I have returned from nanowrimo hell.
c and I are attempting to figure out just what the hell happened. today ava asked us what our shirt sizes were [awkward] and what color we liked more out of pink or blue [awkward]. if she is making us group shirts I am going to slit someone's throat.
over the month, ava stopped talking to c and me. it was GREAT. it was very nice, because we were actually free to talk about whatever we wanted and yeah. everyone else ignored us too. it was like sophomore year. I quite enjoyed the latter half of my sophomore year--no one except c talked to me. at all.
unfortunately a couple days ago shane called me so she could bitch about her problems. I just went "mmmhm" a lot and was basically on wikipedia the whole time.
I've been relegated to the role of tape machine.
I don't know if I ever posted about tape machining. it's another weird c&l-jargon term. we use it to mean, uh, when someone talks to you because they want to bitch and vent and expect you to say "that's not fair" and "that sucks" and "mmmhm".
well, it appears as though we're all growing farther apart. c surmises that by the beginning of next year ava will be pulling the suicidal card on us.
I may as well make this into a catchup of everyone, then. mary is all excited about things like ellen degeneres and world aids day, because that means gay!!!1!!1!11 lol!!1. and the last I heard emma is now going to Virtual High School. fabulous.
c wants me to add that last night ava pulled a massive derp. I have a long-standing history of writing rambly facebook notes. I decided to have a bit of fun and write out my middle school and high school years stylized like harry potter books. what I thought would concern everyone is that I got it out there that I was totally emotionally disturbed for a lot of freshman year and no one seemed to care. [I'm not getting all "OMG NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME GOING TO OFF MYSELF BRB", trust me.] does that concern ava at all? nope. she wants to know if I'm mad at her. OBVIOUSLY.
ego affronted
I think that'll be all. I need to go to bed.
edit:
oh god how could I forget. ava, c, and I all won nanowrimo. and ava did indeed turn it into a big derp about how she's better than everyone. she took an eight-day break smack in the middle... I can't even what is this
2.12.10
28.10.10
biggest excuse ever, here we go
I'm going to apologize in advance for this post. this is more of a psa than anything. during the next month I probably won't be posting much, if at all, because of nanowrimo. however, most of the table is doing it with me! shane wants to handwrite hers. good luck. c is, since it was she who found it in the first place last year. and ava has been talking about how it'll be So Easy for her because she can apparently write the requirement of 1,667 words per day IN A HALF HOUR. oooooh.
it is not that easy. she doesn't get that.
so I bid you farewell until december, blogosphere.
it is not that easy. she doesn't get that.
so I bid you farewell until december, blogosphere.
25.10.10
guess who is not working on the newspaper even though she should be?
I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
I have been editing this bitch of a newspaper. most of the articles are in. most of them have stunning grammar and spelling, such as "Wouldn't you want to start you fridays off good!" and "Math Leets" [I stared at this for about five minutes thinking "mathletes? MATHLETES? oh god, how did these people pass freshman english?"]
I said "most of the articles". emma and ava are still going with their feud. did I mention ava wants the story to end as a "psychological thriller", while emma wants "peace and understanding"? [those were verbatim.] this is a catholic school, mind you. I'd love to see how that one turns out.
but all this gorgeousness was overshadowed by a Special School Event, the very first of the year [and probably the biggest of the year]. yes. my school makes a bigger holiday out of united nations day than halloween, christmas, and the feast day of st. therese combined. we all get assigned a country. then the countries beat the shit out of each other.
my homeroom got barbados. why? because "the flag is pretty". c's got russia, because greenland wasn't a viable option.
turns out rihanna is from barbados. I got to hear more rihanna today than I have in the last five years. THE SAMPLING, OH MY GOD. I may or may not have heard republica [not sure] and soft cell [definitely] being butchered. I had my nail polish stolen and then returned to me by three different people.
then we went into the badly lit gym and all the countries beat the shit out of each other with bouncy balls. the main point of this part of the day was to spend an hour screaming at the top of your lungs and being deafened by the sounds of 200 other screaming girls. cymbals were suggestively hit. drums were suggestively beat. I heard the word "SENIORS" screamed so many times that my ears bled. [same goes for "JUNIORS" and "FRESHMEN" and "SOPHOMORES".]
okay, so maybe I have no school spirit. but holy hell, I've been going here for three years and THIS IS STILL REALLY WEIRD. as one of the soviet russians in c's homeroom remarked, "it wasn't as fun this year as it was in freshman year... FRESHMAN YEAR WAS AWESOME, WE HAD EGGS."
I better get back to editing now.
I have been editing this bitch of a newspaper. most of the articles are in. most of them have stunning grammar and spelling, such as "Wouldn't you want to start you fridays off good!" and "Math Leets" [I stared at this for about five minutes thinking "mathletes? MATHLETES? oh god, how did these people pass freshman english?"]
I said "most of the articles". emma and ava are still going with their feud. did I mention ava wants the story to end as a "psychological thriller", while emma wants "peace and understanding"? [those were verbatim.] this is a catholic school, mind you. I'd love to see how that one turns out.
but all this gorgeousness was overshadowed by a Special School Event, the very first of the year [and probably the biggest of the year]. yes. my school makes a bigger holiday out of united nations day than halloween, christmas, and the feast day of st. therese combined. we all get assigned a country. then the countries beat the shit out of each other.
my homeroom got barbados. why? because "the flag is pretty". c's got russia, because greenland wasn't a viable option.
turns out rihanna is from barbados. I got to hear more rihanna today than I have in the last five years. THE SAMPLING, OH MY GOD. I may or may not have heard republica [not sure] and soft cell [definitely] being butchered. I had my nail polish stolen and then returned to me by three different people.
then we went into the badly lit gym and all the countries beat the shit out of each other with bouncy balls. the main point of this part of the day was to spend an hour screaming at the top of your lungs and being deafened by the sounds of 200 other screaming girls. cymbals were suggestively hit. drums were suggestively beat. I heard the word "SENIORS" screamed so many times that my ears bled. [same goes for "JUNIORS" and "FRESHMEN" and "SOPHOMORES".]
okay, so maybe I have no school spirit. but holy hell, I've been going here for three years and THIS IS STILL REALLY WEIRD. as one of the soviet russians in c's homeroom remarked, "it wasn't as fun this year as it was in freshman year... FRESHMAN YEAR WAS AWESOME, WE HAD EGGS."
I better get back to editing now.
15.10.10
I'm tired and this is anticlimactic
shane was absent. and ava went to a college fair thing during lunch.
as such nobody else cared about our table-shifting experiment. must test this out further.
though I do have an interesting bit of news regarding our newspaper: ava and emma have both volunteered to write short stories for the paper. this would be no problem, really, if emma hadn't.. thought of something.
they have somehow decided to collaborate and write a story together with two main characters. one for each of them to control. okay. this would not be a problem if the two of them were rational 100% of the time, or even 96% of the time. unfortunately for us all, they aren't. they are both control freaks when it comes to their writing.
as I said to c, I would be willing to make monetary bets that before the end of the year we get at least one "OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY CHARACTER".
please excuse my brevity, I'm trying to outline my november.
as such nobody else cared about our table-shifting experiment. must test this out further.
though I do have an interesting bit of news regarding our newspaper: ava and emma have both volunteered to write short stories for the paper. this would be no problem, really, if emma hadn't.. thought of something.
they have somehow decided to collaborate and write a story together with two main characters. one for each of them to control. okay. this would not be a problem if the two of them were rational 100% of the time, or even 96% of the time. unfortunately for us all, they aren't. they are both control freaks when it comes to their writing.
as I said to c, I would be willing to make monetary bets that before the end of the year we get at least one "OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY CHARACTER".
please excuse my brevity, I'm trying to outline my november.
13.10.10
suicide mission #4385098483724
the psats were today. emma actually came into school for the first time in ten years. I am astounded.
the main reasoning as to this posting is a certain little experiment c did last week. we went down to our free block [not our study period, our freeeee block] in the cafeteria, and she just didn't talk. she communicated entirely through nodding and shrugging and sighing.
and the thing is--nobody noticed. I don't mean either of us were expecting someone to latch on and say "OH C, YOU'RE NOT TALKING, SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG". I mean conversations went on as normal and everyone talked at her. since when she's not actually offering any semblance of an opinion, it pretty much cements her role as Huggable Teddy Bear.
c repeated this for a couple days. finally ava noticed because c "didn't even help [her] with [her] homework". the self-centeredness of most of this table amazes me.
aaaand so we have decided that that is the end of the bullshit. we're doing the unthinkable tomorrow. changing lunch tables.
OH NO. according to high school tradition this must mean we hate our table and are planning on shooting them up!!! GASP.
cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.
expect a post later tomorrow night [I'll have c slap me if I don't do it. I have to go to the town offices tomorrow after school to fill out a ton of paperwork... what have I gotten myself into]. I want to see how this goes. I really do. I hope neither of us explodes or is stabbed.
oh, and I need to blog about the ring fail too! shit. well, another day. I can't cram every sucky school event into one post, now, can I?
the main reasoning as to this posting is a certain little experiment c did last week. we went down to our free block [not our study period, our freeeee block] in the cafeteria, and she just didn't talk. she communicated entirely through nodding and shrugging and sighing.
and the thing is--nobody noticed. I don't mean either of us were expecting someone to latch on and say "OH C, YOU'RE NOT TALKING, SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG". I mean conversations went on as normal and everyone talked at her. since when she's not actually offering any semblance of an opinion, it pretty much cements her role as Huggable Teddy Bear.
c repeated this for a couple days. finally ava noticed because c "didn't even help [her] with [her] homework". the self-centeredness of most of this table amazes me.
aaaand so we have decided that that is the end of the bullshit. we're doing the unthinkable tomorrow. changing lunch tables.
OH NO. according to high school tradition this must mean we hate our table and are planning on shooting them up!!! GASP.
cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.
expect a post later tomorrow night [I'll have c slap me if I don't do it. I have to go to the town offices tomorrow after school to fill out a ton of paperwork... what have I gotten myself into]. I want to see how this goes. I really do. I hope neither of us explodes or is stabbed.
oh, and I need to blog about the ring fail too! shit. well, another day. I can't cram every sucky school event into one post, now, can I?
6.10.10
OH GOD
is it wednesday already?! I swear to god I meant to post on sunday. junior year, you eat my free time [as does preparing for nanowrimo].
anyway, life seems to be going pretty well. at mass last friday, it rained like hell. turns out we actually had to walk across the street for mass, and not just up the stairs to our badly lit gym. that went all right[ish]. it would have gone perfectly except that the communion hymn was the prayer of st. francis set to music. and the poor middle school child they had chosen to sing it... really could not sing, to say the least. the only logical explanation that I can think of as to why they chose him was that he had some kind of terminal illness and it was his lifelong dream to sing the prayer of st. francis to a large group of jaded high school girls. even the teachers were trying not to laugh.
emma is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. shane, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.
mary is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, britney has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.
finally, everyone's favorite ava is on an every-other-day cycle of being mad at yours truly. and expecting me to know exactly why without her ever looking at me, much less talking. oh, and then she's always fine the next morning. I LOVE BITCHY DRAMAAAAAA.
psats are coming up! yaaaaay! the english department is all happy about this. the math department is doing nothing, as usual. "god love you on the math section," our lit teacher said today. it is quite true.
I quit my grocery store job. I have never been happier, not even when I went to see pearl jam. well, maybe pearl jam beats being free of drudgery. at least I have my library job.
today mrs. theology told us not to swear in the hallway or anyone who happened to be around her was getting a detention. somehow I think this was directed at me. and yet she still has no clue who I am.
we have another weird church service on friday. no idea what the hell their reasoning is this time. hopefully I can remember to update my sad lonely blog.
oooh, and speaking of my sad lonely blog--we had an assembly on how facebook is bad and cyberbullying is bad and myspace is bad and taking pictures of yourself is bad [child pronography, kids] and basically the internet is for shit! I love my school.
anyway, life seems to be going pretty well. at mass last friday, it rained like hell. turns out we actually had to walk across the street for mass, and not just up the stairs to our badly lit gym. that went all right[ish]. it would have gone perfectly except that the communion hymn was the prayer of st. francis set to music. and the poor middle school child they had chosen to sing it... really could not sing, to say the least. the only logical explanation that I can think of as to why they chose him was that he had some kind of terminal illness and it was his lifelong dream to sing the prayer of st. francis to a large group of jaded high school girls. even the teachers were trying not to laugh.
emma is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. shane, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.
mary is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, britney has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.
finally, everyone's favorite ava is on an every-other-day cycle of being mad at yours truly. and expecting me to know exactly why without her ever looking at me, much less talking. oh, and then she's always fine the next morning. I LOVE BITCHY DRAMAAAAAA.
psats are coming up! yaaaaay! the english department is all happy about this. the math department is doing nothing, as usual. "god love you on the math section," our lit teacher said today. it is quite true.
I quit my grocery store job. I have never been happier, not even when I went to see pearl jam. well, maybe pearl jam beats being free of drudgery. at least I have my library job.
today mrs. theology told us not to swear in the hallway or anyone who happened to be around her was getting a detention. somehow I think this was directed at me. and yet she still has no clue who I am.
we have another weird church service on friday. no idea what the hell their reasoning is this time. hopefully I can remember to update my sad lonely blog.
oooh, and speaking of my sad lonely blog--we had an assembly on how facebook is bad and cyberbullying is bad and myspace is bad and taking pictures of yourself is bad [child pronography, kids] and basically the internet is for shit! I love my school.
30.9.10
updates! updaaates!
c wheedled [vocab word] me into adding this in. at the sleepover when we went to the park we ended up running from the cops. it was astounding.
oh yeah. good night when you have to run from the cops. I've found that whenever the cops go after me I'm somehow ALWAYS with shane. I feel like this could explain a lot.
tomorrow, it being the feast day of st. therese of lisieux, we are having mass in our badly-lit gym once again! to celebrate we made some crappy toilet-paper roses in theology, assisted by mrs. babiez. apparently they're being handed out to the school tomorrow. fantastic. I will take a picture.
c also surmises that we might have some kind of weird assembly or pep rally or something in the middle of the day after mass. oh god I'm worried.
so close... so close to the weekend... I'm tired.
oh yeah. good night when you have to run from the cops. I've found that whenever the cops go after me I'm somehow ALWAYS with shane. I feel like this could explain a lot.
tomorrow, it being the feast day of st. therese of lisieux, we are having mass in our badly-lit gym once again! to celebrate we made some crappy toilet-paper roses in theology, assisted by mrs. babiez. apparently they're being handed out to the school tomorrow. fantastic. I will take a picture.
c also surmises that we might have some kind of weird assembly or pep rally or something in the middle of the day after mass. oh god I'm worried.
so close... so close to the weekend... I'm tired.
