Food For Thought

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Is it ever really to early for a Mikes Hard Lemonade?

Why is it that things have to be so hard sometimes?  Especially things that your supposed  to be good at.

Sometimes I wish that you didn’t have to sleep so that you would have enough time to do all of the stupid homework like things as well as the fun stuff and not have to be a cranky, sleepy monster the next day.

Ever watch a movie or a tv show and wish that your life was that fantastically insane?  I don’t want all of the drama, but the food fights and party’s where no one gets hurt but everyone has a good time sound like fun.

Sometimes I feel like all of my romance novel reading gave me a very unrealistic view of love that I wish I could take back because I am wayyy to picky when it comes to guys.  But then I find another novel that I just cannot wait to read and forget all about what it’s doing to my nonexistent love life.

Magazines are great.  I love making fun of all of the ugly clothes that they can’t truly expect anyone to wear.

Ever wonder if you’re dyslexic but don’t feel like taking any kind of test, especially if you don’t test positive and then you just look like a dumbass.

I think I have an obsession with buying jeans.  Every time I go shopping for clothes I buy at least one pair even though I’ve probably got about twenty at home.  Never mind that I only wear half of what I have because I don’t think some of them look right on me.

I love organizing my stuff, mostly just because I love stuff.  Movies, books, cd’s, clothes.  Is that weird or normal?

Ever wonder if you’re OCD or if it’s just that everyone around you is OCD and it makes you feel like you should be too.

Every once in a while I spend the entire day in bed and then I feel bad about it, like lying there and doing nothing is going to make me fat or something.  Stupid media.

Sometimes I wonder if “fat” will ever replace “skinny” in the What’s Cool Today column.

I hate when I hear that guys don’t give a fig about make up that girls wear because the only real reason girls wear it is to catch guys…and to hide blemishes, but that’s a different story.

ADMISSION FOR THE DAY?  I don’t have a clue.  about anything.  and it’s great.

Become Us

Death does not become us
It isn't pretty
Or kind
Not loving
Yet occasionally blind

It mocks us
With age
A sleeping sickness
The war we wage

Death is not ours
Not to handle
Or to contain
A stranger to life
It leaves nothing the same

Death is what makes man equal
The same fate
On a different date
No one can escape
Death does not become us

*a sad side note, just so know one thinks I'm emo or anything I wrote this after my grandmother died.

KRISPY SCREAM

So for a fundraiser for my class, harmony, we sold krispy kreme doughnuts and they arrived at the school yesterday.  I got to skip some of my afternoon classes (whoo) so that I could deliver doughnuts to my buyers.  Today when I saw some of them they felt the need to tell me what good doughnuts they got. 

Well thanks, Butch, it was my own special recipe.

I mean, what else do you say to that?  They’re freaking krispy kreme, of course they were fantastic!

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I was going to put a scary youtube video right here but I couldn’t find one that scared me, and I’m very easily scared so that says a lot.  If you come across anything give me the link so I can be scared silly:) whooo for October!

Also I’m writing a scary story for my class and if I like it enough I might just post it.

Falling For Fall

I love fall.  It’s so pretty.  It’s the time when you get to whip out all of your cute jackets and sweaters and scarves.  Oh and then the crisp air is just fantastic!  You take a deep breath and you think, “damn I glad I don’t live in outer space.”  Oxygen is goooood.  Then the leaves start changing and i just want to pee my pants because it’s so gorgeous.  I don’t understand how people can not like fall.  I can understand why it might not be your favorite season, but come on.  And my admittance for today?  I actually enjoy living in bumfuck nowhere with all the trees at this time of year:)

Birthday’s! Aren’t they great?

So whoo! today is my birthday and what a great one it’s been.  I have to admit though, that i don’t get all that excited about my birthday anymore.  I kept wondering when did birthday’s get so…unexciting?  It’s like yeah, okay, presents, lots of people who only talk to me on this day, and gifts that I don’t like but have to write thank you notes to the senders for anyways.  Most. fun. ever.

But, like I said, this one has been pretty good.  Not get a car with a red bow on it and a stud muffin boyfriend good, but good nonetheless.  In fact this “goodness” revolves around a certain item….AND I’M ON IT RIGHT NOW.  A labtop!!!!!!! yahoooo! haha

I’ve wanted one for forever and here it is, sitting in my lap and getting me on my blog.  It’s fantastic.  In fact, i suggest one for everybody.  It might greatly improve upon your health.

