Ha ha, Michael Medved.
The gay penguins broke up.
One of them moved out.
How sad.
I thought they would last forever.
Athletic shorts!
California was awesome.
True, we only got to see restaraunts and theme parks, but the weather was great, the scenery was beautiful, and the people were...completely fake, but who cares about them?
We were coming back on the plane, and there were clouds and it was just a little bit colder, and everyone went, "NOOOOOOOO, TURN AROUND NOW!"
As Steve so aptly put it, "Why be happy when you could live in Washington?"
The weather here has been great this week, however. 77 degrees today. w00t
"Lagaan" was actually really good.
Or at least enjoyable. And entertaining.
And he picked the right girl. I was so happy.
Now for "Slumdog Millionaire"!
They're making a remake of "Fame"!
I'm pumped.
Grad night is tomorrow.
Ew, dress.
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Showing posts with label little black dress. Show all posts
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Tell the boys where to find my body
So I knew Freshman was going to suck.
But it made me really depressed when it did.
It's just so stupid!! It's nothing but a dance in your SCHOOL CAFETERIA, for crying out loud, and all the girls are wearing slutty dresses that they'll probably never look at again and the guys are bored and don't want to dance, and the DJ is a HORNY PERV who deserves to go to jail for ogling teenage girls AND playing crappy music.
And I don't know why Alie and Mikey came with us because they didn't want to dance and felt like being alone, so Amanda hung out with them a lot, so what was the point of coming together??
A super bad sign that the night was going to be bad was Alie's lack of ticket. Amanda had told me Ms. Wales had told her that Alie could buy one at the dance. It's sort of my fault because I doubted that, and I KNEW all of the dance rules, but I went along with it, so we got to the dance, and Alie and I got in MAJOR trouble with both principals, but at least they let us in (after making Alie fork over $12).
And the weird thing?
All that is apparently rooted in self-esteem issues I had in PRESCHOOL.
Speaking of that, it does bring up some interesting questions?
What makes people "popular"? Is it like a gene? And why, even when I'm in a freaking DRESS, do I still feel like a man compared to all my girl friends? And why do guys suck copious amounts of balls??
I now know what makes people gay. Woooo.
But it made me really depressed when it did.
It's just so stupid!! It's nothing but a dance in your SCHOOL CAFETERIA, for crying out loud, and all the girls are wearing slutty dresses that they'll probably never look at again and the guys are bored and don't want to dance, and the DJ is a HORNY PERV who deserves to go to jail for ogling teenage girls AND playing crappy music.
And I don't know why Alie and Mikey came with us because they didn't want to dance and felt like being alone, so Amanda hung out with them a lot, so what was the point of coming together??
A super bad sign that the night was going to be bad was Alie's lack of ticket. Amanda had told me Ms. Wales had told her that Alie could buy one at the dance. It's sort of my fault because I doubted that, and I KNEW all of the dance rules, but I went along with it, so we got to the dance, and Alie and I got in MAJOR trouble with both principals, but at least they let us in (after making Alie fork over $12).
And the weird thing?
All that is apparently rooted in self-esteem issues I had in PRESCHOOL.
Speaking of that, it does bring up some interesting questions?
What makes people "popular"? Is it like a gene? And why, even when I'm in a freaking DRESS, do I still feel like a man compared to all my girl friends? And why do guys suck copious amounts of balls??
I now know what makes people gay. Woooo.
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Monday, April 21, 2008
Do YOU have a date to Homecoming?
AAaaaaaaaargh. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. Thanks a whole lot, Mrs. Lutz. I was having a REALLY GOOD DAY. No, all my dreams did not come true, but I was having a pretty hilarious time with all my friends and teachers, learning interesting things about Shakespeare, whores, and Al Gore.
Then you decided to ruin it for me.
Thank you SOOOOOOOOOO much.
I'm sure she meant to be nice and all. She just wanted to give us some guidelines about how not to screw up the Freshmen for your girlfriend or whatever.
But come on.
It just made the dateless feel like total crap.
Because even though she stressed how much more fun it would be if you went with a group, she definitely had fun mentioning all the things you could not do without a date.
And, okay, you could do them, but you would look like a loser.
Buying yourself a corsage? Loser.
Taking yourself out to dinner? Pitiful.
Taking a picture by yourself? Why don't you go slit your wrists, you stupid emo kid?
And the dance itself is so lame. Why is everyone making such a big deal out of it? "A Night in Paris"? Are you kidding me?
