I have returned from nanowrimo hell.
c and I are attempting to figure out just what the hell happened. today ava asked us what our shirt sizes were [awkward] and what color we liked more out of pink or blue [awkward]. if she is making us group shirts I am going to slit someone's throat.
over the month, ava stopped talking to c and me. it was GREAT. it was very nice, because we were actually free to talk about whatever we wanted and yeah. everyone else ignored us too. it was like sophomore year. I quite enjoyed the latter half of my sophomore year--no one except c talked to me. at all.
unfortunately a couple days ago shane called me so she could bitch about her problems. I just went "mmmhm" a lot and was basically on wikipedia the whole time.
I've been relegated to the role of tape machine.
I don't know if I ever posted about tape machining. it's another weird c&l-jargon term. we use it to mean, uh, when someone talks to you because they want to bitch and vent and expect you to say "that's not fair" and "that sucks" and "mmmhm".
well, it appears as though we're all growing farther apart. c surmises that by the beginning of next year ava will be pulling the suicidal card on us.
I may as well make this into a catchup of everyone, then. mary is all excited about things like ellen degeneres and world aids day, because that means gay!!!1!!1!11 lol!!1. and the last I heard emma is now going to Virtual High School. fabulous.
c wants me to add that last night ava pulled a massive derp. I have a long-standing history of writing rambly facebook notes. I decided to have a bit of fun and write out my middle school and high school years stylized like harry potter books. what I thought would concern everyone is that I got it out there that I was totally emotionally disturbed for a lot of freshman year and no one seemed to care. [I'm not getting all "OMG NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME GOING TO OFF MYSELF BRB", trust me.] does that concern ava at all? nope. she wants to know if I'm mad at her. OBVIOUSLY.
ego affronted
I think that'll be all. I need to go to bed.
edit:
oh god how could I forget. ava, c, and I all won nanowrimo. and ava did indeed turn it into a big derp about how she's better than everyone. she took an eight-day break smack in the middle... I can't even what is this
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2.12.10
6.10.10
OH GOD
is it wednesday already?! I swear to god I meant to post on sunday. junior year, you eat my free time [as does preparing for nanowrimo].
anyway, life seems to be going pretty well. at mass last friday, it rained like hell. turns out we actually had to walk across the street for mass, and not just up the stairs to our badly lit gym. that went all right[ish]. it would have gone perfectly except that the communion hymn was the prayer of st. francis set to music. and the poor middle school child they had chosen to sing it... really could not sing, to say the least. the only logical explanation that I can think of as to why they chose him was that he had some kind of terminal illness and it was his lifelong dream to sing the prayer of st. francis to a large group of jaded high school girls. even the teachers were trying not to laugh.
emma is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. shane, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.
mary is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, britney has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.
finally, everyone's favorite ava is on an every-other-day cycle of being mad at yours truly. and expecting me to know exactly why without her ever looking at me, much less talking. oh, and then she's always fine the next morning. I LOVE BITCHY DRAMAAAAAA.
psats are coming up! yaaaaay! the english department is all happy about this. the math department is doing nothing, as usual. "god love you on the math section," our lit teacher said today. it is quite true.
I quit my grocery store job. I have never been happier, not even when I went to see pearl jam. well, maybe pearl jam beats being free of drudgery. at least I have my library job.
today mrs. theology told us not to swear in the hallway or anyone who happened to be around her was getting a detention. somehow I think this was directed at me. and yet she still has no clue who I am.
we have another weird church service on friday. no idea what the hell their reasoning is this time. hopefully I can remember to update my sad lonely blog.
oooh, and speaking of my sad lonely blog--we had an assembly on how facebook is bad and cyberbullying is bad and myspace is bad and taking pictures of yourself is bad [child pronography, kids] and basically the internet is for shit! I love my school.
anyway, life seems to be going pretty well. at mass last friday, it rained like hell. turns out we actually had to walk across the street for mass, and not just up the stairs to our badly lit gym. that went all right[ish]. it would have gone perfectly except that the communion hymn was the prayer of st. francis set to music. and the poor middle school child they had chosen to sing it... really could not sing, to say the least. the only logical explanation that I can think of as to why they chose him was that he had some kind of terminal illness and it was his lifelong dream to sing the prayer of st. francis to a large group of jaded high school girls. even the teachers were trying not to laugh.
emma is sure as hell ahead on the Missing Days Of School counter. I haven't seen her face for at least a week now. shane, on the other hand, has come in every.. single.. day. and is loudly making her presence known.
mary is acting more rrpofy and windup-doll-y than usual. meanwhile, britney has given up on trying to ingratiate herself into the gay table. I knew it wouldn't last long.
finally, everyone's favorite ava is on an every-other-day cycle of being mad at yours truly. and expecting me to know exactly why without her ever looking at me, much less talking. oh, and then she's always fine the next morning. I LOVE BITCHY DRAMAAAAAA.
psats are coming up! yaaaaay! the english department is all happy about this. the math department is doing nothing, as usual. "god love you on the math section," our lit teacher said today. it is quite true.
I quit my grocery store job. I have never been happier, not even when I went to see pearl jam. well, maybe pearl jam beats being free of drudgery. at least I have my library job.
today mrs. theology told us not to swear in the hallway or anyone who happened to be around her was getting a detention. somehow I think this was directed at me. and yet she still has no clue who I am.
we have another weird church service on friday. no idea what the hell their reasoning is this time. hopefully I can remember to update my sad lonely blog.
oooh, and speaking of my sad lonely blog--we had an assembly on how facebook is bad and cyberbullying is bad and myspace is bad and taking pictures of yourself is bad [child pronography, kids] and basically the internet is for shit! I love my school.
21.9.10
my eyes hurt and I want them gouged out
our first newspaper meeting was today. ava is, at the same time pulling several doozies in how she is Needy and Emotional and WHAT THE FUCK EVER. and in theology we've started our Real Feminism Is Having Babies And Being Humble course. but I'm not posting about any of those today. sorry.
what I will say is this: c has about a billion magical mysterious health ailments. one of those happens to be Fall Allergies. somehow, she has passed a cold onto non-allergic me. I am wearing my academy sunglasses so the computer screen isn't too bright. [they are seriously sunglasses from the school store. they used to say the name on the side but now it's worn off. I like them because they can fit over my gigantic regular glasses comfortably.]
the short of it is I feel like crap and the cat puked on my bed today. and I just drank I think a bit too much nyquil and I'm probably legally intoxicated right now.
I will post about all kinds of fun shit when I'm not exhibiting the attributes of most of the seven dwarves. [sneezy! dopey! sleepy! the list goes on...] I promise. just let me sleep about ten hours tonight.
emma's absences equal shane's absences. 2-2. now to figure out which of them is more annoying in the more inopportune time slot.
what I will say is this: c has about a billion magical mysterious health ailments. one of those happens to be Fall Allergies. somehow, she has passed a cold onto non-allergic me. I am wearing my academy sunglasses so the computer screen isn't too bright. [they are seriously sunglasses from the school store. they used to say the name on the side but now it's worn off. I like them because they can fit over my gigantic regular glasses comfortably.]
the short of it is I feel like crap and the cat puked on my bed today. and I just drank I think a bit too much nyquil and I'm probably legally intoxicated right now.
