I'm not kidding.
It's better now then it was before but it's still there which peeves me more than when Bailey cuddles up to me and I end up with her but in my face. At first I thought it was me breaking out cause- well I'm gonna be straight up and honest cause it's my blog and I don't have to be face to face with you so it's easier for me to be honest. Anyway I figured I was just breaking out because of my period, but here's the thing- I'd already had my period and had been off it for a couple of days. Usually what happens for me is I break out some and have cramps a week before I actually get it. And when I say cramps I mean the kinda cramps that suck so much lemons that you wanna dig yourself a hole and die in it, yeah those kinda cramps.
Great now that we've finished discussing my cycle, let's move on shall we?
Okay so as I was saying, I thought they were zits but they're not, they're mosquito bites. I don't what it is with mosquitoes and my blood, but its like it sings for them and as soon as I step even one foot outside they smell me and charge full steam ahead at me, I wish they'd piss off. So now I'm stuck with the reminders that some stupid mosquitoes got away with some of my blood, my precious blood! What if I was attacked?! And the blood they took away from me was enough to make the small difference and save my life! Now being rational I know that the blood they took doesn't matter, but I'm just wanting some sympathy right now cause this sucks.
In case you're wondering- NO I will not be putting a picture of my forehead on here cause as soon as these go away I would not like to come on here and have to see it again. Thanks but no thanks.
P.S. Man what I wouldn't give for a donut right now.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Don't text me if you don't know how to answer in a nice timely fashion.
I'm serious don't do it.
That is one of the things that peeves me the most is when you're texting someone and they don't answer you back. OR take FOREVER to answer you.
I think it's worse when the individual whom you are texting texts you first, okay? Texts you first, and then just decides not to answer! Like seriously? If you had no intention on carrying out this conversation to a decent end, why bother to even start it? Loser.
I on the other hand, will answer you nice a timely and I will reply with more than one letter.
Oop, there's another one! I know it's texting and proper English isn't needed, but if I take the time out of my life to text you something lengthy cause you wanna know the whole story, and you can't wait til we can talk on the phone later. Then answer me with more than a "K." or "Lolz" or any other annoying short answer. And then that person can get a little annoyed that I didn't text them back, well...To bad. I take a one letter answer or something like 'lolz' as a 'goodbye I'm done putting effort in this.' So I will not answer you. Then you get mad and you're like "why didn't you text me back?!" when we're on the phone later. WHAT am I supposed to reply to that?!?
I hate having to feel like I'm the one who has to put all the effort into keeping this conversation on a nice smooth roll, you can carry some of this to you know.
Two last things I'll talk about are: When you're texting someone and it's good you're both being decent and answering back nice and timely, then all of a sudden they stop, out of nowhere. And they don't text you back at all until like that night or something. Let me tell you, you better have good reason for blowing me off like that, and I'm not talking something like: "My phone died." Nope won't accept that, cause it's called get your charger and plug it in, or if you're not home let me know your phone is going to die. Idiot. But if you do that I want an answer like: "'I'm sorry that I didn't text you back, but a dragon busted into my house and I had to go ninja on it. But the whole time I was dying to answer you text." I can accept that.
One last thing: You're texting someone and then they abruptly stop, and answer you back like 40 million hours ago about what you were talking about earlier. NO! That conversation is dead and gone don't try to bring that back up in here.
This makes me sound like a clingy psychotic human being... Yay!
That is one of the things that peeves me the most is when you're texting someone and they don't answer you back. OR take FOREVER to answer you.
I think it's worse when the individual whom you are texting texts you first, okay? Texts you first, and then just decides not to answer! Like seriously? If you had no intention on carrying out this conversation to a decent end, why bother to even start it? Loser.
I on the other hand, will answer you nice a timely and I will reply with more than one letter.
Oop, there's another one! I know it's texting and proper English isn't needed, but if I take the time out of my life to text you something lengthy cause you wanna know the whole story, and you can't wait til we can talk on the phone later. Then answer me with more than a "K." or "Lolz" or any other annoying short answer. And then that person can get a little annoyed that I didn't text them back, well...To bad. I take a one letter answer or something like 'lolz' as a 'goodbye I'm done putting effort in this.' So I will not answer you. Then you get mad and you're like "why didn't you text me back?!" when we're on the phone later. WHAT am I supposed to reply to that?!?
I hate having to feel like I'm the one who has to put all the effort into keeping this conversation on a nice smooth roll, you can carry some of this to you know.
Two last things I'll talk about are: When you're texting someone and it's good you're both being decent and answering back nice and timely, then all of a sudden they stop, out of nowhere. And they don't text you back at all until like that night or something. Let me tell you, you better have good reason for blowing me off like that, and I'm not talking something like: "My phone died." Nope won't accept that, cause it's called get your charger and plug it in, or if you're not home let me know your phone is going to die. Idiot. But if you do that I want an answer like: "'I'm sorry that I didn't text you back, but a dragon busted into my house and I had to go ninja on it. But the whole time I was dying to answer you text." I can accept that.
One last thing: You're texting someone and then they abruptly stop, and answer you back like 40 million hours ago about what you were talking about earlier. NO! That conversation is dead and gone don't try to bring that back up in here.
This makes me sound like a clingy psychotic human being... Yay!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Do you really think it makes a big difference?
Osama Bin Laden is dead.
Yeah, it's true but honestly, think about this, and I mean really think about this:
How much relief to do you truly feel knowing this?
Yeah, for sure there's relief to be felt about this, but not a lot of it. I think people are taking this and running with it way to far. It's a small win for the U.S.A which is something to be proud of (I'm waving my American flag), but I still don't think people should be taking this as far as they are.
But that's just my opinion.
Some may say "now that he's dead there's no need to even have any of the slightest fear of going into an airport." Here's what I think on that:
Wrong.
