So I got braces.
It was fairly anticlimactic. I expected to come back from the orthodontist with all kinds of stories for you that I could exaggerate and make exciting. But basically, all that happens is...
They take out your spacers (which is like that feeling you get when a panda sits on you for a long time and then he gets up).
They test all these little metal things to see if they fit around your teeth (if they do, it's fine. If they don't, it kind of hurt...see? There's not even any horrible pain to tell you about!).
When they find metal rings that fit, they glue them on. The glue tastes awful. It's supposed to be cherry-flavored. It tastes like glue with a tiny squirtage of cherry on it. It's not even good cherry. It's like that nasty artificial stuff that they put in cough syrup. The metal rings feel weird.
They put this white thing in your mouth that stretches your lips and keeps them open. This also feels weird, and you feel rather ridiculous.
They glue the brackets on your teeth. Then they let you wash out your mouth. This also feels weird.
There's just a lot of weirdness involved.
On the other end, my teeth STILL hurt and I STILL have trouble eating. But not as much. And the first few days the metal rubs against your lips and absolutely SHREDS them. However, they get calluses and it's all better.
Yaaaay.
On Thursday, my grandmother took my sister and me Easter shopping. This is a yearly tradition. My grandparents are generally LOADED. My mother says they just manage their money well.
They're LOADED.
So. We went out to eat at Applebee's. Yumyum. Then we went to the mall. The mall is a terrifying place. First of all, if you don't spend every weekend there, you have NO idea where ANYTHING is.
"OHMYGOD. I SWEAR this was NOT a dirty playthings store the last time I was here. OHMYGOD."
That never actually happened. But I think it would be funny.
Second of all, everyone is there with their friends. And all of these people will be wearing skinny jeans. I promise.
Third of all, SOMEBODY will think it was a good idea to wear chains.
Fourth, every single store will make you feel poor unless you are loaded yourself.
We went everywhere that had something even remotely LIKE an Easter dress. There is a process to dress shopping. Generally, it runs in several phases.
1. DRESS SHOPPING! YAYLET'SGOSHOPPING! IT IS UNBELIEVABLE HOW EXCITED I AM! SQUEAL!
2. Wow. This is big. There are a lot of (insert whatever you are shopping for) here. Let's do this, baby!
3. Okay. Nothing here. Let's keep going. Yes. We'll find something.
4. We'll find SOMETHING.
5. You found something? Ooh, that looks good on you. Let's get it!
6. All right. S/he /they found something. I didn't. Now I'm the only one left. LET'S MOVE, PEOPLE!
7. WHY ISN'T THERE ANYTHING?!?!
8. Now all that's left is to shop at the really expensive stores. Grandma?/Mom?/Dad?/Grandpa?/Relative?/My Wallet? This is going to be an investment. I apologize.
9. Okay, let's TRY this place.
10. OHMYGOD. I FOUND ONE. I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!
11. Holy #$@#$#@$@$##@$#@$#%$#$##$ WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE? GET MY COLLEGE FUND. I'LL SELL MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL. I NEED THIS (insert whatever you are shopping for)!
12. I got it. Muahahaha. I will look much sexier than you. Hahaha.
Leave out number twelve if you are a good person.
Depending on who you are, shopping for shoes and accessories will be a much easier experience. By then, you're exhausted and you would very much enjoy going home. Unless you're one of those hardcore shoppers that can go forever. There are generally two steps here.
1. Ooh, these are pretty.
2. THEY HAVE MY SIZE. LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
I'll tell you a secret.
I do not wear high heels. I have ridiculously weak ankles and terrible balance. I trip over my own feet when I wear FLAT shoes. I'm one of THOSE people. I'm supposed to practice on my brand new rather tall heels. Four inches, maybe? Doesn't sound tall, but trust me. They are.
Who decided heels were a good idea?
A man. I bet it was a man. And he was screwed over by a woman as a teenager, and she scarred him forever so he decided..."Yes. We'll make something very strappy and tiny and spiky. And they have to balance on it."
"Uh, Johnny, these are really tight. They kind of hurt."
"Kind of? Go a size down. You should want to die."
That's exactly what happened.