I will post about all kinds of fun shit when I'm not exhibiting the attributes of most of the seven dwarves. [sneezy! dopey! sleepy! the list goes on...] I promise. just let me sleep about ten hours tonight.
emma's absences equal shane's absences. 2-2. now to figure out which of them is more annoying in the more inopportune time slot.
10.9.10
new, improved, and no longer defunct!
...the academy's horrendous grocery-store-sale-flyer-resembling school newspaper, that is. way back in may or so, c and I came up with a plan to restart it--we'd been on the staff in freshman year and then the whole thing fell apart. our faculty adviser [whom c tells me we should call ms. butler] approved highly, and so the plan was set into motion. fast forward to yesterday.
[note: this was during our half-hour break in between periods 3 and 5. it is not lunch. lunch is in between 6 and 7. it sounds like a scheduling derp but it's actually quite awesome.]
A Conversation Straight From The Gay Table
me: "sorry we're late..."
ava: "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?"
[she was really mad we missed being in the cafeteria for fourth period yesterday. ok, can I help it if I needed to "decorate" my locker and c takes approximately a year to pack up for any given class? but I promised ava that c and I would be in the caf. I kind of forgot we needed to talk to ms. butler. and yes, ava was literally yelling.]
c: "sorry, we had to go see ms. butler."
ava: "WHO'S MS. BUTLER?"
me: "exactly..."
[ms. butler doesn't actually teach anything. she sits in an office all day and does... something for the school. I don't know what.]
c: we're starting up the newspaper again.
ava: you guys have a newspaper? [slightly glares] what's it called, music weekly?
[OH PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE YOU ARE BACK]
we made an effort to explain that it was the school newspaper and would not involve any musical selections circa 1989 if we could help it. she brightened at this, then asked if she could help, "unless you guys DON'T WANT ME TO [/gloom]". this is where we made the mistake of being all "oh sure you can help!!"
she then promptly decided she was going to TAKE THE FUCK OVER.
ava: "can I write? well, I don't want to write. I want to write whatever I want and can I also read people's articles like to see if they flooow?"
c: "ava, that's what an editor does."
I would have let her have the editor position. I really would. except I have a clear, fulfillable ambition for what I want to do when I grow up, unlike the fucking gay table. I really, really want to be an editor. and I have a talent for it, I KNOW this. know what else this ties into? the academy's drama club. I know that sounds like a tangent, but bear with me here. I love working on stage crew. I have stage manager power, and I'm pretty damn good at not freaking out too much. ava has also been on stage crew at the academy. she's been specially trained to do the lighting, while I'm Official Stage Manager. guess what position she wants? stage manager. why? because I have it. now, can you imagine her as a stage manager? "GUYS LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN TO ME! [screaming] FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! OH MY GOD FUCK YOU ALL, YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, THIS IS TOO HARD! OH MY GOD, NO ONE HAS ANY RESPECT FOR ME, JEEEESUS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?"
now I'll draw it back to the point. I am the editor. she wants my position because she can't have it and she knows it. but hell if she doesn't try. from a note c wrote me in that same period:
if you want her to do anything just say you want to do it & she will.
I believe she would call this a "quirk". I also believe I would call it "obnoxious".
today was our club fair. in special school event terms it means the entire academy went to mass in our poorly-lit gym and then we all ate lunch on a grassy knoll [read: pavement, about ten square feet of dewy grass, and three picnic tables]. after that, it was time for a representative from each club to stand up and entice people to join by offering food. the newspaper will involve bribing people with food, but we didn't tell them that. also I think our announcement was a bit awkward [c, since you're the only one that reads this, I don't just mean your A/8 fuckup, I know I rambled too much and basically failed to express my point as desired], but, y'know, at least we taped up flyers.
the only thing is last night ava tried to micromanage the newspaper over facebook. oh christ. mind you, this was AFTER c and I spent two hours planning over the phone, and during that time we called her and offered her a position in advance. WHICH SHE DECLINED. and now she thinks she owns the paper. oh christ. spare me, will you? she gave both c and I the cold shoulder for most of the day, which failed to express anything.
except "christ, what an asshole".
[note: this was during our half-hour break in between periods 3 and 5. it is not lunch. lunch is in between 6 and 7. it sounds like a scheduling derp but it's actually quite awesome.]
A Conversation Straight From The Gay Table
me: "sorry we're late..."
ava: "WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?"
[she was really mad we missed being in the cafeteria for fourth period yesterday. ok, can I help it if I needed to "decorate" my locker and c takes approximately a year to pack up for any given class? but I promised ava that c and I would be in the caf. I kind of forgot we needed to talk to ms. butler. and yes, ava was literally yelling.]
c: "sorry, we had to go see ms. butler."
ava: "WHO'S MS. BUTLER?"
me: "exactly..."
[ms. butler doesn't actually teach anything. she sits in an office all day and does... something for the school. I don't know what.]
c: we're starting up the newspaper again.
ava: you guys have a newspaper? [slightly glares] what's it called, music weekly?
[OH PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE YOU ARE BACK]
we made an effort to explain that it was the school newspaper and would not involve any musical selections circa 1989 if we could help it. she brightened at this, then asked if she could help, "unless you guys DON'T WANT ME TO [/gloom]". this is where we made the mistake of being all "oh sure you can help!!"
she then promptly decided she was going to TAKE THE FUCK OVER.
ava: "can I write? well, I don't want to write. I want to write whatever I want and can I also read people's articles like to see if they flooow?"
c: "ava, that's what an editor does."
I would have let her have the editor position. I really would. except I have a clear, fulfillable ambition for what I want to do when I grow up, unlike the fucking gay table. I really, really want to be an editor. and I have a talent for it, I KNOW this. know what else this ties into? the academy's drama club. I know that sounds like a tangent, but bear with me here. I love working on stage crew. I have stage manager power, and I'm pretty damn good at not freaking out too much. ava has also been on stage crew at the academy. she's been specially trained to do the lighting, while I'm Official Stage Manager. guess what position she wants? stage manager. why? because I have it. now, can you imagine her as a stage manager? "GUYS LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN TO ME! [screaming] FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! OH MY GOD FUCK YOU ALL, YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, THIS IS TOO HARD! OH MY GOD, NO ONE HAS ANY RESPECT FOR ME, JEEEESUS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?"
now I'll draw it back to the point. I am the editor. she wants my position because she can't have it and she knows it. but hell if she doesn't try. from a note c wrote me in that same period:
if you want her to do anything just say you want to do it & she will.
I believe she would call this a "quirk". I also believe I would call it "obnoxious".
today was our club fair. in special school event terms it means the entire academy went to mass in our poorly-lit gym and then we all ate lunch on a grassy knoll [read: pavement, about ten square feet of dewy grass, and three picnic tables]. after that, it was time for a representative from each club to stand up and entice people to join by offering food. the newspaper will involve bribing people with food, but we didn't tell them that. also I think our announcement was a bit awkward [c, since you're the only one that reads this, I don't just mean your A/8 fuckup, I know I rambled too much and basically failed to express my point as desired], but, y'know, at least we taped up flyers.
the only thing is last night ava tried to micromanage the newspaper over facebook. oh christ. mind you, this was AFTER c and I spent two hours planning over the phone, and during that time we called her and offered her a position in advance. WHICH SHE DECLINED. and now she thinks she owns the paper. oh christ. spare me, will you? she gave both c and I the cold shoulder for most of the day, which failed to express anything.
except "christ, what an asshole".
