TGIF

Why are there so many restrauants with names that involve days of the week?

Like Ruby Tuesdays or TGI Fridays...

Well anyway I thought I would write a blog to occupy some of the sad pointless space in time that is this class.

This weekend isn't planned yet. I'm still trying to find something cheap and fun for todayand the rest of the weekend is basically the same scenario.

Maybe I'll go check out the vintage dress shop I found out about in Old Town.

This year for prom I do not want to settle for a dress. I want something vintage and unique. I seem to have a love for everything before my time. From Gregory Peck to Jimi Hendrix. If I had to choose an absolute favorite era...it would probably be the 50's. I know the 60's would have been incredible musically but hey, if I went back in a time machine to the 50's I could just hang around for the 60's too.

Anyway...right now I'm just trying to figure out somethine to do online. It's tough to find entertaining things to do when the school blocks every site I ever liked besides Blogger and Twitter. And it's hard to spend large amounts of time on either one...

So there's that.

Oh, here's some great news from the world of being a teenager.

I went to the doctor abut my acne recently and he prescribed a medication for it.

My biggest problems were dry skin and acne around my chin.

So I have been on this medication for about two weeks now and it has not had a positive effect, nope not even close.

In fact, when I put it on it feels like my skin is sizzling and then five minutes later after it drys it feels like someone sucked all the moisture out of my face and vacuum sealed it.

Also, if any attempt is made to change this...say, putting face moisturizer on...then it feels like my skin is literally burning. Like...picture the scene in Fight Club where Tyler Durden poors lye on the main character's hand. That...all ovah the face.

Niiiiice.

An Ode to Snow

Oh snow. How I loathe you.

You fall constantly from the slate grey sky slowly building an army to throw cars from the roads and cause feet to lose their grip on the concrete.

You're a cold hearted jerk and I don't like the way you're always there. Outside my window, in the walkway to my house, covering the windows of my car.

Sure, you may have started out as lovely light flakes that we all celebrated.

It would snow and we would all gather around in awe.

But that has changed!

I don't know if you've heard, but we all hate you now. That's right!

We say it behind your back all the time. When we see those grey clouds rolling in we all roll our eyes and say to eachother "Great, more snow."

Why can't you stop hogging the spotlight, let the sun come back out and only come around for Christmas and a couple of snow days?

Basically snow...I don't think we can be friends anymore.

I have grown to resent you for falling steadily all evening then letting up all night just to make it so I would have to go to school today. I no longer laugh when I get a boot full of snow. Now, I want to kick you in the face. But you don't have a face. Because you are frozen rain.

So git outta heeah!

Farfetched

Would you like to know a few interesting facts about me? No you say? Well then don't read on. Jerk.

1. When I was at Warped Tour in 2009 I saw Christofer Drew Ingle of NeverShoutNever! alone in his tent looking sad and playing the ukulele.

2. I once fell in love with a man with a mustache because he spoke Russian and sang with a deep voice and played the violin.

3. When Kurt Cobain died I was 3 years old and living 15 minutes from Seattle. Too bad my baby self didn't love Nirvana as much as my current self does.

4. All the men on my dad's side of the family have been in trouble with the law under serious conditions. So has my brother.

5. All the women on my dad's side of the family have been to college.

6. If I would have been 18 at the time elections took place I would have voted for Obama and I would currently be regretting it.

7. I used to subscribe to Game Informer then I subscribed to Alternative Press now I subscribe to Glamour. I see this as a terrible downfall.

8. My mom is my favorite person.

9. I sent in a secret to PostSecret that I will take to the grave.

10. I have thought the same man was the most good looking man in the world since I was 12 years old. Bert McCracken.

11. On my A.C.T test I scored a 31 on the reading portion (the highest you can score) and a 14 on the math portion.

12. My favorite actor from the past is James Dean. I believe that if he would have gotten older he would have looked like George Clooney.

