tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945008048501210772024-03-18T23:19:28.694-04:00"oh my god, did you hear...?"catholic school. junior year. drama. themes of heartbreak and shame permeate.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-44439141966352632652010-12-02T22:37:00.004-05:002010-12-02T22:57:11.590-05:00hello me not dead!I have returned from nanowrimo hell.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I've been relegated to the role of tape machine.<br /><br />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".<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">ego affronted</span><br /><br />I think that'll be all. I need to go to bed.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />edit:</span><br />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 thisLiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-40993663472759666242010-10-28T22:45:00.003-04:002010-10-28T22:49:27.871-04:00biggest excuse ever, here we goI'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 <a href="http://nanowrimo.org">nanowrimo</a>. 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.<br /><br />it is not that easy. she doesn't get that.<br /><br />so I bid you farewell until december, blogosphere.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-63655453686809106652010-10-25T20:56:00.004-04:002010-10-25T21:41:08.674-04:00guess 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.<br /><br />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?"]<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />my homeroom got barbados. why? because "the flag is pretty". c's got russia, because greenland wasn't a viable option.<br /><br />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 <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgffRW1fKDk&ob=av2n">republica</a> [not sure] and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBWrLhgiX74">soft cell</a> [definitely] being butchered. I had my nail polish stolen and then returned to me by three different people.<br /><br />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".]<br /><br />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."<br /><br />I better get back to editing now.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-32488600016131074052010-10-15T21:47:00.003-04:002010-10-15T21:53:28.049-04:00I'm tired and this is anticlimacticshane was absent. and ava went to a college fair thing during lunch.<br /><br />as such nobody else cared about our table-shifting experiment. must test this out further.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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".<br /><br />please excuse my brevity, I'm trying to <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org">outline my november</a>.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-63652760929014802702010-10-13T14:08:00.002-04:002010-10-13T14:21:57.244-04:00suicide mission #4385098483724the psats were today. emma actually came into school for the first time in ten years. I am astounded.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />aaaand so we have decided that that is the end of the bullshit. we're doing the unthinkable tomorrow. changing lunch tables.<br /><br />OH NO. according to high school tradition this must mean we hate our table and are planning on shooting them up!!! GASP.<br /><br />cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-8081988660356642932010-10-06T15:44:00.006-04:002010-10-06T16:02:03.795-04:00OH GODis it wednesday already?! I swear to god I meant to post on sunday. junior year, you eat my free time [as does preparing for <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/">nanowrimo</a>].<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">emma</span> is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. <span style="font-weight:bold;">shane</span>, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">mary</span> is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, <span style="font-weight:bold;">britney</span> has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.<br /><br />finally, everyone's favorite <span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span> 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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-37368182612549573272010-09-30T21:46:00.003-04:002010-09-30T21:51:25.117-04:00updates! 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />so close... so close to the weekend... I'm tired.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-78722367292088549982010-09-27T17:39:00.000-04:002010-09-27T17:40:30.198-04:00the 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />now for the rest of the week.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />speaking of which, she thinks devo are called tivo.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-3550596912214654102010-09-24T20:49:00.002-04:002010-09-24T20:53:40.626-04:00I am still not deadI apologize for the last post. and for not posting since then. I have been sick. I'm better now, I think.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />also I'm hosting a sleepover tomorrow! how excellent is that. sleepovers always create havoc and drama and folly. I love sleepovers.<br /><br />I've lost count of the absences. I'll ask mary about it. she's keeping better track of it than I am...Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-47550214838753039252010-09-21T20:42:00.001-04:002010-09-21T20:43:31.193-04:00my eyes hurt and I want them gouged outour 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.<br /><br />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.]<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-68887039453657837752010-09-16T20:37:00.005-04:002010-09-16T20:53:01.192-04:00failwagon!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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org">nanowrimo</a> piece and a short based on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvq4LdngkD4">this song</a>. ah... well, if it happens, she'll probably trash whatever it is anyway. I have to be careful.<br /><br />OKAY THAT WAS A RAMBLE. sorry. here are some quick facts:<br /><br />I'm hosting a sleepover next saturday. expect posting.<br /><br />emma absences: 2<br />shane absences: 1<br /><br />your move.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-13976869060083002692010-09-15T17:10:00.003-04:002010-09-15T17:13:09.064-04:00what?!the drama-free days continue. today at lunch we all got along like a normal table. it was really, really weird.