Dear "ChristEven,"
What's with the bitter comments? Can you stop being a bitch? Kthnx. What did I do to elicit your rude responses? Um... I blogged? Wow. I guess that deserved your shiz?
First off, "special" was spelled wrong on purpose. Duh. I'm not that retarded.
Second, don't sit there and call me a hypocrite - just because I hang out with someone a lot doesn't mean my life "revolves" around them. Jesus.
Speaking of Jesus, you can't sit there and talk shit about me, because you think you're... Christ? Ego much?
And if you clean up oil spills for a living, what are you doing sitting there reading a 16 year old's blog?
Pedo.
Sincerely,
Someone who needs you to go away now :D
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Moving on.
I snuck on Blogger at escuela real quick in the media center. Badass, right? -sarcasm- Anyway, yeah, I'm supposed to be filming this thing for TV production, but people are using the room we need sooo... Boredom :D
But yeah.
Mkay.
Oh! And to Clever Girl Tia's question, I guess... that's fine? Haha. I mean, at least it's people you know and are close to, and you're generalizing. It's not like you're dehumanizing them, I guess? I dunno. That didn't make any sense XD
So yeahhh.
I'ma hop off now.
<3
~J*~
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
New Blog Plug, "Gay" Tirade, and AP Exams... My, What a Busy Post.
Okay, first thing first:
Skyline of Fruit. Blog that me and Nikki Skyline are doing. Go follow. Now. Kthnx. It's just getting started, but... yeah. Kay.
Second order of business: (It's out of order in the title, 'cause I'm saving the tirade for last)
AP Exams. Holy. Shiz. I have one tomorrow at noon, and one the next day at 8:00 AM. GAHHH. AP Psych and AP Language+Composition. Shitshitshitshit. I don't wanna. Please don't make me. I got a 3 on my mock AP psych, so I need to CRAMCRAMCRAM tonight.
FUUUUDGEEEENUTTERRRSSSS.
Now for the tirade.
WE ARE NOT DOGS.
He is not "a" gay. He is simply gay.
"Hold on, Joey. Saywhatnow?"
-sigh- Okay. So I was reading the prologue to some story on a writer's forum, and one of the characters was introduced as "a" gay. Gay is not a noun. It is an adjective, not to be confused with the word "stupid." For example of the latter, an object cannot be "gay" - it does not have sexual attrection to the same gender. Mmmkay?
That's just the half of it.
As for the other half - you can't be "a" gay. Gay is not a thing. Gay is what someone is. So you can't be "a" gay. I don't know how to make it any clearer.
How about this?
Wrong: "He is a gay."
Right: "He is gay."
Voi la.
It's really not that hard.
Kthnx.
~J*~
Skyline of Fruit. Blog that me and Nikki Skyline are doing. Go follow. Now. Kthnx. It's just getting started, but... yeah. Kay.
Second order of business: (It's out of order in the title, 'cause I'm saving the tirade for last)
AP Exams. Holy. Shiz. I have one tomorrow at noon, and one the next day at 8:00 AM. GAHHH. AP Psych and AP Language+Composition. Shitshitshitshit. I don't wanna. Please don't make me. I got a 3 on my mock AP psych, so I need to CRAMCRAMCRAM tonight.
FUUUUDGEEEENUTTERRRSSSS.
Now for the tirade.
WE ARE NOT DOGS.
He is not "a" gay. He is simply gay.
"Hold on, Joey. Saywhatnow?"
-sigh- Okay. So I was reading the prologue to some story on a writer's forum, and one of the characters was introduced as "a" gay. Gay is not a noun. It is an adjective, not to be confused with the word "stupid." For example of the latter, an object cannot be "gay" - it does not have sexual attrection to the same gender. Mmmkay?
That's just the half of it.
As for the other half - you can't be "a" gay. Gay is not a thing. Gay is what someone is. So you can't be "a" gay. I don't know how to make it any clearer.
How about this?
Wrong: "He is a gay."
Right: "He is gay."
Voi la.
It's really not that hard.
Kthnx.
~J*~
Saturday, May 9, 2009
After Promizzle
So me and the Twin talked it out after a record six days without talking. And we're good. I dunno how long it's going to be til I wanna be THAT close to her again, because... well, I don't want to be that relied upon. And she gets it, thank God. At least, I hope.