27.9.10
the knife wants to slit me, do you think you can help me?
when I woke up this morning and went through my jacket I found a wad of paper inside it. it would appear the post I drafted has gone through the wash. so I'm going to write a huge one right now, even though I should be doing chemistry homework.
first things first, the sleepover on saturday was really weird because there was no major drama. likely because shane was sick and couldn't come. [she was still out today.] ava, of course, said a great many passive-aggressive things, but she does that anyway. assorted adam lambert songs were sung by mary and britney, which made me want to die. we went to a park at 9:30 at night. all was good.
now for the rest of the week.
on tuesday we had our first newspaper meeting. that went pretty well too. someone from every grade either showed up or expressed interest but had something to do during that period. pretty exciting. ava showed up late. emma was also there.
ms. butler ended up spending the whole time stressing that this is YOUR NEWSPAPER and that we want things that interest YOU. she suggested a short story that runs in parts over every issue. a little light over ava's head went off, I could just see it. unfortunately so did emma. and now they are competing. it's the best.
mary and I have both lost count of the absences. emma was in today; shene wasn't. I think it's 4-5 at this point, with shane in the lead.
ava is continuing her nightly cycle of blowing up over nothing and then taking five hours to be reassured that neither c nor I is mad at her. I won't even bother anymore. it all blends together over time. by this I mean I'm not posting any more about her derps unless she does a really bad one.
speaking of which, she thinks devo are called tivo.
first things first, the sleepover on saturday was really weird because there was no major drama. likely because shane was sick and couldn't come. [she was still out today.] ava, of course, said a great many passive-aggressive things, but she does that anyway. assorted adam lambert songs were sung by mary and britney, which made me want to die. we went to a park at 9:30 at night. all was good.
now for the rest of the week.
on tuesday we had our first newspaper meeting. that went pretty well too. someone from every grade either showed up or expressed interest but had something to do during that period. pretty exciting. ava showed up late. emma was also there.
ms. butler ended up spending the whole time stressing that this is YOUR NEWSPAPER and that we want things that interest YOU. she suggested a short story that runs in parts over every issue. a little light over ava's head went off, I could just see it. unfortunately so did emma. and now they are competing. it's the best.
mary and I have both lost count of the absences. emma was in today; shene wasn't. I think it's 4-5 at this point, with shane in the lead.
ava is continuing her nightly cycle of blowing up over nothing and then taking five hours to be reassured that neither c nor I is mad at her. I won't even bother anymore. it all blends together over time. by this I mean I'm not posting any more about her derps unless she does a really bad one.
speaking of which, she thinks devo are called tivo.
24.9.10
I am still not dead
I apologize for the last post. and for not posting since then. I have been sick. I'm better now, I think.
I drafted a post today in math class. [I sit at the back and the book tends to explain the lessons a lot better than the teacher does.] unfortunately I think the receipt I wrote it on is somewhere in my uniform, which I am no longer wearing. long story short is shit has happened and you'll be getting it later.
also I'm hosting a sleepover tomorrow! how excellent is that. sleepovers always create havoc and drama and folly. I love sleepovers.
I've lost count of the absences. I'll ask mary about it. she's keeping better track of it than I am...
I drafted a post today in math class. [I sit at the back and the book tends to explain the lessons a lot better than the teacher does.] unfortunately I think the receipt I wrote it on is somewhere in my uniform, which I am no longer wearing. long story short is shit has happened and you'll be getting it later.
also I'm hosting a sleepover tomorrow! how excellent is that. sleepovers always create havoc and drama and folly. I love sleepovers.
I've lost count of the absences. I'll ask mary about it. she's keeping better track of it than I am...
21.9.10
my eyes hurt and I want them gouged out
our first newspaper meeting was today. ava is, at the same time pulling several doozies in how she is Needy and Emotional and WHAT THE FUCK EVER. and in theology we've started our Real Feminism Is Having Babies And Being Humble course. but I'm not posting about any of those today. sorry.
what I will say is this: c has about a billion magical mysterious health ailments. one of those happens to be Fall Allergies. somehow, she has passed a cold onto non-allergic me. I am wearing my academy sunglasses so the computer screen isn't too bright. [they are seriously sunglasses from the school store. they used to say the name on the side but now it's worn off. I like them because they can fit over my gigantic regular glasses comfortably.]
the short of it is I feel like crap and the cat puked on my bed today. and I just drank I think a bit too much nyquil and I'm probably legally intoxicated right now.
I will post about all kinds of fun shit when I'm not exhibiting the attributes of most of the seven dwarves. [sneezy! dopey! sleepy! the list goes on...] I promise. just let me sleep about ten hours tonight.
emma's absences equal shane's absences. 2-2. now to figure out which of them is more annoying in the more inopportune time slot.
what I will say is this: c has about a billion magical mysterious health ailments. one of those happens to be Fall Allergies. somehow, she has passed a cold onto non-allergic me. I am wearing my academy sunglasses so the computer screen isn't too bright. [they are seriously sunglasses from the school store. they used to say the name on the side but now it's worn off. I like them because they can fit over my gigantic regular glasses comfortably.]
the short of it is I feel like crap and the cat puked on my bed today. and I just drank I think a bit too much nyquil and I'm probably legally intoxicated right now.
I will post about all kinds of fun shit when I'm not exhibiting the attributes of most of the seven dwarves. [sneezy! dopey! sleepy! the list goes on...] I promise. just let me sleep about ten hours tonight.
emma's absences equal shane's absences. 2-2. now to figure out which of them is more annoying in the more inopportune time slot.
16.9.10
failwagon!
WHAT THE HELL, GUYS? are you all serious? I am so not used to everyone speaking to each other in a friendly manner and nothing being on fire... christ, what is this?
last night mary called me to inform me that one of our many transfer students felt Left Out. mary knows her from middle school or something so she sits at our table, when really--she watches jersey shore and listens to the jonas brothers--she should be at a pvg table. she knows nothing of mary's shane-affair, which I find interesting. I mean, the whole school knows about it. there are like 180 people, it's not that hard to spread rumors. or facts, as the case is.
anyway I'm going to call said transfer student britney! after britney spears! [and also my annoying neighbor who thinks she can sing.] damn, I wish I could've called her mary, but my logic for calling mary mary was too good. [damn, I'll shut up.] in any case we had britney move to the middle of the lunch table so she was in the middle of all the conversations. it didn't really work, but at one point mary remarked "this is just like it was at the beginning of freshman year!" and right there I saw ava's eyes light up like she'd just gotten a bb gun on christmas. yeah yeah, dream on.
speaking of ava, I was thinking about giving her a short piece of my non-blog-related writing. before this week I hadn't given any of my writing to anyone, but then I gave c a bit of my nanowrimo piece and a short based on this song. ah... well, if it happens, she'll probably trash whatever it is anyway. I have to be careful.
OKAY THAT WAS A RAMBLE. sorry. here are some quick facts:
I'm hosting a sleepover next saturday. expect posting.
emma absences: 2
shane absences: 1
your move.
last night mary called me to inform me that one of our many transfer students felt Left Out. mary knows her from middle school or something so she sits at our table, when really--she watches jersey shore and listens to the jonas brothers--she should be at a pvg table. she knows nothing of mary's shane-affair, which I find interesting. I mean, the whole school knows about it. there are like 180 people, it's not that hard to spread rumors. or facts, as the case is.
anyway I'm going to call said transfer student britney! after britney spears! [and also my annoying neighbor who thinks she can sing.] damn, I wish I could've called her mary, but my logic for calling mary mary was too good. [damn, I'll shut up.] in any case we had britney move to the middle of the lunch table so she was in the middle of all the conversations. it didn't really work, but at one point mary remarked "this is just like it was at the beginning of freshman year!" and right there I saw ava's eyes light up like she'd just gotten a bb gun on christmas. yeah yeah, dream on.
speaking of ava, I was thinking about giving her a short piece of my non-blog-related writing. before this week I hadn't given any of my writing to anyone, but then I gave c a bit of my nanowrimo piece and a short based on this song. ah... well, if it happens, she'll probably trash whatever it is anyway. I have to be careful.
OKAY THAT WAS A RAMBLE. sorry. here are some quick facts:
I'm hosting a sleepover next saturday. expect posting.
emma absences: 2
shane absences: 1
your move.
15.9.10
what?!
the drama-free days continue. today at lunch we all got along like a normal table. it was really, really weird.
as such I have nothing much to write a post about.
days shane has missed: 1. days emma has missed: 0. again... WEIRD.
as such I have nothing much to write a post about.
days shane has missed: 1. days emma has missed: 0. again... WEIRD.
13.9.10
everyday life #2
a bit of trivia for you- ava has not had a sharefest about Her Feelings for 72 hours now!
today was actually quite drama-free. I'm starting to think it's like the calm before the storm or something. and now I am quite worried. potential drama here we come!
shane continues to do what she's always done with her schoolwork, with a bit of alteration: she's getting it done, but makes sure we all hear her sarcastic comments about it. the only difference between this year and last year is now she's actually passing it in on time.
emma has come into school for four straight days! come on, let's keep this streak alive!
allegedly mary talked to jean last night. jean is mentioned on the cast page but I've never put her in a post... fail. in short, jean and alice came to the academy in freshman year and then alice had to leave and so now they go to school together somewhere else. anyway, mary reports that jean is "tired" [it was probably right before she went to bed] and is apparently also engaged. she's sixteen. whaaaaaat
who will snap first? inquiring minds want to know.
today was actually quite drama-free. I'm starting to think it's like the calm before the storm or something. and now I am quite worried. potential drama here we come!
shane continues to do what she's always done with her schoolwork, with a bit of alteration: she's getting it done, but makes sure we all hear her sarcastic comments about it. the only difference between this year and last year is now she's actually passing it in on time.
emma has come into school for four straight days! come on, let's keep this streak alive!
allegedly mary talked to jean last night. jean is mentioned on the cast page but I've never put her in a post... fail. in short, jean and alice came to the academy in freshman year and then alice had to leave and so now they go to school together somewhere else. anyway, mary reports that jean is "tired" [it was probably right before she went to bed] and is apparently also engaged. she's sixteen. whaaaaaat
who will snap first? inquiring minds want to know.
12.9.10
she's gonna kill me
A (9:52:40 PM): how long will this newspaper be per issue?
C (9:52:46 PM): I don't know yet
A (9:53:19 PM): is that something for the whole newspaper to decide on
A (9:53:21 PM): ?
C (9:53:32 PM): uh, no, it's more something that happens...?
C (9:53:58 PM): is she trying to SET A PAGE LENGTH?
L (9:54:06 PM): YES, SHE IS.
you have got to be kidding
C (9:52:46 PM): I don't know yet
A (9:53:19 PM): is that something for the whole newspaper to decide on
A (9:53:21 PM): ?
C (9:53:32 PM): uh, no, it's more something that happens...?
C (9:53:58 PM): is she trying to SET A PAGE LENGTH?
L (9:54:06 PM): YES, SHE IS.
you have got to be kidding
11.9.10
hellhole crap and superdrama
can you guess what the topic of today's post is going to be? if you guessed ava the drama machine, you, sir, are correct. she is at it again. I sometimes wonder if she ever sleeps or if she just stays up and thinks of all the different ways to ask people if they're mad at her and then blow up at them.
the night before school started she sent me a ten-minute-long trance song, with no warning, without telling me what it was other than "look!!! song I sent you!!!" I don't even.
this progressed into how she's "TRYING!!!!" to not be oversensitive and uber-emotional. and then it was back to her favorite topic ever: how college will solve all her problems.
ava: but anyway, it's just they are getting frustrated with how i can be wicked oversensitive and emotional. i really am trying but apparently not good enough for them
me: they're your family. again. somehow I don't thnik anything we do wiill ever be good enough for our families, becase we have to live with them.
ava: sigh. i love them, i really do. but i cant wait for college. just SO annoying
me: what is, just.. everything?
ava: family
me: yeah.. well, yeah, when you live with someone of course you'll be mad at them every once in a while. because there's no way to get away from them.
this did not placate her. she kept on going with "I HATE MY LIFE, COLLEGE WILL MAKE IT BETTER!", which we in the real world refer to "'I can't wait to get out of this hellhole' crap".
it. got. better.
ava: yeah... this is why i am nervous to get married. because my kids will annoy me a lot, and my husband will annoy me a lot and i will find myself wishing i can move back to college
me: I thought you said you wanted to fall in love.... and yes, you think your mother doesn't get annoyed at you and your sister and your dad?*
ava: huh> i do want to fall in love but i also want to be happy
me: shoudln't falling in love make you happy? getting married won't automatically make you happy*
ava: yeah falling in love with the wrong person can make you miserable
*notice how she totally brushes these things off.
C (10:04:05 PM): oh my god
C (10:04:12 PM): cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.
L (10:04:31 PM): yes. cheap teenage melodrama, comrade.
C (10:04:33 PM): I can't wait to get out of home, so my family will stop nagging me all the time, and take care of MYSELF. and pay for MYSELF. because that WON'T BE ANNOYING AT ALL.
C (10:05:00 PM): dude, if all you want is to be alone maybe you shouldn't get married?
C (10:05:13 PM): I like how she didn't respond to the thing about her mom
I do too, C. [have I ever mentioned how the C stands for comrade?] [ok it doesn't really.] but the thing is she does shit like this all the time.
yestersay she switched back over to aim, which is where c and I hang out all the time. because facebook chat sucks. it also meant that there was another epic ranting sharefest last night. typically when these happen I get slightly less violent toward her for a short period. not this time. she dithered on for ages about how she feels excluded from the newspaper EVEN THOUGH SHE IS TRYING TO RUN IT and then went on about how "the trio doesn't exist anymore" [the trio being hypothetically made up of her, c, and me] and how since she "thinks differently" we must hate her.
A (8:17:57 PM): It's not so much the newspaper, as more of the fact that in a trio there is supposed to be this bond
A (8:18:47 PM): and the bond i had with you guys was damaged and sometimes i wonder if it was ever really there
A (8:19:45 PM): and now there is this strong bond between you and C___ that i not only envy, but wish i had RIGHT NOW
this is what I mean. doozy #2:
A (8:28:39 PM): so the only reason my name isn't on the papers or anything is because we weren't speaking?
L (8:29:22 PM): at that point, yeah. I think if you had been involved with it when whoever it was got the idea then you'd be helping manage it now. I think.
A (8:30:22 PM): okay
A (8:30:22 PM): i see
A (8:30:37 PM): i hope you know that you guys will probably need more opinions beside just you two on how to manage it
L (8:30:57 PM): yes, yes we do
A (8:31:05 PM): you both think alike and i think separetly from you two
oh I get it now--besides just you two means I am going to run your shit whether you want me to or not.
once that debate was over, AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH--she had to pull out the stage manager thing again.
A (9:43:03 PM): lissa
A (9:43:06 PM): i have one question
L (9:43:15 PM): yeah?
L (9:43:17 PM): okay
A (9:43:22 PM): i know i've already asked you this
L (9:43:32 PM): I am not mad at you
[all of freshman year and a good while into sophomore year she would randomly bust out an "ARE YOU MAD AT ME???" and then I'd have to be like "no ava I'm not mad at you what the hell I'm just sitting here" and she'd be like "OH GOD YOU'RE MAD AT ME WHY." I'm very glad someone convinced her to stop that bending.]
A (9:43:33 PM): but you know how you are going to be stage manager this year?
A (9:43:46 PM): well...
A (9:43:57 PM): im wondering if senior year if i could possibly... you know...
A (9:44:00 PM): try it..
A (9:44:01 PM): .
L (9:44:25 PM): ok. uh, why do you want to exactly?
A (9:44:37 PM): here we go
A (9:45:20 PM): because i want the experience and because ive wanted to ever since freshmen year and because i want to have the responsibility and i want to be on stage
A (9:45:52 PM): and i don't want to do sound and i think it would be fun and i just want to
A (9:45:53 PM): okay?
A (9:46:02 PM): and i am not doing it to make your life miserable
L (9:46:27 PM): ok. those are valid reasons. I really, REALLY want senior year though. like you cannot even comprehend how much.
A (9:46:40 PM): *sigh*
A (9:46:52 PM): but i don't want junior year because the class is intimidating
A (9:46:57 PM): senior class, i mean
L (9:47:04 PM): BECAUSE THE CLASS IS INTIMIDATING???
L (9:47:11 PM): wtf kind of a reason is that! [I'm hyper]
L (9:47:35 PM): OH. senior clas. ok.
A (9:47:37 PM): i don't want [name of highly bitchy senior] turning on me because i wasn't fast enough to give the fucking line
L (9:48:00 PM): the senior class is not intimidating.. dude.. all you do is yell at them and they lusten and if they don't you kill them
A (9:48:16 PM): i like that
[you would]
L (9:48:16 PM): and well neither do I. that's something you have to deal with if you're in that position.
A (9:49:02 PM): *sigh*
A (9:49:11 PM): some time while I am at [the academy], I would like to try it
L (9:49:29 PM): it';s like being president.
