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Sunday, February 28, 2010

"She's a drag. A well known drag. We turn the sound down on her and say rude things."

Ello.

How are you?
...Me? I'm better today. I had some sort of bug yesterday, thanks for (not) asking.

Sundays are alright, I suppose. My dad wants us to start going to church on Sundays because he's going through one of his religious kicks... I'm debating on whether or not to finally tell him that I just flat out don't want to go to church. I mean, it should be my decision as to whether I go or not, right? I am old enough to make a few decisions for myself, am I not? My dad's always making decisions like that for me. I'm kind of sick of it. I love my dad, but he can be such a handful.
Maybe I should be more supportive... He's going through a rough time. They never tell me what's going on with them (I'm starting to realize how closed up our family is. Nobody tells anyone anything.) so sometimes I have to eavesdrop. All I know is that my dad is once again scared that he's going to die. We've been through this several times before, so I don't know if it's something truly serious or if he's just overreacting because believe me, he overreacts A LOT. Still, I don't feel like I'm being as sensitive about this as I really should. Maybe he has a reason to be wallowing in self-pitty. But from all that I know, he's whining about every little thing that doesn't go his way and he's being a bit of a hypocrite.
He's being all huffy puffy today and I asked him what's wrong and he said to me like I'm still 6, "What's wrong is Daddy's thinking about stuff,"

I don't know what to think anymore, so enjoy this!
(click to make bigger)

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Headaches are for Lovers.

My school is dramatic.
My school can be fun.
My teachers are awesome.
My peers disgust me.

That was my yearly haiku. I hope you enjoyed it.

Dolla bills won't care about this post, I can feel it in my bonezzzz.
BUT, there's some Llama Drama going around my school. I'm being literal. There's some crazy stuff about people killing a baby alpaca. Can you imagine! I've always said that Madison is filled with the most kind-hearted and sensitive people on this planet. I mean, really. That's just awesome; there is not one thing wrong with taking a baby alpaca and tying it to the back of your truck and then driving your truck. Nor is there something wrong with gouging out its eyes. Those are probably two of the nicest deeds I have ever heard of . Golly. Brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it? So beautiful.
Anyways, there's a whole bunch of people who are pissed off about this (reasonable) including myself. I heard it was 3 high school students. I think I hate everyone more, now.

2/26/10:
Also, happy belated birthday to George Harrison!!! I'm so sorry that I forgot! :( :( :(

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I'm Rather Tired.

But I have drawing classes at 5:00. w000000000000000t.

Ahem...
I was browsing the interwebz last night and I remember searching for something in Google, but I just can't remember what. Anywho, I came across this awesome clothing website. And I want to buy stuff off of it even though it's sportswear for men.

NEVERSLEEP

I especially want this and this.
'Tis all. Bye.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Come On, Eileen.

I requested that at the dance last night. Score!
Anyways, I put an outfit together two hours before the dance because I got done watching BECK: Mongolian Chop Squad sooner than expected.
Here it is, blog:
It's not a very good picture because I never take good pictures, but the outfit would have looked better had I found another belt.
Whatevs.

At the end of the dance, I personally requested that the principal (aka DJ Philpot) played an Elton John song. When he played it he said that Laura requested it. I am not Laura. Ouch to my ego ;)

Saturday, February 20, 2010

80s Dance

There is an 80s dance at my school tonight.
I am going, but I don't have anything to wear besides leg warmers.
Damn you, facebook. You keep telling me my account is temporarily unavailable.
Anyways, I tried on this old pink lace dress that I used when I was like nine when I was Frankenstein's Bride for Halloween because I wanted to look like Deb from Napoleon Dynamite. It makes me look like a man trying to look like a woman hahaha.
I'm off to google images to look for 80s fashion. Maybe I can convince my mom to take me to the thrift store.
...Google images is dumb.
I'm listening to "Papa's Got a Brand New Pigbag" by Pigbag. I'm trying to find songs that have awesome bass lines to inspire me to become a better bassist. I haven't been taking it seriously since school started, which really is a shame.

I'll leave on this note,
I wish I had a "Frankie Says Relax" tee shirt. Then I would be a hit at the 80s party.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Hi blog. I havent been online since my blog last night. I got home about an hour ago from my last drivers ed class. I passed the test with a 90!! Dave the drivers ed teacher is super cool. I will miss him. I am watching the daily show. Blogging from my phone is fun. Goodnight.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Please HELP Me!

