i'm addicted to this felony.

I don't know,
but I find these 5os parodies quite amusing.


So I watched a very intriguing movie yesterday.



Amazing.
My soft spot for French films is increasing with each movie I watch.
It's a deep and very adult-themed film about a girl in Iran growing up during the civil war.
Her life was dark, tragic, but with comical moments.
Her cynical, mischevious grandmother is my hero forever.
And now, I have the deepest sympathy for those poor Muslim women there. To deal with that shiz, I personally wouldn't be able to deal with it. I admired the main character, Marji, for her spunk and bravery. Kudos to you, girl.

Anyway.
Watch it people!

upon ourselves do we ask this boggler.

Let's take a look at the inside of a delicious tall Vanilla Latte with Whole Milk from our beloved Starbucks.

• 240 calories.
• Total carbs: 29g
• Sugars: 28g
• Cholestrol: 30 mg
• To burn off these 240 calories, you can surf f0r 70 minutes
• Or bust a level 3 on a trendmill for also 70 minutes.

Worth it?

Most definitely.

But for those who want to go a bit slimmer, next time order a tall Chai and spare 155 calories approximately.

conclusion that will love me to the end of this tale.

The main theme for high school is if you do something different, you're a freak.

Today, I decided to spice things up a bit and style my hair in the back like this young gentleman here:



To say in the least, I got quite the attention when arriving to school and walking innocently to my locker.

Friends and many aquaitances ran up to me and exclaimed their admiration. Haughty and cocky upperclassmen as well as emo-wanna be Freshmen turned up their noses and sniffed.
Well, dears, frankly you just don't have the guts to do this.
Just basing that off that fact that I've NEVER seen anyone at my school do that.
A regular mohawk, sure. But not mine.
To be honest, I'm rather pleased wiht myself for not letting those dorks get in my way of expressing myself.
Why stick to the same rut and not veer off for a little?

Hair is my passion.

reconsidering life choices.

Seriously considering this way of life.

Who's with me?

Check this rizzle out.

These bands I've come to really be fond of.

They need more attention for their amazing talent!

• Silversun Pickups
• Imperial Teen
• The Soviettes
• A Rocket to the Moon
• Ludo
• Definition Plexus
• Playradioplay!
• Nevershoutnever!
• Hey Monday
• Glasvegas
• Backseat Goodbye
• Versaemerge

So yeah. YouTube a couple and listen to 'em.

<3

need some junk to chew on.

Once in a blue moon you find yourself in a situation that there seems to be no freaking good way out.

My blue moon has been shining bright and true for the past week.

Tell me if this sounds familiar to you:

The good ol' love triangle!

Oh, yay.

Even the ever-wise madre patted me on the back and laughed, "Good luck on this one, sis."

Thanks. Thanks a whole bunch.

Anyway.

Story:

You've liked best guy friend for a while but back off cause girl best friend likes best friend guy, who told GBF that he thought of her as a sister and nothing more. After break up with loser ex, you and BGF admit to liking each other. Well, you two wanna date but what about GBF? "Somehow" she finds out about you two and gets upset, but doens't attack. You and BGF decide to wait, but how long will it take GBF to move on? You hate hurting her and don't want to be selfish, which 'some' people are freaking out on you for.

Bad situation, no?

It's a doozy.

have a nice life, miss sobriety.

Break-ups.

The very word sends an unwelcome shiver to my core.

Unfortunately, sometimes you've got to do what's best for you and him. You must be brave and say the word. Because it's what is right, even if you hate doing it.

Like they say: What happens will happen. What will be, will be.

Post-break-up is the worst time for me. I'm still processing everything that was said. Everything that was done. Everything in our past. Every word, every smile, every laugh, every kiss, every embrace. And that hurts. So much.

I know my ladies out there here me on this. Maybe the gents as well.

We all have different ways of handling this state of depression.

Some resort to beer and highs. Not the best way to handle anything, at all. It does nothing for your benefit.
Others break down and instantly crawl back to their ex-lover and cry, "I didn't mean it, take me back!" Which is sad and somewhat pathetic. I can't help but feel sympathy for these people.
And there are those like me that grab the dark chocolate covered espresso beans, choking on tears, and sit in front of the television watching "Interview With a Vampire" and "Wayne's World 2". This type is the indulging type.

