once upon a time

once there was a princess.
she got married to a prince,
and they lived happily ever after.
the end.

okay, not the end.
let me tell you her story.
she isn’t really a princess,
but that’s the best way i can think of
to start a fairy tale.

she is an average girl.
i’m sure you’ve already read about her.
she wasn’t
anything...

special.

she was just...
herself.

she loved this prince, you see.
well, he isn’t really a prince,
either.
but he was to her.

today,
she
is
depressed.

it is raining outside.
it looks a bit like her heart does...
cold, grey, crying.
maybe she’s overreacting.
but she feels like ten pounds of crap
in a five pound bag.

that prince...
she just can’t get him out of her head.

one day, she dreams, they will be married
on a breezy day by the sea
in the spring...
somehow.

they’re from different countries
and their families believe different things.
so marriage would be a challenge.

but, she reminds herself,
the fairytales all say
love transcends everything.

unfortunately,
i lied to you before,
and this is not a fairy tale.

neither of them are royalty.

they do not live happily ever.

and love can not transcend everything.

Dear Grooveshark

I love you, but you need to stop messing up my music playlist thingy. I've had it with wasting time trying to get it to not repeat songs like eight times. I give up. You win.


But if this continues, I may have to end our relationship.


Love,
Cypress.

PS. I'm really bored.

i feel like i don't know you anymore.

Edit. It's 10:15. The annoying neighbors have a live band blaring music at some stupid party. How inconsiderate. I have a canker sore in my mouth. I just watched Avatar. Again. I feel a little depressed. I'm not getting much in return for all that I'm losing. The problem is, I've given it up, so why should I get anything in return?

My sister is pissed off for no reason and it's spreading. I'm out of purple kool-aid mix. I'm bored. And tired, but the music is keeping me up. normally loud music doesn't bother me because I'm usually pretty patient and good-natured towards that sort of thing. But not in this mood.

I haven't seen the guy I like since Sunday last week and it... I'm bothered by the fact that I'm not bothered by the fact that it doesn't bother me. I know that looks confusing. It bothers me that I'm not being bothered by not being bothered. (I give up with English.) Hopefully I just won't cry too much when I have to play at his graduation, then. I'm hot with this blanket and cold without. I feel fat. I want to cut my hair before I chicken out but my appointment is next saturday. I feel lazy and lethargic. I don't have much of a to-do list anymore except to study for my exams and discernment interview for Confirmation next week, but I'm still really stressed.

Alltel got bought out by Verizon, and I hate Verizon. Now I'm stuck with it. They also changed their voice mailbox, which is confusing and annoying and I'm not in the mood to deal with it, ever. So if you call me I probably sound really pissed off when you get my voice message. That's why. Because my mailbox talks to me in some annoyingly cool voice, telling me to press 2 to pause, 3 to skip, 4 to save, 5 to do something I've never heard of, 6 to save it for this many days, 9 to just save it, and then no main menu button. I was ready to start hollering at it and then that maddeningly silky electronic voice apologises and tells me I haven't pressed anything, then repeats all those buttons again.

This band is really starting to piss me off. It's 10:30. Go to bed. Oh hey wait they're playing Love Song by the Cure. OK. Redeemed. Still, they've been playing since maybe 4 or 5 today. Wrap it up y'all.

i'm really pissed off and upset and needed to rant. I've been feeling sarcastic and bitchy for the past few hours. Please feel free to either comment in Chinese or not at all. Like always. bye.

hey, let's be friends

Maybe I'll hurt you and push you away when someone better comes along.
Maybe I'll never figure you out.
Maybe I'll annoy the shit out of you.
Maybe I'll turn out to be a backstabbing bitch.
Maybe I'll make you cry.
Maybe you'll hurt me and push me away when someone better comes along.
Maybe you'll never figure me out.
Maybe you'll annoy the shit out of me.
Maybe you'll turn out to be a backstabbing bitch.
Maybe you'll make me cry.

But who cares?

amused, or offended?

Today I got told by a complete stranger that I look like Sarah Palin.

I'm not sure how to take this.

hmmm...

Once again, I'm debating what to do with my hair since it's super boring. I'm considering a Zooey Deschanel/Katy Perry type of bangs, see-

I'd also like to note the uncanny resemblance between Zooey Deschanel and Katy Perry. I put Katy first and Zooey next. I actually am having a tough time telling the difference. Crazy. Has anyone else noticed that? Seriously go look it up. Oh whatever anyways... those of you who know me, would I be able to pull off bangs like that?

Oh yeah, and it's Taylor's birthday today. Happy birthday!(;

How do you say goodbye to someone who had you at hello?

All I'm getting out of life right now is an abundance of questions and an eerie shortage of answers.

However, on a positive note, since it is Easter, can now eat junk food guilt-free! I went to the beach and the mountains in the past three days (long story), so remind me to post pictures. You know I always forget. Happy Easter!

ps. while i'm here i have a rant. whoever it is who keeps posting spam in comments about viagra and kidneys and crap, you are very uncool. i've deleted all of your wall-of-text comments advertising whatever the hell you're advertising. you're stupid and unless you can post something remotely interesting then please do us all a favor and take a long walk off a short pier. thank you. rant over.