Geez

I walk into my sister's room and lie on her bed.
Sister: What's wrong?
Me: ::ehhhh::
Sister: Do you have a stomach ache?
Me: No. Why does everyone keep asking me that?
Sister: I don't know, I just asked you because I heard Dad ask you.

Geez.

Shackles.

When will I escape this incessant barrage of toddlers and seven-to-ten-year-olds? Can you shoot me right here ::point to my leg:: I'm tired. Around kids, you always have to act like you're the sunny day-care teacher and say things like "sharing is caring" and "listen [insert name here], that's the last piece of candy you can have. You'll ruin your dinner otherwise." So I'm whiped out. Imagine, if I can't do it now, how could I possibly have any stamina for when I really become a mother? Dude, I'm so screwed. I'd hate to become the kind of mother who gets pissed at her daughter in the middle of the department store. I see it all the time; "Damnit [insert name here], you always act like that! I don't understand why you have to act like such a picky brat. Just get something!" At least my parents don't get pissed off like that in public. That's why I'd hate to be one of those mothers. It'd kill me to insult my kid like that because I'm cranky. At least...you know, just let them do their own thing and be a neglectful parent. No need to be scornful. Of course, I am speaking too soon and I seriously hope it is too soon. You know what I mean... I'm tired. My cousin told me to try this modblog, which is like blogger, but "easier." So I just signed up for it to see. Here's the modblog. I'm tired. So yeah, how bout them Mix CDs?

I want candy...and bitch, I got it.

So, one request for a mix, anyone else? Prj, you will be getting that soon.

I really have NOTHING to blog right now, but I slept like fourteen hours last night, and I fell asleep in the middle of my nightly prayer. According to my cousin....::whisper::its the work of the....::whisper:: I'm scared. I think I'll be a bad girl now. WAit, no. No, I will not. Eh, yeah. Also, I was just informed that I should be the next girl in So Weird, but sorry. I'm not any daughter of Mackenzie Phillips. So fuck off. Where's mars?

Things that should not be touched:
--me, because I'm hot stuff.
--my tits, because that is such a violation of my personal space. Fuck, stop readin this out loud, Kathleen.

I say the wrong words to songs. I'm dumb.

Look below for my post yesterday which was so much more witty and interesting.

On a lighter note...

since my cousin says my outlook on life is so pessimistic...I have created THE mix CD for a maximized enjoyable driving experience. If that made any sense whatsoever, I don't know, I'm tired. So here it is:

the mix for enjoyable driving:
-"bizarre love triangle"
-"somebody's baby"
-saves the day- "my sweet fracture;" "sell my old clothes i'm off to heaven;" "you vandal;" "jodie;" "at your funeral"
-punk cover of "take me home tonight"
-the cure- "just like heaven"
-"if you leave"
-"take on me"
-off by one- "torn"
-yellowcard- "october nights"
-rufio- "like a prayer"
-count the stars- "pictures"
-off by one- "punk rock girl"
-"i want candy"
-juliana theory- "this is not a love song"
-ataris- "teenage riot"
- from teen witch- "popular girl" and "top that"

of course that is not all of it, because if it was, then you might KNOW me, and we can never have that. If you would like a copy of this mix CD, please contact me through e-mail or that comment box, or else you can use your psychic powers and contact me in my dreams. Either one of those would be fine. Just as long as you don't do anything STUPID in my dreams, like make it look all scary and stuff. In that case, you will not be receiving a copy.

Road-Ragin'

I'm not an easy person to make an enemy of, and at the same time, I pride myself in the fact that I don't hate many people. But there are some...those very few...and in my eyes they deserve nothing. They have done nothing in their lives to deserve any good thing that's happened to them, because they are rotten people. It doesn't matter how much you make an effort to be nice or helpful to them, because they're stupid and are selfish and accept the help, but they never return the kindness. I HATE people who do that. People, you gotta be considerate of others. Its utilitarianism; its common sense; its civility and proper. But fuck you if you don't. Didn't your parents teach you anything? Your rich and privileged parents? Or do you just see "people like me" lower than "people like you." I hate people who think this way. Its ignorant. Because we're all human, after all. So FUCK YOU. And I could be the better person here and totally disregard it and keep it to myself, but I'm condemning those people, people whose names I will never publish here nor speak aloud in public, because I have that much respect for them and myself than to scorn them. BUT I will scorn them namelessly, because they deserve that much. And they do deserve life to slap them hard in the face, in a way that they should be slapped, because they're ultimately rotten people. Forget about being the better person, I will never hesitate to say that I hate them, because when you hate someone, its usually not a bullshit kind of thing.