He's dead yes, but he's only ONE person! Do you know how many followers he has? That are probably pissed off their friggin' rockers about this, so I personally feel very unsafe right now and nervous. Try and see things through my point of view:
He knew that he was going to die sooner or later, It could have been from us like it happened to play out, it could have been an illness, it could have been from old age. Hell it could have been an elephant fell out of the sky and landed on his head! However it happened he knew that he was going to die, so he probably has had someone who knew his plans who he's taught what to do and how to take over when he dies for quite some time now. He has many followers, not to mention he has sons that could pick up where he left off.
Do you see what I'm getting at here? We're on red alert here. I'm holding my breath waiting to see if they're going to do something, and I'm not saying it's gonna happen tomorrow or the next day, it could happen in years time. But that won't change anything, it would still happen and we'd come round in a full circle and be right where we left off with Osama. Waiting for what this new person is going to do, trying to track them down. I don't think anythings changed at all. The only thing that's changed is that Hell has a new resident, set up in his own private room of eternal darkness.
May he rot in the deepest pit of Hell.
Yeah, it's true but honestly, think about this, and I mean really think about this:
How much relief to do you truly feel knowing this?
Yeah, for sure there's relief to be felt about this, but not a lot of it. I think people are taking this and running with it way to far. It's a small win for the U.S.A which is something to be proud of (I'm waving my American flag), but I still don't think people should be taking this as far as they are.
But that's just my opinion.
Some may say "now that he's dead there's no need to even have any of the slightest fear of going into an airport." Here's what I think on that:
Wrong.
He's dead yes, but he's only ONE person! Do you know how many followers he has? That are probably pissed off their friggin' rockers about this, so I personally feel very unsafe right now and nervous. Try and see things through my point of view:
He knew that he was going to die sooner or later, It could have been from us like it happened to play out, it could have been an illness, it could have been from old age. Hell it could have been an elephant fell out of the sky and landed on his head! However it happened he knew that he was going to die, so he probably has had someone who knew his plans who he's taught what to do and how to take over when he dies for quite some time now. He has many followers, not to mention he has sons that could pick up where he left off.
Do you see what I'm getting at here? We're on red alert here. I'm holding my breath waiting to see if they're going to do something, and I'm not saying it's gonna happen tomorrow or the next day, it could happen in years time. But that won't change anything, it would still happen and we'd come round in a full circle and be right where we left off with Osama. Waiting for what this new person is going to do, trying to track them down. I don't think anythings changed at all. The only thing that's changed is that Hell has a new resident, set up in his own private room of eternal darkness.
May he rot in the deepest pit of Hell.
My Place
I wish there was someplace I could go, to get away from everything and everyone.
This wouldn't be a place like the mall, park, store, no not anyplace like that. This place would be special and unique.
It would be my place.
I want this place to be a big huge field, with really tall dark wavy grass, so tall in fact that you wouldn't be able to see me even when I'm standing up. There would be a path in the sea of grass that would lead me to a dark forest that had trees as tall as buildings and huge leaves that kept any light from coming in and ruining my place. Everywhere in my place is dark and cloudy, cause I like it when it's cloudy. I'm not a huge fan of the sun. I would walk through the forest seeing everything, smelling all the smells you can only find in a forest. Finally I would reach a break in the forest and I would step out onto the sand of a beach.
Not the kind of beach you're probably thinking of, where people go and swimming and try to get a tan. No, this beach, my beach, is the exact opposite. This is the kinda beach that no one wants to go to, some people even may be scared of my beach for it's dark and sparse of any kind of life except for me, and the waves that it frightens them. But to me, this place is beautiful and perfect. The sand is so white I don't even wanna walk on it for I worry it might shatter the harmony of this place. I don't need to worry though, cause this is my place, it came for me and so it adapts to me. As I walk along the shoreline, not close enough to get my feet wet, but close enough to feel the whisper of the wave, I'll find a dock. Not an ordinary dock, this dock will be hundreds maybe even thousands of miles long, so that it can take me far away from the shore, far away from everything. I'll walk the miles of the dock, and with every step I take the dock behind me slowly begins to disappear, so no one can bother me, no one can follow me. This dock understands, it doesn't need me to talk.
I would walk to the very end of this dock, and by now all that's left of it is the big square piece I'm standing on. I'd sit down and dangle my legs and feet over the edge. The water is black, it's so calm out here, the only thing moving is the blue mist. I put my feet on top of the water and it almost seems like if I stood up, I could walk on it. There are no clouds up in the sky, just a pretty gray top, sealing earth away from space. It's so calm and peaceful here that I could stay here like this forever.
This place is beautiful, this place is calm, this place is secret.
This is my place.
This wouldn't be a place like the mall, park, store, no not anyplace like that. This place would be special and unique.
It would be my place.
I want this place to be a big huge field, with really tall dark wavy grass, so tall in fact that you wouldn't be able to see me even when I'm standing up. There would be a path in the sea of grass that would lead me to a dark forest that had trees as tall as buildings and huge leaves that kept any light from coming in and ruining my place. Everywhere in my place is dark and cloudy, cause I like it when it's cloudy. I'm not a huge fan of the sun. I would walk through the forest seeing everything, smelling all the smells you can only find in a forest. Finally I would reach a break in the forest and I would step out onto the sand of a beach.
Not the kind of beach you're probably thinking of, where people go and swimming and try to get a tan. No, this beach, my beach, is the exact opposite. This is the kinda beach that no one wants to go to, some people even may be scared of my beach for it's dark and sparse of any kind of life except for me, and the waves that it frightens them. But to me, this place is beautiful and perfect. The sand is so white I don't even wanna walk on it for I worry it might shatter the harmony of this place. I don't need to worry though, cause this is my place, it came for me and so it adapts to me. As I walk along the shoreline, not close enough to get my feet wet, but close enough to feel the whisper of the wave, I'll find a dock. Not an ordinary dock, this dock will be hundreds maybe even thousands of miles long, so that it can take me far away from the shore, far away from everything. I'll walk the miles of the dock, and with every step I take the dock behind me slowly begins to disappear, so no one can bother me, no one can follow me. This dock understands, it doesn't need me to talk.