<br /><br />as such I have nothing much to write a post about.<br /><br />days shane has missed: 1. days emma has missed: 0. again... WEIRD.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-71223435702574805332010-09-13T20:32:00.007-04:002010-09-13T20:40:43.971-04:00everyday life #2a bit of trivia for you- <span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span> has not had a sharefest about Her Feelings for 72 hours now!<br /><br />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!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">shane</span> 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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">emma</span> has come into school for four straight days! come on, let's keep this streak alive!<br /><br />allegedly <span style="font-weight:bold;">mary</span> talked to <span style="font-weight:bold;">jean</span> 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<br /><br />who will snap first? inquiring minds want to know.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-71505710258076526652010-09-12T21:54:00.002-04:002010-09-12T21:58:07.677-04:00she's gonna kill meA (9:52:40 PM): how long will this newspaper be per issue?<br />C (9:52:46 PM): I don't know yet<br />A (9:53:19 PM): is that something for the whole newspaper to decide on<br />A (9:53:21 PM): ?<br />C (9:53:32 PM): uh, no, it's more something that happens...?<br /><br /><br />C (9:53:58 PM): is she trying to SET A PAGE LENGTH?<br />L (9:54:06 PM): YES, SHE IS.<br /><br />you have got to be kiddingLiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-22152643240367222562010-09-11T23:11:00.001-04:002010-09-11T23:16:44.982-04:00NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI think I need <a href="http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/">this</a> whenever anyone at the lunch table opens their mouth.<br /><br />that's allLiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-15656326757351128082010-09-11T12:40:00.010-04:002010-09-12T09:09:42.618-04:00hellhole crap and superdramacan 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: 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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: 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.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: sigh. i love them, i really do. but i cant wait for college. just SO annoying<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: what is, just.. everything?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: family<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: 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.<br /><br />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".<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">it. got. better.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: 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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: 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?*<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: huh> i do want to fall in love but i also want to be happy<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: shoudln't falling in love make you happy? getting married won't automatically make you happy*<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: yeah falling in love with the wrong person can make you miserable<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*notice how she totally brushes these things off.</span><br /><br />C (10:04:05 PM): oh my god<br />C (10:04:12 PM): <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Brother_%28Cory_Doctorow_novel%29">cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y</a>.<br />L (10:04:31 PM): yes. cheap teenage melodrama, comrade.<br />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.<br />C (10:05:00 PM): dude, if all you want is to be alone maybe you shouldn't get married?<br />C (10:05:13 PM): I like how she didn't respond to the thing about her mom<br /><br />I do too, C. [have I ever mentioned how the C stands for comrade?]<span style="font-style:italic;"> [ok <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11137777600882759498">it doesn't really</a>.]</span> but the thing is she does shit like this all the time.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <br />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<br />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<br /><br />this is what I mean. doozy #2:<br /><br />A (8:28:39 PM): so the only reason my name isn't on the papers or anything is because we weren't speaking?<br />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.<br />A (8:30:22 PM): okay<br />A (8:30:22 PM): i see<br />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<br />L (8:30:57 PM): yes, yes we do<br />A (8:31:05 PM): you both think alike and i think separetly from you two<br /><br />oh I get it now--<span style="font-style:italic;">besides just you two</span> means <span style="font-style:italic;">I am going to run your shit whether you want me to or not</span>.<br /><br />once that debate was over, AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH--she had to pull out the stage manager thing again.<br /><br />A (9:43:03 PM): lissa<br />A (9:43:06 PM): i have one question<br />L (9:43:15 PM): yeah?<br />L (9:43:17 PM): okay<br />A (9:43:22 PM): i know i've already asked you this<br />L (9:43:32 PM): I am not mad at you<br /><br />[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 <a href="http://spamusement.com/index.php/comics/view/236">stop that bending</a>.]<br /><br />A (9:43:33 PM): but you know how you are going to be stage manager this year?<br />A (9:43:46 PM): well...<br />A (9:43:57 PM): im wondering if senior year if i could possibly... you know...<br />A (9:44:00 PM): try it..<br />A (9:44:01 PM): .<br />L (9:44:25 PM): ok. uh, why do you want to exactly?<br />A (9:44:37 PM): here we go<br />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<br />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 <br />A (9:45:53 PM): okay?<br />A (9:46:02 PM): and i am not doing it to make your life miserable<br />L (9:46:27 PM): ok. those are valid reasons. I really, REALLY want senior year though. like you cannot even comprehend how much.<br />A (9:46:40 PM): *sigh*<br />A (9:46:52 PM): but i don't want junior year because the class is intimidating<br />A (9:46:57 PM): senior class, i mean<br />L (9:47:04 PM): BECAUSE THE CLASS IS INTIMIDATING???