Dear Big A(sshole)

I've held my tongue about what I think about you for the past few years. I knew that if I told you what a piece of crap I think you are you wouldn't allow me to help my friend or hang out with her anymore. But now you're forcing them all to leave to a place six hours from here and I just can't keep it in any longer.

I've already informed my parents that should you ever, ever decide to show your face around our house again I will throw you off and tell you what an abusive bastard I think you are.

I don't care how big you are or how tough you think you are. You will never be able to look at me in the same light again, and I think that's a good thing. I will bring your sorry ass down to size.

No one likes you and I have it on good authority that there is a special level of hell reserved just for you.

Now don't you feel special?

Making Pretty

So for once my summer has been pretty boring (so boring, in fact, that I can't wait for school to start again *shocker*) and I've not really been inspired by much. As everyone knows, it's hard to write about things when you don't have an inspiration. So I figured that an old(ish) poem of mine would do.
enjoy.

Pretty girls
Will charm the pants off
Pretty boys
Will break your heart every time

Pretty people
Wearing pretty masks
Pretty things
Weren't ment to last

Fearless children
Running wild with the wind
Wishing I could be
A fearless child once again

Because if you hide in the shadows
Thats what you become
And if you tell yourself lies
In the end you will succumb

To every wish and hope and fear
To every dream you've dared hold dear
To all the blindness you can't see
And yet another long list of tragedy

You don't have to be pretty
Or fearless
Or dream untouchable things
No need for the consequences
Of what hopes saying when it sings

Just have a heart
And a will
A thrill
For the un-probable

This is what makes pretty
This is you,
Un-stopable

Books? Movies? ahh, Summer

Thanks to no school and, hence, more free time I've been able to read some good stuff and watch a few decent (and crappy) movies. Some of the movies I watched are new, some aren't, and the same goes for the books. I thought I'd share to either spare people from wasting perfectly good time and money, or to suggest a good way to relax and spend summer vacation. Whichever way you'd like to take it.

Lets kick it off with movies:

The A-Team: I thought that this was going to be another amazingly stupid movie that Hollywood made because they were starting to get bored and needing something to occupy their time. I was wronggggg. No, this movie is not a romantic comedy or a chick flick in any way, but yes, even girls will like it. This movie was so funny, I and probably everyone else in the theater almost peed ourselves laughing. You and your boyfriend or best guy friend can't decide on a good movie to watch? Go. See. A-Team...now.


The Princess and The Frog: I was truly excited to finally watch this movie. I loved all the princess movies as a child, and I knew that it wasn't going to be as great as the originals, but I still expected something good to come out of it. In all honesty, the movie wasn't bad, it just wasn't good either. The songs weren't memorable, the story was beyond cliche, and it wasn't realistic at all. Yes, I know we're talking about a movie where they turn into frogs, but in the storyline we're talking about a "man-hoe" prince who within three days (or so) of knowing this girl, decides he wants to marry her. Yes, because that's going to last forever and ever. Still one to watch if you haven't already seen it, just don't have high hopes is all.

When In Rome: Disappointment. It was cute, a little funny, but so unreal it makes me sad. The female main character is a complete looney with no sense of...anything really. She's just kind of shallow and silly to me. A good one to watch with your girlfriends if you get bored. You'll most likely like it, but then a week later not remember much of it.


Shutter Island: Now they had to trick me to get me to see this movie. I don't like scary movies or movies that make me jump all around while I'm trying to watch them, so when I say that this movie wasn't scary, believe me. It was a suspense and a mystery, but nothing more. The end was the kind where your still not sure about it at all and you'll think about it for days later. It's also the movie where you should watch it twice to catch all the stuff you missed the first time (though I didn't). It's a good movie to save for a rainy day.


Now that I've bored everyone with that, lets get on to books.

Wings by Aprilynne Pike: The description sounded good, but the book wasn't all that great. The plot just wasn't all there for me and I didn't get immersed into the characters like you normally do with a good book. The main character, for instance, didn't have much of a personalty for me. Cute, not really funny, but a good touch of romance.



Audrey, Wait! by Robin Benway: Super good. The book was funny, you fell in love with the characters, and most of all, it made me think. Its about a girl who gets famous by association, and in the tabloies they make up all kinds of crap about her and the things they do to her. It makes you wonder why we all put so much effort in to "Keeping Up With the Kardashian's"and all that BS. This is an amazing book, totally suggest it.