L (9:49:37 PM): I will do an analogy. it's like being president.
A (9:49:58 PM): (if you were president, the world would die)
A (9:50:01 PM): (no offense)
L (9:50:33 PM): you think "wow, I want to be president! it's such an esteemed position!" but the truth is that it's a lot of work and a lot of pressure and you get no recognition for anything good you do and all anyone ever does its pay attention to the bad shit and everyone fucking hates yo and doesn't invite you to the cast party and you end up puking at ihop at one in the morning.
[TOTAL TRUTH. after last year's play c and I really did go to ihop from eleven until one in the morning and I ended up puking because I was stupid and ordered milk even though I'm lactose intolerant. also, we split a plate of pancakes which we put all four flavors of syrup on. it was awesome, you should try it.]
L (9:50:45 PM): if you think you can handle that go right afuckinghead.
A (9:51:03 PM): you and c___...
A (9:51:14 PM): you also don't want to give up the position
L (9:51:22 PM): ...whaaat?
L (9:51:46 PM): no. I'm saying. it's a lot of pressure. if you don't think you would snap, you can have junior year. I'll take over for AB or something.
[AB graduated from the academy when I was a freshman. we did annie that year and she was miss hannigan. it was amazing. the part totally fit her. she still comes back to help with our plays.]
A (9:51:59 PM): what about ab?
L (9:52:13 PM): she gives cues backstage
A (9:52:45 PM): or we could be co-SMs
A (9:53:36 PM): okay
A (9:53:38 PM): stupid idea
L (9:53:43 PM): oh nooo, I think you should get a lovely taste of what it's liek to have Full Responsibility. because it is a lot of fun once you get past the fact that everyone hates you. co-sm would not do that. like.. you wouldn't get the experience you want, I;m saying, if that makes sense
[look how I'm being bitchy and then trying to cover my bitchtracks]
A (9:54:21 PM): lissa, seriously
A (9:54:22 PM): i wouldn't mind
L (9:54:39 PM): ok! do whatever you want.
[in my head this was "husker du whatever you want I don't care"]
A (9:55:04 PM): *sigh*
A (9:55:09 PM): only if it is okay with you
finally I got her to shut up and she started talking about how we shouldn't argue because it's friday and then proceeded to ignore me for an hour and a half. but oh, you can bet this will fucking return. it'll be back for sure. and when that happens, I will bring out the big guns. but that's a story for another day.
bonus C & L im of the day
C (8:59:26 PM): what the shit
C (8:59:36 PM): how did she ever, ever, ever get into infected mushroom?
L (8:59:45 PM): I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS THIS
C (8:59:50 PM): if this was on the vampire diaries I will eat martin "hat" gore's hat
the night before school started she sent me a ten-minute-long trance song, with no warning, without telling me what it was other than "look!!! song I sent you!!!" I don't even.
this progressed into how she's "TRYING!!!!" to not be oversensitive and uber-emotional. and then it was back to her favorite topic ever: how college will solve all her problems.
ava: but anyway, it's just they are getting frustrated with how i can be wicked oversensitive and emotional. i really am trying but apparently not good enough for them
me: they're your family. again. somehow I don't thnik anything we do wiill ever be good enough for our families, becase we have to live with them.
ava: sigh. i love them, i really do. but i cant wait for college. just SO annoying
me: what is, just.. everything?
ava: family
me: yeah.. well, yeah, when you live with someone of course you'll be mad at them every once in a while. because there's no way to get away from them.
this did not placate her. she kept on going with "I HATE MY LIFE, COLLEGE WILL MAKE IT BETTER!", which we in the real world refer to "'I can't wait to get out of this hellhole' crap".
it. got. better.
ava: yeah... this is why i am nervous to get married. because my kids will annoy me a lot, and my husband will annoy me a lot and i will find myself wishing i can move back to college
me: I thought you said you wanted to fall in love.... and yes, you think your mother doesn't get annoyed at you and your sister and your dad?*
ava: huh> i do want to fall in love but i also want to be happy
me: shoudln't falling in love make you happy? getting married won't automatically make you happy*
ava: yeah falling in love with the wrong person can make you miserable
*notice how she totally brushes these things off.
C (10:04:05 PM): oh my god
C (10:04:12 PM): cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.
L (10:04:31 PM): yes. cheap teenage melodrama, comrade.
C (10:04:33 PM): I can't wait to get out of home, so my family will stop nagging me all the time, and take care of MYSELF. and pay for MYSELF. because that WON'T BE ANNOYING AT ALL.
C (10:05:00 PM): dude, if all you want is to be alone maybe you shouldn't get married?
C (10:05:13 PM): I like how she didn't respond to the thing about her mom
I do too, C. [have I ever mentioned how the C stands for comrade?] [ok it doesn't really.] but the thing is she does shit like this all the time.
yestersay she switched back over to aim, which is where c and I hang out all the time. because facebook chat sucks. it also meant that there was another epic ranting sharefest last night. typically when these happen I get slightly less violent toward her for a short period. not this time. she dithered on for ages about how she feels excluded from the newspaper EVEN THOUGH SHE IS TRYING TO RUN IT and then went on about how "the trio doesn't exist anymore" [the trio being hypothetically made up of her, c, and me] and how since she "thinks differently" we must hate her.
A (8:17:57 PM): It's not so much the newspaper, as more of the fact that in a trio there is supposed to be this bond
A (8:18:47 PM): and the bond i had with you guys was damaged and sometimes i wonder if it was ever really there
A (8:19:45 PM): and now there is this strong bond between you and C___ that i not only envy, but wish i had RIGHT NOW
this is what I mean. doozy #2:
A (8:28:39 PM): so the only reason my name isn't on the papers or anything is because we weren't speaking?
L (8:29:22 PM): at that point, yeah. I think if you had been involved with it when whoever it was got the idea then you'd be helping manage it now. I think.
A (8:30:22 PM): okay
A (8:30:22 PM): i see
A (8:30:37 PM): i hope you know that you guys will probably need more opinions beside just you two on how to manage it
L (8:30:57 PM): yes, yes we do
A (8:31:05 PM): you both think alike and i think separetly from you two
oh I get it now--besides just you two means I am going to run your shit whether you want me to or not.
once that debate was over, AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH--she had to pull out the stage manager thing again.
A (9:43:03 PM): lissa
A (9:43:06 PM): i have one question
L (9:43:15 PM): yeah?
L (9:43:17 PM): okay
A (9:43:22 PM): i know i've already asked you this
L (9:43:32 PM): I am not mad at you
[all of freshman year and a good while into sophomore year she would randomly bust out an "ARE YOU MAD AT ME???" and then I'd have to be like "no ava I'm not mad at you what the hell I'm just sitting here" and she'd be like "OH GOD YOU'RE MAD AT ME WHY." I'm very glad someone convinced her to stop that bending.]
A (9:43:33 PM): but you know how you are going to be stage manager this year?
A (9:43:46 PM): well...
A (9:43:57 PM): im wondering if senior year if i could possibly... you know...
A (9:44:00 PM): try it..
A (9:44:01 PM): .
L (9:44:25 PM): ok. uh, why do you want to exactly?
A (9:44:37 PM): here we go
A (9:45:20 PM): because i want the experience and because ive wanted to ever since freshmen year and because i want to have the responsibility and i want to be on stage
A (9:45:52 PM): and i don't want to do sound and i think it would be fun and i just want to
A (9:45:53 PM): okay?
A (9:46:02 PM): and i am not doing it to make your life miserable
L (9:46:27 PM): ok. those are valid reasons. I really, REALLY want senior year though. like you cannot even comprehend how much.
A (9:46:40 PM): *sigh*
A (9:46:52 PM): but i don't want junior year because the class is intimidating
A (9:46:57 PM): senior class, i mean
L (9:47:04 PM): BECAUSE THE CLASS IS INTIMIDATING???
L (9:47:11 PM): wtf kind of a reason is that! [I'm hyper]
L (9:47:35 PM): OH. senior clas. ok.
A (9:47:37 PM): i don't want [name of highly bitchy senior] turning on me because i wasn't fast enough to give the fucking line
L (9:48:00 PM): the senior class is not intimidating.. dude.. all you do is yell at them and they lusten and if they don't you kill them
A (9:48:16 PM): i like that
[you would]
L (9:48:16 PM): and well neither do I. that's something you have to deal with if you're in that position.
A (9:49:02 PM): *sigh*
A (9:49:11 PM): some time while I am at [the academy], I would like to try it
L (9:49:29 PM): it';s like being president.
L (9:49:37 PM): I will do an analogy. it's like being president.
A (9:49:58 PM): (if you were president, the world would die)
A (9:50:01 PM): (no offense)
L (9:50:33 PM): you think "wow, I want to be president! it's such an esteemed position!" but the truth is that it's a lot of work and a lot of pressure and you get no recognition for anything good you do and all anyone ever does its pay attention to the bad shit and everyone fucking hates yo and doesn't invite you to the cast party and you end up puking at ihop at one in the morning.
[TOTAL TRUTH. after last year's play c and I really did go to ihop from eleven until one in the morning and I ended up puking because I was stupid and ordered milk even though I'm lactose intolerant. also, we split a plate of pancakes which we put all four flavors of syrup on. it was awesome, you should try it.]
L (9:50:45 PM): if you think you can handle that go right afuckinghead.
A (9:51:03 PM): you and c___...
A (9:51:14 PM): you also don't want to give up the position
L (9:51:22 PM): ...whaaat?
L (9:51:46 PM): no. I'm saying. it's a lot of pressure. if you don't think you would snap, you can have junior year. I'll take over for AB or something.
[AB graduated from the academy when I was a freshman. we did annie that year and she was miss hannigan. it was amazing. the part totally fit her. she still comes back to help with our plays.]
A (9:51:59 PM): what about ab?
L (9:52:13 PM): she gives cues backstage
A (9:52:45 PM): or we could be co-SMs
A (9:53:36 PM): okay
A (9:53:38 PM): stupid idea
L (9:53:43 PM): oh nooo, I think you should get a lovely taste of what it's liek to have Full Responsibility. because it is a lot of fun once you get past the fact that everyone hates you. co-sm would not do that. like.. you wouldn't get the experience you want, I;m saying, if that makes sense
[look how I'm being bitchy and then trying to cover my bitchtracks]
A (9:54:21 PM): lissa, seriously
A (9:54:22 PM): i wouldn't mind
L (9:54:39 PM): ok! do whatever you want.
[in my head this was "husker du whatever you want I don't care"]
A (9:55:04 PM): *sigh*
A (9:55:09 PM): only if it is okay with you
finally I got her to shut up and she started talking about how we shouldn't argue because it's friday and then proceeded to ignore me for an hour and a half. but oh, you can bet this will fucking return. it'll be back for sure. and when that happens, I will bring out the big guns. but that's a story for another day.
bonus C & L im of the day
C (8:59:26 PM): what the shit
C (8:59:36 PM): how did she ever, ever, ever get into infected mushroom?
L (8:59:45 PM): I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS THIS
C (8:59:50 PM): if this was on the vampire diaries I will eat martin "hat" gore's hat
10.9.10
new, improved, and no longer defunct!
...the academy's horrendous grocery-store-sale-flyer-resembling school newspaper, that is. way back in may or so, c and I came up with a plan to restart it--we'd been on the staff in freshman year and then the whole thing fell apart. our faculty adviser [whom c tells me we should call ms. butler] approved highly, and so the plan was set into motion. fast forward to yesterday.
[note: this was during our half-hour break in between periods 3 and 5. it is not lunch. lunch is in between 6 and 7. it sounds like a scheduling derp but it's actually quite awesome.]
A Conversation Straight From The Gay Table
me: "sorry we're late..."
ava: "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?"
[she was really mad we missed being in the cafeteria for fourth period yesterday. ok, can I help it if I needed to "decorate" my locker and c takes approximately a year to pack up for any given class? but I promised ava that c and I would be in the caf. I kind of forgot we needed to talk to ms. butler. and yes, ava was literally yelling.]
c: "sorry, we had to go see ms. butler."
ava: "WHO'S MS. BUTLER?"
me: "exactly..."
[ms. butler doesn't actually teach anything. she sits in an office all day and does... something for the school. I don't know what.]
c: we're starting up the newspaper again.
ava: you guys have a newspaper? [slightly glares] what's it called, music weekly?
[OH PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE YOU ARE BACK]
we made an effort to explain that it was the school newspaper and would not involve any musical selections circa 1989 if we could help it. she brightened at this, then asked if she could help, "unless you guys DON'T WANT ME TO [/gloom]". this is where we made the mistake of being all "oh sure you can help!!"
she then promptly decided she was going to TAKE THE FUCK OVER.
ava: "can I write? well, I don't want to write. I want to write whatever I want and can I also read people's articles like to see if they flooow?"
c: "ava, that's what an editor does."
I would have let her have the editor position. I really would. except I have a clear, fulfillable ambition for what I want to do when I grow up, unlike the fucking gay table. I really, really want to be an editor. and I have a talent for it, I KNOW this. know what else this ties into? the academy's drama club. I know that sounds like a tangent, but bear with me here. I love working on stage crew. I have stage manager power, and I'm pretty damn good at not freaking out too much. ava has also been on stage crew at the academy. she's been specially trained to do the lighting, while I'm Official Stage Manager. guess what position she wants? stage manager. why? because I have it. now, can you imagine her as a stage manager? "GUYS LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN TO ME! [screaming] FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! OH MY GOD FUCK YOU ALL, YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, THIS IS TOO HARD! OH MY GOD, NO ONE HAS ANY RESPECT FOR ME, JEEEESUS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?"
now I'll draw it back to the point. I am the editor. she wants my position because she can't have it and she knows it. but hell if she doesn't try. from a note c wrote me in that same period:
if you want her to do anything just say you want to do it & she will.
I believe she would call this a "quirk". I also believe I would call it "obnoxious".
today was our club fair. in special school event terms it means the entire academy went to mass in our poorly-lit gym and then we all ate lunch on a grassy knoll [read: pavement, about ten square feet of dewy grass, and three picnic tables]. after that, it was time for a representative from each club to stand up and entice people to join by offering food. the newspaper will involve bribing people with food, but we didn't tell them that. also I think our announcement was a bit awkward [c, since you're the only one that reads this, I don't just mean your A/8 fuckup, I know I rambled too much and basically failed to express my point as desired], but, y'know, at least we taped up flyers.
the only thing is last night ava tried to micromanage the newspaper over facebook. oh christ. mind you, this was AFTER c and I spent two hours planning over the phone, and during that time we called her and offered her a position in advance. WHICH SHE DECLINED. and now she thinks she owns the paper. oh christ. spare me, will you? she gave both c and I the cold shoulder for most of the day, which failed to express anything.
except "christ, what an asshole".
[note: this was during our half-hour break in between periods 3 and 5. it is not lunch. lunch is in between 6 and 7. it sounds like a scheduling derp but it's actually quite awesome.]
A Conversation Straight From The Gay Table
me: "sorry we're late..."
ava: "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?"
[she was really mad we missed being in the cafeteria for fourth period yesterday. ok, can I help it if I needed to "decorate" my locker and c takes approximately a year to pack up for any given class? but I promised ava that c and I would be in the caf. I kind of forgot we needed to talk to ms. butler. and yes, ava was literally yelling.]
c: "sorry, we had to go see ms. butler."
ava: "WHO'S MS. BUTLER?"
me: "exactly..."
[ms. butler doesn't actually teach anything. she sits in an office all day and does... something for the school. I don't know what.]
c: we're starting up the newspaper again.
ava: you guys have a newspaper? [slightly glares] what's it called, music weekly?
