I live for nights spent in tall grasses, missing sunsets for aloe rubs, and being freezing but not being able to tell because of the heat emanating from my sunburns. I'm going to to have an angst attack when you're gone, I already know.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Je ne fais pas la tristesse
Off to Kenton, Manitoba, with a raging sunburn, a brand-new playlist full of Glee, Sarah McLachlan, Train, and Jack Johnson, a full bag and a dread of August the 4th.
I live for nights spent in tall grasses, missing sunsets for aloe rubs, and being freezing but not being able to tell because of the heat emanating from my sunburns. I'm going to to have an angst attack when you're gone, I already know.
I live for nights spent in tall grasses, missing sunsets for aloe rubs, and being freezing but not being able to tell because of the heat emanating from my sunburns. I'm going to to have an angst attack when you're gone, I already know.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Ils ont recu a essuyer le moutard de ma chemise
I guess it would be time for another blog post. My problem is that because it is summer, I'm not actually feeling as much teenage angst that can be changed directly into seed for my bloggy musings. I'm not complaining, mind you. I also don't have any homework to do, which means I spend less time on the computer, which means I spend less time on the computer supposed to be doing homework but looking for any other possible thing to amuse me. Neanmoins, here we are. Behold; my current thoughts on life as we know it.
The sun coming out amuses me.
My unfortunately small paycheck from the Stampede does not. I'm quite put out. I need a real job. But I don't have time. Well, technically I do right now. But not actually. Because piano is occupying a frustrating amount of my time...however, August 17 is looming like a final math exam or a cloud of smelly, cuticle-biting insects. (Note the use of simile here. English 30 AP, here I come...)
A sidenote, on Anglish 30 AP:
Anyone who does not fall under the following categories, don't join English 30 AP. We don't want you. We don't like you. You're going to ruin our fun with pretentious ideas and you're going to get shut down by our loud, unsanguine opinions.
-If you are part of the Literate Four
-If you are Kaylie Hanna
-If you were in English 20 AP
So overall this only encompasses about 20 people.
Just to warn you also, if you're thinking of joining English 30 AP and you're not on this list, you know that rumor that Allison Carter was a cat in a past life, it's true. She was a feral jaguar cross Basilisk and she still retains many of her feral Jaguilisk skills. Just saying.
You are going to be far, far away in a short, short time.
I can't stand it. I need time to put my ducks in a row.
You are my duck. My one duck. But you're hard to put in a row, because you keep jumping off and running about and you won't stay still so you'll have to stay with me until I can put you in row where you belong.
The sun coming out amuses me.
My unfortunately small paycheck from the Stampede does not. I'm quite put out. I need a real job. But I don't have time. Well, technically I do right now. But not actually. Because piano is occupying a frustrating amount of my time...however, August 17 is looming like a final math exam or a cloud of smelly, cuticle-biting insects. (Note the use of simile here. English 30 AP, here I come...)
A sidenote, on Anglish 30 AP:
Anyone who does not fall under the following categories, don't join English 30 AP. We don't want you. We don't like you. You're going to ruin our fun with pretentious ideas and you're going to get shut down by our loud, unsanguine opinions.
-If you are part of the Literate Four
-If you are Kaylie Hanna
-If you were in English 20 AP
So overall this only encompasses about 20 people.
Just to warn you also, if you're thinking of joining English 30 AP and you're not on this list, you know that rumor that Allison Carter was a cat in a past life, it's true. She was a feral jaguar cross Basilisk and she still retains many of her feral Jaguilisk skills. Just saying.
You are going to be far, far away in a short, short time.
I can't stand it. I need time to put my ducks in a row.
You are my duck. My one duck. But you're hard to put in a row, because you keep jumping off and running about and you won't stay still so you'll have to stay with me until I can put you in row where you belong.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Moi, qui tombe par ailleurs
Falling off the wayside feels like hating yourself for something you consciously do
Or...yeah.
I've been too tired to blog, what with Stampede and piano and all- I'm updating with my hope my computer doesn't crash on me, which it has been doing all day for no apparent reason. Tomorrow if it keeps up with this behaviour I fear I will have to a) resort to the kind of unkind treatment Kaylie bestows upon her computer when it misbehaves (i.e. put the fear of throwing it out the window in its high-tech robot mind) or b) making my father fix it. I feel bad about option b), however, just because my father had to spend a while fixing a phone I screwed up the other day and it seems unfair that because technology doesn't like me and enjoys causing me misfortunes that he should have to suffer as well.
I'm a little bit OCD. Baby, I'm scared of becoming someone insane who you can't possibly stand to sit next to on a train, leastly someone who you can't bear to spend time with because of my issues. But I don't understand...bleh. Stuff.
Anyways...I'm pushing my luck with how long my computer is holding out for. I better post.
Or...yeah.
I've been too tired to blog, what with Stampede and piano and all- I'm updating with my hope my computer doesn't crash on me, which it has been doing all day for no apparent reason. Tomorrow if it keeps up with this behaviour I fear I will have to a) resort to the kind of unkind treatment Kaylie bestows upon her computer when it misbehaves (i.e. put the fear of throwing it out the window in its high-tech robot mind) or b) making my father fix it. I feel bad about option b), however, just because my father had to spend a while fixing a phone I screwed up the other day and it seems unfair that because technology doesn't like me and enjoys causing me misfortunes that he should have to suffer as well.
I'm a little bit OCD. Baby, I'm scared of becoming someone insane who you can't possibly stand to sit next to on a train, leastly someone who you can't bear to spend time with because of my issues. But I don't understand...bleh. Stuff.
Anyways...I'm pushing my luck with how long my computer is holding out for. I better post.