And pictures are $25!!!!! $25 for a lame picture of you in an ugly dress with a guy in a tuxedo who so obviously doesn't want to be there, and after you buy it, you'll probably never look at it again.
And while I'm trying to convince myself it's just a STUPID junior high dance, Mrs. Lutz did a pretty good job in making me feel like an insignificant dateless loser.
Who will NOT look good in her freshmen dress.
So thank you.
I'm going to go eat some dinner, ignore others, do math homework, and come back hopefully when I'm in a better mood.
But I have decided I'm DEFINITELY not going to freshmen.
Then you decided to ruin it for me.
Thank you SOOOOOOOOOO much.
I'm sure she meant to be nice and all. She just wanted to give us some guidelines about how not to screw up the Freshmen for your girlfriend or whatever.
But come on.
It just made the dateless feel like total crap.
Because even though she stressed how much more fun it would be if you went with a group, she definitely had fun mentioning all the things you could not do without a date.
And, okay, you could do them, but you would look like a loser.
Buying yourself a corsage? Loser.
Taking yourself out to dinner? Pitiful.
Taking a picture by yourself? Why don't you go slit your wrists, you stupid emo kid?
And the dance itself is so lame. Why is everyone making such a big deal out of it? "A Night in Paris"? Are you kidding me?
And pictures are $25!!!!! $25 for a lame picture of you in an ugly dress with a guy in a tuxedo who so obviously doesn't want to be there, and after you buy it, you'll probably never look at it again.
And while I'm trying to convince myself it's just a STUPID junior high dance, Mrs. Lutz did a pretty good job in making me feel like an insignificant dateless loser.
Who will NOT look good in her freshmen dress.
So thank you.
I'm going to go eat some dinner, ignore others, do math homework, and come back hopefully when I'm in a better mood.
But I have decided I'm DEFINITELY not going to freshmen.
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Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Those genes are TOO tight.
Phone phobia is now explained.
Mrs. Lutz must feel REALLY strongly about abusive relationships, because she made us watch this 80's Lifetime video called "But He Loves Me". The ugly clothes and ridiculous music was pretty bad, but it was SOOOO DEPRESSING. Charlie, the abuser, was really annoying. And whiny. Why would you fall for his manipulation if he was such a whiny loser? And he was super overious and creepy with the whole, "I think I'm falling in love with you," after the FIRST DATE! Then he starts hitting her while her little brother's home, and her little brother just sits there and watches for like 10 seconds. Woo, Kyle.
Track started yesterday, and it's pretty amazing. Compared to last year, anyway.
Hey, new Blogthings. Haven't been there in a while.
You have been given a chocolate Easter bunny. Which part do you bite off first?
The ears, of course.
Dang, these quizzes are really off.
So, track. We did ladders yesterday, up to 1:15, and hills today, which sucked. New shoes!!! That work!! No Scholls insoles, though.
Haha, too true.
The little black dress test??? Definitely taking that one.
Are you disturbingly profound or profoundly disturbing?
I'm disturbingly profound; how about you?
Mwahaha, the new Madison Finn came in the mail.
I'm bored.
Please, not the 80's. Not the 80's.
The 80's.
Some of this is lies.
Mrs. Lutz must feel REALLY strongly about abusive relationships, because she made us watch this 80's Lifetime video called "But He Loves Me". The ugly clothes and ridiculous music was pretty bad, but it was SOOOO DEPRESSING. Charlie, the abuser, was really annoying. And whiny. Why would you fall for his manipulation if he was such a whiny loser? And he was super overious and creepy with the whole, "I think I'm falling in love with you," after the FIRST DATE! Then he starts hitting her while her little brother's home, and her little brother just sits there and watches for like 10 seconds. Woo, Kyle.
Track started yesterday, and it's pretty amazing. Compared to last year, anyway.
Hey, new Blogthings. Haven't been there in a while.
You have been given a chocolate Easter bunny. Which part do you bite off first?
The ears, of course.
Dang, these quizzes are really off.
So, track. We did ladders yesterday, up to 1:15, and hills today, which sucked. New shoes!!! That work!! No Scholls insoles, though.
Haha, too true.
Your Thinking is Concrete and Random |
![]() You are naturally inquisitive and curious. You're excited by new ideas, and you are a true independent thinker. You are interested in what is possible. You like the process of discovery. You are often experimenting, challenging old ideas, and inventing new concepts. Rules, restrictions, and limit don't really work for you. You have to do things your own way, and you can't be bothered to explain yourself. |
The little black dress test??? Definitely taking that one.