[OH PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE YOU ARE BACK]
we made an effort to explain that it was the school newspaper and would not involve any musical selections circa 1989 if we could help it. she brightened at this, then asked if she could help, "unless you guys DON'T WANT ME TO [/gloom]". this is where we made the mistake of being all "oh sure you can help!!"
she then promptly decided she was going to TAKE THE FUCK OVER.
ava: "can I write? well, I don't want to write. I want to write whatever I want and can I also read people's articles like to see if they flooow?"
c: "ava, that's what an editor does."
I would have let her have the editor position. I really would. except I have a clear, fulfillable ambition for what I want to do when I grow up, unlike the fucking gay table. I really, really want to be an editor. and I have a talent for it, I KNOW this. know what else this ties into? the academy's drama club. I know that sounds like a tangent, but bear with me here. I love working on stage crew. I have stage manager power, and I'm pretty damn good at not freaking out too much. ava has also been on stage crew at the academy. she's been specially trained to do the lighting, while I'm Official Stage Manager. guess what position she wants? stage manager. why? because I have it. now, can you imagine her as a stage manager? "GUYS LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN TO ME! [screaming] FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! OH MY GOD FUCK YOU ALL, YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, THIS IS TOO HARD! OH MY GOD, NO ONE HAS ANY RESPECT FOR ME, JEEEESUS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?"
now I'll draw it back to the point. I am the editor. she wants my position because she can't have it and she knows it. but hell if she doesn't try. from a note c wrote me in that same period:
if you want her to do anything just say you want to do it & she will.
I believe she would call this a "quirk". I also believe I would call it "obnoxious".
today was our club fair. in special school event terms it means the entire academy went to mass in our poorly-lit gym and then we all ate lunch on a grassy knoll [read: pavement, about ten square feet of dewy grass, and three picnic tables]. after that, it was time for a representative from each club to stand up and entice people to join by offering food. the newspaper will involve bribing people with food, but we didn't tell them that. also I think our announcement was a bit awkward [c, since you're the only one that reads this, I don't just mean your A/8 fuckup, I know I rambled too much and basically failed to express my point as desired], but, y'know, at least we taped up flyers.
the only thing is last night ava tried to micromanage the newspaper over facebook. oh christ. mind you, this was AFTER c and I spent two hours planning over the phone, and during that time we called her and offered her a position in advance. WHICH SHE DECLINED. and now she thinks she owns the paper. oh christ. spare me, will you? she gave both c and I the cold shoulder for most of the day, which failed to express anything.
except "christ, what an asshole".
9.9.10
won't you believe it it's just my luck
alert the media--I've started school. another full year of dubious academy fun is underway. yesterday I stole a giant box that once held cigarettes [or so the side says] from the school, which should give you an idea of EXACTLY how great it was. in addition to that, my theology teacher said the word "abortion" six times within a minute and a half. and I like my schedule a lot. I have a big locker, as opposed to c's, which is narrow and unable to comfortably fit all her books. so yes, for me, the first day was great.
for everyone else at the table? not so much.
mary seems to, for once, be happy about where she is. she's in a lot of honors classes this year [with me], so she's moving up, and I really hope she can get through that. I have faith in her though, or some other cliched bullshit like that.
emma is no longer out of commission! this is exciting news. she has various "ailments" which cause her to stay out of school for weeks at a time, which is probably bad news. I don't even know what it is with her. but she hasn't missed a day yet [2 for 2] this year, and is annoyingly trying to worm her way into every conversation going on at the table, whether it involves her or not.
shane has somehow obtained wal-mart-style folders and notebooks all with jesus fish and bible passages plastered all over them. she swears it was her grandmother. they were passed around the lunch table and appropriately graffitied. which... brings... us... to...
ava is upset that shane isn't "concerned about anyone's school year but her own". good, I say. we wouldn't want her failing out. jesus. but anyway, ava is also mad that c's and my schedules coincide so much. I think she thinks we somehow did it on purpose because we hate her. not true. her passive-aggressive comments continue on and on and on and oh my god I just want them to STOP. if she would just cut out the "you hate me, I know you hate me, I will spanish inquisition you until you slip up", she would be a NICE PERSON. honestly. as my dad would say, MOTHER OF GOD.
oh, and her latest youtube discovery is breakdancing. I'm not sure if being sent videos of street performers in new york or jesus metal is worse.
as a whole, today at lunch the table spent far too much time discussing how much they want to go to college. oh lord, college does not solve all your problems. but we can discuss that in a later post. [ava did something supremely ranttastic last night. it needs a post all its own.]
c has said her farewells to blogging for the year. but holy hell I am just getting started here. I will keep drama updates posted. [I've got something great about a certain school newspaper. heh heh heh.]
for everyone else at the table? not so much.
mary seems to, for once, be happy about where she is. she's in a lot of honors classes this year [with me], so she's moving up, and I really hope she can get through that. I have faith in her though, or some other cliched bullshit like that.
emma is no longer out of commission! this is exciting news. she has various "ailments" which cause her to stay out of school for weeks at a time, which is probably bad news. I don't even know what it is with her. but she hasn't missed a day yet [2 for 2] this year, and is annoyingly trying to worm her way into every conversation going on at the table, whether it involves her or not.
shane has somehow obtained wal-mart-style folders and notebooks all with jesus fish and bible passages plastered all over them. she swears it was her grandmother. they were passed around the lunch table and appropriately graffitied. which... brings... us... to...
ava is upset that shane isn't "concerned about anyone's school year but her own". good, I say. we wouldn't want her failing out. jesus. but anyway, ava is also mad that c's and my schedules coincide so much. I think she thinks we somehow did it on purpose because we hate her. not true. her passive-aggressive comments continue on and on and on and oh my god I just want them to STOP. if she would just cut out the "you hate me, I know you hate me, I will spanish inquisition you until you slip up", she would be a NICE PERSON. honestly. as my dad would say, MOTHER OF GOD.
oh, and her latest youtube discovery is breakdancing. I'm not sure if being sent videos of street performers in new york or jesus metal is worse.
as a whole, today at lunch the table spent far too much time discussing how much they want to go to college. oh lord, college does not solve all your problems. but we can discuss that in a later post. [ava did something supremely ranttastic last night. it needs a post all its own.]
c has said her farewells to blogging for the year. but holy hell I am just getting started here. I will keep drama updates posted. [I've got something great about a certain school newspaper. heh heh heh.]
5.9.10
if it wasn't for your misfortune I'd be a heavenly person today
school starts on wednesday. I still have to read the jungle and write a "personal review" on it. I'm skimming it, I already know it sucks and I hate meat. oh well!
I've been discussing various matters with ava on facebook. she seems to have resolved her grudge against me by now [or at least she claims she has]. apparently Someone Did Something, and neither c nor I can figure out what the hell spawned this, but here. excerpts. and commentary.
ava: do you remember that tearful sleepover we had at my house? it's just... im afraid that it didn't do anything
sweet jesus, I'm thinking. what brought this on? and do we really need reminding?
I went to c and appropriately expressed my concerns that I didn't know what the fuck was going on.
c (10:12:25 PM): you don't have to tell her this, but you realize she probably could have learned a few things from that too
c (10:12:31 PM): like to not do what she's doing right now?
right c, right! didn't we actually tell her back then that WHAT SHE'S DOING IS BAD AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED?
and yet it continued.
ava: yeah but we aren't having the eventful five-way phone convos we used to have
me: every one of those from this summer has been because [shane] was planning something
ava: or the laughs that broke out with each other, or the obvious love between everybody at the table
sweet christ, I think I might be an evil person for wanting to shoot myself through this. I asked her about this "obvious love" and she elaborated nicely.
ava: was there love there? or was that the high school social bug that stung us all
me: uh... what? what are you even talking about, I don't get it. are you asdking about freshman year or sophoomore year?
ava: freshmen, the first three months were amazing
OH MY GOD, I thought here. SHE'S REPEATING EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID AT THE SLEEPOVER.
me: well, in freshman year we didn't even really know each other that well... not at the beginnign at least
ava: now we do and we all secretly hate each other
well fucking played.
the conversation then took a non sequitur path and we discussed why I so despise the rrpof, and then she did another non sequitur and said that c was awesome. then she came out with this gem:
ava: but im also worried about [mary]
me: [mary] is scarily obesssed wth [shane], yes. that is cause for alarm.
ava: she's in love with her, there's a difference
OH MY GOD, SHE'S SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. PLEASE CUT THIS CRAP.
the crap was eventually cut and the conversation turned to why ava wishes I was her closest friend. aw. in trying to do so she backhandedly insulted me. it was great. it eventually escalated into "I CAN'T MOVE ON!!!" in those exact words. I am so thrilled. she told c that she was "working it out, epic chick flick moment", but nothing was really happening over on my end. then ava and I made a Pact.
ava: i will try to be less angry and talk to you more
ava: but you have to stop blocking me out and know that i am here for you
ava: yes i know you are working on it
me: okay. thank you. that will work.
ava: but that is my demands, do you have any demands?
I thought about this and told her nicely to stop jumping someone else's train, namely mine. that segued into "but I really do like depeche mode, I find myself CRAVING it!" after that I gave up, which she took as a sign it was okay to send me more jesus metal shit.
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C (10:59:38 PM): oh god. I will grant you that the people are... interesting, to use an [ava] phrase, but please don't start the "I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE" crap
L (11:00:23 PM): hahaha. trust me I won't. I do love [the academy]. it's the Interesting People that make me not want, that is all.
C (11:00:55 PM): hah. it is ok.
L (11:01:02 PM): which is why the blog is good, I guess. just so long as no one finds it
C (11:01:09 PM): yes. it is good.
L (11:01:38 PM): "heheheeeey, today my friends sucked. also now my blog can give you a seizure if you move your mouse too fast! I love life."
I've been discussing various matters with ava on facebook. she seems to have resolved her grudge against me by now [or at least she claims she has]. apparently Someone Did Something, and neither c nor I can figure out what the hell spawned this, but here. excerpts. and commentary.
ava: do you remember that tearful sleepover we had at my house? it's just... im afraid that it didn't do anything
sweet jesus, I'm thinking. what brought this on? and do we really need reminding?
I went to c and appropriately expressed my concerns that I didn't know what the fuck was going on.
c (10:12:25 PM): you don't have to tell her this, but you realize she probably could have learned a few things from that too
c (10:12:31 PM): like to not do what she's doing right now?
right c, right! didn't we actually tell her back then that WHAT SHE'S DOING IS BAD AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED?
and yet it continued.
ava: yeah but we aren't having the eventful five-way phone convos we used to have
me: every one of those from this summer has been because [shane] was planning something
ava: or the laughs that broke out with each other, or the obvious love between everybody at the table
sweet christ, I think I might be an evil person for wanting to shoot myself through this. I asked her about this "obvious love" and she elaborated nicely.
ava: was there love there? or was that the high school social bug that stung us all
me: uh... what? what are you even talking about, I don't get it. are you asdking about freshman year or sophoomore year?
ava: freshmen, the first three months were amazing
OH MY GOD, I thought here. SHE'S REPEATING EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID AT THE SLEEPOVER.
me: well, in freshman year we didn't even really know each other that well... not at the beginnign at least
ava: now we do and we all secretly hate each other
well fucking played.
the conversation then took a non sequitur path and we discussed why I so despise the rrpof, and then she did another non sequitur and said that c was awesome. then she came out with this gem:
ava: but im also worried about [mary]
me: [mary] is scarily obesssed wth [shane], yes. that is cause for alarm.
ava: she's in love with her, there's a difference
OH MY GOD, SHE'S SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. PLEASE CUT THIS CRAP.
the crap was eventually cut and the conversation turned to why ava wishes I was her closest friend. aw. in trying to do so she backhandedly insulted me. it was great. it eventually escalated into "I CAN'T MOVE ON!!!" in those exact words. I am so thrilled. she told c that she was "working it out, epic chick flick moment", but nothing was really happening over on my end. then ava and I made a Pact.
ava: i will try to be less angry and talk to you more
ava: but you have to stop blocking me out and know that i am here for you
ava: yes i know you are working on it
me: okay. thank you. that will work.
ava: but that is my demands, do you have any demands?
I thought about this and told her nicely to stop jumping someone else's train, namely mine. that segued into "but I really do like depeche mode, I find myself CRAVING it!" after that I gave up, which she took as a sign it was okay to send me more jesus metal shit.
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C (10:59:38 PM): oh god. I will grant you that the people are... interesting, to use an [ava] phrase, but please don't start the "I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE" crap
L (11:00:23 PM): hahaha. trust me I won't. I do love [the academy]. it's the Interesting People that make me not want, that is all.
C (11:00:55 PM): hah. it is ok.
L (11:01:02 PM): which is why the blog is good, I guess. just so long as no one finds it
C (11:01:09 PM): yes. it is good.
L (11:01:38 PM): "heheheeeey, today my friends sucked. also now my blog can give you a seizure if you move your mouse too fast! I love life."
3.9.10
I forgot a title, excuuuuuuse me
apologies for that lack of posting. I did get my schedule! and I did stand in the academy's humid and absolutely packed "library" for an hour and a half in hopes of actually buying my textbooks!
my schedule is made out of happiness and suicidal ideation in equal parts. I have five [possibly 6, I'll let her elaborate on that if she chooses to] classes with c, and my theology teacher is indeed the guitar-playing nun instead of mrs. babiez. praise god.
on the other hand, I looked through some of the books we'll be reading. namely the theology ones. they all look super classy. of course, one trashes the hippies [we have at least one book every year like that] and one is entirely about the mystery of femininity and how We Have The Power over guys, yet our only purpose in life is to have babiez and more babiez. uuuugh I don't like learning this for a grade.
while traipsing around the building I noticed that sometime when I wasn't looking they put even more decals around. pretty soon this place is going to be famous for all the shit they've plastered on their walls. we have a huge bust of some saint sticking out of the wall quite precariously OVER a staircase, as well as "inspirational" quotes painted or iron-on-transferred onto the walls. sure, we have some from the founder of the school and the obligatory eleanor roosevelt wisdom and bible passages, but one is from shrek, and one is a badly reworded kurt cobain quote with no attribution. that's right girlies, shrek is the path to jesus, but grunge will make you shoot yourself.
shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.
I say this year will be excellent.
today one of the librarians told me I should write a blog. I so wanted to laugh at that, but instead I smiled and nodded. I'll let her wonder...
edit: OH MY GOD, did I ever mention that shane is magically coming back to the academy anyway? if I did, well, I'm an idiot but forgive me because it's late.
my schedule is made out of happiness and suicidal ideation in equal parts. I have five [possibly 6, I'll let her elaborate on that if she chooses to] classes with c, and my theology teacher is indeed the guitar-playing nun instead of mrs. babiez. praise god.
on the other hand, I looked through some of the books we'll be reading. namely the theology ones. they all look super classy. of course, one trashes the hippies [we have at least one book every year like that] and one is entirely about the mystery of femininity and how We Have The Power over guys, yet our only purpose in life is to have babiez and more babiez. uuuugh I don't like learning this for a grade.
while traipsing around the building I noticed that sometime when I wasn't looking they put even more decals around. pretty soon this place is going to be famous for all the shit they've plastered on their walls. we have a huge bust of some saint sticking out of the wall quite precariously OVER a staircase, as well as "inspirational" quotes painted or iron-on-transferred onto the walls. sure, we have some from the founder of the school and the obligatory eleanor roosevelt wisdom and bible passages, but one is from shrek, and one is a badly reworded kurt cobain quote with no attribution. that's right girlies, shrek is the path to jesus, but grunge will make you shoot yourself.
shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.
I say this year will be excellent.
today one of the librarians told me I should write a blog. I so wanted to laugh at that, but instead I smiled and nodded. I'll let her wonder...
edit: OH MY GOD, did I ever mention that shane is magically coming back to the academy anyway? if I did, well, I'm an idiot but forgive me because it's late.
