A Spam of Pics

Yeah, I'm uber-lazy. I should be working, but I'm not. Ya know why? Because I'm uber-lazy. I'll work after this. Honest! Anywho, felt like spamming you guys with lurvely pictas. Because I'm nice like that. And bored. Nice and bored. Besides, how else can I amuse myself?

The Requisite Ricky Section (Ricky, Ricky, Ricky...)

He's so small and blonde. Awwwwww. Oh and yes this does make me this (---) much closer to being a stalker. Mind you I didn't find the picture, but still.

Awwww. That's all I have to say. That and he has really nice nails.

Angry Rick. Ricky Smash!! At least that's what I imagine. :shakes head:

One more!! Cuz ya know it's fun!

This picture always reminds me of something Mr. Sharp use to say: "Good job Bob." Not that he ever said it to me but this pic still reminds me of it.

Other Picture Section!!! (Tom M., WAS, random poster thing, OK Go, that sort of thing)

Damian (on the right) and Tim (on the left) from OK Go. Sexy black and white. Also, notice the Franz Ferdinand poster.

Mystery Jets Tour Poster. Tis pretty.

Tom of Kasabian at the Electric Proms. It's a British thing, that I didn't get to see. And Tom looks like he's lecturing the audience or something like that. Very sexy indeed.

Amazingly enough I am all three of them combined when I'm at school. Lots of pencils, sometimes sleeping, other times studying. I am WAS!!

That's it loves. I'm going to work now!

Quickie

So I forgot to post a couple of links yesterday. That's all this is about. Have a great weekend!
Kaiser Chiefs Aiming High on Second Album (so unshocking)
How to be a Rabid Fangirl (mucho to Mar for the linky)

A Much Needed Update

:sigh: So the past few weeks have been crappy. Not even kind of crappy. Just plain old crappy. I've been "working" my ass off trying to get my grades to a somewhat respectable level while also dealing with the fact that I'm a horrible procrastinator/lazy shit. Things have been so-so on that front, but I have been having a wonderful time being utterly carefree with my friends. I've also been pigging out on muffins. Mmmm tasty, tasty muffins. The school thing though, seriously, has been tough shit since my interim which was towards the beginning of the month which, needless to say, has been why I haven't been updating. Or if I update it's piddly shit like this or this or even better this. I apologize for that. I do realize that almost no one reads this, but I should be better. It makes the world go 'round ya know? Something like that. Basically (and now negating everything I've said up to this point) the first two months of school have been shit. Hopefully the next two will go better. I really need them to go better. So yeah...life sucks and then ya die right?
So...what, besides school sucking ass, has been going on? Not much actually. School and school sucking ass has been the majority of my life. Jackie's all moody and Loghman and I are on normal terms (sort of, I'll explain later.) I've been added to the inner circle of the Creative Writing class, which means I get to know about all the drama and shit that happens when I'm not around. It's actually kind of cool because I get to be all lookey-lookey at the great book of power which holds all submissions for the literary magazine and whether things have been approved or not. And Mrs. Beauchemin-Anastasio is all nicey-nice to me. All in all, Creative Writing is my zen class. Actually blue days (odd period days) are the best days. Green days (even period days) have their moments but really I enjoy blues days a whole hell of a lot better. Besides I'm not doing as crappy in those classes as I am in my green day classes. In any event, I've also become buddy-buddy with the editor (Lauren) who likes Keane and is planning on being an ex-pat. Whether it's an English ex-pat or some other country, I've yet to ascertain, but she likes Keane. She gets brownie points, mos def. Also Jasmine and I have been ridiculously silly in English which is really nice. I'll eventually upload some pictures, but lets just say...Ricky doll. :giggles to herself: All in all the social aspect of my life is pretty chill. Except for the minor drama today. Which (thank God) has been abated. So, to the drama!
Before continuing please read this. While it only minorly explains the drama of last spring it pretty much explains the mind set which is rather important for the next bit. So, the next bit!
This week was Homecoming week so today was suppose to be the game. Sadly it is raining and has been since around 5pmish so the game got postponed. In any event, earlier today, inbetween history and chorus (the schedule was weird) Loghman asked me to the football game. And he said he would pay for the tickets. My hindbrain totally freaks but I say yes because what else could I say? So I'm freaking, talk to Dr. Farber who's ecstatic but tells me not to make a bigger deal of it than it is. So I come back to school, go to IB music which is totally layed back and then off to the pep rally. God I hate pep rallies. I also would like to say that high school isn't the best years of your life and if it is you have a very sad life. And everyone in my graduating class who were all spirited this week are hypocrites. In any event I shore up plans with Loghman about what time we'll meet at the school and what happens if it's raining. Towards the end of the pep rally Coach Trout announces that the Homecoming parade has been cancelled and the game postponed. I silently cheer. Jasmine and Alex, who I was sitting with, look really confused. I briefly explain. This is the longer explanation. So yeah. He finally actually asked me out. His timing, as always, is inpeccable. Thankfully it didn't pan out so he'll just have to wait till later to try the whole football thing again. So ha. I will remain single for all eternity!
Anyway...I've got work to do. Tomorrow mind you, but I still have work. I'll try and update after this week, maybe during, but I doubt it. I'll definantly update once the new quarter starts.
Sweeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaarrrr!!!! Baaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Shuuuuuuuuunn! :)