I would walk to the very end of this dock, and by now all that's left of it is the big square piece I'm standing on. I'd sit down and dangle my legs and feet over the edge. The water is black, it's so calm out here, the only thing moving is the blue mist. I put my feet on top of the water and it almost seems like if I stood up, I could walk on it. There are no clouds up in the sky, just a pretty gray top, sealing earth away from space. It's so calm and peaceful here that I could stay here like this forever.
This place is beautiful, this place is calm, this place is secret.
This is my place.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Lighting, Thunder, & Rain
I love the rain.
I love to listen to the sounds it makes. The ticking of it softly knocking on your window, or your roof. It's almost like an invitation
We had a lot of rain, and when I say a lot I mean you could have gone swimming in the puddles that became rivers, and that almost became an ocean. I was about ready to start building an arc and go to the zoo to steal some animals. But as long as I could still see the grass I held off on that, then Big Guns Upstairs relaxed and it stopped for a little while. Please understand when I say that it only stopped for a little while. It started up again and it was a lot more than before. I kinda enjoyed it.
I love seeing that huge flash of white and the excitement that comes after, waiting for the huge BOOM that comes next.
But unfortunately, even though I was enjoying the show.
Bailey most certainly wasn't.
The poor thing almost had a heartattack! It was kinda funny a little bit, (I know I'm a bad mom) watching her run around like she was trying to outrun the flashes of lighting. I got my karma for thinking it was funny, I was holding her and carrying her into my room with me when this HUGE BOOM of thunder blasted out of no where. Well she jumped and tore up my arm in the process, I guess it was fair though. Now she can laugh at me.
One of the things I was NOT happy about, was when it HAILED!!! Why?! Why couldn't have been a simple Thunder and rain storm? Not a flipping hail storm! That kinda ruined the whole thing.
But overall I did enjoy watching and listening to the lighting thunder, and rain. Rain is one of my favorite kinds of music.
I took some pics when it was coming down really hard ↓:
I love to listen to the sounds it makes. The ticking of it softly knocking on your window, or your roof. It's almost like an invitation
We had a lot of rain, and when I say a lot I mean you could have gone swimming in the puddles that became rivers, and that almost became an ocean. I was about ready to start building an arc and go to the zoo to steal some animals. But as long as I could still see the grass I held off on that, then Big Guns Upstairs relaxed and it stopped for a little while. Please understand when I say that it only stopped for a little while. It started up again and it was a lot more than before. I kinda enjoyed it.
I love seeing that huge flash of white and the excitement that comes after, waiting for the huge BOOM that comes next.
But unfortunately, even though I was enjoying the show.
Bailey most certainly wasn't.
The poor thing almost had a heartattack! It was kinda funny a little bit, (I know I'm a bad mom) watching her run around like she was trying to outrun the flashes of lighting. I got my karma for thinking it was funny, I was holding her and carrying her into my room with me when this HUGE BOOM of thunder blasted out of no where. Well she jumped and tore up my arm in the process, I guess it was fair though. Now she can laugh at me.
One of the things I was NOT happy about, was when it HAILED!!! Why?! Why couldn't have been a simple Thunder and rain storm? Not a flipping hail storm! That kinda ruined the whole thing.
But overall I did enjoy watching and listening to the lighting thunder, and rain. Rain is one of my favorite kinds of music.
I took some pics when it was coming down really hard ↓:
Monday, April 18, 2011
Q & A
Q: On my 16th birthday, how would I feel about being to have surgery to become pretty?
A: I would be like hell no. I don't think I'm the most ugly person in the world, and I don't feel like I look like troll that should be living under a rock somewhere where the population of people is a cold 0. I do not like the thought of being like everybody else, I do not want to be a barbie doll. I want to be me, and I sure as hell don't want people cutting me open ripping my skin away grinding my bones and muscles to be perfect or whatever. I'm sorry But that does not sound like fun.
Q: What would I do if Hana asked me not to have the surgery?
A: Ummm duh? I would be like "cool man lets blow this joint and go get some food from Phat Burger and a donut." And we would go about our merry way.
I mean seriously people take this fantasy of being perfect WAY to seriously like come on people, give yourself a good ass dose of SELF ESTEEM!!! Get over this little fantasy o being perfect cause you never will be cause no one ever was, and no one will ever be perfect. I'd like to think of myself as 'Perfectly Imperfect' sure I have somethings I'd like to change about myself but I wouldn't wanna be anybody else but me cause I also have things that I really like about myself too. I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me.
A: I would be like hell no. I don't think I'm the most ugly person in the world, and I don't feel like I look like troll that should be living under a rock somewhere where the population of people is a cold 0. I do not like the thought of being like everybody else, I do not want to be a barbie doll. I want to be me, and I sure as hell don't want people cutting me open ripping my skin away grinding my bones and muscles to be perfect or whatever. I'm sorry But that does not sound like fun.
Q: What would I do if Hana asked me not to have the surgery?
A: Ummm duh? I would be like "cool man lets blow this joint and go get some food from Phat Burger and a donut." And we would go about our merry way.