Another secret: I actually really like wearing them (mostly because I only have to wear them once a year). Shhhh. That's like, against the women's code.
BEAUTY IS PAIN.
Haha. Whoever said that was probably a man, too.
Screw it, barefoot is better.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I'm taking pictures with my mind."
Title: Atmosphere.
Artist: Shinedown.
P.S. In honor of it being the last day of spring break, I'm going to a Shinedown concert tonight with my friend and her mother. We return from the most awesome concert ever (besides Rockfest 2009. That was pretty fantastic) at midnight. On a Sunday night. So rebellious. Especially since our parents gave us permission. Yeah. Rock on. \m/(>.<)\m/
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
This Post Written Under The Influence Of Pirates.
I am in the middle of a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon. MARATHON, I TELL YOU. Although, during the first one I was getting all ready. It's Spring Break, baby! So, I haven't done anything but lounge around in pajamas. Today we actually have to do stuff, so I spruced up a little. Then, I was having hair problems, so I was rushing around trying to solve them. IT'S A CRISIS.
Do you know what stuff we have to do?
I have to get BRACES.
GASP!
No biggie, right?
Not for experienced people.
But I've never had toothal problems before. This is like, the Before post. So that after I get braces I can look back and be like...ah, how naive I was.
Or not.
I have a playlist for you!
I make playlists for occasions. Sometimes they're nothing, like a Cooking playlist for that time I made dinner for my family. And sometimes they're playlists for friends, like the Cocky French Boy playlist (nicknames are nicknames...). And sometimes they're actual occasions, like the New Year's Eve playlist.
My playlists are generally twenty songs. This one is short because I'm making it up off the top of my head and we have to leave soon.
The Getting Braces playlist.
1. Smile by Lily Allen.
2. Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi.
3. Mirror by Barlow Girl.
4. Help! by The Beatles.
5. Paper Bag by Anna Nalick.
6. Save Me From Myself by Vertical Horizon.
7. 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day.
8. Someday by Rob Thomas.
9. In The End by Linkin Park.
10. Heregoesnothin by Nevershoutnever.
11. Scream by Adelitas Way.
12. I Could Get Used To This by Train.
13. Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin.
14. 100 Years by Five For Fighting
15. Miniature Disasters by K.T. Tunstall.
Some of them I choose for the title, and some of them I choose for the lyrics.
MY RULES FOR MAKING PLAYLISTS:
1. Never ever ever ever ever EVER repeat an artist.
2. When making C.D's for people, never ever ever EVER repeat songs.
3. I like to make my mixes surprise people. Like, a rock song goes into classical, or jazz to metal. My dad, the true master of mixes, likes to make them flow into each other. Like, a rock song to another rock song to a rock ballad to a slow song.
4. Never ever ever EVER break the rules for making playlists.
And so ends the Before post.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "Miniature disasters, minor catastrophes/bring me to my knees."
Title: Miniature Disasters.
Artist: K.T. Tunstall.
Do you know what stuff we have to do?
I have to get BRACES.
GASP!
No biggie, right?
Not for experienced people.
But I've never had toothal problems before. This is like, the Before post. So that after I get braces I can look back and be like...ah, how naive I was.
Or not.
I have a playlist for you!
I make playlists for occasions. Sometimes they're nothing, like a Cooking playlist for that time I made dinner for my family. And sometimes they're playlists for friends, like the Cocky French Boy playlist (nicknames are nicknames...). And sometimes they're actual occasions, like the New Year's Eve playlist.
My playlists are generally twenty songs. This one is short because I'm making it up off the top of my head and we have to leave soon.
The Getting Braces playlist.
1. Smile by Lily Allen.
2. Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi.
3. Mirror by Barlow Girl.
4. Help! by The Beatles.
5. Paper Bag by Anna Nalick.
6. Save Me From Myself by Vertical Horizon.
7. 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day.
8. Someday by Rob Thomas.
9. In The End by Linkin Park.
10. Heregoesnothin by Nevershoutnever.
11. Scream by Adelitas Way.
12. I Could Get Used To This by Train.
13. Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin.
14. 100 Years by Five For Fighting
15. Miniature Disasters by K.T. Tunstall.
Some of them I choose for the title, and some of them I choose for the lyrics.