5.9.10
if it wasn't for your misfortune I'd be a heavenly person today
school starts on wednesday. I still have to read the jungle and write a "personal review" on it. I'm skimming it, I already know it sucks and I hate meat. oh well!
I've been discussing various matters with ava on facebook. she seems to have resolved her grudge against me by now [or at least she claims she has]. apparently Someone Did Something, and neither c nor I can figure out what the hell spawned this, but here. excerpts. and commentary.
ava: do you remember that tearful sleepover we had at my house? it's just... im afraid that it didn't do anything
sweet jesus, I'm thinking. what brought this on? and do we really need reminding?
I went to c and appropriately expressed my concerns that I didn't know what the fuck was going on.
c (10:12:25 PM): you don't have to tell her this, but you realize she probably could have learned a few things from that too
c (10:12:31 PM): like to not do what she's doing right now?
right c, right! didn't we actually tell her back then that WHAT SHE'S DOING IS BAD AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED?
and yet it continued.
ava: yeah but we aren't having the eventful five-way phone convos we used to have
me: every one of those from this summer has been because [shane] was planning something
ava: or the laughs that broke out with each other, or the obvious love between everybody at the table
sweet christ, I think I might be an evil person for wanting to shoot myself through this. I asked her about this "obvious love" and she elaborated nicely.
ava: was there love there? or was that the high school social bug that stung us all
me: uh... what? what are you even talking about, I don't get it. are you asdking about freshman year or sophoomore year?
ava: freshmen, the first three months were amazing
OH MY GOD, I thought here. SHE'S REPEATING EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID AT THE SLEEPOVER.
me: well, in freshman year we didn't even really know each other that well... not at the beginnign at least
ava: now we do and we all secretly hate each other
well fucking played.
the conversation then took a non sequitur path and we discussed why I so despise the rrpof, and then she did another non sequitur and said that c was awesome. then she came out with this gem:
ava: but im also worried about [mary]
me: [mary] is scarily obesssed wth [shane], yes. that is cause for alarm.
ava: she's in love with her, there's a difference
OH MY GOD, SHE'S SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. PLEASE CUT THIS CRAP.
the crap was eventually cut and the conversation turned to why ava wishes I was her closest friend. aw. in trying to do so she backhandedly insulted me. it was great. it eventually escalated into "I CAN'T MOVE ON!!!" in those exact words. I am so thrilled. she told c that she was "working it out, epic chick flick moment", but nothing was really happening over on my end. then ava and I made a Pact.
ava: i will try to be less angry and talk to you more
ava: but you have to stop blocking me out and know that i am here for you
ava: yes i know you are working on it
me: okay. thank you. that will work.
ava: but that is my demands, do you have any demands?
I thought about this and told her nicely to stop jumping someone else's train, namely mine. that segued into "but I really do like depeche mode, I find myself CRAVING it!" after that I gave up, which she took as a sign it was okay to send me more jesus metal shit.
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C (10:59:38 PM): oh god. I will grant you that the people are... interesting, to use an [ava] phrase, but please don't start the "I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE" crap
L (11:00:23 PM): hahaha. trust me I won't. I do love [the academy]. it's the Interesting People that make me not want, that is all.
C (11:00:55 PM): hah. it is ok.
L (11:01:02 PM): which is why the blog is good, I guess. just so long as no one finds it
C (11:01:09 PM): yes. it is good.
L (11:01:38 PM): "heheheeeey, today my friends sucked. also now my blog can give you a seizure if you move your mouse too fast! I love life."
I've been discussing various matters with ava on facebook. she seems to have resolved her grudge against me by now [or at least she claims she has]. apparently Someone Did Something, and neither c nor I can figure out what the hell spawned this, but here. excerpts. and commentary.
ava: do you remember that tearful sleepover we had at my house? it's just... im afraid that it didn't do anything
sweet jesus, I'm thinking. what brought this on? and do we really need reminding?
I went to c and appropriately expressed my concerns that I didn't know what the fuck was going on.
c (10:12:25 PM): you don't have to tell her this, but you realize she probably could have learned a few things from that too
c (10:12:31 PM): like to not do what she's doing right now?
right c, right! didn't we actually tell her back then that WHAT SHE'S DOING IS BAD AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED?
and yet it continued.
ava: yeah but we aren't having the eventful five-way phone convos we used to have
me: every one of those from this summer has been because [shane] was planning something
ava: or the laughs that broke out with each other, or the obvious love between everybody at the table
sweet christ, I think I might be an evil person for wanting to shoot myself through this. I asked her about this "obvious love" and she elaborated nicely.
ava: was there love there? or was that the high school social bug that stung us all
me: uh... what? what are you even talking about, I don't get it. are you asdking about freshman year or sophoomore year?
ava: freshmen, the first three months were amazing
OH MY GOD, I thought here. SHE'S REPEATING EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID AT THE SLEEPOVER.
me: well, in freshman year we didn't even really know each other that well... not at the beginnign at least
ava: now we do and we all secretly hate each other
well fucking played.
the conversation then took a non sequitur path and we discussed why I so despise the rrpof, and then she did another non sequitur and said that c was awesome. then she came out with this gem:
ava: but im also worried about [mary]
me: [mary] is scarily obesssed wth [shane], yes. that is cause for alarm.
ava: she's in love with her, there's a difference
OH MY GOD, SHE'S SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. PLEASE CUT THIS CRAP.
the crap was eventually cut and the conversation turned to why ava wishes I was her closest friend. aw. in trying to do so she backhandedly insulted me. it was great. it eventually escalated into "I CAN'T MOVE ON!!!" in those exact words. I am so thrilled. she told c that she was "working it out, epic chick flick moment", but nothing was really happening over on my end. then ava and I made a Pact.
ava: i will try to be less angry and talk to you more
ava: but you have to stop blocking me out and know that i am here for you
ava: yes i know you are working on it
me: okay. thank you. that will work.
ava: but that is my demands, do you have any demands?
I thought about this and told her nicely to stop jumping someone else's train, namely mine. that segued into "but I really do like depeche mode, I find myself CRAVING it!" after that I gave up, which she took as a sign it was okay to send me more jesus metal shit.
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C (10:59:38 PM): oh god. I will grant you that the people are... interesting, to use an [ava] phrase, but please don't start the "I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE" crap
L (11:00:23 PM): hahaha. trust me I won't. I do love [the academy]. it's the Interesting People that make me not want, that is all.
C (11:00:55 PM): hah. it is ok.
L (11:01:02 PM): which is why the blog is good, I guess. just so long as no one finds it
C (11:01:09 PM): yes. it is good.
L (11:01:38 PM): "heheheeeey, today my friends sucked. also now my blog can give you a seizure if you move your mouse too fast! I love life."
