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

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

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

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

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.

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~

A Few Things

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

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.

"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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

"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.