So last night was prom. And I didn't go. But I went to AFTER prom with Penguin at Dave & Busters. 'Twas fun. I was out 'til four in the morning. I felt SO HARDCORE. XD But it was a lot of fun. And then Penguin's mom picked us up and her and Penguin started like, screaming in these ridiculous accents. And it was incredibly hilarious. I haven't laughed that hard in forever. I had tears rolling down my face.
Butchyeahhh.
For the second time in two years, I have a poem in the literary magazine :) I feel SPESHUL. Except for the part where people whose poems absolutely SUCKED got in, too. So that kind of killed my confidence a little.
But yeahhh.
Okay.
This was... short?
~J*~
So last night was prom. And I didn't go. But I went to AFTER prom with Penguin at Dave & Busters. 'Twas fun. I was out 'til four in the morning. I felt SO HARDCORE. XD But it was a lot of fun. And then Penguin's mom picked us up and her and Penguin started like, screaming in these ridiculous accents. And it was incredibly hilarious. I haven't laughed that hard in forever. I had tears rolling down my face.
Butchyeahhh.
For the second time in two years, I have a poem in the literary magazine :) I feel SPESHUL. Except for the part where people whose poems absolutely SUCKED got in, too. So that kind of killed my confidence a little.
But yeahhh.
Okay.
This was... short?
~J*~
Monday, May 4, 2009
Drama Was Supposed to Cease LAST Year.
"My life cannot revolve around her and her schedule. I'm sorry that I have other friends that I like to hang out with, too, and... yeah. So gah. I mean, we're "okay" for now. But like... yeah. I dunno."
You may or may not remember that from my last post. If you don't, see the one right below this one. It's not that hard. Yeah, see, that whole "issue" kind of came back to bite me in the ass and exploded into a million tiny little fragments.
My friendship with Abby is over.
She wanted me to go with her and her mother to get her car's oil changed at 9:00 in the morning. Wtf? Sorry, I wouldn't have fun doing that with ANYONE. Nonetheless, to appease her, I asked my mom, who gave a resounding "no," for which I thanked her later. Abby proceeded to flip a sh!t, and in the process of her doing so, I hung up on her.
Later, I went out for a walk. She saw me and asked me if I wanted to go with her to get her brother. Sure, was my reply, I have nothing better to do. So we're walking, I'm listening to music, no one is talking. She thinks I'm ignoring her, so she tells me to go away. So I do. Later, she calls me telling me that if I cared, I would have stayed, to which my reply was "I don't care - if someone tells me to go away, I'm not going to stick around." Of course, all she heard was "I don't care" and hung up on me.
So blah say blah say blah, this and that, and while I'm watching Carrie for one-fifth of a psychology project with the Penguin and her BFFL, my mom calls me to tell me that Abby called HER crying and basically putting my MOTHER in the middle of it.
Fudgethewhat?
So Abby proceeds to text Penguin about eight bajillion times saying "tell Joey this and that and this."
I'M SO DONE.
Every time I can't do something with HER, every time I have plans with someone that's not HER, she gets pissed off, because I'm not revolving my life around HER. And everytime, she says "Oh I'm sorry blah blah" after her usual guilt trips and pity parties. So why is this time any different, I ask?
It's not.
So yeah.
Done.
Anywayyyy.
So yeah. For the past two weeks, I have been going to Penguins house to watch movies for a psychology project, in which we watch five movies with a partner (off of a list of HUNDREDS of movies) and write a report on the mental disorders one or more of the characters have. So far we've only managed to watch Secret Window, and Carrie. We watched the latter this past weekend, as previously mentioned, and towards the end, Carrie is sitting in a bath tub, rinsing the pig's blood off of her. Penguin's brother comes out of his room, sees this, and, like the typical straight male he is, cries BOOBIES! and runs upstairs to say MOM, THEY'RE WATCHING PORN!
Penguin's mom shrugs this off, but as Carrie stabs her mother, and her mother begins to make awfully orgasm-ish moaning sounds, Penguin's mother cries, "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU WATCHING!?"
Priceless.
Anyway.
So yeah. That's been... life, lately.
I really want to make a blog with Penguin and Nikki Skyline, but Penguin doesn't blog, and Nikki... well, she barely does.
Ho's.
~J*~
You may or may not remember that from my last post. If you don't, see the one right below this one. It's not that hard. Yeah, see, that whole "issue" kind of came back to bite me in the ass and exploded into a million tiny little fragments.
My friendship with Abby is over.
