Wow. I really haven't posted a thing since August? So much for becoming the next big thing in the blogging world.
nonetheless, life sometimes grabs a hold of you and doesn't let go for a good 4 or 5 months, which is the sad case of my silence until this moment.
In short: whoever said senior year was easy was severely deranged.
In long: from things like Sweeney Todd, Wizard of Oz, my senior year volleyball season, 3 AP classes and two honors classes, trying not to fail calculus (by fail I mean get a C), trying to get an A in government without actually trying (worked like a charm, by the way), trying to beat Brett Fogelberg in Marine Biology (didnt work), morphing from a social butterfly into an antisocial hermit, giving up on dating in high school officially as opposed to only in my mind, beginning to miss things about my past that i never thought i would, tricking my mind into thinking i was over things i wasnt, realizing what horrible people live in the world, realizing that I'm one of them and resolving to change, turning 18, driving without a license, entering the miss Merced County pageant, catching up on years worth of Friends episodes, and trying to remember to breathe...I lost time to blog.
But fret not! a new year is upon us, and I am resolving to outlet my late night musings into blog form. Let the games begin, 2012.
and may the odds be ever in your favor :)
My Life.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Bittersweet
I am so frickin proud of my best friend Andrew Tylock. He was wretchedly torn away from our sides recently and relocated to the place known as "modesto", but he has found a silver lining.
1. His bedroom isn't really a bedroom. It's a living room. Has no door. But hey, one whole wall is a window! (i think thats a limitation of privacy, but I guess dudes don't really care about that stuff).
2. There is a house located in the middle of his street. Like, right in the middle. The way some roundabouts are positioned is the way that this whole house is.
3. Apparently, his school serves soft serve ice cream. out of vending machines. This is new, because GVHS barely serves real food, let alone delectable creamy treats.
4. Hecka people are in gangs. while many would take this as a negative, andrew has decided that he shall become lord of the gangs. and the gangs will no longer do violent things. they will watch Psych and make awkward humor and laugh at shirts with animals doing human things on them.
5. He has actually already joined a gang. You must now refer to him as "essay."
6. his physics teacher is of the belief that he has been abducted by aliens. no explanation necessary.
7. and most importantly: he will NOT be meeting a new girl best friend in modesto. that position has already been filled, as i regret to inform you ladies (i dont regret it, I'm just saying that to be polite).
Nonetheless, the rest of us in Merced are seriously lacking in Andrewness. I haven't felt awkward laughing at a methhead joke in almost a month now. Not quite sure what to do now.
I shall miss awkward breathing guy, awkward driving position guy, awkward steering wheel position guy, awkward face making guy, awkward taco bell worker guy, awkward dad on meth jokes guy.
He was a dear dear friend of mine :)
Now who am I gonna coerce into taking me to trivial school functions?
1. His bedroom isn't really a bedroom. It's a living room. Has no door. But hey, one whole wall is a window! (i think thats a limitation of privacy, but I guess dudes don't really care about that stuff).
2. There is a house located in the middle of his street. Like, right in the middle. The way some roundabouts are positioned is the way that this whole house is.
3. Apparently, his school serves soft serve ice cream. out of vending machines. This is new, because GVHS barely serves real food, let alone delectable creamy treats.
4. Hecka people are in gangs. while many would take this as a negative, andrew has decided that he shall become lord of the gangs. and the gangs will no longer do violent things. they will watch Psych and make awkward humor and laugh at shirts with animals doing human things on them.
5. He has actually already joined a gang. You must now refer to him as "essay."
6. his physics teacher is of the belief that he has been abducted by aliens. no explanation necessary.
7. and most importantly: he will NOT be meeting a new girl best friend in modesto. that position has already been filled, as i regret to inform you ladies (i dont regret it, I'm just saying that to be polite).
Nonetheless, the rest of us in Merced are seriously lacking in Andrewness. I haven't felt awkward laughing at a methhead joke in almost a month now. Not quite sure what to do now.
I shall miss awkward breathing guy, awkward driving position guy, awkward steering wheel position guy, awkward face making guy, awkward taco bell worker guy, awkward dad on meth jokes guy.