The Poison Apples by Lily Archer: Funny, interesting, a bit of a feel good book. It's a little hard to keep up with the four changing perspectives, but still good. I think there will be a sequel, but one never knows.




Never Cry Werewolf by Heather Davis: I should've known by the title to not get this book. Thankfully it was short and didn't take me very long to read. The book wasn't terrible, but it was just kind of stupid and part of that vampire/werewolf craze that Twilight started. If you have to do a book report and just want to get it over with, this book will do. If you want an intellectual read that makes you think a least a little, stay far away.




Welcome to Wahoo by Dennis and Elise Carr: fantabulous. This book was so hilarious and a very good read. By the end of it, I was wishing I knew someone like the main character. It's short and loveable, makes you mad and makes you laugh. All in all, a very, very good book.


So I might do this again, even if no one reads it or likes it, it's still a good way for me to keep up with some of the good and bad stuff I've read and watched this summer. Hope it's helpful at least:)

"give me no lies and keep your hands to yourself"

I'm sorry. my last few blogs have been about my relationship problems and me venting about how stupid guys are and such. And I'm sorry because by now your probably bored with it, don't give a damn, or are completely confused.
So this post (and, hell, possibly the whole damn blog) is about and for me and only me. It's for my venting and ranting purposes only thankyouverymuch.

Today was a bittersweet hell that has left me believing that for some strange reason karma decided to just take a huge crap on my day (btw, it now owes me). It started off with having a flat tire on the way to the bus stop, so flat in fact that the tire was about to come off the rim. So we hopped into the trusty ole' truck. And no sooner had we tried to shoot out of the driveway did the freaking talegate come off and start flopping around like a fish out of water. We stick the talegate into the truck and try to continue on our way...and miss the bus.

You might think that I'd be able to take a freaking sign, right? It would appear pretty obvious that I'm not ment to go to school today. But no, I have to persist. I have to be my usual hard-headed self and wake my mom up to treck to school in her car (about a half an hour drive).
Its the second to last day of school and we aren't doing anything important but run around the school and hang out with friends, but i still just hadddd to go.

*skipping to the REALLY IMPORTANT (and shitty-er) part of my day*

That guy that I talked about in my last two posts is still hanging around, fooling with my head and my emotions. He won't talk to me for a few days and then he'll snuggle up to me and flirt. Talk about mixed signs.
Anyways, I won this game that ment he "had" to make out with me (winner got to make out with him, we weren't really gonna take it seriously, but since I won the game...) we met up later and after a few flirtatious moves there were were, kissing it up. Then getting interrupted. then kissing it up again.
After a final interruption we stopped (finally, a sign I listen to!) You would think, "yay you! kissing the guy you like and all that, you get em!" right? I mean, that's what the hell I was thinking.
Then he started all this mumbo-jumbo nonsense about being friends with benefits and other girls and yadda-yadda-blah-blah. I'm not a friends with benefits kind of girl. Date me or hate me, it's how I play and I told him so (but not as frank...)

so later on he starts more crap by saying "sorry" and "I feel horrible." I live with no regrets (or at least I make an effort to) so I tell him not to worry about it and it's all good. Then he asks if I'm gonna tell anyone. WARNING LIGHT NUMBER 187! because of course I was gonna tell my best girl friends. What good friend won't tell the juicy bits??
then he tells me that he just wished that this had never happened.




EXCUSE ME? screw that. I ignored his efforts to apologize (yet again) for the rest of the day and am not going to talk to him until he's good and tortured. I'm not yet sure if I should laugh, cry, or hit something.
but I feel much better now that I've ranted. Chocolate, alcohol, and a nap -- here I come!
(oh, and the title is from a hit song by the Georgia Satellites)

follow up

Ooh, I knew it. I knew I was going to do it. Things have gotten a tiny bit complicated (it's mostly my fault) and I'm truly, honestly ready to just run away from it all. Why is it that you can never have a guy without some sort of drama happening? Every time I like a guy this happens, and it reminds me why I stay single.
And okay, like I said this whole ordeal is mostly my fault and my body image issues. But I can't sit there while you say you like me (but don't show it) and then flirt and talk to other girls more then me. I'm sorry if it makes me feel like shit even though there isn't really anything wrong with it. It's how I operate. It's how girls who don't have high self-esteem operate.
So don't just sit there and think I'm a damn mind reader, if you like me, tell me, if you don't, stop leading me on.
Thank you.