Joy and Misery

We're livin' easy, we got the whole day, and we can go hard don't matter what the cops say!

2010-06-23T21:32:00.000-07:00

I know that I use tumblr a lot more than I use this blogspot, but I enjoy having this so that I can write shit about people I follow on tumblr easily.

So in case you out there who still check their blogspots don't know, there's a terrible curse going around where people on tumblr say their credentials for their perfect boy (or girl- I haven't seen any but people say they exist.). Some people went really crazy saying really specific things like "holds my hand during scary movies" and shit that needy girls like on facebook.

One girl I know personally, went fucking INSANE specific.

And I quote:

1.) He must play basketball.

2.) He has to wear abercrombie, hollister, nike, and underarmor.

3.) He has to be smart.

4.) He has to have blue eyes and brown hair.

5.) He has to be taller than me.

6.) He has to be funny, and know how to make me laugh.

I think she's been huffing glue or something, because boys like that don't exist in the real world.

I'm just so sick of all these girls who think they're so individual because they have tumblr and SO MANY FOLLOWERS (oh god none of them shut up about how many followers they have.) and I just want to unfollow them but I know who they are so they'll notice if they lose a follower who they ACTUALLY KNOW IN REAL LIFE.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT GOES THROUGH THEIR HEADS. UGH THEY MAKE ME WANNA QUIT TUMBLR FOREVER BUT I CAN'T.

I find it ironic

2010-03-29T07:35:00.001-07:00

that my secret blog (this one) has the most hits according to google. When I searched my all-around internet username, ritaskellington, I was expecting either my twitter or my tumblr to pop up first, but I guess since this has been around the longest, this is the winner.

I don't know, I just keep this one so sheltered from the world, and I don't even use it that much. I honestly love the secret-ness of this blog. I can say things on here I wouldn't on twitter or tumblr or facebook or any other website I am a part of.

I can bitch on here, good and proper.

I was just looking back at old facebook notes

2010-03-09T20:40:00.001-08:00

and I realize how I’m still the same person I was in 7th grade.

I think the only changes have been to my body and my music tastes… but generically I’m still the same person who

* hates bitchiness but is pretty bitchy herself
* hates human nature but likes a whole lot of humans
* hates the same kind of people
* is still a quitter
* is still addicted to the internet
* is quiet with people she doesn’t know but talks her face off with people she does
* has no confidence in anything
* procrastinates
* likes her locker clean but her room a wreck
* likes playing video games more than going shopping
* still has a secret crush on Pete Wentz even though she thinks he’s a tool
* still wears “too much” black

so all in all, I’ve not changed one bit in 2-3 years.

I guess this just solidifies my whole idea that no one changes.

A Public Letter to Mr. Ryan Ross

2009-12-28T17:24:00.000-08:00

Dear Mr. Ryan Ross-
Let it be known I'm not a hater. I'm simply not a fan (anymore).

The reason? Mainly because you started doing drugs and you continue to think this is a good idea. The main reason I'm against your drug use is because of how you think you are the Beatles, all four wrapped in one, and your songwriting abilities have disappeared. Also, a) it will kill your liver and b) I have no respect for people who do drugs routinely. Because of this moral issue of mine, I have no respect for a number of people, including family members.

Now, about my dislike of you. You like to think you are the Beatles, all four of them all in one handy-dandy package. But to be honest, you thinking this has made you less of the fantastic person you were. You seem more confident of yourself, which has, in all honesty, taken away from your excellent song-writing abilities. The reason everyone LOVES A Fever You Can't Sweat Out? It's real. It's truthful. It's an escape for lots of people, including the old you, and you know this. I hate to talk for people I don't know personally, but it's true.

There is a legitimate reason there was a shift in the fans after you released Pretty. Odd. and it's because the album, after your first, was pretty fucking odd. A Fever- emo kids and people who appreciated good music. Pretty. Odd.- potheads and wannabe indie kids. See any correlation with your actions from album to album? Exactly. There was too much change over too short a period of time. The only reason the Beatles could rock that kind of change from what they started with to what they ended with was because of a changing time period- the only change going on in this time period is the twitter updates and who the new celebrity of the week is.

So Mr. Ross, I'm sorry to say that you were born in the wrong decade. Sorry.

Yours,
Rita.

This is an emo post.

2009-12-16T22:48:00.001-08:00

So there's a couple things that have impeded me from posting ANYTHING over the past two weeks- homework, my addiction to spider solitaire and The Office, and my loneliness. And yes, in case you were wondering, this IS a bitchy journal! Welcome to freshie year.

Obviously I have like a million hours of homework a night, and then I'm spending my nights not being able to sleep for my fear of serial killers/my not-so severe anxiety issues. I mean, the other day in Latin I had a panic attack. I'm pretty fucked up.

I also have developed an addiction to spider solitaire. What the hell, my life is going to shit.

Plus I'm pretty lonely- my parents are both working long hours, my sister is a hu-uge fucking bitch (getting to that), my 2 brothers are all tied up with their jobs (and one of my brothers with his wife and step-son :] ). Plus, it's not like any of my friends from elementary school give two shits about me, and my friends from my high school are in the same situation as me- all fucking tied up with school. Except two of my friends have boyfriends, go figure.

And so far, I've told 3 people from my school the kid I like at my school. They're all like BUT HE'S SHORT and I'm like BUT HE'S ADORABLE AND NICE AND WE HATE THE SAME ASSHOLES and they're like BUT HE'S SHORT. Maybe I just hang out with tall people? I don't know, but either way I know that he's just not that into me. We have like 6 classes together, including lunch, so he just isn't that into me, I guess. Although I must admit I am becoming a flirt. It's freaking ME out.

But back to my family- my sister is a huge fucking bitch and my mother is the root of all my problems.

My sister: So, last Friday, she was with my mom out shopping, and my mom was like OMGSH I TOLD RITA I WOULD PICK HER UP AFTER SCHOOL and my sister is with her and she seriously says "Does she really have to come along?" At least, this is what my mother tells me. And then when we're at Trader Joe's and stuff she's being a huge bitch to me, just yelling at me, commanding me, and acting like I'm a do-nothing who just complains about everything, when it's actually the other way around. I'm being nice and trying to be civil to her and trying to be the bigger person but no. Of fucking course not. All she does the whole time is complain about how hungry she is, and then when we do stop to eat, she won't eat it because she's a fucking self-centered bitch who can't get over problems without griping and bitching for a month. It's like she's on permanent PMS or some shit like that. Get the fuck over your ex, he was a self centered asshole NOT UNLIKE YOURSELF.

My mom: I have finally come to the realization that my mother is the root of every problem in my life. Low self-esteem? Her telling me I was fat when I was 9. Her telling me that my teeth look like shit. Her telling me that my hair looks bad. Her telling me that my face should be cleaner. My attitude towards everything? Her cynicism. Her constant negative review of the world around her. Her cursing. Her yelling. Her screaming. Her constant fucking sob story about everything. All my attitudes about everything, all my negative feelings, all my self-hatred has come from her. The reason I don't accept who I am? Her. The reason I don't legitimately like who I am? Her. Her, her, her.

And to think all this realization has come from reading a book. Huh.

But I just got the entire Lonely Island album, Incredibad. I must say, it's changed my life for the better.

You're Welcome~

2009-11-11T07:40:00.001-08:00

A Few Things

2009-10-29T02:37:00.000-07:00

So I'm gonna go on a kinda long rant so you can skip over this journal entry.
(But really what the hell. I am turning in to such a poser.)

First of all, the people at Sprint are crackheads who don't know what the fuck is wrong with my phone- I KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY PHONE, It clearly is NOT the battery, you guys just gave me a fucking new one. So why do I need another new battery? The same thing keeps happening! My first Rumor was better than this one. That one only turned itself off- this one doesn't fucking charge.

Second, my mother is really pissing me off with all her nagging. I honestly don't get it. I'm fucking stressed because of COURSE I go to the best/most aggravating/most stressful school in the entire fucking state when I could have gone to a good (albeit not as good) school. Not only that, but I swear to god she's the reason my sister was/is a fucking anorexic. All my mother cares about is looks and what people think of you/her/us. Also, I think I know how to take care of myself as a vegetarian. I don't need your "helpful hints" that involve eating eggplant or mushrooms at all.

Don't get me wrong, I understand she's concerned. But really? Really?

Third, I'm getting a D in Latin.

Fourth, my algebra teacher hates me

Fifth, facebook makes me feel unpopular.

Sixth, I want someone to like me. I feel so awkward.

Seventh, my dad claims I have to "manage my time better". Admittedly, this is probably true, but in all honesty, I don't give a fuck.

Eighth, Health class just got REALLY awkward. And I find it interesting that when the dude said "menstrual periods" all the guys started giggling.

Ninth, all the nerdy Asian guys from my school had me in an incredibly awkward conversation yesterday that involved male genitalia.

Tenth, I've come to realize I cannot sing.

Eleventh, my mother claims the "Gabe Saporta Slept Here" tee is inappropriate. That's the point.

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts

2009-10-19T16:40:00.000-07:00

I'm never leaving this blog.
Unless I forget the password.
Which is impossible, it's my email. :tehe:

NOT THE POINT.
The point is that I finally became the emo I was destined to be- I got a livejournal.
lol.

livejournal.com/ritaskellington.

SUP KIDS.

I love moderating FMLs.

2009-08-31T14:04:00.000-07:00

"Today, I offered that I put the condom on my boyfriend. Trying to be sexy, I did it with my teeth. It got caught on my braces and I had to go to the orthodontist with a condom hanging out of my mouth. FML"

HOW STUPID ARE THESE PEOPLE

deviantArt is really pissing me off

2009-08-30T20:42:00.001-07:00

and it's because some of my favorite pictures were for some reason in the scrapbook rather than in the gallery.