11.8.10
margarita mix, the game of life, dinosaur jr, and no sleep ['til brooklyn]
the drinky-drinky party is over. we have all survived, as expected. also as expected I feel like utter and complete shit, but we'll get to that. oh, and this post will be really long because I didn't sleep and a lot of shit went on.
I brought c to shane's house. the "party" was well underway. and by "well underway", this time I mean "watching forrest gump". and then when forrest gump was over, watching I am sam. ava and her sister arrived 3/4 of the way through forrest gump and were all like "HAS JENNY DIED YET?" they both really hate jenny, apparently.
drinks were made! we were all given a plastic martini glass. I'll take a picture of mine later. [oh, procrastination. so good at this.] we had a good time washing them out every time we wanted a new drink. we went through pitchers of sangria, margaritas, mojitos, strawberry daiquiris [which ava was REALLY enthusiastic about], and pina coladas. c and shane and I ended up playing life at 1 am, and that was when they fed us the mojitos, which was not the greatest decision ever, but we'll get to that.
after I am sam was over, someone brought out guitar hero! oh man. shane regaled us with the tale of how she ended up with two guitars and a microphone and drums, so... long story short, we played a few rounds of guitar hero. we suuuucked. I mostly played bass [since I want to in real life]. I think everyone got to sing a song of their choosing except c, who really wanted dinosaur jr, but no one would put up with the trippy speedups. we were left alone because we were determined to play it. this was a weird situation, seeing as 99% of the time it's like "oh my god, guys, STOP BEING ANTISOCIAL, GET OVER HERE AND TALK TO US ABOUT GLEE!"
then it was 1 am and somehow we were playing the game of life. we being me, shane, and c. everyone else was playing world of warcraft [no, I don't understand either]. oh, that was fun. I won because I cheated. they gave me a mojito, which was apparently really funny to watch.
me: "this isn't another fucking girly drink, is it?"
mary: "no, it's a mojito!"
me: "girly." -takes a sip- "NOT... GIRLY..."
mary: -laughs at my misfortune-
man I don't even know if that minty shit was necessary. at least not at 1 in the morning when I had just won life by selling off my children to shane but collecting the retirement bonuses anyway.
everyone was sent down to shane's room, and everyone except c, mary, and me went into a different room to "contact" things with the ever-present group ouija board. that thing needs to die already. the group I was in instead watched the paid programming channels. infomercials at 2 am are VERY, VERY FUNNY. c kept scrolling through the channels until we found the telenova one!
spanish soap opera + 2 am + us = ???
it featured lots of crying people and an overenthusiastic man. oh dear lord I don't remember much of it but I know it was great. eventually we were told to stfu and everyone migrated back into shane's room. we talked a lot! we vowed to stay up as late as possible [bad idea]. I ventured upstairs several times, because apparently I was the only one not freaked out by the prospect of going up to a very obviously empty [and creepy-looking] kitchen late at night. so I ended up bringing many things downstairs, including but not limited to: 2 bottles of soda, 6 martini glasses, 1 bag of chips, 1 tin of dip, and 1 cat.
that is why I feel like shit. I drank the entire bottle of ginger ale. everyone else had some kind of fruit punch thing, and no one wanted the ginger ale. at 2 am it seemed like a good decision... I mean, I love ginger ale and no one else wanted it. by 7 I was like "uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh". yeah, not pleasant.
ava had the fantastic idea that we should all sing songs that were on our ipods! I came up with this. when the whole thing dissipated into a cacophony of six people all singing different songs at once I thought to myself, "depeche mode would be great now." this song is insane at 3 or 4 am or whatever it was. I had c listen to my favorite mode song, and she practically had a seizure over how amazing it was. we were all really, really tired. then ava said, "guys, I have an idea. I'm gonna get my musical education just by listening to you two talking."
shhhhiiiiiiitttttt.
ava is notoriously famous for hating EVERYTHING that isn't ass-rock [c asked me to define ass-rock. here you go: ASSFUCKINGROCK] or jesus-rock or people with "perfect" voices or the latest muse cd [because they were in twilight, see? everything before twilight sucks though!]. it being somewhere between 4:30 and 6 am now, my protecting-my-favorite-songs-from-abuse senses kicked into hyperdrive. she asked what we had been listening to and I reluctantly told her. c explained that it was all synths, and ava asked, "so it's like owl city then?" yeah, that about did it. I was PISSED then. REALLY PISSED. and really tired.
at 6:30, c, ava, and I got up and went outside. the sun had risen and the clouds were all pretty. it was really nice. shortly thereafter I began feeling like shit and curled up into a little ball on the floor and slept for half an hour.
good party. relatively drama-free. hopefully ava can't figure out how to spell depeche.
edit:
also, because shane and mary have short attention spans, they drifted off while ava was talking sometime last night. ava was infuriated by this and began to spout complete nonsense ending in "I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS BECAUSE NO ONE'S LISTENING TO ME."
jesus, some people can't handle the pressure.
I brought c to shane's house. the "party" was well underway. and by "well underway", this time I mean "watching forrest gump". and then when forrest gump was over, watching I am sam. ava and her sister arrived 3/4 of the way through forrest gump and were all like "HAS JENNY DIED YET?" they both really hate jenny, apparently.
drinks were made! we were all given a plastic martini glass. I'll take a picture of mine later. [oh, procrastination. so good at this.] we had a good time washing them out every time we wanted a new drink. we went through pitchers of sangria, margaritas, mojitos, strawberry daiquiris [which ava was REALLY enthusiastic about], and pina coladas. c and shane and I ended up playing life at 1 am, and that was when they fed us the mojitos, which was not the greatest decision ever, but we'll get to that.
after I am sam was over, someone brought out guitar hero! oh man. shane regaled us with the tale of how she ended up with two guitars and a microphone and drums, so... long story short, we played a few rounds of guitar hero. we suuuucked. I mostly played bass [since I want to in real life]. I think everyone got to sing a song of their choosing except c, who really wanted dinosaur jr, but no one would put up with the trippy speedups. we were left alone because we were determined to play it. this was a weird situation, seeing as 99% of the time it's like "oh my god, guys, STOP BEING ANTISOCIAL, GET OVER HERE AND TALK TO US ABOUT GLEE!"
then it was 1 am and somehow we were playing the game of life. we being me, shane, and c. everyone else was playing world of warcraft [no, I don't understand either]. oh, that was fun. I won because I cheated. they gave me a mojito, which was apparently really funny to watch.
me: "this isn't another fucking girly drink, is it?"
mary: "no, it's a mojito!"
me: "girly." -takes a sip- "NOT... GIRLY..."
mary: -laughs at my misfortune-
man I don't even know if that minty shit was necessary. at least not at 1 in the morning when I had just won life by selling off my children to shane but collecting the retirement bonuses anyway.
everyone was sent down to shane's room, and everyone except c, mary, and me went into a different room to "contact" things with the ever-present group ouija board. that thing needs to die already. the group I was in instead watched the paid programming channels. infomercials at 2 am are VERY, VERY FUNNY. c kept scrolling through the channels until we found the telenova one!
spanish soap opera + 2 am + us = ???