MY RULES FOR MAKING PLAYLISTS:
1. Never ever ever ever ever EVER repeat an artist.
2. When making C.D's for people, never ever ever EVER repeat songs.
3. I like to make my mixes surprise people. Like, a rock song goes into classical, or jazz to metal. My dad, the true master of mixes, likes to make them flow into each other. Like, a rock song to another rock song to a rock ballad to a slow song.
4. Never ever ever EVER break the rules for making playlists.
And so ends the Before post.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "Miniature disasters, minor catastrophes/bring me to my knees."
Title: Miniature Disasters.
Artist: K.T. Tunstall.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Space Face Lives On IbuProfin And Tylenol.
Space Face: Me.
IbuProfin and Tylenol: The reason I'm alive right now.
So. I got spacers. What you do: You walk into the orthodontist after your friends have given you a big BIG boost of confidence..."Spacers are the WORST part." "Oh, God, they hurt SO MUCH." "EWH, spacers? Have fun..." And you sit in the waiting room and watch this twelve-year-old boy before you cling to his mother's hand and sob his way into HIS spacers. Then, you sit in the chair and the spacer lady who is about to kill you shows you how she's gonna do it. Basically, she threads two pieces of dental floss through these deceptively tiny blue rubber bands, and stretches it out, and flosses it into your teeth. Painless and easy, right?
HELL NO.
She starts threading it into your teeth and you're thinking, "Okay. Okay. This isn't THAT bad." But then, you feel this CRACK and it's exactly like when you have a loose tooth and you just pulled it out. It makes the same noise, too. And she clicks it into place and it just becomes a dull ache in your mouth. She then proceeds to do this eleven more times.
Everyone I talked to has had anywhere from two to eight spacers. Twelve, apparently, is a pretty big number. It's a good sympathy-getter, because by now, pretty much everybody who will ever need spacers had gotten them and they know how terrible it is.
She finishes trying to murder me, and I sit up and see the floss covered in my blood and wonder how the orthodontist could enjoy her job. I couldn't decide whether it was stoicism or whether she was just Satan in a lab coat.
You go to bed that night thinking, "Okay. My teeth just kind of ache. I think I can do this."
But you wake up, and your whole MOUTH hurts. Your front teeth and your back teeth and your gums...it even hurts when your tongue bumps your teeth. For breakfast, I eat oatmeal. For lunch, I eat yogurt. And for supper I have to muscle my way through whatever I CAN eat. The second night we had tacoes, and there was no way I was going to pass that up. I can sort of, like...chew things on my right side really gently. But only if they can halfway dissolve by themselves or be swallowed in fairly large pieces.
IbuProfin and Tylenol are my new best friends. But today, so I wouldn't, like, die or anything, I wasn't allowed to have anything. Also, bottled water. Since it's cold, I drink it ALL DAY. I peed four times in four hours the other day (totally vital information to you, I know). Apparently this semi-horror when I get my braces. On Tuesday. Countdown: Two days.
It's unbelievable how much food you have to chew. It's like when you pull a muscle, and you never realized how much you USE that muscle until you can't use it.
It's kind of an adventure. It's also horrid. But an adventure nonetheless.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I'm a little left of center. I'm a little out of tune. Some say I'm paranormal."
Title; You Get Me.
Artist: Michelle Branch.
BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE.
I WROTE A BLOG AND IT TOOK ME AN HOUR.
I TRIED TO PUBLISH IT
BUT IT SAID THERE WAS AN ERROR AND TOLD ME TO PRESS THE BACK BUTTON ON MY BROWSER SO I DID AND IT DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE.
I screamed.
Really loudly.
In my living room.
Reality:
I am not a starving child in Haiti.
I do not have cancer.
I'm not going to die.
Reality Number Two:
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I TRIED TO PUBLISH IT
BUT IT SAID THERE WAS AN ERROR AND TOLD ME TO PRESS THE BACK BUTTON ON MY BROWSER SO I DID AND IT DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE.
I screamed.
Really loudly.
In my living room.
Reality:
I am not a starving child in Haiti.
I do not have cancer.
I'm not going to die.
Reality Number Two:
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Pinch Me, I Must Be Irish.
Guess what?
