I've been needing to update this thing and since I've got 52 minutes to waste before the newest episode of Gossip Girl comes on, well...I've got absolutely nothing else to do. Except this. Yayyy!
First up: Canadia!
The beginning of the trip = crap. But I was interviewed for KPBS. Which was extremely awesome. I also improvised a song about how much American Airlines fails at life for KPBS. Again, awesome.
Commercial break!
When looking for an airline that's reliable, safe, and friendly...don't fly American Airlines.
And now back to our regularly scheduled program.
Anywho, we got to Canadia (finally) and the lady at customs freaking yells at me for saying 'what?' instead of 'pardon?' or 'excuse me?'. wtf. Go back to Quebec. And fuck yourself.
We did a lot of stuff there. Like...
-Saw The Wizard of Oz!
-Worked out at the YMCA and laughed at 'pool foulings'
-Went to THREE different malls--yes, three.
-Had some heart-to-heart talks at THREE IN THE MORNING.
-Were extremely sleep-deprived
-Competed against one other women's choir. And came in second place.
-Met some awesome guys from Dallas, TX
-Two words: O Canada.
-Decided American money should have sparkly stripes like Canadian money
-Tried to walk like the jolly walking man
-Sang in a church
-Impersonated the adjudicator who looked like the Hunchback of Notre Dame doing interpretive dance
-Made friends with an 80-year-old
-Slept on a bus and got multiple embarrassing pictures taken
-Ate ketchup chips and fell in love
-Left our hearts at the top of the CN Tower
-Planned to send clickable Sharpies to Kieth so that he'll vouch for us to come back to the country
-Decided Jessica is a porn star
-Got massages every night from Chelsea
-Had fries for lunch. And nothing else.
-Laughed. A lot. Like, no kidding. It was non-stop.
That's basically it. I couldn't explain all the inside jokes or stuff that we did. It's kinda hard to justify.
Second on the agenda: Schoolsuck
I can't really believe it, but I'm not failing English. Like, wow. I haven't turned in an essay (among other things) and I've still got a 63%. Holy shit. I'm clearly made of awesome.
Senior activities were cool...well, they would have been if I'd actually BEEN THERE. Yeah. I got sick. With the fucking flu. omgwtfbbq. I'm pissed. I heard the comedy group was amazing and it would have been totally amazing to chill with friends on Thursday. But no. I was there on Monday (I ditched English, go figure), Tuesday (in which I spent the entire time doing a practice AP test), and Friday (which I felt nauseous throughout). Last week can definitely be classified as schoolsuck.
Third: Nerdfighters and Gossip Girl
OMG. John and Hank Green are...amazing. I understand why everyone's so in love with them. They're fantastic. And hysterical. John especially. I really want to read his books now.
"Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady, lady, lady, John Green!!"
Plus, Lauren says Finding Alaska is a great book. Personally, I'm looking forward to the book that comes out in September. :D
So, basically, I watched two and a half months worth of brotherhood 2.0 in the past three hours because I couldn't stand to wait for Gossip Girl tonight. I've seen the four sneak preview clips from CWTV on youtube and it looks soooooooooooooo freakin' good. It's ridiculous. I can't WAIT.
28 minutes and counting.
Ummmmmmm...what to talk about.
Ooh! My new computer! Well, okay, it's not new. My old C drive was fried from a virus, so my dad gave me a new one and put most of my old on on a different drive. He failed to get all my wizard rock and, more depressingly, my sims.
If you've never played a legacy on sims (or, God forbid, never played sims), they take FOREVER. What with custom content slowing down the game and sims taking forever to age and get through university...it just takes a really long time.
I started my legacy with Lauren and Alex, both wizard rockers who will eventually end up married, even if Alex was and sometimes still is a douche bag to Lauren (in real life, that is).
Anyways, I started with them, both family aspiring sims. They had their first daughter, Bethany. She was hideous. Not gonna lie. Then they had twins, Sabrina and Salem (yes, I am that cruel). Sabrina = gorgeous. She was my legacy heir. Salem wasn't too bad, but he needed a nose job, like, pronto, so I put Bethany in uni studying drama. I figured she'd be able to fix her face AND Salem's eventually. After them came another set of twins, Zoe and Darren. Zoe was pretty, but Darren was...well, he definitely wasn't hot. But he wasn't as hideous as Bethany, either. Anyways, after them came Milo and...his brother. Can't remember his name. Then I went to university and paired everyone up, except for Sabrina who didn't go to uni and got married to Fletcher Berkowitz, who, oddly enough, is the father of Katy, who married Salem. But it's not incestuous at all. Katy's mother never actually existed, so...anyways...
