The Year That Was

(Starting time: 8:20pm) I have a long night ahead of me. Right now my family (meaning everyone but me) is watching a silent movie called "The Man With a Movie Camera." I currently have my glasses off so really I can only see this screen. Since everyone seems to be writing all the end of the year stuff you could ever dream of, I thought I might add my two cents in as well. Mind you this will only be interesting if you're, say, my therapist. Or maybe have been reading this journal consistently throughout the year. Otherwize I doubt it will be that interesting.
So lets see. I started off the year completely obsessed with the Beatles and have somehow, magically one might say if one were being sarcastic and felt like it, become obessed with a multitude of bands, none of which include the Beatles. Despite the Beatles biography I got for Christmas. In any event my musical tastes have changed drastically over this year, which is really quite significant. You see when I was in 8th grade I stopped listening to the radio. By 9th grade I had decided that most forms of popular music, save the few that I deemed alright, were crap and so I simply refused to listen to the radio. Then, as we all know, I fateful event occurred. I got school off! In Febuary (Febuary 25th actually. I figured it out.) I got school off and Mums was out. Then the Killers happened. After the Killers came Interpol (who, I might add, I have only recently started to truly appreciate.) Sometime after that t'Chiefs. Kings of Leon followed and so forth. So what's so amazing about all this? I had completely sworn off popular music that's what. In a 3 and 1/2 minute song I went from ridiculing popular music to absolutely loving it. Pretty amazing no? (On a side notice I wrote up a list of hot musicians after I "discoverd" the Killers. Originally it consisted of Brandon, Paul Macca and George Harrison. I would like to expand :and delete: the list. It now consists of the following: Brandon Flower, Ricky Wilson, Damian Kulash, Tom Chaplin and Paul Smith. Thank you.)
So there's the music portion. Lets see what else I have up my sleeve. (Looks up sleeve. Only sees skin.) Damn you Terry Pratchett!! Damn you and your wonderful British sense of humour!
Ah, speaking of Terry Pratchett, there was a change in my outlook on books this year. You see, although it was not chronicled within the depths of these pages, I went from reading teen "not so great, but fairly okay" literature to 1) wanting to be an English major 2) really appreciating older books (as in 19th century old) and 3) I dicoverd all 3 of my favorite authors. Pretty spiff if you ask me. Besides that I graduated from teen lit to fulfledge lit, with all thanks to Mr J. Barnes. I also discovered another reason to love the Brits; J. Barnes, D. Adams, and T. Pratchett (though the last one wasn't until this week. I say it counts though.) Also, and finally for this section, I was saved by books. All this year the only thing that has helped me the most (besides music of course) were the books I could hide away with. Mind the times when I hid away with those books weren't always the best times (like with HHGG etc.) but damned if they weren't a blessing. Douglas Adams was my major saviour. May he rest in Magrathea and with the Gods in his long, hopefully not so dark, teatime of his soul. (For some reason this bit seems to repeat it self. I wonder why...)
There's something else this year that has changed about me. My outlook is less gloomy most days. It's not perfect, but then again neither am I. I'm trying harder this (honestly) to be who I'm suppose to be, to be somebody who will get me to the things I really want to do. Mind you it's hard work and most days I curse it till the ends of the earth and the go sulk off and play clicken gold. Mind you this has only changed relatively recently (as in this school year) but still it's something that's different about me since January 1, 2005. But mainly (and most importantly) my outlook has changed considerably since the beginning of this year. My only hope is that it lasts.
I guess that's my hope for the year. That the improvements I've made in this year will last into the next year and into the next and into the next to the nth term. I want to continue to improve and continue to improve to the nth term. And everything to the nth term. Well that's it for me. I know there's more somewhere in my nice brain, but I think that's the important stuff. So much has happened this year really. Go read then archives if ya like. That will inform you as to almost everything. You'll be missing January but otherwize it's all there. Oh...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! When ya know it's time and all that. (End time: 10:16pm)