Random Acts of Kindness

Not that I committed any today. One thing I did do, however, is take a little four-hour-nap. I'm wiped out. The week ain't even over and I'm already dead. I guess its the waking up so early every morning. I'm not usually up before the sun. This makes me really grumpy at about noon. But I'm trying to sleep more. But the more I sleep the more I CAN'T sleep at night. You know what I mean?

Anyway, so what is man? HAHAHAHA Just kidding.

I don't know what to put in here. My life is basically homework and driving people around. I think I thought of something poignant to put in here earlier, like when I was walking to Guitar 1 or something, but I totally forgot. Being a senior feels like being a junior for a second year in a row. It hasn't totally hit me that this is the year that ends high school. I feel like I have to work harder. Which is weird because I'm taking Guitar 1 and I have perhaps the easiest Government class ever. I think I'm kind of warming up to this year. I feel a bit older, being able to leave at lunch alone. You know? I have my own schedule and stuff. But it feels like I'm always busy. And my mind is always...its just always working...thinking. You must be saying to yourself, "Yeah, your mind never stops working, idiot." But I'm constantly worrying, even in my dreams. Sucks ass, man. There's always something, isn't there?

We're on our way, going somewhere....and I think its growing up.

You can't see me now, but my hair is straight and I'm wearing make-up =)

Second day of torture. Better than the first, I guess. In guitar, I only sat around as people "jammed" all at the same time...those experienced bastards. In Government, I was surprised, we didn't really do anything. Humanities...is humanities. Blah. Maybe its my lack of sleep. Makes me irritable. I'm still trying to get used to this shit. Again. And then...it'll be over, right? No more six-hour prison schedules? I don't know. I want to get out so bad. Anyway, instead of doing this right now, I should be writing my "What is man?" paper which is due tomorrow, but I have a bit of writer's block. I can't even get a good hook for my intro. Damnit. See you, and I know I would rather be you than me.

Yesterday...all my troubles seemed so far away....

...literally. I just want to start off by saying that today made me want to hurl a book into my own head just so I can lie unconscious on the cold cheap tiles of the place I resent oh-so-much.

Anyway, the "Senior Year 'Everyday'" feels like a pain in the ass. The first three classes I felt like, "Okay, I can do this." But then I hit fuckin' Humanities and I want to kill myself. I doubt that I possessed any intellect whatsoever these past three years and I probably just got by on a smile or the pleasure teachers would get on those rare days I would wear something tight. Yeah, right. Sure. Anyway, so my last two classes kill my day. Then I want to go home and take a nap, but then my mom is taking nap and I have to wake her up, so I just watch One Life To Live or TLC or something, then I go an pick up my sister then pick up my cousins at Independence, the parking lot of which is a pain in the ass to get out of. Today we went bowling again. It seems I just get worse and worse, but I think I was getting the hang of it toward the end of the second game.

Let's cut the bullshit. Who wants to fuckin' drop out with me?

Yeah, I'm trying to avoid that word...you know...the word that starts with an "s", sounds like elephantitis, but pertains to seniors. I'm avoiding it because I'm afraid that I will catch the meaning of it. I can't. Dude, I can't afford it. Okay, so I'm going to stop trying to forget about homework like it was never assigned. Can anyone help me? What is man?

Last Day of Summer gone.

Dude. If you read all of my blogs this past Summer, you'd know, I'm a fuckin' schizophrenic. Let's do a recap, shall we?