SOOOooo I get home from driver's ed (one more class to go and I'm out of that dreaded building forever) at like, 9:40 tonight and I'm putting my gross reheat pizza dinner in the microwave when my mom tells me that Neeno (grandma) wants us to pick out dresses for my cousin's wedding in June or one of those J months.
I've never bought a dress in my life!! She says that price isn't something to worry about, but how the hell am I supposed to know how to fricken' tell what sizes I should wear?!
My mom said, "Well, I figure that I'm about a size 12, and your boobs are bigger than mine so you should probably be a size 14." Lies, Mother. That's what padded bras are for. But I'll take a compliment when I can get one (is it?). Then I ask her what I would be if the websites didn't have numbers but small, medium, large, etc. She said I would probably be a large. Fair enough.
Neeno recommended going to Deb's website but their dresses are, frankly... gag me with a spoon.
And so I go to modcloth.com because they always have dresses that I like and ALL THESE FREAKIN' WEBSITES HAVE DIFFERENT WAYS OF TELLING ME WHAT SIZE DRESS I WEAR!!!
It's got me measuring my armpits, my shoulders, wrapping the metal tape around my chest.
WTF DO I DO.
HELP ME PLEASE.
I hate dress shopping and I've only done it for 20 minutes.

Monday, February 15, 2010

I Want to Go Back

to the times when kids had candy cigarettes, bubblegum cigars, and bubble pipes!
I'm so bored without them!
I'm eating a fudge round (too much fudge) and drinking milk and typing this up because I thought My Life as Liz (now I'm an MTV junkie?!) would be on by now.
Drawing classes start tomorrow. No driver's ed for meeeeeeeeee.
This blog is almost as short as my last one about Trent Lane.
I think I've fallen back in love with him. And Daria in general.
Gotta love being pathetic ;)


Goodnight to all of you. All three readers.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Since it's Valentine's Day and All...


When I was little, I used to watch Daria with my older sister and I had a crush on Trent even though he's a cartoon.


Ow! My entire life!

It's Valentine's Day. In order to celebrate this holiday, I ate my Lucky Charms out of a giant pink bowl that says "Love is what dreams are made of" and then stole a few Hershey Kisses from the bag on the table.
I celebrated it yesterday by going to see the mediocre "Valentine's Day" with my best friend (who was practically dead next to me because she's so sick) and two girls who I'm not close friends with. It was an alright movie. But I can't stand Ashton Kutcher, Jessica Alba, that girl from the Princess Diaries who's name I don't care about, or George Lopez. Lopez was actually alright. Taylor Swift? Really? You're going to give her an acting career now? Anyways, Julia Roberts is cool, so I liked the movie.
Before we bought our tickets my girl Marko and I got free Percy Jackson posters. I wish we saw that instead so I would actually know what the movie's about. And then after (we saw the latest possible show, of course), we had to be kicked out of the movie theater because we were the last ones out and the guy couldn't wait any longer to close up. wtfffffff

My dad complains a lot. I hope I don't complain as much as him. He said a few minutes ago, "I'm all for global warming. Let's warm this place up." and now he just said, "I'd like to get a bumper sticker saying, 'global warming, my ass.'"
Do you see what I have to live with?

I have a "date" later with Marko. We are being each others' dates because we couldn't get a real one to save our lives. (Well, she probably could, but I can't.)

Drunk drivers are scary. Peace out.



Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I'm Going to Make Snowmen of The Beatles ♥

IF THE SNOW IS GOOD ENOUGH, THAT IS.

So yesterday was my first class of driver's ed.
I didn't really like it, to be honest... It's because I don't know anybody! WHY must my father sign me up for driver's ed IN A DIFFERENT TOWN?!?!?


Anyways, when we were driving there (slightly late because my dad just HAD to wait for Mom to get home from work to take her car) I was wondering why people go all gaga for babies and not senior citizens. I mean, they practically do all the same stuff: poop in their diapers, cry when they don't understand something, and they're helpless. I don't really like babies, because they can't tell you what they want. That's what dogs are for. At least they know some stuff. But I do like old people, because they are really funny when they tell jokes and/or are senile.
While I was debating this issue in my head, I looked up and noticed we were going really slow. Then I looked at the car ahead of us and noticed a bald head sitting not too high from the steering wheel. He also had his windshield wipers on. There was no precipitation falling from the sky. He was also driving very badly and almost hit an oncoming car.