Waiter Rant

There are journals that I check everyday. Most are band related, filling my bored head with some kind of glee that resembles hysteria at times, but some are a bit more serious. I'm not sure whether I've mentioned this journal before but Waiter Rant is one of the best blogs out there. The man who writes it is incredibly articulate and though at times I think he's a jerk for the way he talks about his customers, I'll always be incredibly polite to waiters and will probably tip them a lot more than I should (though that is helped by how horrible I am at arithmetic.) The following is an excert from the most recent entry at Waiter Rant. It really spoke to me, made feel a little better for being a teenager with no money. Made me feel a little better for all the bitching and moaning I do on an almost daily basis. So here it is:

But most of us aren'’t peace activists, soldiers, or revolutionaries. We'’re just well fed people trying to stumble through life the best we can. It'’s in the little struggles, like giving up your seat on the subway, writing a check to the Salvation Army instead of buying a gadget you don't need, or biting your tongue when a friend says something stupid, that we suffer for values everyday. Character is forged in the smallest of struggles. Then, when the big challenges come, we'’re ready. Or so I like to tell myself.

Thank you Mr. Waiter Rant. Your far more appreciated than you might think.

So Yeah

My sister is reading Calvin and Hobbes on my floor. My room is as clean as it will ever be for a long while. I don't know how long it will last, probably for the next week or so because of Sophs friends coming to visit. I don't mind it so much now that it's all over. Sophs dusted and vaccumed the whole place ( I mean my room) this morning which makes it look even better. Edit: Well Sophs friends may not be coming. Now she's being all pessimistic and stuff. The only bummer is that I covered my mirror last night so there's this sheet covering it. Makes the room slightly darker than normal without the reflection. I don't care though. Better to not have to see myself I think. Yes.
Not much else to say. I have to plan something to do tomorrow. Mind you I'll have to plan it around tutoring, but still I really need to get out of this house. Out of my room. Even if it's just for a little while. I'm bored out of my mind. I think I'll read some Calvin and Hobbes.

Wolf Parade

Thus far I'm impressed. They catch your attention and like to hold it. Heavy drums, interesting vocals that sort of thing. Definatly hear the connection between them and Arcade Fire. Hopefully the rest of the cd will prove just as good as Funeral.
:rocks head back and forth: I'm not entirely sure how much I like the lead singer (vocals are kinda grating) but the melodies are damn catchy. I'm enjoying this thus far. Now I will play clicken gold and review as I go.
We Built Another World is spiff. 4 stars (as in the Yahoo! rating system)
Same Ghost Every Night is a real depressing waltz. I just think it's cool that they use a waltz meter. So far, so good.
1) They like ghosts 2) Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts also gets 4 stars for being spiff. They lead singers voice though still bugs me a little. But ya know not everyone is Tom Chaplin or Ricky Wilson. :shrugs: I'm still liking it though.
They're kind of like a more grating depressing version of Arcade Fire. Or an odd mix between Modest Mouse and Arcade Fire. Almost like Interpol in the depressing category. Very indie though. Not a mainstream sound at all. Not bad though, not bad at all.
Short cd. Very suprising actually, I wasn't expecting it to end. I like it. May not be a regular, but it is certainly a good cd. Grandma and Grandpa aren't so bad after all.

House Keeping

Have you ever felt insulted for no apparent reason. Having your room cleaned shouldn't insult you. It's a kind gesture, one less thing you have to worry about. Unless of course you like having your room look like it just got hit by a hurricane because you're fairly certain a) it will end up looking that way eventually and b) you know you'll be able to find everything, even if it takes a little longer (by 5 min maybe.) Most people don't feel that way. I do. My "organizational" system is not having one, having everything I like/would want on the floor even if it involves stepping on some of those things. I know where everything will be and yes it will take me a little longer but at least I will be able to find it. With my things being on the floor, sure there are hazards (such as stepping on a high stiletto heel, which hurts like hell) but it's all there. So yes, even though I shouldn't feel insulted I am. I feel hurt that no one understands the way my brain works, I'm hurt by the fact that my grandmother has been taking behind my back about my room, I'm hurt by the fact no one cares how I feel about this. So yeah. I'm a little different. If you haven't already figured that one out, I don't know what you've been reading. I just kind of miss my big pile of clothing, my big pile of cds on my top bunk and knowing that when I come into my room tomorrow morning, it will still be there, just as I left it. Lord knows I can't count on my memory for remembering anything else (except for the weird things I still remember from 5th grade and such), but I can always count on my inanimate objects to be there. Animate ones are just too tricky.
So I've read most everything I could in the NME yearbook (which I got for Christmas. More on that later.) I've decided a couple of things after reading it. Actually a lot of things, but I'll list the most salient points:

• Pete Doherty needs some serious rehab and some jail time. (Checks NME website for any news on the sad sod.) Or he needs to just stick is damn resolution. I mean, he's just sad!
• The Gallaghers are asses. Big fuckin' asses. But I think that if they insult you, it actually means they like you. Unless of course they really think what they say and in that case they're just asses. I would say something else, but I would just feel silly.
• Arctic Monkeys' debut better be really fuckin' fantastic. Otherwize I will so pissed. I mean really, really times infinity pissed.
• It's really interesting to read the press from another country insulting (or just pointing out the facts ma'am) your country. Sure I think G. W. Bush is complete twat (there I said it) but it's just kinda interesting to read in a magazine that sort of thing. All the press here is so guarded about insulting the government, that you never read or here that sort of thing. It's all about how crap the prez's policies are, never a direct hit on him. Really though, it's an eye opener (and makes one :me: realize that one :me: is lusting a real person with opinions on things outside of music) to read that Ricky Wilson think that Bush is an idiot. So yeah.
• I may not seem really cool, but looking through the yearbook I know and/or like a lot of the bands that are mentioned in it. There are the bands that I've never heard of and some that I would like to hear, but there is a large percentage of bands that are mentioned that I know. Makes a person feel spiff. Also makes a person want to move to the UK where the dominant players aren't crap musicians that I don't really like. Basically, if I lived in a different country (the UK) I would be a bit cooler than I am here.
• If Coldplay weren't so damn bland I would like them completely. They seem like really spiff people.
• I like how the British curse. Seems less offensive than our cursing. :shrugs:

So there the salient points. All 7. There are many more things that I learned, but those are the most important. Which is what salient means. So there you have it. Another confermation that I need to live somewhere, anywhere in the UK when I grow up. Preferably a major city. But I don't really care.
Terry Pratchett is a god. His books are this (-------) much above D. Adams in the literature scale, but the heart of them is in the exact same place. So now I have 3 favorite authors (or at least 3 that will consistanly be my favorite): D. Adams, J. Barnes, and T. Pratchett. Yay for uncle Bill!! You rock my socks yo!
Hmm...I got a book for Christmas called "Ready? Sex, Go!" According to the back of the book it got really good reviews in the UK. I feel wrong touching it, let alone looking at the cover. My dad calls it the sex book. My sister keeps insisting that my grandparents (my dad's) are really good people and mean well. I just kinda wish they had gotten me the book I wanted instead of this one. Not that they'll ever know.
I would just like to state again how much I love OK Go. And a bunch of other bands, but I'll just mention OK Go. :nods: I <3> :)

Twas the Day Before Christmas

We're listening to King's College lesson of 9 carols. Or something to that extent. Basically we're listening to a Christmas service. A British Christmas service. Anyway, it's lovely per usual.
Dad watched the Kill Bill movies. Now he's critiquing it. Dad is funny that way. He enjoys things and then critiques them. (The reader has a cool accent. I thought you might like to know.) Dad is just kind of funny.
My grandparents are now at my aunt's house. They don't find her annoying I think. Molly (the aunt) is a lot like Nana. Much more so than anyone in my family. (The congregation is "chanting." This rocks!) I'm just glad we're back to normal. (Sophs is critiquing the Lord's Prayer, or at least how the Brits do it. She's strange.)
(Oh how I hate little boys. Oh how I hate them ever so much more than sopranos.)
that's all for now. I'll write more later maybe. No guarantees per usual.