it featured lots of crying people and an overenthusiastic man. oh dear lord I don't remember much of it but I know it was great. eventually we were told to stfu and everyone migrated back into shane's room. we talked a lot! we vowed to stay up as late as possible [bad idea]. I ventured upstairs several times, because apparently I was the only one not freaked out by the prospect of going up to a very obviously empty [and creepy-looking] kitchen late at night. so I ended up bringing many things downstairs, including but not limited to: 2 bottles of soda, 6 martini glasses, 1 bag of chips, 1 tin of dip, and 1 cat.
that is why I feel like shit. I drank the entire bottle of ginger ale. everyone else had some kind of fruit punch thing, and no one wanted the ginger ale. at 2 am it seemed like a good decision... I mean, I love ginger ale and no one else wanted it. by 7 I was like "uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh". yeah, not pleasant.
ava had the fantastic idea that we should all sing songs that were on our ipods! I came up with this. when the whole thing dissipated into a cacophony of six people all singing different songs at once I thought to myself, "depeche mode would be great now." this song is insane at 3 or 4 am or whatever it was. I had c listen to my favorite mode song, and she practically had a seizure over how amazing it was. we were all really, really tired. then ava said, "guys, I have an idea. I'm gonna get my musical education just by listening to you two talking."
shhhhiiiiiiitttttt.
ava is notoriously famous for hating EVERYTHING that isn't ass-rock [c asked me to define ass-rock. here you go: ASSFUCKINGROCK] or jesus-rock or people with "perfect" voices or the latest muse cd [because they were in twilight, see? everything before twilight sucks though!]. it being somewhere between 4:30 and 6 am now, my protecting-my-favorite-songs-from-abuse senses kicked into hyperdrive. she asked what we had been listening to and I reluctantly told her. c explained that it was all synths, and ava asked, "so it's like owl city then?" yeah, that about did it. I was PISSED then. REALLY PISSED. and really tired.
at 6:30, c, ava, and I got up and went outside. the sun had risen and the clouds were all pretty. it was really nice. shortly thereafter I began feeling like shit and curled up into a little ball on the floor and slept for half an hour.
good party. relatively drama-free. hopefully ava can't figure out how to spell depeche.
edit:
also, because shane and mary have short attention spans, they drifted off while ava was talking sometime last night. ava was infuriated by this and began to spout complete nonsense ending in "I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS BECAUSE NO ONE'S LISTENING TO ME."
jesus, some people can't handle the pressure.
10.8.10
we're the stooges, our typical song has 11 words, and after an hour and a quarter you want us to leave
"I wanna be your dog" has exactly 23 words in it that are not prepositions or repetitions. oh, iggy. creativity win.
also, the drinky-drinky party is tonight. shane called me at ten o'clock or so and woke me up [I stayed up until 3 in the morning listening to the clash. as I recall I drew a picture to illustrate the smiths' "cemetry gates" too]. I did not answer. I will call her back and we'll see how that goes.
I should probably link to those songs, but I have the radio on right now. I'm not turning it off. I'll edit them in later.
edit:
when I called her she told me to bring a bag of ice and club soda. what...
a dreaded sunny day, so I'll meet you at the cemetry gates
iggy pop is feeling particularly intelligent today
I love that whole first clash album but this song is especially awesome to me at 2 am. have I mentioned I hate my job?
this cemetery needs more trees... well, I was tired.
also, the drinky-drinky party is tonight. shane called me at ten o'clock or so and woke me up [I stayed up until 3 in the morning listening to the clash. as I recall I drew a picture to illustrate the smiths' "cemetry gates" too]. I did not answer. I will call her back and we'll see how that goes.
I should probably link to those songs, but I have the radio on right now. I'm not turning it off. I'll edit them in later.
edit:
when I called her she told me to bring a bag of ice and club soda. what...
a dreaded sunny day, so I'll meet you at the cemetry gates
iggy pop is feeling particularly intelligent today
I love that whole first clash album but this song is especially awesome to me at 2 am. have I mentioned I hate my job?
this cemetery needs more trees... well, I was tired.
30.7.10
robert smith, like excel, is also my friend
I have to go to bed early tonight, as per order of My Mother. this is because of my real job, which would be bagging people's groceries. I know it has nothing to do with the subject of this blog but this is MY blog.
so I would just like to say that hyperactive me is used to going to bed at 1 AM! and since my mother has been trying to cut that down to 10 pm the past few days with no in-between, terrible shit is happening! I already explained to c what happened last night. I will post that full story, with pictures from my piece-o-fuck camera, tomorrow.
basically what happens is I say "fuck you" to everything around me and listen to the cure. then it's 11:30, and I'm screwed. 11:30 for me is a magical threshold. my brain just goes into reverse at 11:30. but... tomorrow.
so I would just like to say that hyperactive me is used to going to bed at 1 AM! and since my mother has been trying to cut that down to 10 pm the past few days with no in-between, terrible shit is happening! I already explained to c what happened last night. I will post that full story, with pictures from my piece-o-fuck camera, tomorrow.
basically what happens is I say "fuck you" to everything around me and listen to the cure. then it's 11:30, and I'm screwed. 11:30 for me is a magical threshold. my brain just goes into reverse at 11:30. but... tomorrow.
28.7.10
hey mtv, I'm a vapid bitch who isn't pregnant! can I still have a show?
this post is probably going to be a hefty little fucker.
last year, c and I had two different theology teachers. in the event one of them returns to torment us again, the one I had is Mrs. Babiez after her love for babies and hatred for everything that is not babies, and the one C had is the overlord of the cohh. I think she deserves the title Mrs. Theology.
Mrs. Theology has a nasty habit of telling people about her sex life and how jesus approves of this and that the church WANTS you to have sex. but she does it in a terrible way, really. she's like the stereotype of antifeminist.
Mrs. Theology also told them about how she loved the horror show that is mtv's 16 and pregnant. any sane person can see that this show is made of crap, but we are not talking about sane people here. I think she was trying to subtly hint to the cohh that, once again, their purpose in life is BABIES AND MORE BABIES, while still trying to appeal to the pvg market in that class.
so shortly before midnight last night I decided I was going to go see the facebook page for this fucker. at first all I noticed was that the whole affair reminded me of the pregnant-teenager-PSA from jhonen vasquez's JTHM, because my mind is fucked up and it was late.
edit: I will describe said PSA. it's a short comic strip about a girl named sarah who drops out of high school to raise a baby and ends up eating the baby because she has no money for food. this should clear things up, and steer weak people away from jhonen...
then I sent it to c. and we started reading the posts. what sick fun. especially considering how late it was. from aim:
L (12:17:57 AM): bonus points for the words "lingering pain"
C (12:18:04 AM): oh god
L (12:18:06 AM): I sadistically loled at your lingering pain.
C (12:19:01 AM): this makes me want to puke
L (12:19:09 AM): it should.
c points out what's wrong with this picture:
C (12:19:57 AM): but yeah. it's... seriously the whole page is about teenagers. having babies.
C (12:20:15 AM): and how amazing that is to watch.
L (12:20:17 AM): the best part of that is it's over multiple seasons! HOW THE HELL DO YOU ATTAIN MULTIPLE SEASONS OF THIS SHIT
C (12:20:19 AM): and their boyfriends.
L (12:20:28 AM): yes.