Are you disturbingly profound or profoundly disturbing?
I'm disturbingly profound; how about you?
Mwahaha, the new Madison Finn came in the mail.
You Are Fairly Abnormal in Love |
![]() When it comes to love, you definitely have your own take on things. You love and hurt like everyone else, but your expectations and rules are different. It may make it hard for you to feel understood. People don't really get where you're coming from. Why You Are Normal in Love You are normal because you rather die before your romantic partner. You are normal because you first fell in love when you were 18 or younger. Why You Aren't Normal in Love You are abnormal because you had your first boyfriend or girlfriend after you were 14. You are abnormal because you think it is better to have never loved than loved and lost. |
I'm bored.
Please, not the 80's. Not the 80's.
The 80's.
You Belong in Generation Y |
![]() You fit in best with people born between 1982 and 2001. You are cooperative, flexible, and adaptable. You know the world changes quickly, and you're eager to change with it. You are socially responsible, forward thinking, and open minded. |
Some of this is lies.
What Your City Walk Means |
![]() You are optimistic and hopeful. Sometimes you do get disappointed by expecting too much. You are generally confident and friendly with strangers. You are well mannered and sociable. Money is important to you in as far as you'd like to have enough to survive. You are curious about ideas. If you had the means, you'd like to explore the whole world. |
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Thursday, April 03, 2008
I now know why my parents hate me.
Ew. Ew. Ew. Never watching "Quest For Camelot" EVER again.
Because Cary Elwes is the voice of Garrett. I knew his voice really bothered me for some reason, but I didn't know why.
Okay, when you look on the back of the movie, it doesn't look like there's anyone famous enough to have their name put on the back, but hello? Pierce Brosnan, Cary Elwes (ewwww), Celine Dion, Gary Oldman, Don Rickles, and Eric Idle provide the voice talents for this movie. Wows.
"The King and I" was even worse. I guess the filmmakers decided if they smushed 2 hours of plot, a few of the award-winning songs, and tons of "hilarious" slapstick humor into 90 minutes of cartoon, it would be great AND kid-friendly.
Not so much.
The songs were great...except Anna Leonowens had the MOST ANNOYING singing voice ever. Too breathy, and she sounded like the mom from "The Swan Princess".
Aaagh, just too awful. It was pretty racist, too. Master Little? Painful. And they gathered elements from ALL Asian cultures and tried to pass it off as Siamese.
The worst part? They didn't even use the theme from the original "The King and I".
However, Tuptim and Chululongkorn sang "I Have Dreamed", my absolute FAVORITE song from the original film (even though it technically wasn't in the original one).
Oh yeah, the delectably shirtless Lun Tha was missing, replaced by a grown-up Chululongkorn. Lol. And Tuptim was a flower arranger instead of a concubine, because concubines are not family appropriate. And, you know, it would be really awkward if the Crown Prince wanted to get with the girl his dad has been sleeping with.
Aaagh, Louis kept forgetting to put on his British accent. Kralahome = so evil. But he didn't even wear a skirt!
ROFL, there's a board on IMDB for "The King and I" entitled: I was on the staff of this movie and even I hate it.
So I'm watching it again this afternoon.
AAAAAAAH I FOUND A DRESS FOR FRESHMAN!!!!
It's a black halter with pinkish polka dots and netting under the skirt. I also got Vans that look like slippers to go with it.
So pumped.
Because Cary Elwes is the voice of Garrett. I knew his voice really bothered me for some reason, but I didn't know why.
Okay, when you look on the back of the movie, it doesn't look like there's anyone famous enough to have their name put on the back, but hello? Pierce Brosnan, Cary Elwes (ewwww), Celine Dion, Gary Oldman, Don Rickles, and Eric Idle provide the voice talents for this movie. Wows.
"The King and I" was even worse. I guess the filmmakers decided if they smushed 2 hours of plot, a few of the award-winning songs, and tons of "hilarious" slapstick humor into 90 minutes of cartoon, it would be great AND kid-friendly.
Not so much.
The songs were great...except Anna Leonowens had the MOST ANNOYING singing voice ever. Too breathy, and she sounded like the mom from "The Swan Princess".
Aaagh, just too awful. It was pretty racist, too. Master Little? Painful. And they gathered elements from ALL Asian cultures and tried to pass it off as Siamese.