I mean seriously people take this fantasy of being perfect WAY to seriously like come on people, give yourself a good ass dose of SELF ESTEEM!!! Get over this little fantasy o being perfect cause you never will be cause no one ever was, and no one will ever be perfect. I'd like to think of myself as 'Perfectly Imperfect' sure I have somethings I'd like to change about myself but I wouldn't wanna be anybody else but me cause I also have things that I really like about myself too. I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Library Card
Haha, yes! I finally got one and I'm excited about it! I love having a library card again it's so cool the way things work now, I already got a couple things. I got four movies: Death at a Funeral, Scary Movie 4, Paranormal Actvity 2, and Resident Evil Afterlife. I got some books too don't worry I got: Beastly by: Alex Finn, Uglies by: Scott Westerfeld, and Wintergirls by: Laurie Halse Anderson. So I'll be pretty busy with all that, I seriously swear that I'm a kid in a candy store when it comes to books. There's this scanner thing for the cards to look for movies and games and stuff and you scan your card to get your movies out and to check out your books. I could not get the stupid thing to scan my card! Then Michele came over and did no problem, twice... So I was like well great I feel brilliant, Albert Eeinstein is in the building, not. Anyway after like 5 minutes of standing there trying to get this thing to like me and scan my card, I did it! Booyah I'm awesome. I'm gonna be here a lot more with Hana cause now we both have a card and maybe I can rub off on her and get her to read a little bit more. It'll be hard work but nothing is impossibe. I'm gonna go and read my books, watch my movies, and listen to my music...and do my homework. Peace!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Baby Gorgeous
My Baby Gorgeous is my little brother Gage and to him I'm Sisa, he's six years of age and extremely smart. Lately he's been a little tape recorder, I was talking to my Nana's cat Cody who has breath that could kill a moose and every time I go anywhere near him he yawns a mad big yawn, every time! I think he does it on purpose, anyway he was coming towards me and I didn't want him to yawn up in my face so I said: "Go away fatty!" Gage was sitting next to me and after I said that he said "Go away" clear as a bell and I looked at him for a second and I was like "copycat." Then another day when our Nana was trying to wipe off his face after breakfast he wanted to go to his playroom and watch his show, but apparently she wasn't going fast enough for him so he kept saying "Come on, Come on!" Then all of a sudden he goes "Damnit!" I about fell over. It was SO funny oh my God I almost died and he got that from Nana cause she says that a lot and she was like "I guess I need to be more careful around him." It was so funny I had to get up and go where he couldn't see me so I could finish laughing my ass off without him seeing me. We don't wanna him saying any bad words so that's why I had to leave cause I was sitting there trying not to laugh and me holding it in- well trying to anyway made me sound like a dying donkey. Gage is very smart and he works hard everyday, and he's always got this big smile on his face, unless you take to long to clean his face then he will make it apparent to you that he's annoyed. He has to wear braces on his legs up to his knees because he has poor muscle control and that's why he doesn't talk as well as he should. I seriously almost forgot to mention that he has down syndrome but that doesn't matter to me at all I would never change him cause he's perfect the way he is, flaws and all. Which I like to call: Perfectly Imperfect. He's a happy little boy and I love him very much.Tuesday, April 12, 2011
"The popo are commin"
That's the text I got from my best friend Hana last night.
"Are you serious? What happened?!
That was my reply
Even before she had answered me I already had a pretty good idea of what was going on. I knew because Hana and I were on the phone together for like an hour around like 6ish I think it was, but whatever the time it doesn't matter cause the convo was funny and it was fun like it always is with us. Before I get into the crap section of where this story is going I'll tell you one of my favorite parts of the conversation, we were talking and the all of a sudden she cuts off in the middle of what she was saying and was quiet for like second. Then she goes: "The ice cream truck is like right outside my house!" Then I hear her running and I know she's running out to get ice cream so I was like: "Run Hunu, (my nickname for her) Run like the wind!" This is my favorite part, okay then she goes: "I am, ya whore!" Now don't freak cause we call each other names cause we can it's a free country, plus it sounded way funnier cause she is from Long Island so she sorta has an accent when she says certain things. It was so funny, I almost died. Then she was outside and the other kids we hang with, her brothers Gabe, Anthony, "Jay" he's not really her brother but she calls him that sometimes (he's a pain in my ass) and some other kids. Anyway she was in the B-Ball court with them talking to me when the whores of the complex decided they wanted to start shit. These skanks are Odyssey, Andrea, Victoria, and Brianna. They are the complete whores of Heritage. They have done WAY more shit than what I'm gonna tell you in this blog but this is what happened last night.
While Hana was in the B-Ball court, the anorexic whore Victoria came over and started to hit Anthony that's when Hana said she'd call me back later. This is what happened after we hung up. Hana started screaming at Victoria they were going back and forth calling eacthother every name in the book like six times, Odyssey had put dog shit in front Of Anthony's house and everyone was screaming. Then Kristina (Anthony's mom) called the cops. Then the cops came and did the cop routine, you know like "you just gotta ignore them" and blah blah blah. What the hell did she think we've been doing?! It doesn't work cause they're stupid as hell. I know it's not much detail but I wasn't there and it was hard getting all the details from Hana last night, for the obvious reasons. This isn't the first time and I know it won't be the last.
That's why my WHOLE ENTIRE DAY sucked to no end. Peace out.
"Are you serious? What happened?!
That was my reply
Even before she had answered me I already had a pretty good idea of what was going on. I knew because Hana and I were on the phone together for like an hour around like 6ish I think it was, but whatever the time it doesn't matter cause the convo was funny and it was fun like it always is with us. Before I get into the crap section of where this story is going I'll tell you one of my favorite parts of the conversation, we were talking and the all of a sudden she cuts off in the middle of what she was saying and was quiet for like second. Then she goes: "The ice cream truck is like right outside my house!" Then I hear her running and I know she's running out to get ice cream so I was like: "Run Hunu, (my nickname for her) Run like the wind!" This is my favorite part, okay then she goes: "I am, ya whore!" Now don't freak cause we call each other names cause we can it's a free country, plus it sounded way funnier cause she is from Long Island so she sorta has an accent when she says certain things. It was so funny, I almost died. Then she was outside and the other kids we hang with, her brothers Gabe, Anthony, "Jay" he's not really her brother but she calls him that sometimes (he's a pain in my ass) and some other kids. Anyway she was in the B-Ball court with them talking to me when the whores of the complex decided they wanted to start shit. These skanks are Odyssey, Andrea, Victoria, and Brianna. They are the complete whores of Heritage. They have done WAY more shit than what I'm gonna tell you in this blog but this is what happened last night.
While Hana was in the B-Ball court, the anorexic whore Victoria came over and started to hit Anthony that's when Hana said she'd call me back later. This is what happened after we hung up. Hana started screaming at Victoria they were going back and forth calling eacthother every name in the book like six times, Odyssey had put dog shit in front Of Anthony's house and everyone was screaming. Then Kristina (Anthony's mom) called the cops. Then the cops came and did the cop routine, you know like "you just gotta ignore them" and blah blah blah. What the hell did she think we've been doing?! It doesn't work cause they're stupid as hell. I know it's not much detail but I wasn't there and it was hard getting all the details from Hana last night, for the obvious reasons. This isn't the first time and I know it won't be the last.
That's why my WHOLE ENTIRE DAY sucked to no end. Peace out.
Stranger Danger
When is life gonna decide to give us a break and be easy a smooth sailing?
Never.
Yesterday was an all around crap day for me, and for Hana and a lot of other people. First off my day started off with living on almost no sleep whatsoever, but that's okay in a way cause I'm kinda used to that hence the name of my blog. But having so sleep then dealing with the crap that was thrown in my face was seriously a recipie for disaster. So after forcing myself out of bed I got ready and went to the librabry to work with Michelle, all we did was math. That sucked but that didn't really ruin my day, then at 11 Michelle left to go meet with other students like she usually does. Then when she was gone I moved to a different table away from people so I could just hang out on my computer. This is when the big wave of 'I'm here to ruin Alyssa's day' came and bitched slapped me in the face. I felt like I was on a fail friggin' island of suck.
Why?
Cause when I was sitting there minding my own buisness, this asshole comes up and sits at my table, and these are small tables and this was a BIG dude. So I felt like he was basically sitting like right on top of me. So right away I was seriously uncomfortable and I was getting up and packing my stuff. All the while he's talking to me, well trying to talk to me anyway I was straight up ignoring him, I was giving him nothing to go on. But still this creep wouldn't let up and go away, right when I was about done putting my stuff away this asshat decides to bump my arm, you know like when you're talking to someone and they bump as like a friendly gesture kind of thing. When he did this I about lost my mind I wanted to take his face and slam it against the wall, and I wanted to tear his face off. How dare he touch me. But I didn't, I just wanted to be out of that library and get some fresh air cause he smelled like weed beer B.O and something else but I don't know what it was making me sick to my stomach. When I got outside I looked behind me and didn't see him so I was calmer and I felt better I went over and sat on the bench and started to read my book called The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime, it's a pretty good book, I'll blog about it when I'm done with it which shouldn't be to long now. Anyway when I sat down I called my Nana and said I wanted to come home, but she said that Frankie couldn't come and get me right away. I said fine whatever and told her to call me when Frankie was gonna come and get me. Then we hung up and I started to look up again. I heard someone walking towards me I looked up and it was him, my heart jumped into my throat and I was furious that he was following me. He sat down on the bench and I still didn't say anything I just got up and stared walking away. I wanted to be as far away from him and that library, I called my Nana again and said that I wanted, no needed to come home now and we fought and she was saying that there was nothing she could do cause Frankie wouldn't be able to come and get me for 40 minutes. When she said that I was SO pissed cause I was saying I needed to come home. I didn't tell her about the dude cause I didn't know if he was following behind me, and I didn't wanna look behind me to see cause if he was I didn't wanna make eye contact with him. So after a few minutes of going back forth about the same thing I was fed up and said: "Fine I'll fricking walk home then!" I hung up the phone and started walking again in a random direction, she called me and said Frankie would be here in five minutes and to go back to the library. I didn't want to turn around and go back cause I didn't know where he was. But I wanted to be home so I walked over and Frankie was there when I got back, I almost ran to his car.
Today I came back with my Nana and she told the people what he looked like cause I don't wanna talk to anyone. Now I'm here writing this blog cause I like to blog when I'm upset, and because it was homework that I didn't have the chance to do cause of him. I'm putting up another blog about what happened the rest of the day look for it. Peace.
Never.
Yesterday was an all around crap day for me, and for Hana and a lot of other people. First off my day started off with living on almost no sleep whatsoever, but that's okay in a way cause I'm kinda used to that hence the name of my blog. But having so sleep then dealing with the crap that was thrown in my face was seriously a recipie for disaster. So after forcing myself out of bed I got ready and went to the librabry to work with Michelle, all we did was math. That sucked but that didn't really ruin my day, then at 11 Michelle left to go meet with other students like she usually does. Then when she was gone I moved to a different table away from people so I could just hang out on my computer. This is when the big wave of 'I'm here to ruin Alyssa's day' came and bitched slapped me in the face. I felt like I was on a fail friggin' island of suck.
Why?
Cause when I was sitting there minding my own buisness, this asshole comes up and sits at my table, and these are small tables and this was a BIG dude. So I felt like he was basically sitting like right on top of me. So right away I was seriously uncomfortable and I was getting up and packing my stuff. All the while he's talking to me, well trying to talk to me anyway I was straight up ignoring him, I was giving him nothing to go on. But still this creep wouldn't let up and go away, right when I was about done putting my stuff away this asshat decides to bump my arm, you know like when you're talking to someone and they bump as like a friendly gesture kind of thing. When he did this I about lost my mind I wanted to take his face and slam it against the wall, and I wanted to tear his face off. How dare he touch me. But I didn't, I just wanted to be out of that library and get some fresh air cause he smelled like weed beer B.O and something else but I don't know what it was making me sick to my stomach. When I got outside I looked behind me and didn't see him so I was calmer and I felt better I went over and sat on the bench and started to read my book called The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime, it's a pretty good book, I'll blog about it when I'm done with it which shouldn't be to long now. Anyway when I sat down I called my Nana and said I wanted to come home, but she said that Frankie couldn't come and get me right away. I said fine whatever and told her to call me when Frankie was gonna come and get me. Then we hung up and I started to look up again. I heard someone walking towards me I looked up and it was him, my heart jumped into my throat and I was furious that he was following me. He sat down on the bench and I still didn't say anything I just got up and stared walking away. I wanted to be as far away from him and that library, I called my Nana again and said that I wanted, no needed to come home now and we fought and she was saying that there was nothing she could do cause Frankie wouldn't be able to come and get me for 40 minutes. When she said that I was SO pissed cause I was saying I needed to come home. I didn't tell her about the dude cause I didn't know if he was following behind me, and I didn't wanna look behind me to see cause if he was I didn't wanna make eye contact with him. So after a few minutes of going back forth about the same thing I was fed up and said: "Fine I'll fricking walk home then!" I hung up the phone and started walking again in a random direction, she called me and said Frankie would be here in five minutes and to go back to the library. I didn't want to turn around and go back cause I didn't know where he was. But I wanted to be home so I walked over and Frankie was there when I got back, I almost ran to his car.
