12/2/10

Good morning little box. Nice to see you again, and type into you. (I half expected words to reply to me like Tom Riddle's diary.) I can barely type now because I'm holding my cat. She probably won't like it when I come home later smelling like a bunch of cats. So, yeah, going to Kitty City tonight and I conned Lole into coming too so I won't be all alone and sad and working. YAY, LOLE! I drank a whole travel cup of coffee so I'll be just jacked up enough to really work. I'll tell you how that goes later. I have to write a journal entry anyway.

So tomorrow the Civics classes are going on a field trip. Surprise, surprise: I'm not too excited. We all have to dress up and then spend 3 class periods wandering around the government center, interviewing people and balancing budgets. I'll go in optimistic though. I mean, I won't have to carry around a bookbag all day. Plus, it'll be a homework-less Friday! Maybe I'll be put in a group with people I like, and maybe they'll ask good questions and the officials and workers will be funny and charming with responses, maybe I'll make a new friends or two, maybe I won't have to go pee every 2 seconds. :) We'll cross our fingers.

I am gonna miss third period though. I completely love painting! My monster for our Monster Project is a semi-demonic kitty named Madamoiselle Fluffykins and I'm hoping she's adorable. Ahh, I also don't wanna get behind with that. I don't know if you can take a painting home or not. But all my other classes, I won't miss so much. Let's see in 1st period...we're working on a paper, in 2nd period we're rehearsing Goldilocks...and writing a paper, and in 4th I just got assigned an economics project where I have to make a presentation....and write a paper. Kill me now? Or...something? Oh, also! The day this volunteer project is due is also the day when we perform Goldilocks at night. Asdfghjkl; pooooooooooooooop. I dunno, one thing will be off my chest I guess, but it still seems like important things should not be together that way.

Dad is on his way home: OFF TO VOLUNTEER! AWAYYYYY!

And I did nothing.

They didn't need volunteers tonight so Lole and I just walked around and played with the cats for a little over an hour then came home. They were all really cute and I bet if I worked there regularly I would fall in love. Animals <3

Today was an overall good day. Friends, productivity, fun conversations, mutual respect, theatre, and kitties.

12/1/10

It's the 1st! Oh my goodness it's the first of December! What to speak of? I'm so not prepared to write tonight. Today I was scatterbrained, talkative, and overall just not productive. I'm not in the mood to be serious and hardworking, as bad as that may sound. I'm in a summer state of mind. Here are some interesting links:

March to the beat...

Justin Beaver?

5 minute cake

Best makeup idea ever

Best song ever written about Abraham Lincoln
(You should probably skip through the overly long intro.)

How to Love

You Know You Want To

Spiders Are Scary, You're Supposed to be Afraid of Them


And now I think I'll go do civics homework and text my loves.

Ugly Pass

I'm thinking about inventing an ugly pass to keep in my pocket for special occasions. Occasions when I look a mess, I'm completely aware of it, and no one should be allowed to comment. The ugly pass would be a bandaid fix for that afternoon drag. It's a proven scientific fact, tested by women from century to century, that the afternoon drag will almost always occur, arguably. The reasons for this lapse in beauty and allure is fairly simple: What do we do in the morning? We get up and get ready. We do our hair and makeup and stand as long as we need to in front of the mirror till our clothes are laying just right on our bodies. Then, as the day wears on-most of that wears off. The hair gets frizzy, falls out of it's holder, or heaven forbid starts looking dirty. The makeup melts, the eyeliner smudges, the mascara sticks, and (we realize later) there is a huge, extremely apparent line separating the makeup on our face and our bare neck. And above it all- the skirt has gotten bunchy in the back, the cami is lopsided underneath a stained shirt, and since it was cold and you put on your mismatching jacket, you totally threw the whole ensemble. When all this happens, when you look into the mirror at yourself after a long day, sometimes........... you'd rather not fix it. You jump in the shower, throw your hair up, and walk around in sweatpants and a sports bra. It's one of those afternoon drags where your own mother can't look at you. One of those times when everyone is thinking, "Who let this science-experiment-from-the-pit-of-Hades in and how can we get her away?"

Or...

At least that's how you feel. In these situations you should be allowed to wear said sports bra and sweatpants, not caring about how much acne or acne medication is slathered across your chest and face, or the bit of holidays still showing on your middle. You should just stick your hair up haphazardly and pin your bangs at random. You wave your ugly flag and you don't really care who sees. Oh yes! We all deserve such an ugly pass.

11/29/10

Oh it is so cold in my house! I hate it. But, oh well. I'm hoping to start blogging again during December just because it's such an exciting month. Also hectic and full of activity, so we'll just see how this goes.

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Today I've been in a crazy good mood. I blamed this upon the fact that I was slightly sleep deprived and school was a shock to my system, but it's 3:00 and I haven't crashed yet. So maybe I am in just an insanely good mood. Not a huge surprise though. The break was pretty fantastic for me. (I wish I had a mic to transfer my speaking to writing because typing isn't that easy and my fingers are slower than my mind.) Uhm, what was I talking about? Oh, good mood. Right. I dunno from whence it came, this good mood front, but I hope it stays.

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I don't want to complain about how I have to do a service project for Civics. So right here _____________ is me not complaining.

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I was thinking about typing up everything I eat during the day in some of these posts. But, actually since I'm at school most of the day I eat significantly less. I mean, over the holiday, especially since it was Thanksgiving, I ate SO much. Like, a comical amount of food. I sat there one night, chewing, thinking to myself, "Why am I still hungry? Just 2 hours ago I ate a whole Thanksgiving meal. What the hey." But, in retrospect maybe you don't actually wanna hear about my food journey. Just thinking out loud.

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This weekend is my lovely friend Lole's 16th birthday! He happens to be 15 days older than me, that geezer. I'm excited and I hope we get to do something lovely and that he likes my present and what not. Happy Birthday Lole. Really. Happiness. For you. On the day of your birth. -thrusts happiness at you- There. Man, 16. It seems crazy, doesn't it? Little me-little you- turning 16. Maybe it isn't as big a deal as I feel like it is. But wow..2 years away from being an adult and past the point of being so close to childhood. It's kind of awesome and feels so new and sudden and unexpected. Let's enjoy it.

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Totally stole the format of this particular post from Jeremy C. So, a shout out to him. I enjoy it. Though I know I'm being very random the separation keeps me feeling more sane about it. "These are separate ideas, see? This post makes sense!" I wish I was eloquent or exciting in my blogs. Or just something other than a mess of words and whatever is on my mind.

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Is tomorrow the Glee finale for this season? EXCITING!

Something the Voldemort I follow on twitter posted which only vaguely relates to this topic. Who else follows him? Andrew?

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I wanna see HP again. And read HP again. And fall in love with HP again.

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All my love, Mik.

At Peace

Life is tenuous and I am the eternal tightrope walker. Life is experimentation and mistakes, changes and stagnant periods, a rushed flush of frenzy and fluidity. Therein lies the appeal. All those contradictions and theories and categories. Life cannot be defined, captured fully-held in the hands. But I am happy at this moment and praying for the feeling to stay. Life and I are at peace.

There are too many doubts here.

This is not how it is supposed to feel.

Does it Dance or Does it Stomp

Does my mind dance?
Or does it stomp?
Does my smile entice?
Or does it confuse?

I am smiling for you
and you are walking away from me.

And everything I am,
Or think I am,
Or hope to be,
Still happens to be
wrapped up
In how you respond
to me.



The Chain-Ingrid Michaelson