bye Leo. <3 ya

My fish died today. Happy Monday to me. When I woke up this morning he was at the bottom of his tank, his tail was facing up. I didn't think he was dead 'cause I thought when they died fish floated belly up. Apparently I was wrong. He used to be this gorgeous electric blue color. But this morning he lost all his color, he was just a pale sickly shell of "Dicaprio fish". I thought he was sleeping, so I tapped the glass a couple times and...yeah.
And this afternoon when I came home from school, I went up to my room and he was just gone. His tank and his food and net and all that jazz was nowhere to be seen. Jesus my desk where his tank was looks so empty now. Like there's this big massive gaping empty space screaming at me that the little dude is probably somewhere in the Michigan sewer system. Dammit, I had to watch him suffer too. He just kept getting sicker and sicker. Near the end he couldn't even swim up to the top of his tank. It was like he gave up hope. I knew he was at the end of his rope last night, but I didn't even think to say anything along the lines "bye Leo, love you...". I mean I knew this was going to happen for such a long time, but it's a shock that it's actually happened.
RIP Leo

The littlest hippie gets her glam on

Once upon a time the littlest hippie went to her second concert of the summer. This time she waited in a long line with her best friend to meet people. She stood in front of a very sharp pointy bush, and in front of a very tall pointy fence that she could barely see over. She did so for three hours, in the hot, blazing sun. But was it worth it?
Yes, because Alison Iraheta signed a peice of paper for her, and Matt Giraud touched her shoulder. (Michigan pride!!!) The littlest hippie was very happy, it was worth the three hour wait. When the littlest hippie got home, five minutes after collapsing on the couch (from the whole "standing three hours thing") her uncle came. She took her awesome cousin, lets call her mini glambert, up to her room. They talked about school, and clothes.
When it was time for dinner the littlest hippie gobbled up a yummylicious sloppy joe, and watermelon. The littlest hippie loves watermelon.
After dinner, it was time for her to pick out the attire for the night. She wore a long black shirt that said "Live Free" on it in an Ed Hardyesque way. It's a very cool shirt because the "live free" part is ironed on. She paired this with strechy black leggings, and a studded belt. She let mini glambert wear her super special chain necklace, but mini glambert gave it back and let her wear it. For her shoes she wore her plaid drawn on converse, they look well loved.
When it was time to go to the venue, they all piled in Uncle Hippie's, mini van.
They found their seats, and waited....
and waited...
and waited...
finally the words "american idol concert tour" flashed across the screen, and the venue went dark.
Micheal went first, the littlest hippie thought he was pretty good. Megan improved a lot from when she was on the show...but what she didn't expect was how amazing scott was. He wowed her with his piano skills, and lovely voice, other than Adam he was a fav. Lil Rounds sounded kinda hoarse, but still managed to rock the single ladies song. The littlest hippie and her mom danced to that one. The littlest hippie was kinda dissapointed in Anoop, she thought he could've done better. He came out a magic hole in the middle of the stage though, that was cool.
Alison amazed her. She looked like Hayley from Paramore with her firey gorgeous hair blowing in the wind, and the way she rocked that guitar had the littlest hippie completely spellbound. When Allison sang the opening words to "cry baby" the littlest hippie shrieked. Allison was practically MADE for Janis joplin songs. It was absolutely amazing, she made Janis proud. She pulled it off EXTREMELY WELL, AND JANIS SONGS ARE SUPER HARD TO SING!!!Janis is probably watching Allison in hevan going "damn, that little red head chick can sing".
Allison has some pipes, she's gonna go far.
The littlest hippie sat impaitently through Danny Gokey's set. This 15 or so minutes served to her as "snack time". She gulped some pepsi to keep from falling over (standing for three hours can do that to you) and mooched off her brother's food.
One thing that kinda impressed her was that Danny Gokey can dance, he was doing a bunch of funky salsa moves! Anyhoo, lets get to the *good* stuff.
Lets just say, when Adam came out the littlest hippie exploded! She shrieked "HOLY MOTHER" and screamed over and over. Once the inital freaking out was over, she watched spellbound as he DRY HUMPED THE FREAKING MIC STAND RIGHT BEFORE HER EYES!!!!!!!! He was goregous in his spiky jacket that only he can pull off. When he sang starlight, she got this goofy deleriously happy, Adam lambert induced grin on her face. And of course, she went insane during "Mad World". He was even better than on her Ipod! The effects were great too, it was all smokey and mysterious.
But then came the david Bowie medley....
when he took off his jacket, the littlest hippie about died. He looked drop dead gorgeous in his glittery tuxedo vest thing. His arms were STUNNING, esspecially paired with the black glittery gorgeousness of that godforsaken vest. Once she died from the jacket throwing, she went to hevan when he started gyrating his pelvis in the most sexy way ever. Suddenly it occured to her that she would never marry, because no one could be as stunning, and sexy, and gorgeous as Adam. When he told the crowd to get up and dance, she sprang right out of her seet and got funky. Whilst he moved his pelvis in the most tantalizing way....
But then it was over, just like that, and Kris came on. The littlest hippie adopted the same bored expression she used for danny gokey, until Kris strummed a most familiar tune...HE WAS SINGING HEY JUDE! THE LITTLEST HIPPIE IMMEADIATELY SPRANG OUT OF HER SEAT AND STARTED WAVING HER ARMS. That moment was magical, and one of the small details that she will never forget (along with adam's pelvic movements). When Adam and everyone came out to sing with Kris, she died again. When they all sang "don't stop beliving" and that disco ball dropped, the littlest hippie realized this had been one hell of a summer. She is enternally grateful for it. And even in the most sucky days, she'll have the memories of Hayley's headbanging (And adams smexy dance moves) to keep her going.

Rozay Hilton: Gossip blogger extroadinare (for now)

Bonjour mes amis! Air kisses all around because today I am going to divulge in the wonderous art of, gossip blogging! Basically gossip blogging is like online tabloids, except I don't BREAK the breaking news, I mock it. Sooooo lemme open up AOL, and look for anything that sounds interesting. Uno secondo mes ami's (oooh I'm trilingual)

I'm pressing the lil' house button....

it's loading....

and here!

Swha? This can't be right...JT and Snoop dog might team up for a musical?! Does this mean their going to start a kick line in da club??? Will the Rockettes be shaking their booties suggestively while Snoop spits some rhymes about all da girls in da club, alternating between hip hop hand moves and jazz hands???? If this does come true, comment if you wanna see it with me!