But I'm also the kind to lay in bed all day, just laying there. Doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, living my past experiences. This is if nobody motivates me.

Who honestly does the 'right way to handle that situation'? By that I mean looking at the positive aspects and going on with a huge smile on your face. Everybody falls into a rut. In time they will move on, but not like that so soon.

And don't you hate it when you can't make people understand your pain? Even though they say the do, they don't. Because this is YOUR pain. Not theirs. They can't feel YOURS.
And that's what adds to the hurt.

cut me down with a blunt butter knife and call me suzy.

You know that turns out to be really good for you?
Watching incredibly, mind-blowing stupid movies.
Like the newly released (somewhat) "Journey to the Center of the Earth".
Oh my god, it is so typical Disney material, you're laughing at every idiotic/supposed-to-be-hilarious line and move.
Seriously.
I'm sure a guy could really take on a dozen man-eating plants at once and then make a big show of punching the last one in the throat and ripping off his sleeve as if to say, "Yeah. I am the very symbol of macho. Worship me, ladies."
Oh, please save us from this embarrassment!
No wonder foreign films are so much better than America's.
Anyway, it's good watching stupid movies once in a while because you need something to laugh at and it shows you just how good other ones are compared to that piece of crap.

Some conversations I thought was amusing:

(me on the phone with Bo, mum-s ex and good friend)
Bo- Hey, is your mom there?
Me- Uhm, no actually. They're at church.
Bo- Oh. Why aren't you with them.
Me- ...I slept in.
Bo- Good excuse.
Me- Yeah.
Bo- Keep up the good work.
Me- No problem.

(me and mum in the kitchen just now)
Me- So, I've been sticking with the apple a day thing.
Mum- Noticed any benefits yet?
Me- Uh, no not really. Am I supposed to?
Mum- Well, they'vre packed with a lot of vitamins that are really good for your skin. And it's got silicone.
Me (looking at apple)- Don't they use that for boob jobs?
Mum- Different kind.
Me- Ah.

(Online conversation between the b-fraan and I)
Ben- My interpretation of you ---> l
Me- My interpretation of you ---> O

feet in different slippers.

Christmas in... five days. A week, to be techinal (not counting week ends). And, quite frankly, my family has no idea what the hell we are doing.
I just really hope someway I can get an opportunity to introduce Ben to the fam-fam (not parents, more of the siblings/in-laws type of fam-fam). I mean, Geez, give me a chance.

Anywho. Presents (of the scarf variety) are being finished and handed out early. Some will have to wait. Yesterday I had received gifts of my own from Cath and her family. Very exciting. They exactly what I like (Starbucks chocolate, Jones Cream Soda, Victoria's Secret perfume, freshwateer pearls, and so much other sweet, darling stocking stuffers. Not to mention a hand-glass blown orange Les Paul figurine of which I adore).

Unfortunately, I have not received a single rose nor iTunes gift card. But I shant raise my hopes to high. I've learned not to have great expectations. Somehow whenever I do, they are shot down most unkindly.
There seems to be a pattern here.

it came a blossom fright.

Christmas time is here. And, oh, it shows. Snow has miserably fallen out of self-humored spite and laughs at my unavoidable suffering. Why, oh WHY does this depressing state have to be so cold? Honestly it's not fair. We have average of eight months of bitterness and only... four months of warm/hot sun? I feel cheated.

I was pondering just what the best holiday gifts are. And I've come up with a small list and reasons. Naturally, this list is the best presents for the female variety.

1. A single flower (well, this would have to be part of the whole present. Only getting a flower is kind of a disappointment, don't you think?) Favorably of the rose variety. BUT have some kind of originality and pick a different color than red. A red rose is a bit overused, is it not? I say a single flower because, though bouquets are fantastic, a single would relay a message similar to "you are the ONLY one for me, my love". Something cutesie like that. Here's a list from a list of some colored roses and their meanings to make things easier for you fellas:

Pink is the rose conveying the meaning of elegance and grace. I recommend this if your girlfriend is a dancer.

