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.
Showing posts with label storytime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storytime. Show all posts
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!
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.
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