The worst part? They didn't even use the theme from the original "The King and I".
However, Tuptim and Chululongkorn sang "I Have Dreamed", my absolute FAVORITE song from the original film (even though it technically wasn't in the original one).
Oh yeah, the delectably shirtless Lun Tha was missing, replaced by a grown-up Chululongkorn. Lol. And Tuptim was a flower arranger instead of a concubine, because concubines are not family appropriate. And, you know, it would be really awkward if the Crown Prince wanted to get with the girl his dad has been sleeping with.
Aaagh, Louis kept forgetting to put on his British accent. Kralahome = so evil. But he didn't even wear a skirt!
ROFL, there's a board on IMDB for "The King and I" entitled: I was on the staff of this movie and even I hate it.
So I'm watching it again this afternoon.
AAAAAAAH I FOUND A DRESS FOR FRESHMAN!!!!
It's a black halter with pinkish polka dots and netting under the skirt. I also got Vans that look like slippers to go with it.
So pumped.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Why DO you have my pants?
OMG this is seriously the best day of my freshman year. Seriously, it was so sweet. Also, I'm wearing my dad's sweats and they're SOOOO comfortable. I need to buy a few pairs at Walmart, because girl sweats suck.
Mr. Caley made it sound like he was going to slave in the kitchen for 10 hours and make us a feast, but he just brought us bread and cheese, so we ate a lot of bread and played Quarters with candy, and listened to Megan's Hannah Montana singing card.
Yaaaay, Mrs. Sims is my freshman date! Lol, not really. It's kind of insane that I'm thinking about freshman date, but I've been thinking about it since like...Thanksgiving?? I just woke up and was like, "I NEED A DATE!" Yeah.
"Congo", by Michael Crichton, is seriously one of the best books I've ever read. Yeah, I know, I say that a lot. Amy is my BFF. THE BUTTON WOMAN!!! There hasn't been any violence since the prologue. Darn.
Aaargh, math was super hard. I hate how Mr. Kovacs REFUSES to help me when I seriously don't know what I'm doing, but he helps Amby all the time??? He'd just finished helping her, and I was like, "Mr. Kovacs, please help," and he just walked away. Aaargh.
I never want to play in jazz band again. Soo tired of "Jumping At Woodside". I had to play my solo like 4 times, and the conga lines were so not fun. No, Drew, be glad you didn't join in.
I hate that darn reader board. I HATE it.
Heh. I got Mr. Campbell some soup and made him some cookies, but he only got 6 because I decided not to use parchment paper, which turned out to be a bad idea, so I made 7 perfect ones out of 19 or 20, and then WILLIAM ATE ONE!!! Aaargh. After I told him NOT TO. I sort of spoiled the "suprise party", but he had to have known before hand. That was sort of a weird period. I talked to Quintin about basketball, had a ribbon fight with DJ, and ate some of Nichelle's cake.
Orchestra people are worse than band geeks. "I have Connor's pants." "Ooooh, why do you have Connor's pants??" "Yeah, why do you have my pants??"
I had to wear a dress today, which turned out to be not so bad. Only some of the compliments were backdoor insults. Thanks, guys.
Nick is racist. At least, his dog is.
I love candy canes.
But not old ones.
I LOVE THESE SWEATS AND BRANDON SALLER!
Mr. Caley made it sound like he was going to slave in the kitchen for 10 hours and make us a feast, but he just brought us bread and cheese, so we ate a lot of bread and played Quarters with candy, and listened to Megan's Hannah Montana singing card.
Yaaaay, Mrs. Sims is my freshman date! Lol, not really. It's kind of insane that I'm thinking about freshman date, but I've been thinking about it since like...Thanksgiving?? I just woke up and was like, "I NEED A DATE!" Yeah.
"Congo", by Michael Crichton, is seriously one of the best books I've ever read. Yeah, I know, I say that a lot. Amy is my BFF. THE BUTTON WOMAN!!! There hasn't been any violence since the prologue. Darn.
Aaargh, math was super hard. I hate how Mr. Kovacs REFUSES to help me when I seriously don't know what I'm doing, but he helps Amby all the time??? He'd just finished helping her, and I was like, "Mr. Kovacs, please help," and he just walked away. Aaargh.
I never want to play in jazz band again. Soo tired of "Jumping At Woodside". I had to play my solo like 4 times, and the conga lines were so not fun. No, Drew, be glad you didn't join in.