<br />L (9:47:11 PM): wtf kind of a reason is that! [I'm hyper]<br />L (9:47:35 PM): OH. senior clas. ok.<br />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<br />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<br />A (9:48:16 PM): i like that<br /><br />[you would]<br /><br />L (9:48:16 PM): and well neither do I. that's something you have to deal with if you're in that position.<br />A (9:49:02 PM): *sigh*<br />A (9:49:11 PM): some time while I am at [the academy], I would like to try it<br />L (9:49:29 PM): it';s like being president.<br />L (9:49:37 PM): I will do an analogy. it's like being president.<br />A (9:49:58 PM): (if you were president, the world would die)<br />A (9:50:01 PM): (no offense)<br />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.<br /><br />[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.]<br /><br />L (9:50:45 PM): if you think you can handle that go right afuckinghead.<br />A (9:51:03 PM): you and c___...<br />A (9:51:14 PM): you also don't want to give up the position<br />L (9:51:22 PM): ...whaaat?<br />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.<br /><br />[AB graduated from the academy when I was a freshman. we did <span style="font-style:italic;">annie</span> that year and she was miss hannigan. it was amazing. the part totally fit her. she still comes back to help with our plays.]<br /><br />A (9:51:59 PM): what about ab?<br />L (9:52:13 PM): she gives cues backstage<br />A (9:52:45 PM): or we could be co-SMs<br />A (9:53:36 PM): okay<br />A (9:53:38 PM): stupid idea<br />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<br /><br />[look how I'm being bitchy and then trying to cover my bitchtracks]<br /><br />A (9:54:21 PM): lissa, seriously<br />A (9:54:22 PM): i wouldn't mind<br />L (9:54:39 PM): ok! do whatever you want.<br /><br />[in my head this was <a href="http://theyllhangemselves.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-epic-like-combination-of-harry.html">"husker du whatever you want I don't care"</a>]<br /><br />A (9:55:04 PM): *sigh*<br />A (9:55:09 PM): only if it is okay with you<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />bonus C & L im of the day</span><br />C (8:59:26 PM): what the shit<br />C (8:59:36 PM): how did she ever, ever, ever get into <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLWXSsYJoWY">infected mushroom</a>?<br />L (8:59:45 PM): I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS THIS<br />C (8:59:50 PM): if this was on the vampire diaries I will eat martin "hat" gore's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsvfofcIE1Q&feature=related">hat</a>Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-66912434790186842742010-09-10T18:29:00.005-04:002010-09-10T20:14:19.455-04:00new, 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.<br /><br />[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.]<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">A Conversation Straight From The Gay Table</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: "sorry we're late..."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?"<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">[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.]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">c</span>: "sorry, we had to go see ms. butler."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: "WHO'S MS. BUTLER?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: "exactly..."<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">[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.]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">c</span>: we're starting up the newspaper again.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: you guys have a newspaper? [slightly glares] what's it called, music weekly?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">[OH PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE YOU ARE BACK]</span><br /><br />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!!"<br /><br />she then promptly decided she was going to TAKE THE FUCK OVER.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: "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?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">c</span>: "ava, that's what an editor does."<br /><br />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?"<br /><br />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:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">if you want her to do anything just say you want to do it & she will.</span><br /><br />I believe she would call this a "quirk". I also believe I would call it "obnoxious".<br /><br />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 [<span style="font-style:italic;">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]</span>, but, y'know, at least we taped up flyers.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />except "christ, what an asshole".Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-38809371137305310612010-09-09T18:19:00.004-04:002010-09-09T18:45:50.218-04:00won't you believe it it's just my luckalert 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.<br /><br />for everyone else at the table? not so much.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">mary</span> 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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">emma</span> 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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">shane</span> 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...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span> 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.]<br /><br />c has said her <a href="http://randomnessbycc.blogspot.com/2010/09/news-flash-blink.html">farewells to blogging</a> 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.]Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-44936815523419299142010-09-05T21:24:00.002-04:002010-09-09T18:53:56.652-04:00if it wasn't for your misfortune I'd be a heavenly person todayschool 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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: do you remember that <a href="http://theyllhangemselves.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-survived.html">tearful sleepover</a> we had at my house? it's just... im afraid that it didn't do anything<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">sweet jesus</span>, I'm thinking. <span style="font-style:italic;">what brought this on? and do we really need reminding?