Generally the yellow rose is associated with friendships, but also means warmth and joy. I think this would be a good flower to give to a growing crush.

The white rose carries the meaning of purity and commitment. A nice pick for a pre-engagement hint or a token of your honor and devotion.

My personal favorite, the orange rose. This one signifies passion, excitement, and desire. Aren't they precious?

Lavender is also a very unique color symbolising enchantment. Does she enchant you?

2. Gift Cards! So many and yet you can't get enough! I looove these things. Whoever invented the idea of gift certificates should honestly get a Noble Peace Prize or something fancy like that. He's changed the world.

So anyway, here's some that you can take in mind: iTunes, Hot Topic or American Eagle (depending on her taste), Michael's (for the creative type!), Barnes And Nobles (for the adorable nerd type), Starbucks (who wouldn't want one of these?), Target (comes in handy for make up supplies), Forever 21 (awesome store), and I think that's just about it because I can't concentrate anymore for some odd reason.

3. Frankly, just get whatever the hell she's been raving and mooning over. Easy, right?

-cough- So, if you're feeling generous.... I'DREALLYLOVEYOUIFYOUGOTMEANYOFTHESE! MY SIZE IS SMALL, BUT EXTRA SMALL IS GOOD TOO! ALL OF THESE ARE FROM HOT TOPIC!

heh heh.

i am a rock and i feel no emotion.

No doubt that I have writer's block as of late. I simply have been too overwhelmed or unmotivated to write down anything. Or type. Whatever you like.
Much and nothing has happened.
Tomorrow is Ben and my two-monther. Which should also mean that my brother's wife is also two months along.

What I must say is that I've entered the realm of which I'm finally figuring out who I am, what I believe, what I stand for. Never would I have thought that this time in my life would be so gosh darn confusing.
While I'd love to discuss my religious beliefs, I'd much rather not. That I am still pondering over. So many questions that stand unanswered. I like logic. I'm finding it hard to find logical answers, hence my point.
Lately I've been opening my mind and keeping it that way. By doing this I've found so many options and understanding so much more on different perspectives. Some that I'd never believe I would ever come across.
I know I'm growing up. At an increasing rate. By this, I mean mentally. To be honest, I don't think my parental units have taken much notice (or refuse?). Oh, I'm still a helpless infant who needs guiding hands every freaking second of the way (notice dripping sarcasm).
I'm going to be a completely normal and typical teenager when I say I can't wait to get out of this hellhole.
Oh, sweet Mexico, here I come!

hear the bells calling, they're dying.

Christmas is coming up quickly and I find myself crocheting scarves frantically. I wish we weren't in such a recession as we are. Dumb government. Really, they are behind EVERYTHING. And when I say everything, I mean everything bad that has happened to this country. Well, that's my opinion. And I won't go too deep so I won't have the men in black suits at my door tomorrow morning. -shudder-

I guess to distract my strong blamings, I will rave about what I REALLY BADLY INSANELY want for this Christmas.



The sweet peacoat. Sigh. I believe this one is from a Deliah's catalogue, but whatever. The sleeves are just long enough and it looks like its a bit form fitting. Perfect. I wonder if they have an extra extra extra small?

Watch me get one of these:


HA. I haven't actually looked around in there for a year. And why I say a year is because I got one of them for Christmas from a family member. Made the best of it and got a pair of skinny jeans.

What would be better, but not as much as a peacoat is this:

Whoot!!

Edith Piaf, hero.

One thing I never get tired about raving about is the French film La Vie En Rose, a heartwrenching, mind-exploding, incredible (absolutely incredible) story about the life of Edith Piaf, a famous singer in the 40s and her terrible, terrible life. I cried like a baby watching this a year ago. I strongly, STRONGLY push you to watch this. You will NOT be disappointed.

Just a little snippet:

knack for consequences and jury.

I am probably one of the laziest people you shall ever meet. I procrastinate errands and duties because I just feel like doing them, including this blog. Seriously, how hard is it for me to get my lazy butt up to the computer chair and click/type away? For some reason, I have a problem with it. How hard is it, E?!