D:

links to which can be found here:
http://piraterita.deviantart.com/art/Light-in-the-darkness-112785794
http://piraterita.deviantart.com/art/Polar-Opposites-118328842
http://piraterita.deviantart.com/art/Of-All-The-Yarn-In-The-World-119361306
http://piraterita.deviantart.com/art/Bursts-of-Color-123472653
http://piraterita.deviantart.com/art/Cobra-Starship-Necklace-133533777
http://piraterita.deviantart.com/art/Bowtie-of-Epicness-135363810

oldest are first. (: thanks for your time.

If you don't like what I say, go put it in your blog I promise no one really gives a fuck.

2009-08-26T00:09:00.000-07:00

I've decided to stop bitching and do something about my life, looks, and attitude.

Life: I'm gonna stop feeling sorry for myself and being such a hermit, which leads into

Looks: I've decided I'm going to exercise every day. A rotation of biking, walking, and rollerblading. I plan on losing at the very least 15 pounds. Hopefully, I'll end up losing more like 30. And I've also decided to do something about my hair. It's a rat's nest, honestly. It's all knotted in the back and I want it to look nice for freshman year. And I also need to find out a way to keep my face from sweating so that I won't get so many white heads. D: Which admittedly is gonna be hard, but if I get my hair figured out, if I keep my hair off my forehead I won't sweat so much.

Attitude: I've decided to not repel guys. I know if I was just a little less bitchy guys would probably like me better. Aside from the fact if I lost some weight they would probably like me better too.

All this springs from the camping trip I took with my school last week. I couldn't do the rock wall, and I couldn't figure out why. I've been able to do rock walls in the past and I've had no trouble, but when I was doing it last week I was having a hard time. Admittedly, my Converse have no grips on them, and all the rocks were wet. I was nervous because there were two guys in my class and a senior watching me, and who wouldn't be nervous with a group like that around?

So all in all, I've decided to stop being a hermit, lose 15-30 pounds, and be less of a bitch when it isn't time for it. XD

Sing us a song of the century

2009-08-15T21:55:00.000-07:00

So.
My weekend plans were screwed. And I hated my relatives.
Then we made lemonade. :D

So, first of all, the relatives part is short and sour- I took pictures at my brother's wedding (eeee) that only immediate family was invited to. My aunt wanted to see the pictures, so I put them on her computer. I also told her that I would put them up, so I had his okay to put them up.
Guess what she did?
She put up MY pictures of a wedding she wasn't even at.
I was really pissed and whatever and I wrote on her facebook wall. Hopefully she'll have some common sense.

Second: my weekend plans.
This weekend I was supposed to be going up to Irish Fest in Milwaukee to hang out and such~ And as we were on the way up there, we knew something had gone wrong with the car because the A/C stopped working and the car smelled like no OTHER. So we pulled off the highway and my dad looked under the hood, assessed the damage, and found out we had broken one of the belts.
We drove around Skokie trying to find a mechanic which on a Saturday is more difficult than you'd think until we found a Pep Boys. Hahahah thank god they were open til 9 PM.

So we dropped off the car and decided to walk over to the movie theater across the street and see a movie.

What resulted was the most adorable movie since Wall-E. Maybe even cuter.

Ponyo. UGH SO CUTE. Is very very cute. GO SEE IT. IT'S GOT TINA FEY IN IT.

Ahahaha that's all for now.
Next time, maybe?

/emo

2009-08-13T07:38:00.000-07:00

2009-08-09T22:20:00.001-07:00

Today was my cousin's reception-thing. She got married last November in Japan, and since all of her relatives are too poor to go the wedding in Japan, she had her "wedding reception" here in Chicago~ So all the crazy Japanese relatives (who I guess are my relatives now) were here. bahahaha I love them.

ANYWAY, the point of this post was to tell you the creepy things that happened to me today and yesterday!

Yesterday, I was working for my aunt for this party she was having. So a bunch of my relatives and Japanese relatives and her blood relatives (she's my aunt by law.) So all her family from Missouri and Texas were here and so we were meeting them and whatever. As we were inside giving ourselves minor panic attacks because of my crazy aunt, all her cute nephews walked in (and they're so tall too! like, ZOMFG.) And so after we were done and I was waiting for the parental unit to give me a lift home, I was reading and listening to 21CBD (<33) and one of the cute Texas relatives walks in! i r pleased. So we chatted for a bit~ He asked me what book I was reading and I told him and he was asked me what I was listening to and told him. and had a fangirl right there. you know you love me.

SO THEN TODAY, when I was at the wedding, one of the other cousins was like, checkin' me out the whole time! Prolly because I didn't look like a bum like yesterday. XD

I'M A CLASSY INDIVIDUAL.

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Speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces.

2009-08-01T11:49:00.001-07:00

I'm really confused.
I don't know what to do.
I don't wanna do anything lately except hang out with my friends.

But who am I to say whether or not they're friends?

I never know who does or does not like me because people are so fake. Why should I bother trying to find out if they're not willing to put in the effort of being a friend?

I mean, most of the people who follow me on twitter aren't friends. I wouldn't even consider most of my friends on Facebook friends of mine, tbh.

I just like attention I guess. I like having people pay attention to me.

Which is why I think I might delete my twitter. >.< and my facebook.

i don't know. I just want people to act like friends rather than use a networking site to say it.

And the thing that kills me about my twitter is the fact that I follow people I consider friends, but they don't follow me back. It makes me feel like someone who just latches on the groups of actual friends and tries to impress them.

I always feel like this. I hate it.

Um.

2009-07-31T21:28:00.000-07:00

This is just a post asking if anyone reads this.
Or anyone important reads this.

Comment if you do read it.
If you don't wanna comment, just send me a fbook/twitter message. AIM and MSN are good too.

I just need somewhere to vent. >.>

I thought I found someone

2009-07-28T17:20:00.000-07:00

I have been full-on poseur mode for the past few days. Listening to old school TAI... and FOB, all Midtown. I am now dedicated to finding all the Midtown and having them on iTunes. My local record store does not have any of their albums and cannot order them for me because of the lack of them being made anymore.. They're a defunct band, why would they still have them on the shelves?

In other news, I'm going to see The Academy Is... on Friday at Six Flags Great America. I'm super excited, because what if I meet William Beckett? That would be so effin' epic. 8D Even if I don't get to meet him, it'll be my first concert this year. :O which is disturbing. I really hope I go to Warped/Blink reunion tour. Warped because, you know, it's Warped, and Blink because P!ATD (ALL HAIL THE EXCLAMATION POINT) and FOB are gonna be there.

I've been reading the 12 chapters of Midnight Sun that Steph Meyer put up on her website. It's a lot better than Twilight and New Moon. About on the same level as Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.

OH and I met John Green. I told him that Alaska was my favorite book and he said "Even more than Twilight?" and I rolled my eyes and said "Please. That book was so bad." XD And he gave us party blowers that he had signed. I'd put in a picture, but I can't find my camera and it would take too much effort to find it. So :P on you. He also signed my book. I would've posed for pictures, but they didn't have enough time. ): A bunch of other people were, I just should've.

And I'm loving Disney movie music right now. My favorite movies with songs from Disney are Hercules and The Little Mermaid. And maybe Beauty and the Beast, although I like that a lot as a movie too. (:

So I don't bore you anymore, here's to you Gabe Saporta. I also don't know why it's to you.

PREORDER YOUR HOT MESS, BEE TEE DUBS.

<3 love you kids.

Trainwreck

2009-07-26T10:14:00.000-07:00

God am I confused. Ugh.. I don't even know anymore about anything. Weird dreams and flirting girls are blurring my mind about who I actually like, someone who seems nice enough, or someone I've never talked to face to face. The idea of a person. They're both friends, so I don't want to not be friends with either of them.

I don't wanna wreck my life, basically.

>.<
-sigh-
I guess you can just take away from this post that I suck.

Welcome back

2009-07-02T18:14:00.000-07:00

so haaaaay.

sorry I abandoned you for so long. :(

I just was doing ~stuff

most of that ~stuff involved Freshman Connection and Neopets.

PROUD MOMENTS WORLD. PROUD MOMENTS.

But really, I've been doing a lot at my future high school (which no, I am not revealing on the internet. I'm not stupid.) and I've been doing a lot online that didn't include this.

But basically, in closing, hope you had a great Canada Day, have a great 4th of July, and have fun this summer/winter thing.

8D

So my friend wrote this

2009-06-09T16:38:00.000-07:00

"Well today was a day we will never again experience, a day of triumph, and a day of fear, a day of love, but also a day of losing loved ones, the day started out as any other, except everyone looked purple. We all told ourselves in our head "damn it's so hot on this stage" but we used every bit of strength we had to finish it on a high note, then we got outside and rejoiced as we achieved the dreaded 8th grade. We hugged, took pictures, some threw hats in the air, and some of us were deciding to cry or not, that moment didn't feel like the end, so we didn't. Then we had to wait those 6 dreaded hours that felt like an eternity. we dressed up, got classy but casual. Then we got to the party, At the beginning, We all mingled for a bit while we waited on others. Once we got there, we jumped in to the photo booth that opened up. We did this to create pictures that we can use to always preserve our memories. After that we got to the dancing, some danced with a fiery passion of the whole thing, while others weren't used to the idea so felt self-cautious.( I myself only danced for the last 5 songs)After that it hit us, we were leaving these people who we have been with for a majority of our lives, we laughed, we cried, we loved. we also rejoiced this moment in the way we know best, Singing, because if there's 2 songs we know by now, it's Seasons Of Love and M-I-S-H-A. Some cried,even the strongest people I have ever meant were sobbing, some held together but were crying inside, that or the shock didn't hit us yet. We hugged the people who cried, they needed it, this was an emotional chapter in our lives and we let it go by too fast. I will never forget this day and neither should anyone from the esteemed class of 200(fine) should either. I Will Miss You. I LOVE YOU ALL!"

