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.
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23.8.10
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!
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.
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.
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.
17.7.10
I have survived
so last night was interesting. interesting by the way of "at 3 AM I fell asleep on a stuffed duck and then was awakened by shane at 8". all my predictions came true, though, except for the one about the fire.
my cat is sitting on my sketchbook [which is a graph notebook that I draw in...], so I'm doing this post without the aid of my notes from last night. [C can verify that there's a lot of shit in that notebook. more about it later.]
C's mother picked me up from the library, where I'd been working that morning, and we drove to ava's house. on the way we hit a gopher. it was a total failure on the gopher's part. we were the last people to get there because of traffic, so the festivities were already underway. and by "festivities" I mean "chopping up onions and melting cheese on them". now, I haven't seen anyone all summer. but they pretty much all look the same. ava just got her permit, mary is planning to near the end of july, and shane hasn't killed anyone on a rotary lately. accomplishment!
I called my mother right before we started watching the first harry potter movie [which was amazing to make fun of].
her: "who's there?"
me: "everyone except emma."
her: "oh, okay."
shane: "SHIT, GUYS, WE FORGOT EMMA."
well, that clears up a lot! thanks, everyone!
ava got into some kind of massive fight with her sister [they're pretty close, so her sister is like an extended member of the group]. after her sister left to go somewhere and she was unable to be distracted anymore, she literally refused to look at me. I'm sitting there thinking "what.the.fuck." oh, there was also this lovely exchange:
me: "well, I know C and I have interesting conversations at 1 in the morning."
ava: "oh yeah, you can't have interesting conversations with the rest of us at 1 in the morning."
oh god spare me.
at dinner, shane and ava had epic whispered conversations. it was not looking good, as I had reason to fear they were conspiring against me or something. after dinner, shane told me I was "pissing people off", and not to say anything "offensive". great? I decided to keep my mouth shut and just pull out my sketchbook again.
by now it was maybe 10 o'clock and shane decided to gather us all and announce that she is indeed not returning to the academy [that's a generic enough name] next year. she did, however, say that if they waive the 4-year theology requirement or have her do a year of sunday school or something, they'll let her back in senior year.
following this, up until 2 in the morning, we discussed how we all suck at maintaining Our Friendship. many good points were made. still, the blog will continue--this is going to be a commentary on how these dysfunctional people survive in school, and school does indeed create more drama... I don't know who will supply it with shane gone though. probably an emma/ava-clash-of-the-titans thing.
everyone save for C and me cried. nothing was on fire, but C did burn a stunning amount of waffles. three different types of drama were started [Ava Refuses To Look At L drama, OH MY GOD GUYS DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE drama, and Mary Is Still Not Over Shane Despite The Breakup Being A Year Ago drama]. our lives are a fucking soap opera. someone refused to speak [ava, though shane did pass out for reasons unknown while we were watching the first movie]. and I confused EVERYONE.
5 hours of sleep + 4 hours of bagging groceries = I am tired. goodfuckingnight.
my cat is sitting on my sketchbook [which is a graph notebook that I draw in...], so I'm doing this post without the aid of my notes from last night. [C can verify that there's a lot of shit in that notebook. more about it later.]
C's mother picked me up from the library, where I'd been working that morning, and we drove to ava's house. on the way we hit a gopher. it was a total failure on the gopher's part. we were the last people to get there because of traffic, so the festivities were already underway. and by "festivities" I mean "chopping up onions and melting cheese on them". now, I haven't seen anyone all summer. but they pretty much all look the same. ava just got her permit, mary is planning to near the end of july, and shane hasn't killed anyone on a rotary lately. accomplishment!
