Friday, December 31, 2010

Last post

Of 2010, baby!







...I got invited to a frat party.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Darn ramblings.

So, I went out with Austin.
I'm just going to pretend that's it's NOT 3:30 in the morning right now, because this story is amusing and also centered on me and a cute boy and therefore needs to be told in extremity. So.
Yesterday I was staying up until all hours texting people, as per normal. (Btw, Sonia seems to think that I'm her personal psychologist or something. She has been texting me with very depressing and emo statements for the last several days, and also asking my opinion on the SAME DAMN SUBJECT for about the same duration. Sexy shit, what am I, a problem dump? I have feelings TOO! GOSH! *storms out*) Anyway... where was I? Ah, yes. So I was also texting Austin, because that is always amusing. He asked me what I was doing today (oh, how subtle-not), and when I said probably watching Glee and eating leftover chocolate cake, he said, and I quote, "u should slip some hang with Austin in there =)". So I said sure, and then today he came driving up in his red sports car and picked me up. We went to Gourmet Pizza. He bought mine! Hell yes! Not spending money is something I approve of vastly. After that, we walked around the city for awhile, and then got boba. He bought that for me too. Um, can I say total TURN-ON? There's nothing sexier than a guy who won't make you buy your own food. At any rate, he's actually a pretty interesting person (for a white guy). He actually understood what I said and didn't gawp like a goldfish with head trauma every time I used a word with more than two syllables, which is really a plus (Cough*Justin*cough). He is even not a conservative prick, and doesn't want to go to an Adventist college! And I can even be myself around him (ish), and by that I mean not worrying if I accidentally let fly a few f-bombs or so. And get this! He opened the door for me! OPENED THE FRIGGIN DOOR! Even the car door! I can't believe it! He was very chivalrous! Yet he didn't stare at my boobs or my ass, ask my bra size, suggest a game of truth-or-striptease, make jokes about my personal anatomy or the inferior mental condition of the feminine sex, or ask me what I would do if we happened to be stuck together in a small and very sexually charged room, so I cannot but help feeling that he doesn't like me. Oh well. He texted me tonight saying that he had had fun and thanks and we should go out again (!!!!!!) and also that I was "really damn cute". SHIT! This guy is either the most playing player or he's bored out of his friggin mind! I've NEVER seen a guy be that intelligible before! He only misspelled about 1% of his words! And he is... well, I gotta say it. Even if I am a disgrace to my family name, it must be said. HE IS A DAMN SEXY PIECE OF ASS! There. I have said it. Even if his voice is so low that it's practically impossible to discern over the sound of Down With The Sickness and Rise Against (Oh yes! We like the same music! Except he doesn't listen to a lot of opera... but oh well. No one I've met besides me and Maya does). And he bought me stuff! HE BOUGHT ME STUFF! This is the best date I've ever been on! I barely needed to restrain my sarcasm, because HE WAS DOING IT TOO! (Making sarcastic remarks, that is.) I'm so happy... La la la. ♪ To celebrate, I'm going to sleep until about four tomorrow. Probably because it's about four right now. That could have something to do with it, could it not? Perhaps. Oh dang. I stay up waaaaay too late girlfriend. But then again, Kitty and Zac are up too. What is this, the cohort of insomniacs or something? Probably.
Jade was happy about my newfound loverboy too.
AH HOT SHIT! Don't tell me I'm going to turn into one of those semen spewing psychopaths who never miss a chance to make a plug about their wonderful man! And by never, I mean NEVER. They would advertise his ass at your grandmother's funeral. PLEASE no. Oh yes, Jade is one. She is also dating a fifteen year old. ANd she is eighteen. But it's ok, because they "love" each other. Have I mentioned that he's fifteen? And that they have only met online, have never talked, and have never seen anything more than "real" pictures? And that they have cybersex? ANd that occasionally SHE initiates it? Oh flipping wallaby diapers, she's fucking desperate. I am positive that he is a fifty year old man in actuality. And she tries to lecture me? Seriously! Can you spell hypocrite? She has, it seems, been misspelling her name on all her papers. I hope the professors don't decide to take points off for that.
Nine Inch Nails, man, Nine Inch Nails.
Gotta love them.
Austin does.
SHIT, brain, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Really now. We can't have you sounding like a brain impaired junior high school student (or anyone currently in Jersey Shore for that matter).
Or Sonia.
Honestly, she still likes JTJ! Really ridiculous. I can't believe that she's so serious about him. He's just a normal guy! He wears pants like everybody else! Although if he didn't, I'm not sure that would send him up in her esteem with a noticeable prejudice. She seems to be a modest, not-wanting-in-the-sack-on-the-first-date kind of gal. Isn't there a name for that? Ah yes. SHIPOOPI. You know, for the longest time, I never realized that was from an actual musical. I always thought it was an original from Seth McFarlane and his Cavalcade of Cartoon Comedy, but there you go. Just goes to show how much I know.
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
I would put my tender
Heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you....
I sure do have eclectic taste in music. Eve 6? Really? I've gone soft. Maybe I should dig up that old German slaughtering tribe band again? I may have missed their charm the first time. After all, chants about sodomy and necrophilia have a way of creating a negative first impression, but they would probably grow on you if you indulged in them a bit more.
Same with Cannibal Corpse. I may have found his apparent mental instability a bit unnerving at first, but if I really took the time to listen to such deceptively tender love songs such as Hammer Smashed Face and Make Them Suffer, I'm sure I could really learn to see the genius in the process, not to mention the execution.
It's all just a matter of acclimation, really.
Now whomever so reads this in the future will think that I'm a raving sociopath who listens to death metal all day. That is... not true. Not. True. I also listen to nihilistic metal.
But at any rate, I'm not as depraved as those who would wantonly listen to Justin Bieber and Hannah Montana, so I suppose whatever I do is in the clear.
I kind of want to go outside now. Like, go out and ride around the streets like the vampire child that I am. Except it's too cold. That's the only problem.
SHIT.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Rain ♥