Oh no you didn't Anderson Cooper! *snaps fingers in a Z formation*
Apparently earlier this week on CNN Cooper ranted about Heidi's Britney Spearsesque performance for the Miss Universe Pagent.
If I do say so myself, the performance was pretty horrific. It featured Heidi shaking her booty in a flesh colored VINYL belly shirt and bell bottoms.....but though the fashion faux pas may make you want to gauge your eyes out, that wasn't all. According to Cooper, Heidi couldn't even lip sync the words right! Take a look at what he has to say (http://http://www.popeater.com/2009/08/28/speidi-spencer-heidi-anderson-cooper/)
But it seems that Heidi was THRILLED to have herself ripped to shreds by Coopdog! Way to be an optomist Heidi! Try the same tactic the next time you unleash your claws for a cat fight on the hills! But you have to give our girl Heidi credit, it was her first performance. Maybe Anderson Cooper should be the one to soften up, huh?
Tell me what you think! Click the shiny comment button! Mwah!!!!

how to shock conservative people part 2

Shocking people is fun, especially the uptight ones! Here are some ways to shock people!
1. cut your hair short! Stupid brothers will think you've turned lesbian
2. meantion drag queens as a common conversation topic. You may get wierd looks, but their very fun to talk about! Who would talk about the economy over the dinner table when they could talk about Rupaul?
3. wear funky clothes! Dress in all black one day, and then some flowy pesant blouse the next! Be unpredictable, keep your conservative on their toes!
4. Swear in public.
I'll come up with more ways later, but that's it for now!

closeted rock 'n' roll

Paramore has a new music video. This video features them rocking out, in what looks like an empty closet (that they somehow managed to cram a drum kit into). It is a cool video Hayley is controlling the lighting and effects by handling the closets sole lightbulb like her carrot mike. Meanwhile the guys are headbanging despite the lack of space. IT'S THE FIRST MUSIC VIDEO WITH TAYLOR IN IT! YAY TAYLOR! The video cuts between their closet concert, Hayley in what looks like a bunch of funhouse mirrors. Hayley has Gwen Stefani style buns, and a suit thing. By the end of the video the guys somehow manage to tie poor hayley up with a bunch of extension chords. They all continue rocking out, and the video fades.
Overall:****and a1/2 stars

homophobia, what's the point?

Hey good people of the interweb, I want you to get your butts over to MY SISTERBLOG: READTEAPEACE! Mon ami wrote an amazing entry on how stupid homophobia is, and some wacko bible thumping church. They protested the American Idol concert because Adam Lambert is touring with the rest of the idols, and openly gay.
It makes me really sad that people find being gay wrong, and it makes me even more MAD when they are prejudiced against people because they ARE gay. What are your thoughts on homophobia?

Once upon a concert (The Tale of Paramore, the littlest Hippie, and the very happy ending) pt. 1

Once upon a time the littlest hippie sat in her babysitters car. They were going to pick her obsessive compulsive skater punk twin up from the skate park, and the littlest hippie was so bored that she turned to the radio for solace. She turned it to her favorite station and listened happily to the various top forty hits. Then something different came on the radio, it was a very loud rock song with lots of guitar and drumming, the littlest hippie was surprised usually she listened to pop music, not this stuff. But much to her surprise she LIKED it, a lot. Once they picked up her ocd punk brother, and his neanderthal best friend, she turned the radio up even louder. She needed all the music she could get to drown out their dirty jokes. To her surprise the song came on again, and she smiled. She decided that she liked that song VERY VERY much, and asked her babysitter to turn it up louder. The littlest hippies brother frowned, he didn't like his sister listening to this stuff. He said it was emo, the littlest hippie didn't know what that meant, but at least the song was good.
Later that night the littlest hippie was distraught. She wanted to listen to the song again, but she didn't know the band OR the song's name! So she did what everyone does when they need new music, she typed a lyric into youtube.
The littlest hippie clicked the first search that came up, and watched happily. It was a music video by a band called Paramore. Suddenly it dawned on her that paramore was that bunch of punks who got between her and episodes of MADE when she watched MTV. She also realized something else, this stuff was AWESOME! The littlest hippie ate it up, watching every Paramore video she could find. By the time Christmas rolled around the littlest hippie added the paramore album RIOT to her Christmas list. She was sure that she would explode if she didn't have "Misery Bussiness" on her Ipod soon. (Little did she know that she would one day accidently have FOUR verisons of the song on her Ipod. One live, one a video, one acoustic, and one regular)
Upon the new year coming, the littlest hippie was about to explode! PARAMORE WAS GOING TO BE ON THE MTV NEW YEARS CELEBRATION! THEY WERE GOING TO PERFORM! COULD IT GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS?
On New Years eve the littlest hippie forced EVERY MEMBER OF HER FAMILY to watch Paramore on MTV. She didn't care about Dick Clark and his yammering, all she cared about was watching Hayley and the guys. Hayley was Paramore's lead singer. She had bright red hair that looked like kool aid, and the littlest hippie thought (and still thinks) she was the coolest person EVER. She would DIE if she didn't get hair like that, and nearly fainted at the thought of meeting her.
Paramore's new years performanced rocked her world, the littlest hippie watched spellbound as Hayley clung to the microphone and swayed to the beat. She noticed that her hair was crimped, and she liked it very much. The Littlest Hippie then made it her new years resolution to become punk like them.
The next day the littlest hippie and her mom went to the mall, the littlest hippie realized that she liked the colors red and black, so she hunted for everything she could with that color scheme. She got lovely plastic bangels that clinked when her hands moved, and a red and black shirt with SPARKLES!
On Monday, the littlest Hippie was super excited to show off her new swag. She presented herself in homeroom with a ta da and jazz hands. Her homeroom buddy however, was not pleased. It turned out that she sided with her deluded skater punk brother and thought the littlest hippie's clothes were emo too! This would result in a year long fued about the littlest hippies style, which would eventually be made up and forgotten about.
Regardless of what her homeroom buddy said, the littlest hippie continued to be herself.
One day in March the littlest hippie was sitting in the car with her dad and brother listening to her Ipod. Paramore had presented a whole new wonderous spectrum of music to listen to, she found that she loved bands like Jimmy Eat World, Panic at the Disco, and all time low that she still loves today.
As she drummed along to the Jimmy eat world song " A praise chorus" she still managed to hear an announcement from the DJ. Paramore and Jimmy Eat World, were coming. Here. to her town. she would be on the same soil as HAYLEY! The littlest hippie screamed with all her might, she screamed so loud that her brother hit her in the eye with an ear bud. From that day on she begged her parents to take her to the concert. But sadly, she couldn't go. Her parents were going to be in the Dominican republic because of a vacation her dad won in work. The littlest hippie was heart broken to say the least. She cried herself to sleep for a week straight, only to dream of being at that very concert.
The day of the concert however, the littlest hippie was still enthraleld she wore her paramore shirt and told every person that passed that they were in the same city as Hayley!!!!!
Sixth grade ended for her on a lovely note, she had found out how to be herself, and all because of a song on the radio. It's wierd how stuff can change like that.
This is my back story on how I became a Paramore fan. Last night I went to their concert and it was the best night of my life. I stood in the same PARKING LOT AS THE BAND. I SAW ZAC GO BY ON A BIKE! I will write more later

Protest, because jobs aren't for everyone (hopes and dreams of the littlest hippie, who ain't gonna stop)

Suburbia=hell. The last thing I want is to marry a dude in a suit or owns a brief case. I will never live in the seventh little box house amongst thousands that look just like mine. I'll never be brainwashed by school spirit. And guess what, I'm keeping my hair just as it is now. 'Cept it'll be red.
The left side of my nose will have a teeny tiny hole with a ruby stud poking out. My hip will have a tattoo of a peace sign on a teensy chunk skin. My feet will go anywhere but here. My passport will be very worn. My year of French class will be well used. I'll be dirt poor and happy. While the rest of the world is rich and miserable. I'll help people out and study CLC and this year I'll be volunteering there for my third summer. I don't like doing stuff for a long time, so ya gotta realize I love 'em.
When I grow up I'll live in a loft in NYC with a fire escape that I climb around on like a monkey. And when I go inside to read and drink I won't be lonely 'cause this is the city that is insomniac. I like noise and cars and buses and subways so I'll be perfectly happy there. I'll live in East Village where I was always meant to be.
I'll write and I'll write on napkins and notebooks and paperplates with pencils and pens and pastels just to get stuff done and entertain myself.
Maybe I'll meet a guy. And I most certainly will befriend a drag queen with a funky name like Roxie or Harmony. And I'll make friends 'cause that's what I do I'd be lonely as a hermit, wouldn't you? So up until I set foot in my loft, I'll live life and I won't ever stop.
What are your hopes and dreams?

wowzers.