13. I used to live in a trailer in the desert with a cockatiel. There was an empty swimming pool in that trailer park.

14. I have had dreams for the past four nights about John Lennon. The first was about getting a tattoo involving 'Strawberry Fields' the others were about going to his house and talking with Yoko Ono and him.

15. I think I was named Otto in a past life.

In your dreams...

Who gets scrapes on their eyelids anyway? Me, that's who.

I can't even believe it's only tuesday. This week just seems to be dragging on.

Even though we did have a snow day yesterday. But all I did on that snow day

was clean my room, clean my closet, and eat chinese food. It's chine-eezy!

That's a reference to Ratatouille.

I had a dream last night that me and my three best friends (Kristi, Melissa, and Renee) we're all sitting at the top of a hill watching the sunrise. We were just sitting there and suddenly it dawned on me, no pun intended, that this is literally the last time we will all be together this way.

Sure, we may meet up in summers to come when we all come home from our respective colleges, but it'll be different. It will never be the same.

And in my dream I say this to my friends and we all just sit there and we watch the sunrise and we are all perfectly happy.

It felt very final and it made me want to cry a little and it also made me realize that I shouldn't be trying to rush this year so much. I should try my best to remember everything that happens and hold onto the feeling of closeness that you can only have with the people you have known all your life.

So just thought I would put that out there for all ten of my followers to see or not to see, whatever you feel like.

Also, in case you were wondreing, I'm going to see a screening of the movie "The Letter" from 1940, with Bette Davis in it. I have a serious passion for old movies. I love anything in black and white and anything where all the men where fedoras and all the women have accents, even though they're American. From Casablanca to Breakfast at Tiffany's, I love them all. And I'm psyched to pay just three bucks to watch one I've never seen before!

Flossay Flossay

So tonight is Renee's 18th birthday party. We're goin to a hotel not far from here and I'm sure there will be a night full of shenanigans. Yah, people still say shenanigans right?

However, the night will be alcohol free. Which isn't a big deal really.

I got her a pretty epic present...but I cannot write what it is within the confines of this blog because she just may read it...so stay tuned.

But it should be a very good night. Swimming in a heated pool, lounging around in fluffy white robes, and watching cable t.v. Nothing wrong with that.

But I do have a couple more hours of school to endure until then. I mean, I do have an assignment I should TECHNICALLY be doing right now, but I really hate tutorials. Especially on janked up programs that the school got for free that we undoubtly never even see in the real world.

Other than that not much happening.

Oh, I don't know if I have ever mentioned this in a blog before but I'm actually the editor-in-chief of the school paper. Usually this is a position that brings things to my life like stress, eye-twitches, and hours of after school editing that are almost to boring to endure.

But this month is actually going incredibly well. Hopefully I didn't just jinx it by saying that though...

So if anyone that reads this feels like posting some ideas for articles or any tips for making a school paper better/more interesting/ more organized, feel free to post them. :]

Sunrise through a bus window

I have been in a winter rut as of late.

It seems that everything in my daily routine makes me wanna punch a wall

and go hide out in my room for weeks, simultaneously.

But I think I'm slowly emerging from said rut for a few reasons.

One, I wrote everything down in my journal that annoys the shit out of me. So that helped.

Two, I actually saw the sun rise this morning as opposed to every other morning since october where it has been dark and cloudy.

Three, it wasn't freezing as balls this morning.

Four, I have an interview at a local grocery store, after many months of job searching this pleases me immensly.

Five, I know that spring can't be far off. I know that soon it willl melt all the ice and warm up the sky and the clouds will be white instead of grey and the backdrop to my life will be blue instead of the color of cement.

And of course I am holding onto all the plans we have for this summer/ spring. Warped tour, spring break in Florida, senior trip exploring Michigan, and Blissfest. But Blissfest is something so monumental it must have a whole post for itsself.

Yes I believe things are finally begninning to look up.

Bandits.

Sooo.