</span><br /><br />I went to c and appropriately expressed my concerns that I didn't know what the fuck was going on.<br /><br />c (10:12:25 PM): you don't have to tell her this, but you realize <a href="http://theyllhangemselves.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-dont-need-you-anymore.html">she probably could have learned a few things from that too</a><br />c (10:12:31 PM): like to not do what she's doing right now?<br /><br />right c, right! didn't we actually tell her back then that WHAT SHE'S DOING IS BAD AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED?<br /><br />and yet it continued.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: yeah but we aren't having the eventful five-way phone convos we used to have<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: every one of those from this summer has been because [shane] was planning something<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: or the laughs that broke out with each other, or the obvious love between everybody at the table<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: was there love there? or was that the high school social bug that stung us all<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: uh... what? what are you even talking about, I don't get it. are you asdking about freshman year or sophoomore year?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: freshmen, the first three months were amazing<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">OH MY GOD</span>, I thought here. <span style="font-style:italic;">SHE'S REPEATING EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID AT THE SLEEPOVER.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: well, in freshman year we didn't even really know each other that well... not at the beginnign at least<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: now we do and we all secretly hate each other<br /><br />well fucking played.<br /><br />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:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: but im also worried about [mary]<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me</span>: [mary] is scarily obesssed wth [shane], yes. that is cause for alarm.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava</span>: she's in love with her, there's a difference<br /><br />OH MY GOD, SHE'S SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. PLEASE CUT THIS CRAP.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava:</span> i will try to be less angry and talk to you more<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava:</span> but you have to stop blocking me out and know that i am here for you<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava:</span> yes i know you are working on it<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">me:</span> okay. thank you. that will work.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ava:</span> but that is my demands, do you have any demands?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />---<br /><br />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<br />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.<br />C (11:00:55 PM): hah. it is ok.<br />L (11:01:02 PM): which is why the blog is good, I guess. just so long as no one finds it<br />C (11:01:09 PM): yes. it is good.<br />L (11:01:38 PM): "heheheeeey, today my friends sucked. also now my blog can give you a <a href="http://theyllhangemselves.blogspot.com/2010/08/seeking-tacky-with-capital-t.html">seizure</a> if you move your mouse too fast! I love life."Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-69458964082296243442010-09-03T14:47:00.004-04:002010-09-05T21:58:55.231-04:00I forgot a title, excuuuuuuse meapologies 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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.<br /><br />I say this year will be excellent.<br /><br />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...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">edit</span>: 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.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-51771513136736941892010-08-30T21:41:00.004-04:002010-08-30T22:04:37.345-04:00seeking the Tacky with a capital Ta 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 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pokemon_%28anime%29#Controversy">pokemon in 1999</a> or <a href="http://tackychristmasyards.com/">tacky christmas yards</a> IN ACTION!!! go on, try it.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />expect more rambling on this topic tomorrow.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-12935433911395998212010-08-30T18:16:00.004-04:002010-08-30T18:25:51.213-04:00I 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.<br /><br />I just thought I should update. I'm adding a new tag for college application drama, which there is sure to be much of.<br /><br />also, good to know I'm consistent:<br />c (6:18:29 PM): even that was questionable sometimes. I knew you would say depeche mode.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-24746530171388511892010-08-27T13:53:00.004-04:002010-08-27T14:14:12.259-04:00joy.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.<br /><br />ah well, life goes on... school starts in like two weeks. here goes my summer reading!:<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Tree_Grows_in_Brooklyn_%28novel%29">a tree fails in brooklyn</a>: 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.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Jungle_%28novel%29">the jungle</a>: I haven't started this but from what I hear it's... great.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Great_Gatsby"><br />the derp gatsby</a>: <a href="http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=259">kate beaton</a> does this a lot better than I ever could. read the description. it explains everything.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn">the "adventures" of huckleberry finn</a>: 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?]<br /><br />I feel this post demonstrates wonderfully how lazy and sarcastic I can be. I'm gonna go read <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pygmy_%28novel%29">a screwed-up book</a> now.Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-16841294450240417922010-08-23T12:05:00.005-04:002010-08-23T20:21:56.632-04:00The 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />you'll see. I just went to her facebook page and holy god literally the whole thing is likes.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.likey.biz/?id=58707">yelling RAPE when your friend attacks you</a></span><br />mary never once have I seen you do that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.thatswicked.net/like.php?ID=288">Some days i really like you, some days i wanna push you in front of a bus.</a></span><br />this was definitely for shane<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.illadee.com/ilikeit.php?id=22922#cb=f1b46312e6d83cc&origin=http://www.illadee.com/f82ee9df1365c6&relation=parent.parent&transport=flash&type=resize&height=22">You're such a boring texter that I can predict what you're going to say next.</a></span><br />...I can't even<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.illadee.com/ilikeit.php?id=22933">If two people are happy together, then leave them to it. It's THEIR lives. </a></span><br />oh. my. god.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.likefever.org/like-44807">If I had sex as often as I got screwed I'd be very happy! :D </a></span><br />I think I'm running out of wittiness.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.likefever.org/like-50199">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?</a></span><br />I just love this one. count the grammar mistakes and all-around failures.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.likefever.org/like-39465">Facebook needs a "fuck you" button</a></span><br />like you'd ever press it?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I want an honest relationship. No secrets. No lies. No cheating. :)</span><br />this must be for shane too<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.screamd.com/4/">Some days I really like you ♥ some days I wanna push you in front of a bus.</a></span><br />wait, wait, didn't I juuuust see this somewhere? oh right.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.ilikeitall.com/view/Likes/191633">"are you mad," "no," "ok ur deffinatly mad"</a></span><br />know who needs this one? ava.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.likefever.org/like-71925">Every women deserves a man who looks at her every day like it's the first time he saw her </a></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">every women</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://like.likewut.net/9403">if you like her, JUST TELL HER</a></span><br />shanetastic. mary, you are so passive-aggressive. wait, is everyone at this table a champion passive-aggressive insulter? well, shit, there's my problem!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://y.likey.co/35916/">Im a girl but I rather hang out with boys because it is less drama!!!! </a></span><br />is that why you're going to an all-girls school<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.likefever.org/like-19175">i saw you, i wanted you, i liked you, i got you, i have you, i love you.</a></span><br />stop kidding yourself, mary.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://likeloveshare.us/index.php?zetsuei=1280">i trusted you, my fault </a></span><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://like.halb2.de/en/448.html">Only for YOU, would I drop everything to answer a text.</a></span><br />say it with me everyone... shane<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.l.likepanel.com/out.php?id=1990">I'll marry you someday. I guarantee it :)</a></span><br />when I figure out who this is about.. oh right, I already know<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.facebook-like.me/index.php?id=91169">YES my status was about you, and YES you were ment 2 see it..</a></span><br />this would be great if she posted statuses beyond things like "Is watching the runaways!!!! :D"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I hate it when i wanna listen to music but i cant find a song to satisfy my need</span><br />that would be because you listen to lady gaga and not too much else<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://like.likewut.net/32955">press like....... if your bored right now :/</a></span><br />hey I have a song for this! <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwNlmZvYOoQ">NEW... TOWN!</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Wait..WHAT! you liked me? : Why didn't you tell me.. i liked you to!</span><br />jesus I'm getting tired of the shane ones<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">When I Miss you, I re-read our old conversations and smile. :')</span><br />the sad thing is she admits she does this. she has told us all that she does. drama is fun.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://likans.net/p.php?p=1405">sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter... </a></span><br />YOU'RE SIXTEEN YEARS OLD oh my GOD<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://like.likewut.net/5334">I helped you through the hardest times, and now i'm nothing to you?</a></span><br />I'm not even going to bother.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">l i k e t h i s i f y o u r s i n q l e . :)</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />"q'' is NOT the same thing as "g"</span><br /><br />are you effin' kidding me?Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294500804850121077.post-12236644007458208512010-08-23T00:20:00.007-04:002010-08-23T00:54:24.957-04:00it all seems so STUPID<span style="font-style:italic;">it makes me want to give up<br />but why should I give up when it all seems so stupid?</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br />anyway.<br /><br />ava has heard everything counts again. her new thoughts on it:<br /><br /><blockquote>i listened to depeche mode more<br />i actually like it better now<br />i was actually craving to listen to it more<br />it's like something you described it once<br />i didn't like it at first, but then i listened again and now i like it better</blockquote><br /><br />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 <span style="font-style:italic;">101</span> lots and lots of love.<br /><br />two more years. two more years. two. more. years.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">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!</span>Liszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17554871026918128799noreply@blogger.com0