--At the beginning of the Summer I babysat. Then they learned how to stay home alone since the oldest one is about...friggin' thirteen-years-old.
--I was bored as fuck and I wished to get a job.
--Then I fuckin' had a job....babysitting for an actual baby.
--Then his dad came back and I didn't have to babysit him anymore. But I missed it a little.
--I wanted school to start.
--I went away for five days.
--I do not want school to start.

See...I'm neurotic. Even I notice it, but do I do anything to change it? Of course not. My last day of Summer was spent vacuuming the whole house (which makes me wish we lived in a smaller one), watching A Makeover Story and A Dating Story on TLC, listening to music, making my mom's resume, picking up my sister, and taking a fat ass nap. Now, I have to do something for my grandma. I have no friggin' idea why they ask me to do this shit. I mean, damn, you have ten other grandchildren, why don't you ask them? Instead, you ask the neurotic, stressed-out-about-applying-to-college senior. But I'm just sayin'. Whatever. WHatever, whatever, whatever.

Its so hot. It felt like mid-July last night. What happened. Tomorrow its supposed to shower. GREAT! First day of school. Let it pour.

Don't...wake...DADDY!

I always wanted that damn board game.

So I was in my room, watching Nip/Tuck because sometimes I find it interesting, just like sometimes I watch CNN and PAX. Shut up. I know what you're thinking, possibly saying aloud. My bad. Anyway, so I was watching Nip/Tuck and then my mom walks in. Sometimes she just sits on my bed and stays there for a while...I don't know why. So she was sitting there and it was the part of the latest episode where that Dr. Santiago-lady walked in on that Dr. Alyssa-Milano's-former-boyfriend-on-Charmed getting nasty with the plant waterer-girl. And so my mom was like, "What are you watching?" all disgusted and stuff. And I laughed. "It's cable t.v. What has the world come to?"

So yeah, that's my story.

Oh yeah, did you know they actually say "shit" in that show? And its on BASIC cable... how did that happen? I mean, I'm not going to pretend that I never say the word, because I say a lot of bad words (and I'm trying to stop, but I suck at bowling and the words just spew out of my mouth whenever I hit the gutter, why do I have my own shoes?). Anyway, I don't think it should be on basic cable, where young kids can access it so easily. If their parents haven't done that whole v-chip thing.

Goodnight, my mom says I should sleep early.

867-5309

Dude, today, woke up, went to church, went bowling, went to eat some BBQ at my aunt's house, went to Guitar Center to get something for my guitar, hung out at my grandparents' house for a while as my dad helped them fix their gutters or something, talked to my little cousins who are actually quite crazy and growing up too fast, and then I went grocery shoping with my dad. Busy day. Dude and I still have to study for the damn SAT 2 tests. I'm officially freaked out. You know, it doesn't even feel like school is going to start. It feels more like I'm going to a program like GETSET, and it'll only last for five days and it'll be Summer again. Dude, I wish. WE wish.

Today at church there was this missionary-guy speaker, and he was talking about his experiences in Haiti, helping the people there, and it was like whoa. You know, how can you have faith that strong? Much props to him and that. I wish I had his faith.

Anyway, I'm hungry...again. I've been kinda trying not to eat these last few days, calling a few crackers a meal. So I'm gonna eat.

That burgundy robe...

Yeah, I have to thank that anonymous person for contributing that comment and putting some sense into me. I was in bed all day. I was supposed to study, but I was feeling pretty down. However, I developed some pictures and that made me kinda happy. Its weird. Everything looks so much happier in pictures. Nothing looks real. You wonder whether your smile is real, or what you were thinking at that moment; when did I smile like that? Its like a moment you neglected to file under "memorable" in your head, but its back, and its proving you wrong. I wish I could understand life a little better, as do a lot of people, I know. Sometimes I get stuck in this rut. If you've read my blog before, you totally know. I have to go to church tomorrow so I'm calling it a night. Goodnight all.

Waking up on the bathroom floor...