Today I came back with my Nana and she told the people what he looked like cause I don't wanna talk to anyone. Now I'm here writing this blog cause I like to blog when I'm upset, and because it was homework that I didn't have the chance to do cause of him. I'm putting up another blog about what happened the rest of the day look for it. Peace.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tomatoes
There is absolutely nothing I love more in this entire world then getting ready to chow down my delicious salad, and finding out it's tomato city. I love digging into my salad and instead of getting the salad, you know the green leafy stuff, I get a mouth full of tomatoes. I live for that. Not. I'm being sarcastic in case you didn't catch my drift just then. I really don't like tomatoes, ha you should hear the way I'm saying the word tomato or tomatoes. I'm saying it like TOE-MATE-OES. Well It sounds better in my head then how It's gonna sound when you read it. Oh well, anyway I don't like tomatoes, I never have and I'm pretty sure I never will. I don't know why tomatoes make my taste buds wanna abandon ship, they just do. However there is a chance that I might like them in the future, I doubt it but it could happen on a slim chance. I say that because my taste buds do not act normal. Example: When I was little I did not like soda, in fact I despised it. I liked the taste of the soda, it was the fizz I didn't like. It made my throat hurt, expecially when it was really cold. I'm laughing as I remember this one incident that happened when I was maybe 7. It was me, my Nana, my babysitter Amanda, and her older sister Ricky. We were coming home from somewhere, but we missed the bus so we ending up having to walk, and it was just about summer and it was pretty hot out so we went into Burger King to get a drink. We had left BK and were walking for a while before I took a drink. As soon as that drink hit my tongue I spit it out and threw the drink on the ground. Naturally everyone was confused as to why I did that, when they asked me I said: "Fizz, it had fizz!" It was one of those fizzy slushy drinks. Which I love today but back then it was a hell no area. Apparently the guy made a mistake and gave me the wrong kind of drink. Ricky then was irritated, she said to me: "Well you didn't have to throw the thing on the floor like that! You could have gave it to me and I would have drank it!" I told her that if she wanted it that bad that it was only a few feet back and to go lick it off the ground. It's fun remembering things like that, so that's why I say that there may be a chance that I might like tomatoes in the future. I still seriously doubt it. And the next time I order a salad, I want a SALAD not a crap load of TOMATOES!!!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Normal.
What is normal?
Can anyone tell me what it means?
No I mean really define what it means.
Didn't think so.
You wanna know why you can't? Cause "normal" is an illusion. People made up this illusion up to physc people into acting, dressing, talking, and being a certain way. And if god forbid you didn't act or dress or meet up with these expectations that "normal" has, then you would become the outcast, the nerd, the freak, etc. Some people think they know what normal is, but they don't cause it doesn't exist, or they go along with it so they fit in with what people think is "right". The pressure's on, or so people think, they don't need to go along with this nonsense, you really don't. Break free from all this crap and be yourself, and if your so called "friends" don't like it then there not your true friends, and you leave and find peeps that like you for you. I know how tiring it can be putting on a fake smile, not saying what you really want to, and quite frankly it's bullshit. So I said too bad to those people who didn't except me for me when I finally saw through this crap and got the hell out, so I said to them "you know guys, one day maybe tomorrow or next week or maybe not even for 10 years, or maybe not even until your on your deathbed. When that time comes, you all are gonna look back and regret what your doing, no letting yourself be you, you honestly will. Then your going to sit alone without any of your so called "besties" with you cause you guys were never honest to each other, or even to yourselves. Your never gonna have any real memories, cause it's all lies, and your gonna wish like you never did in your life that you were yourselves, had some some real good times, laughs, jokes, relationships instead of this bullshit front you put up to please everyone but yourself, and i feel sorry for you all. They laughed in my face and said some things, but that's okay, one day they'll see. I happen to be one of the farthest things from "normal" and I totally embrace it, ask anyone close to me they'll tell you, and honestly it's way more fun this way. So girls, stop getting fake tans that make you look like you've just rolled in a bag of Doritos, stop putting on layers and layers of makeup on let your real face see the light of day, and PLEASE stop sticking your chest up and out when your trying to make a point, its obnoxious. Stop wearing clothes that barley cover you, I don't like feeling like I'm being flashed everytime I look at you. For the dudes, please stop wearing your pants around you ankles thinking that it's cool, it's not it looks ridiculous and you waddle and you could very much be making people late to class with your "sir swagga waddle/walk". Don't be rude to a girl you like, it doesn't make you look cool it's off putting and a serious turnoff, plus it's so second grade. Also PRETTY PLEASE stop itching your butt or family jewls, then try to make contact with us, it's seriously so friggin' gross. OH and one more thing peeps, if you could maybe at least think about stopping typing like this: "
Can anyone tell me what it means?
No I mean really define what it means.
Didn't think so.