The Frog Prince

Right, so I'm currently avoiding my grandparents and practicing by staying up here in my room. I really hate doing this, but then again I don't want to entertain my grandparents that much and I left my wood clarinet at school and my plastic one (just thought of this) is at school as well. I really can't practice today. I suppose this is what I get for being lazy. Personally I just don't care.
So...my room is a hell hole. I don't really know what to do about it, because it always ends up this way. I can clean it once every week and by the end of the week it will look this way again. I'm such a wreak. Completely disorganized. Fuck I might be getting an organizational tutor if my mum and Dr. Farber ever connect on that. I kind of hope they don't. I already shitty enough, what with math and the possibility of being tested again, so getting a tutor for something that should be (supposedly) innate would just be a great boost to my self esteem (ah sarcasm.) Anyway, as Nana (my grandmother) said, my room is "interesting." Personally she can go fuck herself. Lord, I'm in a crappy mood.
:shakes head: I don't care if it sounds snide, I'm keeping the comments I put in my homework. I think what Mr. Sharp is missing is the fact that I base a lot of what I do on assumptions. What seems logical to me and what is actually true for math seem to be polar opposites, so I think if he understands that he'll see I'm not so crappy at math as my test grades (61 on the last test) would make him think. Me and math just don't think the same way.
Because my sister is evil and an aider: Filter's Top 10 of 2005, Day One: Ricky Wilson of Kaiser Chiefs. It's actually quiet funny. I feel bad for the tie Ricky lost though. More than likely it was a very cool tie. In any event, I would also like you to know the frog plushie Jackie got me for Christmas is named Hamilton (Ms. Beauchemin suggested it. Along with some others) Richard (Ricky) Charles (Ricky's first name) Damian (umm...Damian?) Andrew (Andy Ross -->Rusty) Wilson-(my last name, which you don't get to know -_-). I call the frog Ricky. Jackie kept insisting that I kiss him so that in turn he would turn into Ricky. See? Like the Frog Prince. Anyway, that's my day in a nutshell. Sort of. Read the article. It's funny.

I Shoulda Known...Oh here it goes again

Lord I'm tired. This will be quick. I just thought you guys might like to hear about my day. Or what little happened in my day.
So this morning I had Driver's Ed. Boring per usual but that's beside the point. The point is that Amy, one of the annoying girls I think I've mentioned before, got my a Christmas present of sorts. It's one of those cutesy ornaments. A snow man on a sled. Lots of glitter and gooey sappiness. I was really shocked. Not so much at what it was, that was expected, but the fact that she got me something. I don't really try that hard with her, nor do I really consider her a friend, more just an annoyance on even day mornings. Sadly the only thing she's going to get from me is the chocolate I had been planning on keeping for myself. I might make a pretty card, so at least it seems thoughtful. In any event, I was really, really suprised.
For every two paragraphs I think I procrastinated about a half hour. Mind you the paragraphs took me about half an hour as well. So deducing from that information, if I have 4 whole paragraphs and two little paragraphs, it took me about 2 hours to write my english paper. Actually more like an hour and a half. The intro and conclusion probably took me 15 minutes each. Mind you I procrastinated about double the time it took me to write the paper, but still. I don't think I'll tell anybody. I hope it's not too crappy though. I mean it's only a 1st draft, but still. I don't want people thinking it only took me 2 hours. Or I don't want them to be able to tell it took me two hours to write the paper. It took a lot of thought and editing in my head on my part. I could have written a lot more if I had been allowed. Sadly I wasn't allowed, so what I have is what I have. I just hope it's good.
Lord I"m tired. Mmm but Damian is soothing in an odd way. Sure I've listened to Oh No about 3 times today, but I can listen to a hell of a lot more. I think I listened to Hot Fuss for a month nearly straight and that isn't even half as good as Oh No. I'm so mean to the Killers. Uh, but anyway I'll go to bed soon and hopefully get to sleep even sooner. If that made any sense. :shakes head: I need to print out my paper so I can wash my hair tomorrow. Yeah. 'Night then.