I don't know. I woke up in a bad mood today. I felt angry and stuff. Angry at my parents especially. I don't know why. Last night I was doing the usual college research and studying for the damn SAT II's. I printed out the application for the UC's already and I'm gonna be working on that for a while. It freaked me out. I spent the whole night thinking about it. How I'm nothing. And such. What reasons would they have to accept me into their schools? I don't know. If you know, can you tell me? Because I'd tell you in a heartbeat. Anyway, I think I'm in this quiet mood now. Lots of thinking. Lots of wanting to stop time. I'm afraid to grow up. It kills me that these are the days of our lives, because it doesn't feel like it to me. To be perfectly honest, I have not enjoyed high school. Not a bit. If I sat down and wrote out all the pros and the cons; all the good times and all of the bad times, the cons and the bad times just weigh out the good. Where are these good times that everyone talks about so much? "When I was your age, I hit all the parties...blah blah blah" I haven't hit anything except for this wall. I'm waiting for life to start.

I fell asleep on the bathroom floor.

Blue MOOOOOON!

Today, today, today. Oh, today. Started so early in the morning, oh, today. Chem AP buddies, good stuff, dudes. Yep. Today. Oh, did it stop there? Oh, no. Of course not. Because then I went with my sister to her school to pick up her schedules. Saw some buds. Then what? Oh yes, we went bowling. I bowled a shitty game today. One strike only. Darnetttt! What did we do afterwards? Oh yeah, we went to Golfland. Geez louise. I got good since the last time I went there. Oh yeah. And then what? We mad a raucous up in Burger King with our coolio crowns, baby. Oh yeahhhhhhhh. We were hot pieces of Filipino up in there. Who brought the party in? We did, mofo. Yep. Then what? We were gonna go to Cataldi, but then we had to go home, because Filipino parents triiiiIiiiiiiiP out, yo! Like fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. But yeah. We went bowling pretty much three days in a row already. Those peeps at the alley should know us by face by now, always up in there, clapping and shit. Haha. Yeah we chill top bill, cuz we ballers yooooooo. Anyway, there's this movie on right now. And I want to watch it. Yep. SEEE YAAAA LAAATER!

I wonder...

Everything feels so near. It feels like school is going to last a week or something and it'll all be over. I can't even think right now. Not clearly. I've been in this relatively pissed off mood lately, probably because I haven't been getting sleep in, because insomnia is coming back. Geez, I wear insomnia like a coat in the Winter. I can never get rid of it. So today I bought some bowling shoes, since I frequent the alleys with my cousins. I think its uppin' my score a bit. I think I'll be a regular or something. Next step: Buy a ball. Step after that: Join a league.

Man, I still wonder who has Guitar 1 first period with Ponticelli....

P.S. The weather was weird today, wasn't it?

To-Do List of the Near-Future

--Sign up for SAT II's if I ever intend to get out of this stupid place.
--Apply to colleges and stuff...if I ever intend to get out of this stupid place.
--Apply for scholarships...if I ever intend to get out of this stupid place.
--Buy some bowling shoes.
--Go to one of Huan's frat parties.
--Study for the SAT II's.
--Do good on my senior-year-plan.
--Get a fucking job.
--Stop cussing so fucking much.
--Be a better driver.

The Senior Year "Everyday"

0 Period- American Govt-Quick
1 Period- Guitar 1- Ponticelli
2 Period- Art History AP- Bishop
3 Period- Humanities- Warren
4 Period- Physiology- Elwell

Open 5th and 6th periods

I think its gonna be a good year.

Too cool for high school!

What I said to my mom tonight when we went to the library:

"Mom, okay, here's the plan, I'm gonna drop out this year, but I promise I'll get my GED. C'mon, Mom! Maybe in five years I can be manager at McDonald's! Please, Mom??? I don't want to go to school! Mom? MOM. I'll get my GED! I'll go to vocational school! Please?????"

Guess what she said. Yeah, she pretty much said....en-oh...no.

Insatiable...

You ever feel really sleepy? And then you sleep to try to get rid of that feeling, but when you wake up, you're still awake, but you still feel like sleeping...and you go that way for about a week and it feels like you'll never get your sleep back? That's what I feel like right now.

