8.29.2009

...nothing to say

Sorry, my life is just painfully normal right now.

Marching band, homework, oboe, the occasional hint of a social life/friends, school...

All in all, nothing exciting.

But in my world, I suppose, no news is good news.

8.26.2009

OH MY GOSSSSSSSSSSSSH

IT'S THE SECOND FARKING DAY OF SCHOOL AND WE HAVE A MATH QUIZ TOMORROW.

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

I hate math, I suck at math, and this is ALGEBRA, which I nearly FAILED two years ago.

I am so screwed.

And majorly pissed off. And about to throw my textbook across the room because these problems are ridiculously hard.

I am screeeeewed.

8.25.2009

School

Screw it.

I don't want to wake up early. I just want a break, with no one poking me in the back to get going or keep moving.

Ugh. This is ridiculous. I'm such a whine bucket. Sorry!

8.23.2009

Two words.

See if you can figure out any more of my life for me. School hasn't even started yet, how can it be this confusing? Jeez!

Title: Two words.
Author: Cypress
Summary: One sorry-looking teenage girl’s thoughts and feelings over one weekend, summarized into two words per subject. (AKA, too tired to make this many full sentences actually coherent. Besides, we could all use some crappy forms of poetry now and again, especially by people like me who suck at writing but like it anyway.)

Dad. Workaholic.
Stop cleaning!
So tired.
Back hurts.
Foot hurts.
Knee hurts.
Scrapes hurt.
Bruises hurt.
Bites itch.
Hands hurt.
Hang nail.
Finger scabs.
Eyes hurt.
Ears hurt.
Head hurts.
Owie.
Camp. Tiring.
Love mountains.
Never leave.
Stay forever.
Not.
Bathrooms sucked.
Dirty, gross.
Bugs everywhere.
And mildew.
I’m allergic.
Achoo!
Boy. Confusing.
Love maybe?
Screw it.
Gaaaaah.
Porch swing.
Creaks nicely.
Beatles song.
Singing. Good.
Comforting… depressing.
Confusing much?
Oh, yeah.
Sister. Brat.
Too much.
Ack.
Vegetarian food?
No no.
Camp food.
Just meat.
Ew.
Ran activities.
Us, dad.
Rifle range,
Mountain top.
Loooong walk.
Very hot.
Mountain cool.
For all,
Fire balls!
Good candy.
Bad shot.
No bull’s-eyes.
No candy.
Oh well.
BB guns?
Good idea.
Neck hit,
Shots ricochet.
That hurt.
Bad idea.
Ow ow.
Stupid boy.
In head.
Won’t leave.
Stupid boy.
Stupid boy.
Hate you.
Love you.
Go away.
Now, please.
School starts.
Two days.
OH NOES!
Not ready,
Am I?
Stupid me.
Hate school.
Please no.

8.20.2009

WACKA-WACKA!

I have new shoes.

I'd like to call myself original, seeing as half the people who own Converse are "wemos" and get low-tops in black with neon pink/green laces.
Mine, they're white with purple laces. And red and blue racing stripes, instead of standard black.









Win!

8.18.2009

Map Of The Problematique

A few things to say:

-I am done. I am done! Yay. No more waking up at 7 and coming home at 9, until school starts... in a week. Um, crap.

-I have an oboe audition in ... A week and two days. I have to play Respighi's Pines of Rome. That's the whales song in Fantasia 2000. (I mean really.. Pines of Rome, then flying whales? Ummm...)

-Also, the title of this post is a song by Muse and I think it kinda fits my life right now. But, that's that. I'm not going to let it get me.

-And.... I just emailed Taylor about this a little while ago.

Remember me ranting and raving about a guy named JR ages ago, those of you who know me? Well, I also mentioned him in like my fourth post ever, so if you want to go look, go for it. Anyways we professed our undying love for each other on the bus ride home one day in second grade, then didn't speak again until freshman year.

This morning I thought... jeez, what if he remembers that too?

Ha, that's awkward. Ha. Ha. No.

8.16.2009

"whups, put the silly thing in reverse..."

(A cookie to anyone who can name the character who said that.)

This is very much backwards. Last year, it annoyed me a bit that he texted me all the time. I felt like he thought I was his personal entertainment system or something. He texted me just to say hi a lot of the time. I wished it away.

Now, I want it back. He doesn’t text back immediately. Or he texts back one word answers. Sometimes, he doesn’t text back at all. He’s not practically waiting by the phone for me to text, like before. Can I blame him? No, definitely not. He’s not my personal entertainment system.

Now, what does this sound like?

Stupid karma. I see how it is. =P

I kinda feel like I was getting eaten by the world last year, so I bit back. Then nothing happened, and now I’m getting eaten from the inside out.

By me biting, I mean me lashing out and wishing for it all to go away.

Now look what happened.

I’m getting eaten from the inside out now.

I am trying to focus on “Across the Universe” as my mantra. It’s not really working…

I keep telling myself nothing’s going to change my world, but it will. Everything will change my world. Everything will change. Nothing can pass me by without moving me or changing me in some way. Nothing can happen without me feeling it. Everything changes me. Everything changes who I am, every time anything happens, I change. In little ways that sometimes I don’t even notice, but I am a different person than I was last year. Last year, I was different than I was in middle school.

Who is John Lennon kidding? “Nothing’s going to change my world.” Right. Jai, Guru Deva. (Means thank you, Guru Deva, the Beatles' meditation coach or whatever you call it. Only I'm being sarcastic here.) Right. Stupid Guru Deva. He’s got it all wrong.

8.15.2009

Across the Universe

Words are flowing out
Like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai Guru Deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light
Which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai Guru Deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of earth
Are ringing through my open views
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love
Which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai Guru Deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva


This is the best song ever written by the Beatles. Besides Here Comes the Sun and Eleanor Rigby.

8.13.2009

You're an idiot.

But I love you anyway.

*huggles*

8.10.2009

Day Off

Finally.

Just once in my life. Woohoo!

Here's my to-do list for the day.

Sleep in.

Eat as much junk food as I like for breakfast.


Do no chores.

Play as many video games or read as many books as I would like.

Do whatever I want.

Finally I'm on my own schedule, yay!

And then tomorrow, it's back to the lab with me.

8.03.2009

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Gghhyaaaaa it doesn't fit right. Well, I tried. And no, I didn't make this.

8.02.2009

Ten Years From Now

Yeah... I can see it now...

Ten years from now, I walk into a bar, sit down, and order a drink. Then, this really nice looking guy walks in, and he's kinda cute too. He orders a drink.

"So," he says. "You come here often?"

What a cliche line. "Not really. What about you?"

"Oh, every once in a while," he says. The conversation goes on for a bit.

Then I ask: "So, what do you do?"

"Well, I'm actually right now *insert some awesome, either high-paying or really cool sounding job here*. What do you do?"

"Um, well, you see... I collect icons."

Yes, folks, I do. Take a look at how I've wasted my past like two hours.

Click on it to see it bigger. And if you want more... I've got 20 of them. Literally...



Hello!

Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)