You wanna know why you can't? Cause "normal" is an illusion. People made up this illusion up to physc people into acting, dressing, talking, and being a certain way. And if god forbid you didn't act or dress or meet up with these expectations that "normal" has, then you would become the outcast, the nerd, the freak, etc. Some people think they know what normal is, but they don't cause it doesn't exist, or they go along with it so they fit in with what people think is "right". The pressure's on, or so people think, they don't need to go along with this nonsense, you really don't. Break free from all this crap and be yourself, and if your so called "friends" don't like it then there not your true friends, and you leave and find peeps that like you for you. I know how tiring it can be putting on a fake smile, not saying what you really want to, and quite frankly it's bullshit. So I said too bad to those people who didn't except me for me when I finally saw through this crap and got the hell out, so I said to them "you know guys, one day maybe tomorrow or next week or maybe not even for 10 years, or maybe not even until your on your deathbed. When that time comes, you all are gonna look back and regret what your doing, no letting yourself be you, you honestly will. Then your going to sit alone without any of your so called "besties" with you cause you guys were never honest to each other, or even to yourselves. Your never gonna have any real memories, cause it's all lies, and your gonna wish like you never did in your life that you were yourselves, had some some real good times, laughs, jokes, relationships instead of this bullshit front you put up to please everyone but yourself, and i feel sorry for you all. They laughed in my face and said some things, but that's okay, one day they'll see. I happen to be one of the farthest things from "normal" and I totally embrace it, ask anyone close to me they'll tell you, and honestly it's way more fun this way. So girls, stop getting fake tans that make you look like you've just rolled in a bag of Doritos, stop putting on layers and layers of makeup on let your real face see the light of day, and PLEASE stop sticking your chest up and out when your trying to make a point, its obnoxious. Stop wearing clothes that barley cover you, I don't like feeling like I'm being flashed everytime I look at you. For the dudes, please stop wearing your pants around you ankles thinking that it's cool, it's not it looks ridiculous and you waddle and you could very much be making people late to class with your "sir swagga waddle/walk". Don't be rude to a girl you like, it doesn't make you look cool it's off putting and a serious turnoff, plus it's so second grade. Also PRETTY PLEASE stop itching your butt or family jewls, then try to make contact with us, it's seriously so friggin' gross. OH and one more thing peeps, if you could maybe at least think about stopping typing like this: "
Saturday, February 5, 2011
FinishedFace
Hey peeps, and when I say "peeps" I mean Brian and Michelle since they are the only ones that probably give my shamazing blog the time of day, seriously. Anyway anyone who doesn't read this, it's your loss. Well by the title I bet you know what that means, I finished Happyface!!! I started it on Thursday night but didn't read much of it like only a few pages, then Friday I picked it up and finished it. Booyah. It was an awesome book, I really loved how the printing did look like a persons handwriting. I really enjoyed the pictures too, it was nice to have something to entertain the eye for once, who says your ever too old for picture books? You know whats weird? Happyface kinda reminded me of Charlie, you know from the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower. He reminded me of Charlie because their stories are so similar! They are seriously REALLY similar in some parts, have you noticed? For example: They were both pretty much nobodies, Happyface had a new start when he moved and changed schools, Charlie's changed when the new school year started. They both got a new group of friends, and they each had a girl in that group who they were totally infatuated with, but could never have. They both screwed up majorly at some point and temporarily lost all their friends and they both were all depressed about it. But they both found a way to fix it somehow, see how similar they are? Those are the few things that really popped into my mind when I was thinking about it, but throughout the entire book starting when Happyface moved I kept thinking of Charlie when I was reading. Oh another similarity they have, but not all of you can see it cause this is my opinion, they both found a way to peeve me to now friggin' end! Charlie was a crybaby, and Happyface was the town stalker, I mean come on who does that?! From the very moment he started school he stalked Grechen, if I was her I would not be friends with him, I would tell him to shove it up his ass and rotate. I'm serious, if I found out he stayed on the wrong bus to sit and stare at me and draw me, i'd be creeped the hell out like for real man! He deserves that newspaper title, The Kid in The Corner May Be Drawing You ,indeed he might. He might also be planning on ways to stalk the rest of your life. I got confused when I first found out his brother had died being drunk and driving with Chloe by the way, the girl Happyface was totally in love with, I know right that's what I said! If your confused read the book. Alright i'm done with this blog. WAIT!!! My bestfriend/sister Hana has a blog now, her name is "the green princess" I showed her how to do it and now she wants to to it. I'm such a good influence. She's over at my house right now, we were blogging together, but now we got things to do, people to see. PEACE OUT!!!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
What the hell is that smell?!
It freaking stinks dude. Like I'm about to barf, seriously. Wait it's totally not in my house so don't be thinking that. I checked all over this place and it's not in here, I thinks it's in the hallway. It smells like someone put, like burnt chicken, mayo, ketchup, dog crap, maybe a dead person's foot, and some sweaty fat man sweat in a old air freshener can and sprayed it all over the freaking hallway outside my house. I know I'm sorry, I know that was brutal to read but at least your not smelling this crap. Oh my freaking god, if I see ONE more ExtenZe commercial I will lose my mind. I swear they got this thing on replay I've seen it like 13 times now, this can't be normal. Anyway, Michelle gave me a book to read on Friday and I finished it that night, the book was The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky. It was a good book but sometimes trying to wrap your head around what this dude was saying or thinking, made me go "yo this dude needs to chill with all these big words man." Lolz just kidding I'm smarter than that. I loved how the whole entire book was written like letters to someone, and that someone was whoever was reading the book. The book was kinda weird/gross in some parts but I'm a big girl I can deal with it but you know still, sometimes someone doesn't wanna be relaxing reading a book then BAM!!! Your reading about how Charlie (the main character) discovered masturbation, and then your kinda like, "umm okay cool for you but lets not keep talking about this, please?" One more think about Charlie that kinda peeved me, he cried, a lot. See now don't get the wrong idea, I think it's great for guys to cry and stuff let it out, but Charlie did this like more then once a day and it kinda gets old after a while. If I ever had the chance to talk to him I'd be like "dude word of advice, are you listening? Okay so don't take this the wrong way, but girls normally don't like it when a dude cries more then they do. Are you understanding this? Knock that crying at the drop of a hat bussiness stuff off, kay? It's obnoxious. All with love Charlie now I gotta get going cause I'm in the middle of writing a blog, peace out." That's what I'd say, but with that aside Charlie reminds me of myself, he always got his face shoved up in a book and he writes good stuff and he has a good heart and a lot of love for his friends, sister, brother, and his parents. The last thing I'd like to say about Charlie is that I have respect for him. I know I didn't get to deep about the book but I'm kinda tired it's 4:19 in the morning and the smell is making me dizzy and lightheaded. I also just saw another ExtenZe commercial so... Yeah I'm leaving. PEACE OUT!!!