Conclusion:

I love old people.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Not Fade Away



3:30 AM, February 3rd, 1959. A single engined 1947 Beechcraft Bonanza B35 is reported missing. In it are three unlucky musicians: Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper.
At approximately 9:15 AM, Hubert Dwyer takes off in a small aircraft to search for them. Shortly after, he finds the wreckage in a cornfield about 5 miles northwest of Hector Airport, their destination.

Earlier in January...
Buddy, Ritchie, The Big Bopper, and Dion and the Belmonts set out for a 24 day tour of the midwestsern United States. The shows are booked closely and the performers are (reluctantly) transported by tour bus. The tour, being a disaster from the start, only gets worse. It's nicknamed "The Tour From Hell." The bus's heating system fails shortly after the tour starts, Holly's drummer is taken to the hospital with a frost bitten foot, and rebellion begins to set in.
The February 2nd show at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa wasn't even originally on the tour. Promoters were trying to fill an open spot on the tour and so they called the venue's manager, Caroll Anderson, and offered him the show. He accepted.
When the musicians get to the show, they are already in a bad mood and tired of riding on the cold bus. Buddy tells his bandmates, Tommy Allsup and Waylon Jennings, that he is going to charter a plane to take them to the next stop in Moorhead, Minnesota. The plane costs a whopping $36 per person.
J.P. Richardson, aka The Big Bopper, has caught the flu and asks Waylon Jennings for his seat on the plane; Jennings gives it to him. When Buddy hears this, he jokingly says to Jennings, "Well, I hope your ol' bus freezes up." In response, Jenning says, "Well, I hope your ol' plane crashes." Little does he know, this joke will haunt Waylon for the rest of his life.
Valens, who has never flown in a plane before, bugs Tommy Allsup all night for his seat. Tommy says that he'll flip Ritchie for it. A DJ working at the concert flips a coin shortly before everybody leaves and Valens wins.
The three passengers and the pilot, 21 year old Roger Peterson, board the plane and take off at approximately 12:55 AM.
Peterson is a novice pilot and is not trained to fly the Bonanza, or in the stormy winter conditions. In fact, the altitude indicator in the Bonanza displays the aircraft altitude in an opposite way from most other planes from this time. This means that Peterson may believe that he's ascending when he's really descending. The Bonanza strikes the ground of Albert Juhl's cornfield at nearly 170 mph. It tumbles and skids another 570 feet across the frozen land before piling into the fence at the end of the field.
When the plane is found, Holly and Valens bodies are found outside of the plane, Richardson's body is thrown over the fence, and the pilot's body is still trapped inside. All four are very gory sites, everybody died upon impact.


When Buddy met Maria Elena Santiago in June of 1958, he asked her to marry him 5 hours into their first date. Less than two months later on August 15th, the two were wed. Maria traveled on tours with Buddy and acted as a manager. She decided not to go on the Winter Dance Party Tour because she had found out that she was pregnant. She begged Buddy to stay, but she knew he had to go. When Maria found out about the February 3rd crash, she had a miscarriage soon after and lost the baby. She didn't go to the funeral and has never visited his grave. Maria blames herself for Buddy's death, saying, "In a way, I blame myself. I was not feeling well when he left. I was two weeks pregnant, and I wanted Buddy to stay with me, but he had scheduled that tour. It was the only time I wasn't with him. And I blame myself because I know that, if only I had gone along, Buddy never would have gotten into that airplane."
She has never come to terms with Buddy's premature death at 22.


My favorite Buddy Holly lyrics:
'Well...All Right'
Well all right, so I’m being foolish.
Well all, right let people know
about the dreams and wishes you wish,
in the night when lights are low.

Well all right, well all right,
we’ll live and love with all our might.
Well all right, well all right,
our lifetime of love will be all right.

Well, all right, so I'm going steady.
It's all right when people say
that those foolish kids can’t be ready
for the love that comes their way.


R.I.P. Charles Hardin Holley (Buddy Holly)

Monday, February 1, 2010

Chicken and Dumplings are good.

And so is my mama's ambrosia fruit salad.
I think I'mma got get me somma dat.
My bra strap is hanging out.
EYE DEE CEEEE<3

Sanford and Son has a cool theme song, I'm glad that my parents raised me watching 70/80s sitcoms. Life would not be the same without them.
OMG THERE'S PIRATES ON MY HAPPY ISLAND WHAT DO I DO?????????
They scared away half my tourists!!!! ):
...They left.. Whew, that was a close one.

Ambrosia salad is so good!
Wikipedia told me that ambrosia is the food of gods. WIN!
Greek mythology rules.

I like today. Bye.