things

Things I am loving at the moment:

Netflix
Pantslessness
The shirt Heaven lent me, which I hope she never asks me to give back
Peppermint body butter
Brick, the movie
my mom's chocolate chip cookies with a mug of three wishes tea

Things I am not loving at the moment:

Spots on my face, too much acne to embrace the person behind them
oh wait, that's it.
God, if you are real, which I do have some serious doubts about,
please please please make my skin not ugly.
also, please make my dad stop chewing tobacco again... his eyes are all veiny, and red, I think he is depressed because he hates his job.
and so are my mom's. but she has a book to finish writing by the end of february, because that allows her to leave and go on tour for three months again.


please make the buzzing in the walls of my room stop existing.

Some things I've written in the past... Sooo...long...agoooooo...

I figured I should post one of the non-finished stories I've written in Ashworth's class.... It kinda makes no sense... and goes no where. But I like it. That's Writing for Stage and Screen for ya. HERE WE GO! Fasten yer seat belts, folks:

Vixens of the First Water
Bollocks.

"SAMANTHA, WHY ARE YOU LATE FOR MY CLASS FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!?"

Of course I couldn't say 'I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Baffin, but I positively despise you, so I wait outside your room every day five minutes after class starts to spite you' because, although true, it wouldn't necessarily help me out in this situation.

" Well, Samantha?" said Ms. Baffin, droplets of spit escaping her maw of eternal garlic breath. Nay, the maw of decaayy.

" Sorry Ms. Baffin, I'll be on time tomorrow..." I said not looking in her eyes.
In her prime, Ms. Baffin could have actually been attractive...Maybe... Probably not. Even then shades of cruelty and horrible fashion sense must have eliminated any beauty she may or may not have posessed. Today, she was adorned in a disgusting lime green cardigan, with a tight fitting white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt. Loafers barely encased her gargantuan feet. She looked like a stout, old bowling pin.

If her clothes weren't evidence enough of her troll-like tendencies, her face would surely inform you of her birth parents. She had thinning ginger hair, but a full and lucious ginger unibrow, a squared off jaw, straight nose, beady eyes and purple cats-eye glasses. With one of those disgusting fake pearl necklace type gadgets to hold her glasses 'round her neck if she'd like to free herself from their purple embrace. She spoke again,

"Samantha , you must learn to respect your teachers, and show up to class prepared, and on time. Go to your seat now, you wretched girl." Then she turned away from me.

Hallelujah, I can breathe. I sat down beside one of my best mates, Jasmine. She was trying ( and failing, miserably) at not laughing at my entrance.

" Sammy, why do you insist on testing her many chins to their maximun jiggle levels?"
" Becaause, Jazzy I find it hilarious." I told her, as if she should know this already, and looked straight ahead trying not to smile.

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Tsukushi is such an IDIOT. Anyway. I hope you enjoyed that :)

OH MY GOD THE MOST INTENSE THING EVER!!!

I don't actually have anything to say.

I just felt like I should post.

I bet you're feeling really let down now.

Well suck it up.

When have I ever had anything really intense to say?

So you and your false hope can go die in a hole.

With a possum.

And Isidoro.

And you'll lie there dying. And Isidoro won't be able to help you.

Cause he is busy beating up a possum.

Cause that's what raccoons do.

Or at least that's what they do in my head.

They beat up possums.

In front of dying people.

Okay I'm done now.

Mortality

I think at the speed of gods, but am limited by my mortality. I idealize beyond the human barriers, but am contained by new ones. My mind always open, pushing against the cage. I fight with the will of hundreds, but am limited by my one body. I have strength to overcome, but I do not have the hands to wield my swords. I feel with the passion of emotion itself, but am limited by my own selfish desires. I believe with the faith of a thousand wise men, but am limited by my own human interpretation of god. I see with the intensity of the sun's gaze, but am limited by my watery sphere. I hear with the beat of a thousand drums, but am limited by my poor concentration. I taste with an eruption of flavour, and yet I am limited by my knowledge of one taste. I live with the power of a god, contained by a mortal, waiting to be shown the world.

