What I've Learned Thus Far...

Since I was born after the 1930s, television has always been apart of my life and I've always had one in my house. My parents love to watch movies, so I've always watched a lot of movies, and just like plenty my age, it's my own social tutor. This is what TV and movies has taught me:

1. Love doesn't exist. It's a marketing tool. You can know that you're not in love, if you're feeling what any character who is in love in any romantic movie, ever felt.
2. If you're not popular, and you want to be popular, you will never be popular.
3. Nothing about how to deal with awkward moments, like what happens between asking a girl out, and showing up at her house. Like for instance, any information that might help you get to her house.
4. Moms are crazy.
5. ALL aunts are crazy.
6. How NOT to break up with someone.
7. Every pick up line, romantic quote, metaphor about the heart, ever.
8. How to run dramatically into someone's arms.
9. How to ignore people in public.
10. How to disguise yourself as a man in a mustache
11. That you should never put headphones in your friend's ear, and then tell them from a distance how to hit on a girl. Although I still REALLY wanna try it.
12. How to be awkward.
13. How to waste time.
14. How to piss people off.

Thanks for reading :) Please Comment or I will be forced to fall off the Seattle Space Needle into my untimely death. 

"Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid b   h by her nappy a s weave
She started talkin s  t, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe"

Too Many Reasons for Trouble

This was originally a Facebook note from December 22, 2010

I hate creaking old houses, and I hate making noises when I walk. 

I hate cold rainy days and long romantic talks.

I hate when my hair chooses to be rebellious. 

I hate watching football, and I hate to be alone.

I hate feeling like an outsider.

I hate being around my friends when no one has anything to say. 

I hate when they don't get "no". 

I hate keeping secrets, and I hate when I can't know.

I hate when people hate good music. 

I hate when I put myself before others.

I hate when my friends hate my friends.

I hate when people don't give anyone a chance.

I absolutely hate first impressions.

I hate when people can't forgive.

I hate when people are over dramatic and I hate when they're up so high on their horse to get offended because "how dare they say that to ME."

I hate having to be patient, to the point of numbness.

I hate when my friends hate their parents. 

I hate hatred. I absolutely can't stand it.

Hate. I hate to say it. 

~Hatred is the biggest sin~

Playa be Hatin'

I Realized After I Posted This That it Didn't have a Title

I think I'm going to write to you guys today. Its funny that I do this, most of my friends don't even read and I don't know who reads this....all my views are from myself.

But, in an attempt to recapture your fickle attentions, I'm going to talk about myself!! I know you all love it when people talk about themselves. Especially when it's a long monologue that you can't contribute into!! Although you see, I'm not sure what to tell you all about, you see,

1. I can't ever decide what kind of person I am. I guess I'm insane like that. What I mean is that my views, on almost everything change periodically. Every few months, every few weeks, every year, from day to day, you can ask me my opinions and get different, yet utterly passionate answers.
2. I am featured, in a book of my friend's. It's a fiction, so the character is not me, just simply inspired, and slightly based by me. I am the hardcore, comic relieve. In this book, we attend a private school. I do such activities as dance on tables, only wear my uniform 4 days of the week, and on the days that I do wear my uniform, I do not wear it um, properly? I guess? Ex. A tie around my head, out of dress code pants, etc. So, by this you can see what people think of me. :)
3. I am very popular at school; with the drama, band and choir nerds. I am their sovereign ruler.
4. The other day, I was very hyper. I came home, ran around my house like a tyrannosaurus rex, jumped on everyone's bed, and while my little brother and sister were playing outside with their friends, I opened up my sister's window and shouted incoherently at them. I tried to ride my sister's bike, but I was too big. So I tried to ride my older brother's bike, but I was too short. That makes for a pretty picture. After that, I went inside and gangsta rapped. Then, I head banged to some screamo. 
5. I've been sitting here for about an hour, trying to think of a number 5.
6. I really want my hair to grow. I wish I was contempt with easily manageable hair, I just don't think I could be happy unless I invested all of my time into my hair.
7. I'm trying to decide whether I should stick with Theatre Production for my second elective class next year or switch it to Journalism
8. I really want this camera. I mean, I Really. Want this camera:

PENTAX x90 26x Optical Zoom 12.1 MP


So I hoped you learned something new about me. I'm running low on wit and charm, so post a comment. PLLEEEASE tell me what you're thinking and um, give me some ideas?? I aim to please.

"Oh the boy's a slag, the best you ever had,
The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams 
Aren't as daft as they seem,
Not as daft as they seem,
My love when you dream them up."


-Arctic Monkeys

Drunken Lullabies

I have a book. A book of quotes, because I think I'm hilarious, and I like to remember the things I say. But not only that, there's quotes from movies, and things. Mainly, it's just stuff from when I hang out with my best friend. Here's some things from that book: (substitute names)

Pedro: I win
Me: U win?
Pedro: eodihredn rltiewjwao feklrah
Me: WTH?
Pedro: Ha, I win the confusing game, I confused you, I get all the Apples.
Me: Dangit, I had something planned for dem apples.
Pedro: Well you can give me all of the Apples or 3/4 of the Bananas
Me: Well I has no Bananas, so I will give you 3/4 of nothing.
Pedro: Erm, I agree to your terms.


"Don't tell my toes I said that. They'll have self-esteem issues. They are more confident than most toes."


"Look at his face! It's all facey!"


Me: I put the cookies in the baking machine
Julia Fitzburger: The baking machine?
Me: Yes, the hot box.


"I don't know why massaging the popcorn seemed like a good idea..."


"That was like two straight minutes of retarded."