L (12:20:32 AM): and it suuuuuuuuuuucks.
C (12:20:36 AM): because having a baby totally does not hamper their love lives. you can still have multiple boyfriends a year with a baby, girlies!
then we picked some nice quotes from the statuses and answered their stupid rhetorical questions and comments.
HAHA WHAT. that's terrible. it's like they prepare themselves for this shit
stupid name, stupid question, and YES, YOU DID, NOW THE FUCKER WILL GET EPILEPSY AND DIE
I PREDICT THERE WILL BE BABIES
WHAT IN THE HELL
uhhhh
these morals are so questionable
NO. SHE CAN FORGIVE NOTHING AND SOON THERE WILL BE ANTHRAX ON HIS PILLOW
I get kind of violent at 1 in the morning
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
this being C's contribution
they also do this rhetorical stupid-ass question after every episode:
IT SUCKED
both of us were stunned at this one. finally C produced a response which I still find funny.
C (12:43:34 AM): oh no! drama! baby will make it better lol derp
C (12:43:43 AM): and guess what? baby does make it better! yaaaaaaaay
OH NO AN EPIDEMIC IS GOING AROUND
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
C (12:44:59 AM): back.. labor?
L (12:45:01 AM): CONGRATUALTIONS SAMANTHA YOU DESERVE A PRIZE
C (12:45:03 AM): uh... anatomy fail
NO, IT DOESN'T EXIST. I DO BELIEVE IN JESUS. I DO! I DO!
............................................what
C (12:51:55 AM): because coexisting is impossible.
C (12:51:57 AM): baby makes you good.
this is the first time they EVER acknowledge that babies are a fucking lot of work. the rest is seriously about their fucking boyfriends and their awesome lives as lolderp teenagers with babiez.
L (12:55:04 AM): NO WAIT WAIT I NEED MY SUNGLASSES FOR THIS
C (12:55:06 AM): no. I will never be ready
after that it kind of degenerated into "go die" as a response to everything. but yeah, so... hypothesis: this show is stupid. conclusion: this show sucks and I hope to see it face down in a quagmire...
last year, c and I had two different theology teachers. in the event one of them returns to torment us again, the one I had is Mrs. Babiez after her love for babies and hatred for everything that is not babies, and the one C had is the overlord of the cohh. I think she deserves the title Mrs. Theology.
Mrs. Theology has a nasty habit of telling people about her sex life and how jesus approves of this and that the church WANTS you to have sex. but she does it in a terrible way, really. she's like the stereotype of antifeminist.
Mrs. Theology also told them about how she loved the horror show that is mtv's 16 and pregnant. any sane person can see that this show is made of crap, but we are not talking about sane people here. I think she was trying to subtly hint to the cohh that, once again, their purpose in life is BABIES AND MORE BABIES, while still trying to appeal to the pvg market in that class.
so shortly before midnight last night I decided I was going to go see the facebook page for this fucker. at first all I noticed was that the whole affair reminded me of the pregnant-teenager-PSA from jhonen vasquez's JTHM, because my mind is fucked up and it was late.
edit: I will describe said PSA. it's a short comic strip about a girl named sarah who drops out of high school to raise a baby and ends up eating the baby because she has no money for food. this should clear things up, and steer weak people away from jhonen...
then I sent it to c. and we started reading the posts. what sick fun. especially considering how late it was. from aim:
L (12:17:57 AM): bonus points for the words "lingering pain"
C (12:18:04 AM): oh god
L (12:18:06 AM): I sadistically loled at your lingering pain.
C (12:19:01 AM): this makes me want to puke
L (12:19:09 AM): it should.
c points out what's wrong with this picture:
C (12:19:57 AM): but yeah. it's... seriously the whole page is about teenagers. having babies.
C (12:20:15 AM): and how amazing that is to watch.
L (12:20:17 AM): the best part of that is it's over multiple seasons! HOW THE HELL DO YOU ATTAIN MULTIPLE SEASONS OF THIS SHIT
C (12:20:19 AM): and their boyfriends.
L (12:20:28 AM): yes.
L (12:20:32 AM): and it suuuuuuuuuuucks.
C (12:20:36 AM): because having a baby totally does not hamper their love lives. you can still have multiple boyfriends a year with a baby, girlies!
then we picked some nice quotes from the statuses and answered their stupid rhetorical questions and comments.
See which 16 & Pregnant mom already had their baby's names picked out!
HAHA WHAT. that's terrible. it's like they prepare themselves for this shit
Did Nicole and Tyler move Brooklyn around too much?
stupid name, stupid question, and YES, YOU DID, NOW THE FUCKER WILL GET EPILEPSY AND DIE
The Season 2 Finale & Reunion show are tonight!?! Any predictions?
I PREDICT THERE WILL BE BABIES
Nicole's slumber party is unexpectedly cut short when labor pains strike.
WHAT IN THE HELL
Do you understand Cory's reluctance to visit Aiden? Or do you think he's wasting valuable time watching his son grow up?
uhhhh
these morals are so questionable
She's 16, pregnant & heartbroken. Can Lizzie forgive her baby's father for cheating?
NO. SHE CAN FORGIVE NOTHING AND SOON THERE WILL BE ANTHRAX ON HIS PILLOW
I get kind of violent at 1 in the morning
Is it really that hard to walk away from a toxic relationship? What would you do if you were in Chelsea's shoes?
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
this being C's contribution
they also do this rhetorical stupid-ass question after every episode:
What did you think of Nicole's story?
IT SUCKED
Chelsea's caught up with her social life and fighting with boyfriend, Adam. She thinks things will get better after giving birth, but instead learns she can choose her daughter above everything.
both of us were stunned at this one. finally C produced a response which I still find funny.
C (12:43:34 AM): oh no! drama! baby will make it better lol derp
C (12:43:43 AM): and guess what? baby does make it better! yaaaaaaaay
Samantha's good girl image fades when she discovers she's pregnant-- and so is her mother.
OH NO AN EPIDEMIC IS GOING AROUND
Chelsea's boyfriend Adam barely helps with their newborn baby.
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
Samantha endures painful back labor in tonight's '16 & Pregnant'.
C (12:44:59 AM): back.. labor?
L (12:45:01 AM): CONGRATUALTIONS SAMANTHA YOU DESERVE A PRIZE
C (12:45:03 AM): uh... anatomy fail
Do you believe in abortion?
NO, IT DOESN'T EXIST. I DO BELIEVE IN JESUS. I DO! I DO!
Did Farrah let her mother down by becoming a G.I.L.F?
............................................what
Didn't Get A Chance To Witness Amber's Transformation From a Rebel to a Mother?
C (12:51:55 AM): because coexisting is impossible.
C (12:51:57 AM): baby makes you good.
OMG!! The Baby Won't Let Her Sleep!!...
this is the first time they EVER acknowledge that babies are a fucking lot of work. the rest is seriously about their fucking boyfriends and their awesome lives as lolderp teenagers with babiez.
ARE YOU READY FOR THE SEASON 2 PREMIERE ON FEB 16th?!?