M-O-R-N-I-N-G-W-O-O-D (to the Nth Degree)

If I had the lyrics (which I can't find) I would post the lyrics to Crash the Party. Sadly though, I can't find the lyrics so I can't post the lyrics. But I will tell you one thing. I like OK Go. :nods:
Ya know what else I like? Happily Ever After. :nods: So yeah, I didn't think Once Upon a Mattress would be that good. I thought it would be cheesey. I was wrong though. It's a very good musical. :nods: So I declare.
Not much to actually write about tonight. I think Sophs is hopeless, but then again what can I do? Not much would be the correct answer. Otherwize there isn't much to say. A week till Christmas. So freaky that Christmas is actually on Sunday. That like never happens. But anyway. That's it. See ya on the flipside y'all.

I taste like calzone!

What I find so absolutely fascinating about time is how it works. Time doesn't seem to work on the same plane that everyone seems to think it works on. This thing called a minute can go on for years, or it can go by in what is supposedly called a second. Time changes with perspective and so if one constantly changes perspective, time constantly changes. I got on my computer around 3:40ish and it is now almost 5:30. How did that happen? I suppose there's no point trying to figure it out. Time moves in it's own weird patterns of slowness and fastness. I might as well just accept it. I just think it's interesting.
Incase you were wondering (which I'm sure you weren't) my new music honey is from Washington DC. And he graduated from Brown. :nods head: To top it all off, he's a giant. I mean really tall. So yeah. I now offically declare my <3ing of Damian. :nods: I'm crazy.

Last Post of the Day

OMG!! Of course I have Pink is the New Blog to thank. Trent is my honey for silly gossip. Even if he doesn't know it. Needless to say, omg.
In case you're wondering how fantabulous OK Go is, just listen to Crash the Party. I love that song. Now I'll be going to bed in a bit. Think. Listen. Sleep. 'Night.

Appreciation

There are a lot of songs that I love. There are a lot of songs that I like. There are a lot of songs that I'll listen to on repeat and listen to 15, 20 times in a row (Indie Rock and Roll for instance.) Most of these songs fall into one category or another. Pop, rock, indie, fluff, cynical, hypocritical, and some are just not understandable until you listen to them at least 30 times. I love them all for one reason or another, be it the hook, the lyrics or the fact that the whole world seems to want to cover that song, so of course the original is the best (Stuck in the Middle is a good example.) But there is always something and if you give me the time I will tell you, or at least try to tell you, what exactly makes me love a song. It's harder to say why I love a band, but given the time it's not so hard to tell you why I love a song. Sometimes the explanations don’t make sense, but then again I don't always make sense. Sometimes the songs have more of an emotional connection. The songs I love aren't always the most brilliant things in the world (Mama Mia) and sometimes they're horribly complicated (Beethoven's 5th symphony, last movement.) In either instance something made me love that song. So there a lot of songs that I love. There are a lot of songs that I like. And I'll always have the time to explain why. Even if it takes me a little bit.

News Update

Right. So last night I dreamed I got preggies by Paul Smith, lead singer of Maximo Park. The whole dream unto itself was incredibly bizarre, but the most salient, and weirdest fact, was that one. So it's going to be awhile till I'm ready to have anything to do with that band sadly enough. Anyhoo, I think this makes me officially deranged in some respect of some sort. In any event that dream is definatly up there in the weird dreams I'll be able to remember for a good long time list thing.
Nothing much else to report. One math test done, one to go. Finished my annotations for The Stranger. That book is freaky good. Love it. The band concert is a week from Wednesday. I have the rest of this week and monday-thursday next week and then Christmas break. I'm not sure how excited I am, but ah well. Thats it. Back to studying

Shit on a Stick

Fuckity, fuckity, fuckity! I've "lost" (possibly broken) one my favorite CDs!! Shit fuckity. I'm ver, ver upset about this. Losing this just continues my belief that I'm fucking losing my mind!! I'm not in the best of moods right now as you can see.
I've been trying to fight off this piss poor mood (possible depression, wouldn't be surprised) for the past few days now. Unfortunately it's kind of like fighting off a bull with a rubber stick. Or an avalanche with a match. Nearly impossible. Trying to be nice and not scream at my private teachers yesterday was incredibly difficult. Of course Nancy said she'd rather have me yell at her than for me to just sit there and try and control my frustration. Yeah, parents would be too happy though would they? Dad, of course, was no help. Mums was sympathetic as usual, but I'm still trying to fight this with nearly nothing on my side. I guess the important thing is that I'm trying to fight it, not just giving in like I use to. Small comfort, but it's something I suppose.
In my own personal collection I have a shit load of cds. Not as many as mums and dad together, but still I've got a shit load of cds. When was the last time I listened to any of them? Not recently at all. Not that it really matters that much to me. I just think it's weird that I have this many cds.
I think I'll tell mums what I think is going on. She should get to know.
Edit: I found the cd. It was under my bed. Yay for disorginization aka entropy. I embody entropy. Really.