Spent this morning so far drinking juice called Naked, listening to

Jimi Hendrix, and dreaming about Warped Tour.

I don't know if you've ever been to Warped Tour, but it's like heaven on Earth.

O.K. maybe not for everyone, but it is sweaty, loud, crowded, fun, rock n' roll splendor.

I've had some of the best times of my life at Warped Tour. The very first year I went it was in Cleveland. And it ended up getting bombed by a huge storm that knocked down every vendor, every stage, every tent and every last man standing.

I left that day having seen the best New Found Glory show ever and I still have the scars on my feet from standing in the muddy mosh pit while getting rained on for an hour and half with bare feet.

I've seen incredible bands there, made incredible memories, and gotten incredibly beat up. I've also gotten awesome freebies including demos, bumper stickers, and t-shirts.

Nothing beats the feeling of stepping into those gates and gazing at the masses of people gathered around stages and merch tents. It's kinda like "Ahhh, home."

Shut the Front Door!

There is someone making pteradactyl noises in here.
Suspicious.
Soooo not much to update on.

I started filling out all the paperwork for dorms yesterday.

My friend Renee is turning into a giant creep. She's just going around eating babies and riding a velosal raptor. It's pretty strange. I don't think I'm gonna talk to her anymore.

Also, I dumped a package of candy hearts all over my friend Kristi's windshield.

So there's the update. Oh, and of course I'm oging to see Lovely Bones today and I had a lovely trip to a town up north this weekend. So there.

Bangs! pow.

Hmm, my headphones just exploded. The uh, plastic topper on the earbud just cracked and now the only thing holding it on is my ear. The sound coming out of it is pretty much shit. It's just as cracked as the headphone its self. Fuck.

I should spend my weekly allowance on new headphones but I'm going to get a new nosering instead. I think I'll take some advice and get a pack with a stud as well as a ring, so I can wear the stud to interviews and what not.

Damn, these headphones really sound like crap.

I'm going shopping today to help my friend find a valentines day gift for her boyfriend. Other than that, nothing exciting. Tomorrow though, we're all going skating at a local rink. Which will be pretty awesome because it's really just meant for little kids, which we are not. So that will be sweeet. Like, tweet the deets sweet.

Man, fuck this season. It's to damn cold and to damn gray and to damn dull. There's not even anything interesting to write about!

I'm listening to Joe Purdy through one headphone and trying to find something interesting to do online. Good luck with that.

COOL MATH GAMES!

Aardvark + schnitzel= golem.

I AM:

18 yrs old

sarcastic as they come

a conniesour of peanut butter and banana sandwichs

a fan of a million facebook pages

A hater of Pauly Shore

A ukulele player

Afraid of small spaces and losing loved ones

Leaving for college in August

Broke as a joke

Only satisfied when I'm insanely ridiculously happy

Someone who has the likes of someone far older than I

Bored 8 hours a day

An intergalactic space ferret named Arnold

A firm believer that movies are better in black and white

and fashion was better when women had curves.

Someone who often googles things

A literature nerd and an idiot when it comes to math

A unicorn tamer

Someone who has strange friends and strange pets

....getting out of school early today :]

Pop Tart Bones

So, I'm in class. Just hangin out creating masterpieces.

Except, there's the one small problem of my stomach EATING ITS SELF.

Yah I'm incredibly hungry. Plus, the great thing is, that I didn't eat any breakfast

nor did I bring anything for lunch. So I will have a grumbly stomach for the next

6 and a half hours, roughly.

So for my own sick mind I wanted to post pictures of what I would be eating right

now if the world were a perfect place. Also, if the world were a perfect place, I would

have a body like Cameron Diaz and be dating Johnny Depp. Just so you know.

Mmmmmmm.....

Green Grass and the Smell of Summer

God it kills me to think of the summertime when I'm stuck in the dead of winter.

I remember so vividly everything about the warm weather.