It's so dark in here that I can hardly see the keyboard. And it's only 3:07! This is cause for rejoicing. (I'm a vampire, so I neither love nor need the light.)
It's raining again. This is a happy-making thing that makes me, er, happy...
Oh shit, whatever. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.
So this "morning", I came downstairs, bright and early at 2:15 to eat some breakfast. I thought I'd partake of the food that I so kindly absconded with yesterday after the never-ending cantata, but some fool had eaten it all! I mean, really, how rude. I go to all the trouble of sneaking away with it (and let me tell you, it was no easy feat) and then what happens? It disappears down the gullet of some ravenous relative! Honestly.
I want to go shopping. I need to buy presents for my friends, or at least a few of them, and I want to take more photobooth pictures. I don't have enough. I want to make a collage out of pictures (of me, naturally) and put it into the front of my binder so that I can stare at something when Mr. Annoying English Teacher is droning on and on and staring at me so I can't draw (he seems to think it's a crime against humanity for a girl to engage in some harmless amusement during the idle hours of third period or something). So I, as you see, need to go take some pictures. Allie, Sophia, Lia, and several others all want to go with me. So does KiKi. *SNICKER* That child needs a lot more than a shopping trip, believe ME... Actually, she's not really a child, is she. She's eighteen. And she has been eighteen for some time. Is it not odd that she is still in high school? And that she does not know how to write a three paragraph essay? And that I have seen kindergarteners with better writing than her? It is. And her drawings! Oh my, it is hilarious to see the airs she puts on about them. She has decided to start up a manga magazine. This is a lovely idea in theory, but when all the characters of said manga look like retarded dinosaurs, it is perhaps best to start in on a new vocation (such as maybe learning what calculus is). Even worse, she has recruited Kitty and me to help her out. I was happy at first to do this, because I do like to draw, and though no Tokyopop would ever hire me for my talent, I do have to admit that one can at least tell what I'm trying to depict 99% of the time. But then KiKi decided that I wasn't good enough for her, and gave away my promised spot in the magazine to some "girl" she met online. I believe that this person is actually a fifty year old man, but there you have it. I am, as we all know, rather pessimistic. I don't care THAT much, but it is rather annoying, especially when she starts complaining that I never do anything.Tell that to the voluminous tomes that I have made out of the hardworkingness of my own procrastination. Oh! And her smelly brother who STILL likes me? He does NOTHING! LESS than nothing! He does NEGATIVE effort! So she needn't be touting Kitty's and my indolence as a source of damnation! Sexy shit. This chick.
If she IS a chick. She has the most enormous amount of pubic hair that I have ever seen.
And I know this because she decided to change in front of me.
Bless my soul, I don't know how I survived that day.
...HOT PATOOTIE, BLESS MY SOUL! I REALLY LOVE THAT ROCK AND ROLL!
Rocky Horror Show ftw. ♥
So I think I'm going to actually do my studying ahead of time during this break. On Thanksgiving break, I was up until four on Sunday desperately trying to finish my assignments ere broke the dawn. I had a lot too. EVERYONE assigned something, even choir. We had to write concert reports. Ugh. So THIS time, I'm going to do EVERYTHING! And then I can play for the rest of the break! Or study, more likely. Actually, I don't even have anything except AP Euro. And in that, I just have to read and do some IDs. Which should be extremely easy. Oh happy joyful day of joyous happiness....
I'm going to go take a picture of the persimmon tree in the rain. It looks bomb. And by bomb, I mean like a set off of some emo movie about depression in a time of sadness. Lovely! ♥