It was one of the most beautiful descriptions I've ever read. It was a description of my graduation from the 8th grade. <3 I'm probably gonna miss this kid more than all the other kids at my school.

All in all, I just wanted to share this.

made. my. day.

2009-05-25T21:06:00.000-07:00

August 15…Chicago, IL…First Midwest Bank Pavilion…Fall Out Boy, Panic at the Disco, Chester French

himynameismark.com

Lots of teh newz

2009-05-17T16:04:00.001-07:00

So, a lot has happened lately.

First of all, let me say how nervous I was for yesterday. Yesterday was my audition for the advanced band program at my future high school. NERVE WRACKING.

So I learn my solo for the tryout, I get to the place, and he's late. I was on time, so no judging me. I saw some other people there too, and the kid was kinda cute. Haha, like I'd have a chance. Anyway, so this other kid comes out, and I go in and do my solo. After I'm done, he tells me he's putting me in ADVANCED BAND. WITH JUNIORS AND SENIORS. I'm scared~

Anyway, after that, it was time for The Meeting. I get to meet freaking Fall Out Boy.

So I get to the Best Buy a little late, and they already handed out all the wristbands. They only handed out 300, so me and my friend were nervous about getting in. We went inside to see if we could see the band as they walked by and I got a lame video of it. After that, we run downstairs to see if we can get in line for the signing. The guy tells us we have to wait until the 300 people go through first. We meet some cool kids and then the line opens up! We ran over there to get in line.

When we finally get upstairs, they tell us that everyone who already has a copy of the album that wants to get it signed can just get ahead of the people who have to buy the album. We cut like 20 people because the bums didn't get the album ahead of time. All I see when I first get up there is these rad glasses Patrick has on. I complimented him on them, and then he complimented me on this necklace I had on that had like 30 different colors on it. And then Andy doesn't say anything to anyone because he doesn't like these kinds of things. Joe looked tired, so I wasn't gonna bother him. Pete was apparently giving hugs, but he didn't give us one because the BB people were asses and wouldn't let him. :( So he was like, "I like your hair" but they shooed me out of line before I could tell him what I wanted to tell him. But Jenna told him about Kristen and her "camretarded" self. xD I love Kristen.

Anyway, that was my day yesterday. :D

Today, I found out what bad shape Lola (my rabbit) is in. :( We're gonna have to put her to sleep. :'(((( iay lola

Anyway. :] My week in a nutshell.

Okay, so maybe that idea failed

2009-05-14T20:22:00.001-07:00

But never fear, o internet of wisdom.

ISTP - "Artisan". Impulsive action. Life should be of impulse rather than of purpose. Action is an end to itself. Fearless, craves excitement, master of tools. 5.4% of total population.

Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test

Wow I suck at updating.

2009-05-03T17:18:00.000-07:00

I'm gonna try to update at least three times a week, everyday eventually.

Anyway, I just got back from Morocco, and it was amazing.
To say the very very least.

I graduate in 4 weeks.
My brother is coming back in six.
My best friend is coming to my graduation, and she lives in California.

<3 Right now, my life is okay, because I've got a buttload of homework to still do, and no where to go.

Ah well.

100 Days of Secrets: Day One

2009-04-03T21:02:00.000-07:00

I'm not comfortable with being me.

....

2009-03-21T13:39:00.000-07:00

So, in order for me to accept who I am, I have to list all the things I don't like about myself and all the things I do like about myself.

Things I Don't Like About Myself:
1. I'm fat.
2. My hair is very annoying.
3. I find my voice, when recorded, is incredibly annoying.
4. I have unsuccessful relationships with my "friends" except for one in real life.
5. I spend all my time online.
6. I fail at life.
7. I'm lazy.
8. I never do things I mean to do.
9. I'm very forgetful.
10. I always lose the game.
11. I can be bitchy.
12. I keep secrets too big.
13. I don't get told anything.
14. I'm always lonely.
15. None of my irl friends want anything to do with me.
16. None of my irl friends hang out with me.
17. I whine.
18. People don't think I'm pretty.
19. I get zits a lot.
20. I'm too smart for my own good.
21. Boys don't like me.

Things I Do Like About Myself:
1. I'm a talented clarinetist.
2. I'm a talented singer.
3. My hair is individual from others.
4. My nails are very pretty.
5. I listen to really good music.
6. I'm smart.
7. I'd like to think I'm different from everyone else.
8. I can speak my mind without being offensive.
9. I know when to stop.
10. I don't break the law.
11. I'm a vegetarian.
12. I'm not afraid to be different.
13. I'm not afraid to be nerdy.
14. I try to admit when I'm wrong.
15. I try to help people with their problems, even if it doesn't help at all.

Anything else I should add to either list, comment. :]

Sorry..

2009-03-16T18:08:00.000-07:00

I've been bad. I know. :[ We can all shun Rita now.

I've been behind because of history fair and whutnot.

Life is Life.

2009-02-23T18:01:00.001-08:00

I'm sick. I got into the school I want to go to. The Oscars suck. The Oscars are the best thing that's happened to the world.
-__-
Why can my life not be normal?

Anti-Valentine's Day

2009-02-14T08:01:00.000-08:00

This is a rant, so all you in favor of Valentine's day better skedaddle.

Originally Valentine's Day was St. Valentine's Day, a Roman Catholic holiday celebrating ST. VALENTINE. In case you are not Catholic or Christian or whatever, St Valentine back in the days of ancient Rome was jailed for being a doctor. When a guard of the jail came to him to ask for his help in curing his daughter of her blindness, he helped her by telling him to apply a salve on the insides of her eyes for three days, then come with her to Valentine. So, the guard did that, came back, and met Valentine. He put a rose up in front of her eyes and said "Open your eyes," and she did and she could see again! WHOOT CHEER whatever. So that's one reason- It's a freaking Christian holiday.

The second reason I hate it so much is that the card companies and the flower companies and whatever used the holiday to make money. By dropping the St. and just calling it Valentine's Day, most people that were not educated Christian-ly have no idea how the holiday came about. It just seems like something you could buy at a drug store. The religious holiday has become a nondenominational holiday which has become the grand thing we call Valentine's day.

Thirdly, it makes the rest of us who are above the grade of 4 and single feel like shit. Remember when you were little and you bought those little valentines and gave them to all your classmates? Yeah, those days have been sadly gone. In the place at my school, flowergrams. Which, in turn, people buy to make money for the French Club, but that's another story. But still, the idea of only sending certain people flowers still kills me. It just makes me want to tear out my hair.

Anyway, it all boils down to this: I'm not religious, a Hallmark supporter, or in love.

Sorry about the rant.

--

Later:
My day was just made 10x worse.
first, it's Valentine's day, which is pretty obvious I hate with a burning passion.
Second, I was supposed to be with my grandmother today but instead she's going to go over to my great-aunt's house to spend the day with her.
third, my mom asked if I wanted to do anything today. Yeah, something with my friends. Oh wait, half them are dating someone, so no.

god. today's gonna suck more than usual.

--

Even Later:
I WILL NEVER BELIEVE IN ANYTHING AGAIN.

God.

2009-02-13T15:41:00.000-08:00

What the hell?!
You never even told me that I wasn't supposed to.
You never told me that we were gonna do it when I got back from Morocco.

It's like you expect me to be so freaking psychic that I always know what you're talking about. Sure, I "wasn't paying attention" when YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING!!!

Then, you blame me for your mistake. WHAT THE HELL.

I HATE YOU.

GO DIE.

Happy Friday the 13th!

2009-02-13T09:47:00.000-08:00

I do not plan to see the movie. So there.

Anyway, I have the day off school so I had to go to the doctor's. Scary enough? NO. Of course not. >.> So anyway, I had to have my Gardasil shot so I'll be one less which I'm happy about. But then I had to have a TB test. What is a TB test you may ask? It's a tuberculosis test. Tuberculosis=violently coughing up blood. Fun, I know. So they stuck a needle in my arm. NUUUUU. So gross.

Anyway, I've been working on History Fair, aka Hell on a board, as well as my music ensemble.

I hope I didn't bore you too much. But probably.

I'm gonna stop rambling now. Bai.

So, obviously

2009-02-06T17:53:00.000-08:00

I haven't posted in forever. Assembly, then graduation pictures, then parties, and dress shopping. I'm going to another party tomorrow, but I also have to take the ACT tomorrow. For all you creepers in different countries, the ACT helps decide what college American high schoolers go to. Then there's the SAT which is a different and harder test, so I took the easier one first.

Anyway, I've got all this stuff to do and no time for blogging, so yeah. :] I'll update when I get the chance. If you want to be even more of a creeper and talk to me personally, do so at rita.grace@gmail.com . :] Have fun kids!

What is this feeling

2009-01-27T04:30:00.000-08:00

This feeling is rejection.

Some people from some website spammed all my YouTube videos with hate comments.

I felt angry when I got the first one.
Then, I got over 150 more hate comments.
Then, I just felt like crying.

I got this letter from an anonymous user:
Ignore the comments that were plastered all over your video.

It's just a bunch of trolls from a certain website, who have nothing better to do than to boost their own self esteem by feeding on people's tears.

I hate when they do that crap. It's something I'd expect from my kid cousins.

For the record, I don't think your singing is bad.

I just thought that what THEY were doing was bad.

Good luck.
And keep making videos.

I thought it was super nice of this person to do this.