IT’S ST. PATRICK’S DAY.
Don’t you feel terrible for any poor sap not wearing green? They’re walking into school, minding their own little business, mentally preparing themselves for their school day, meditating upon their breakfast cereal (or lack thereof). Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a monster wearing entirely green jumps out from behind a corner! It sprints toward the unsuspecting non-green-wearer and attacks, using only its index finger and thumb! But this is no ordinary pincher. This is the person that wore even green underwear and has just been waiting behind that pillar over there for ONE person to not wear green. These are the people who pinch you RIGHT WHEN THEY SEE YOU, before you can lift up your sleeve and tell them “I’M WEARING A GREEN BRACELET, DAMN YOU!”
Then, there are the cheaters. Usually, they forget to wear green, and to avoid being pinched, they come up with some kind of substitute.
Option 1: Draw a clover on your hand with green Sharpie. Perfect.
Option 2: “Touch me and you die.”
Option 2 seems to be very popular today.
Guess what else?
I’m blogging in school again. I feel like such a rebel. But we’re in the computer lab and I did my work already and I don’t know what else to do and I hide it very well…I PROMISE. I’M NOT A BAD PERSON. MY TWO SHOES ARE GOODY.
I get spacers today. I feel young when I say that (granted, I AM young). You pass all these blogs about people and their children and THEIR spacers, and I’m getting them myself. I like to tell people just to see their reaction…they usually make some sort of face and tell me how much they’re going to hurt.
But my mother usually gets us ice cream when we get spacers.
ICE CREAM
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: “We’re not all the same.”
Title: What A Shame.
Artist: Shinedown.
IT’S ST. PATRICK’S DAY.
Don’t you feel terrible for any poor sap not wearing green? They’re walking into school, minding their own little business, mentally preparing themselves for their school day, meditating upon their breakfast cereal (or lack thereof). Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a monster wearing entirely green jumps out from behind a corner! It sprints toward the unsuspecting non-green-wearer and attacks, using only its index finger and thumb! But this is no ordinary pincher. This is the person that wore even green underwear and has just been waiting behind that pillar over there for ONE person to not wear green. These are the people who pinch you RIGHT WHEN THEY SEE YOU, before you can lift up your sleeve and tell them “I’M WEARING A GREEN BRACELET, DAMN YOU!”
Then, there are the cheaters. Usually, they forget to wear green, and to avoid being pinched, they come up with some kind of substitute.
Option 1: Draw a clover on your hand with green Sharpie. Perfect.
Option 2: “Touch me and you die.”
Option 2 seems to be very popular today.
Guess what else?
I’m blogging in school again. I feel like such a rebel. But we’re in the computer lab and I did my work already and I don’t know what else to do and I hide it very well…I PROMISE. I’M NOT A BAD PERSON. MY TWO SHOES ARE GOODY.
I get spacers today. I feel young when I say that (granted, I AM young). You pass all these blogs about people and their children and THEIR spacers, and I’m getting them myself. I like to tell people just to see their reaction…they usually make some sort of face and tell me how much they’re going to hurt.
But my mother usually gets us ice cream when we get spacers.
ICE CREAM
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: “We’re not all the same.”
Title: What A Shame.
Artist: Shinedown.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
To Write Love On Her Fingernails.
I wrote "Love" on my fingernails!
Exciting, right?
Guess what.
There is a phantom spider in my bathroom! O.o
I was standing in there, getting ready for bed, when suddenly, this hairy monstrosity begins crawling slowly from the depths of my shower across the wall towards me! I ran to my room, grabbed the biggest shoe I could find, and ran back in. Unfortunately, it was at an awkward angle, so when I slammed the shoe against the wall to squish the thing, it fell onto the floor. I slammed the shoe over it again, and missed. Then, again. I hit it this time, and its legs crumpled up over its body and it died. Or so I thought. I left it there because I was tired and didn't wanna touch it. Being a secret Pacifist, I felt a little guilty for killing it.
I woke up the next morning and walked in to shower and stuff, and the spider was...gone. Disappeared. The shoe was there, right where I'd left it, but the spider had vanished.