L (12:55:04 AM): NO WAIT WAIT I NEED MY SUNGLASSES FOR THIS
C (12:55:06 AM): no. I will never be ready
after that it kind of degenerated into "go die" as a response to everything. but yeah, so... hypothesis: this show is stupid. conclusion: this show sucks and I hope to see it face down in a quagmire...
23.7.10
the international c hunt, part 2
from the wonders of AIM
L (9:38:07 PM): oh I talked to annie again
C (9:39:00 PM): who is annie...
L (9:39:05 PM): from yr forum.
C (9:39:09 PM): wtf
C (9:39:10 PM): where
L (9:39:13 PM): YOUR BLOG
C (9:39:18 PM): let me look.
L (9:39:24 PM): hah. it
L (9:39:29 PM): 's on the graffiti post
C (9:39:56 PM): oooh
C (9:39:57 PM): haha. wow.
L (9:40:01 PM): yep.
C (9:40:11 PM): I am utterly astounded at how badly the forum fails at finding things
C (9:40:15 PM): I have given SO MANY HINTS.
L (9:40:28 PM): oh my god.
C (9:40:34 PM): the last one I gave was that the comments will show you the way. thinking that ok, eventually someone will click on your profile.
C (9:40:53 PM): I haven't checked yet today, but that was a little while ago and no one has! (heehee. no one has.)
L (9:40:54 PM): yeah, I noticed that my profile views kinda skyfuckingrocketed
C (9:41:05 PM): they did?
L (9:41:07 PM): yep
C (9:41:09 PM): that is especially bad
L (9:41:17 PM): AND YET THE BLOG IS UNTOUCHED!!!
C (9:41:21 PM): that means people have been in your fucking profile and not seen the blog.
C (9:41:30 PM): I am astounded. they fail so hard at this.
L (9:41:31 PM): that's terrible. hahahahaa
that's right, you all fail
we mean it in a loving way though
L (9:38:07 PM): oh I talked to annie again
C (9:39:00 PM): who is annie...
L (9:39:05 PM): from yr forum.
C (9:39:09 PM): wtf
C (9:39:10 PM): where
L (9:39:13 PM): YOUR BLOG
C (9:39:18 PM): let me look.
L (9:39:24 PM): hah. it
L (9:39:29 PM): 's on the graffiti post
C (9:39:56 PM): oooh
C (9:39:57 PM): haha. wow.
L (9:40:01 PM): yep.
C (9:40:11 PM): I am utterly astounded at how badly the forum fails at finding things
C (9:40:15 PM): I have given SO MANY HINTS.
L (9:40:28 PM): oh my god.
C (9:40:34 PM): the last one I gave was that the comments will show you the way. thinking that ok, eventually someone will click on your profile.
C (9:40:53 PM): I haven't checked yet today, but that was a little while ago and no one has! (heehee. no one has.)
L (9:40:54 PM): yeah, I noticed that my profile views kinda skyfuckingrocketed
C (9:41:05 PM): they did?
L (9:41:07 PM): yep
C (9:41:09 PM): that is especially bad
L (9:41:17 PM): AND YET THE BLOG IS UNTOUCHED!!!
C (9:41:21 PM): that means people have been in your fucking profile and not seen the blog.
C (9:41:30 PM): I am astounded. they fail so hard at this.
L (9:41:31 PM): that's terrible. hahahahaa
that's right, you all fail
we mean it in a loving way though
20.7.10
we don't need you anymore!
just a warning: the title of this post has NOTHING to do with the contents.
C and I have been discussing the sleepover and the big sharefest that went on. she apparently noticed some things that I didn't. so here they are.
1) WTF Relationships
why exactly did the defunct relationship of shane & mary need to be brought up? I might as well summarize its shittiness... but yeah, it was unnecessary for it to be brought up, because now mary is once again mad. and she does not get outwardly mad easily.
the abridged tale of their relationship: for all of freshman year shane was fixated on mary. mary had a [I really want to say little lamb] boyfriend. by the time mary dumped said boyfriend, shane was already getting over her [so she says]. they went out for 3 months and mary became a creepy rrpof windup doll. shane ditched mary in favor of other pursuits [like jennifer aniston], making mary very depressed. a fucking year goes by, which is where we are NOW, and she's still depressed. fuckshitdamn. this all makes ava very angry. "YOU WERE LEADING MARY ON!!" she says.
2) She's Not A Flower
she's not a flower is a great MTX song about the terrible cliches in love songs. C has sort of adopted the phrase to explain how it is that people continually don't understand that she's uh, a person, not some kind of cutesy innocent soulless emotionless robot with suppressed homicidal and/or homosexual tendencies. it was explained... and the group didn't get it. ah well. I have faith that one day someone will snap.
3) Type 2 Drama
this... leads me to believe that ava cannot grasp simple concepts. she asked at least five times [that's a lot more than it sounds] if we wanted our friendship to DIE. she also mentioned many more times that she wants things to be like they were at the beginning of freshman year. we explained the impossibility of that every time she brought it up, and still she does not get it.
C also mentioned that she doesn't seem to understand that people get angry if you repeatedly ask "GUYS??? DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE???" because, as shane had pointed out to her face, nobody fucking knows how to answer that.
it's times like these that make me wonder why the hell I'm friends with these people.
C and I have been discussing the sleepover and the big sharefest that went on. she apparently noticed some things that I didn't. so here they are.
1) WTF Relationships
why exactly did the defunct relationship of shane & mary need to be brought up? I might as well summarize its shittiness... but yeah, it was unnecessary for it to be brought up, because now mary is once again mad. and she does not get outwardly mad easily.
the abridged tale of their relationship: for all of freshman year shane was fixated on mary. mary had a [I really want to say little lamb] boyfriend. by the time mary dumped said boyfriend, shane was already getting over her [so she says]. they went out for 3 months and mary became a creepy rrpof windup doll. shane ditched mary in favor of other pursuits [like jennifer aniston], making mary very depressed. a fucking year goes by, which is where we are NOW, and she's still depressed. fuckshitdamn. this all makes ava very angry. "YOU WERE LEADING MARY ON!!" she says.
2) She's Not A Flower
she's not a flower is a great MTX song about the terrible cliches in love songs. C has sort of adopted the phrase to explain how it is that people continually don't understand that she's uh, a person, not some kind of cutesy innocent soulless emotionless robot with suppressed homicidal and/or homosexual tendencies. it was explained... and the group didn't get it. ah well. I have faith that one day someone will snap.
3) Type 2 Drama
this... leads me to believe that ava cannot grasp simple concepts. she asked at least five times [that's a lot more than it sounds] if we wanted our friendship to DIE. she also mentioned many more times that she wants things to be like they were at the beginning of freshman year. we explained the impossibility of that every time she brought it up, and still she does not get it.
C also mentioned that she doesn't seem to understand that people get angry if you repeatedly ask "GUYS??? DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE???" because, as shane had pointed out to her face, nobody fucking knows how to answer that.
it's times like these that make me wonder why the hell I'm friends with these people.
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.
