex changes or i would know something by now.

Female Mechanic Now on Duty- Sonic Youth......................... AWESOME...............nuff said.

Music, makes it possible to live through little sisters, and stomach aches (these two travel hand in hand)

check out these awesome peeps. i think they are possibly truly worthy of the title "phenomenal":







Well, i have titled this post with a somewhat untrue revelation, so i'm going to have to clear this up before i continue: blueberry muffins, art, and shouting can also work.
it has come to be decided that Obama is a pretty awesome dude. I agree. He's a pretty awesome president... (not to be corny, but-) he'll be remembered. I think my folks would have really come close to moving to Canada if McCain (how the hell do you spell a freaky name like that) had won. i mean, the dude is pretty old and frail... so uuuum, who wants freaky Sarah Palin for our very own beloved president.... Well stupider things have happened... right?


yeah well, lately my favorite is Bob Dylan, but as i write this sentence, i'm starting to get tired of Ballad of a Thin Man... so guess what? you got it!!! i'm gonna listen to I Want You. yeah well, this morning... ugh... this morning... this morning i dont really have anything intelligent....

but now that is over... so i'm listening to BURIAL AT SEA by GOATSNAKE. i think this deserved the caps lock cuz it is so hardcore brutal and awesome metallic genius.

Frustrated

Well, I've always wanted to have a blog... but not just some stupid blog that nobody reads. Unfortunately this blog has turned out to be the latter. It is only minutes after my "starting over" post, in which i try to regain control, and i'm already considering quitting. BUT!... i refuse to be a whiner, and i'm gonna try yet AGAIN.
So........................................................................................................................ pictures?

starting over

ok, this is me, starting over. Obviously I failed the first time I tried to blog... so here it is, another try.

Boring

well folks, dunno what to tell ya, BO-ring! nuthing happening today. Except that when i went to take a shower this morning, i found that my sister had washed the dogs and not cleaned out the hair, she had also left her sopping wet clothes in a ball at the bottom of the tub. so i had to go downstairs and tell my mother to tell my sister to clean it up. then my 10 year old live-in slob/demon/sister/sweetie went upstairs and washed it all down the drain. well, washing dog hair down the drain is a huge NO NO because it will clog the drain. As a result of my sister's carelessness and disregard for the rules i had to take my shower with water around my calfs that would not drain. *sigh* now you will understand the hardships of living with my sister. oh, and did i mention how i was woken up the other day? well, i was sleeping peacefully, my subconcious smiling because school had been canceled. My sister jumped on the bed and began to pummel and hit me screaming "GUESS WHAT? SXHOOL IS HAPPENING AFTER ALL!!! AND I DONT HAVE TO GO CUZ MY STOMACH HURTS! BUT MOM SAYS YOU DO!!". I was very very very very close to murder.

URGH!

this is a very sad thing :( . i worked very hard on powerpoint to create a new album cover for erykah badu, so i could post it and show how i would have done it. but, boo hoo, sadness, it wont upload. yes, i saved it as jpg, and all kinds of other hullaballoo...

Ok peeps, this is the album that is the coolest ever. Actually it's probably not the coolest ever, but it's pretty darn good. Although i would have changed the cover.

Sorry dudes. Here is a better picture of the bestest peter dude.

Peter

The character Peter is played by Adrien Brody. Peter is by far my favorite, no question about it folks. He's the one in the middle.