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Les poissons, les poissons
When I go into stalker mode and look at all the things you post to other people and all your pictures where you aren't looking at the camera thinking of me, it makes me wish that I was involved somehow, someway. Because feeling connected to you is feeling at home and feeling warm bubbly kisses on my clavicles.
On the matter of Disney princesses
Hannah, don't bitch just because Rachel got a boring princess in the first place and I thought it would be nice to give her a better one that suited her so much more accurately. I love you too, just as equally, and I just wanted you to be tagged in the picture as well, and I thought that seems how you like to sleep, sleep in, and be a little teensy bit late for some very important dates because of aforementioned sleeping patterns, you fit the temporary frame of Sleeping Beauty. Because Hannah, you are also a beauty. So there you are. But if you would still rather be Odette who frankly is just as unintelligent as Sleeping Beauty, plus has the added negative of being part bird and having a compLETELY sexist prince on her trail of bird excrement, that's your decision. I just wanted to include you in the picture is all. Because I'm a nice person.
Why does NOBODY think I'm a nice person?
I have nice hair. Doesn't that count for something?
I want cake. My boyfriend and I are going to have a cake-oriented night. I'm not sure how we will accomplish this, but it will be put up to further discussion.
On the matter of Disney princesses
Hannah, don't bitch just because Rachel got a boring princess in the first place and I thought it would be nice to give her a better one that suited her so much more accurately. I love you too, just as equally, and I just wanted you to be tagged in the picture as well, and I thought that seems how you like to sleep, sleep in, and be a little teensy bit late for some very important dates because of aforementioned sleeping patterns, you fit the temporary frame of Sleeping Beauty. Because Hannah, you are also a beauty. So there you are. But if you would still rather be Odette who frankly is just as unintelligent as Sleeping Beauty, plus has the added negative of being part bird and having a compLETELY sexist prince on her trail of bird excrement, that's your decision. I just wanted to include you in the picture is all. Because I'm a nice person.
Why does NOBODY think I'm a nice person?
I have nice hair. Doesn't that count for something?
I want cake. My boyfriend and I are going to have a cake-oriented night. I'm not sure how we will accomplish this, but it will be put up to further discussion.
Monday, July 05, 2010
Les pensees d'aujourd'hui
:Summer playlists of men who sound like women are as rockin' as a big bowl of chicky.
:There's a large picture of a cat on the back of my crossword today. I take this as a good omen.
:Singing is fun, singing is good, singing is medicine for my swirly whirly head.
:I have an urge to hike, to dance, to see Paris in the rain, to drink lemonade and throw rocks at trains.
:I wish July would last forever. August is full of things that frighten and excite me. But when it comes, it will be gone too soon.
:Then comes small decisions, settling into routines, dressing up and waking up, breaks from routines, big decisions, larger decisions, titles of John Mayer songs, huger decisions, and humongous unanswerable questions that loom overhead in big hot air balloons that I will never be able to travel in because of my fear of heights.
:I have a problem. It's called paranoia and it's called I worry and it's called lunch with Hannah!
:Stupid clouds. Stop crashing into me.
:There's a large picture of a cat on the back of my crossword today. I take this as a good omen.
:Singing is fun, singing is good, singing is medicine for my swirly whirly head.
:I have an urge to hike, to dance, to see Paris in the rain, to drink lemonade and throw rocks at trains.
:I wish July would last forever. August is full of things that frighten and excite me. But when it comes, it will be gone too soon.
:Then comes small decisions, settling into routines, dressing up and waking up, breaks from routines, big decisions, larger decisions, titles of John Mayer songs, huger decisions, and humongous unanswerable questions that loom overhead in big hot air balloons that I will never be able to travel in because of my fear of heights.
:I have a problem. It's called paranoia and it's called I worry and it's called lunch with Hannah!
:Stupid clouds. Stop crashing into me.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Voici le "scoop"
I know I'm hard to put up with. I'm unstable, I'm needy, and I'm always sleepy.
I also need to feel needed.
I take into account the smallest, most miniscule things you do and blow them up to unreasonable proportions.
I get into moods that you and I both hate.
I need to be embraced, touched, loved. But I don't like grass down my shirt.
And I need to consider the looming threat of what you don't want to talk about, because if you don't want to talk about it, it makes me feel like it's okay to leave it up to chance. And I can't leave something like this up to chance. I have faith in you where maybe you do not. Maybe I'm selfish but if you don't understand that I can't survive like this, here, then I don't think you understand me as well as I think you do. That hurts. Because I think I unrealistically need you to get by day-to-day. And if you don't think that that will be a problem for you, then
why
The most gratifying personal achievement in this world is knowing for someone, you made a world of difference; you helped them see the light.
Okay, but that's not enough for me. I want people to know me.
And I want to save the whales.
I also need to feel needed.
I take into account the smallest, most miniscule things you do and blow them up to unreasonable proportions.
I get into moods that you and I both hate.
I need to be embraced, touched, loved. But I don't like grass down my shirt.
And I need to consider the looming threat of what you don't want to talk about, because if you don't want to talk about it, it makes me feel like it's okay to leave it up to chance. And I can't leave something like this up to chance. I have faith in you where maybe you do not. Maybe I'm selfish but if you don't understand that I can't survive like this, here, then I don't think you understand me as well as I think you do. That hurts. Because I think I unrealistically need you to get by day-to-day. And if you don't think that that will be a problem for you, then
why
The most gratifying personal achievement in this world is knowing for someone, you made a world of difference; you helped them see the light.
Okay, but that's not enough for me. I want people to know me.
And I want to save the whales.
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