I honestly could have a grueling scorn with myself on this subject. Kinda like Gollum from Lord of the Rings and his self-arguement in 'The Two Towers'. Very epic.

First trimester just ended, and I started the second today. Found out I got the second highest score on my final exam in Geometry in my class. Very nice. And that was the exam I was really sweating over. Whoot!
Hm. Oh! And now that my new trimester started, it turns out that Ben and I share second hour Biology and fourth hour American Literature together. Yay! Before we only had lunch, so that was a slight bummer. Now he has to suffer me darting pencils at him for an average fo three hours a day.
Just kidding. I only did that once today and it was a nice shot, too. Barely missed his head and almost stuck into the board behind him. He deserved it. Threw MY pen at my head, darn it all.

Are abusive relationships normal??

meanwhile, in atlantis...

Today, it just feels like a movie. One of those sad, dark-lighted movies that really don't make any sense and leave you with a feeling of moroseness and wonder at the end.

I can really imagine it.

The camera sweeps slowly over the messy kitchen, stopping ever so slightly by the table, where notebooks are splayed out and a cereal box lays, undisturbed. The sound of typing is faint in the backround. The camera moves on, now moving to look out the glass back door. Outside it is fall. No leaves are on the trees and it is raining and the sky is grey. Now the camera turns around and displays the source of typing: a young girl of sixteen sits stooped over the keyboard, bags under her tired eyes, baggy hoodie and pants, and short hair pushed away from her sharp features by a headband.
She stops typing and sighs, drooping lower in her roller chair.

Girl: Lonliness... is the mere insect that chews through your skin and pushes itself into your bloodstream. When it settles in your heart... it lays its eggs and when they hatch, the little lonelies fill all your veins. But where it stings the most is where the mother lies, in your heart.

Camera zooms in on girl. She closes her eyes and her hands go up to her chest, placing them on her heartbeat.

Can you not see that? 'Cause I can. 'Cause it's me and how I feel right now. Lonely.
What I'd give for a big fat gift card to the mall and just shop my little lonelified heart out.
Or to go see a movie.
And not stay at home and finish a geometry project.
Ew.

please close curtains, we don't want to see your face.

Fatale, I, have (I swear by it) the nuttiest teachers that ever did teach. And that, mis amigos, is NOT a good thing.

Names have been changed.

Mrs. Night: Oh, now here's a good one. This lady is a creeper, if ever one. She's short and pudgy with squinty, searching eyes and claims she has a husband down in Florida (why he's down there and not here, I don't know, but do I blame him? Not one bit.) and has countless stories of 'Darkstar', her herioc horse and all their adventures. She teaches business management (the most pointless class in history). Oh man, but when she creeps, she creeps. She has the windows by the class doors covered with construction paper for some odd reason, so when someone knocks, she scuttles over and pulls back a piece with a paper handle she stuck to the back of it and peeks out.
Let me tell you, when you're the one doing the knocking, having the face of Mrs. Night peering back at you out of nowhere scares the bejeezers out of you.
Creepin'!

Mr. Finks: This man is my geometry teacher. When not teaching unhumane torture methods, he's a sports coach. How someone can do both of those, I have no idea. He's not creepin', but, wow, can he get strange. Especially when he has his two cups of coffee in the morning. And I, unfortunately, share his first hour. I get the first aim of fire.
"WHOO!" He jumps into the class at 7:30 am (not a good time of day for me, mind you). And he isn't exactly slender, so I feel the wave of vibration go under my feet on the other side of the classroom.
"MATH IS FUN! ISN'T IT FUN?"
Even from where I sit, I can tell his pupils are dialated. I groan.
Although, I'm not really complaining about Finks. He found out that I'm an 'artist', and showed me the amazing works of Escher and even gave me his book on Tessalations. How cool!

Mr. Callin: Because we have a new student teacher, Mr. Running, I don't have Callin as my normal world history teacher. Thanks be to God. It is not rumor, but fact, that Callin's coffee (which he constantly has) is spiked. Particularly with Jack Daniels and such. I don't know how he pulls it off or why he hasn't been caught over it, but he's obviously master at it. He once left a cup sitting behind Dani, and overrun by curiousity, I sidled over and sniffed at it tentatively. The man is obviously over seventy with a permanent purple nose (which is rather distracting) and a mouth that looks like it was made by slitting a line into his face. It's rather confusing.