Darren got engaged to Michelle Kearney (the one townie who was actually pretty enough to maybe produce pretty children) and ended up getting her pregnant, so they moved out of the dorm and into their own house where they raised a daughter, Athalia. Athalia was not black, but I thought she deserved a name that was...out there. So I flipped to a random page in my baby name book and gave her the first unusual name I found. Michelle and Darren graduated, moved into a house down the street from Alex and Lauren, got married, and had a son. I don't remember what his name was 'cause I only had him in the game for half an hour before I quit the game. Little did I know that I would never start up that game again to show those characters any more love and affection. Sabrina never gave birth to her first child. Salem never got his nose job. Bethany never stopped being ugly. Hell, Zoe didn't even have the chance to get engaged to her boyfriend. And Athalia never even got her first kiss.
:(
It was a sad, sad day.
But I can't reflect anymore because Gossip Girl starts in five minutes.
Bye, loves!!!!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Moms + Hospitals = Speculation
So, Lucy's mom just got out of the hospital, once the doctors got their act together and actually figured out what the hell was going on with her. Now Reesa's mom's in the hospital with a kidney stone that was supposed to pass on its own. They gave her pain meds and sent her on her merry way, and now she's got a temperature of 100 degrees and she can't stand up without getting dizzy.
I don't get it. First Anne's mom, then Lucy's, now Reesa's. It makes me wonder when it'll be my mom's turn. I used to worry a lot my junior year when my mom wasn't on anti-depressants. I think, maybe, that's what made my junior year so shitty. That and my huge fight with Lucy that took us forever to overcome. But I used to wonder everyday if I'd come home and find out that my mom had committed suicide 'cause she thought she was a bad mother and had nothing to live for. She scared me when she talked like that. She scared Rissy, too. But what were we supposed to do? Dad wasn't home and Mom was...depressed. Suicidal. I didn't want to go to school and I didn't want to come home afterwards 'cause I didn't want to know what had happened while I was gone.
I wasn't just worried because she's my mom. I love her. She's not always the best mother in the world, but, c'mon, she's my mom. No, the reason I was worried was because Anne had just lost her mom. I mean, it was a little different considering the fact that Mrs. J was sick for over a decade before she died, but my mom had a serious mental illness. She dug up some repressed memories and I think they pushed her over the edge. She wasn't always so crazy. She used to have fits of rage when she was still in college and I was in kindergarten. I remember one time, she flipped the coffee table over, slipped on her way into the kitchen, and broke her pinky. She was crying in the middle of the floor and I was crying because I was scared out of my mind. For God's sake, I was five. What was I supposed to do?
I don't think she remembers what was going on before she broke her finger. Every once in a while, she brings up her crooked finger, and all I can think of is, "You flipped the coffee table that day because you were mad at the world. And me."
When things like that happened, I would always go to the balcony. That was back when we lived in a two-story house. There was a balcony outside my dad's office (later it became my room once Rissy was born) and I would sit on it, talking to myself until I felt better. I didn't need someone to talk to. I was content with exploring my emotions on my own. I still do that. I still pull away when people ask me what I'm thinking or feeling. I can figure it out on my own, given the time. Sometimes, I write it down. That's why I ended my fight with Lucy with a letter. I can express myself in written words much easier than in spoken words, mainly because after a while I realized that my parents could just stick their head out the kitchen door and hear whatever I was saying to myself. I started reading avidly then. I would immerse myself in fantasy fiction. Somehow, that helped, too. I could relate to characters and get out all my feelings through them.
Wow. Walk down memory lane.
I don't think I've had so much inner reflection in a long time. It's hard for me to look at myself sometimes. I don't think I like me very much. There are parts of me that I love. And there are parts of me that I wish didn't exist. My parents used to ask me why I wasn't more like so-and-so whenever I disappointed them. It kind of made me wonder why I wasn't good enough that I couldn't just be myself.
Fuck. I'm crying.
I don't get it. First Anne's mom, then Lucy's, now Reesa's. It makes me wonder when it'll be my mom's turn. I used to worry a lot my junior year when my mom wasn't on anti-depressants. I think, maybe, that's what made my junior year so shitty. That and my huge fight with Lucy that took us forever to overcome. But I used to wonder everyday if I'd come home and find out that my mom had committed suicide 'cause she thought she was a bad mother and had nothing to live for. She scared me when she talked like that. She scared Rissy, too. But what were we supposed to do? Dad wasn't home and Mom was...depressed. Suicidal. I didn't want to go to school and I didn't want to come home afterwards 'cause I didn't want to know what had happened while I was gone.