I hate that darn reader board. I HATE it.
Heh. I got Mr. Campbell some soup and made him some cookies, but he only got 6 because I decided not to use parchment paper, which turned out to be a bad idea, so I made 7 perfect ones out of 19 or 20, and then WILLIAM ATE ONE!!! Aaargh. After I told him NOT TO. I sort of spoiled the "suprise party", but he had to have known before hand. That was sort of a weird period. I talked to Quintin about basketball, had a ribbon fight with DJ, and ate some of Nichelle's cake.
Orchestra people are worse than band geeks. "I have Connor's pants." "Ooooh, why do you have Connor's pants??" "Yeah, why do you have my pants??"
I had to wear a dress today, which turned out to be not so bad. Only some of the compliments were backdoor insults. Thanks, guys.
Nick is racist. At least, his dog is.
I love candy canes.
But not old ones.
I LOVE THESE SWEATS AND BRANDON SALLER!
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Friday, July 20, 2007
It's just too good to be TRUE!
cBlogthings has MORE new Quizzes! YES! We are back on schedule.
Lol, I found this story on Quizilla called "Adopted by Fall Out Boy?". Aaaah, so funny. And not in a good way. But hey, it's me we're talking about.
Seriously, tho, the girl gets adopted by FOB!
Pete Wentz actually, who apparently lives with his band, and Patrick and Joe are gay together? Um, wth? And the main character doesn't know who Fall Out Boy is (but as her best guy friend says, they're the best emo band EVA! Um, not?).
Yeaaaah.
I was reading the career portion of "Do What You Are", where they give you the reccomended careers for your personality type. Yeah, so I'm an ESFJ.
So they want me to be either a pediatric nurse, a real estate agent, or a patrolman.
Um, no. Do you know how much I DON'T want to be a cop? I'm sure other ESFJ's find this thrilling, but it's low pay, females get sexually harassed, and I don't want to spend time away from my family to arrest prostitutes. And I SUCK AT SCIENCE! And pediatric nurses TAKE A LOT OF SCIENCE. Sure, I love kids, and get them for the most part, but not enough to do sciencey things for a living. And real estate agent? Enough said.
Wow, this is crazy accurate.
So true.
What's your punk band name? I'd love to know. Please don't be a name generator, please don't be a name generator, please don't be a name generator.
AAAAAGH, EVEN WORSE, A ONE QUESTION TEST!
NO WAY, THE CURIOUS SPORK!
Totally naming my rock band that.
I'm still curious as to what I would do in a rock band, since everyone thinks I fail at drums. And life.
Because if you're the manager and crap, you automatically get no recognition. Yes, I'm in love with myself, I want a little musical glory. But if you're manager, you might as well wear a T-shirt bearing the legend, "I have no musical talents." And you can't play trombone in a rock band. Piano, maybe, but I don't want to admit to my dad that I actually LIKE piano, because he's the one so adamant about me "using my gifts" AKA only play piano in worship/rock/punk/ska band.
Hello, I'm not Amy Lee. Sure, I did take 6 years of classical piano, and I'm still continuing to play on my own (AFTER FINALLY QUITTING!!!!), but I doubt I'd be good enough to start writing my own stuff or improvising just using the chords I know.
I know no chords.
Wow, this is true as well. Not like I'm complaining.
I'm sure guys just LUUUUURVE challenges (according to Chris Brown), but "hard-to-get" could also translate to "stuck-up-whore".
OH NO! Another men-oriented quiz. Or rather, a quiz about men and bla bla bla.
Yet I'm taking it. Oooooh well.
I can't really answer these questions truthfully...
"You last had a boyfriend...over a year ago." Like...kindergarten? Lol.
Um, right, I'm not a 27-year-old single woman living in a studio apartment in New York.
Do I scare off men? I would say so, as I laugh at the irony. But no, this quiz will tell me all that is wrong with my life.
REALLY????????
I was sure I was at least 72% scary. Oh darn. Another failure.
Not.
OMG, PROM QUIZ!!!!!!!!!
EVEN BETTER, PROM DRESS QUIZ!!!!
Oooh, tough. T-U-P-H. How should I arrive at the prom? Horse drawn carriage? Um, kind of lame. A plain old horse would be nice. How bout a pony drawn carriage? Are they discriminated against short horses, huh? Although ponies aren't horses...never mind. Convertible sports car? Tempting, I want one, but seems a little Valley Girl, uh, Limo, good old standby...and cliche. Motorcycle NO, SUV NO, environmentalists will kill me. Bentley? Limo? Bentley? Limo? I DON'T KNOW!