So, now there's a ghost of a spider floating around, teleporting in and out of my bathroom and probably crawling on me at night, laughing at me. And one night I'm going to wake up and realize it's creeping up my leg, trying to kill me for trying to kill it.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The title of this blog post is a spin off of To Write Love On Her Arms. I wasn't sure what it was, so I googled it and came up with an organization trying to stop suicide and things. It reminded me of Operation Beautiful.
Here are the sites if you wanna check em out. People trying to make a difference in the world. A little difference, but a difference nonetheless. That's pretty B.A, if you ask me (or if you don't). I salute you!
www.twloha.com/vision/
www.operationbeautiful.com
Yesterday, the choir and band went to solo and ensemble contest. Basically, all the music kids (that wanna participate) in the state get together in a high school and sing and play music and show off how good they are alone or in small groups. We hang out and get nervous and play our stuff and get rated (1-5, 1 being the absolute best. You also go to State competition if you get a 1, where you have to be HARDCORE BEST OF THE BEST INSANE PRODIGIES to get a 1) and then get really happy or incredibly depressed. Especially if you're a freshman.
Junior High: Unless you just completely screw up, you will get a 1.
High School: A 2 is really, really good.
But you still expect 1's in the back of your mind.
Anyway, I met these two random guys there while my friend and I were sitting in the auditorium waiting for his piano solo to come. Their names were Colin and Tucker. But I called Colin "Fred" because he wouldn't tell me what his name was and his friend told me his name was "Cupcakesnufflupagus" or something along those lines.
He told me fried chicken solves everything.
Wise words, Fred.
I'm trying to find art blogs. You know, those blogs that post challenges every month or so? So that whenever I feel crafty (I make PUNS), I can make crap. If you find one, do tell, por favor.
How I know my Spanish class is actually working:
My friend asked me how I was in Spanish.
And I answered.
In Spanish.
I was proud of myself.
Soy muy cansada, pero contento.
We watched the Phantom of The Opera today! The movie version with Gerard Butler. It was pretty good. I liked the music best. The storyline itself gets hard to follow.
But music: A++++++++++++++++.
Gorgeous. Gorgeous.
Gah.
Love
Love
Love on my fingernails,
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I can take you away from here."
Title: All I Wanted.
Artist: Michelle Branch.
Exciting, right?
Guess what.
There is a phantom spider in my bathroom! O.o
I was standing in there, getting ready for bed, when suddenly, this hairy monstrosity begins crawling slowly from the depths of my shower across the wall towards me! I ran to my room, grabbed the biggest shoe I could find, and ran back in. Unfortunately, it was at an awkward angle, so when I slammed the shoe against the wall to squish the thing, it fell onto the floor. I slammed the shoe over it again, and missed. Then, again. I hit it this time, and its legs crumpled up over its body and it died. Or so I thought. I left it there because I was tired and didn't wanna touch it. Being a secret Pacifist, I felt a little guilty for killing it.
I woke up the next morning and walked in to shower and stuff, and the spider was...gone. Disappeared. The shoe was there, right where I'd left it, but the spider had vanished.
So, now there's a ghost of a spider floating around, teleporting in and out of my bathroom and probably crawling on me at night, laughing at me. And one night I'm going to wake up and realize it's creeping up my leg, trying to kill me for trying to kill it.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The title of this blog post is a spin off of To Write Love On Her Arms. I wasn't sure what it was, so I googled it and came up with an organization trying to stop suicide and things. It reminded me of Operation Beautiful.
Here are the sites if you wanna check em out. People trying to make a difference in the world. A little difference, but a difference nonetheless. That's pretty B.A, if you ask me (or if you don't). I salute you!
www.twloha.com/vision/
www.operationbeautiful.com
Yesterday, the choir and band went to solo and ensemble contest. Basically, all the music kids (that wanna participate) in the state get together in a high school and sing and play music and show off how good they are alone or in small groups. We hang out and get nervous and play our stuff and get rated (1-5, 1 being the absolute best. You also go to State competition if you get a 1, where you have to be HARDCORE BEST OF THE BEST INSANE PRODIGIES to get a 1) and then get really happy or incredibly depressed. Especially if you're a freshman.
Junior High: Unless you just completely screw up, you will get a 1.
High School: A 2 is really, really good.
But you still expect 1's in the back of your mind.