2.7.10
mission statement & assorted fun things
the introduction to the subject[s] of this blog:
this will be an account of a certain all-girls catholic high school. it was, like most catholic schools, formerly run by nuns; with the nuns now waning. only four still in commission. [the guitar-playing one, the one that is hitler reincarnated, the senile one, and the other senile one.]
the reason I want to do this writeup? no one has. all 50 members of each preceding class have done nothing but go on about how the classes are all so together and they LOVE the school and all this happy bullshit. don't get me wrong, I love the school and 80% of the teachers. it's the freaking student body that's the problem. I know... anyone with half a brain could figure out by now that all this teenage frickin' angst is because I'm not one of the pooooooopular kids. or because the pooooooopular kids push me down stairs or some other crap.
bullshit. let me introduce you to the three archetypes of students at this school:
1. COHH
these are the nice students. the ones who have fucktons of school spirit and volunteer six days a week [but not on sunday, since jesus disapproveth]. they are the theology teachers' favorites. and, as C [pay attention to this girl; she will show up very often] has said, they're gonna grow up and be the next generation of pure wives and godly mothers. we call them the cohh: crop of happy housewives. they make up about 75% of the student body, if only because not all of them are overtly jesus-worshipping. but they do all worship jesus in some way. [it is a catholic school, so I shouldn't be shocked at the amount of jesus. it's just that the cohh has no motives other than jesus.]
2. PVG
pvg stands for pretty vacant girl, in accordance with the sex pistols' take on the blank generation. there's no point in asking them anything worthwhile; you'll get no reply. they don't take up a lot of the population; maybe 20%. these are the dim girls whose sole focus in life is HOT GUYS WITH ABS. preferably in chick flicks. they are scarily concerned with how much shit they can fit into a fucking tiny purse. they follow trends, which makes them exciting!!!! riiiight. now this is the part where a stereotypical angst-filled teenager would be like "THEY ARE BITCHES AND I HATE THEM." but that isn't the case. since the school is so small, you really have to get along with at least some people. or they will seek you out, and try to be pretend-friends with you, and if you refuse 99% of the students will commit to making your life hell and eventually you transfer. I have avoided that: these girls honestly think I am hilarious. it baffles me too, but I figure it's better than picking baby names for fun and helping out in a youth group or something. there's one pvg who wants to pay me to follow her around and make sarcastic comments about her life. I worry about the space where her brain should be.
3. RRPOF
keep your friends close and your enemies closer. this is the lunch table I sit at: THE GAY TABLE. holy shit I hate it, but C and I are stuck there. rrpof is the wonderful typo/acronym for rainbow rainbow pants on fire, meaning those frickin' assholes who think that being gay means you're automatically hot shit and that you should rule the world. don't get me wrong, I have nothing against being gay. it's when it gets to this scary-as-hell point where it's ALL you are; say, "hi, my name's _____, and I'm a lesbian!" by way of an introduction, then you are rrpof. [it's pronounced "rrripoff!", by the way, with heavy emphasis on the r.] the fact that it's an all-girls school attracts a lot of these creepy fucks. they are a very small portion of the population, but they are there. and they're so loud that they don't let any of us forget it.
and then there's C and I. we don't even factor in on the population graph--or if you asked anyone then they'd say we'd be absorbed into the rrpof. when we clearly are not. oh well... in short, we're the geeky dorky weirdos, and the only people in the school who know what monty python was in addition to refusing lady gaga's reign of brainwashing terror.
this blog will serve as documentation of my junior year, as well as venting. I mean, it's high school. if anyone [besides C] is reading this, watch some drama unfold. by the end of the year, I hope to god I don't have one of those fucking "and then I realized they were ALL my true friends!" complexes, when I believe we've already determined otherwise. I'll try and make this shit at least slightly worth your time.
oh by the way, neither of us is gay. sorry.
this will be an account of a certain all-girls catholic high school. it was, like most catholic schools, formerly run by nuns; with the nuns now waning. only four still in commission. [the guitar-playing one, the one that is hitler reincarnated, the senile one, and the other senile one.]
the reason I want to do this writeup? no one has. all 50 members of each preceding class have done nothing but go on about how the classes are all so together and they LOVE the school and all this happy bullshit. don't get me wrong, I love the school and 80% of the teachers. it's the freaking student body that's the problem. I know... anyone with half a brain could figure out by now that all this teenage frickin' angst is because I'm not one of the pooooooopular kids. or because the pooooooopular kids push me down stairs or some other crap.
bullshit. let me introduce you to the three archetypes of students at this school:
1. COHH
these are the nice students. the ones who have fucktons of school spirit and volunteer six days a week [but not on sunday, since jesus disapproveth]. they are the theology teachers' favorites. and, as C [pay attention to this girl; she will show up very often] has said, they're gonna grow up and be the next generation of pure wives and godly mothers. we call them the cohh: crop of happy housewives. they make up about 75% of the student body, if only because not all of them are overtly jesus-worshipping. but they do all worship jesus in some way. [it is a catholic school, so I shouldn't be shocked at the amount of jesus. it's just that the cohh has no motives other than jesus.]
2. PVG
pvg stands for pretty vacant girl, in accordance with the sex pistols' take on the blank generation. there's no point in asking them anything worthwhile; you'll get no reply. they don't take up a lot of the population; maybe 20%. these are the dim girls whose sole focus in life is HOT GUYS WITH ABS. preferably in chick flicks. they are scarily concerned with how much shit they can fit into a fucking tiny purse. they follow trends, which makes them exciting!!!! riiiight. now this is the part where a stereotypical angst-filled teenager would be like "THEY ARE BITCHES AND I HATE THEM." but that isn't the case. since the school is so small, you really have to get along with at least some people. or they will seek you out, and try to be pretend-friends with you, and if you refuse 99% of the students will commit to making your life hell and eventually you transfer. I have avoided that: these girls honestly think I am hilarious. it baffles me too, but I figure it's better than picking baby names for fun and helping out in a youth group or something. there's one pvg who wants to pay me to follow her around and make sarcastic comments about her life. I worry about the space where her brain should be.
3. RRPOF
keep your friends close and your enemies closer. this is the lunch table I sit at: THE GAY TABLE. holy shit I hate it, but C and I are stuck there. rrpof is the wonderful typo/acronym for rainbow rainbow pants on fire, meaning those frickin' assholes who think that being gay means you're automatically hot shit and that you should rule the world. don't get me wrong, I have nothing against being gay. it's when it gets to this scary-as-hell point where it's ALL you are; say, "hi, my name's _____, and I'm a lesbian!" by way of an introduction, then you are rrpof. [it's pronounced "rrripoff!", by the way, with heavy emphasis on the r.] the fact that it's an all-girls school attracts a lot of these creepy fucks. they are a very small portion of the population, but they are there. and they're so loud that they don't let any of us forget it.
and then there's C and I. we don't even factor in on the population graph--or if you asked anyone then they'd say we'd be absorbed into the rrpof. when we clearly are not. oh well... in short, we're the geeky dorky weirdos, and the only people in the school who know what monty python was in addition to refusing lady gaga's reign of brainwashing terror.
this blog will serve as documentation of my junior year, as well as venting. I mean, it's high school. if anyone [besides C] is reading this, watch some drama unfold. by the end of the year, I hope to god I don't have one of those fucking "and then I realized they were ALL my true friends!" complexes, when I believe we've already determined otherwise. I'll try and make this shit at least slightly worth your time.
oh by the way, neither of us is gay. sorry.
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