I wasn't just worried because she's my mom. I love her. She's not always the best mother in the world, but, c'mon, she's my mom. No, the reason I was worried was because Anne had just lost her mom. I mean, it was a little different considering the fact that Mrs. J was sick for over a decade before she died, but my mom had a serious mental illness. She dug up some repressed memories and I think they pushed her over the edge. She wasn't always so crazy. She used to have fits of rage when she was still in college and I was in kindergarten. I remember one time, she flipped the coffee table over, slipped on her way into the kitchen, and broke her pinky. She was crying in the middle of the floor and I was crying because I was scared out of my mind. For God's sake, I was five. What was I supposed to do?
I don't think she remembers what was going on before she broke her finger. Every once in a while, she brings up her crooked finger, and all I can think of is, "You flipped the coffee table that day because you were mad at the world. And me."
When things like that happened, I would always go to the balcony. That was back when we lived in a two-story house. There was a balcony outside my dad's office (later it became my room once Rissy was born) and I would sit on it, talking to myself until I felt better. I didn't need someone to talk to. I was content with exploring my emotions on my own. I still do that. I still pull away when people ask me what I'm thinking or feeling. I can figure it out on my own, given the time. Sometimes, I write it down. That's why I ended my fight with Lucy with a letter. I can express myself in written words much easier than in spoken words, mainly because after a while I realized that my parents could just stick their head out the kitchen door and hear whatever I was saying to myself. I started reading avidly then. I would immerse myself in fantasy fiction. Somehow, that helped, too. I could relate to characters and get out all my feelings through them.
Wow. Walk down memory lane.
I don't think I've had so much inner reflection in a long time. It's hard for me to look at myself sometimes. I don't think I like me very much. There are parts of me that I love. And there are parts of me that I wish didn't exist. My parents used to ask me why I wasn't more like so-and-so whenever I disappointed them. It kind of made me wonder why I wasn't good enough that I couldn't just be myself.
Fuck. I'm crying.
Friday, April 4, 2008
04/04/08
AKA Senior Ditch Day. Also, the best day of my life. Even though it only started 16 minutes ago.
I'll probably write tonight about everything. It should be a lot of fun. I'm only going to choir 'cause, let's face it, we need practice and there are only 5 days left until Canada. And I'm just getting my voice back to full power. I need to be there.
After choir, Reesa and I are going to In-n-Out for the most amazing food in California, and then we're going back to her house to watch Enchanted and other movies with the ever gorgeous James Marsden. :P
That's pretty much all I had to say. It's late. I've been reading fictionpress. Trying to find new stories to get hooked on. I've found three so far, so maybe it won't be so torturous waiting for Myrika and SouledChampion to update. Ugh.
I need to write. It's been weeks since I've been really inspired to continue my newest story. If I read a good book or two (or a couple stories), I'll probably find something in me that will propel me to finish chapter 2 of 'How Do You Solve a Problem Like Mr. Right?'
You never know, though.
So, I'm tired. Ridiculously. Tired. The US history video project took forever. And I had to leave music out of it 'cause my computer was being a butt. Grr.
Like I said, it's late. I need to go to bed.
Goooooood night!
I'll probably write tonight about everything. It should be a lot of fun. I'm only going to choir 'cause, let's face it, we need practice and there are only 5 days left until Canada. And I'm just getting my voice back to full power. I need to be there.
After choir, Reesa and I are going to In-n-Out for the most amazing food in California, and then we're going back to her house to watch Enchanted and other movies with the ever gorgeous James Marsden. :P
That's pretty much all I had to say. It's late. I've been reading fictionpress. Trying to find new stories to get hooked on. I've found three so far, so maybe it won't be so torturous waiting for Myrika and SouledChampion to update. Ugh.
I need to write. It's been weeks since I've been really inspired to continue my newest story. If I read a good book or two (or a couple stories), I'll probably find something in me that will propel me to finish chapter 2 of 'How Do You Solve a Problem Like Mr. Right?'
You never know, though.
So, I'm tired. Ridiculously. Tired. The US history video project took forever. And I had to leave music out of it 'cause my computer was being a butt. Grr.
Like I said, it's late. I need to go to bed.
Goooooood night!
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