30.8.10
seeking the Tacky with a capital T
a second spamtastic post in one day. I changed the blog a bit. only in two places, though. I put the header into my very favorite font, Italic Times New Roman [I suck], and changed the hover color on the links. it is now red. if you move your mouse really fast over a link repeatedly you can have a seizure! yay! it's like the vegas strip or pokemon in 1999 or tacky christmas yards IN ACTION!!! go on, try it.
ALSO I GET MY SCHEDULE TOMORROW AND I AM EXCITED. I really want to know who I'll have for theology. will it be the guitar-playing nun who is so very fond of reading us Inspirational Passages from chicken soup for the soul in lieu of prayer? or will it be mrs. babiez and her "seek the Truth with a capital T"? ah, one wonders.
expect more rambling on this topic tomorrow.
ALSO I GET MY SCHEDULE TOMORROW AND I AM EXCITED. I really want to know who I'll have for theology. will it be the guitar-playing nun who is so very fond of reading us Inspirational Passages from chicken soup for the soul in lieu of prayer? or will it be mrs. babiez and her "seek the Truth with a capital T"? ah, one wonders.
expect more rambling on this topic tomorrow.
I cleaned my room last night and found $271 in cash. I like this.
I am so freakin' exhausted. today I went on a college tour that required about five hours of driving. shoot me. college was nice. since it was a state school I will not reveal where we went. but it was very nice.
I just thought I should update. I'm adding a new tag for college application drama, which there is sure to be much of.
also, good to know I'm consistent:
c (6:18:29 PM): even that was questionable sometimes. I knew you would say depeche mode.
I just thought I should update. I'm adding a new tag for college application drama, which there is sure to be much of.
also, good to know I'm consistent:
c (6:18:29 PM): even that was questionable sometimes. I knew you would say depeche mode.
27.8.10
joy.
if it makes anyone feel any better, I am less angry now. I've been talking to ava and I don't want to strangle her quite so much. [there is, of course, that since I am a teenager I supposedly want to strangle everyone.] C and I worked in conjunction and got her to listen to the pet shop boys, which added some brilliant amusement into my thursday night.
ah well, life goes on... school starts in like two weeks. here goes my summer reading!:
a tree fails in brooklyn: according to the masses on my facebook feed, everyone adores this book. to which I say, WHY? it's 500 pages long [okay, I exaggerate... 493] and has absolutely no plot. I'm on page 302. so far the only semblance of a plot I've found is that someone might be dying. oh, and the mother is on a quest to play favorites with the son.
the jungle: I haven't started this but from what I hear it's... great.
the derp gatsby: kate beaton does this a lot better than I ever could. read the description. it explains everything.
the "adventures" of huckleberry finn: not even reading it. winging the test. I do this to one book every year. [if this seems bad, trust me, last year I didn't read any of them. I got an 80, I think. it was the catcher in the rye and jane eyre - how hard is it to bs those?]
I feel this post demonstrates wonderfully how lazy and sarcastic I can be. I'm gonna go read a screwed-up book now.
ah well, life goes on... school starts in like two weeks. here goes my summer reading!:
a tree fails in brooklyn: according to the masses on my facebook feed, everyone adores this book. to which I say, WHY? it's 500 pages long [okay, I exaggerate... 493] and has absolutely no plot. I'm on page 302. so far the only semblance of a plot I've found is that someone might be dying. oh, and the mother is on a quest to play favorites with the son.
the jungle: I haven't started this but from what I hear it's... great.
the derp gatsby: kate beaton does this a lot better than I ever could. read the description. it explains everything.
the "adventures" of huckleberry finn: not even reading it. winging the test. I do this to one book every year. [if this seems bad, trust me, last year I didn't read any of them. I got an 80, I think. it was the catcher in the rye and jane eyre - how hard is it to bs those?]
I feel this post demonstrates wonderfully how lazy and sarcastic I can be. I'm gonna go read a screwed-up book now.
23.8.10
The urge to smile when your getting introuble.
please excuse the horrid spelling and grammar on that title. I did not write it. I shall explain.
since I've been so, ahem, doting on ava for the past few posts I thought it would be nice if I gave mary a chance to show off how contradictory and wtf-worthy she can be.
mary's hobby seems to be going on facebook and liking every single page that appears in her news feed. some of them are highly passive-aggressive towards shane, too, which are very funny, and some of them describe things she doesn't even do.
you'll see. I just went to her facebook page and holy god literally the whole thing is likes.
the farther you go back, the more links are broken. I've chosen some classy selections from the past week or so. I'll link to whatever I can, but I can't make any promises.
yelling RAPE when your friend attacks you
mary never once have I seen you do that.
Some days i really like you, some days i wanna push you in front of a bus.
this was definitely for shane
You're such a boring texter that I can predict what you're going to say next.
...I can't even
If two people are happy together, then leave them to it. It's THEIR lives.
oh. my. god.
If I had sex as often as I got screwed I'd be very happy! :D
I think I'm running out of wittiness.
B e s t f r i e n d s has 11 letters and so do b a c k s t a b b e r so which u gonna be?
I just love this one. count the grammar mistakes and all-around failures.
Facebook needs a "fuck you" button
like you'd ever press it?
I want an honest relationship. No secrets. No lies. No cheating. :)
this must be for shane too
Some days I really like you ♥ some days I wanna push you in front of a bus.
wait, wait, didn't I juuuust see this somewhere? oh right.
"are you mad," "no," "ok ur deffinatly mad"
know who needs this one? ava.
Every women deserves a man who looks at her every day like it's the first time he saw her
every women
if you like her, JUST TELL HER
shanetastic. mary, you are so passive-aggressive. wait, is everyone at this table a champion passive-aggressive insulter? well, shit, there's my problem!
Im a girl but I rather hang out with boys because it is less drama!!!!
is that why you're going to an all-girls school
i saw you, i wanted you, i liked you, i got you, i have you, i love you.
stop kidding yourself, mary.
i trusted you, my fault
it just occurred to me how strange it is that she never expresses any kind of strong feeling of resentment outside of all these pages.
Only for YOU, would I drop everything to answer a text.
say it with me everyone... shane
I'll marry you someday. I guarantee it :)
when I figure out who this is about.. oh right, I already know
YES my status was about you, and YES you were ment 2 see it..
this would be great if she posted statuses beyond things like "Is watching the runaways!!!! :D"
I hate it when i wanna listen to music but i cant find a song to satisfy my need
that would be because you listen to lady gaga and not too much else
press like....... if your bored right now :/
hey I have a song for this! NEW... TOWN!
Wait..WHAT! you liked me? : Why didn't you tell me.. i liked you to!
jesus I'm getting tired of the shane ones
When I Miss you, I re-read our old conversations and smile. :')
the sad thing is she admits she does this. she has told us all that she does. drama is fun.
sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter...
YOU'RE SIXTEEN YEARS OLD oh my GOD
I helped you through the hardest times, and now i'm nothing to you?
I'm not even going to bother.
finally, she liked these two within a couple days or so. they are fantastic. sadly, both the links are broken, but trust me that I could NOT make this kind of shit up.
l i k e t h i s i f y o u r s i n q l e . :)
"q'' is NOT the same thing as "g"
are you effin' kidding me?
since I've been so, ahem, doting on ava for the past few posts I thought it would be nice if I gave mary a chance to show off how contradictory and wtf-worthy she can be.
mary's hobby seems to be going on facebook and liking every single page that appears in her news feed. some of them are highly passive-aggressive towards shane, too, which are very funny, and some of them describe things she doesn't even do.
you'll see. I just went to her facebook page and holy god literally the whole thing is likes.
the farther you go back, the more links are broken. I've chosen some classy selections from the past week or so. I'll link to whatever I can, but I can't make any promises.
yelling RAPE when your friend attacks you
mary never once have I seen you do that.
Some days i really like you, some days i wanna push you in front of a bus.
this was definitely for shane
You're such a boring texter that I can predict what you're going to say next.
...I can't even
If two people are happy together, then leave them to it. It's THEIR lives.
oh. my. god.
If I had sex as often as I got screwed I'd be very happy! :D
I think I'm running out of wittiness.
B e s t f r i e n d s has 11 letters and so do b a c k s t a b b e r so which u gonna be?
I just love this one. count the grammar mistakes and all-around failures.
Facebook needs a "fuck you" button
like you'd ever press it?
I want an honest relationship. No secrets. No lies. No cheating. :)
this must be for shane too
Some days I really like you ♥ some days I wanna push you in front of a bus.
wait, wait, didn't I juuuust see this somewhere? oh right.
"are you mad," "no," "ok ur deffinatly mad"
know who needs this one? ava.
Every women deserves a man who looks at her every day like it's the first time he saw her
every women
if you like her, JUST TELL HER
shanetastic. mary, you are so passive-aggressive. wait, is everyone at this table a champion passive-aggressive insulter? well, shit, there's my problem!
Im a girl but I rather hang out with boys because it is less drama!!!!
is that why you're going to an all-girls school
i saw you, i wanted you, i liked you, i got you, i have you, i love you.
stop kidding yourself, mary.
i trusted you, my fault
it just occurred to me how strange it is that she never expresses any kind of strong feeling of resentment outside of all these pages.
Only for YOU, would I drop everything to answer a text.
say it with me everyone... shane
I'll marry you someday. I guarantee it :)
when I figure out who this is about.. oh right, I already know
YES my status was about you, and YES you were ment 2 see it..
this would be great if she posted statuses beyond things like "Is watching the runaways!!!! :D"
I hate it when i wanna listen to music but i cant find a song to satisfy my need
that would be because you listen to lady gaga and not too much else
press like....... if your bored right now :/
hey I have a song for this! NEW... TOWN!
Wait..WHAT! you liked me? : Why didn't you tell me.. i liked you to!
jesus I'm getting tired of the shane ones
When I Miss you, I re-read our old conversations and smile. :')
the sad thing is she admits she does this. she has told us all that she does. drama is fun.
sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter...
YOU'RE SIXTEEN YEARS OLD oh my GOD
I helped you through the hardest times, and now i'm nothing to you?
I'm not even going to bother.
finally, she liked these two within a couple days or so. they are fantastic. sadly, both the links are broken, but trust me that I could NOT make this kind of shit up.
l i k e t h i s i f y o u r s i n q l e . :)
"q'' is NOT the same thing as "g"
are you effin' kidding me?
it all seems so STUPID
it makes me want to give up
but why should I give up when it all seems so stupid?
a few hours ago, I was sitting in the backseat of a car being driven by a straightedge punk with a social distortion hat and a neckbeard; in the passenger seat was his blue-haired madonna-loving goth girlfriend. that would be the family friends' duaghter and her boyfriend. interesting day indeed. we were all singing along to placebo's cover of "20th century boy", speeding down the highway. this is definitely the moment against which I will measure all other weird moments in the future.
anyway.
ava has heard everything counts again. her new thoughts on it:
I could turn this into "I'm a bitch for not being happy she likes one of my favorite songs" or I could turn this into, well... I don't know. I want to apologize to the spirit of depeche mode, somehow. I feel like the best way to do this is giving 101 lots and lots of love.
two more years. two more years. two. more. years.
this is a rare moment in which I am indirectly involved in something more than observing it. and I am fucking mad. really, really mad. I hate watching things not be appreciated, just... seen as something to go alongside lady gaga. I take music seriously because I haven't got much else to throw myself into. I hope you've enjoyed this rare display of emotion other than apathy or, as c says, sardonic amusement. I hope both for my sake and yours and for this blog's that it doesn't happen again for a good long time. if anyone can figure out what the new tag I just started stands for, you are either a genius or a stalker. congratulations!
but why should I give up when it all seems so stupid?
a few hours ago, I was sitting in the backseat of a car being driven by a straightedge punk with a social distortion hat and a neckbeard; in the passenger seat was his blue-haired madonna-loving goth girlfriend. that would be the family friends' duaghter and her boyfriend. interesting day indeed. we were all singing along to placebo's cover of "20th century boy", speeding down the highway. this is definitely the moment against which I will measure all other weird moments in the future.
anyway.
ava has heard everything counts again. her new thoughts on it:
i listened to depeche mode more
i actually like it better now
i was actually craving to listen to it more
it's like something you described it once
i didn't like it at first, but then i listened again and now i like it better
I could turn this into "I'm a bitch for not being happy she likes one of my favorite songs" or I could turn this into, well... I don't know. I want to apologize to the spirit of depeche mode, somehow. I feel like the best way to do this is giving 101 lots and lots of love.
two more years. two more years. two. more. years.
this is a rare moment in which I am indirectly involved in something more than observing it. and I am fucking mad. really, really mad. I hate watching things not be appreciated, just... seen as something to go alongside lady gaga. I take music seriously because I haven't got much else to throw myself into. I hope you've enjoyed this rare display of emotion other than apathy or, as c says, sardonic amusement. I hope both for my sake and yours and for this blog's that it doesn't happen again for a good long time. if anyone can figure out what the new tag I just started stands for, you are either a genius or a stalker. congratulations!
21.8.10
bigmouth strikes again
well. ava has heard "everything counts". fantastic. her words on it:
there you have it. it's different. a short list of things she has said are "different": sleater-kinney, social distortion, silverchair. [sorry about all the ss. they were the best examples I could think of.] so basically when the singer's voice isn't PERFECT by her standards it goes into the "different" category and is shunned and shamed in the future. and by her standards, perfect means sweet and/or auto-tuned [for a girl] or HGRRRRR-y like nirvana [for a guy]. I don't know why we even fucking try anymore.
okay. I just needed to rant there. one of my family friends once told me "mode people are very serious about their mode". she is correct. [though, unlike others, I do think calling them day-pesh commode is pretty funny.] I actually have to call said family friend soon so I'll make this next bit as short as possible.
at my job today someone bought three bags of leafy green shit and ten entire frozen chickens. when he got to the end of the register he looked at me and said "don't ask". right, um, wasn't planning on it.
that god-awful "fireflies" song came on today and I could perfectly hear it. I would have been really mad at my misfortune had a lady not told me about ten seconds later that the toilet paper I was holding could "get laid right there". then I had to try not to laugh. people are great.
it's different
i can understand why you guys think it's mind-blowing
but it doesn't go under my "OMFG!!! HEADKILLING SPAZZ!!!" category
there you have it. it's different. a short list of things she has said are "different": sleater-kinney, social distortion, silverchair. [sorry about all the ss. they were the best examples I could think of.] so basically when the singer's voice isn't PERFECT by her standards it goes into the "different" category and is shunned and shamed in the future. and by her standards, perfect means sweet and/or auto-tuned [for a girl] or HGRRRRR-y like nirvana [for a guy]. I don't know why we even fucking try anymore.
okay. I just needed to rant there. one of my family friends once told me "mode people are very serious about their mode". she is correct. [though, unlike others, I do think calling them day-pesh commode is pretty funny.] I actually have to call said family friend soon so I'll make this next bit as short as possible.
at my job today someone bought three bags of leafy green shit and ten entire frozen chickens. when he got to the end of the register he looked at me and said "don't ask". right, um, wasn't planning on it.
that god-awful "fireflies" song came on today and I could perfectly hear it. I would have been really mad at my misfortune had a lady not told me about ten seconds later that the toilet paper I was holding could "get laid right there". then I had to try not to laugh. people are great.
19.8.10
facebook mail I adore you
today's post is about the wondrous invention that is facebook mail! some of my facebook friends have viruses, so I've particularly enjoyed these messages I'm getting with subjects like "Promiser me tthat you wiill nver get caughtg againn." and "Hewy! Are you reallyy in tis videwo?" [those are copy/pasted.] but that's beside the point, really.
the point is that I have some legitimate ava quotes today. I've been talking to her, somewhat, via facebook mail. this... I think our conversation here says it all. I'm copy/pasting the dates, too. uh, my facebook is in leetspeak, so...
ava; 4ugu57 13 @ 8:13pm
Check this out. See if you pass it!!!
me; 4ugu57 17 @ 6:18pm
hahaha oh man I got 2... I fail.
ava; 4ugu57 17 @ 8:20pm
That's surprising.
me; 4ugu57 17 @ 9:00pm
I'm blaming it on the fact that a lot of the questions were from soundtracks
ava; 4ugu57 17 @ 10:57pm
*snort* Okay. Whatever floats your boat.
ava; 4ugu57 18 @ 5:34pm
I'm just kidding.
me; 4ugu57 18 @ 5:38pm
hahah, I thought you were. trust me, I did not take offense. [I rarely do.]