I had to take down all my videos just so I wouldn't get bothered by this.

I have problems.

2009-01-23T19:56:00.000-08:00

I can't even explain my own feelings.
-
Why do I always do this?
I always put a song on repeat and I can't take it off until I go to sleep.

I have no idea what's wrong with me.
I seriously have no idea what is wrong with me.
10 minutes ago, I was fine and having hilarious conversations on the WAYT and now?
Now what?

God, what is my problem?
-
I need to care less about what people think of me.

Have you ever

2009-01-23T19:26:00.000-08:00

Have you ever had that feeling of pure.... happiness?
Like, when everything seems right in the world?

When you forget about everything- world hunger, civil wars, leaving your family for days and spending it with another, freaking out that the guy you're in love with is coming to your front door, flipping out about grades, etc?
all the little things
all the big things

Have you ever had that one moment where it all leaves you and all you're left with is pure ecstasy? Pure.. I don't even know how to explain my own feelings.

The feeling that all your problems and your city's problems and all your country's problems and all the world's problems and all the spacial problems are just gone?

I feel only like this when hearing those familiar lyrics, reading those familiar words over and over again, feeling that soft, worn fabric of your favorite hoodie, going to a show and screaming your lungs out, meeting people who live no where near you and having everything in common...
Having so much fun it hurts to think about anything else?

It's simply amazing.

If you've ever experienced this, you know what I mean.
You know how this feels.

You know that everything is fine. Nothing is wrong.
People aren't getting murdered, slaughtered, starved, annoyed, mad, heartbroken, all the negative feelings.

All you feel is your own joy? happiness? ecstasy? love? amazing?

I don't know.

I know you probably are so confused and like "what is she talking about", etc.
But you have no idea until you know what I mean.

My life sucks today.

2009-01-21T19:44:00.000-08:00

Ugh, my friends from school are a bunch of posers and fakes. And they care all too much about having a bf/gf that they don't actually like them.

Take my friend. She's been going out with this guy since October. They've known each other since forever, so that's not the point. He doesn't talk to her and flirts with other girls very obviously. All of us, her so called friends tell her to break up with him and she's like "I don't want to hurt his feelings!" and we're like "What fucking feelings? He clearly likes you enough to go talk to other girls more than you." So anyway, this girl that clearly likes him hatches evil plans to split them up. She's an underclassman. -dies of laughter- so anyway, like my friend was like I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU ALONE. And she took all of my friends but me so I was just like "whatever, I'm leaving." I left.

My other friend has a boyfriend and the only reason she hasn't broken up with him is because she "hates being single". I'm like WTF. I'VE NEVER HAD A REAL BF. YOU'RE OBSESSING BECAUSE THIS GUY YOU SO CALLED "LIKE" DOESN'T FUCKING CALL YOU. You know why I haven't had a bf yet? It's because all the guys in my grade are assholes or try too hard to be cool.

I freaking hate my dad. So like today, I have half my grade due TOMORROW and it needed to be printed. So I go downstairs an hour before the Staples closes to make sure I get there before the store closes. So, I'm down there and my dad's been sitting around down there drinking. Not drinking heavily, but enough so a few of his words were slurred. So I said, "Hey dad, could you help me print this project really fast?" and he said "okay". So we sit down there for fucking 45 minutes waiting for him to quit blathering on about whatever the hell he was blathering on about. UGH.
We leave our home just in time to see the store is closed.

At this point in time, I'm about to shoot him. And then, when we're driving home from the store, he's swerving all over the road and he thinks this is natural, then spills my thing that needs to be bound all over the dirty muddy floor of the car.

fml. fmfl.

The Angryful Blender Article

2009-01-18T20:05:00.000-08:00

Mikey asked. Whatever's in [] is what I added.

"Fall Out boy are in Philadelphia (Pennsylvania), the second stop on a back-to-basics club tour to promote their new album. They drove down from Boston this morning in a rented Dodge minivan and are currently lounging in the makeshift dressing room of a North Philly dive bar, across the street from Floyd & Diann's Tire Service. A camera crew from Fuse is here, and a gaggle of pubescent girls await a meet-and-greet just outside the door. And over in the corner, Pete Wentz is unzipping his pants.
Armed with an empty 16-ounce Poland Spring bottle, Wentz- Fall Out Boy's 29 year old bassist and mouthpiece- turns to face the wall. While the rest of the room averts their eyes, he hunches he back and takes what is, by all appearances, a brief yet wholly satisfying piss.
'All right,' he says, zipping back up. 'We ready?'
Pete Wentz has built his life around making the private public. In an age when all reality is televised and the most intimate of details are broadcast via Facebook Alert, Wentz is the king of the overshare- penning songs that flaunt their autobiographical provenance and blogging obsessively about everything from his 2005 suicide attmept to his favorite skate shoes. Unguarded and unashamed, he's the quintessential 21st century rock star- a penis-flashing Twitter stream come to life.
Wentz has been mocked mercilessly for his atention-mongering. He's been branded an asshole, a sellout, a fucktard, a fame whore, a twat, a dick and a closeted gay douchebag-- and those are just the comments on one Perez Hilton post. But as Wentz puts it in the Fall Out Boy will encore tonight: I don't care what you think as long as it's about me.
'Being famous is like being in the WWF (World Wrestling Federation),' Wentz says. 'When we first came out, I was Hulk Hogan. Kids loved me. Now I'm more like the Undertaker. The thing people don't understnad is, the boos are the same as the cheers to me. I just love to wrestle.'

