Dah dah dah DAAAAH

i just realized how emo nemo that last post was, so i decided to relieve all of you out there. i'm doing fine. the school is cool and the people are cooler.

i'm not gonna be here for a while. the hours for this school are CRAZY. so i'll see ya when i see ya.

Gack.

i am not going to post again until the weekend unless things get a lot worse.

i want to go back home. i hate the school here. the teachers are dumbasses, the high schoolers are friggin mean (i guess they're nicer when they're forced to share a school with you), and the dress code is dumb.

i mean, seriously. no facial hair for guys? hairstyles must not be distracting? what is this, hairspray?

and don't call me a whiny bitch. i already know that.

it's just...this is TORTURE. it's like a prison. now i understand why hallie palmer dropped out.

aah. god. i'm done, for now.

Public School Systems Suck

they should have written it in the constitution. everyone in the system agrees.

public schools suck. a lot.

i have a crazy teacher that i have for three classes (is that unbelievable?) and then a coupla a nice teachers and then this one that hates me.

what did i do? i don't even KNOW her. she doesn't even know ME.

like i said. everything should be private from now on, or like my old school.

Woweegee.

i haven't been on in a while. wow. i didn't notice.

aaaaaaaaaaaanyway. onto the bigger stuff. the cousins aren't as horrendous as i remember them. they're acting okay.

the move's going better. i met some people. however, i have this horrible internal conflict that you're about to hear about. (my life's better than the o.c. trust me on this one.)

i met this group o' guys and a few girls. one of the guys reaaaally likes me.

but. but, but, but. this group o' guys is the kind that i despise. you know the kind. the kind of guys that think they know everything, think they can get any girl, kinda skaterish, SEEM like they would be the perfect boyfriend (vickers: think ian and his little crowd).

they're actually kind of nice once you get to know them. but they're completely and totally clique-ish.

and there's the little fact that i only like this guy that reaaally likes me as a friend.

i mean, come one. he was my first friend here. first friends are NOT supposed to become boyfriends. it should be an unwritten rule.

maybe they can when they're like, 21 or something, after becoming best friends and the best friend sprouts some attractiveness, but then you're supposed to be a romantic comedy.

and then i actually like his other friend that's prolly a year younger than me, but totally sweet and nice and sensitive and not gay like you'd think all sweet, nice, sensitive young men are.

does this not suck? or am i being completely and totally superficial?

anyway.

i had a sad moment earlier today. i saw sisterhood of the traveling pants (2).

i've got a pair of traveling pants, you know. one of my friends signed the back pocket (he shall remain unnamed...) and said: "i own your ass!!!"

so i can't wear them to school. oh well. i don't think i was going to, anyway.

okay, so random subject: you should always have books that you want to read again and again. and authors that write the books that you want to read again and again. my titles include: peaches, by jodi lynn anderson; gossip girl: the carlyles (my guilty pleasure, along with many other books) by cecily von ziegar; the year of secret assignments, by a person who i can't remember the name of; prom, by laurie halse anderson; speak, by laurie halse anderson; twisted, by laurie halse anderson; all the alex rider books by anthony horowtiz. and many more.....

likewise, there should be movies you want to see again and again. i have less of those: roman holiday (best movie EVER), ocean's 11 (1960 and 2001 versions), death at a funeral, pretty much anything with audrey hepburn, and many more.

back onto my hopefully non-existent love life.

so. the guy that reaaaally likes me (we'll call him "bob") knows i'm not interested in a relationship. the part he doesn't know is that i'm only not interested in a relationship with him.

i'm a jerk. i screwed up.

but the thing is, i can't take hurting people. it's inevitable, but i'd rather be the one to get hurt. it doesn't show in any of my previous relationships (the longest of which was about three weeks. or two months. i lost track, but it's still not very long. anyway, i broke up with all the guys, excluding the one where we grew apart and he came out of the closet, and it hurt them alot), but, a lot of stuff doesn't show in my previous relationships.

it's good to let all this out. everyone should get a blog at some point in their life when things are stressful.

i suck.

onto other things, now.

i had surgery yesterday. i love anaesthesia, but only while it's working. afterward, it sucks.

it made me nauseated and tired and gave me a headache. ugh. i can still feel the after effects.

lets talk about the presidential stuff!

i'm a democrat, liberal, and in full support of barack obama.

i like john mccain though. he's got a good sense of humor. did anyone see him on saturday night live?

anyway. this is not a reason i'm supportive of barack obama, but a friend of the family used to go to school with him.

i support his political ideas, and the way he's making presidential election promises to concentrate on alternative forms of energy.

i would say "onto other things," but i'm afraid i've run out of things to say.