Oh, how appropriate, and it's black.
Well, that's it for today, folks.
HEY, I totally passed Unit 1 of WASHINGTON STATE HISTORY! Well, I don't know if I PASSED, but I finished it!
Sad. I'm 14-years-old, and the prom is what I'm most looking forward to in this life. Or at least my high school career. Well, that and freshman.
Lol, I found this story on Quizilla called "Adopted by Fall Out Boy?". Aaaah, so funny. And not in a good way. But hey, it's me we're talking about.
Seriously, tho, the girl gets adopted by FOB!
Pete Wentz actually, who apparently lives with his band, and Patrick and Joe are gay together? Um, wth? And the main character doesn't know who Fall Out Boy is (but as her best guy friend says, they're the best emo band EVA! Um, not?).
Yeaaaah.
I was reading the career portion of "Do What You Are", where they give you the reccomended careers for your personality type. Yeah, so I'm an ESFJ.
So they want me to be either a pediatric nurse, a real estate agent, or a patrolman.
Um, no. Do you know how much I DON'T want to be a cop? I'm sure other ESFJ's find this thrilling, but it's low pay, females get sexually harassed, and I don't want to spend time away from my family to arrest prostitutes. And I SUCK AT SCIENCE! And pediatric nurses TAKE A LOT OF SCIENCE. Sure, I love kids, and get them for the most part, but not enough to do sciencey things for a living. And real estate agent? Enough said.
Wow, this is crazy accurate.
Your Love is Based on Infatuation |
![]() Your love often borders on obsession. You fall in love from afar. You can't help but have strong feelings for someone you're attracted to. And even if that attraction isn't immediately reciprocated - you hold out hope. For you, feeling love-struck is almost as good as feeling in love. Why your love can last: You tend to love completely and unconditionally. Why your love can fail: Your love is often blind... and sometimes stupid. |
So true.
What's your punk band name? I'd love to know. Please don't be a name generator, please don't be a name generator, please don't be a name generator.
AAAAAGH, EVEN WORSE, A ONE QUESTION TEST!
NO WAY, THE CURIOUS SPORK!
Your Punk Band Name Is... |
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Totally naming my rock band that.
I'm still curious as to what I would do in a rock band, since everyone thinks I fail at drums. And life.
Because if you're the manager and crap, you automatically get no recognition. Yes, I'm in love with myself, I want a little musical glory. But if you're manager, you might as well wear a T-shirt bearing the legend, "I have no musical talents." And you can't play trombone in a rock band. Piano, maybe, but I don't want to admit to my dad that I actually LIKE piano, because he's the one so adamant about me "using my gifts" AKA only play piano in worship/rock/punk/ska band.
Hello, I'm not Amy Lee. Sure, I did take 6 years of classical piano, and I'm still continuing to play on my own (AFTER FINALLY QUITTING!!!!), but I doubt I'd be good enough to start writing my own stuff or improvising just using the chords I know.
I know no chords.
Wow, this is true as well. Not like I'm complaining.
Men See You As: Not a Challenge |
![]() When you're in love, you lay it all out on the line And while men do appreciate your honesty... Do you ever wonder if you're being a little too available? Pull back a little! He'll be wanting you even more. |
I'm sure guys just LUUUUURVE challenges (according to Chris Brown), but "hard-to-get" could also translate to "stuck-up-whore".
OH NO! Another men-oriented quiz. Or rather, a quiz about men and bla bla bla.
Yet I'm taking it. Oooooh well.
I can't really answer these questions truthfully...
"You last had a boyfriend...over a year ago." Like...kindergarten? Lol.
You Don't Need a Man, but You Want One! |
![]() You like having a guy in your life, and overall, you prefer not to be single. You won't go out with a guy out of desperation.. you rather be alone. However, when you're single, you do tend to obsess a little over dating. Because no matter how good your single life is, it's better with a great guy around. |
Um, right, I'm not a 27-year-old single woman living in a studio apartment in New York.
Do I scare off men? I would say so, as I laugh at the irony. But no, this quiz will tell me all that is wrong with my life.
REALLY????????
You Are 32% Scary |
![]() You scare men off ocassionaly, but only very weak men. You're a normal woman. You're not perfect, but you're pretty darn close. |
I was sure I was at least 72% scary. Oh darn. Another failure.