Anyway, I met these two random guys there while my friend and I were sitting in the auditorium waiting for his piano solo to come. Their names were Colin and Tucker. But I called Colin "Fred" because he wouldn't tell me what his name was and his friend told me his name was "Cupcakesnufflupagus" or something along those lines.
He told me fried chicken solves everything.
Wise words, Fred.
I'm trying to find art blogs. You know, those blogs that post challenges every month or so? So that whenever I feel crafty (I make PUNS), I can make crap. If you find one, do tell, por favor.
How I know my Spanish class is actually working:
My friend asked me how I was in Spanish.
And I answered.
In Spanish.
I was proud of myself.
Soy muy cansada, pero contento.
We watched the Phantom of The Opera today! The movie version with Gerard Butler. It was pretty good. I liked the music best. The storyline itself gets hard to follow.
But music: A++++++++++++++++.
Gorgeous. Gorgeous.
Gah.
Love
Love
Love on my fingernails,
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I can take you away from here."
Title: All I Wanted.
Artist: Michelle Branch.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Old Habits Die Easily.
Here's the thing.
I've been blogging since...what, seventh, eighth grade? It's freshmeat year and suddenly I can't do it anymore!
Let's use the catchphrase of the day and say...
EPIC FAIL.
I used to blog every day. Sometimes multiple times. Then every other, then every two, and then my blogging patterns would become...erratic. Blog...two days. BLOGBLOGBLOG...three more days pass. BLOG...seven days pass. Like a chipmunk on ecstasy.
Twitch. Twitch.
So, MY LIFETIME GOAL: To blog more frequently. If I can accomplish this by the time I die, I will have died a very pale, wide-eyed computer maniac. But I will have accomplished my lifetime goal, so yay me.
I'm going to do it. I am. I'm going to talk about...THE WEATHER. Yes. The thing people talk about when they have Absolutely Nothing to say.
It was BEAUTIFUL outside today. By Beautiful I mean seventy degrees and berr-eezy.
NOT Beautiful: Booty shorts.
Dear Teenage Girls,
People are prettier with clothes on.
Except Johnny Depp, maybe...and probably that one guy in that one class I have...
ANYWAY.
I don't appreciate catching glimpses of your magenta underwear (I SHOULDN'T KNOW THAT IT'S MAGENTA).
Thank you.
Sincerely,
A Fellow Female Who Is Much More Modest Than You And Thinks You Are A Bit Of A Whore. Especially You, Freshman Girl Who Did Naughty Things With That Senior On The Band Bus And Now We Can't Go To Overnight Competitions Because Of You, You Little STD-Ridden Skank.
Ahem. I mean...uhm...{insert quiet, shy comment here}
My Wish:
That I could do what Hyperbole And A Half's author Allie does.
Yes. I'm talking about her again. But she's, like, one of my blogging idols in the world of Blogging For The Hell Of It. She takes a random topic and writes random things about it and somehow stretches it out and adds pictures so that it takes up several pages and is somehow so hilarious that it has me and my friend falling to pieces in the library until our poor English teacher is yelling at us in the library and then the librarians (who I'm pretty sure are possessed) are yelling at her and then God looks down and goes,
"WHY YOU BITCHES YELLING IN MAH LIBRARY?!"
OH! We went and saw (We being my parents, brother, sister, myself, and my imaginary friend Howard) Alice In Wonderland! Not in 3-D because we're cheap.
It was FANTASTIC.
My parents thought it was just "good." But I loved it. I don't normally do movie reviews, but I'm gonna do a mini one. And nobody can stop me. Bahaha.
It was incredibly imaginative, and just so DETAILED I bet you'd catch something new about it if you watched it a hundred times. The score was fantastic, and the acting was amazing, and everything about it was just GREAT.
HOWEVER.
I haven't read the book.
I'm going to. Probably. Maybe, sort of. But that's what I think.
I was GOING to upload a picture of us playing Apple Juice Pong at the flute party...but my computer is being horribly awful, so you'll just have to believe me...
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "One, a-two, a-three shoo-bee-doo."
Title: I Love You 5.
Artist: Nevershoutnever.
^^^P.S. Not the BEST quote, but this song is stuck in my head and I had to do SOMETHING.