I.. have no idea why she freaked out and thought that since I hadn't responded in the last 14 hours I was definitely soooo not speaking to her. I don't know what goes on in her mind at times like this.
still no word on if she's heard "everything counts" or not. jesus, I'm getting anxious. I want to know if she plans to condemn it for its lack of owl city-ness or decide it's her OMG NEW FAVORITE THING EVER and put it on a playlist next to beyonce.
the point is that I have some legitimate ava quotes today. I've been talking to her, somewhat, via facebook mail. this... I think our conversation here says it all. I'm copy/pasting the dates, too. uh, my facebook is in leetspeak, so...
ava; 4ugu57 13 @ 8:13pm
Check this out. See if you pass it!!!
me; 4ugu57 17 @ 6:18pm
hahaha oh man I got 2... I fail.
ava; 4ugu57 17 @ 8:20pm
That's surprising.
me; 4ugu57 17 @ 9:00pm
I'm blaming it on the fact that a lot of the questions were from soundtracks
ava; 4ugu57 17 @ 10:57pm
*snort* Okay. Whatever floats your boat.
ava; 4ugu57 18 @ 5:34pm
I'm just kidding.
me; 4ugu57 18 @ 5:38pm
hahah, I thought you were. trust me, I did not take offense. [I rarely do.]
I.. have no idea why she freaked out and thought that since I hadn't responded in the last 14 hours I was definitely soooo not speaking to her. I don't know what goes on in her mind at times like this.
still no word on if she's heard "everything counts" or not. jesus, I'm getting anxious. I want to know if she plans to condemn it for its lack of owl city-ness or decide it's her OMG NEW FAVORITE THING EVER and put it on a playlist next to beyonce.
18.8.10
it's epic like a combination of harry potter and hot sexy vampires!
story time! this merits a new tag.
a couple years ago [like when I was in 7th grade] my mother got REALLY into ryan adams. as such she now had a new division of friends. before, it was the Springsteen People, who sometimes overlapped with the U2 People, and then the Pearl Jam People were a completely different story. but then she got a whole bunch of Indie Ryan Adams People.
giving into the peer pressure of said indie people, we got a subscription to paste. my mind was, like, blown. even if I didn't understand entirely what was going on with this, I found it amazing. eventually the subscription ran out and no one bothered to renew it. recently, though, I've been reading their website. [because, y'know, I actually know most of the bands now.] and I came across this. band names made passive-aggressive.
now here is where this becomes related. every one of those sounds like something ava would say in daily conversation [minus the fact that she's probably never heard of most of the bands]. I definitely heard the first one in her voice, punctuated by her trademark exasperated sigh. this explains so much. she's a passive-aggressive person, whether she realizes it or not. and she pretty much insists that she doesn't.
I really can't come up with a good conclusion for this. well, as I'm typing this I'm listening to the radio and "policy of truth" is on! this makes me happy. also, this paste article made both C and I cry with laughter.
I just realized the post title probably makes no sense. well, it makes sense to me.
a couple years ago [like when I was in 7th grade] my mother got REALLY into ryan adams. as such she now had a new division of friends. before, it was the Springsteen People, who sometimes overlapped with the U2 People, and then the Pearl Jam People were a completely different story. but then she got a whole bunch of Indie Ryan Adams People.
giving into the peer pressure of said indie people, we got a subscription to paste. my mind was, like, blown. even if I didn't understand entirely what was going on with this, I found it amazing. eventually the subscription ran out and no one bothered to renew it. recently, though, I've been reading their website. [because, y'know, I actually know most of the bands now.] and I came across this. band names made passive-aggressive.
now here is where this becomes related. every one of those sounds like something ava would say in daily conversation [minus the fact that she's probably never heard of most of the bands]. I definitely heard the first one in her voice, punctuated by her trademark exasperated sigh. this explains so much. she's a passive-aggressive person, whether she realizes it or not. and she pretty much insists that she doesn't.
I really can't come up with a good conclusion for this. well, as I'm typing this I'm listening to the radio and "policy of truth" is on! this makes me happy. also, this paste article made both C and I cry with laughter.
I just realized the post title probably makes no sense. well, it makes sense to me.
16.8.10
the international c hunt, part 3
so I've heard c has finally linked her forum here... well, hi guys. I did like talking to the two of you [annie and metz] I got to talk to in the hint-giving process. I was the anonymous commenter, creepy as that is. that's all. I just wanted to say hi. and warn you that c's and my friends are... kind of weird. I've been told you can handle weirdness, though.
oh, and in blog-related news, I've heard that shane is apparently returning to the academy next year. shit, now I have to un-cross her out on the cast page.
edit:
it's done. that was a useless edit.
oh, and in blog-related news, I've heard that shane is apparently returning to the academy next year. shit, now I have to un-cross her out on the cast page.
edit:
it's done. that was a useless edit.
14.8.10
the customer is NOT always right
a list of the top 10 types of people [or just people] I hate the most at my job. this also features the particular hell that went on last week, which is at #1. not to say there aren't some really nice people [I have a particular bond with dudes in ac/dc shirts and crazy cat ladies, it would seem], but overall, most of the people suck.
10. people who ignore me when I try to talk to them - do you want this in plastic? um... excuse me... EXCUSE ME MR. EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME??? DO YOU WANT THIS IN PLASTIC OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL YOU
9. my boss - oh god this guy. today he told me not to cross my legs. at least I think that's what he was saying. he doesn't speak english very well. in his words, it was "stand straight, remember, don't close your legs." right, I won't close my legs.
8. people who set their screaming children right next to me - this right here is why I hate kids.
7. people using food stamps who have really fancy phones and manicures - do I have to?
6. people who buy enough food to feed the russian army and then look at me like it's my fault I can't bag at the speed of light - oh, I'm sure you have somewhere to be. shouldn't have counted on the grocery store being a fast job, hmm? it never is. so stop looking at me like that or I'll put these cans on top of the bread.
5. people who complain about their bags being too heavy - okay, look, if I can lift it with one hand it's not fucking heavy. I have no muscles whatsoever so stfu.
4. people who want their shit in paper bags INSIDE plastic bags - HUMANITY IS DE-EVOLVING BECAUSE OF YOU.
3. people who buy large quantities of meat - please just stop. especially when it's bloody or shredded. raw meat in general makes me want to throw up, but DO YOU HAVE TO PUT SO MUCH OF IT TOGETHER? it's not even any particular types of meat, except for...:
2. people who buy semi-boneless legs of lamb - do you even know how hard it is to hold a semi-boneless leg of lamb and not think "well I'm holding a severed limb of a dead baby sheep"? also, "semi-boneless" does not protect from the sickening crack that is bone meeting metal if you accidentally drop it. gaaah.
1. the bitchface - I see this woman every week, usually one register over from me. she. must. die. she is like the solo embodiment of the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find. she only came to my register once, and I made the mistake of biting a hangnail. she freaked out and demanded I didn't touch anything else, then yelled at the manager when he came over. and then proceeded to leave without paying for anything. so we had to clean up a whole register full of shit. this is the kind of person who champions pta meetings and fears rock & roll because it makes kids into school shooters. she must die.
10. people who ignore me when I try to talk to them - do you want this in plastic? um... excuse me... EXCUSE ME MR. EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME??? DO YOU WANT THIS IN PLASTIC OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL YOU
9. my boss - oh god this guy. today he told me not to cross my legs. at least I think that's what he was saying. he doesn't speak english very well. in his words, it was "stand straight, remember, don't close your legs." right, I won't close my legs.
8. people who set their screaming children right next to me - this right here is why I hate kids.
7. people using food stamps who have really fancy phones and manicures - do I have to?
6. people who buy enough food to feed the russian army and then look at me like it's my fault I can't bag at the speed of light - oh, I'm sure you have somewhere to be. shouldn't have counted on the grocery store being a fast job, hmm? it never is. so stop looking at me like that or I'll put these cans on top of the bread.
5. people who complain about their bags being too heavy - okay, look, if I can lift it with one hand it's not fucking heavy. I have no muscles whatsoever so stfu.
4. people who want their shit in paper bags INSIDE plastic bags - HUMANITY IS DE-EVOLVING BECAUSE OF YOU.
3. people who buy large quantities of meat - please just stop. especially when it's bloody or shredded. raw meat in general makes me want to throw up, but DO YOU HAVE TO PUT SO MUCH OF IT TOGETHER? it's not even any particular types of meat, except for...:
2. people who buy semi-boneless legs of lamb - do you even know how hard it is to hold a semi-boneless leg of lamb and not think "well I'm holding a severed limb of a dead baby sheep"? also, "semi-boneless" does not protect from the sickening crack that is bone meeting metal if you accidentally drop it. gaaah.
1. the bitchface - I see this woman every week, usually one register over from me. she. must. die. she is like the solo embodiment of the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find. she only came to my register once, and I made the mistake of biting a hangnail. she freaked out and demanded I didn't touch anything else, then yelled at the manager when he came over. and then proceeded to leave without paying for anything. so we had to clean up a whole register full of shit. this is the kind of person who champions pta meetings and fears rock & roll because it makes kids into school shooters. she must die.
13.8.10
updates on the demode front
1. apparently ava did not remember any of the name, let alone how to spell depeche. she is doing some asking-around-facebook for the song. good fucking luck.
2. I told my dad about the owl city comparison. his response was "yes, they're just like owl city! ONLY GOOD." he then proceeded to sing "personal jesus". I love my dad.
3. I bribed C into doing this post. this whole thing took place from about 9 to about midnight... that should tell you everything
hair chorus derp
update:
4. allegedly c sent the song to ava and ava has done nothing. c surmises she won't even listen to it. well, this solves my problems...
2. I told my dad about the owl city comparison. his response was "yes, they're just like owl city! ONLY GOOD." he then proceeded to sing "personal jesus". I love my dad.
3. I bribed C into doing this post. this whole thing took place from about 9 to about midnight... that should tell you everything
hair chorus derp
update:
4. allegedly c sent the song to ava and ava has done nothing. c surmises she won't even listen to it. well, this solves my problems...
11.8.10
margarita mix, the game of life, dinosaur jr, and no sleep ['til brooklyn]
the drinky-drinky party is over. we have all survived, as expected. also as expected I feel like utter and complete shit, but we'll get to that. oh, and this post will be really long because I didn't sleep and a lot of shit went on.
I brought c to shane's house. the "party" was well underway. and by "well underway", this time I mean "watching forrest gump". and then when forrest gump was over, watching I am sam. ava and her sister arrived 3/4 of the way through forrest gump and were all like "HAS JENNY DIED YET?" they both really hate jenny, apparently.
drinks were made! we were all given a plastic martini glass. I'll take a picture of mine later. [oh, procrastination. so good at this.] we had a good time washing them out every time we wanted a new drink. we went through pitchers of sangria, margaritas, mojitos, strawberry daiquiris [which ava was REALLY enthusiastic about], and pina coladas. c and shane and I ended up playing life at 1 am, and that was when they fed us the mojitos, which was not the greatest decision ever, but we'll get to that.
after I am sam was over, someone brought out guitar hero! oh man. shane regaled us with the tale of how she ended up with two guitars and a microphone and drums, so... long story short, we played a few rounds of guitar hero. we suuuucked. I mostly played bass [since I want to in real life]. I think everyone got to sing a song of their choosing except c, who really wanted dinosaur jr, but no one would put up with the trippy speedups. we were left alone because we were determined to play it. this was a weird situation, seeing as 99% of the time it's like "oh my god, guys, STOP BEING ANTISOCIAL, GET OVER HERE AND TALK TO US ABOUT GLEE!"
then it was 1 am and somehow we were playing the game of life. we being me, shane, and c. everyone else was playing world of warcraft [no, I don't understand either]. oh, that was fun. I won because I cheated. they gave me a mojito, which was apparently really funny to watch.
me: "this isn't another fucking girly drink, is it?"
mary: "no, it's a mojito!"
me: "girly." -takes a sip- "NOT... GIRLY..."
mary: -laughs at my misfortune-
man I don't even know if that minty shit was necessary. at least not at 1 in the morning when I had just won life by selling off my children to shane but collecting the retirement bonuses anyway.
everyone was sent down to shane's room, and everyone except c, mary, and me went into a different room to "contact" things with the ever-present group ouija board. that thing needs to die already. the group I was in instead watched the paid programming channels. infomercials at 2 am are VERY, VERY FUNNY. c kept scrolling through the channels until we found the telenova one!
spanish soap opera + 2 am + us = ???
it featured lots of crying people and an overenthusiastic man. oh dear lord I don't remember much of it but I know it was great. eventually we were told to stfu and everyone migrated back into shane's room. we talked a lot! we vowed to stay up as late as possible [bad idea]. I ventured upstairs several times, because apparently I was the only one not freaked out by the prospect of going up to a very obviously empty [and creepy-looking] kitchen late at night. so I ended up bringing many things downstairs, including but not limited to: 2 bottles of soda, 6 martini glasses, 1 bag of chips, 1 tin of dip, and 1 cat.
that is why I feel like shit. I drank the entire bottle of ginger ale. everyone else had some kind of fruit punch thing, and no one wanted the ginger ale. at 2 am it seemed like a good decision... I mean, I love ginger ale and no one else wanted it. by 7 I was like "uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh". yeah, not pleasant.
ava had the fantastic idea that we should all sing songs that were on our ipods! I came up with this. when the whole thing dissipated into a cacophony of six people all singing different songs at once I thought to myself, "depeche mode would be great now." this song is insane at 3 or 4 am or whatever it was. I had c listen to my favorite mode song, and she practically had a seizure over how amazing it was. we were all really, really tired. then ava said, "guys, I have an idea. I'm gonna get my musical education just by listening to you two talking."
shhhhiiiiiiitttttt.
ava is notoriously famous for hating EVERYTHING that isn't ass-rock [c asked me to define ass-rock. here you go: ASSFUCKINGROCK] or jesus-rock or people with "perfect" voices or the latest muse cd [because they were in twilight, see? everything before twilight sucks though!]. it being somewhere between 4:30 and 6 am now, my protecting-my-favorite-songs-from-abuse senses kicked into hyperdrive. she asked what we had been listening to and I reluctantly told her. c explained that it was all synths, and ava asked, "so it's like owl city then?" yeah, that about did it. I was PISSED then. REALLY PISSED. and really tired.
at 6:30, c, ava, and I got up and went outside. the sun had risen and the clouds were all pretty. it was really nice. shortly thereafter I began feeling like shit and curled up into a little ball on the floor and slept for half an hour.
good party. relatively drama-free. hopefully ava can't figure out how to spell depeche.
edit:
also, because shane and mary have short attention spans, they drifted off while ava was talking sometime last night. ava was infuriated by this and began to spout complete nonsense ending in "I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS BECAUSE NO ONE'S LISTENING TO ME."
jesus, some people can't handle the pressure.