Not.
OMG, PROM QUIZ!!!!!!!!!
EVEN BETTER, PROM DRESS QUIZ!!!!
Oooh, tough. T-U-P-H. How should I arrive at the prom? Horse drawn carriage? Um, kind of lame. A plain old horse would be nice. How bout a pony drawn carriage? Are they discriminated against short horses, huh? Although ponies aren't horses...never mind. Convertible sports car? Tempting, I want one, but seems a little Valley Girl, uh, Limo, good old standby...and cliche. Motorcycle NO, SUV NO, environmentalists will kill me. Bentley? Limo? Bentley? Limo? I DON'T KNOW!
Oh, how appropriate, and it's black.
Classic Halter Dress |
![]() Classy and sexy, you know how to make a lasting impression without having an outrageous dress. |
Well, that's it for today, folks.
HEY, I totally passed Unit 1 of WASHINGTON STATE HISTORY! Well, I don't know if I PASSED, but I finished it!
Sad. I'm 14-years-old, and the prom is what I'm most looking forward to in this life. Or at least my high school career. Well, that and freshman.
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Sunday, May 06, 2007
BLAKE BANDWAGON!!!!
I'm on the Blake Lewis bandwagon. :)
I guess you could say I'm a hypocrite in that I didn't like him before, but now i do.
Whatever.
I only didn't like him because ALL he did was beatbox and American Idol isn't a beatboxing competition, but then he started singing and he was GOOD.
I think it was the dark hair and "Shot to the Heart" that did it.
And he's from Seattle.
Gotta represent.
WHy did we get on the topic of weddings, I don't KNOW!!
But Nathan doesn't want to wear tails???
And I don't want to wear white.
Wait.
No, we're not getting married.
Um, INCEST.
Yeah, sexual harrassment.
But I don't want to wear white or any pastel color. :P
Or blue.
I'm mostly leaning towards black seeing as I (kind of) look good in it and I like the color.
I don't care if I look good in white, or if not wearing white symbolizes "I'm not a virgin", I AM a virgin, and if I didn't sleep with you you can't say I'm not. :P
Also, white is dumb.
I kind of related it to my dad's opinion on my piano playing.
He thinks I'm really good and that it's my "gift" (meaning I should spend my whole life running my fingers up and down ivory keys); I hate it and I don't feel called.
Everyone thinks I look good in white and that it's virginity symbolic, bla bla bla; I hate white. Nuff said.
My mom said this made no sense.
Let's see...I want to keep my last name, get a nose ring, and not wear white on my wedding day. I'm going to be the worst wife ever.
Whatever. I'm going to be staying home with the kids and cooking. And I'll probably be a better cook than those stupid non-nose ring, white-wearing stay at home moms.
I think dessert chef is in my future.
Along with Georgia and Africa.
I watched most of "Happily N'ever After" again last night and it aroused some new questions.
1. How could I have not noticed that Sigourney Weaver is really annoying? Her voice is more grating than Freddie Prinze, Jr.'s.
2. How come Munk doesn't know how to work the wizard's staff, but Frieda suddenly does and can work all kinds of magic?
3. WHAT DO THEY SEE IN FRIEDA? Really skinny, large nose, weird hair, grating voice, that's not exactly SEDUCTIVE or SULTRY. Then again guys go for jessica Simpson and they don't like her for her brains. Unless her brains are located in the chestal area.
4. If Ella doesn't like Rick, why does she continually run into his arms and rub her hands all over his chest????
5. Lol. "And my dress disappeared." "OKAY, that was too much information, but thank you."
I guess you could say I'm a hypocrite in that I didn't like him before, but now i do.
Whatever.
I only didn't like him because ALL he did was beatbox and American Idol isn't a beatboxing competition, but then he started singing and he was GOOD.
I think it was the dark hair and "Shot to the Heart" that did it.
And he's from Seattle.
Gotta represent.
WHy did we get on the topic of weddings, I don't KNOW!!
But Nathan doesn't want to wear tails???
And I don't want to wear white.
Wait.
No, we're not getting married.
Um, INCEST.
Yeah, sexual harrassment.
But I don't want to wear white or any pastel color. :P
Or blue.
I'm mostly leaning towards black seeing as I (kind of) look good in it and I like the color.
I don't care if I look good in white, or if not wearing white symbolizes "I'm not a virgin", I AM a virgin, and if I didn't sleep with you you can't say I'm not. :P
Also, white is dumb.