Micheal Jackson just died like...an hour ago. I mean, I wasn't a huge fan or anything, but I just realized the dude who did the 'thriller' dance won't be around anymore. Farrah Fawcett died too, today's been a day full of celebrity deaths. Wow. I mean, I saw Farrah's documentary and everything, and even she knew that her time was coming, but Micheal, no one freaking expected that. Isn't it wierd? I mean, people die all the time, but these two were according to my in shock mom, icons.
My mom has told me repatedly that she is in shock. She was running around the house for about five minutes saying so. Creepy isn't it? I mean when I heard he had a heart attack, and I thought "well that's okay, people survive those all the time". Then I kinda spaced out 'cause i've got an irrational fear of heart attacks, and while I was spacing out my mom goes "Rose TMZ says he's dead". And I kinda scoffed at that, 'cause TMZ is kind of like the Okay Magazine of news stations, well known but not reliable. So I told my mom that, and then apparently TMZ was...right. Oh my god.
It's another one of those wired things I can't wrap my head around. I mean they had a whole week of his stuff on American Idol just this year, and I play 'Beat it' on guitar hero.
How have you reacted to the recent events of the day?

undoing narcacissim; going FAR;

You guys are going to laugh when I tell you this. I accidently clicked a button when I was fixing my Blog, and I made it so I follow myself. This means that it says I have five followers,and one of them is me. This makes me sound like the worlds biggest narcacist. Any ideas on how I can fix it?
Also, far is out today! Go, buy it, support Regina!
That's all I have to say for now
<3 ya!

SPEAK UP

FELLOW BOHEMIANS! FELLOW CRUSADERS OF NONCONFORMITY, HIPPIES, BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE NONCONVENTIONAL! I CALL UPON YOU TO STOP THE MADNESS!

Now you may be thinking after that short outburst, "what's she spazzing about now?" well, spaz would be an understatement! I am FURIOUS! WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE MY WHITE HOT FURY!

Wanna see why?

http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/article/CA6656504.html

click and be disghusted. Starting February 21, parents Jim and Ginny Maziarka wanted to ban, 58 BOOKS. *GASP!* How could they be such scum? How could they attempt to restrict the reading material of Wisconsian teens 58 different ways? But my dear blogging friends, the plot thickens. The reason they wanted those books banned was because they were about....GLBT teens, in case you didn't know GLBT stands for Gay, Lesbian, Bi, transgender (drag queens/kings). This disghusts me beyond a level that is describable, and I'm not even done with fuming about the REST of the articale.

But then...Ginny and Jim changed their minds, they decided that NO 52 is NOT ENOUGH, so they changed it to wanting to ban 82 books! Yes, that's thirty MORE attempts at limiting free speech and the right to read! But they did loosen up a tibit saying that they wanted the books moved to the adult section, where kids would have to have parental permission to check out books. I'm sorry but, I own like 82 books, I'm sure that the library owns more than me, but that would be like making me ask my parents if I could read all the books that have cluttered in my room over the years. (Just to put it in perspective) 82 is a lot of books, so there are chances that kids MOST FAVORITE BOOKS EVER are attempting to be banned.

And now lets move to the part of the articale, where the Marziwhatfreakingevers let their homophobic schumuck flags fly!



"An online petition drafted by Maziarka and her husband also asks for a more balanced collection, which include “affirming traditional heterosexual perspectives” that are faith-based or written by “ex-gay” authors. Other demands include labeling books with a warning about their content and placing Internet filters on all of the library’s computers, says Sue Cantrell, the library’s assistant director."



Excuse me but, if I read correctly but did they say that they wanted books by "ex-gay" authors? As in someone had a fight with their sexsuality so they dumped it and told it that it should take it's stuff out of the apartment they used to live in? As in someone used to be gay, but their not anymore? I'm sorry but you can't change that! You can lock the closet door nice and tight, and you'll still be who you are no matter how hard you try to change it.
The good news in this twisted case is, the library isn't budging calling Ginny and Jim's requests "censorship" and refusing to oblige! IT's still up for debate though.

So bloggers, what do you think of this? How does it make you feel? Well do the exact opposite of what these people are and WRITE ABOUT IT! UTULIZE FREE SPEECH AND TELL ABOUT WHAT EMOTIONS THAT THIS STIRS UP IN YOU! YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! YOU MIGHT JUST HAVE TO SHOUT TO BE HEARD!! SO GO, PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET, AND SPEAK UP!

All that glitters is sparkles

Personally, I am not the most girly person. I hate wearing makeup, and the sight of ANYTHING pink or with the word pink on it makes me cringe in horror. Although my room has been pink for the last four years, I've detested every flipping minute of it, becoming so ashamed that I would cry myself to sleep at the absolute HORROR of those fuschia walls. but I do LOVE wearing skirts, and dresses because I feel like shorts make me fat, and enlarge the size of my rear end.
But put those things on a guy, and I will adore him. Okay I admit it, one of my life-long goals is to befriend a gay guy. :-) When Adam Lambert came out I was sorta crushed as I put our wedding invites through the paper shredder and crossed "Rosie Lambert" off my notebook. (kidding). But then I rejoiced as I found pics of his cutie boyfriend, Adam had found love! I thought they were adorable together, and I immeadiately started planning THEIR wedding.
When I watch movies, I rant and rave about how adorable the spunky female protag's gay bff is. Not how hunky the stereotypical knight in shining armor is.
And don't get me started on Angel from RENT....
She is such a sweetie potato (thank you Lauren Myracle, that is now my favorite way to describe things)!
So good people of the internet, I FOUND A BOOK ABOUT A DRAG QUEEN, IT. IS. AMAZING. I HAVE ONLY READ THE FIRST PAGE AND I LOVE IT.
It's called 'freakshow' by James St. James, even Perez Hilton adores it. Now I know cyberspace's most beloved gossip blogger wouldn't be one someone would picture taking literary advice from, but go ahead and read it.
Plus, like my style of blogging? The dude who wrote it sounds like me on a sugar rush.

Reg is right

School is out. Just like the song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRHsdIfLOP0&feature=related
well, almost out. Three more days, I'm PHSYCED. It's really wierd to think that I don't have anything to do except study. I'm almost done with my math final, yayers! Only a few problems left....
We cleaned out our lockers, it made me feel all sad and sentimental to see all the crap that had accumulated over the year, a headband, a broken calculator, a protractor, and somehow ritz crackers. When you clean out lockers it makes you realize that the little gray cell has history, and YOU aren't the only person's whose used it. I wanted to write something in it in sharpie like
"dear future inhabitant, good luck. FYIs, Physics sucks. Good luck staying awake if you have Mrs. L and if you have Mrs. H for English, give her love for me. Don't worry, it's more fun than sixth grade. Don't show this to the janitor, does this count as vandalism? Crap, I'm a vandal now...teehees. Feel free to add your two cents, maybe we can start something"
My locker is (was?) number three, it was honestly the farthest point in THE ENTIRE FREAKING SCHOOL. I think I lost five pounds sprinting down the hall to get to my locker in time.
I loved my locker, I stuck my favorite picture of the place I volunteer at to keep me happy in it, and a bunch of pictures of stuff I liked. I made it in the beggining of the year, so it's interisting to see how different I am now and how i THOUGHT how much I knew myslef back then. In truth that was just an experimental facade, though the things I learned about nonconformity stuck. This year was full of self discovery yoga, and attractive dead british men. This year I also made a cyber BFF! She's a sweetie, I never thought I'd find someone so much like myself, my friend got confused when she read her comments on my blog, 'cause we sound so much alike.