The smell of grass, at Bliss both kinds of grass.

The feeling of a warm breeze blowing lightly across your shoulders.

The car windows rolled down with Jason Mraz playing.

The sound of folk music at a festival.

The feeling of lying in the grass and looking up a blue sky.

The lazy feeling of waking up at noon to the sound of a lawnmower.

The drive up to blissfest with a mandatory morning stop for chocolate milk.

The prickly wheat on the field in the back forty.

Tie dye flags blowing in the dusty breeze.

The late night constant rythym of the Drum Kiva.

Barefeet in green grass.

Sneaking out to go for walks to various playgrounds.

Breathe Owl Breathe.

Being carefree.

Popsicles.

Shorts and tank tops.

Tanned skin.

Sunglasses, so many many sunglasses.

Arizona tea and Snapple, wherever we could find it.

Lengthy road trips. Mini road trips. Idealistic road trips.

Pattycake and Baker's Man

I love the book Catcher in the Rye. I wish everyone in real life talked like Holden Caulfield. But then it might lose its charm. And then everyone really would be a phony. Ha.

I also love the movie Fantastic Mr. Fox. Seriously, awesome.

Today is a pretty average day. I'm looking forward to a night of watching Zombieland and brushing my teeth at the mall. Yah, I do those kinds of things.

I have some conflicting thoughts on friendship. But I choose not to elaborate on them.

Because I do those kinds of things too.

I miss the game Luigi's Mansion for the Gamecube. Me and my brother used to play that game like maniacs. Yah I kicked some ass.

But you know which game is better? Mario Kart 64. Yah I was the shizznitty at that game. I always played as Toad.

I know this is a whole lotta rambling because I also know that very few people actually look at this blog. So I'm not worried.

Favorite word for today: VULCAN.

Favorite song for today: El Pico by Ratatat

Most boring thing that happened today: Riding the bus back to school from LCC

Most exciting thing that happened today: Kristi made a wrong turn in the teacher's parking section and we ended up circling the parking lot screaming.

So put that in your blender and hit FRAPPE!

So much to do, so much to don't.

I'm busy right now.

I'm busy looking up pictures of what the sun looks like in case I forget.

I'm busy wondering about that weird Jude Law movie I watched last night.

I'm busy listening to an old Limbeck album.

I'm busy procrastinating my assignments.

I'm busy thinking about my lack of work expereince and boy experience.

I'm busy glancing at the blank stares on the faces of everyone around me.

I'm busy being full of peanut butter and jelly sandwhich that was shaped like a sunshine face.

I'm busy laughing about a memory of my friend Sierra talking on tape about how my mom watches...us.

I am busy thinking of bubblegum pete and his worldly adventures, he is such a jetsetter.

Man, I am just swamped.

If assholes could fly this place would be busier than O 'Hare

Here I sit once more in my fourth hour class, bored out of my mind. I probably have some knid of assignment to do involving tutorials and adobe, but I won't do it.
Instead I'm gonna listen to the Ramones and pretend I'm elsewhere.
When I was a sophomore in high school my best friend Renee and I used to make up a bunch of different communes.
Each commune would be different. Like one would be in Hawaii and we would live in straw huts and lay on the beach drinking pina coladas and getting a tan all day.
Another would be in Paris and we would live in an awesome loft apartment overlooking the skyline and the eiffel tower and we would walk the streets drinking french coffee and, I don't know, wearing berets.
Basically we would do this to kill the time and stunt the boredom that continues to grow like a freaking chia pet each and every day in high school.

So there's that nice anecdote. All I can say is that I hope things start to pick up soon because this rut is getting so deep I can hardly see the sky. Hell, I can't see the sun at all. But that's just because I live in Michigan and it's February.

Holy guacamole

Is it just me

or is Joaquin Pheonix

An incredibly attractive man?

Or at least he used to be...

before he turned into a wooly mammoth maniac.

he even has the yeti walk down...