We're playin' BAS-KET-BALL

I've been playin' a lot of basketball lately in my backyard and its taken me that time to painfully realize that I lack the skills I once had. Takes me back to the Summer before eighth grade, I practiced so hard so I would make Varsity and I tried and tried and tried to make a lay-up and even practiced in my sleep. I breathed basketball. The heat would not keep me inside; I practiced in the shade. That Fall I tried out and I made starting point guard. Freaked me out, man. I convinced myself that I could be good, and it worked. That was the one and only time in my life thus far that I worked that hard. Whether or not that's shameful, it's true. And I guess its sad that it was so long ago, and I haven't been able to duplicate that sort of effort. I guess these past years have sort of killed me. I see no need to work hard. No need to care. Study. I pass classes on luck and my memory. I study during lunch everyday; lunches I should spend going to club meetings. But I'm not in any. Sad, right? And I'll pay the ultimate price when I get those rejection letters from all those schools that I hoped to attend. Yeah-fucking-right. Well, anyway, that year with the basketball thing...I think that was the proudest year I've ever had. That is sad. I'll admit it right now. FRIGGIN' HIGH SCHOOL.

Bow your head and give thanks.

Muchas gracias to my cousin, Anthony for changing my template. Thanks homie.

On and On and On and On and On and...so on.

Today I had the distinct pleasure to be driven, if only for about ten minutes, by Punk Rock Josh. While I did not understand much of the happenings at Band Camp, I was oh-so-mesmerized watching these people and their dedication to the team, if I may call it so. And...I got to see some homies. That was a plus. Ate McDonald's....and some of you know what that does to me....=)....PARTY! hahaha. Anyway, so I was driving today and I accidently pressed the wrong pedal. =| Yeah, I suck. Good thing no one was around...great thing, actually. So I'm trying to change the damn template of this blog because its so bland and blah, so yeah, there may be some weird things going on with the appearance of my blog. Just...you know...accept it. Or whatever.

Swinging Swingin'

Listenin to Tsunami Bomb and you know what I'm thinkin? It feels good to wake up in the afternoon. Gotta love that.

Yellowcard!

Wooohoooooooooooo baby! I got the new Yellowcard CD! Oh, and I watched American Wedding, which wasn't that great. And lastly, does anyone know where to buy a guitar tuner (a good one) other than at Guitar Center because I'm too lazy to drive that far. How about somewhere local? Alright, just leave me a note. Though, no one will because no one ever does and it will be all "Comments (0)" like always, but that's okay. Whatever, right.

Parties. Sean Paul. Toga night. Getting SET

I have yet to unpack and right now as I'm typing, I'm watching my cousin shave the sideburns off his little brother. Wow, geez my eyes are heavy. And gee whiz, I can't believe I went without blogging for like...five days. Its like living without the necessary component of air. Anyway it was fun, we had good times, we had bad times; we laughed, we cried (but no, we really didn't); we ate....kinda, we shat (hahahahaha)--but all in all, good times. Hey so I'm shouting out to all you Get-Setters.

WHASSSSSSSUUUUUUPPPPP YOOOOOOOOOOO

Though I know maybe they aren't reading my blog and have never read my blog. But yeah, its just....five days; not even enough times to get comfortable with anything, and I don't wanna be home right now. Because on Monday, I may or may not have to babysit because I'm like the eternal babysitter and I'll eternally look fifteen or something. Whatever. Anyway, I got tired of wearing just one hoodie which reminded me of a nightmare I had where I was getting ready for school, but then I just somehow was at school already and I was just wearing a hoodie and jeans and I had no control over the matter because it was like...already determined. Ah, I blab. So yeah, I'm a dry sponge. I need to take unpack and stuff. Bleh, back to being the chaffeur to my idiot cousin. Great.

So Hi, I'm Vanessa. 17 years old, incoming high school senior. I thrive on the written word. I become intensely interested in sciences that explain human nature and the human body. Punk rock is preferrable. I don't have many friends that I've known since elementary school and not many friends that I have had since middle school. One day, I want to wake up and be a different person. Cover songs are awesome. I don't really have a keen sense of fashion. I like the Summer better than Winter. My grandpa is my favorite person in the world. He's the funniest person I've ever known. Other than maybe PUNK ROCK JOSH. I have done two things in my life that I think make me realize that there is more to life than being here in this city, and those things are going to Andover and GetSet. Because maybe I can get out of here and have that experience somewhere else. Tonight I will fall right asleep, not in my own bed, not tonight, because my cousins are sleeping in it. Tomorrow I will take my cousins to see American Wedding and hopefully they believe that I'm seventeen this time. And in two weeks the stress and the race to the future begins. This is my Before. I'll write when I know what my After will be.

