Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pasta. Show all posts

Friday, August 29, 2008

His weak chin shaking in anger....




You Are Macaroni and Cheese



Compared to most people, you are quite playful. You are a big kid at heart.

It doesn't take much to make you happy. You live for simple, happy moments.

You are very content. You don't try to make life overly complicated.

You remain thankful for whatever you have. Even if it isn't much, you make the best of things.


It's always nice to spend an entire day doing nothing.
Lisa left this morning. Tie told her off for waking up so early.
She left me "The Kite Runner". I'm 100 pages in and it's good, but also sad. It's impossible to completely hate Amir, though, because though his reasons were selfish...I don't know. I just don't hate him.
Poor Hassan, though.
Nazis suck.
"Eclipse" is dragging. I need to finish "The Deathly Hallows" and "Inkheart", not to mention loads of library books, so I'm rather tied up at the moment.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Gross? Yes. Refreshing? You have no idea.

Aww, I missed my chance to post on Leap Day!!! I was sort of busy with basketball, dancing, and spaghetti.
I kind of love pep assemblies, and I actually got to play with the pep band this time (which is so much better than helping the ASB do whatever they're doing), but afterwards I always feel really, REALLY tired. Like screaming at the top of my lungs and playing "Another One Bites the Dust" is so exhausting.
But the freshmen won (AGAIN), basketball was pretty cool (losing team had to sing to the wrestlers), and the dance was funner than usual.
Who knew dancing was that intense? And sweaty? And fun?
Not like I can dance. And I'll never get "Souljah Boy" down.
Oh well. I love my school.
I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast, it could be worse, I could be taking you there with me.
I'm good to go...and it looks like I'm still on my own.
Heheh, just reread "Princess Mia". I love JP. Kitchen scene = amazing.
"Omg. JP is in love with me. And we blew up the school."
Yay, it's March 1st!!! I love March. Pretty much the best month!
Hey, today was solo ensemble. I attempted to dress nice and ended up looking like a ninja. We'd been pretty worried because Kevin said he wouldn't come, but he came and CONNOR DIDN'T. Argh, not happy with him. Not like we needed him, because he's not a brass instrument and was just doubling on my part, but way to not tell us. Well, he told Micah and Robert YESTERDAY, THE DAY BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE, but not me or Kevin. WE DIDN'T SUCK! It was amazing. Micah got a little off, but he managed to get back on track.
Rodeo cheeseburgers, Burger King milkshakes, Snickers and soda, and lame picture retakes, orange grease that flies off those good chicken wings,
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!!!
At this rate, I'll grow another inch and cup size.
Like Princess Mia.
OMG, SIMS UNIVERSITY...I HAS IT.

Friday, June 29, 2007

PASTAbilities!! HAHAHA! Get it? Sounds like POSSIbilities!