Two days later- sunny Los Angeles. FOB are shooting a video for their new single "America's Suitehearts" at a hangar-sized soundstage. The set resembles a ghoulish Hollywood carnival, complete with zombie starlets, a moat of toxic sludge, and a giant red merry-go-round where the band will perform before a pack of bloodthirsty paparazzi.
The cameras roll, and the carousel begins to spin. As teh fake photographers swarm, the members of FOB circle one by one into view. First comes guitarist Joe Trohman- Crazy-haired and slightly dazed-looking, in red suede boots and a matching fez. Next, Andy Hurley, the bearded, tattooed drummer, in a leprechaun-green tuxedo and no shirt. Singer Patrick Stump, wearing a canary-yellow tailcoat and a feathered top hat, looking like a debonair chicken. And finally- in kneehigh leather boots, gold lame hot pants and a black lace headpiece so ghastly Cher would have worn it to the Oscars and once did- comes Wentz, looking like some kind of gay glam gladiator, an evil skelton smile plastered on his face in black and white greasepaint.
It's not hard to find reasons to make fun of Wentz, His swooping bangs and disproportionately large head make him look disturbingly like a grown-up version of a Garbage Pail Kid. He wears girls' jeans and toils in a genre known more for its interest in cosmetics than for its contributions to the pop music canon. His lyrics are more self-indulgent than a luxury-spa retreat. Pictures of his penis have wound up on the internet. He plays the bass- and not very well.
Yet this self-described 'dirty, shitty boy' is also, improbably, the world's biggest rock star under teha ge of 30. (Try naming one bigger.[cough cough Rita here, RYAN.]) He has his hand in a clothing line, an MTV show, a chain of bars and his own record label. Riding the cresting twin waves of emo and MySpace, FOB transformed themselves from four midwestern kids with funny names and bad haircuts to one of rock's last reliable record-movers, selling a combined 4 million copies of their last 2 albums. And today, over in the band's dressing room, curled up on a checkered sofa, sits another keystone of Wentz's growing celebrity: a very pregnant Ashlee Simpson-Wentz. She and Wentz were married last may; they're expecting their first child, a boy, literally any minute. 'Hey babe,' Wentz says during a break in shooting, He bends down and kisses her cheek. 'Feeling okay?'
Simpson wipes a smudge of his makeup of her face. 'I hope he comes out soon,' she says, lifting her shirt to expose her colossal belly. 'He's killing my bladder.'
America's Funniest Home Videos is on, and Wentz plops down on the floor to watch. He scoots backward between her legs, resting his chin on her thigh and his head gently against her stomach. She strokes his hair, brushing the bangs from his eyes. On the TV, a fat lady tumbles off a trampoline and into a fence. They both laugh.
Wentz allows that the pregnancy sped things up, but he always knew they'd be married someday. He courted her publicly and relentlessly, babbling about his crush in magazines (both were dating other people) and e-mailing her often. 'I hunted her down and shot the dart in her,' he says. 'I just had to wait for her to collapse.' Now they live in Beverly Hills mansion just up the road from Posh and Becks, whith his-and-hers bulldogs and a son on the say. 'Basically, I'm married to the person I'd be jerking off to.'
The band's new album is called Folie A Deux, French for a shared madness of two-a psychological condition in which two people suffer from similar delusions, each feeding off the other's psychosis. (Wentz read about it in Newsweek.) The textbook example is Romeo and Juliet [or Mikey and Marlee], but Wentz swears the title isn't about him and Simpson. Instead, it's about fame- the toxic symbosis between stars and their public.
Wentz has always lived his life in the spotlight, mostly by design, But since he married pop's most notorious little sis, he's become a red-hot tabloid magnet, hounded by paparazzi outside Starb ucks like any Hollywood celebutard. 'Pete would never be on the cover of people if it weren't for Ashlee,' says Perez Hilton. 'Before her, he was just that guy in the band who wore eyeliner and spent a lot of time on his hair.' As Ashlee's due date nears, the paps have staked out the couple's home 24/7, hoping to score some pictures of the mommy-to-be en route to the hospital. The morning after the video shoot, I meet Wentz and STump for breakfast at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Wentz arrives a half-hour late: The paps pounced before he'd pulled out of the driveway, and he spent the next 30 minutes zigzagging around the Hollywood Hills trying to lose them. 'It's weird,' he says sliding into the booth. 'Spending your life being followed by people who want a picture of the person sitting next to you.'
'Welcome to my world,' Stump snorts.
Wentz [sucks to this- he's gonna be W from now on.] likes eating here because the paps can't get in. Still, he sits with his back to the wall, his eyes darting nervously toward any peripheral movement. 'I'm paranoid pretty much all the time,' he says. A few nights ago, he was in the kitchen when he saw someone on the security monitor: a man, scaling the fence. He ran outside; the intruder hoppeed in his car and sped off, smashing the Range Rover on the way.
W sets his sunglasses on the table and picks up the menu. Truth ber told, he doesn't look great. Dark bags ring his eyes, and his skin has a waxy, jaundiced pallor. He says he sleeps three hours a night- sometimes less- and pops Ambien like Tropical Skittles. 'I can take three Xanax bars and not feel a thing,' he says. 'It's kinda scary.'
We haven't been seated long when who should walk in the restaurant but W's buddy John Mayer. 'Oh, shit!' W says, jumping up to give him a hug. 'What's up, dude?'
Mayer answers with a hearty clap on the back. 'I just sent you an email! How's the 32-month pregnancy?' He turns to Stump. 'I swear to god, they're making a superhero over there.'
Close friends who- had things turned out differently with Jessica- might have been brothers-in-law, W and m set online tounges wagging last spring when they engaged in a breathless bromance on their respective blogs. (W praised M in a post called YES, IT'S A CRUSH and two days later, M responded with a gushing note titled CRUSH REQUEST ACCEPTED.) 'Pete has this fabulous meta-awareness,' M says. 'Some people mistake it for narcissism, but it's really just his ways of playing with the idea of PW. His genius is that he's always one step ahead.' M also admires the way W has navigated the perils of tabloid romance: 'To have this beautiful relationship with someone who gets attacked so often, and to handle it with such grace and respect- I just find that really impressive.'
While the two pals catch up, Stump sits in silence, awkwardly picking at his huevos rancheros. Though he obsitantly FOB's frontman, S takes a backseat to W both onstage and IRL. Partly it's good for business; their well-known division of labor-W writes the lyrics, S the melodies- keeps W's antics front and center, while S is largely a blank slate- a golden throated delivery system for someone else's emotions., the plain white cracker to W's cheese. But it's also a function of personality. A self-described nerd, S says he has 'terribly low self-esteem' and shuns the spotlight whenever possible. And though he's a gifted producer who's been invited to make beats for superstars like Lil Wayne and Jay-Z, he always finds a way to say no. 'I'm just a fat white dude from Glenview, Illinois, [ILLINOIS FTW.]' he says. 'As a hip-hop fan, I don't want me doing hip-hop.'
According to W, S 'has this amazing ability to hide in plain sight.' Sometimes, though, it's unclear as to whearther he's hiding or just not being seen, Take the night of the presidential election, when they were both in New York. W attended a b-day party for Diddy, where he cheered teh returns alongside Jay-Z, Ben Stiller, and Kenneth from 30 Rock. S, meanwhile, watched CNN from his hotel room alone. 'Dude, you should have called me!' says W when he hears this news. But it's clear from S's face taht it wouldnt've mattered.
Still, the two are about as close as friends can be. S was the best man at W's wedding, as well as the one who 'talked him off the cliff' when the penis photos hit the web. 'Things literally could not have gotten worse,' W says now. 'I was just a wingman for my cock.'
Often however, the pair's folie a deux doesn't leave much room for numbers trois et quatre.The first time I meet Andy, in his dressing room at the video shoot, he's feeling suicidal. 'If the Packers [Green Bay Packers, football team] don't get this first down, I'm gonna kill myself,' says the drummer, watching his beloved Packers struggle against the Vikings [Minnesota Vikings]. When Green Bay's kicker misses the game-winning field goal, H smals his iPhone onto the table, gets up, and starts punching the metal door frame, and doesn't stop for 45 seconds.
Let's face it: the dude's a little weird. [WTF. HOW DOES HE GET TO SAY THIS.] A self-described 'anarcho-savagist,' H believes that civilization is on it's way out, and the sooner, the better- he opposes conservation, supports ecoterrorism, and plans to use his FOB money to buy land in northern Wisconsin and ride out the apocalypse. He shares a house in Milwaukee [Wisconsin] with four vegan straght-edge buddies, where they play kickball on Thursdays and practice jujitsu every morning. They call it Fuck City. 'I don't really get into that red-carpet stuff,' H says, somewhat unecessarily. 'I like to keep things pretty simple.'
Talking with H, you get the impression that he's completly content to play the drums and go home to his Boca Burgers and Alan Moore comics. Joe Trohman, on the other hand, wants to do more. 'I do feel left out a lot,' the guitarist says. At 24, he's teh youngest of the Fall Out boys, and he plays the role of kid brother well- splurging on old Nintendo games and $500 Storm Trooper figurines, finding funny YouTube videos for the guys to watch (the latest favorite: Chimpanzee Riding a Segway [FTW]). If FOB were the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, W would be Leonardo, S would be Donatello, H would be Raphael, and T, all agree, would be Michelangelo- the 'party dude'. 'Joe is a free spirit,' S says. 'He's just off in Joe Land, which is an awesome place to be.'
To hear T tell it though, Joe Land isn't always so awesome. 'It does get frustrating, not being able to contribute,' T says. 'I mean, it's hard to be labeled a background guy, someone who's just along for the ride- it's hard. I started FOB, you know?' He wrote a few songs for the new albume, but they were all cut, last minute, 'It's kind of a bummer, to work so hard and have it all come to nothing. I don't want to sound like I'm bashing anyone, or I'm ungrateful,' he stresses. 'Because I'm very happy to be part of all this. I'm afraid the guys are gonna read this and wish I'd talked to tehm first- which maybe I should have. But sometimes, it doesn't feel like I'm even in the band."

God, that's all I can bear to write. There's one more section, but my wrist hurts and if you really want it, I'll send it to you.
The rest of it is about Pete. .__.
You can see why we're so pissed about it.

Philosophical questions

2009-01-11T13:00:00.000-08:00

Why is there no beauty?
-To confuse us into thinking there is.

Do or do people not wear facades?
-Most do, just to hide who they really are.

Why does no one like who they are?
-Because they like the idea of someone else.

Why do we complain?
-To get angry at someone for something they didn't do.

Why do we complain?
-It gives us something to get angry at others for.

Why are our lives jacked?
-Because of the people whose lives were jacked.

Why is it that all the really attractive guys the ones we'll never have?
-It's just spite kicking you in the ass.

Why

2009-01-10T17:42:00.000-08:00

can't he just take it as a nice gesture and live with it?

So, one of our neighbors has a snow blower, and he went over the sidewalk in front of our house.
My dad starts bitching about how "Oh, it's on the curb" and "it was fine before"

Why can't he just DROP IT, take it as something he did out of the kindness of his heart, AND LEAVE.
GAH.

My favorite albums

2009-01-10T15:33:00.000-08:00

Music has always been a part of my life, and I think I should explicitly tell you what my faves are.
(In No Particular Order Because There Is None, Only The Listing on my iTunes)
1. Fast Times at Barrington High- The Academy Is...
2. Move Along- The All-American Rejects
3. The All-American Rejects (self-titled)
4. Boys Like Girls (self-titled)
5. Whisper War- The Cab
6. Everytime We Touch- CASCADA
7. Perfect Day- CASCADA
8. Fancy Footwork-Chromeo
9. While The City Sleeps, We Rule the Streets- Cobra Starship
10. Viva la Cobra!- Cobra Starship
11. EP- Debello
12. Howl- Empires
13. You Have No Idea What You're Getting Yourself Into- Does It Offend You, Yeah?
14. Folie a Deux- Fall Out Boy
15. From Under the Cork Tree- Fall Out Boy
16. Infinity on High- Fall Out Boy
17. Citizens for Our Betterment Mixtape- Whoever is on DecayDance/FBR
18. The Reminder- Feist
19. St. Elsewhere- Gnarls Barkley
20. American Idiot- Green Day
21. Goodbye Blues- The Hush Sound
22. Like Vines- The Hush Sound
23. So Sudden- The Hush Sound
24. Metro Station (self-titled)
25. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out- Panic! at the Disco
26. Pretty. Odd.- Panic at the Disco
27. Riot!- Paramore
28. Any Queen compilations
29. We Started Nothing- The Ting Tings
30. The Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack- music by Danny Elfman
31. Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtrack- Hans Zimmer, Klaus Badelt (main composers)
32. Cross- Justice
33. Franz Ferdinand (self-titled)
34. You Could Have It So Much Better- Franz Ferdinand
35. White Album- The Beatles
36. Actually, any Beatles album. :]

No particular order, although if I had to pick my top five-
1. Folie a Deux
2. Goodbye Blues
3. The Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack
4. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
5. Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtrack

:]
No surprise there....

Hey you

2009-01-07T17:14:00.000-08:00

If you care, and if I don't know you, go to my deviantart
it will show you bad microsoft paint and really good pictures. if the link doesn't work, it's this: piraterita.deviantart.com

I apologize

2009-01-03T13:07:00.000-08:00

for all the whining.

I'm not trying to be such a whiner. I'm not trying to make you have sympathy for me. I just need something to let my feelings out on to without getting bashed.

I'm going to whine some more. If you want to read, go ahead but no one's forcing you.

"I constantly feel alone lately. Maybe it's just my stir-craziness, my wanting to see my friends again, my not going anywhere for the holidays. I feel like I belong in my family sometimes, even though I couldn't imagine myself anywhere else. There's a lot of secreting going on, and I'm not a big fan of secrets.

All the people I know seem to be drifting away from me. People seem to magnify their own feelings and problems to make yours less significant.