He was a dear dear friend of mine :)
I can show you the world...
Shining, shimmering, splendid.
I'll start things off with some interesting texts I've recieved/sent in the past few days.
"So stanley will be all *look of love* and I'll be all 'GOOOOAAAAAATTTSSSS!'"
"Well, to start things off, my physics teacher thinks he's been abducted by aliens..."
"Your Dad has a dopleganger in modesto."
"You, me, and a bunch of people in the back of Elyssa's car with toilet paper and vaseline."
"Goodnight Sam (: save a seat for me next time. I love you more than all things of all the colors. Goodnight and hit me up this weekend."
"-Dibs on having a scary movie night, and dibs on sitting next to you.
-I'll get scared...
-exactly :)
-alright big guy.
-you can cuddle up next to me
-I don't think your girlfriend would like that.
-....lol"
"We're never going to get lockers. Lopez met a gay lover and is moving to New York."
"-Barry wants in your pants.
-wwwhhhhyyyyyy???!?!
-Barry wants to give you flowers again, but in a more romantic setting.
-wwwwwwhhhhhhyyyyyy?!?!?!?!
-Barry wants to show you what those ears can REALLY do.
-...lmao.
-;)"
In other news.
I hate it when guys are legitimately flirting with you, and they are well aware that you are well aware that they are well aware that they have a girlfriend. It's like, bro, I know she's kind of unfortunate looking and there aren't that many options in Chowchilla....but come on. Do relationships mean nothing anymore?
I think not. Love truly is just a government scandal, designed to increase the population, therefore increasing the work force and increasing revenue. I have lost all hope!
on a less dramatic note.
who's got two thumbs and is totally equipped for school? THIS GIRL.
who's got one thumb and doesn't care? ...bethany hamilton.
too soon?
I'll start things off with some interesting texts I've recieved/sent in the past few days.
"So stanley will be all *look of love* and I'll be all 'GOOOOAAAAAATTTSSSS!'"
"Well, to start things off, my physics teacher thinks he's been abducted by aliens..."
"Your Dad has a dopleganger in modesto."
"You, me, and a bunch of people in the back of Elyssa's car with toilet paper and vaseline."
"Goodnight Sam (: save a seat for me next time. I love you more than all things of all the colors. Goodnight and hit me up this weekend."
"-Dibs on having a scary movie night, and dibs on sitting next to you.
-I'll get scared...
-exactly :)
-alright big guy.
-you can cuddle up next to me
-I don't think your girlfriend would like that.
-....lol"
"We're never going to get lockers. Lopez met a gay lover and is moving to New York."
"-Barry wants in your pants.
-wwwhhhhyyyyyy???!?!
-Barry wants to give you flowers again, but in a more romantic setting.
-wwwwwwhhhhhhyyyyyy?!?!?!?!
-Barry wants to show you what those ears can REALLY do.
-...lmao.
-;)"
In other news.
I hate it when guys are legitimately flirting with you, and they are well aware that you are well aware that they are well aware that they have a girlfriend. It's like, bro, I know she's kind of unfortunate looking and there aren't that many options in Chowchilla....but come on. Do relationships mean nothing anymore?
I think not. Love truly is just a government scandal, designed to increase the population, therefore increasing the work force and increasing revenue. I have lost all hope!
on a less dramatic note.
who's got two thumbs and is totally equipped for school? THIS GIRL.
who's got one thumb and doesn't care? ...bethany hamilton.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
chapstick and chapped lips and things like chemistry.
It will touch your heart. It will compel you to be a do gooder. It will get you 100% on your AP English Final Project.
Mockingbirds and revolutions and savagery and nazis and rivers and the eyes of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg.
Oh My!
today, friends, is my homework day. Is it an enjoyable day?
Negative, Ghostrider.
Is it a necessary day?
ABSO FREAKING LUTELY.
I realized yesterday that I have (had) 7 days until school starts. and I have completed TWO full assignments over the summer, out of like 195715489667884762952745627569273.
so im just like so asdfghjkl;'.
but now, friends. I have completed FOUR.
two AP english and to AP Calc.
remind me again why i decided to be an overachiever?
oh right. I want like, a good future or something. #whatevs.