I brought c to shane's house. the "party" was well underway. and by "well underway", this time I mean "watching forrest gump". and then when forrest gump was over, watching I am sam. ava and her sister arrived 3/4 of the way through forrest gump and were all like "HAS JENNY DIED YET?" they both really hate jenny, apparently.
drinks were made! we were all given a plastic martini glass. I'll take a picture of mine later. [oh, procrastination. so good at this.] we had a good time washing them out every time we wanted a new drink. we went through pitchers of sangria, margaritas, mojitos, strawberry daiquiris [which ava was REALLY enthusiastic about], and pina coladas. c and shane and I ended up playing life at 1 am, and that was when they fed us the mojitos, which was not the greatest decision ever, but we'll get to that.
after I am sam was over, someone brought out guitar hero! oh man. shane regaled us with the tale of how she ended up with two guitars and a microphone and drums, so... long story short, we played a few rounds of guitar hero. we suuuucked. I mostly played bass [since I want to in real life]. I think everyone got to sing a song of their choosing except c, who really wanted dinosaur jr, but no one would put up with the trippy speedups. we were left alone because we were determined to play it. this was a weird situation, seeing as 99% of the time it's like "oh my god, guys, STOP BEING ANTISOCIAL, GET OVER HERE AND TALK TO US ABOUT GLEE!"
then it was 1 am and somehow we were playing the game of life. we being me, shane, and c. everyone else was playing world of warcraft [no, I don't understand either]. oh, that was fun. I won because I cheated. they gave me a mojito, which was apparently really funny to watch.
me: "this isn't another fucking girly drink, is it?"
mary: "no, it's a mojito!"
me: "girly." -takes a sip- "NOT... GIRLY..."
mary: -laughs at my misfortune-
man I don't even know if that minty shit was necessary. at least not at 1 in the morning when I had just won life by selling off my children to shane but collecting the retirement bonuses anyway.
everyone was sent down to shane's room, and everyone except c, mary, and me went into a different room to "contact" things with the ever-present group ouija board. that thing needs to die already. the group I was in instead watched the paid programming channels. infomercials at 2 am are VERY, VERY FUNNY. c kept scrolling through the channels until we found the telenova one!
spanish soap opera + 2 am + us = ???
it featured lots of crying people and an overenthusiastic man. oh dear lord I don't remember much of it but I know it was great. eventually we were told to stfu and everyone migrated back into shane's room. we talked a lot! we vowed to stay up as late as possible [bad idea]. I ventured upstairs several times, because apparently I was the only one not freaked out by the prospect of going up to a very obviously empty [and creepy-looking] kitchen late at night. so I ended up bringing many things downstairs, including but not limited to: 2 bottles of soda, 6 martini glasses, 1 bag of chips, 1 tin of dip, and 1 cat.
that is why I feel like shit. I drank the entire bottle of ginger ale. everyone else had some kind of fruit punch thing, and no one wanted the ginger ale. at 2 am it seemed like a good decision... I mean, I love ginger ale and no one else wanted it. by 7 I was like "uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh". yeah, not pleasant.
ava had the fantastic idea that we should all sing songs that were on our ipods! I came up with this. when the whole thing dissipated into a cacophony of six people all singing different songs at once I thought to myself, "depeche mode would be great now." this song is insane at 3 or 4 am or whatever it was. I had c listen to my favorite mode song, and she practically had a seizure over how amazing it was. we were all really, really tired. then ava said, "guys, I have an idea. I'm gonna get my musical education just by listening to you two talking."
shhhhiiiiiiitttttt.
ava is notoriously famous for hating EVERYTHING that isn't ass-rock [c asked me to define ass-rock. here you go: ASSFUCKINGROCK] or jesus-rock or people with "perfect" voices or the latest muse cd [because they were in twilight, see? everything before twilight sucks though!]. it being somewhere between 4:30 and 6 am now, my protecting-my-favorite-songs-from-abuse senses kicked into hyperdrive. she asked what we had been listening to and I reluctantly told her. c explained that it was all synths, and ava asked, "so it's like owl city then?" yeah, that about did it. I was PISSED then. REALLY PISSED. and really tired.
at 6:30, c, ava, and I got up and went outside. the sun had risen and the clouds were all pretty. it was really nice. shortly thereafter I began feeling like shit and curled up into a little ball on the floor and slept for half an hour.
good party. relatively drama-free. hopefully ava can't figure out how to spell depeche.
edit:
also, because shane and mary have short attention spans, they drifted off while ava was talking sometime last night. ava was infuriated by this and began to spout complete nonsense ending in "I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS BECAUSE NO ONE'S LISTENING TO ME."
jesus, some people can't handle the pressure.
10.8.10
we're the stooges, our typical song has 11 words, and after an hour and a quarter you want us to leave
"I wanna be your dog" has exactly 23 words in it that are not prepositions or repetitions. oh, iggy. creativity win.
also, the drinky-drinky party is tonight. shane called me at ten o'clock or so and woke me up [I stayed up until 3 in the morning listening to the clash. as I recall I drew a picture to illustrate the smiths' "cemetry gates" too]. I did not answer. I will call her back and we'll see how that goes.
I should probably link to those songs, but I have the radio on right now. I'm not turning it off. I'll edit them in later.
edit:
when I called her she told me to bring a bag of ice and club soda. what...
a dreaded sunny day, so I'll meet you at the cemetry gates
iggy pop is feeling particularly intelligent today
I love that whole first clash album but this song is especially awesome to me at 2 am. have I mentioned I hate my job?
this cemetery needs more trees... well, I was tired.
also, the drinky-drinky party is tonight. shane called me at ten o'clock or so and woke me up [I stayed up until 3 in the morning listening to the clash. as I recall I drew a picture to illustrate the smiths' "cemetry gates" too]. I did not answer. I will call her back and we'll see how that goes.
I should probably link to those songs, but I have the radio on right now. I'm not turning it off. I'll edit them in later.
edit:
when I called her she told me to bring a bag of ice and club soda. what...
a dreaded sunny day, so I'll meet you at the cemetry gates
iggy pop is feeling particularly intelligent today
I love that whole first clash album but this song is especially awesome to me at 2 am. have I mentioned I hate my job?
this cemetery needs more trees... well, I was tired.
7.8.10
I lied, sorry
so I lied, but it's late! it's almost sunday.
today was relatively drama-free. I don't understand. I got to mary's house straight out of my supermarket job [which was a particular HELL today, and I am definitely doing a post on it later], and everyone was already there. it was confirmed that the drinky-drinky party is on tuesday. we went about the routine birthday party functions, like eating cake and digging candle wax out of the frosting and opening presents. apparently I make the best cards. again, wtf. I mean, I wrote on a piece of construction paper...
we set off! about five minutes after we got to our local amusement park, emma declared that she had a Bad Migraine and so left. she was left alone with shane for a while though, which was bad, since apparently emma is mad at shane for "ignoring" her. oh, drama...
other than that, nothing much happened. there were a hell of a lot of lines though. really. long. lines.
today was relatively drama-free. I don't understand. I got to mary's house straight out of my supermarket job [which was a particular HELL today, and I am definitely doing a post on it later], and everyone was already there. it was confirmed that the drinky-drinky party is on tuesday. we went about the routine birthday party functions, like eating cake and digging candle wax out of the frosting and opening presents. apparently I make the best cards. again, wtf. I mean, I wrote on a piece of construction paper...
we set off! about five minutes after we got to our local amusement park, emma declared that she had a Bad Migraine and so left. she was left alone with shane for a while though, which was bad, since apparently emma is mad at shane for "ignoring" her. oh, drama...
other than that, nothing much happened. there were a hell of a lot of lines though. really. long. lines.
6.8.10
community service #5
when I got to school today I was told to sit in the lobby. I fucking knew it! I thought to myself. goddamn this'll make a great post...
and then they told me to go upstairs. after a while of wandering aimlessly around the library, c and I were sent to mrs. spanish's room to help her crack open a few cans of lavender paint. both of us are prone to falling over and stepping on things and basically creating accidental havoc. so... painting walls? not such a great idea.
still, we persevered. holy hell. when I went to my library job later today, someone asked me if I had poison ivy on my arms because of the paint. it's just not coming off. c got in massive trouble since it was highly visible on her shirt.
the other people painting with us were mostly from our class. and mostly pvgs. they got into a discussion about the merits of jersey shore and teen mom. c tried to join in this conversation because of her knowledge of it, and failed. nobody listens...
c and I were sent to wash paintbrushes and ended up in the empty cafeteria [which is located right next to a bathroom that nobody uses, making it an ideal place to talk about creepy things unheard]. empty cafeterias are REALLY nice.
all in all? good day. I'm so glad I get to sleep in tomorrow... oh right, I have a job. and mary's "surprise" party. ava is getting increasingly annoyed at this. ha ha ha. next post'll be on sunday.
and then they told me to go upstairs. after a while of wandering aimlessly around the library, c and I were sent to mrs. spanish's room to help her crack open a few cans of lavender paint. both of us are prone to falling over and stepping on things and basically creating accidental havoc. so... painting walls? not such a great idea.
still, we persevered. holy hell. when I went to my library job later today, someone asked me if I had poison ivy on my arms because of the paint. it's just not coming off. c got in massive trouble since it was highly visible on her shirt.
the other people painting with us were mostly from our class. and mostly pvgs. they got into a discussion about the merits of jersey shore and teen mom. c tried to join in this conversation because of her knowledge of it, and failed. nobody listens...
c and I were sent to wash paintbrushes and ended up in the empty cafeteria [which is located right next to a bathroom that nobody uses, making it an ideal place to talk about creepy things unheard]. empty cafeterias are REALLY nice.
all in all? good day. I'm so glad I get to sleep in tomorrow... oh right, I have a job. and mary's "surprise" party. ava is getting increasingly annoyed at this. ha ha ha. next post'll be on sunday.
5.8.10
community service #4
they're running out of shit for us to move.
we were ordered to get a bunch of chairs out of the back of the principal's car. then we brought them up to the library. somebody was ordered to clean them with some kind of magical vacuum. c and I were ignored and basically just stood there along with a few other people who, while not being ignored, also did not have the vacuum.
oh, then c and I were told to bring a highly outdated monitor into mr. creepy's sketchy-as-all-hell walk-in closet! yay for america.
then somehow people ended up counting pants or something.
starting to think that tomorrow they'll have us just sit in the lobby or something.
edit:
c and I were also accosted by the senile-est nun they have. she asked if we knew anything about cameras, because she had apparently recently acquired a digital one and wanted to know how to take a picture with it. it was one with the settings all on a wheel, so I guess she was confused with all the different options.
as she walked away, she said, "I wanted to take a picture of some flowers. at the funeral home down the street."
I love this place.
we were ordered to get a bunch of chairs out of the back of the principal's car. then we brought them up to the library. somebody was ordered to clean them with some kind of magical vacuum. c and I were ignored and basically just stood there along with a few other people who, while not being ignored, also did not have the vacuum.
oh, then c and I were told to bring a highly outdated monitor into mr. creepy's sketchy-as-all-hell walk-in closet! yay for america.
then somehow people ended up counting pants or something.
starting to think that tomorrow they'll have us just sit in the lobby or something.
edit:
c and I were also accosted by the senile-est nun they have. she asked if we knew anything about cameras, because she had apparently recently acquired a digital one and wanted to know how to take a picture with it. it was one with the settings all on a wheel, so I guess she was confused with all the different options.
as she walked away, she said, "I wanted to take a picture of some flowers. at the funeral home down the street."
I love this place.
4.8.10
community service #3
today was special. we got on a bus and went to a different school and moved shit around in there.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
3.8.10
ASDFGHJKL; ANOTHER UPDATE.
C (10:15:09 PM): also, I have actually got word on the drinky-drinky party, as you put it
C (10:15:16 PM): it has been rescheduled to august 10th
L (10:15:20 PM): WTF
C (10:15:22 PM): so now you can show up too in case they forgot about you
L (10:15:43 PM): oh, yaaaaaay!
YOU PEOPLE ALL SUCK.
C (10:15:16 PM): it has been rescheduled to august 10th
L (10:15:20 PM): WTF
C (10:15:22 PM): so now you can show up too in case they forgot about you
L (10:15:43 PM): oh, yaaaaaay!
YOU PEOPLE ALL SUCK.
community service #2 + drama update
today c and I, along with a sophomore I've never before talked to, were assigned to help the nun who teaches art move shit around. I SWEAR TO GOD THAT'S ALL WE EVER DO. she apparently still remembers my unfortunate mishap during volunteer week last year, when I sorta flooded her kitchen a little bit. jesus, I didn't even remember that.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
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oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
Deb: What are you drawing?
Napoleon: A liger.
Deb: What's a liger?
Napoleon: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic.
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oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
2.8.10
community service #1
c and I are doing community service week at the school. basically this is a nice way of saying "moving some shit around".
today we had the exciting job of moving books, books, and more books. we moved books from mrs. spanish teacher's room into her new room. [aside: we have two spanish teachers. mrs. spanish and sra. spanglish. we also have a french teacher, mme. russian. shit is fucked up] there were four or five other people from our class there. including the one who's going to be the valedictorian. overheard from her: "I'm good at painting because I'm anal." go team!
when we ran out of shit to move, we suddenly ran into sr. hitler [the "president" of the school. not the principal, the president. the principal is a whole different person] and mrs. babies. HOLY HELL THAT WAS TERRIFYING. c and I moved shit out of mrs. babies's office into her new room, which was mrs. spanish's old room.
it was less confusing than it sounds. mrs. babies has a lot of outdated books. we found one that mentioned keith and sid as prime examples of why you shouldn't do drugs. damn skippy! the thing was from 1993.
we also laughed at the catechism. she has at least three.
today we had the exciting job of moving books, books, and more books. we moved books from mrs. spanish teacher's room into her new room. [aside: we have two spanish teachers. mrs. spanish and sra. spanglish. we also have a french teacher, mme. russian. shit is fucked up] there were four or five other people from our class there. including the one who's going to be the valedictorian. overheard from her: "I'm good at painting because I'm anal." go team!
when we ran out of shit to move, we suddenly ran into sr. hitler [the "president" of the school. not the principal, the president. the principal is a whole different person] and mrs. babies. HOLY HELL THAT WAS TERRIFYING. c and I moved shit out of mrs. babies's office into her new room, which was mrs. spanish's old room.
it was less confusing than it sounds. mrs. babies has a lot of outdated books. we found one that mentioned keith and sid as prime examples of why you shouldn't do drugs. damn skippy! the thing was from 1993.
we also laughed at the catechism. she has at least three.
31.7.10
the cure; or, why I like going to bed at 1 AM
warning: this post has nothing to do with any of my previous posts except the one directly before it. consider it a window [that nobody wants] into my creative suburban life. but hey, if st. clair can go off rambling sometimes, we all can.
during the school year I usually go to bed at 10:30 or earlier. I get up at 6. school officially starts at 7:45 but if you're not there at 7:25 you're in deep shit. just so my bedtime makes sense here. during the summer, though, I usually end up going to bed at 11 or 11:30 or so. this is acceptable for my mother. but in the last week or so, I haven't been following that. it looks like this:
sunday: go to bed at midnight
monday: go to bed at 11; have to work tomorrow
tuesday: DON'T HAVE TO WORK UNTIL FRIDAY; STAY UP 'TIL 1 AM
wednesday: 1 AM IS GOOD!
thursday: have to work tomorrow, supposed to go to bed at 10.
that's where our story starts. I have to be awake and ready before 9:40 on tuesdays and fridays to go to the library. this time my mother thought it would be an excellent idea to pull me right out of the cycle of staying up until 1, and expected me to crash right at 10.
so I went upstairs [my computer's in the basement] at 10. I paced around the living room until the cat bit me. then, excitingly, I finished the book I was reading! by then, it was 11 or so.
I got all excited because I hadn't yet crossed the magical threshold that is 11:30. there are so many songs I've banned myself from listening to after 11:30 because they make me freak out and panic. however, I also need to realize that maybe 11:00 is a good tipping point too. I start to lose some, uh, lucidity after 11.
at that time I looked around my room and though, "man, I should go to bed." but then... I saw them. my beloved highlighter collection.
I WAS SO EXCITED. I love highlighters so fucking much. [if it doesn't look like a lot, consider most people own maybe two highlighters at a time and that they're both yellow.] I decided immediately that I needed to do something with them. preferably tying into what I happened to be listening to at the time.