She wanted me to go with her and her mother to get her car's oil changed at 9:00 in the morning. Wtf? Sorry, I wouldn't have fun doing that with ANYONE. Nonetheless, to appease her, I asked my mom, who gave a resounding "no," for which I thanked her later. Abby proceeded to flip a sh!t, and in the process of her doing so, I hung up on her.
Later, I went out for a walk. She saw me and asked me if I wanted to go with her to get her brother. Sure, was my reply, I have nothing better to do. So we're walking, I'm listening to music, no one is talking. She thinks I'm ignoring her, so she tells me to go away. So I do. Later, she calls me telling me that if I cared, I would have stayed, to which my reply was "I don't care - if someone tells me to go away, I'm not going to stick around." Of course, all she heard was "I don't care" and hung up on me.
So blah say blah say blah, this and that, and while I'm watching Carrie for one-fifth of a psychology project with the Penguin and her BFFL, my mom calls me to tell me that Abby called HER crying and basically putting my MOTHER in the middle of it.
Fudgethewhat?
So Abby proceeds to text Penguin about eight bajillion times saying "tell Joey this and that and this."
I'M SO DONE.
Every time I can't do something with HER, every time I have plans with someone that's not HER, she gets pissed off, because I'm not revolving my life around HER. And everytime, she says "Oh I'm sorry blah blah" after her usual guilt trips and pity parties. So why is this time any different, I ask?
It's not.
So yeah.
Done.
Anywayyyy.
So yeah. For the past two weeks, I have been going to Penguins house to watch movies for a psychology project, in which we watch five movies with a partner (off of a list of HUNDREDS of movies) and write a report on the mental disorders one or more of the characters have. So far we've only managed to watch Secret Window, and Carrie. We watched the latter this past weekend, as previously mentioned, and towards the end, Carrie is sitting in a bath tub, rinsing the pig's blood off of her. Penguin's brother comes out of his room, sees this, and, like the typical straight male he is, cries BOOBIES! and runs upstairs to say MOM, THEY'RE WATCHING PORN!
Penguin's mom shrugs this off, but as Carrie stabs her mother, and her mother begins to make awfully orgasm-ish moaning sounds, Penguin's mother cries, "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU WATCHING!?"
Priceless.
Anyway.
So yeah. That's been... life, lately.
I really want to make a blog with Penguin and Nikki Skyline, but Penguin doesn't blog, and Nikki... well, she barely does.
Ho's.
~J*~
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I Need To Get IN SHAPE.
Okay, so I'm not like. Big. But I'm a little bit overweight. And I have pudge. And Boyfriend says he likes the pudge. So I'm kinda like... oh, I don't care. But turns out, I might be lifeguarding this summer. So um... I'm not gonna sit around a poll with my stomach hanging over the waistband of my swimtrunks, kthnx. And I know lifeguards wear shirts. But uhm... Then I'll have a farmer's tan. And that'll just be ewey.
Except for the part where, to be qualified, you have to swim twelve (yes, twelve) laps straight, and then get a ten pound weight from the bottom of the deep end, up to the surface, and swim it across the pool. Blow my life. I think I'm screwed.
Thing is, I think it'd be kinda fun. And it pays really well. So like. It couldn't hurt. I'm going to try. I'm just really nervous. Like, I don't want to start working til the summer. 'Cause my grades were good for third quarter, but now they're kinda... slippingish.
Oh. Okay.
So the Twin (aka BFF main girl Abby - told you I'd get a new name soon) and I got into a fightish thing today. She wanted me to go to this carnival thing with her and her madre and her brother, and my mom was like "No," and the Twin got all pissed off and going on this whole "Your mom doesn't trust me or my parents" thing and it's like... No. Sometimes, mother dearest just says no. Chill. And she's all mad at me because, basically, I have friends and she doesn't.
My life cannot revolve around her and her schedule. I'm sorry that I have other friends that I like to hang out with, too, and... yeah. So gah. I mean, we're "okay" for now. But like... yeah. I dunno.
Hm. A hot shower sounds quite appealing.
Adios.
~J*~
Except for the part where, to be qualified, you have to swim twelve (yes, twelve) laps straight, and then get a ten pound weight from the bottom of the deep end, up to the surface, and swim it across the pool. Blow my life. I think I'm screwed.
Thing is, I think it'd be kinda fun. And it pays really well. So like. It couldn't hurt. I'm going to try. I'm just really nervous. Like, I don't want to start working til the summer. 'Cause my grades were good for third quarter, but now they're kinda... slippingish.