PARAMORE'S NEW SONG(S)

LOOK AND BE AMAZED.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5M7cGpC2Cds&feature=PlayList&p=3107DD1964330A26&index=11
can someone say 'fangirl' it's like the fiftieth time i've listened to it today. I knew I loved it even when I just read the lyrics on their site. Some people are all 'it sounds like fences' which, I can see the similarities. And fences is one of my favorite songs by them, but their both unique, ignorance sounds way more edgey though. I love it WAAAY more than decode (sorry twihards, 'i caught myself' pwns 'decode)
September ninth...NEW ALBUM! Can someone do the math and tell me how many days until then?
Also, how far aways is july third? That's when I'm seeing them WITH NO DOUBT TOO! IT'S GONNA ROCK!!!!

teehee Bob Marley brings out the best in all of us

Don cha' just love him? His music is so twangy and zingy and amazing. Anywaysies... these past few days I've been trying to well... "tone it down" omigosh I feel stupid even saying that!!! For those of you who only know me by my words, if you can't tell already, I'm very overly dramatic. I'm SUPER animated when I talk and I have a high pitched voice, so I sound like Kristin Chenoweth on a sugar rush most of the time. I also randomly burst into song a lot, and make remarks about America being full of homophobic schmucks, and how much I want to GET THE H*&^ OUT OF HERE AND MOVE TO NYC ALREADY!
My friend has been sick ALL WEEK LONG and it's REALLY scaring me, I'm hoping she like doesn't have the swine flu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE HORENDOUSLY SO BECAUSE NOW THAT I'VE REALLY GOTTEN TO KNOW HER, I FIND THAT I NEED TO HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT MUSIC AND OTHER RANDOM STUFF WITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so this week due to the fact that she's been sick, my other friend and i have had to get through English class without her! It was hard! So my friend who HASNT gone MIA possibly due to the swine flu, has been chatting with one of the 'popular' girls. Now normally, this wouldn't bother me. I try not to let those holister clad elitist bother me, but somehow my evil twin wiggled her way into my body, and I found myself talking about hollister, with said hollister clad elitist.
I feel so increadibly dumb saying this, but when I talked to her, I felt so....inferior and dorky and clumsy and ugh! I don't know why but I suddenly realized that maybe I needed to lower my freak flag a bit...and I tried, and seriously I couldn't. I honestly did attempt to not sound like Kristin chenoweth just chugged a pixy stix, or run around singing in my "tall person" shoes (strappy brown wedge heels, kill my feet make me feel omigosh, attractive) But I couldn't. Seriously, I TRIED!
But as I was listenin' to Bob (can I hear a 'rasta mahn' for Bob?) I realized, I didn't need too. Because people can take me or leave, like I give a crap! I am a strong vertically challenged nonconforming teenager of the new generation who is not a homophobic schmuck! I can sing in class and not care because I get wierdly confident when I sing. I can have tiny mental break downs during the weeks, because i am an actress, and I wear my heart on my bicep like a cheap tatoo.
I can date a guy eventually, and befriend a gay guy too! And I'll be a dang good girlfriend 'cause aquarians are full of love, and I love my friends with as my heart can hold.
So elitist preps,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlNzpl3vz5Y
take me or leave me.
P.S I GOT PEACE LOVE AND BABY DUCKS TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 IT'S AMAZING AND...
I FOUND A SIGNED COPY! I AM SOOOOOOO HAPPY! IT'S REALLLLY GOOD TOO!

Hi again

When you blog for twenty some days straight, you get tired of it. That's why I haven't been around for all of May, sorry. Hmmm what's going on with me right now...
Come to think of it May has been a good month. Sorry if this post has a lot errors, it's almost 11 where I live, I'm abusing my "stay up as late as you want" privelage, my parents are at a party right now. It's for their friends fortieth bday, which is kinda ironic 'cause my rents are almost fifty, honestly age doesn't matter.
Did any of you see the finale of scrubs? It was so beautiful. I started SOBBING at the end... it was such a lovely ending. The song they played at the end is called "book of love" by Peter Gabriel, it's really pretty. If I ever get hitched, I want it to be played at my wedding. I'm happy that J.D and Eliott finally came to their senses, I've been waiting ever since I started watching the show for them to get together. The final montouge was beautiful, just the imagery and the music gave off a wonderful warm, fuzzy sentimental vibe. I love being sentimental, the present hurts.
The best thing in it, is that J.D and Turk are shown throught the whole thing. I love their relationship, take that Brody Gennar, THAT'S A BROMANCE AT IT'S BEST! Turk and J.D remind me of my brother and his best friend, they have a funny relationship, it's almost like he's a brother to me too.
Speaking of being sentimental, school is almost over. I'm PHSYCED for summer, don't get me wrong. I love it when it's warm and you have no routine, but in a twisted wierd way, I'll miss school too. I'll miss seeing my new friends, and rewriting story problems in math with my friends, and chatting with my guy friends, and my insane English teacher teasing me about Edward Cullen...sorry, I'm listening to the scrubs song...ahhh sentimental fuzzies.
I'll miss
randomly seeing the beatles in math class
my math teachers MSU obsession
drawing on Angels' converse
randomly running down the hall in mobile auditions
prank calling people
extra credit book club
consuming rice crispy treats
sitting in that little chunk-o-soccer field during lung
and being teased about George Harrison
scholarly candy canes
frugals
and planning the box that i'll live in since I failed insert name of test here
squealing over Adam Lambert
cramming for test
stupid French dialouges that I can honestly never see myself using
but not minding because, I don't know what the hell I'm saying
curling up in a corner and trying to write
giving hugs and cookies when needed
randomly bursting into song
wearing my tall person shoes
then having my feet ache because I just climbed up four flights of stairs in those shoes......
crap this was a good year.

Frog juice

Today in science we dissected a frog. When I first walked into the room, I was surprised to see all the little green frogs staring at me in dissection trays. They were just sitting there, atop paper towel, no casket or preacher standing over them. At first I was pretty disghusted, but I'm proud of myself because I did manage to help a little. I sucked all the frog juice from the frog *pukes* and I snipped out a kidney. My partner was REALLY getting into it, in the end our frog looked like it had done a back flip but failed miserably.
One wierd thing that they made us do was put all the organs on this sheet with a bunch of coloums. It looked like we were playing bingo. The thing that grossed me out was some of the organs were still warm, or they felt like that too me. I'm sorry Frog! Our frog was a guy, there was only one girl frog in the class. My friend got a girl frog and she said that it had what looked like a baby frog inside it! That's so sad!
My internets been sketchy lately, I totally blew up to my dad about it. I feel horrible now. I have an insane temper, and my dad has this miraculous ability to annoy me without even knowing it.

we're off to see the wizard

Hey everyone, how's your week been? Mine's been fine. Today we basically got to goof off the whole second half of the day. We saw a play at the highschool called "The Wiz" basically, it was the wizard of Oz. EXCEPT IT WAS SET IN THE SEVENTIES! WHICH MEANS THERE WERE GOGO BOOTS!(My favorite type of footwear). It was pretty good, I kinda thought it would be like Wicked though, so I was confused. The singing was okay, I heard a few voice cracks though! I give the whole cast props, it was only dress rehersal. We had to leave at intermission though! I didn't get to see Glinda! When I was like four, I was Glinda for halloween so I have a wierd kind of favoritism towards her.
I remember the costume too, it was this little pink silky dress with bits of glitter shaped like stars on the skirt. The sleeves were made of glittery pale pink tulle and they itched, but I refused to wear anything under it. It was long too, I remember running around the house in it and tripping, I was such a graceful child. :-)
I am also a fan of Kristin Chenoweth! Did any of you catch her on Ellen yesterday? She has a book out!

hi!