I called my mother right before we started watching the first harry potter movie [which was amazing to make fun of].
her: "who's there?"
me: "everyone except emma."
her: "oh, okay."
shane: "SHIT, GUYS, WE FORGOT EMMA."
well, that clears up a lot! thanks, everyone!
ava got into some kind of massive fight with her sister [they're pretty close, so her sister is like an extended member of the group]. after her sister left to go somewhere and she was unable to be distracted anymore, she literally refused to look at me. I'm sitting there thinking "what.the.fuck." oh, there was also this lovely exchange:
me: "well, I know C and I have interesting conversations at 1 in the morning."
ava: "oh yeah, you can't have interesting conversations with the rest of us at 1 in the morning."
oh god spare me.
at dinner, shane and ava had epic whispered conversations. it was not looking good, as I had reason to fear they were conspiring against me or something. after dinner, shane told me I was "pissing people off", and not to say anything "offensive". great? I decided to keep my mouth shut and just pull out my sketchbook again.
by now it was maybe 10 o'clock and shane decided to gather us all and announce that she is indeed not returning to the academy [that's a generic enough name] next year. she did, however, say that if they waive the 4-year theology requirement or have her do a year of sunday school or something, they'll let her back in senior year.
following this, up until 2 in the morning, we discussed how we all suck at maintaining Our Friendship. many good points were made. still, the blog will continue--this is going to be a commentary on how these dysfunctional people survive in school, and school does indeed create more drama... I don't know who will supply it with shane gone though. probably an emma/ava-clash-of-the-titans thing.
everyone save for C and me cried. nothing was on fire, but C did burn a stunning amount of waffles. three different types of drama were started [Ava Refuses To Look At L drama, OH MY GOD GUYS DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE drama, and Mary Is Still Not Over Shane Despite The Breakup Being A Year Ago drama]. our lives are a fucking soap opera. someone refused to speak [ava, though shane did pass out for reasons unknown while we were watching the first movie]. and I confused EVERYONE.
5 hours of sleep + 4 hours of bagging groceries = I am tired. goodfuckingnight.
15.7.10
it's a get-together! please let me survive.
the table called me yesterday. all of them. they're so fucking fond of 3-way calls. we had 5 people on the line, including me and C. [C hung up in the middle and they never noticed. this says EVERYTHING about them.] tomorrow we're all going to get together like good happy friends and have a nice harry potter themed sleepover.
that's what it looks like on paper.
by the end of the night I can guarantee at least 3 types of drama will be brought up, someone will refuse to speak [probably shane], something will be on fire [probably shane's ex-girlfriend's hair. it's happened before. for reasons no one but me could understand I'm calling her mary], and I will confuse someone [probably the host of the sleepover. long ago I decided I'd call her ava, so I am.].
hey, I just named the whole table! oh, I may as well throw in that there's also a freshman, who is of little importance right now, and two girls who left the school. but since they haven't come up... yeah. later. I'm still in contact with both of them, but most of the table isn't, from what I've heard.
jesus. yes, I agreed to it. and no, it will not go as planned. nothing ever does with these people. stunningly, they've left emma out. hmmmm. if she finds out about this more bitchface drama will go on. I like the sound of that, just so long as it isn't manifested in the sound of my phone ringing.
also, for the last 6 days I've been existing on a steady diet of ramones, dead kennedys, the cure, and depeche mode. add this to the upcoming harry potter fest and... oh god. I'm so screwed.
that's what it looks like on paper.
by the end of the night I can guarantee at least 3 types of drama will be brought up, someone will refuse to speak [probably shane], something will be on fire [probably shane's ex-girlfriend's hair. it's happened before. for reasons no one but me could understand I'm calling her mary], and I will confuse someone [probably the host of the sleepover. long ago I decided I'd call her ava, so I am.].
hey, I just named the whole table! oh, I may as well throw in that there's also a freshman, who is of little importance right now, and two girls who left the school. but since they haven't come up... yeah. later. I'm still in contact with both of them, but most of the table isn't, from what I've heard.
jesus. yes, I agreed to it. and no, it will not go as planned. nothing ever does with these people. stunningly, they've left emma out. hmmmm. if she finds out about this more bitchface drama will go on. I like the sound of that, just so long as it isn't manifested in the sound of my phone ringing.
also, for the last 6 days I've been existing on a steady diet of ramones, dead kennedys, the cure, and depeche mode. add this to the upcoming harry potter fest and... oh god. I'm so screwed.
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