Oh. Okay.
So the Twin (aka BFF main girl Abby - told you I'd get a new name soon) and I got into a fightish thing today. She wanted me to go to this carnival thing with her and her madre and her brother, and my mom was like "No," and the Twin got all pissed off and going on this whole "Your mom doesn't trust me or my parents" thing and it's like... No. Sometimes, mother dearest just says no. Chill. And she's all mad at me because, basically, I have friends and she doesn't.
My life cannot revolve around her and her schedule. I'm sorry that I have other friends that I like to hang out with, too, and... yeah. So gah. I mean, we're "okay" for now. But like... yeah. I dunno.
Hm. A hot shower sounds quite appealing.
Adios.
~J*~
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Spring Break... Not So Break-alicious.
This did not feel like spring break. It felt like a very long, boring weekend. From Friday evening to Monday morning, I was in Manhattan. This was slightly entertaining. It was fun being in a new city that I've only been to once - years ago, so I don't even remember - and it was just... fun. I dunno. I liked it. It woulda been more fun with friends, though.
I saw none of my friends over break. Except BFF main girl Abby (once again, props to Clever Girl Tia for the witty nickname; I'll change it up eventually, I swear). I went outside with her for an hour and a half the other day and chilled. But I didn't get to see the Penguin, or Boyfriend, who was in Williamsburg all break... So wasn't having much fun, either.
It's 11:05 PM, and I have an 88 question study guide to finish. I'm on question... 40. I did a 96 question study guide yesterday and the day before. Stupid psychology -.-
Anyway.
Yeah. I'm ready to go back to school, but only 'cause I miss everyone. And yeah. So I've spent all my break doing... nothing? I might be seeing my friend Joey tomorrow, as well as Abby. But Iono.
This wasn't the Best Break Ever. And I only have one more high school spring break. So that one better be DAMN enjoyable.
So since I was without Facebook for a while, I thought I'd have like, a million notifications and such. But when I got on the other day, after my foray in NYC, I only had 18 notifications. I'm unloved :(
Hah. As if. :)
Anyway.
I've found another series to break me away from my Anita Blake obsession. Except for the part where I'm still totally obsessed. But it's that series that the HBO hit show (that I have yet to see more than ONE episode of -.-) True Blood. I saw the first episode, and I REALLY liked it. I'm reading the first book in this "Sookie Stackhouse series," (who names their child Sookie? Why would you do that? Do you WANT them to be bullybait?) and I like it and all. I'm just not a huge fan of Charlaine Harris' style. It's cute, though :)
I got the 14th Anita Blake, though. And I've read one chapter. And I'm like... :OOO. And I really want to read it. But I have to finish Sookie Stackhouse. Then I'm trying to finish Stephen King's "Insomnia." So I'm like... GAHHHH. "Insomnia" is good and all, very interesting, but it's NOT ANITA BLAKE.
Okay. I sound like a HUGE EFFING NERD RIGHT NOW with my book-talk. Um. Sorry? ><
Anyway.
Okay. I REALLY need to finish this study guide. Well, not finish... but work on? 'Cause this one's not due till Wednesday.
OKAY.
FOR SEALS.
I'M GOING NOW.
OKAY?
Kay.
OH WAIT.
No I'm not.
I'm upset about something :(
My mommy limited my texting. Yeah. I "text too much." And I do. One month it was... upwards of 8000 [blush]. But I cut back by like, 3000! So last month it was around 5000!! :D
But alas, now I only get 1500 a month. So goodbye, Twitter :( GAH.
It's so upsetting.
OKAY ANYWAY GAH STUDYGUIDE ILOVEYOUALL BYE.
~J*~
I saw none of my friends over break. Except BFF main girl Abby (once again, props to Clever Girl Tia for the witty nickname; I'll change it up eventually, I swear). I went outside with her for an hour and a half the other day and chilled. But I didn't get to see the Penguin, or Boyfriend, who was in Williamsburg all break... So wasn't having much fun, either.
It's 11:05 PM, and I have an 88 question study guide to finish. I'm on question... 40. I did a 96 question study guide yesterday and the day before. Stupid psychology -.-
Anyway.
Yeah. I'm ready to go back to school, but only 'cause I miss everyone. And yeah. So I've spent all my break doing... nothing? I might be seeing my friend Joey tomorrow, as well as Abby. But Iono.