Im talking to two peeps at once right now. It is hard can't blog.

My one song glory

Okay I get it, I need to stop with the RENT references. But dear reader, (I swear this is the one and only time I'll ask you a question with a direct refernce to it), what is your one song glory?
Let me explain. Throughout the entire course of the play, one of the characters is trying to write a song. He's HIV positive so this song is the one thing he wants to leave behind when he's gone. Now, what do you want to leave behind? What's your legacy, your one thing that you just have a gut feeling that it will TAKE YOU somewhere?
For example, mine is my story. It's fifty pages long, I've been working on it since last July/early August. But right now I'm having a serious creativity block. Do you guys think I should keep working on it?

I did it!

From 9:30 Am to 1:58 P.M I didn't talk! The reason that I did this was to protest child soliders in the war in Uganda. Today in over 300 cities rallies are being held for said reason. People are walking for miles wearing special shirts, and going to monuments in their town. For example, if your going to the one in NYC they walk to the Brooklyn bridge. The purpose of this is to raise awareness of the war, and attract media attention to the cause. My friend was doing it, so I decided to help her out and stay mute for a day.
The rescue, was started by the invisible children foundation. Invisible children is a nonprofit organization deticated to helping raise awareness and bring aide to the people of Uganda. To find out more about the organization as well as their message go to
invisiblechildren.com I'll be blogging more about it in a few days. I was just introduced to the organization a few days ago by a friend.

happy Friday!

I don't know about you guys, but to me it just feels like Friday. Well most of you are probably rolling your eyes due to the fact that it is Friday. But for some reason today's felt so light and happy and lovely. It was 82 degrees outside today! My friend and I went to get a slushie and it was windy, and we didn't even freeze! I was actually SWEATING, which was wierd due to the fact that I've been freezing for the past fiveish months.
My parents are going to a sixties party for their friend's fiftieth bday, they got costumes. I had to teach my dad what a beatnik was. I told him about how beatniks snap instead of clap and for the rest of dinner he would snap like every three words. It was one of those 'you had to be there' things.
Speaking of the sixties, check out this old music videoish thing for "help"! Poor Ringo, he's just sitting there holding a umbrella. Haha, you gotta love him. I always feel bad for drummers, esspecially when bands do acoustic stuff. I don't know if other bands do this, but paramore sometimes has their drummer play bongos when they do acoustic sets.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ibX3TejlZE&feature=related
I love how he's just kinda staring at the umbrella like "why am I doing this?". And George keeps trying to peek over Paul's shoulder too. I don't like the person who directed this, they should've tried to get a shot with ALL the Beatles in it.
On a more solem note, tomorrow I'm doing the silent protest for the genocide in darfur! Come, be mute with me!

songs

I think it's safe to say most people love music. Some of us like music that will make our hips sway, and that has a bass line so loud it vibrates through you, like blood pulsing beneath a bruise. Well others just wish and want to go back to three magical days in 1969, and just once, a second, a minute, or a single glimpse, and see Janis Joplin at the top of her game.
Others like musicauls, and are Broadway bound. My social studies teacher never shuts up about the techno concerts in Chicago that she escapes to on weekends. And most people I know have had their lives shaped by four guys from Liverpool. Whose music can shape you and touch you and make you dance. It can give you a voice and this invisible force, like a shoulder to cry on. That you can't see but for some reason, you know it's there. Then there's those chords, that come blaring out of the radio... and you've never heard anything like it before and suddenly your hooked.
I think it's also safe to say that most people wanted to be famous at one point in their life. They wanted their name in lights, their name on the byline, their name next to the number one song on billboard. But really, this is just a ploy, they know in the back of their mind that they'll be just like dear old mom and dad. Or at least get stuck in a university at one point.
Then years later they'll work a nine to five job, the door will slam against the dry wall as the walk into their house. They'll kick off their shoes, pissed off and tierd, and having this nagging annoyance at the routine they fell into.
As that annoyance sets in, flavoring their every thought like the after taste of cough medicine, something will happen. And that something will take them back to the time when the sky was the limit.
Okay, I'm guilty of that too. I really, really, really, really, really,really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, want to be a writer when I'm out of highschool. Or a yoga teacher, that's what my mom does, so she'd know what to do and I like yoga. But the truth is, I suck. Everything I write is all rambling and winded and never gets to the point. Sometimes less is more.
Sorry if this post was long, I'm locking my lips for a school day, protesting the war in Africa.

The British hate me

On my email there's this thing where you can change it to different languges. When I first started fooling around with this, I changed it to Swedish. This was fabulous, until I remembered the extent of my Swedish speaking skills was your basic Ipod words. (I did this to my Ipod too, instead of 'install to power' it said 'anslut till stromlaka' I'm serious.)
Eventually I got tierd of clicking the wrong buttons, even though it's the native languge of ABBA, it's confusing. So I decided to honor the Beatles and change it to UK English.
Even though it's eaiser to understand, the British seem to hate me. My spam inbox was literally untouched until I switched it. Now I have to empty my spam section daily, unless I want emails asking me if 'my significant other is cheating on me', clogging up my inbox.

Why decimals confuse me/ top five reasons to hate math.

It's nine thirty. I should be half dead watching some cheap sitcom, but I felt guilty about not blogging. gasp, I made a habit! So anyway, why am I blogging now instead of my usual.. must check email before I explode, after school deal? One word: facebook.
My idiot evil, twin brother got a facebook. Even though my mom can get together with my best friends mom and MOCK IT FOR LIKE HALF AN HOUR STRAIGHT, my brother ignored that and got one anyway. Now normally I would totally play the "we're twins and we deserve to be equal, therefore I should have one too" card to my advantage. But none of my friends have a facebook because they all have super-young siblings and over protective parents. So I'm sticking with my blog.
One reason why I had to post right now is because I had to finish my math homework. So in honor of that... I present.
Math: five reasons to hate it.

1. It's confusing.
The moment I step into math class, this sort of white noise of ignorance washes over me. Seriously, if you want to get a response out of me after the first five minutes of class, good luck. This isn't just a new thing...EVEN IN KINDERGARDEN IT CONFUSED THE CRAP OUT OF ME.

2. Story problems suck.
Have you noticed that they use absolutely NO CREATIVITY when writing a story problem? Once I was taking a math quiz and there was a question about a cement block, see what I mean? And I don't know about you, but my math book uses the wierdest names. It's like.. "Mosami went to the grocery store..."
3. Who needs algebra?
Honestly I'm not going to walk into a grocery store one day and go, "If I have x amount of people coming to a party"
4. The creepy professor
In my math class we have to watch these insanely creepy tutorial videos. The guy who teaches them is named Edward. When they first started showing these videos, this fact enthralled me. But then I saw his face and I realized he had this thick, black, curly afro-dead ferret- mullett on top of his head. As the videos progressed I also noticed that he always wore the same tie and shirt, which made me think he was unsanitary. He also rambled about rasins for half a video once, it's snarky observations that my head was able to make like that, which made me learn NOTHING. Seriously, If you let me get started, I'm like my own what not to wear crew.
-one sec, intermission: la vie boheeeeemmmmm-
5. homework overload.
I can count on one hand how many times I haven't had math homework this year.
Ugh I'm tierd......