surprising, huh?

well, i've got a lot of surprises.

and one of them is that the ghost thing on vickers' blog, rock and roll, completely and totally FREAKED ME OUT. and not in a good way.

my sister's afraid of ghosts. i think she instilled the fear in me. or maybe it was the video.

it's just that, i've been seeing a lot of ghost videos lately. well, not a lot, but enough to scare me. i'm not superstitious, i just get freaked out easily.

has anyone ever seen that one ghost video of that hispanic ghost who died and people got in a car crash because of her? and now the vickers thing...

ack. now i'm freaked out. gotta go watch some college humor stuff on youtube. (shakes)

Tear...

i've been in mourning for four days now.

why? i finished breaking dawn on august third, 2008, at around 8:00 a.m. reading time: 1 a.m. to 3 a.m., short sleeping break, 7 a.m. to 8 a.m.

i cringed at least 12 times in that book.

so. i am just going to forget breaking dawn and make up my own ending for the first three books.

at least bella was turned, though.

BREAKING DAWN SOOO CLOSE!!!!

sos. i'm going to a breaking dawn party tomorrow, and i need help.

i don't know what to wear.

with that in mind, look at what i did to index cards. look below (captions say what the card says, in case you can't read it).

what it says: real men sparkle. (team edward forever.)




what it says: vampires don't need red bull.

edward cullen: sexier than you since world war I.

alice cullen: quirkier than you for as long as she can remember.

you know what? i just got bored with that. i'm just going to type out the rest.

jasper hale: charming ladies since the civil war.
emmett cullen: stronger than you since the depression.
rosalie hale: better than you since...well, forever.
isabella marie swan: has not lived very long (in vampire terms ;0]) but has shown the world that she is the clumsiest person ever.

"i prefer brunettes."
-edward cullen.

well, there's hope for some of us.

songs on the cullen family (bella included) playlist:
blood, blood
read my mind
dirty little secret
death and all his friends
clumsy
lovestoned (emmett...)
dead!
stop and stare (coughrosaliecough)
famous last words
your guardian angel
stay young
breathing
the harvard variations
grand theft autumn
slow down
no aiiiiiiir
the emo song!

it's so sad that there's no boys like girls. :'0[ oh well. i made a playlist full of music to play while i'm reading breaking dawn (-shakes, grins wildly, chatters teeth, screams happily, drinks more monster, passes out and wakes up covered in red, black, and white paint [colors of the breaking dawn cover. i am so obsessiiiiiiiiiiive] with an i love jasper AND edward tattoo-) and IT includes several boys like girls songs. all of the above songs (not including no air...i hate that song with a passion, but thought it would be cool up there 'cause vampires can't breathe...HA HA HA!) are on there, except i didn't have enough money to buy the emo song and my computer rejects limewire because of the dumb security thing. (wow. that was a long sentence.)

i'll probably write more saturday morning, seeing as i'm going to be freaking out about breaking dawn all day tomorrow then grinning wildly when i FINALLY get my copy at midnight.

another thing i started out meaning to put in this post: SOMEONE's birthday is coming up VERY VERY SOON. first person to guess who gets an internet cookie. here's a hint: it's not mine.

i'm just so friggin excited. i even changed my buddy info to my favorite part of the entire twilight saga. here's a copy, but just warning you there are NEW MOON SPOILERS AHEAD. I REPEAT, THERE ARE NEW MOON SPOILERS AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT YET READ NEW MOON, THE SECOND BOOK IN THE TWILIGHT SAGA, BY STEPHENIE MEYER. THERE ARE NEW MOON SPOILERS AHEAD.

crap. it didn't do it right. (i do know that i could just erase all that, but i once read a book called the year of secret assignments, awesome booke, and it was all about this pen pal project. the six people it was about never really erased anything, they just let their thougts go down. so i decided to never erase anything, unless it really does need to be erased. awesome, right?)

i'll just tell you the page that it was on: page 452 of new moon, starting from "amazing" and ending at "i'll take it."

that is seriously my favorite part of the ENTIRE TWILIGHT SAGA. i've read it as much as a person possibly can.

new moon is my favorite, by the way.

this got longer then i meant for it to. i'm guessing it's because of the pictures. :0].

i can't wait until tomorrow. :0] :0] :0]

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sean isn't mad at me anymore. the world is right again.

once upon a time there was a girl who liked energy drinks and chocolate.

one day, she discovered that she was allergic to the chocolate she loved so dearly. she tried to take an advil and eat it, but she broke out in hives.

she wept all day and all night for twelve days and nights and then died in a pool of her own tears.

the end.

it's a sick, sick world when someone is allergic to chocolate.

good thing i'm not.