Give me a sign. Hit me baby...one more time.

For the last two hours I was "tuned into" Lifetime, watching its two newest shows. Beforehand, though, my sister kicked me out of the communal computer room because I was bugging her I guess, but, what the fuck, there's nothing to do. Damnit, this is a very disappointing Summer. For me, though I don't know why I shouldn't be surprised. Some people try to convince themselves that they are something, like dangerous or honest or something, but they can't escape from the fact of what they actually are. Like, take me, for example. I would like to write a novel. But you know what? I just can't. Everything that comes from my pen onto a piece of paper seems too mediocre. So I guess I'm mediocre? This was a bad example. I'm confusing myself. But whatever. I've been bored the whole day, I'm still in the pajamas I slept in last night and woke in to this afternoon. I just closed my eyes and laid in bed listening to my CDs and then I watched some television. Went online. Had an interesting conversation with an old buddy. Blah. So anyway, yeah. So how was your day?

Eyes Blind

Last night I was re-reading the end of The Lovely Bones, since I guess I couldn't remember what happened and for some reason needed to know. So I went to sleep thinking it about it and all, because it ends so nicely, and I had the best dream I've ever had. Since you know, dreams are personal and special, I'm not about to tell you all about it, and plus, I fear that by typing it all out, it won't seem like the best dream ever anymore, but yeah. You know how after you have a really good dream, you seem drunk by the time you wake, all happy and stuff by the remnants of it? That's how I felt, but it rubbed off when I spent the whole day watching TV. Whatever. But that's all.

I never thought about it like that before...

Last night, my friend told me to go to bed early, knowing that I've been having these bad attacks of insomnia. So I did. I tried. But, I tossed and I turned and the bed seemed to be too far from the floor, which isn't very cool, because its like sleeping on a cliff. Anyway, I slept sometime after 4:30 A.M. Before that, however, I was watching Saved By the Bell. It was the episode where Mr. Belding's younger, hipper brother comes to substitute and then he wins the heart of the whole senior class, and of course, they are all oblivious to the fact, that this man will break their hearts. Anyway, you know that part where, Slater and Zack are about to practice CPR on Kelly and Jesse, who are laying on the floor? I always found that really unsettling. Not only does it not look right, but...the teacher-man is watching. Its really sadistic looking. "Zack and Slater, why don't you save the lives of these, beautiful young ladies." No, he didn't really say that, but whatever, he might as well have.

Anyway, this desire to join an band has gotten severe. Really, its like arthritis, only I don't do anything, and it.....its really not like arthritis at all. Its just a really bad yearning. And you know, seeing Freaky Friday today with my sister and mom didn't really help. Because the more I thought of it, I equated punk band with Chad Michael Murray, which won't help my insomnia either (thanks, Disney). Blah, so I just wanna tell ya in advance, I'll be gone for about five days as I embark on a five-day engineering program for young women. Yup. It was pretty fun last year, but this year I don't really know because my partner in crime will be absent. Our days of almost talking to Japanese kids and hanging out of the dorm windows have come to an abrupt end. They will be missed.

Hmm....I can't wait till June '04. You know what that means, don't you? Graduation. 18th birthday. Yay!

If ya think I'm sexy...

Just so you know, that's not really a question, I just got it from that Rod Stewart song that my sister downloaded. Because, you know, if it were really a question, then I'd be freaked out by what you people would answer.

There isn't anything on TV and I never was very interested in the Teen Choice Awards. I don't really care who the best athlete is according to Teens because I know its only going to be because that athlete is cute. And they get a surfboard. For being cute. And being an athlete. So yeah. WHATEVER. OH yeah by the way, I know its going to be Kobe Bryant, so yeah. Okay>....