RENT

Last night my parents said I could rent a movie, so I snooped around On Demand and found the last Broadway performance of Rent. I ordered it naievely thinking that it wouldn't be as good as the movie, that's what all my friends had seen and they raved about it. I was wrong. It was so amazing, like you were at the show. I had a few songs from the movie on my Ipod so it was cool to see the songs being put into context of the play.
But other than being just, a must see for all musical lovers, it was a touching comentary on social issues. It had the whole nine yards, from a drag queen battling aids, to two lesbian lovers with a tibit of communication issues.
And I'm going to try and not make it sound like a disney movie, but there were so many lessons woven into the plot. The whole thing was basically just people trying to realize that they might not see their friends again, or even wake up breathing in the morning in Angel's case. It was a whole big giant yowl to those stuck in the rut of suburbia to LIVE IN THE MOMENT. I think it's safe to say that we all forget to do that sometimes. I constantly catch myself looking forward and thinking "if I get through this....blah blah blah will happen" and forgetting to enjoy my freetime.
One of the main numbers that kept popping up in the play was called "no day but today" one of the lyrics, "there's only here, there's only now" could sum up the play in three seconds.
And I'm going to stop typing now 'cause I have to go eat dinner.

decoding the blogger

We as people all have certain piviotal things in our lives that make us who we are. Whether they be a huge near death experience along the lines of "holy *&^% I almost died! I saw the light and found jesus!" or as subtle as an abandonded book on a shelf at Schulers showing you there's more to life to life than your hometown. Or a song blaring out of the radio of your car, sometimes it's the little things that make us who we are. Eventually they come together, some peices big and others barely noticable fragments, making up the patch work quilt of our personality. To say that you usually don't let other people influence you would be a lie, there has to be SOMETHING that made you scribble your name on the sign up sheet for your soon to be passion. Or maybe a novel so remarkable that it convinced you to write.
Over these next few days/post I'll be conducting a sort of analysis of myslef. Trying to look back and figure out what makes up myslef. Also, sorry I didn't post yesterday. I was sick again. Im counting this as yesterdays post, I'll be back today with the first thing.

boldy going nowhere

Hey the sun is shining, the grass is green with pestecides and sunshine, and where am I in this bout of springish joy? Stuck inside my little wooden cave criticizing myself. Sorry peeps, I know this will annoy you but it has to get out.
HOW CAN I CALL MYSELF A PEACE ACTIVIST? For one thing I can't even spell it right. For another thing I see people every day thinking the peace sign is just a fashion statement, not a symbol of unity and dreamers. If everyone thought that, we could do something. But unfourtunately, most don't they see it as the symbol on Selena Gomez's Tshirt. There may be a select few who know what that means, but average human stupidity drowns out the few sane left. Lets face it people.... this isn't the sixties. Right now, what do you hear about on the news?
How Wallstreet and their execs just lost xmillion dollars, not how people rallied to stop the war. If we stopped worrying about the cash in our pockets, and gave a thought about the fighting and those willfull souls over seas, maybe we could do something. But hey, I'm flashing peace signs as much as the next person. But instead of an actavist for a greater cause, I am seen as a wolf in the pack slash clique of life following the alpha female's trend.
Legacies of making love not war are faded for now, maybe in time they will gain their power back, but for now lets focus on things like...earth day! It's not a day to go around and flaunt your organic cotton Tshirt you snagged at target last minute, it's a day to enjoy natures beauty and give back a little.
So wounded souls of the long lost movement for unity, keep trying to revive lady peace. For one day she could breathe again. We as the younger generation, helped get a new president in office. Now maybe we can try to give peace a chance again.
This is a big topic to cover, i'm not sure about it myself. But I want to do something, my life feels so hollow and empty, like a cheap chocolate bunny with nothing but air inside. So I'm trying to figure out how to give it life and body inside it's inside, so far I haven't came up with much. Any ideas? Im a lost soul just looking under every nook and cranny for a purpose. And crying out to the people of the internet for ideas.

Wowzers we're halfway through the month already!

Yay Beda! Can't belive I'm actually keeping up with it. And now that I am hyped up on Beatles induced joy... I shall inform ya'll on some Beatles related news. George Harrison (ADORBS guitarist for the Beatles) has a star on the hollywood walk of fame! I found out this morning while I was munching on cheerios. I saw it on the little news strip at the bottom of the screen. I really wasn't paying attention to it but then I saw the words "Late Beatle" and "Geroge Harrison" My mind has like it's own google alert for those words. Teehee. Congrats to Georgie may he rest in peace!

shiver me timbers

Due to the fact that I spent the past forty eight hours watching TV in bed, I've had my fill of your standard morning news shows. GMA, Today, that one with Kathie Lee Gifford and the lady whose name sounds like Honda, yep i've seen it all, even suffered through the view once or twice. I have offically declared Whoopi Goldberg a creeper by the way.
Anywaysies, while I was watching the aforemeantioned morning news shows, when I wasn't snoozing away I got to catch up on the news of the world.
I can't belive there are still pirates! When I first heard the news... this following dialougeish thing came to mind.
Meredith: Arrrg Good Mornin' America! It's Meredith Viera here with Robin Roberts.
Robin: Did someone forget to have their coffee this morning? Because I swear I just heard you say "Arrg". Anyway, the Obama's got a puppy -is cut off by Meredith-
Meredith: Why yes I did say "Arrrg", I had an interview with the wife of one of the people on the American Boat that was taken on a joy ride by pirates.
-cuts to interview-
Meredith: So how did you first find out?
Pw (pirate wife: The government officals told me. My husband also managed to get reception at sea so he texted me after he was held hostage.
Meredith: Wow, how'd that happen?
PW: We have Verizon, they do sure go with you wherever!
Meredith: Do you still have the text?
PW: Why yes I do
"Mom i'm @ da movies w/ Sandi and Cheryl. Stole car keys off counter. I kno u keep them behind the cookie jar. Txt u after party @ Kyle's."
Meredith: :O
PW: Woops wrong one! Here it is
"I've been captured by somalian pirates. Jack Sparrow and Co are keeping us hostage. Text you once I take off my hook leg and get this patch off my eye. Send the parrot.
Meredith: Did he honestly say that?
PW: You don't understand... Polly is extremely reliable. We trained her using the parrot approved obedience methood of saltines and bird seed.
Meredith: NO NOT THE PARROT! *mutters under breath* I am a serious journalist... why does Diane get to be on twenty twenty and take five zillion vacations when I get stuck with the crazies who lack parenting skills?
PW: *lightbulb flashes over head* Ohhh I get it now! Yes he did say that.
Meredith: I need a vacation.
PW: Just don't go to Somalia! There are vengful pirates there!
Meredith: I know there are pirates! The purpose of this interview is to discuss them!! *head explodes in journalistic impaitence*
PW: *sniffle* I thought it was to promote my memoir! That's what the producer told me.
Meredith: Pirates are more important than your memoir honey.
PW: I'm so unappreciated! -storms off set- DON'T FORGET TO BUY "A SEA MANS LADY" OUT IN MAY 2OO9 IN BOOKSTORES NEAR YOU!
-Interview ends-
Robyn: Well that was...interesting. Now here's Al Roaker with the weather!

