Sunday, December 27, 2009

With this fever, FEVER!

Well, it's been a while. I got swallowed whole by a few deciding grade exams and a pre-Christmas essay present. I went all out with a good seven pages in forty minutes. Anyway, Christmas was quiet, and didn't really seem like christmas. I got a new camera, phone(yay no more "vintage" flip), and a few dresses including a very cute one from modcloth.

Squeal.

But I had a much better time giving out gifts to twelve of my friends total. I'm giving mon copain his gift tomorrow. And I'm in a generous mood. It's much more fun giving gifts that excite people, whether it's a car or a hug, I'd prefer the latter, the gift giving smiles are pricless.

Texting is becoming alot more personal than you'd think. It's almost the most impersonal thing yet alot happens over those damn phones. This whole sexting thing adds a major dose of drama and can easily screw an entire reputaion with one click of a button. Yikes. Careful kiddies.

Anyway, Christmas just reminded again of what matters. The ones who actually care and love you. Think about. Which friend told you, called you, or even texted you merry Christmas? Those are probably the keepers; the ones who mean something. Keep priorities and hope. It's times like these that can hurt more than any others. The whole "Christmas Spirit" thing is totally bs most of the tiime, other than the highs kids get on candy canes and chocolate. You have to find happiness on your own. Not with a holiday, or a friend, or that one special person that doesn't seem to want you. Go find the resolution for yourself. And stop complaining. That never gets anyone anywhere.

Let's rise up.

Oh and did I mention that I'm totally head over heels in love with Adam Lambert's new album. He is quite delicious.

Peace, love, and rock n' roll.

Song of the Day:
My one and own, I wanna get you alone, give you a fever, fever.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Every Morning I Wake Up....

I officially hate my alarm clock. It's like every morning, no, the middle of the night, at 5:35, this animal, demon, creature starts to bitch at me to wake up. I have to crawl out of my bed, stretch, and continue another day of my dead end, boring, luckless life. It's a never ending cycle, repeat, repeat, repeat.

It's seriously getting to me. I'm so tired that I nod off continuously, in a semi-concious state for at least to periods a day. Mostly social studies and geometry. An emptiness, and sheer lack of motivation just overwhelms me. Why do I have to get out of bed every morning? To spend another pointless day working. It never ends. And then, it occurs to me that for the rest of my life, it's going to be like this. Constant fatigue, and worry, and ache, and emptiness, and lifelessness. Obviously, my mood is a little sour.

Anyway, I REALLY need to write, but I've had so many other writing assignments that it's just gotten pushed back. I need Christmas break. Now. But I'm going to be sick, along with other fun ailments anyway, so it's just gonna be blah. I did buy gifts for my friends, and I hope they like them. It took awhile! Yay.

blah.

Song of the Day: Btw, this song came on shuffle the first time I put all the No Doubt stuff on my ipod on my birthday. It creeped me out.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Today the first winter snow fell, in tiny little flakes, drifting and swirling through the air. It made everything wet and cold, only dusting the ground, but it set the stage for the rest of my day. The smallest things make the biggest impact nowadays. So the rest of the day, while it snowed, I didn't change the radio station when all those cheesy christmas songs came on, or stare apethitcally out the window. It got me in enough holiday spirit that I ended up making cookies, which I think I broiled instead of baked. The first batch isn't entirely cooked. So I think I might get food poisening. I'm waiting for the sick feeling now. Oh, well.

Ma mere is out shopping and mon pere is at work, so I'm stuck at home with mon petite frere. Ugh. And his friend. Who just play COD ALL DAY! I swear I can see the graphics in my sleep. I should be doing geometry homework, or finishing a chapter in RITF, but nooooo. I'm reading fanfiction and baking cookies and blogging. Why? Because I can. Not having school empowers me. And because I have not an ounce of concentration.

I went to a friend's party last night and had a blasty blast. Everyone there was the most random motley crew of kids you could've picked. The only we really shared in common was music taste, Converse sneakers (I made a costom pare with purple zebra stripes, and, yeah, they're pretty bitchin), and DesandNate.

He makes me so angry I want to kill a magician and where him as an outfit travelling on a trip to hawaii!




Anyway, there's a sharp contrast from the preppy-perfect table I switch back and forth from at lunch, where everyone eats their lunch without a crumb misplaced, never swears, and wear purity rings, not that theres anything wrong with that, and my friends I was with last night. A poser-gay kid molested a friend and I and there was an Abby squared spooning session. It only makes me love the people I hang out more. And then we skateboarded in a giant methodist church parking lot. There was no expensive food, fancy clothes, or cups/plates, but that was one of the better nights of my life.

The point is: embrace the cheese, laugh, love, and live a little. A little bit of fun never hurt anyone. And you don't need money or beauty to have a good time. It's time to take off your serious panties and put on the frilly polka dot thong. Do it!

Oh, and if you don't like what you read, go somewhere else, like a less honest, boring blog.

Peace, Love and Rock n' Roll!
Song of the Day: