Turddy Grams

Teddy gram overload last night.

I'm going to start counting the posts that start with "I went to disneyland yesterday/ today.." and so on and so forth. It was pact so Elizabeth Lauren and I left to Elizabeths house. We decided on this after they left me sitting on the floor by the tram. Waiting for them to walk up and find me for almost an hour. It turns out they got to ride the Materhorn twice, got churros, jamba juice and had time to sit outside the rainforest cafe when I said to come find me sitting by the tram exit. I could have killed them. I was too annoyed with parental douche bags dressed up in obnoxiously large costumes with their stupid children.

Then this homo dad had the nerve to be funny while I was charging my way through the sea of douches and try and play chicken with me and yelled right in my face "which way you going which way you going.." I gave him my chola look and he was off. Worst part was his family was way ahead of him. I passed by them two minutes before he decided to be a bitch and challenge me in chicken.

I found them and we played in the espn zone arcade and liz spit her gum off the balcony where people were having dinner at a bar. It hit a woman's coat.

The rest was all a blur. I woke up sore and on liz's bed. Then my parents picked us up and I woke up in my bed with spider bites and Laurenless. There's also chocolate in my pocket. I slept in my clothes.

I forgot to say, we saw Where the Wild Things Are (uhhhmazing) then I was off to surprise someone in disneyland :)

I just remember too, my parents got my progress report in the mail yesterday. Three B's and one C :) My life is near completion. I'm also going to Medieval Times with my family today. 

My mom just said she's going to make 'hash' for breakfast. I think she meant hash browns. My dad took it the wrong way. So did I.

Filthy mongrel

Stew stewstew stew.

I've never felt so pissed off that I've felt the need to be impulsive and think about getting home and cutting all my hair off. That's a lie, I have almost done that. Not too long ago :D

Every teacher that I've ever met that has ever talked about Charles Darwin, is never a positive polly about him. He didn't kill anyone, he's pure genius if I'd think so myself. He's pretty much to me, how Joseph is to a christian. That is probably the worst analogy I've ever used. Not poor analogy, sinful analogy. Albert Einstein and Bukowski is up there as well. Meet you in hell.

Anyways, THIS piece of soft serve crap has been soaking moisture from my brain for about a week and a half now.

Ze vlog

Walking in the rain listening to radiohead is probably the best thing I've done for myself all week. Ali is seeing Bob Dylan tonight :(. I bought a binder, milano cookies and THREE harry potter movies. My collection is near completion as soon as the next two movies come out on dvd. The excitement is killing me!!

I also stole my moms trench coat with wicked awesome shoulder pads. Later I stole my sisters mustache and dads scarf and neighbors glasses.

my obsession is getting serious.

Hugs from lightning bugs

I think it's normal to walk home from school and once I've arrived to my destination (bed) I cry. I can't help but cry. I feel like every day that I go to school, every day that I sit in class staring at one line on the fake wood of my desk, every day that I force myself out of bed and into clothes I hate, it all feels like it's forced upon me. In ways I'm ecstatic with how my life is going. Other times I'm just a pile of pathetic shit who hates where they attend school.

I'm done complaining. I'm done forcing vocabulary words into my brain, I'm not going to remember them anyways. I miss school because I want to and hate it, not because I'm sick. I'm fucking unhappy and everyone fucking sees it. So fuck you.

I keep fucking thinking about what I had my time to around this time last year. What the fuck was going on. I felt so obligated to mature and it sucked. I don't want to feel obligated anymore. I don't want to meet "standards". I wanted someone who wants to talk to me as much as I want to talk to them. I've found it. Today is going to be the last day I think of this. I've done pretty god damn well on finding my own.

Twenty Two Fourteen

I haven't said this in a while. Well at least meant it when I said it. I love my life. Yes, right now. The only bad thing going on is my school. Still not at Rosary. I will be filled with complete and total bliss once I am back. Then I'll probably deflate and fall to the ground from being overwhelmed with joy and happiness.

I also love the Album Leaf and Modest Mouse right now. And Inherit The Wind. And Macaroni and Cheese. And not being at school. And watching the L word while curled in a blanket. And I guess Oliver even though he peed in my damn floor this morning.

Definitely made up for all the crappy dances I've ever been to in my life.

Paper thin

Zombieland can very well be riding shotgun with Shawn of the Dead. My new zombie addiction.

Had the Brown and Blue photoshoot this morning. Traffic was a bitch because of a long beach marathon and half, NO, all the streets we needed to go down from our house, were detoured and at the end of every fucking street, you can see healthy bastards jogging with their pork swords slapping to every movement in their loose short shorts and their newbalances and hairy legs.