"It's PANDAmoneum!!"


Me: Collasoally Cool, Man!
Julia Fitzburger: Yeah Man, Totally Tubular!!


"Please buy me a rabbit"


"OMG, I'ma fireplace!!"


"I like your babies!!"
(Actually said to an actual stranger in the mall who had actual babies ^.^)


Beatrice Burrito: 0 trans fat!!
Me: Oh! Thank God! I hate trans fat! The make me feel so fat, and....transy...
Beatrice Burrito: They make me feel so transexually fat.


Taco Tom: AH! My nipples! Hold on, let me finish my ice cream first.


La Herramienta: Did you guys drink anything?
Barbie: Yeah...?
La Herramienta: Did you drink apple juice?


Madre: I love you. You smell nice.


"That's what happens when I eat pop."


"Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion!!"

And then there's a long list of area codes, because, um, I got bored......

"Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach 
As I want you to be
As as trend, as a friend
As an old memory"

Can you hear this? Do you need me to turn it up?

This morning I got dumped. And I was okay with it, and I saw it coming. So why am I in tears now?
I got the TEXT and laughed. Why am I in tears now?
I knew it was going to end eventually. This is what I've been waiting for this whole time. So why am I in tears now?
He didn't talk to me all day yesterday, and the day before that, I was completely bitchy. It's not like I loved him. So why am I in tears now?
I was fine all day. Why am I in tears now?


Fact is, he was the best boyfriend I've ever had.
Honestly, I never wanted to start dating him in the first place.
Fact is, he's not like any other guy I know.
Honestly, I knew he didn't mean it, every time he told me he loved me.
Fact is, I've never been so happy, spending time with someone.
Honestly, I'm not that girl who lets people hurt her.
Fact is. He Hurt Me.

I can be fine. Around all those people, in school. I'm alone with my thoughts and completely miserable.
It can't help at all when he sends me a text. It doesn't help at all when he contradicts me. 


My confidence is at an all time low.  It's good to know he's honest enough to tell me that he broke up with me for another girl. Whether he realizes he told me that or not. I lie, and I say I'm okay. But I'm not okay.

Tell me I'm beautiful.

And here we go again,

With all the things we said

And not a minute spent

To think that we'd regret

So we just take it back,

These words and hold our breath

Forget, these words we swore we meant

I'll write you fast to let you know 

That I'm alright,

Can't say I'm sad to see you

Go, Cuz I'm not.

-Paramore

I may say it was your fault
Cause I know you could have done more

Oh you're so naive yet so

How could this be done
By such a smiling sweetheart
Oh and your sweet and pretty face

-The Kooks

The Difference Between You and Me is That I'm Not On Fire, Or Something Like That

I don't feel like writing because I have nothing to talk about, but I really want to write. Because that makes perfect sense, shut up. 


So Wednesday I got a haircut, which I am pretty excited about. I'm dying it. Some time, in the future, which is pretty frickin' exciting and stuff. 


The Sun Shines On a Rainy Day
The Cameras Tell me what to say
And We don't wait,
For that second hand to move


Alright. So I have this English teacher. Well of course I only have one, I don't know why anyone would have more than one English teacher at a time. It's like having more than one car, or house. You only use one so why do you need two? So this lady, well, she reminds me of Dolores Umbridge. I swear to Harry Potter, she is the scariest lady I have ever met. I just want to slap her every time she smiles at me. She makes us take notes on short stories but we don't get to write them. She's evil. Anyway, she gave us this disgusting project, (The 15th one this school year) about Henry V. No discussions, no books have been mentioned about Henry V, I really don't know what he has to do with English, because she didn't tell us, she just handed out the project description with subjects to do our project on.  Oh the Kooks are on, it's impossible for me to think unhappy thoughts. Sorry, this blog is over. As if you were enjoying this anyway.

"Looks are deceiving, making me believe it,
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey
So won't you go far,
Tell me you're a keeper
Not about to lie down for cause
But you don't pull my strings 
Cuz I'm a better man,
Moving on to better things."

You're So Cute When You're Full Of......

No matter how I might fight it, I'm a hopeless romantic. But the last year and maybe more have been spent realizing how stupid it is to make yourself fall in love, or to think you're in love, at least at this point in my life, and so on and so forth. I hate this realization. I want to be carelessly euphoric, and naive. Because I have an amazing person in my life, but I know it means nothing, and it's so hard to enjoy something you know is going to end.  I do enjoy it. Plenty. Just not as much as I wish I did. Music isn't the same anymore. Lately, I just can't get into music like I used to. It doesn't make me feel the same. Because somewhere, sometime, someone told me that that was crap, and the pressure to be perfect is beginning to eat at me. Who Knew?

It seems like everything is fake. The people, some music, the food, the toys, EVERYTHING on TV.... People who I used to call my friends will have nothing to do with me anymore. And the biggest thing, when someone who I once considered my best friend, someone who hated the main of main stream, every preppy girl who ever walked past, and every preppy fad you could think of...... completely absorbed by everything she used to hate. Worst of all, that girl can NOT figure out how to cover her ENTIRE face with makeup, because people can still see that 1/2 inch all around your face you didn't get. 

Anyways, I wrote this to complain about how the guy I'm with is completely ridiculous, but so sweet, and how I know that he's going to realize how much he doesn't mean anything he's ever said. 

So yeah, that's that, and oh yeah, it's April Fool's Day..... Happy That......

Um, however you spell goodbye in Spanish.....


"Weighed Down With Words 
Too, Over Dramatic
Tonight it's 'It can't get much worse'
Versus 'No one should ever feel like'"