This wasn't the Best Break Ever. And I only have one more high school spring break. So that one better be DAMN enjoyable.
So since I was without Facebook for a while, I thought I'd have like, a million notifications and such. But when I got on the other day, after my foray in NYC, I only had 18 notifications. I'm unloved :(
Hah. As if. :)
Anyway.
I've found another series to break me away from my Anita Blake obsession. Except for the part where I'm still totally obsessed. But it's that series that the HBO hit show (that I have yet to see more than ONE episode of -.-) True Blood. I saw the first episode, and I REALLY liked it. I'm reading the first book in this "Sookie Stackhouse series," (who names their child Sookie? Why would you do that? Do you WANT them to be bullybait?) and I like it and all. I'm just not a huge fan of Charlaine Harris' style. It's cute, though :)
I got the 14th Anita Blake, though. And I've read one chapter. And I'm like... :OOO. And I really want to read it. But I have to finish Sookie Stackhouse. Then I'm trying to finish Stephen King's "Insomnia." So I'm like... GAHHHH. "Insomnia" is good and all, very interesting, but it's NOT ANITA BLAKE.
Okay. I sound like a HUGE EFFING NERD RIGHT NOW with my book-talk. Um. Sorry? ><
Anyway.
Okay. I REALLY need to finish this study guide. Well, not finish... but work on? 'Cause this one's not due till Wednesday.
OKAY.
FOR SEALS.
I'M GOING NOW.
OKAY?
Kay.
OH WAIT.
No I'm not.
I'm upset about something :(
My mommy limited my texting. Yeah. I "text too much." And I do. One month it was... upwards of 8000 [blush]. But I cut back by like, 3000! So last month it was around 5000!! :D
But alas, now I only get 1500 a month. So goodbye, Twitter :( GAH.
It's so upsetting.
OKAY ANYWAY GAH STUDYGUIDE ILOVEYOUALL BYE.
~J*~
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Matza Crackers and Peanut Butter - And I'm Not Even Jewish!!
Someone explain to me why people think matza is tasty. Because I do not see (erm... taste?) it. At all. It tastes like cardboard. And it's only good with peanut butter.
(As everyone knows, cardboard is very tasty with peanut butter. Peanut butter is one of the three things that makes a whole lot of foods taste better :D Including parmesan cheese and garlic salt.)
So I had an orthodontist appointment today. And I was informed that I no longer have to come in anymore. I simply have to wear my retainer one night a week - although, the doctor told me I only had to wear it when I thought it was necessary. I'm MATURE ENOUGH TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT MY TEETH!! :D
But, alas, another chapter in my life comes to an end... I've been seeing said orthodontist office since I was a wee lad (11 years old, to be precise - I got my braces on around November of 2003). It's the end of an ERA!!!
Thank. Fudging. GOD.
A.n.y.w.a.y.
I am very excited. I have commenced work on a new story, and I am utterly enthralled with my ability to keep it from drifting into supernaturalness!! But I find the story quite lovely, so far, even though it makes virtually no sense.
Hmph.
I'll figure it all out :)
It sucks, though, because I've reallllly wanted to write lately, and I've had a writer's block. I mean, it'll go away for like, a day, then it'll come back, and I'll be just as D:< grrr as ever.
So grrr to you, writer's block.
~J*~
(As everyone knows, cardboard is very tasty with peanut butter. Peanut butter is one of the three things that makes a whole lot of foods taste better :D Including parmesan cheese and garlic salt.)
So I had an orthodontist appointment today. And I was informed that I no longer have to come in anymore. I simply have to wear my retainer one night a week - although, the doctor told me I only had to wear it when I thought it was necessary. I'm MATURE ENOUGH TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT MY TEETH!! :D
But, alas, another chapter in my life comes to an end... I've been seeing said orthodontist office since I was a wee lad (11 years old, to be precise - I got my braces on around November of 2003). It's the end of an ERA!!!
Thank. Fudging. GOD.
A.n.y.w.a.y.
I am very excited. I have commenced work on a new story, and I am utterly enthralled with my ability to keep it from drifting into supernaturalness!! But I find the story quite lovely, so far, even though it makes virtually no sense.
Hmph.
I'll figure it all out :)
It sucks, though, because I've reallllly wanted to write lately, and I've had a writer's block. I mean, it'll go away for like, a day, then it'll come back, and I'll be just as D:< grrr as ever.
So grrr to you, writer's block.
~J*~
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