5 months 1 day

Okay. So yeah. I hope this true. Two Days!! Before May 10th!! So see the top story for December 7th? The one that says according to HMV.co.uk Keane is going to release new cd May 8th???? Yeah so wouldn't that be cool!!! I mean, if they release in UK on the 8th, that means it will be released on the 9th in US, which means it will be released in the States the day before my b-day. That would so super wicked awsome!!! God...I hope it turns out to be true. That would totally rock!!
So I'm going to bed now. I'm tired and what not, so yeah. Beddie-boo for Nore. See y'all later. Oh and pray/hope for snow tomorrow night!! I totally want there to be no school on Friday. That would be wicked cool. Ay. Sleepy time for me.

Harajuku Girls

Just because they're so damn awsome. What You Waiting For/White Wedding. Download. Be fuckin' amazed at how good Alex and the boys are. Question the sanity of musicians/rock stars. Wonder why they chose this song above...something else. Question Nore's sanity for loving this song so much now. Wonder why she laughs at the transition between Qwen and White Wedding. Dear Lord I love these boys!!!
That's all the news for the moment. I have a history test to study for. Yay!

Hmmm

"So lets take a loan and put it down
On a house in a place we've never lived
In a place that exists
In the pages of scripts and in songs that they sing"

-- Rilo Kiley "I Never"
I'm bored out of my frickin' mind and don't want to practice yet. I could work on my physics carol, but I don't really want to do that either. So I'm stuck here waiting for Hopes and Fears to be done (not that it's such torture) hopelessly bored.
It snowed yesterday and last night. We had a two hour delay this morning which was nice. I listened to the Killers in honor of the snow. I thought it was befitting. Seems rather silly, but then again I'm a rather silly person. I've also figured out that no matter what shoes I wear, my feet will always be cold if I walk home. Mind you, from where the bus drops me off to my house is like a 2 or 3 minute walk, but still. One's feet can still get cold. I like the snow though. It's very pretty and all that.
My green nails are gone. Per usual I chipped them off earlier today. I don't know why I even bother painting them. Seems absolutly pointless. One way or another my nails always go back to their original color in a day or two. But at least they were green for a little while.
Lets see, what else is there to talk about? :shakes head: Not much honestly. The days go by and nothing terribly exciting happens. I did find out Mr. Vagts has read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy multiple times, which made me feel better about having read it twice thus far. I plan on rereading it sometime later this year (school year I mean.) Otherwize not much happened today. I missed Jackie. Going to have to complain to her tomorrow. Yay.

Green Nails, White Hairs

I'm listening to a new mix that I made minutes ago. I've seemed to have picked some more relaxed songs to start off with. I rarely remember what these songs sound like because most of the time I haven't listened to them in awhile. Now the Futureheads are picking up the pace. What a suprise.
I forget why, but Angel was looking at my hair and noticed my white hairs. He asked if I was that stressed out. I suppose I am. I've always had a few white hairs, barely noticable, always hidden. Now they've popped in my bangs so they are slightly most noticable. Especially to me. I'm vain in some ways especially with these white hairs. I've known for ages that I would go gray early, but it just seems to me that having half a dozen or so white hairs at 17 is a little early. I hate to seem so vain, but it really does bother me.
I've finally found my green nail polish. It was under the powder room sink. Odd place, but at least I've found it. I now have brightish green nails. Offically the color is "envy." I remember when I got it as well, which is rather scary. Wednesday night "fun-run" to Wally World. 8th grade. Towards the end of the year I think. The Wally World make-up section was always my haunt. I loved buying cheap-o make up. In some weird way it made me feel better. If I got the latest colors and the latest thing to get rid of pimples, I would be beautiful. Nail polish that I would chip off in a day made my hands look nice. Not that any of it helped in reality. I still have pimples. I don't wear make-up that often anymore. Mostly just mascara now. All that money, all the make-up wasted. I suppose it doesn't really matter. Maybe.
My hands are so dried out. Morningwood has the pace in an uptick. I suppose this mix isn't so down as I thought it might be. Certainly is a longer mix. :sigh: Why do Sunday's have to be so boring?