Anyfarts, right now I am currently working on "Novel Summaries."
for those of you playing along at home, the title is completely decieving.
its not a summary. It's so far a 4 page analysis of To Kill a Mockingbird.
but do not fret, i only have to complete....EIGHT OF THEM.
but you know, I'm taking it really well.
everyones like "homeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomework"
and im just like
The mature way to handle things :)
FIN.
today, friends, is my homework day. Is it an enjoyable day?
Negative, Ghostrider.
Is it a necessary day?
ABSO FREAKING LUTELY.
I realized yesterday that I have (had) 7 days until school starts. and I have completed TWO full assignments over the summer, out of like 195715489667884762952745627569273.
so im just like so asdfghjkl;'.
but now, friends. I have completed FOUR.
two AP english and to AP Calc.
remind me again why i decided to be an overachiever?
oh right. I want like, a good future or something. #whatevs.
Anyfarts, right now I am currently working on "Novel Summaries."
for those of you playing along at home, the title is completely decieving.
its not a summary. It's so far a 4 page analysis of To Kill a Mockingbird.
but do not fret, i only have to complete....EIGHT OF THEM.
but you know, I'm taking it really well.
everyones like "homeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomework"
and im just like
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Oh, now you're just being cute.
The best picture of Tom Felton I have ever seen, by far...for obvious reasons. I'm such a potter head it's ridiculous.
"I CAN'T GO TO PIGFARTS. IT'S ON MAAARS, YOU NEEED A ROCKETSHIP. Do you have a rocketship, Potter? I bet you do. You know, not all of us inherited enough money to buy out NASA when our parents died; Look at this. Rocketship Potter. Starkid Potter. Moooonshoes Potter. TRAVERSING THE GALAXY FOR INTERGALATIC TRAVELS TO PIGFARTS."
Maybe I've found a small bit of peace...
under this greenwood, and over the never ceasing fighting, hiding.
I am having severe post show withdrawals. I find myself singing the songs in the shower, thinking of random lines and bursting into laughter, missing the people more than anything.
And so, my fellow bloggers, I have come to a definite decision.
I AM GOING TO AUDITION FOR SWEENEY TODD.
Why is this so monumental, you ask? I have 5 AP classes and a sport going on at the same time as the show and starting the debate club and starting up Young Life and working on living out my faith more radically.
So perhaps my small bit of peace can lie, as it once did, in the theater where, for a few precious hours a night, It's not my story that's being played out, its Sondheim's.
Though I still wish the playhouse would suck it up and work on getting the rights to A Very Potter Musical. That will be the day.
In other unrelated news....
"I'm sick of summer at this waiting around..." I've gotta get back to school. I'm feeling unproductive and stressed about college. This will not change until I am surrounded by 600 or so others who are feeling the same way. cause we be SENIORS this year, kids. It's the beginning of the end, and the start of the real world. But it's gonna be TOTALLY AWESOME. because...I MISS SCHOOL.
Gosh I know. I'm freaking shocked about it too.
FIN.
I am having severe post show withdrawals. I find myself singing the songs in the shower, thinking of random lines and bursting into laughter, missing the people more than anything.
And so, my fellow bloggers, I have come to a definite decision.
I AM GOING TO AUDITION FOR SWEENEY TODD.
Why is this so monumental, you ask? I have 5 AP classes and a sport going on at the same time as the show and starting the debate club and starting up Young Life and working on living out my faith more radically.
So perhaps my small bit of peace can lie, as it once did, in the theater where, for a few precious hours a night, It's not my story that's being played out, its Sondheim's.
Though I still wish the playhouse would suck it up and work on getting the rights to A Very Potter Musical. That will be the day.
In other unrelated news....
"I'm sick of summer at this waiting around..." I've gotta get back to school. I'm feeling unproductive and stressed about college. This will not change until I am surrounded by 600 or so others who are feeling the same way. cause we be SENIORS this year, kids. It's the beginning of the end, and the start of the real world. But it's gonna be TOTALLY AWESOME. because...I MISS SCHOOL.
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