I don't want to seem like a poser, being all whiny and whatnot. If you think that, then stop reading my blog after this post. It's not my problem. I hope you guys think I have real feelings." - 12/2/2009

So far, 2009 sucks.

2009-01-01T21:03:00.000-08:00

My family constantly makes me feel like crap and I'm so sick of it. I mean, it's just that I always feel sad lately. Sad or angry. The only time I'm ever happy is when I'm blog-stalking or when I talk to my internet bffls.
Maybe it's just that winter break has me stir-crazy and I want to see my friends.

Or maybe this is really happening. Even before break, the only things that made me happy were things I did outside of my home or inside my room. Anywhere other than those, I just die. As long as I'm anywhere but where I am is fine. Doing well in school, talking to people who were cool, and reading were my only escapes before. Now it seems like I'm locked in a box with no where to go but around the box day in and day out.

I feel like I'm in the middle of two extremes- 1. The kids I go to school with, who are rich kids. They think that because they didn't get what they wanted means it's the end of the world. Then, there are 2. The kids I met on the internet. They have real problems (none of which I will name here.) and they don't whine because they don't get what they wanted. I feel in between a lot of the time.

When I think about it

2008-12-31T20:29:00.000-08:00

2008 wasn't BAD persay. Just sucky. Like, I alienated people that were my friends, ignored friends, made enemies, and pissed some people off. Two people close to my heart moved to far off places (California, Afghanistan) and some just disappeared.

But oh freakin well. I had a fun time.
I went to 6 shows and Lollapalooza, I got to see Wicked, I got to meet my idols, and most of all I just had fun with life.

:] So to all you guys out there who says 2008 was the worst years of your lives, you've got lots more ahead of you. We grow from these experiences. I'm off! Happy New Year's to all!

BAHAHAHAHA.

2008-12-28T13:53:00.000-08:00

So, I got this panda finger puppet. He's so cute.
I was showing it to my mom and sister and my sister said, "Why is your finger up his butt?"

xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

My Lists of 2008

2008-12-28T10:21:00.000-08:00

Bwahahaha.

Best Albums of 2008:
1. Folie a Deux (Fall Out Boy)
2. Goodbye Blues (The Hush Sound)
3. Pretty. Odd. (Panic at the Disco)
4. Whisper War (The Cab)
5. Fast Times at Barrington High (The Academy Is...)
6. Perfect Day (CASCADA)
7. CFOB Mixtape (Whoever is on DecayDance Records)
8. Good Girl Gone Bad Reloaded (Rihanna)
9. We Started Nothing (The Ting Tings)

Best New Artists I Found of 2008 (DON'T SHOOT ME IF YOU ALREADY KNEW THESE.):
1. Panic (!) at the Disco
2. The Cab
3. The Academy Is...
4. Cobra Starship
5. The Ting Tings
6. Paramore
7. O-Zone
8. Motion City Soundtrack
9. Metro Station
10. KT Tunstall
11. Katy Perry
12. Gnarls Barkley
13. Feist
14. Dana Lyons
15. Chromeo
16. Boys Like Girls

Top Five Best Things That Happened to Me In 2008:
1. Obama was Elected
2. I am going to Morocco!
3. New era of music (for me, at least.)
4. I found Rock Band.
5. I got to go to so many concerts and got to meet The Hush Sound! And I waved at William Beckett. :]

Top Five Reasons Illinois is Great:
1. Obama, Please.
2. All the cool bands are from here. (FOB, TAI..., THS)
3. We have Lollapalooza.
4. Bands like Chicago
5. We are nice people. :]

Top Five Reasons You Should Run and Hide From Illinois:
1. We've got a stupid governor.
2. Our weather is wacky.
3. We have corrupt politicians.
4. Our mayor doesn't like to plow streets.
5. It gets below zero and above 100. x(

I still think we're great.

Have a good day, you non-posers you. :]

My Hatred of Makeup

2008-12-26T21:13:00.001-08:00

First and foremost, let me remind you I am A TEENAGE GIRL.

My hatred of makeup has been longlasting. I haven't really liked the whole idea. Making yourself look prettier so people don't see who you really are? That's just like putting on a mask, and not many people like those because you die if you don't use them right. Like a facade.

I feel it just hides who you really are.
Even though it just hides what you look like.

If you wear makeup in a rad or fashionable way, that's one thing.
If you wear it like a face? No. Not cool. So predictable.

It's like you put on a face (haha, like the pun? Nevermind.) every day that hides you from the world. It's girls wearing makeup that bothers me the most though. It just seems like they "pretty" themselves up just to make (a) boys like them and (b) other girls hate them.

I don't give a crap if guys wear makeup, I think it's totally rad. People that say that guys wearing makeup is either gay or emo. I think power to you guys! Who cares if they're gay or if they're "emo" (I don't consider emo a label, its a type of music.)? It's their own choice. You can blather on about it all you want, most of the time it's not going to change their minds.

I guess that's all I have to say. Comment! Say what you think. It's all about constructive criticism. :] It makes me happy.

I guess I never realized

2008-12-26T21:10:00.000-08:00

but you really can tell what kind of person one is by looking at their musical choices or iTunes most played. xD

Like, all of my Top 25 Played on iTunes are :The Hush Sound, Fall Out Boy, CASCADA, Metro Station, and Paramore.

Seriously.

Most of the complete albums on my iTunes are Fall Out Boy.

Most of my (according to iTunes) genres are Alternative, Alternative & Punk, Dance, Electronica/ Dance, Pop, and Rock.

I consider most of them Pop Punk, Pop, and Rock.

For example, you can tell a lot about a person.

I like singing because I like musicals.

I like heavy bass lines because it gives the music a beat I can catch onto.

I like some bands because the guys in said bands are *really cute*(like The Academy Is..., The Cab, Cobra Starship, and Panic at the Disco). But I like the band because of their rad music too! xDD
I must sound so shallow.

I like creative lyrics because it shows a sign of being a good writer.

I think long guitar solos are unnecessary, but cool.

I think bands that can do really good remakes of songs are talented.

I like it when bands change their sound. It doesn't make them seem like robots, and nobody likes robots because one day, they will rule. And that is scary.

I don't like normality or sameness. I mean, most of the bands I listen to have changed. List away!
1. Panic (!) at the Disco (seriously?! From pop-punk to beatles-esque?)
2. The Hush Sound (from another indie band to a '20s themed 2000's pop)
3. Fall Out Boy (really hard to explain, but if you're a fan, you know what I mean.)
4. Cobra Starship (like to make The Best Album yet, and have yet to say which album they like more.;])
5. Franz Ferdinand (you don't get if you aren't a fan.)

Those are just a few. Why do you think I generally don't listen to mainstream music? BECAUSE IT'S ALL THE SAME. (and it's demeaning towards women, but that is an argument for another day.)

*sighs* Mainstream just needs some shaking up and we'll be fine. Robots won't take over the world.

Why does it seem

2008-12-25T13:38:00.000-08:00

that whenever I try to help someone, I don't. I end up hurting them.
Like today: My sister is having a crisis about how she looks and I try to offer some suggestions and she's being all bitchy. It's like "do you seriously have to? Do you have to ruin everyone else's day and bring attention to yourself when it's supposed to be a day about giving? Do you? Do you honestly have to wreck everyone else's day just so you can bring attention to yourself?"

It's really getting to a point. A point where it's just SHUT UP AND MOVE ON. NOBODY BUT YOU CARES ABOUT HOW YOU LOOK. MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE. MAKE IT ABOUT OTHERS AND NOT YOU.

You.

2008-12-24T10:33:00.000-08:00

You never actually get it, do you? You never get that when I say something like "I wish I was getting an iPod" you don't take it literally. You don't say "Well, we're paying $1500 for you to go to Morocco and we got you concert tickets." You don't DO things like that. You don't get it, do you? You don't make your own daughter feel like complete and total shit, you laugh it off and say "you can wish". You don't guilt her into not wanting an iPod or you don't guilt her into crawling back into her hole to die. You brush it off like nothing ever happened and move on. You don't keep the subject going.

So here's a note to all you moms out there: Do not. I repeat, DO NOT. Make your teenage daughters feel like this, even if she did do something like the situation explained above. DON'T make her feel like she's worthless, mainly because you won't know how she'll take it.

Mom, just dont.

I've been drowning my pain in the Ramen noodles of our lives.

They've done it again.

2008-12-24T09:02:00.000-08:00

Oh my god. My faimly continue to make me feel like total crap. My sister and her "Borrow someone else's luggage" when it's like "What if I want my own luggage?" And then my mom makes me fell like I'm stupid when I made one mistake yesterday when we were shopping.You guys always make me feel like I'm not good enough for you. You make me feel inadequate. Like I'm worthless. Like I'm not important or that my ideas and thoughts don't matter. Like I'm nonexistant.

Sometimes, I wish they would leave me alone.

Then those times when I actually am alone, I wish someone was there for me.

My family has a really bad tendency to be very judgmental. It really sucks.

Adorable as they are,

2008-12-23T11:10:00.001-08:00

the holidays are never as great as I'd like them to be.

First of all, buying whoever your Kris Kringle presents for? Not fun, especially when you are in no way close to them. Even though they are relatives.

That brings me to another point. Relatives. Especially the obnoxious ones. When they get drunk. Arg.
And then there's the whole cousins thing. Just so you know, I HATE most of my cousins. There are a few I can handle. The rest can do whatever they want, just don't bother me.

The last thing? Having to deal with getting stuff you don't want. I mean, if you really want to get me anything as a gift, make it music, books, or gift cards. Only clothes I go with you to buy are acceptable. And no make up. I am fiercely against make up because it just hides who you actually are. If you really want to look prettier, go get yourself some self-esteem and confidence and have a good day. It also just costs NOTHING.