Miss Party: Profesora de espanol. Probably one of my most annoying teachers I've ever had. She's as thin (maybe thinner?) than me and she has to be over thirty. Huge lips with huge eyes and a tiny nose. Her proportions just don't match and you know what? It's frustrating.
What's really irritating is how she rambles. About EVERYTHING. She quite literally will go on for ten minutes saying how we are just about to take our test. And then once we have our test, she goes over the instructions (which are the same ever time). At that point, I'm all ready a quarter into it.
One of her other habits that really rubs my nerves raw is her extensive use of 'um'. My close friend, Stacie, once actually kept record of how many times she said that blasted word in one class period (77 minutes): 42 times. How ridiculous. I tried and gave up at mere siete. The more I paid attention, the more I began to see red.

How ridiculous can school get? Not much more than this. I would go on about Mrs. Webbie, but that'd take a whole post on its own.
Be grateful I won't get into that subject.

xoxo

shh don't tell.

I went on a date yesterday.
With a charming young man by the name of Flat Stanley. He is quite the charmer, let me tell you. Inviting me to a French film, you can't get anymore classy. Ben should be worried. Very worried.

Alright, let me give you the dirty scoop. My nephew sent Stanley to me for me to show him around the state and see the sights. He's got a head of strawberry blonde hair and deep-set blue eyes and a mouth full of teeth forever in a wide grin. Quite a catch. Caught my eye, I will admit.

Before the movie, I donned an evening cocktail gown similar to this:


me: What do you think?
Stanley: ...
me: Speechless, eh? Oh, you.
Stanley: ...

During the movie, Le Papillon (highly recommended), the little devil made a snatch for my hand!

me: You charmer!
Stanley: ...

After the movie, we went to a cute cafe. Very tres chic. he knows how to impress a young lady, lemme tell you.


Haha, alright. So maybe we didn't go to a cafe and Flat Stanley is a drawn man on paper and he didn't hold my hand during a French Film (and possibly he spent that time in mum's purse). Just maybe?

gotta love them, bless their souls.

I really can't get over just how loudly amazing the band Muse is. And no, I don't drool over them because they are associated with Stephenie Meyer and her "Twilight" series (which I adore). I liked them before coming into the knowledge that she used them for muse (ironically).

They have a hypnotic 80s sound with ultra unique twists of their own. The lyrics they come up with are absolutely phenominal, so deep and sometimes sad. Like 'Starlight', my personal favorite, along with 'Falling Away With You' and 'Blackout'. Holy matrimony, good songs. They incorporated an Italian guitar sound to the last two. The singer has an absolutely INCREDIBLE voice. So amazing that I'd marry him just so I could chain him up and force him to sing to me 24/7. Incredible.



"Starlight" for your enjoyment.

a light at the end of the bottle.

While sitting in my so highly advanced black roll-y chair, munching on a Nature Valley Maple Brown Sugar bar, I ponder today.

Ending friendships suck. All the yelling and steaming and all the RAWR!
It gets old, y'know??

But sometimes it seems necessary.

Even if you were best friends with the girl for four years. No matter.

What is the best way to cut off from a friend?

1. Don't, DON'T say "It was all your fault anyway!" under any circumstance. UNless it really was all her fault.
2. Speak calmly. And throwing big, sophisticated words of debate and anger is highly suggested for it throws your opponet off for a few minutes. Use this precious time to plan for the next attack as they try to understand what the heck you just said.
3. You don't owe them any explaination on what they did that was so bad. If they really thought about it, they would know. Or they just don't want to admit it.
4. Smile. This really catches them off guard and say with authentic ease, "Ttyl, girl. I'm off to start my new and better life."
5. Walk off with a Paris Hilton-esque strut.

Wala.

all the good times we had can only last so long.

It is fact (and maybe unfortunate at that)
that we all do change over time's range.
Kick and scream, or split at the seam,
all you want, dear friend (for I believe we are at our end).
'It's all your fault,' you say without halt.
Don't try to blame this on me, what will be will be.