Ahhh....

Hehehehe, another Poke Post...
Rosehip tea with milk is actually really good. it's all smoothy smooth and cream-esque.

Semester 2

I apparently have math 4th and Science 2nd....

Hey, gay man..... I am so sad right now you have no idea. I could cry. Like, for real.

He sits alone, watching people pass by. He shivers from the cold. He can't understand why. He's out of place, lost, waiting for something to come back to him. The people who do notice him stop to talk, but eventually they all leave him to be swallowed by the cold. Caged, cold, and broken. Alone with his watery eyes. We know he'll be alright, but nothing we say can make him see they'll come back to him. Someone save him. He's all alone. He looks at me as I walk away. Every step I take tears wounds in his frozen skin. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

Ohhh anime~~~

BOYS OVER FLOWERS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A COMEDY!! WTF D:
A girl is ostracized from all her friends, and she gets like, beat up and mocked every day. D: Its actually quite sad. But the main character is rally a strong-willed girl, and shes cute. Which makes it better...but also worse, because I don't want her to be bullied. TSUKUUSSHHIII D:
I may as well become a herbivorous mammal.

Hokey pokey

Jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump.

And you turn yourself around, and that's what it is all about.

IF ONLY FLEDER MAUS. YOU WISH THAT THAT WAS ALL.

If I could dance, perhaps the world's problems would be solved. Hmmm. Keep practicing. And reading and informing and helping and laughing and NOT making others uncomfortable. Sit and Wonder, those boys of the Verve were on to something. INDEPENDENCY DESPITE GLOBALIZATION.

This is gold. If only I had thought of this before my social midterm. Thanks to Barbara Kingsolver for getting me through that one.

Who wants to have a stimulating conversation (again)?

Relief *siiigh*

Sooooo relieved.
Like, srsly. :)
I had my social studies essay today, and I think I actually did quite well. We'll see after it's marked because Ms. Mckraken says that she'll go over it with me...or without her, because she made me cry last time...XD I think she felt really bad after though. And I felt silly for crying. But, that's life I suppose.

AND I also had to do a french oral presentation today, and that was humiliating. But really hilarious, I guess. Cause it was about superheros. Environmentally friendly superheros. En Francais. ( I am such a dork...not even in a good way...in an acne-ridden-pokemon-nerdy-tech kind of way. I'll be a pale virgin when I grow old. And then I'll be all grey haired. and if THAT'S not sexy I don't know what is...) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA <3 Oh I love you all so very, very much. Here's hoping we all get through exams alright (Even though I only have to do my social multiple choice now...Hehehehehe, suckaaasss ;) )

EWEWEWEWEW

Apparently my sister has watched porn. WTF.

Journey

Her shoes squeak on the wet pavement as the rain dances around her. Her hair floating, electrified by the air's humidity. She walks with a purpose, direction, and yet she has no steady destination. She lives for the journey, to feel the energy in every step. To many, she seems lost, but she knows what she wants. To me she is beauty.

Toffee Bars

We haven't posted often recently. And although I have nothing to say really, I feel that something should be said, so I shall do a recipe in the spirit of Fledermaus

1 cup brown sugar

1 cup butter

2 cups flower

some vanilla ( I can't remember how much)

2 cups chocolate chips

1. cream butter, then add brown sugar and cream some more

2. add vanilla

3.add flour slowly, do not over-mix

4.stir in chocolate chips

5.press into lightly greased baking sheet and bake until golden brown

6.once out of oven, cut into squares and cool

7.enjoy yummy goodness

Hope you like it, it is quite delicious I must say.

2011

Yeah, well...Arnold and I are happy <3

Party like it's 2011.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTA3r-0GKW4&feature=player_embedded#!