The insanity. Ugh, plus, corporations are just making money, even in our failing economy. *sigh*

At least there's always my blog and my friends to make up for it.

Hello again. Sorry for my constant copy/paste from my Facebook.

2008-12-21T18:37:00.001-08:00

I just wanted to say happy Ramadan, happy Hanukkah, merry Christmas, happy Kwanzaa and have good holiday no matter what you celebrate. :D

I personally celebrate Christmahanukwanzaa. xDDDD

:D Good day.

December 19, 2008 might have been the best night

2008-12-21T18:36:00.001-08:00

of our teenage lives.

It started out well at the show. Debello did well. Except the lead singer looked like he was having a seizure on stage. Me and Rose called him the Seizure Dance Guy. 8DD

Then it was This is Me Smiling. The name is very emo, but whatever. They're awesome. The lead guy's hair was funky though. Uneven. But at least he wasn't doing a seizure dance. XDD

Then we got the text. Naomi's dad texted Naomi halfway through This Is Me Smiling and told us to get our Hush Sound stuff to get signed. And we knew it, he had gotten us into meet them.

like, 30 mins later we were backstage, highfiving Greta and introducing ourselves to Bob. Then Darren and Chris came in and we had them sign out shirts. Me and Darren had a whole conversation about messing up signatures, and then me and Bob had a whole conversation about sharpies. Then they sang a song to Rachel (Lazar) for her birthday.And Bob is taller than I thought. And I'm as tall as Greta. :D And then we took some pics with our camera fones because we were stupid and didn't bring our cameras. And we hugged Greta and Chris and Chris was like "hug train!" and that made my day because he is *amazing* to say the least. and then we saw them perform from the balcony.

Everyone wanted them to do an encore, so they came out and played Echo. Me and N were like THEY PLAYED THIS FOR US because no one was singing except for us. Me and N danced and sang along, and we watched them perform with Chris for the last time...

It was an epic win for The Hush Sound and team THS.

I hate critics.

2008-12-21T18:35:00.002-08:00

In response to this:

"Always reaching, occasionally succeeding, never taking no for an answer.

[3.5/5]

For all the negatives said, written or blogged about Fall Out Boy (and trust us, there are a lot), it's damn near impossible to fault the Chicago-born band for their creativity, ingenuity and willingness to try just about anything. (How many other previous Warped Tour headliners do you know who've attempted to play Antarctica recently?) Sure, you can hate Pete Wentz for his media-whoring abilities (dude would attend the opening of a Doritos bag if you invited him), but when it comes to the music, the band--bassist/lyricist Wentz, vocalist/guitarist Patrick Stump, guitarist Joe Trohman and drummer Andy Hurley--take what they do surprisingly seriously, and Folie À Deux represents that well.

As many have already explained, Folie À Deux translates from French to mean "a madness shared by two." What's interesting, then, is how the album itself actually fights against this joint-mind feeling with two very distinct halves. The first seven tracks are a great mixture of what many would refer to as "quintessential Fall Out Boy" (meaning huge hooks, open-diary lyrics and plenty of ear candy from Stump) as well as some of the band's more recent R&B affectations seen on 2007's Infinity On High. "America's Suitehearts"-while having way too many vocal overdubs for this writer's comfort level-is probably the most visceral gut-shot the band have penned since "Sugar, We're Goin' Down." Its half-time chorus is as musically enormous as FOB get, and Wentz's lyrics ("Let's hear it for America's suitehearts/I must confess I'm in love with my own sins") are as honest as he's been in some time. "She's My Winona" suffers from an awkward key change toward its end, but otherwise is a solid, uptempo rocker with some neat production flourishes in the drums. The disc's first single, "I Don't Care," while directly aping Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus," is still a hell of a good time. The first half of the disc closes out with "(Coffee's For Closers)," a gorgeous, string-enhanced number that leaves you emotionally drained after a repeated chant of "We will never believe again/Kick drum beating in my chest again." It's wordplay like this that once again make Wentz king of emo troubadours, as much as he'd probably like to shed the title.

For as many risks as the album's first half doesn't take, the remaining six songs go all out in terms of grandiosity (and potential absurdity). The overblown R&B piano ballad "What A Catch, Donnie" kicks off with guest vocals from most of the Decaydance roster (including Panic At The Disco's Brendon Urie and Gym Class Heroes' Travis McCoy) before turning the reins over to pop's elder statesman, Elvis Costello, for a 15-second cameo in which he sings a hook from one of the album's previous songs, "Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet," before disappearing (presumably back to your cool uncle's record collection). But that's peanuts compared to what happens in the next 18 minutes or so-"Tiffany Blews" is a pseudo club-stomper featuring a phoned-in appearance from rap blünderkind Lil' Wayne (seriously, it sounds like it was recorded off an answering machine) that doesn't have much going for it. "w.a.m.s." is next, which is a synth-heavy '80s dance number that just sounds misguided and awkward-and that's before the double-bass outro which fades into a strange, minute-long retro-blues piece presumably from Pharrell, who is supposed to appear somewhere in the song.

Urie pops up again in "20 Dollar Nose Bleed," which at first listen will recall Billy Preston's funk-pop classic "Nothing From Nothing" (seriously) as well as Panic's Pretty. Odd., with its enjoyable horn accents and bouncy beat. It's the highlight of the album's second half, which woefully lacks standouts; if you buy Folie À Deux on vinyl, odds are you'll never get around to flipping the platter over to side B. But it's hard to hold the mistakes against the band, because as usual, they went for it. There aren't any other groups who have achieved such widespread mainstream success but still tinker with their sound this much. While Folie À Deux at times feels like the band are showing off the contents of their Rolodex, the album's standouts are so good that they will undoubtedly become standards for the band's live shows for years to come. And really, does it matter if people like it or not? As Stump sings (and Wentz writes), "I don't care what you think/As long as it's about me." (ISLAND) Scott Heisel"

I wrote this.:

"First of all, I have to say I haven't been an FOB fan as long as the rest of you, only since FUTCT came out (And NO, I didn't buy it because of Dance, Dance.) Anyway, I think change is good for bands because it means they can mature. I think Folie a Deux is amazing. The catchiness of the songs, the heartfelt lyrics, the musical lines are all fantastic. So if any of you think they are sell outs? Consider yourself a sell out and have a good day. You clearly haven't grown any as a music listener. Do you expect them to stay the same just because you say "make another album like TTTYG"? You just can't do that because an album isn't an album if it's a carbon copy."

Whole article with the others responses here: http://altpress.com/reviews/1328.htm#view1328

I've come to a conclusion.

2008-12-21T18:35:00.001-08:00

It is totally impossible for me to pick my favorite song off Folie a Deux.

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo starts out like church music (which they call Intro.After that, it gets intense. Or, intense for the pop music listeners. "Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy" is my new favorite line.

I Don't Care is exactly like the title. I love the message it conveys: the fact that nobody *cough cough the paparazzi* care about nothing but the stars. "I don't care what you think, As long as it's about me". Duh.

She's My Winona is all about life and death and how life is less diligent that death. "Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent" and "Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "You gotta show the world the thunder!" The thunder, the thunder, the thunder" are the two best lines.

America's Suitehearts is stating how everyone is just in it for the glory, and not actually in it so they can do their best, but so they can just say how cool they are. (or at least I think.) "Down, set, one, hut, hut, hike Media blitz"

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet is saying 'does your husband actually know you or what he thinks is you? And did he fall in love with you for the illusion of you or you actually?' It also says that he's not going to be that guy. "Does your husband know the way that
the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?"

The (Shipped) Gold Standard is loverly. He's just saying how much he LOVESLOVESLOVES Ashlee. Even though we don't. But he's happy, so whatever. Other than that, it says "You can only blame your problems on the world for so long Before it all becomes the same song."

(Coffee's for Closers) is one of the best. It just basically says that change happens and not believing what the media tells you. "Oh change will come I will never believe in anything again" It's also got some awesome strings at the end. :)

What A Catch, Donnie is one of the most poetic songs on the entire album. It almost sounds like they're saying goodbye, but they aren't. He's saying how he can hurt someone's feelings by just giving up on them, like they can't be fixed. "I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match" is an amazing line.

27 is hard to decipher, but is generally saying how love is unending. It's got amazing metaphors in it too. "You're a bottled star The planets align Just like Mars you shine in the sky you shine in the sky" is just one stanza. Go look up the lyrics or something to hear all the real metaphors.

Tiffany Blews is saying how boring normality is. "Oh, baby you're a classic
like a little black dress
you're a faded moon
stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
and oh, baby your'e a classic
like a little black dress
but you'll be faded soon
stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)" is the chorus. One of the better songs.

w.a.m.s. wonders why you are so special and are more important than that other person.
"Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
What makes you so special?
What makes you so special?
I'm gonna leave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're all alone" is just the chorus.
Then it's got the Interlude attached. Weird.

20 Dollar Nose Bleed is awesome firstly because it's got Brendon Urie in it playing piano and singing and we all know what a fantastic singer Brendon is. Right? Anyway, its another song about drugs.
"Call me Mr. Benzedrine
But don't let the doctor in
I wanna blow off steam and "

Then Pete speaks. : "It's not me, it's you
Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me
Untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me
I'm just a racehorse on the track
Send me back to the glue factory
Always thought I'd float away
And never come back
But I've got enough miles on my card
to fly the boys home on my own
But you know me: I like being all alone
And keeping you all alone
And the charts are boring
And the kids are snoring
And the eagles in a sling
You say you're not listening
And I said I'm wishing
And I said...I said"

West Coast Smoker is another song about drugs.
"I'm a nervous wreck
(Oh hell yes)
The drugs just make me reset "
My favorite line is "Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son Three times for the Holy Ghost"

And that's the album. A poetic masterpiece (with some songs about drugs, but every album has a song about drugs on it. It's a fact of life.) Anyway, I wish I could actually get into his head.