I finished "Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment". I'd tried to read it last year after stealing it briefly from Scott, but got too weirded out and bored, a mere hundred pages from the end. I followed through this time.
It was pretty good. MAX KISSED FANG! You totally had to have seen it coming, tho, because he kept looking at her intently and crap, and then she was getting her butt kicked by Ari, and he's like, "GET OFF HER!" and fights for her honor and stuff. Awwwww... Fang sounds slightly dreamy. Officially in love with Fang. Eat dust, Murtagh. Hahahahahaha.
Only Max is kind of dumb [SPOILERS]because when she kills Ari, Jed's all, "YOU KILLED YOUR OWN BROTHER!" and she's like, "What does that mean? So confoozed..." Um, okaaaaay, if Ari is Jed's son, and he's your brother, then that means-
Dana Carvey/Pistachio Disguisey: Holy cannoli, you are my sister!
No, it means that Jed is your FATHER, Max.
Max: [Vader]NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![/Vader][/SPOILERS]
Anyways. Enough about that.
The rest of this post I will make fun of the horribly written piece of purple trash "Pastabilities" by Todd Strasser.
I don't know why I thought the first one was amazing.
I just don't understand this book.
I mean, if your parents say you're all moving to Italy, wouldn't you be excited? Here are the kids reactions:
Samara: Moving there would be so COOL! Italy is awesome! They really know about style there.
Chance: I guess it'll be okay. Soccer's pretty big over there.
Robby: I don't want to go. I like it here. This is where my friends are. (Typico...)
Oh, and I saved the best for last.
Kit: Well, to be really honest, I think I'd be happier staying here in Soundview Manor. But I guess I should try to be more open-minded and say that I'd give it a chance.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? SHE'S 14!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOBODY IS MATURE AT 14! Suck-up...
I keep picturing Chance shirtless. It just seems right. Not to be a perv or anything. Oh, and when he goes out of the house, he's wearing a wifebeater.
Oh, Chance is the master rap artist there.
Chance's Raps
Rap #1: I like the words and what they say/It reminds me of poetry in a way/The music's mad, but the beat is cool/And it sure beats studying for school.
Rap #2: There are a lot of babes in the world/Makes it hard to decide on just on girl/You may think you've found the girl of your dreams/But she's not as great as she first seems/The only answer is you have to hang loose/It sure beats hanging at the end of a noose.
I'm seeing a pattern here.
Rap #3: (I'll start this off with dialogue, so you can see how wonderfully Italians are portrayed in this book)
Gang member: Hey, you!
Chance: Say whaaaaaaaaaaaat? (I'm exaggerating, but I'm sure he said it with more than one A.)
Gang member: You are the pest!
Chance: But I'm the best pest/the pest with zest/a better pest than the rest!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! It's killing me softly.
Samara is a little whore. She's all, "Waah." If I were Kit, I would beat her to death with Italian leather boots. She just makes me VERY ANGRY.
Awwwww, Kit fell in love with Rafael, who speaks crap English. "I can relate to that." "Eh, relate? I-a no-a understand-a." Grr. And there's this whole epic love affair over the course of 5 days. Hm. Sounds ROMANTIC. And the parents are encouraging it. And Kit is convinced he'll wait for her when she moves back home. Psyche.
Also, Jessica (Chance's stalker) brings this creepy article about Italian men being great lovers and there's a picture of a shirtless Italian guy. Eh? And Kit reads it behind locked doors. Kit? Looking at Italian porn? Who would've thought?
I want to find a picture of Fang. Only I'm kidn of hungry. That will have to wait.
I heart Fang. I guess Murtagh's month is up. Wow, Orlando Bloom is a genius.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Actually, my favorite color is blue

No idea where that came from.
I should date a bassist?
If that bassist is Pete Wentz, no thanks.
Wow, can't really think of any bassists that I know.
I don't know about BASSISTS.
Wow, not even the bands I really LIKE. That's like...ALL OF THEM.
Is Fall Out Boy really the only band where I know all the members?
WRONG. WRONG WRONG!
I need a break from them. *tries to leave, but is latched to "Infinity On High"* NOOOOO!
I've been having weird dreams lately. I had a school related one earlier this week.
Mr. Jansen (who I had thought RETIRED): Sit down.
Me: I'm sitting here.
Sara: *takes seat*
Seat taken: *happens a lot*
Me: I'll sit here. OH CRAP! *realizes seat is taken*
Emo: Hey, you're sitting in my seat. That's unnaturally sexy. I think I'll talk to you for the first time all year.
Me: WTH???
It was pretty weird. BUt not as weird as last night, where one of my teammates and my old crush started going OUT?
Me: So you guys are going out????
Them: Yeah. *happy sigh*
It was so awkward. And it wasn't even real.
I wasted another day. And now I only have 2 days left. And one of them's Easter.
I will not sleep well on Sunday.
I feel like steak or some kinda meat. Or pasta. Definitely pasta. Because I was playing basketball with Amanda.
I really want a pair of Vans. Declaring them emo doesn't make them less amazing. I'm really thinking emo has outlived its welcome.
Apparently I'm having an emo wedding.
Luke is impossible to catch.
But he's SO CUTE.
I want pasta.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

...but his racist counterpart didn't think so.

Still working on my new Teen Titans powerpoint. Denzel Washington, after losing his job, goes gangsta, steals a car, and walks around in cemeteries when he has nothing to do.
Yeaaaaah.
We got our butts kicked BAD today. Varsity lost a close game. JV lost a not so close game. BUT I GOT TO PLAY! Only a minute in the 3rd and 4th quarter. BUT STILL! Aaaaaand I got a REBOUND!
I was going to wear a skirt today, but I chickened out at the last minute.
I stole an army man from Kelsey and named him...COMMANDER CODY! Commander Cody says you have a smart mouth.
Chris: I bet he's really Commander Matt. OOOOH! OOOH! OOOOOH!
Me: No, gross, his name is Cody.
Chris: More like Commander Matt. OOOOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH!
Um, right.
You can find Evanescence fans in the weirdest places: Hiding in corners, trees, in computer labs, under desks, in food, Dizmas CDs....
Yeah.
Dodododo.
Must play LEGACY.
I ate SHELLS for dinner.
And jelly beans.
And cheese.
I was going to eat some yogurt, but then I was full. And someone ate all the key lime.
Playing basketball makes me want to eat pasta.