KC mark 2 update

WTF?!?!?!? Oh and by the way...who's not suprised about the whole Ricky thing? Not me! Oh well...I guess new news is better than no news. I will say this, they have kept their promise as far as I'm concerned. So good job boys. Good job.
So that's all the news that's fit to print. Have a nice night.

:pokes:

:vigorously pokes the world: Why isn't anything interesting happening? Why is the whole world asleep? Ugh. I seriously need to get out of high school. Now.
That's it. Nite.

Minor Scales = Tiredness?

Melodic is the funky one, harmonic stays the same. Melodic is the funky one, harmonic stays the same. Melodic is the funky one, harmonic stays the same. Melodic is the funky one, harmonic stays the same.
Yee gads, my brain is about to 'splode. Too tired for words. But (!) I do get to sleep in tomorrow. Which is nice. :sleeps:
Ummmm...whole, half, whole, half, more than half, half. Whole, half, whole, half, more than half, half. Whole, half, whole, half, more than half, half. That's the harmonic. Whole, half, whole, whole, whole, whole, half. Whole, half, whole, whole, whole, whole, half. That's melodic. Melodic is the funky one, harmonic stays the same.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! Evil I tell you, evil!

Umm...

Tired. Very tired. Have to finish stupid lab. Immediately going to bed there after. Uh, so tired. Evil lab making me think. Grrr...
Right, so. SAT II's went fairly well. Not expecting spectacular scores, but not horrible ones either. :knocks on wood: In any event, I have also decided that I must go to Mary Washington. I really have to go there. I had an awesome time in other words. Just, awesome. So yeah. Must get into Mary Wash. Must, must, must.
Airwaves festival on Saturday. Which means KC has about four days to finish the next album. Otherwise I will have full rights to call them liars. I will have no problem with this because I'm a bitter old woman. :nods: Oh yeah, I'm seriously fucked up. But I spell things the British way so I'm cool. Fucked up, but cool. Anyway, four days I tell you, four days!

Lily Allen!! Omg!!
"Alfie"

Ooooo deary me,
My little brother's in his bedroom smoking weed,
I tell him he should get up cos it's nearly half past three
He can't be bothered cos he's high on THC.
I ask him very nicely if he'd like a cup of tea,
I can't even see him cos the room is so smoky,
Don't understand how one can watch so much TV,
My baby brother Alfie how I wish that you could see.

[Chorus]
Oooooo I only say it cos I care,
So please can you stop pulling my hair.
Now, now there's no need to swear,
Please don't despair my dear Mon frere.

Ooooo Alfie get up it's a brand new day,
I just can sit back and watch you waste your life away
You need to get a job because the bills need to get paid.
Get off your lazy arse,
Alfie please use your brain
Surely there's some walls out there that you can go and spray,
I'm feeling guilty for leading you astray,
Now how the hell do you ever expect that you'll get laid,
When all you do is stay and play on your computer games?

[Chorus]

Oh little brother please refrain from doing that,
I'm trying to help you out so can you stop being a twat.
It's time that you and I sat down and had a little chat,
And look me in the eyes take off that stupid fitted cap.

[Chorus]

Please don't despair
Please don't despair
Mon frere

Nite, nite

No, Not A Real Post

Yeah...suckers. Thought you'd actually get something out of me. :thinks: Why am I being so mean spirited? Oh well...here's some bs for my history paper that's due in 5 hours and 48 minutes. Stupid, stupid, evil Ms. Croon and her stupid evil turnitin.com thing, evilness. Ugh I hate the woman.

Intro- "watershed presidencies"
Set up comparison: Wilson = demo progressive (hypocrite), Roosevelt = repub progressive (slightly less hypocritical)
Basic background info

Roosevelt - "speak softly and carry big stick"
Discuss early history (ashama, trying to be his dad){1par} then move onto how this was seen his policy and later actions (Sp-Am war, imperialism){1-2par}
Discuss repercussions on rest of twentieth century{1-2par}

Wilson - God's tool
Same as Roosevelt, with emphasis on religious overtones in policy decisions

Conclusion - wrap up by saying how the two were alike (progressive, international world view) and how their different from each other (everything else), explain how they are both different models for a modern presidency

Ugh...now I just have to write it. Poo.