But they don't like it when people try to interpret their songs. So I didn't. :D I guessed. I didn't make any real answers, just questions.

The cover.

And to think

2008-12-16T19:28:00.001-08:00

today was supposed to be a GOOD day.

Karma's just come back around to bite me.

Only a total of 3 good things happened today.
1. Folie a Deux
2. Mrs. Williams and her crazy self
3. It snowed.

The rest of the day was complete CRAP.
1. I got hit in the face TWICE with basketballs.
2. the Daniels in my class were born.
3. It snowed.

I know, I put "it snowed" twice. It's good because now my city looks pretty.
It's bad because it took me an hour and half to get to a place it should've taken 40 minutes.

God. Karma just totally hates me today.

At least Folie a Deux is AMAZING. This makes up for my day.

God. Wentz's lyrics are amazing. I just want to get up and dance, but I seem too depressed to do anything about it.

The saddest part of the whole thing is the fact that yesterday was supposed to be my suck-day for the week (being Monday and all). It's probably going to be my second favorite day this week.
Friday being my favorite. :D My Hush Sound concert is on Friday. :)

Life is life.

Acceptable

2008-12-15T19:18:00.000-08:00

These are acceptable, even preferred.

1. Fall Out Boy

2. Andy's skills

3. The Hush Sound

4. Greta's voice

5. Panic(!) at the Disco

6. Brendan Urie

7. Cobra Starship

8. Victoria's keytar

9. The Cab

10. Alex Marshall's hair

11. The Academy Is...

12. Will's blog

13. YouTube

14. Facebook

15. Lollapalooza

16. The Congress Theatre

17. The Allstate Arena

18. Care Bear bandaids

19. Chicago

20. Chris's bass lines

21. California

22. iamrevolution.com

23. This blog

24. Clandestine Industries

25. Best friends

26. The real friends

27. The insides of Wentz's, Beckett's, Salpeter's, Morris's, Ross's, and Saporta's heads.

The great songwriters of our time and they just leak this stuff.

It's totally shocking to me that any one of these people could be any less proud of what they've done.

28. The Chicago Redeye

29. Animal Farm

30. Twilight series

31. John Green's books

32. Meg Cabot's books

33. Lauren Myracle's books

34. Terry Pratchett

35. Mrs. Williams

36. Ms. Boline

37. Mrs. Santiago

38. Diesel jeans

39. Pirates of the Carribbean

40. Musicals (Grease, Hairspray, and Chicago specifically)

41. Shakespeare

42. Poe

43. Caramelldansen

44. Pixars and OLD Disney's

45. The LG Rumor

46. iPod Touch

47. Apple computers

48. Anime

49. Manga

50. Comments

How to be Scene (thank you Linzy)

2008-11-24T16:16:00.000-08:00

First and foremost, your AIM/MSN/any other instant messenger screen name should be some rad song title and/or lyric. Remember, the more x's you have in it, the more scene you are.

Next, go buy yourself some girl's jeans. Face it, the tighter your jeans are, the more scene you will be, and the more the hardcore kids will hate you for it. Try on a pair of jeans and find that you're a perfect woman's 8? Buy a woman's 6 and suck it in.

After you buy your jeans, go and buy every single band t-shirt. Even if you've never listened to the band, or worse, never heard of them either. [Being scene, you're supposed to know every single band in the scene. Duh.] If people ask you about them, just say you like the "old stuff" and no one will ever know that you actually hate Norma Jean. Never buy anything larger than a Youth Medium. EVER.

Dont forget to pick up a white leather belt on your way out!

So, now you're dressed pretty scene, but how's your hair? Is it dyed black? Maybe with some bleach-blonde streaks? Does your fringe [bangs] cover one of your eyes? If you answered no to any of these, shut up, grab a pair of scissors, and chop away. Never go and get your hair done, ALWAYS do it yourself.

Good job. Now your hair is the sex. But, your look wont get you anywhere if you dont know how to dance. And by dance, I mean beat the crap out of people. First of all, you need to make sure you claim your space in the pit. As the band starts, push everyone back and scream something obscene. Then you need to start to pace the pit just so everyone knows that you can move in your pants. Pacing the pit involves doing a half walk-half skip across the room, while looking downwards and shaking your head. But dont mess up your hair.
Then, when the time is right [trust me, you'll know when] throw your arm back and hopefully, you'll hit someone in the face.
5 scene points if his nose bleeds.
Begin two-stepping. If you dont know how to two-step, you might as well leave and go practice in your living room in front of a mirror until you get it. Add some sweet floor-punches and a couple spin-kicks into the crowd, and you're set. Notice how I didnt mention the windmill. It's because that everyone knows that everyone is able to do the windmill. Too bad.
Now for the pile up! As everyone runs up to the stage, make sure you go last so you can be that cool kid on top of the pile. If you dont know the words to the song, fake it, and hope that its just screaming.
Your job is done.
Stand in the middle of the floor, with your arms crossed and survey the scene.
Good job, scene. Good job.

So you're offically labeled an ass now that you've given a couple of people black eyes. That's ok, that's the point.

Now that you're back home, go straight for your computer and immediately check your myspace. Get really pissed off when you dont have any friend requests, and get even more pissed off when no one has left you a comment in the 6 hours you werent home. Figure its because you havent updated your pictures in a couple of weeks and go take some more. Take about 80, but use the 2 most flattering ones. Remember, the more skin you show, or if you're sitting on the toilet, the more comments you will get.

Go outside and have a cig break and redraw the black X's on your hands. Afterall, you ARE straightedge. Everyone KNOWS cigs dont count!

Look up at the stars, sigh, and thank god that you're not emo.
Even though you really are.

The Best Videos Ever Put On YouTube

2008-11-22T10:11:00.000-08:00

This is why

2008-11-20T15:58:00.000-08:00

This is exactly why I get annoyed at my mom so easily: she started yelling at me for something so insignificant, and it's like why waste the breath? Just let it go and worry about things that are more pressing. Jeezuz.

Consider this my surrender

2008-11-19T14:44:00.000-08:00

Consider this my surrender. I give up on life. This ISN'T a suicide note, because honestly, life is better than the other. I give up on trying to make people happy. I give up really trying to make friends with people I don't like. I give up on trying to laugh at things that are not hilarious. I give up trying to laugh with people who laugh at me. I give up.

Please don't try. If you really do care, you'll tell me. If you don't, consider this the end of our friendship.

That is all.

So today,

2008-11-18T19:40:00.000-08:00

My new bff is one I never would've expected.
Aaron.
Anyway, I was talking to him today, and he was being all supportive of my emo rantings.
Here's some of the stuff I said:

it's just so hard to b urself in a room full of sames

if everyone was just themselves, we'd be a little less plastic

and all the girls in our grade are such cutouts

nobody is actually real

everybody has such a facade on

i try to be my weird, nerdy, self but it's hard

That is all.

I've given up on THAT idea.

2008-11-15T13:18:00.000-08:00

So, basically, I've given up on THAT idea of doing what I was doing. So here's another list.

Electronics that don't work:
1.Windows
2.Vista
3.Zune (Windows, you try all to hard to be like Apple.)
4.PlayStation (NINTENDO FOREVER)
5.Windows
6.Windows
7.Internet Explorer for Windows
8.mP3 (I mean come on- who DOESN'T like CDs or tapes or records? Although, I do love iTunes. To death)
9.Digital TV. What's wrong with analog? xD
10.Cable
11.Sprint
12.Viruses.
13.Windowswindowswindows
14.The joys of downloading things that take 3 hours to download

My continuation of My Least Favorite Things list

2008-11-11T17:29:00.000-08:00

This time, I'll do types of people. I know there were a few on the first list, but this will be more indepth.
1. Kissups
2. Snobby
3. Snobby, then sweet when they want answers off you in science.
4. Posers
5. People who have a seniority complex
6. People who just HAVE to give you a piece of their mind about anything (movies, music, art, etc)
7. Telemarketers
8. Cab drivers
9. Anyone that should be in jail
10. People who try to convert you to their religion
11. People who have to shove anything in your face because they have something and you don't. (holidays, clothes, friends, tickets to concerts, etc)
12. Posers
13. Ax murderers
14. People that hate your favorite (or one of your favorite) band(s) for unspecified reasons
15. Those people that have to do anything to make you feel inadequate in any way, shape, or form.
16. People that say you're a poser

That is all.

These past times

2008-11-11T09:30:00.000-08:00

So, this weekend, a lot of crap happened that wasn't that great. Someone called me an emo poser. The LAST thing I ever want to be called is an emo poser (no offense to emo kids- they are awesome). Honesly, I'd rather be emo than an emo poser, which is saying a lot. So here's my least favorite things list.
1. Posers (and people who call people posers because obviously they are posers too, am i correct in this thinking?)
2. Copycats. (I know, when was THAT expression last used?)
3. People on YouTube who are too stupid not to watch videos they won't like. Therefore, they hatecomment. Ew. Ewwewwewwewwewwewweww.
4. Clean and Clear
5. LICE.
6. Windows
7. People who can't say something without saying something pleasant (D. Patterson for you Lincolnites)
8. Sprint
9. Models who make everyone else feel bad for being anorexic/bulimic
10. People who compare everything and anything to Twilight (I know, we love the books, GET OVER IT)
There's more, but they have more to do with certain people *coughcough*a. bohnson for you lincolnites*coughcough* and certain types of people(see above and there's more to come)
So I'll leave it at that.