Ffffff-

Oh FML, I'm so stupid, I think I should go die! I have a 2.98 because I didn't study because I'm too smart for the classes that I'm taking! But my life is terrible anyway! And therefore you guys all should have terrible lives too! Wait! What's that? You're not interested in hearing me say the same whiny thing for the seventh consecutive time? I HATE YOU! HOW DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER! Ooohh, FML....
Just shut the eff up, Zac. Enough of your pediatric puling. We're not in fifth grade anymore, so please desist with your attempts at manliness. Being rough and tough and confrontational does not make you a "bro", it makes you a dickpad. And no one wants a dickpad around except walking vaginas. And I don't think you'd enjoy hanging out with a walking vagina very much. They tend to have assholes for neighbors.
Oh, what a pleasant and lovely family we have. The dad hates any and every sound, except for the sound of his own voice. He also apparently hates us. The mom is so self sacrificing that it is sad. The older brother is a whiny, bratty, smartassed college student who thinks that he is the shiznit of the earth (and is the shiznit of the town). The sister is a sharp tongued little artist who looks like a model and never stops complaining about how fat she is. The youngest brother is a brat as well, a hyper, snappish, internet addicted child who looks at least three years younger than he actually is. And me? Stupid, fat, and ugly, and convinced that I'm a genius because I manage to ace my honor classes with minimal to no effort, and possessed of a hypocritical and evil personality that never really manifests itself because I always act like an anime character. Wonderful. We are of the most perfect genetic material ever. We should become the templates for a new generation.
Dear me. Now we are all discussing the most effective ways of killing someone. Personally, I think criminals on death row should just be locked up with Dad for awhile and they will emerge as detritivore fodder. The efficacy of a discourse on demons, plastics, crop circles, and mass brainwashing is unparalleled.
So.... I'm on winter break now... It's amazing. Although somewhat lonely. I miss everyone already. Oh, how sad, I sound like a farmer. Wait, what? Oh my....
Singer songwriter, hmm? How smart do you have to be to do that? Songs are ridiculously easy to make, and you can have a voice like a sieve (i.e none) and still be famous, i.e Lady GaGa and Justin Beiber. (No, Bieber? Or is it Beiber? Dammit, these Canadian people...) Oh well. I think I will make a song now. It will be lovely and beautiful. It will be.... it will be one of my favorite WTF songs!
Indeed! This one is called Rose Of Decay. (Isn't that a sexy name?)
Fading, falling, death on death
Lying on the snow
Living like a flower
A million years ago
In the moonlight fading
In the dark lit sun
Wishes pay it nothing
Till everything is done
Dancing forever
Rose of decay
Swirling in the moonlight
Never fade away
Watching forever
Never reach the end
Dying a death that
Life cannot defend
Bleeding with diamonds
Gashes of gold
Treasures that everyone
Would die to behold
Richer than a king
Darker than a tomb
Festering bony fingers
Sweep a gilded room
Dancing forever
Rose of decay
Swirling in the moonlight
Never fade away
Watching forever
Never reach the end
Dying a death that
Life cannot defend
Reach for tomorrow
Stretch out your hand
Hear the angel calling for you
Heed the sharp command
Dancing forever
Rose of decay
Swirling in the moonlight
Never fade away
Watching forever
Never reach the end
Dying a death that
Life cannot defend!
Ohhh, I am a fucking genius. That song is soooo morbid! I am a veritable Orpheus. (Hopefully more intelligent though. And female.) Unless I am a hermaphrodite. Could that be? I have the hairiest upper lip known to man. I have to pluck the sides of it so as not to appear to be role-playing as King Kong. Pluck it! Is that not ridiculous? Maybe I should go in for one of those surgeries where they remove your hair follicles. But then what would happen if some evil villain kidnapped me and would only set me free if I donated the hair follicles in my upper lip? I wouldn't have any! And so I'd be screwed. That would be terrible! I think maybe it's better to keep my money, er, I mean nobly withdraw my petition for vanity in favor of some other unfortunate and let the hairs grow free and wild. They are, after all, just as much a part of me as my feet, and I don't go around plucking off my feet, do I? But that may have something to do with the fact that upper lip hairs manifest themselves again and again and feet typically do not, unless you are one of those salamanders or something. Er, no, salamanders regenerate their tails. Well, something like that. I never claimed to be a naturalist.
I was forced to attend the world's longest orchestra rehearsal today. Sort of an orchestra, at any rate. It consisted of (besides my family and myself) two rather talentless violinists, a bored looking cello, and about fifteen saxophones.
Oh, lovely, I must needs go.
Farewell.