Adventures in Chicago/ chocolate ducks

Hello peeps! Did you notice that I was gone for four days? Well that was because I was in CHICAGO! *sets down suitcase with a thunk and starts to unpack* In case you didn't know this already, I come from a VERY small town. It's the kind of place where everyone knows everyone and if you want to go to the grocery store to say, just get some freaking pepsi and swedish fish, YOU CAN'T. Why? Because you'll run into fifty million people that you know, and you'll have to stop and talk. It takes my parents three hours to get through the grocery store, you can see why.

But despite my small-town upbringing, I can't stand small towns. They bore me, they annoy me for many reasons, and I've never liked them. Even when I was like seven I would get teary eyed a the possibility of going BACK THERE after three blissful days at my aunt's.

So when I got to Chicago, well calling me phsyced would be an understatement. First there was our hotel. IT WAS HUGE. We were on the 22nd floor, and you could see a bunch of huge buildings (and the river) when you looked out the window. At night the place was lit up like fireworks.

Our hotel, also had a revolving door. Now being from a small town, I had never seen one. When I first tried it I felt clausterphobic, as well as dizzy from spinning around. I also felt the over whelming urge to RUN AS FAST AS I COULD while in the door, despite the fact that there were people using little bits of door in front of me. Over time I came to love having MY own little section of door, and i miss it already.

While in Chi town, I also discovered pigeons. For some reason, I love them! My friend from NYC always complains about them, but I find something endearing in their little beady eyes and fat bodies. Unlike their cousin, the seagull who for some reason terrifies me.

We ate at the House of Blues one night, it was insanely amazing. There was art on every possible surface, and a big brass statue of a hindu god and or goddess in the gift shop.
We went to Easter brunch and I had a horrible tummy ache that night. I was sick today too.

random facts about me!

Hey people of the internet! In order for our blogger/reader relationship to become even better, I present to you....RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MOI!
All the smiley face's I draw have noses
I scribble the word "Riot" (from the paramore album) on almost anything, I do it without even thinking.
I can draw ALL the Beatles (and Stella) as stick figures.
IF something has black olives on it, I'll eat it
sitting with my legs crossed is most comfortable for me ( I do it in my sleep too)
I can't stand sleeping on my back
I draw patterns on my converse
I cant STAND hamburgers
My gerbil had red eyes
I named my fish after Leonardo Dicaprio because I loved him THAT much in Titanic
I can do a back handed namaste (when you put your hands in prayer postion behind your back)

HELP!

Wisdom o' the day
good guys are dead or fictional. Or unattainable. Why do you think the single ones are so? BECAUSE THEY ARE JERKS, AND SCUM TO THE GENERAL FEMALE KIND! THERE'S REASONS WHY PEOPLE CAN'T GET A DATE. I IS MAD.
WHY CAN'T PAUL MCCARTNEYS NEPHEW OR SOMETHING GO TO MY SCHOOL? OR ANYONE BRITISH FOR THAT MATTER.

cooking

I just tried to bake this zucchini bread thing with my mom. I spilled flour all over myself, and cinnimon. In fact I practically over dosed the recipe in cinnamon. I also nearly cut my thumb off while grating carrots. Note to self: don't apply forculinary school.

What the heck??

This has certainly been an odd Monday morning. Maybe it's because I've been listening to the sargent peppers album quite a lot lately, or the fact that it's Monday. But whatever it is, this certainly isn't what I would call normal.
First of all, since when could dogs get the flu? My dog went to the vet a few days ago, and she came back with some meds and a stomach flu. You know how when you go the doctors office, you often go home sicker than you were BEFORE you went there? Well that's what happened with my dog. She had this horrible flu that made her puke all around the house for days.
And when she was finally better, she passed on the doggie flu to MY OTHER DOG! Who totally went to the restroom all around the house this morning, moral of the story: don't step where the paper towels are.
Second, what's up with the view? Now I knew that Barbra Walters and company were already considerably physco, but not stupid enough to think they were one with Shrek. This morning I was flipping channels, and I stopped on ABC, only to hear that Whoopi Goldberg felt a resemblence to the famous green ogre. She even had her hair in these little puff things that looked like ogre ears, and she wore a supermassive kelly green blouse. Craziest thing about it is: this mornings episode was about "decoding your teenager" they were going to try to learn how to text. *bites tounge to keep from laughing.* I must study this further!
Peace

just keep blogging

Hey Everyone! So far blogging has been going well, so what if I missed a day? Im still doing it! As of right now I would like to thank Maureen Johnson for keeping me motivated to blog via her blog.

So since I'm not going anywhere very interesting for spring break, today I'm going to talk about...

GOING PLACES! For those of you who have read Maureens books, you know that lots of them are about...TRAVELING! Crazy European adventures, romance, stroopwaffle, Starbucks musicauls; wrapped in a box full of European adventure and tied with a bow of accents and ABBA! Did that increadibly confusing sentence not make you want to read the book? If so... then your probably sane if I confuse you, but still.. read the book! Sorry if I sound hyper, the two pepsi's I just indulged in probably play a part. There are reasons why my caffine intake is minimal you know. The fact that I just watched the Mr. Kite scene from "Across the Universe" probably didn't help much either.
Anywaysies, traveling! I don't know about you but, I LOVE TRAVELING! Maybe it's due to the fact that I hardly ever leave the state, and live in a miniscule town. But, for some reason whenever I go to a new place, esspecially a big city, I explode in happiness. Well they say you always want what you can't have.
One of my main ambitions is not to win a nobel prize, or any big award for that matter. But simply to GET THE HECK OUT OF HERE! I wanna go places, and not when i'm eighty and I've spent my whole life in a suburb! I say live it up while your young!
Places I hope to go
Vive Paris (aren't I girly?)
India
New York City (big apple here i come)
London
California
Colorado
Canada
and lots of other places.
I esspecially want to go to PARIS! I love EVERYTHING French, the food, the clothes, the languge! I take French and I can speak it pretty well, I use it in everyday conversation whether the person I'm speaking to is fluent or not. Pour example.
Bonjour les persons ou blogger! J'aime lise, joue gymnastique, et mange les cusine Francais. Je n'aime pas les devoirs, les Jonas Brothers et moi frere. Tu s'apelle Frank.
I know more but it escapes me at the minute!
I also really want to go to India! My aunt went once and she brought back pictures of beautiful bhuddist temples. I love the philosiphies in Bhuddism, and I practice yoga regularly.
A bientot

and while were still talking about the card thing

I think the cards should play the whole song! Thirty seconds of my fav John Lennon song is not enough! But shortness aside, its an awesome card! I shall cherish it foreva!

fun with my John Lennon card/ appreciating ABBA

Helloooo everyone! I'm esspecially chipper today because...
my lovely Auntie got me a John Lennon card that sings "Give Peace a Chance"!!!!!!!
It's so AMAZING!!! I just flip open the card and John Lennon starts serenading me! For once in my life I<3>
Unfourtunately, there have been times where I've hated Hallmark (well more specifically the card isle at target)'s guts.
Once upon a time I was looking for a card for my friend Sally's birthday. She was going to offically be a teenager by the time that card was recived, so I decided it needed to be flipping awesome. So on New Year's eve my mom and I went to Target, I got some random folders and crap that are probably gathering dust in my room right now. And then we went to the card isle. At first glance, there were lots of cool cards, they had stuff like the beatles and guitars on them. But upon closer inspection, I REALIZED THEY WERE ALL FOR BOYS! And they said stuff like "he" on them, noticably so, which would make it impossible for me to sharpie draw an "S" to the he without looking cheap.
So I kept searching in the card isle, until I had an idea. I needed to find a card that sang ABBA! It was an ingenious plan, my friend and I ADORED ABBA! We were the lead singer ladies for Halloween. So I searched
and I searched
and I searched
and I couldn't for the life of me find a card that sang ABBA. So, I went home defeated and wrote my friend a story instead. Not that I'm saying that it wasn't fun, I had fun writing it and I suck at other home made stuff so that was basically the only solution. But I'm just saying that if HallMark would've just made a freaking card that sang 'dancing queen' it would've been convient. because my story was about me not finding a card that sang 'dancing queen' and taking matters into my own hands, and doing it the hard way. Which was to fly to Sweden, and persuade ABBA to come back to the states with me by impersonating a British Orphan, and an Avon sales lady.
So FYI Hallmark, if your reading this...
if there is any justice in the world there should be a card that sings Swedish Disco!!!!!!!!!!! Just a suggestion... BECAUSE ALL THE REST OF THE CARDS SO DIDN'T SUCK!<--SARCASM