Better

My nose and my fingers are freezing, but Rick's singing so I'm happy. It's funny, today I talked to Farber about my recent feelings of frustrations and about how technically if I dated someone who is 17 it would be pedophilia, decided that my internal fantasies could screw themselves and have been listening to my entire collection of Kaiser Chiefs in my Yahoo Jukebox account for the past hourish and damnnit if I don't feel better. Yeah, I'm weird, I know. But it isn't it nice? I think it's nice.
I found out today that my selection for representing the 70's is actually from the 1980 which kind of sucks. I've been trying to find someone (anyone) from the 70's to be representative of that era. My main concern is that I won't be able to find one that isn't the Kinks. Damn them for spanning so many eras! Damn punk rock for not starting until the late 70's! Damn you all!! But yeah...The Jam came along the same time as the Clash, the Ramones, Elvis Costello and the Sex Pistols. Freaky (though not really.)
My parents have decided that I would make a really good bartender. :nods: Yes friends when I turn 21 I'll be the one giving you your beer or martini. Best not piss me off between now and then.
:sighs: Oh Farber is a crazy, crazy man...

Mechanical

So I haven't had a real post in awhile. Sorry about that. I've been in a bit of a mood, so writing hasn't been foremost in my mind. Actually playing solitaire has. In any event I'm feeling a bit better and thought I might update a bit more comprehensively than I have in the past week or so. Not that there's so much to say. I mean...my life just isn't that interesting. But I'll try.
So I've been listening to Lily Allen like non-stop for the past few days. A friend of mine suggested this site called radio.blog.club which is totally neato. I've decided that if I can't find it on Yahoo, this site is my backup. So that's good.
Bleh...Mostly I've just been feeling overwhelmed by life. I don't actually have that much work, but it's like any work is too much. I guess I'm just not pushing myself. I don't know, maybe I just have a severe case of early onset senioritis. I think the most annoying part is that I'm self editing this journal. I know I am. It's like I have no where to vent anymore. I don't want to "offend" anyone. Or, well, one person. Not that I think she would actually care, but nonetheless. I just hate feeling like this and I'm just tired of not being able to tell anyone. Mum always overreacts, Dad doesn't give a shit because his life is "worse" than mine is, Sophs isn't here and I don't feel close enough to anyone I know to talk about this. It just sucks. I just want someone other than Farber to talk to, like really talk. Not fluffy shit. God. No one gets it! I'm not a sounding board anymore, I don't want to be that. And no, I don't want you're opinion either, please just let me vent. It's just so frustrating.

So Much to be Frustrated About

:screams in her head:
:continues to listen to Lily Allen, recently discovered saviour:
:silently curses Kaiser Chiefs for exsisting and luring her into the British music world:
:continues to scream in her head:

Everything's Just Wonderful

So today turned out to be kind of crappy. The weekend wasn't so bad, except when I felt like running machetes through everyone in the whole auditorium. Very bad mood, very bad. In any event I have some lyrics. Lily Allen. Then an article that makes me smile. First though, lyrics:

Everything's Just Wonderful (hooray sarcasam!)
Do you think, everything, everyone, is going mental,
It seems to me that it's spiralling outta control and it's inevitable,
Now don't you think,
This time is yours, this time is mine,
Its temperamental,
It seems to me, we're on all fours,
Crawling on our knees,
Someone help us please

Oh Jesus Christ almighty,
Do I feel alright? No not slightly,
I wanna get a flat I know I can't afford it,
It's just the bureaucrats who won't give me a mortgage,
Well it's very funny cos I got your fuckin money,
And I'm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustn't grumble,
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

Chorus
Oh yeah, I'm fine,
Everything's just wonderful,
I'm having the time of my life.

Don't you want something else,
Something new, than what we've got here,
And don't you feel it's all the same,
Some sick game and it's not insincere,
I wish I could change the ways of the world,
Make it a nice place
Until that day, I guess we stay,
Doing what we do
Screwing who we screw

Why can't I sleep at night,
Don't say it's gonna be alright,
I wanna be able to eat spaghetti bolognaise,
and not feel bad about it for days and days and days.
In the magazines they talk about weight loss,
If I buy those jeans I can look like kate moss,
Oh no it's not the life I chose,
But I guess that's the way that things go,

Chorus x2

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba etc.

Oh Jesus Christ almighty,
Do I feel alright? No not slightly,
I wanna get a flat I know I can't afford it,
It's just the bureaucrats who won't give me a mortgage,
Well it's very funny cos I got your fuckin money,
And I'm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustn't grumble,
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

Oh well I guess it's just the way that things go,
I suppose that's the way the cookie crumbles,
Oh well I guess it's just the way that things go,
I suppose that's the way the cookie crumbles.

"Emo is Dead," so says Tom.

Have a nice night. I'm going to go hide a hole.