Just learned my first song on guitar!
Can you say Mary Had A Little Lamb?!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
You Waited By The Window, I Waited By The Door.
Lately, I have been okay. Utterly bored to the point of it being near tragic, but good. Nothing rather eventful has occured. Some things have become straightened out, some more muddled, much like my bedroom. It's getting almost warmer. February Vacation starts tomorrow when I get home. I don't really have many plans yet. Currently listening to Fire on the Mountain by Hanson. Don't mock me, I like the former MMmBop-ers. My nails are blue. Eighties dance was Friday. It was an interesting experience. I have nothing else in particular to remark on.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Ketchup.
(Note: This title is a pathetic attempt at being funny and clever. Try to ignore it).
I haven't posted in a while. I've just had nothing to post about. . . And I've been a little busy blog-wise, becoming acquainted with my three other blogs. . . It's a problem.
I have nothing really to post. I'm just going to stop now.
I haven't posted in a while. I've just had nothing to post about. . . And I've been a little busy blog-wise, becoming acquainted with my three other blogs. . . It's a problem.
I have nothing really to post. I'm just going to stop now.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
To E and N. Clarifications.
Now that I'm calm, I would like to say that I'm not mad at anyone, especially the one of you who reads this blog. Referred to as E. You both, and K as well, have been amazing friends to me this year. I was just upset.
Shut Up And Let Me Go.
Current Mood: Angry. No, rather furious.
This is just ridiculous. I'm too angry to put any effort into attempting to sound eloquent and intelligent today. I honestly don't know where to start, but then again I don't even know when this whole thing started. I've been friends with one of my closest friends, let's call her N, for a long time, since around the end of sixth grade. So where on EARTH do people get off basically thinking that I have to go through *them* to get to my good friend, no one of my *best* friends? I honestly don't understand when the girls who say mean, downright rude things to you get to practically run your life. Honestly, I'm curious. If you're reading this, and you know who you are, why is it that I can't hang out with my friend on Friday nights? Because it would piss you off? Or because you "called dibs" or something sick like that when you made fun of her and played it off as a joke?
It sickens me to hear what you say about her to her face. That is a TWISTED friendship. So yes, I hope you make a comment in front of me. Don't consider this a threat, a fight instigation, or in any way a mean message. It's a reality check. You're mean to her, and then proceed to get mad if I want to spend a Friday night with her.
This is just ridiculous. I'm too angry to put any effort into attempting to sound eloquent and intelligent today. I honestly don't know where to start, but then again I don't even know when this whole thing started. I've been friends with one of my closest friends, let's call her N, for a long time, since around the end of sixth grade. So where on EARTH do people get off basically thinking that I have to go through *them* to get to my good friend, no one of my *best* friends? I honestly don't understand when the girls who say mean, downright rude things to you get to practically run your life. Honestly, I'm curious. If you're reading this, and you know who you are, why is it that I can't hang out with my friend on Friday nights? Because it would piss you off? Or because you "called dibs" or something sick like that when you made fun of her and played it off as a joke?
It sickens me to hear what you say about her to her face. That is a TWISTED friendship. So yes, I hope you make a comment in front of me. Don't consider this a threat, a fight instigation, or in any way a mean message. It's a reality check. You're mean to her, and then proceed to get mad if I want to spend a Friday night with her.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down
Current State: Rather uncomfortable despite the fact that I'm in the ugliest sweats I own.
Current Song: Dear Prudence, Across The Universe Version.
Current Mood: In a mood. That's about all there is.
I'm in a mood.
In case you hadn't previously figured that.
I'm in one of those combat boot, stomp in a mud puddle, crush flowers, hating the world, black eyeliner, warpaint, scoweling mood. I'm not positive what has put me into this mood. I think it may be the people I'm forced to be around, living in Connecticut. You know. THOSE girls. The ones like I used to be. Let me profile them for you. I was not one of THESE girls through and through, but I had most of the characteristics. You can guess which parts were not me, because I'm a good kid.
THOSE girls:
THOSE girls are the girls with the blonde hair with hair products that soaked into their brains, making them think that londe meant dumb. They wear strictly Abercrombie and Fitch and Hollister, and Old Navy is practically a dirty word, usually accompianied by a crinkle of their ski slope noses. They claim to love rap, rock, or some other form of "hardcore" music. These are the girls who have a large circle of friends who all hate each other, but know they look good together, and therefore continue to hang out. They're completely boy crazy, using the terms "Like" "Hot" and "OMIGAWD!" every other sentence. They chew gum loudly, as though it's some kind of mating call to the opposite sex*. They belch and do not excuse themselves, and often have terrible manners*. They speak as though it is rather glamerous to have a New York accent, "Nawt" and "Gawd"-ing everything they say. They're often doing things way before their time*. They gossip ferociously, and are convinced they can "take" anyone who gets in their way of what they want. These are the girls who, at twelve, thought they were the epitome of cool sneaking into a PG-13 movie. These are the girls you see at the mall shrieking with all of their friends, and you resist the urge to punch each of them in the face.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about THOSE girls. Specifically, myself when I was one of THOSE girls. What had I been thinking? Why did I change? My only answer to these questions is I don't know. But thank goodness I did.
*Most obviously things I never did.
Current Song: Dear Prudence, Across The Universe Version.
Current Mood: In a mood. That's about all there is.
I'm in a mood.
In case you hadn't previously figured that.
I'm in one of those combat boot, stomp in a mud puddle, crush flowers, hating the world, black eyeliner, warpaint, scoweling mood. I'm not positive what has put me into this mood. I think it may be the people I'm forced to be around, living in Connecticut. You know. THOSE girls. The ones like I used to be. Let me profile them for you. I was not one of THESE girls through and through, but I had most of the characteristics. You can guess which parts were not me, because I'm a good kid.
THOSE girls:
THOSE girls are the girls with the blonde hair with hair products that soaked into their brains, making them think that londe meant dumb. They wear strictly Abercrombie and Fitch and Hollister, and Old Navy is practically a dirty word, usually accompianied by a crinkle of their ski slope noses. They claim to love rap, rock, or some other form of "hardcore" music. These are the girls who have a large circle of friends who all hate each other, but know they look good together, and therefore continue to hang out. They're completely boy crazy, using the terms "Like" "Hot" and "OMIGAWD!" every other sentence. They chew gum loudly, as though it's some kind of mating call to the opposite sex*. They belch and do not excuse themselves, and often have terrible manners*. They speak as though it is rather glamerous to have a New York accent, "Nawt" and "Gawd"-ing everything they say. They're often doing things way before their time*. They gossip ferociously, and are convinced they can "take" anyone who gets in their way of what they want. These are the girls who, at twelve, thought they were the epitome of cool sneaking into a PG-13 movie. These are the girls you see at the mall shrieking with all of their friends, and you resist the urge to punch each of them in the face.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about THOSE girls. Specifically, myself when I was one of THOSE girls. What had I been thinking? Why did I change? My only answer to these questions is I don't know. But thank goodness I did.
*Most obviously things I never did.
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