I was talkin to my cousin who is in Seattle at the moment and he went to see this healer and he said that all those things that our parents tell us (filipino kids), like those superstitions are all according to the healers in the Philippines and we should listen to them. So I'm officially pissing my pants right now.

HMmm let's see, what's interesting? oh shithouse! Do you realize that school will be resuming in about three weeks? DUUUUUUDE. And I still don't have any college-ruled spiral notebooks. Went to K-mart last night and to my astonishment (but really not) there weren't any. So the epidemic has not just hit Target, it has also hit K-mart. This is abysmal. So last night I really got a kick out of writing that to-do list. I don't know what to add. Hmm:

--Buy my parents his-and-her Mercedes Benzes. Haha, but good God, they deserve it. I'm going to cost them so much money. And you know, no one likes to be indebted.
--Invent something. Like a color. That'd be amusing.
--Become a writer for Television Without Pity because the reviewers are just too friggin' funny, you know?

Oh man, Queer Eye is losing momentum for me. Bring John back on.

Fiber Cereal.

So you know cereal that's high in fiber really makes you shit. REALLY.

My life's to-do list:

--Watch an encore of the premiere of The O.C. on thursday.
--Jump out of a plane...oh wait, I feel the need to specify. Jump out of a plane with a parachute on.
--Write a novel, even if it doesn't get published.
--Finish college.
--TO BE PUT BEFORE THE PRIOR: Get accepted to a college.
--TO BE PUT BEFORE THE TWO PRIOR STATEMENTS: Graduate high school.
*How about we put this in no particular order? Okay? Okay.*
--Join a punk band.
--Have a horrible, melodramatic break-up with the said-prospective-punk-band. Then have a reunion tour.
--Buy a swiffer sweeper, because I hear they work really well.
--Live on my own, if only for a year.
--Travel
--Get married.
--Buy a pick-up truck because those are just too cool. And buy a cowboy hat to go along with it. I'll look like the weirdest fuckin' filipino girl ever.
--Have a job in which I have an office to decorate. Because I'm thinking bright yellow walls and sky blue furniture. What? Not professional, you say? Pshaw! Who needs a "professional" surgeon anyway? (just kidding, I don't want to be a surgeon.)
--Learn how to cook.
--Learn how to bowl like my mom. Its like "whassssssssup?" the way she does it. Its like the ball just meets the floor and then it spins to the pins perfectly, and she mostly gets spares.
--Run away...not literally, but just to go away alone and just stay away for a while...you know, to clear this cluttered head.
--Change my hairstyle. Hahahahahaha. Sometimes I'm so funny I find myself laughing in front of the computer all alone.
--Learn how to take care of kids. Maybe when I have them, right?
--Have some kids of my own. Minimum three. I have the names all picked out and everything and I'm just hoping that my future husband is kind enough to like those names too [translation: you fucker, you better let me name my kids what I want them to be named.]
--Buy a leather jacket. According to Dylan, everyone should have one. And plus, they would be great on my motorcycle rides.
--Learn how to work a Harley. Then...ride it.
--Be a good mother to them kids.
--Be a good sister/cousin/daughter/granddaughter/niece/aunt [to be added when time comes: wife/mother]
--Do my best to keep my faith and live morally, you know when it counts, not anything like cheating in Mateer's class, because who really cares about that, I only did it because everything in that class was tedious.
--Take a philosophy class.

Yup, that's pretty much...hmm, not all of it. You just get a taste of it, kids.

Oh, by the way

Oh shithouse, I hear there's going to be another Indiana Jones movie. Friggin' goodness. People need to stop with these sequels. They kill it. Can't we just accept that Indiana Jones got old and had a brief stint telling people stories in a museum on that TV-show "The Young Indiana Jones." Just leave it at that. You can't really top his previous success. Plus, Harrison Ford is over 60. What the hell are you going to do? "This action-packed, long-awaited return of Indiana Jones will follow our hero through the peril of retirement homes...and the evil ex-nazi in the next room. Because Indy is big on saving the world from nazis. As we saw in the trilogy." Damnit.

Catch me as I faint...

Why does no one inform me of such life-altering events that may serve as picker-uppers such as the July 22nd release of Yellowcard's new CD, Ocean Avenue? Because, I'd really like to know.