Fangirl

This was said by a lj user at the Brandon Flowers "God We're All So Obsessed" community. It pretty much sums up everything having to do with looks and male rockstars.

no..it doesnt really matter if HE likes it...its all about if WE like it
:)

--- "iheartbrandon"
Yeah, pretty much sums up the "Ricky needs to shave" petition, the non-exsistant "Ricky needs to grow out his hair" petition and the non-exsistant "Brandon needs to shave majorly" petition. Everything is about us. Everything.

Old Lady Eyes

On Wednesday I got my eyes checked. Seems I'm going blinder each year. It also seems that because I'm going blinder each year my eyes can't compensate up close. Which means I got readers on Wednesday. I'm getting a spiffy pair to keep in my purse for school and then another spiffy pair for around the house. And it's all my dad's fault.
Went out driving today. I must say, Dad can be incredibly annoying at times. I know it was my first time out on a major road (Sunrise Valley drive) but I wasn't totally fucking up. Besides, people pass the "stop" line all the time. I won't fail my driving test if I do that. God. Anyway, it was kind of fun being out on a real road. Glade is great and everything, but actually going faster than 35mph was fun. Fast is fun. I just know I will eventually get a ticket for speeding. :shakes head: So horrible.
I would tell y'all about how frustrating life is and how fucking annoying my parents can be, but I think that would be pointless. Junior year is a hard year and as much as it hasn't been going that badly for me, that doesn't mean it isn't going to be stressful. For some reason though my parents don't seem to get that. My Dad tried to talk to me about it last night. Such bullshit. First of all he doesn't know what the hell is going on in my life and secondly I don't prescribe to his method of stress reduction. Balling up my feelings into a neat package and hiding it somewhere in my heart doesn't work for me. Screaming, yelling, singing loudly, punching things, that's what works for me. I need to release the tension, not try and hide it. Then there's my mum telling me I have to keep everything in order, keep on task. I'm trying, but not every week is going to be great. In fact there's a chance that some weeks will be pretty shitty. I just keep thinking about Brad. One of the smartest, laziest people I know. Mind you he over-books himself and has like fifty activities, but he's constantly having mini-melt downs. Loghman tries to hide the fact that he's going to explode, but I can see it in his eyes, the way he acts. IB classes are a bitch no matter how smart you are. I'm not alone in my stress. My way of dealing with it is just one on a variation of ways. :looks at what she's written: So much for not talking about this stuff.
I would like to present a mix that I made up a little while ago. I've been listening to it almost non-stop, so I think it's pretty spiff. Here ya go:

1. Woman's Realm --- Belle and Sebastian
2. Rebellion (Lies) --- Arcade Fire
3. A Million Ways --- OK Go
4. Tonight Let's Dance --- Elefant
5. I'll Fly Away --- Kanye West
6. Indie Rock and Roll --- The Killers
7. Trying Not To Think About Time --- The Futureheads
8. Take My Temperature --- Kaiser Chiefs
9. A19 --- Maximo Park
10. You Say You Lie --- The Raveonettes
11. You're Just a Baby --- Belle and Sebastian
12. Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid --- Elefant
13. When the Cows Come Home --- Blur

That's what I've been listening to for a week or so. Pretty spiff, ey?

Gaah

Gaah. Why must he be so much older than me?? Fook.
Anyhoo....this (<---) is Ricky at 19. In 1997. I was in fookin' second grade in 1997. Gaaah. In any event. I would like to thank lj godess picture finder extraordinare "heathaaaah." She brings joy to 99 or more people joy almost everyday by posting lovely, lovely pictures of the guy to the left. Yeah, she rocks my socks.
WHY???? WWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYY??????