I kind of related it to my dad's opinion on my piano playing.
He thinks I'm really good and that it's my "gift" (meaning I should spend my whole life running my fingers up and down ivory keys); I hate it and I don't feel called.
Everyone thinks I look good in white and that it's virginity symbolic, bla bla bla; I hate white. Nuff said.
My mom said this made no sense.
Let's see...I want to keep my last name, get a nose ring, and not wear white on my wedding day. I'm going to be the worst wife ever.
Whatever. I'm going to be staying home with the kids and cooking. And I'll probably be a better cook than those stupid non-nose ring, white-wearing stay at home moms.
I think dessert chef is in my future.
Along with Georgia and Africa.
I watched most of "Happily N'ever After" again last night and it aroused some new questions.
1. How could I have not noticed that Sigourney Weaver is really annoying? Her voice is more grating than Freddie Prinze, Jr.'s.
2. How come Munk doesn't know how to work the wizard's staff, but Frieda suddenly does and can work all kinds of magic?
3. WHAT DO THEY SEE IN FRIEDA? Really skinny, large nose, weird hair, grating voice, that's not exactly SEDUCTIVE or SULTRY. Then again guys go for jessica Simpson and they don't like her for her brains. Unless her brains are located in the chestal area.
4. If Ella doesn't like Rick, why does she continually run into his arms and rub her hands all over his chest????
5. Lol. "And my dress disappeared." "OKAY, that was too much information, but thank you."
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I'm sorry...
....BUT CAN YOU SAY DRAMA!????/
OMGEEEEEEEEEZ, I'm still sick. *cough cough* *cough* Sorry, I feel another one coming on. *cough*
And I've been up for like 5.5 hours and all I've done is listen to my ipod (now with 277 songs on it!) and do sudoku. Not even kidding.
And I was just thinking of random things and they were REALLY HILARIOUS!
From some story on Quizilla: CARSON???? NO! I loved you and you never called me!
From "Princess and the Pauper": [Erika] What's wrong, Wolfy? Are you sick? Something in your throat? Wait a minute...are you trying to...MEOW? [Wolfy] MmmmmWOOF!
From real life/South Carolina: Here I am! LBLBLBLBLBLBLB!
HAHAHAHAHA! I must be high on...something. I only had a bowl of cereal like four hours ago? I don't know.
Dumdedumdedum.
Wonder who wants to write a trail journal with me, hum...
Who should come, I wonder?
how bout...MURTAGH AND AMY LEE!!!!
Is it okay for someone to be your role model just for being pretty?
It doesn't seem right...
but I don't care, because she's ALSO a good singer.
AAAAAAAAAGH i found a DRESS!!!!
IT'S BLACK! AND FORMAL! AND I DON'T LOOK LIKE A SLUT!
YESSSSSSSS!
Hm. *looks at deodorant* It says "Little Black Dress approved". MY DEODORANT IS LITTLE BLACK DRESS APPROVED.
OMGEEEEEEEEEZ, I'm still sick. *cough cough* *cough* Sorry, I feel another one coming on. *cough*
And I've been up for like 5.5 hours and all I've done is listen to my ipod (now with 277 songs on it!) and do sudoku. Not even kidding.
And I was just thinking of random things and they were REALLY HILARIOUS!
From some story on Quizilla: CARSON???? NO! I loved you and you never called me!
From "Princess and the Pauper": [Erika] What's wrong, Wolfy? Are you sick? Something in your throat? Wait a minute...are you trying to...MEOW? [Wolfy] MmmmmWOOF!
From real life/South Carolina: Here I am! LBLBLBLBLBLBLB!
HAHAHAHAHA! I must be high on...something. I only had a bowl of cereal like four hours ago? I don't know.
Dumdedumdedum.
Wonder who wants to write a trail journal with me, hum...
Who should come, I wonder?
how bout...MURTAGH AND AMY LEE!!!!
Is it okay for someone to be your role model just for being pretty?
It doesn't seem right...
but I don't care, because she's ALSO a good singer.
AAAAAAAAAGH i found a DRESS!!!!
IT'S BLACK! AND FORMAL! AND I DON'T LOOK LIKE A SLUT!
YESSSSSSSS!
Hm. *looks at deodorant* It says "Little Black Dress approved". MY DEODORANT IS LITTLE BLACK DRESS APPROVED.
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