College Ruled!

Is it just me or does Target not have enough friggin' college ruled spiral notebooks for everyone?

Picker-uppers

My favorite part of Footloose is when Kevin Bacon is teaching Chris Penn how to dance. It just blows my mind how friggin' cool that whole part is. It makes me want to get a pair of cowboy boots and pop in a Cassette TAPE of the single "Let's Hear It For the Boy" and put it on loop.

FUn FuN NUF uFN nfU

I thought it would be fun to write the way you talk. Literally.

Bostonians: So fuh example, I was walkin' along the the rivah, when I see this hat-lookin' guy walk by, so I hollah, "Hey, you! You hat-lookin' fellah!" And so the guy tuhns around and he says, "Ah, you takkin' tah me?" So I say, "Yeah, I'm takkin' tah you." And so we ended up wakkin' along the rivah togethah and takkin' the whole time. It was great fun.

Snoop Doggish: So I was like, "Exactizzo, my nizza, fo sheezy." I don't exactly knoweezy what he was sayizzing, so I just shook my headeezy. He was off the heezy fo sheezy though. I thought he was nice.

I can't really think of any anymore, but yeah. HahahahaHA. I have to sleep now because I have to get up for chuch in the mahning. Yah know how it goes. Whatevah. See ya'll later. Well not literally "see" you, but ya know....

Legends of the Fall

So today my parents went to a wedding, leaving my sister and I all alone in this house of ours. Instead of having the wild, teenage party you only see in movies, we, of course, being our lazy selves, just sat around and watched TV the whole day. I watched this Lifetime movie that seemed to go on forever and the wedding of Melissa Joan Hart which I thought was pretty crazy for being on ABCFamily. Dude, they talked about edible underwear? Sure, that is sooooo FAMILY. Anyway, other than that, I also watched Legends of the Fall.

Everytime I watch that movie, I always wonder what everyone sees in Brad Pitt's character, Tristan. Okay, I'd probably love him as much as everyone else did in the movie, but why? I'd like to know why everyone loves the bad boy, the rebellious guy with the big heart, and they love him more than the good guy with the equally huge heart. I mean, Aidan Quinn! How could you not love him? Hello? Did you not see Desperately Seeking Susan? Sex symbol status, people! But alas, the heat he emits does not beat Brad Pitts. I thought it was pretty sad the way everyone loved Brad Pitt and everyone else was so neglected. Even the E.T. kid (Henry Thomas) loved Tristan more than I think he loved himself.

You know, Brad Pitt really is an awesome actor. His trademark seems to be troubled young men...Handsome and troubled. Like in A River Runs Through It, I love that movie. And Seven kinda scares me and sickens me whenever I see it. Ocean's Eleven is a good movie too. I mean, unlike some of those other pretty boy actors out there, this guy can act.

Anyway, that was my day. I liked it. Tomorrow I'm going to church and then we're going to visit my aunt in the hospital.

Caddilacs and Fuzzy Dice

Ideal day:
--Wake up. Do something productive, like take a jog. Eat some sort of healthy breakfast.
--Shower, brush...blah blha blah hygeine stuff.
--Go out. Have fun.
--Come home at about 8 o'clock at night after spending a delightful day somewhere away from here.
--Take a warm bath. Read a good book. Go play at a local club with my punk band.
--Go and have mad rabbit sex with my boyfriend, Vince Carter [or Tom Welling, or Cillian Murphy, or Chad Murray would do too]

My day:
--Wake up at about 11:30 to my alarm clock.
--blah blah blah hygeine stuff.
--Eat lunch.
--Watch soap operas. [12-3 p.m.]
--Start cookin potato wedges [3-5 p.m.]
--Return library books/drop off some food to my aunt's house. [5 p.m.]
--Get some food at King Eggroll.
--Go bowling with family. [9pm-----]

Bowling is actually very fun. And there are quite a bit young people at the alley at night. So yeah, let's go bowling someday, guys. I can't say that i'd kick your ass, because I don't think I would, but I will yell a lot and cheer you on. If you like that crap.