A Brief History of Me and the Cure
age 11: we hear "just like heaven" on the radio. my dad is like "this is my favorite song!!!" and turns it up so loud that my ears bleed. I decide I must find this song again because it's the best thing ever to my 11-year-old ears.
age 12: I encounter a sketchy caseless disc entitled cure - greatest hits in my dad's handwriting hidden in our cd collection. I promptly steal it.
age 14: the cure show up in my graduation-from-middle-school present. I know that sounds weird. my present was 6 cds.
age 15-16: my dad basically ties me to a chair and makes me listen to mixed up.
thursday night:
I know. it's completely inappropriate for being one of the three bands that people who feel sorry for themselves listen to. but unlike the two implosions of self-hatred in that trio [the smiths and joy division] some cure songs are kinda happy. and this is probably the best love song ever.
that was my rationale. yeah, it's a fucking cloud made out of a page of my driver's ed handbook... so sue me.
when I looked up at my clock it was 11:29. imagine how happy I was that it wasn't 11:30. I swear.
me at 11:29: can still withstand creepy punk!
me at 11:30: I NEED TO LISTEN TO THE B-52S RIGHT NOW.
so that was exactly what I did. I sat there and listened to the b-52s and suddenly everything made sense. kate piersen's hair was understandable. fred schneider seemed like an awesome person. "love shack" made loads of sense that it really doesn't during the day. I thought "hell, I'm never going to bed. I don't need to. I- AM- LIVING- ON- CHANNEL ZEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" yeah. I was having a great time.
then I made the mistake of going off to new order land and listening to this. I realized I had no idea what the hell was going on.
it was then that I made myself go to bed. I fell asleep at 1 AM as usual. my mother's plan failed. but at least I got a little-kiddish thing I've dubbed Cure Cloud out of it.
ps: I will probably have a smiths-y post like this sometime in the future. as much as I love the cure, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the smiths. /socialoutcastteenager I'm not depressed. how could I be depressed when I'm going to see matt & kim in november?
during the school year I usually go to bed at 10:30 or earlier. I get up at 6. school officially starts at 7:45 but if you're not there at 7:25 you're in deep shit. just so my bedtime makes sense here. during the summer, though, I usually end up going to bed at 11 or 11:30 or so. this is acceptable for my mother. but in the last week or so, I haven't been following that. it looks like this:
sunday: go to bed at midnight
monday: go to bed at 11; have to work tomorrow
tuesday: DON'T HAVE TO WORK UNTIL FRIDAY; STAY UP 'TIL 1 AM
wednesday: 1 AM IS GOOD!
thursday: have to work tomorrow, supposed to go to bed at 10.
that's where our story starts. I have to be awake and ready before 9:40 on tuesdays and fridays to go to the library. this time my mother thought it would be an excellent idea to pull me right out of the cycle of staying up until 1, and expected me to crash right at 10.
so I went upstairs [my computer's in the basement] at 10. I paced around the living room until the cat bit me. then, excitingly, I finished the book I was reading! by then, it was 11 or so.
I got all excited because I hadn't yet crossed the magical threshold that is 11:30. there are so many songs I've banned myself from listening to after 11:30 because they make me freak out and panic. however, I also need to realize that maybe 11:00 is a good tipping point too. I start to lose some, uh, lucidity after 11.
at that time I looked around my room and though, "man, I should go to bed." but then... I saw them. my beloved highlighter collection.
I WAS SO EXCITED. I love highlighters so fucking much. [if it doesn't look like a lot, consider most people own maybe two highlighters at a time and that they're both yellow.] I decided immediately that I needed to do something with them. preferably tying into what I happened to be listening to at the time.
A Brief History of Me and the Cure
age 11: we hear "just like heaven" on the radio. my dad is like "this is my favorite song!!!" and turns it up so loud that my ears bleed. I decide I must find this song again because it's the best thing ever to my 11-year-old ears.
age 12: I encounter a sketchy caseless disc entitled cure - greatest hits in my dad's handwriting hidden in our cd collection. I promptly steal it.
age 14: the cure show up in my graduation-from-middle-school present. I know that sounds weird. my present was 6 cds.
age 15-16: my dad basically ties me to a chair and makes me listen to mixed up.
thursday night:
I know. it's completely inappropriate for being one of the three bands that people who feel sorry for themselves listen to. but unlike the two implosions of self-hatred in that trio [the smiths and joy division] some cure songs are kinda happy. and this is probably the best love song ever.
that was my rationale. yeah, it's a fucking cloud made out of a page of my driver's ed handbook... so sue me.
when I looked up at my clock it was 11:29. imagine how happy I was that it wasn't 11:30. I swear.
me at 11:29: can still withstand creepy punk!
me at 11:30: I NEED TO LISTEN TO THE B-52S RIGHT NOW.
so that was exactly what I did. I sat there and listened to the b-52s and suddenly everything made sense. kate piersen's hair was understandable. fred schneider seemed like an awesome person. "love shack" made loads of sense that it really doesn't during the day. I thought "hell, I'm never going to bed. I don't need to. I- AM- LIVING- ON- CHANNEL ZEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" yeah. I was having a great time.
then I made the mistake of going off to new order land and listening to this. I realized I had no idea what the hell was going on.
it was then that I made myself go to bed. I fell asleep at 1 AM as usual. my mother's plan failed. but at least I got a little-kiddish thing I've dubbed Cure Cloud out of it.
ps: I will probably have a smiths-y post like this sometime in the future. as much as I love the cure, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the smiths. /socialoutcastteenager I'm not depressed. how could I be depressed when I'm going to see matt & kim in november?
30.7.10
robert smith, like excel, is also my friend
I have to go to bed early tonight, as per order of My Mother. this is because of my real job, which would be bagging people's groceries. I know it has nothing to do with the subject of this blog but this is MY blog.
so I would just like to say that hyperactive me is used to going to bed at 1 AM! and since my mother has been trying to cut that down to 10 pm the past few days with no in-between, terrible shit is happening! I already explained to c what happened last night. I will post that full story, with pictures from my piece-o-fuck camera, tomorrow.
basically what happens is I say "fuck you" to everything around me and listen to the cure. then it's 11:30, and I'm screwed. 11:30 for me is a magical threshold. my brain just goes into reverse at 11:30. but... tomorrow.
so I would just like to say that hyperactive me is used to going to bed at 1 AM! and since my mother has been trying to cut that down to 10 pm the past few days with no in-between, terrible shit is happening! I already explained to c what happened last night. I will post that full story, with pictures from my piece-o-fuck camera, tomorrow.
basically what happens is I say "fuck you" to everything around me and listen to the cure. then it's 11:30, and I'm screwed. 11:30 for me is a magical threshold. my brain just goes into reverse at 11:30. but... tomorrow.
29.7.10
28.7.10
hey mtv, I'm a vapid bitch who isn't pregnant! can I still have a show?
this post is probably going to be a hefty little fucker.
last year, c and I had two different theology teachers. in the event one of them returns to torment us again, the one I had is Mrs. Babiez after her love for babies and hatred for everything that is not babies, and the one C had is the overlord of the cohh. I think she deserves the title Mrs. Theology.
Mrs. Theology has a nasty habit of telling people about her sex life and how jesus approves of this and that the church WANTS you to have sex. but she does it in a terrible way, really. she's like the stereotype of antifeminist.
Mrs. Theology also told them about how she loved the horror show that is mtv's 16 and pregnant. any sane person can see that this show is made of crap, but we are not talking about sane people here. I think she was trying to subtly hint to the cohh that, once again, their purpose in life is BABIES AND MORE BABIES, while still trying to appeal to the pvg market in that class.
so shortly before midnight last night I decided I was going to go see the facebook page for this fucker. at first all I noticed was that the whole affair reminded me of the pregnant-teenager-PSA from jhonen vasquez's JTHM, because my mind is fucked up and it was late.
edit: I will describe said PSA. it's a short comic strip about a girl named sarah who drops out of high school to raise a baby and ends up eating the baby because she has no money for food. this should clear things up, and steer weak people away from jhonen...
then I sent it to c. and we started reading the posts. what sick fun. especially considering how late it was. from aim:
L (12:17:57 AM): bonus points for the words "lingering pain"
C (12:18:04 AM): oh god
L (12:18:06 AM): I sadistically loled at your lingering pain.
C (12:19:01 AM): this makes me want to puke
L (12:19:09 AM): it should.
c points out what's wrong with this picture:
C (12:19:57 AM): but yeah. it's... seriously the whole page is about teenagers. having babies.
C (12:20:15 AM): and how amazing that is to watch.
L (12:20:17 AM): the best part of that is it's over multiple seasons! HOW THE HELL DO YOU ATTAIN MULTIPLE SEASONS OF THIS SHIT
C (12:20:19 AM): and their boyfriends.
L (12:20:28 AM): yes.
L (12:20:32 AM): and it suuuuuuuuuuucks.
C (12:20:36 AM): because having a baby totally does not hamper their love lives. you can still have multiple boyfriends a year with a baby, girlies!
then we picked some nice quotes from the statuses and answered their stupid rhetorical questions and comments.
HAHA WHAT. that's terrible. it's like they prepare themselves for this shit
stupid name, stupid question, and YES, YOU DID, NOW THE FUCKER WILL GET EPILEPSY AND DIE
I PREDICT THERE WILL BE BABIES
WHAT IN THE HELL
uhhhh
these morals are so questionable
NO. SHE CAN FORGIVE NOTHING AND SOON THERE WILL BE ANTHRAX ON HIS PILLOW
I get kind of violent at 1 in the morning
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
this being C's contribution
they also do this rhetorical stupid-ass question after every episode:
IT SUCKED
both of us were stunned at this one. finally C produced a response which I still find funny.
C (12:43:34 AM): oh no! drama! baby will make it better lol derp
C (12:43:43 AM): and guess what? baby does make it better! yaaaaaaaay
OH NO AN EPIDEMIC IS GOING AROUND
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
C (12:44:59 AM): back.. labor?
L (12:45:01 AM): CONGRATUALTIONS SAMANTHA YOU DESERVE A PRIZE
C (12:45:03 AM): uh... anatomy fail
NO, IT DOESN'T EXIST. I DO BELIEVE IN JESUS. I DO! I DO!
............................................what
C (12:51:55 AM): because coexisting is impossible.
C (12:51:57 AM): baby makes you good.
this is the first time they EVER acknowledge that babies are a fucking lot of work. the rest is seriously about their fucking boyfriends and their awesome lives as lolderp teenagers with babiez.
L (12:55:04 AM): NO WAIT WAIT I NEED MY SUNGLASSES FOR THIS
C (12:55:06 AM): no. I will never be ready
after that it kind of degenerated into "go die" as a response to everything. but yeah, so... hypothesis: this show is stupid. conclusion: this show sucks and I hope to see it face down in a quagmire...
last year, c and I had two different theology teachers. in the event one of them returns to torment us again, the one I had is Mrs. Babiez after her love for babies and hatred for everything that is not babies, and the one C had is the overlord of the cohh. I think she deserves the title Mrs. Theology.
Mrs. Theology has a nasty habit of telling people about her sex life and how jesus approves of this and that the church WANTS you to have sex. but she does it in a terrible way, really. she's like the stereotype of antifeminist.
Mrs. Theology also told them about how she loved the horror show that is mtv's 16 and pregnant. any sane person can see that this show is made of crap, but we are not talking about sane people here. I think she was trying to subtly hint to the cohh that, once again, their purpose in life is BABIES AND MORE BABIES, while still trying to appeal to the pvg market in that class.
so shortly before midnight last night I decided I was going to go see the facebook page for this fucker. at first all I noticed was that the whole affair reminded me of the pregnant-teenager-PSA from jhonen vasquez's JTHM, because my mind is fucked up and it was late.
edit: I will describe said PSA. it's a short comic strip about a girl named sarah who drops out of high school to raise a baby and ends up eating the baby because she has no money for food. this should clear things up, and steer weak people away from jhonen...
then I sent it to c. and we started reading the posts. what sick fun. especially considering how late it was. from aim:
L (12:17:57 AM): bonus points for the words "lingering pain"
C (12:18:04 AM): oh god
L (12:18:06 AM): I sadistically loled at your lingering pain.
C (12:19:01 AM): this makes me want to puke
L (12:19:09 AM): it should.
c points out what's wrong with this picture:
C (12:19:57 AM): but yeah. it's... seriously the whole page is about teenagers. having babies.
C (12:20:15 AM): and how amazing that is to watch.
L (12:20:17 AM): the best part of that is it's over multiple seasons! HOW THE HELL DO YOU ATTAIN MULTIPLE SEASONS OF THIS SHIT
C (12:20:19 AM): and their boyfriends.
L (12:20:28 AM): yes.
L (12:20:32 AM): and it suuuuuuuuuuucks.
C (12:20:36 AM): because having a baby totally does not hamper their love lives. you can still have multiple boyfriends a year with a baby, girlies!
then we picked some nice quotes from the statuses and answered their stupid rhetorical questions and comments.
See which 16 & Pregnant mom already had their baby's names picked out!
HAHA WHAT. that's terrible. it's like they prepare themselves for this shit
Did Nicole and Tyler move Brooklyn around too much?
stupid name, stupid question, and YES, YOU DID, NOW THE FUCKER WILL GET EPILEPSY AND DIE
The Season 2 Finale & Reunion show are tonight!?! Any predictions?
I PREDICT THERE WILL BE BABIES
Nicole's slumber party is unexpectedly cut short when labor pains strike.
WHAT IN THE HELL
Do you understand Cory's reluctance to visit Aiden? Or do you think he's wasting valuable time watching his son grow up?
uhhhh
these morals are so questionable
She's 16, pregnant & heartbroken. Can Lizzie forgive her baby's father for cheating?
NO. SHE CAN FORGIVE NOTHING AND SOON THERE WILL BE ANTHRAX ON HIS PILLOW
I get kind of violent at 1 in the morning
Is it really that hard to walk away from a toxic relationship? What would you do if you were in Chelsea's shoes?
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
this being C's contribution
they also do this rhetorical stupid-ass question after every episode:
What did you think of Nicole's story?
IT SUCKED
Chelsea's caught up with her social life and fighting with boyfriend, Adam. She thinks things will get better after giving birth, but instead learns she can choose her daughter above everything.
both of us were stunned at this one. finally C produced a response which I still find funny.
C (12:43:34 AM): oh no! drama! baby will make it better lol derp
C (12:43:43 AM): and guess what? baby does make it better! yaaaaaaaay
Samantha's good girl image fades when she discovers she's pregnant-- and so is her mother.
OH NO AN EPIDEMIC IS GOING AROUND
Chelsea's boyfriend Adam barely helps with their newborn baby.
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
Samantha endures painful back labor in tonight's '16 & Pregnant'.
C (12:44:59 AM): back.. labor?
L (12:45:01 AM): CONGRATUALTIONS SAMANTHA YOU DESERVE A PRIZE
C (12:45:03 AM): uh... anatomy fail
Do you believe in abortion?
NO, IT DOESN'T EXIST. I DO BELIEVE IN JESUS. I DO! I DO!
Did Farrah let her mother down by becoming a G.I.L.F?
............................................what
Didn't Get A Chance To Witness Amber's Transformation From a Rebel to a Mother?
C (12:51:55 AM): because coexisting is impossible.
C (12:51:57 AM): baby makes you good.
OMG!! The Baby Won't Let Her Sleep!!...
this is the first time they EVER acknowledge that babies are a fucking lot of work. the rest is seriously about their fucking boyfriends and their awesome lives as lolderp teenagers with babiez.
ARE YOU READY FOR THE SEASON 2 PREMIERE ON FEB 16th?!?
L (12:55:04 AM): NO WAIT WAIT I NEED MY SUNGLASSES FOR THIS
C (12:55:06 AM): no. I will never be ready
after that it kind of degenerated into "go die" as a response to everything. but yeah, so... hypothesis: this show is stupid. conclusion: this show sucks and I hope to see it face down in a quagmire...
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