Monday, January 31, 2011
This is what will happen if you play with fire.
Mr Faye, I read the Catalyst on Friday too but after I put up the blog and saw how the text color was all messed up, I tried fixing it but nothing worked so I didn't wanna put up another messed up blog. So anyway back to the book, I liked this book but if I were Kate, I would fill my pockets with stones. I don't think I could constantly share my room with somebody, never mind the girl who made life living hell for me. So Kate Malone's father is a priest and so when the Litch's house caught fire and they had to live somewhere else until the house was all fixed up, of course you know he was gonna offer his home. So Teri Litche was not what you would call a nice warm welcome person, or honest. She's kinda like BOOM all up in your face, and she's not scared to beat the crap out of someone. She was mean to Kate when they were in elementary school and then mean to everyone in high school. This is why I feel bad for Kate cause this is not some girl whose house had a fire, this is Teri Litcher, of all the freaking people in the world she had to share her space with the girl who made it her mission to make her life hell on earth when they were younger. Teri pisses me off in the beginning, but as the book goes on you kinda see a little more and learn more about her life. For example Mikey is not her little brother he is her son, figures. But when you find out that it's cause of her father, you kinda sit there for a second just thinking to yourself about how horrible that is. Then you feel sympathy and kinda get a better understanding of why she is the way she is. Back to how Teri pissed me off in the beginning, she has no freaking shame. She stole Kate's watch at a dinner made for the needy in Kate's house, that's number one. Number two the first night that her and Mikey slept there the next morning Kate woke up to find that her necklace from her boyfriend Mitch, was around her stumpy neck. If that were me I would have tackled her to the ground right then and there and shoved pepper up her nose, but that's just me. But of course Kate doesn't say jack so Teri gets away with it. That's number two, there are a lot of other things that Teri does that pisses me off but those two seem to jump at me the most. When Mikey dies from being electricuted, when you read that it kinda punches a whole in your stomach, cause that's just an awful thing for the family and friends that were all helping with the house and Kate and her friends and her dad and brother. With that happening the grief and mourning brings Kate and Teri closer together and it makes Teri seem more human. I think Kate was very strong for putting up with all the crap with Teri, but lets face it. That much irony, can only happen in a book.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Reading really passes the time.
Mr. Faye, i got the books you sent me today and i finished two of them already. Like you said the I heart you, you haunt me book took me like two minutes to read, it was a really good book. Lisa Schroeder is a very brilliant writer, i really liked how the whole entire book was written in like a poem formation. It was cool to read something differently like that, it gets boring reading the same formation over and over again. It was kinda sad reading it though, cause her boyfriend Jackson seemed like a really nice guy and that they were really in love and all that other gushy crap. That little dare game they had seemed fun, its fun being dared to to something awesome every once in a while. Something that you would never do unless someone dared you too cause sometimes people are to scared to go ahead and do it themselves, and maybe some people like having the attention and audience, and the cheers and applause that come after they complete the dare. I don't do dares anymore cause the last time i played that game i was swimming in a sea of perverted people and that kinda dampered my outlook on the dare game. Anyway, at the end when Ava told Jackson that he needed to leave that he didn't belong there anymore and it wasn't right this way, but that she would always remember what they shared together and that she would always love him. Then he told her "okay I'll leave but only if you give me all your guilt to take with me." that was really sad for me, but after she says her sorrys and lets go of the guilt, and he leaves when you read it a wave of peaceful kinda swipes over you and its like for a spilt second you become Ava and all the relief and peacefulness she finally gets, you experience it along with her. I think its great that Ava had all that support from her family and friends and i freaking love what she says at the end when shes sitting with her friends on her birthday; "I feel thankful for the best gift of all, it's the one wrapped around my heart with a big pink bow- then never-ending gift of friendship."
Friday, January 28, 2011
My love affair with English.
I love English, it's the one thing I'm 100% sure that I'm gonna have fun with this year. My English this year is the bomb diggity compared to last year. My English teacher last year was a poor excuse for a teacher who claimed she was an excellent teacher and the only thing she wanted to accomplish that year was to hopefully pass on her "genes" of loving and being great at English. She had spelled welcome wrong on the board, she spelled it like this "welcom" and a i heard a message on the wind later on saying that it had been there all day but no one decided to say anything. Until 6th period, the kid sitting behind me who kinda smelled like bad pickles, had said in a nasal voice "um excuse me miss not to be rude or anything of the sorts" he stopped coughed a really guttural unpleaseant noise then continued "but you spelled welcome wrong on the board." She stopped what she was doing whipped her head around stood still for a minute then said "well so i did" and started passing out papers, "well aren't you gonna fix it?" she said no that it was and that it didn't matter. Umm i'm pretty sure it does it spelled WRONG and this is English for crying out loud! Doing the English she assinged really sucked, it drained my love of English right out of me and she took it and flushed down the toliet. I was in an English coma, i did not expect to be woken up, until my new Engilsh teacher this year threw a couple of awesome books in my face and gave me back the intrest and spark i had for English. I now have newfound hope that every English teacher in the future, will not end my love affair with English.
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