Mistaking my name for someone else's can really change my mood for hours. I laughed it off. Then I continued to think about it for the rest of the drive home till now. Although that wasn't the first time that's happened. It's happened approximately four times already.

Six five GO!

So I fit in my dress perfectly now (thank god for walking home everyday), I'm curling my hair for example for tomorrow (success) and a friend is going to do my make up. My sister was supposed to do it, it's all still undecided. I have everything for tomorrow. Weird part is, I'm excited when I've always hated dances. Seriously, A L W A Y S hated them.

I never liked when someone encouraged me to go to dances. I'll go if I want to. I never liked dressing up. I'd have to want to. I never liked when someone encouraged me to dance. I'll never want to. And I hate all of that.

This time, I want to go to the dance, I want to dress up, I want to go with my wonderful date, but I will not dance.

Anozira

That's Arizona spelled backwards. I couldn't think of a title. Nothing beats a friday night at home. I guess it makes up for all of last weekend. Disneyland, Knotts, Doyers game. Sounds like a mexican family visiting the popular spots of california. I forgot to put Soak City with socks on. I'm done being mean against my own "kind" so my mother says. It's cool because I don't care.

I'm trying to figure out how to upload audio and video to boobtube/ music player. I guess I'll never learn. Pretty much my whole night. Again. With her. My friend. Best. Her. Penis. Was touching me. What..

We're going to build a fort monday if I don't have school. All are invited. Except for you. Yeah, you with the hair.

Two three four

There is going to be an impact tonight/ tomorrow morning at 04:31:56. Nasa is going to launch a satellite onto the moon and you can see the impact from a 12" telescope. I HAVE A 12" TELESCOPE! I'm excited but I'll be so tired for tomorrow. Oh well. I won't need my brain that much.

Finally, upped the gauge size so I can buy maybe jade or oak 7"16s to go with my Homecoming dress. I'm trying my best to match my date but so far my boobs are too big for the dress I borrowed from Liz.

I watched the Blob today and remembered how much I used to love watching those types of movies with my pops. Young Frankenstein will always be my favorite. I don't care what you say.

I'm re-reading Inherit the Wind for the third time. Yes, I am reading a mandatory sophomore lit 2 in class book. I feel in love. I usually hate reading plays, this one is particularly exceptional.

I'm going to throw on (literally) my uniform and show up at school. I'll ask someone what my first period is on my non-existent schedule and just carry on with my day. I wonder if anyone would notice. I fucking miss my friends.

 

Now: doesn't have braces and doesn't wear underwear.

Now: doesn't smoke anymore but still gay. wait, not that either.

Now: still walks around with her pants down.

Now: still pregnant.

Now: still hot and sexy like hell, as usual.

Color my brain

Soo umm(:
Today should go down in history.

A system

I fell asleep in a chair in the dentist office about an hour and a half ago. Now I'm home, cooking. I woke up and saw that my dad was texting me asking what our ETA was (Exact Time of Arrival). His text woke me up so I replied "Enchilladas". I though he asked what I ATE. That was the end of that.

She cleaned my teeth and I have to go back for surgery. Yaaay.
I'm tired, happy, relieved, happy and pretty much just really really happy.
Except for the whole homecoming thing. The one time I was asked and really wanted to go with the person who asked me, we don't have $40 for my ticket. Everyone else is going, of course.. Except for me.

I'm making YOU a cd :)

Edit: guess who randomly got $40 :)

Chaos of trouble

So I went to a dodgers game yesterday. All day.. all all day. Today is my pops birthday and I made him a card and got him a hat. I feel so bleh. The weather is pretty cool and progress reports come out tomorrow. I think I'm pretty much passing all my classes. I don't know about history because I always miss that one seeing that it's the first class in the morning. Passing math with a B art with a fucking C because I'm absent so much. Whatever, it's school. I'm happy :)

Chinese food

Knotts was amazing. No other words can describe it, at all. I'm starting to tolerate walking a lot and walking anywhere. I'm becoming used to standing around too. I do it at school and every day I walk home and have tolerance for heat too.. a little. I hardly get super drained anymore. Not like how I used to just fall on the floor every time I ran the mile.

I'm so tired though, I'm getting bags under my eyes already and the morning nausea didn't happen this morning but I don't know if it'll happen tomorrow. I hope not. It makes me not want to get up at all. But I have a dodgers game with some homofag best of a friend tomorrow, so woo, dodger dogs.. or Yay, over sized weiners.

I dyed my hair today too. Yesterday. Saturday. I dyed it. I'm done. Goodnight. penis.

Struck me by the head

I went to Rosary day yesterday. It was nice and didn't make me miss anything even more than what I already did. Overall, I'm incredibly happy. I felt so weird when they announced the two girls before and after me in my section. That's where my name was supposed to be, but soon motherfuckers, soon. My little sister is also a ginger. I want to give her an "I have no soul" shirt from south park. Ohh seventh grade.

Gaby slept over last night and we watched the moon together and fell asleep like an old married couple. I woke up last night at the time I usually swing my arm over to intensely grab a pillow to spoon, but no. It was Gaby whom I almost spooned, so I quickly slapped my arm back and fell fast asleep.

Knotts scary farm tonights. I bought my stupid ticket this morning right after I finished watching 500 Days of Summer in bed at 1:05 pm. I haven't cried while watching a movie since the first time I watched Eternal Sunshine two or three years ago. It's a good movie but some people's lives are really fucking like that...

I'm incredibly nervous for tonight. First time meeeting..

Siltes

Pure love and dedication.

Intentions for Rosary Day

Liz: My dress is super short though. I hope I don't get in trouble.
Cris: You won't. If you didn't for winter formal, you won't..
Cris: ..I dare you to trip
Liz: And pull like a bunch of people down and ruin the stage set up
Cris: Rip Ms. Pautch's skirt off..
Liz: And grope Yoon..
Cris: All that while falling.
Liz: And just start rolling and kicking. Taking people out with my legs
Cris: And doing 360's off chairs and try to get up but your heel breaks and you just end up launching your body at a family in the front row.
Liz: I should go comando for all this too
Cris: Or a thong and it rips and flies out and lands in someone flowers for their daughter
Liz: And say I'm allergic and pretend my throat is closing in.
Cris: Take out the choir girls too..
Liz: ERIN!!

Liz: The things we come up with..
Cris: Read back to where we began.

Falling up

I had a song stuck in my head all day. While I was watching Oprah a Cadillac commercial came on and it was the song, so I start freaking. I went online because I had no idea which song I was thinking of, went to Cadillac.com and searched under commercials and sure enough it was 1901 by Phoenix. Such a catchy song.

Shit For Brains. That didn't stop the zombies in my dream last night. One of my own friends tried to kill me. Good because I rather get killed than feel teeth ripping through my flesh any day.

I have homework, but after I'll continue what I was doing last night. Watching pregnant women enter my house with out greeting and openly use my bathroom right in front of me.

Howl

My "party" turned out really fun. It was a total dud in the beginning, then the food was done and we all turned into animals. Later around nine thirty we walked to veronese. Yet again, to the cafe for a get together. They probably hate us there even though we've bummed to our waiter before. At least we don't sleep on the fucking couches. I also bought two albums today: Menos el Oso by Minus the Bear and Lungs by Florence + the Machine. I gave in and bought Lovers Undercover Crystal Castes mix by the Little Ones.

Everyone left and I was wondering why I was so tired. I hadn't had my phone on me since everyone I avidly text were right in front of me the whole day. I realized why I was so tired and couldn't stop yawning while watching Rambo with my roommate Mario. Turns out it was 1:15am and my other roommate Lety was feeding me brownies. They fell asleep and I was doing these but not publishing them on facebook. I probably did 12 of them.

Hoodalale

It's not that I haven't had time, and it's certainly not that nothing interesting has happened, I just haven't felt the need to write. I haven't exactly had the patience to sit and take fifteen minutes off of what I'm doing. Today is friday, my birthday was wednesday, brown and blue// long beach show thursday, today is friday. Tomorrow is saturday incase you forgot.

All of wednesday night I stayed up, in the backyard, with my dad, looking at jupiter and it's visible moons, possibly: titan, rhea and maybe ganymede. Three out of 52-60 moons that were visible that night. 52 of them are about 10 km and titan is the largest and apparently the only moon that is dense enough to have it's own atmosphere.

I'm beat.

Say yes

I'm in love, with the world, through the eyes of a girl, who's still around the morning after. It's always been, wait and see, a happy day and then you pay to feel like shit the morning after. Now I feel changed around and instead of falling down, I'm standing up the morning after.

The highlight of my day was last period where I was staring at the neck of the guy in front of me. The real excitement was when he finally casually stretch-scratched at the white zit on his neck hair line I had been staring at instead of remembering chemical compounds. Tomorrow morning at seven thirty, I'm going to be seventeen. No big deal.

I've developed an obsession:

Edit:

I lied within the first line of my saturday post. It's possible that I'm falling apart and am using cleaning and running as an excuse.