29 days of blogging

Maureen Johnson posted a challenge summoning all us bloggers out there to blog every day for thirty days. And in case you haven't read the title, I'm accepting. Except I started a day late, so I'll be blogging until May second. After all, what do I have to lose? It wouldn't hurt me to try to finish something for once.
Maureen Johnson based this challenge on the fact that you always have something to say. Which we all do. Hey, we've got the right to freedom of speech, why not use it?
I never finish anything. I always start something out with such a fever and passion that I know it won't last. It makes me kind of sad, like i've never accomplished anything. It also makes me feel like i have literally no work ethic. So I herby pledge, that will make a firm attempt at blogging every day from here on out.

Right now i'm listening to a cover of "turn your lights down low" origonally by Bob marley, but it's Colbie Calliatt singing it. Her voice is so smooth and effortless in this. It sounds lovely, but for me the drumming is a little uptight for regge. That's my only complaint.
And while were on that subject, Megan ruined the song on American Idol. I know this sounds mean, but she sounded like she was croaking, esspecially at the end. You could hear this little cork in her voice.
I might take up the guitar, I feel like I need and outlet. Plus I love music, and I think it would be fun. I'm not expecting to become one of those overnight youtube celbrities for my cover of "beat it" or whatever, just for fun. Im not going to become one of those girls who sounds like she's being strangled while she sings, yet forms a girl band anyway. Unlike some contestents on American Idol during audition season, I don't need Simon, Paula, Randy or Cara to inform me that I cant sing.
Even though she's been on the show for a long time now, it feels wierd including Cara as a judge. Is it just me or does it feel like she's kind of intruding on the famous threesome? That's all I have to say for now.
Peace&cookies

Lessons from blue october

If you've heard their music before, you know it can reduce you to tears. You know it can comfort you when you feel like an utterly useless human being. And if you compare "Approaching Normal" and "Foiled" it's obvious, Justin's changed. I heard somewhere that he just had a kid, and it shows in his music. He's more optomistic, "Jump Rope" comforts you too, it reminds you that there's hope. Now what's the point of this point, other than the fact that it keeps me from doing H.W?
The point is that CHANGE CAN BE A GOOD THING! You may be perfectly fine, but change will do you good. This year has been fine, that's it. But the thing is FINE ISN'T AN EMOTION! It's the one thing you say when you don't feel anything. It's the default feeling. Change makes you feel things, maybe that's why were scared of it. Once were fine, we get used to drifting through days and not noticing anything. But when things change, we live in the moment 'cause before we know it something will happen again, and we want to preserve this moment of happiness.
So if somethings changing around you, appreciate it! It's much better than being stuck in a rut

Blue October went missing!

Okay so last night, I was on Itunes and I screamed in joy. Now various people of the internet, you may be asking "Why?". Well the reason why is because BLUE OCTOBERS NEW ALBUM IS OUT! Or so I thought. I just went on Itunes to buy some more songs off it, and when I clicked it said "not avliable in US store"! Ugh, that makes me MAD!!!!! I bought a song off last night AND IT WAS AMAZING! I love blue october!
Now my question to yall is, have you ever been cheated by Itunes?

peace starts with a smile

I saw that on a water bottle yesterday, and it's right. Other than the water bottle being extremely adorable (and eco friendly) it had some wisdom typed upon it's chrome surface.
I was talking to my friend yesterday, and we were talking about how people are too wrapped up in their own lives. Which before you accuse me of being accusing, think about it.
If some random stranger smiles at you on the street, what do you do? Do you smile back and wave or look away? Nine times out of ten, people don't smile back. Seriously, just go out on the street and try it, you'd be surprised.
Later that day my friend and I stopped in starbucks for a cookie. We split the cookie in two, and proceeded to munch. When suddenly a starbucks employee came up to the trash can beside us, and began to take the bag out. The bag got stuck halfway out, and the employee tugged and tugged but the bag wouldn't budge. So my friend went over and tried to help her, she wasn't doing much, just holding the can so the employee didn't have too. But the employee stopped her. Apparently the simple act of aiding a barista with a troubling trash can was against store policy.
Did you hear that?

IT'S AGAINST STORE POLICY TO HELP SOMEONE! That makes me SO mad.
It should be against store policy to bad mouth an employee. It should be against store policy to sue starbucks because your frappucino was cold.
The last thing that should be against store policy is helping someone.
Another thing that bugs me is that we as a society are SO FREAKING APPREHENSIVE TOWARDS STRANGERS! Seriously, one of the first little life lessons that I remember learning when I was like four was 'don't talk to strangers'. Maybe that's why we don't smile back. Because just maybe they could be trying to sell you drugs. Or POSSIBLY their just some nice person who wanted to let you know that you are important. Gee, ever think of that?
A couple hours later, my friend and I were still in starbucks. An elderly woman sitting at the table beside us began to strike up a conversation. She told us how mature we sounded, and how delightful it was to listen to us, not that she was eavesdropping. We didn't mind. I was on my phone at the time, but as soon as the call ended. I told the woman hello.
The world needs more people like that lady.

So good people of the internet, I have a proposition for ya. This week I want you to go out and do seven random nice things. Give a penny instead of take one. Drop some change on the street. Smile at someone, and be okay if they don't smile back.
Let's make this week 'smile for strangers' you'd be surprised at what little things like that can do.

Peace

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*peeks out timidly from corner* bonjour world! Welcome to my blog. I don't know why I'm doing this. Maybe I need an outlet, maybe I'm bored. Or maybe I just want some stupid reassurance, that someone, somewhere will hear me. I know it would be cliche to say I'm misunderstood, but seriously. I have to repeat half the things I say.
Umm lets start with the basics.
I like peace. War is generally dumb, just a bunch of guys trying to kill each other over land, or prejeduice or a combo of the two. People take borders too seriously. Maybe if we stopped dividing up the world like a cake, then we could live in peace.

I love books. Books open up new doors and fill your head with wonderous ideas and philosiphies. Those who ban books don't understand that books teach us lessons on how to handle situations that you are clearly attempting to sheild people from.

I write, I find it to be an outlet of some sort. I can't sing to save my life or do the splits, but at least I can paint pictures in people's heads. Plus, writing makes people feel things. When people feel things, it means you've spoken to them in some sort of way.

I love music. I like a lot of sixties artists like Janis Joplin, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, and the Beatles. I esspecially like paramore. They are the best band and the world! Hayley's voice is so rich and emotional! You can tell when any of them step onto the stage that they WERE BORN FOR THIS! Haha, song title refernce. Their amazing to watch live, and their albums give me comfort. Who knew one could find peace amongst guitar riffs?
That's all for now. Please comment, tell me about whatever you want. :-)
Peace :)