I've been blogging since...what, seventh, eighth grade? It's freshmeat year and suddenly I can't do it anymore!
Let's use the catchphrase of the day and say...
EPIC FAIL.
I used to blog every day. Sometimes multiple times. Then every other, then every two, and then my blogging patterns would become...erratic. Blog...two days. BLOGBLOGBLOG...three more days pass. BLOG...seven days pass. Like a chipmunk on ecstasy.
Twitch. Twitch.
So, MY LIFETIME GOAL: To blog more frequently. If I can accomplish this by the time I die, I will have died a very pale, wide-eyed computer maniac. But I will have accomplished my lifetime goal, so yay me.
I'm going to do it. I am. I'm going to talk about...THE WEATHER. Yes. The thing people talk about when they have Absolutely Nothing to say.
It was BEAUTIFUL outside today. By Beautiful I mean seventy degrees and berr-eezy.
NOT Beautiful: Booty shorts.
Dear Teenage Girls,
People are prettier with clothes on.
Except Johnny Depp, maybe...and probably that one guy in that one class I have...
ANYWAY.
I don't appreciate catching glimpses of your magenta underwear (I SHOULDN'T KNOW THAT IT'S MAGENTA).
Thank you.
Sincerely,
A Fellow Female Who Is Much More Modest Than You And Thinks You Are A Bit Of A Whore. Especially You, Freshman Girl Who Did Naughty Things With That Senior On The Band Bus And Now We Can't Go To Overnight Competitions Because Of You, You Little STD-Ridden Skank.
Ahem. I mean...uhm...{insert quiet, shy comment here}
My Wish:
That I could do what Hyperbole And A Half's author Allie does.
Yes. I'm talking about her again. But she's, like, one of my blogging idols in the world of Blogging For The Hell Of It. She takes a random topic and writes random things about it and somehow stretches it out and adds pictures so that it takes up several pages and is somehow so hilarious that it has me and my friend falling to pieces in the library until our poor English teacher is yelling at us in the library and then the librarians (who I'm pretty sure are possessed) are yelling at her and then God looks down and goes,
"WHY YOU BITCHES YELLING IN MAH LIBRARY?!"
OH! We went and saw (We being my parents, brother, sister, myself, and my imaginary friend Howard) Alice In Wonderland! Not in 3-D because we're cheap.
It was FANTASTIC.
My parents thought it was just "good." But I loved it. I don't normally do movie reviews, but I'm gonna do a mini one. And nobody can stop me. Bahaha.
It was incredibly imaginative, and just so DETAILED I bet you'd catch something new about it if you watched it a hundred times. The score was fantastic, and the acting was amazing, and everything about it was just GREAT.
HOWEVER.
I haven't read the book.
I'm going to. Probably. Maybe, sort of. But that's what I think.
I was GOING to upload a picture of us playing Apple Juice Pong at the flute party...but my computer is being horribly awful, so you'll just have to believe me...
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "One, a-two, a-three shoo-bee-doo."
Title: I Love You 5.
Artist: Nevershoutnever.
^^^P.S. Not the BEST quote, but this song is stuck in my head and I had to do SOMETHING.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Consistency Fail. Newly Condemned.
That's right, condemned. To die. Or get braces. Y'know, it's pretty much the same thing.
So the past week I've been trying to get up the motivation to blog. Even if nobody reads it, I try to do it for posterity. Or to prove to myself that yes, I CAN actually keep something up for more than a year. Or just because I can. Here's what I did. I compiled, all in my noggin, the pointless stories and anecdotes of My Life As A Non-Potato Homosapien. Just for you. That's right. You're special. FEEL SPECIAL.
Anyway. Today, I went to the orthodontist. Exciting, right? So we sit down, and my orthodontist gets out those pictures of my teeth and that plaster cast of my teeth and makes red marks.
"Here is where her jaw is."
"Here's where it's s'posed to be."
"Here's where this tooth is. And this tooth. They're s'posed to line up."
"Here's her jaw. Here's how it's set on top of the bottom jaw. It's s'posed to be like this."
Ohhhhh sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
"She'll have braces, top and bottom, and rubber bands for 28 to 36 months."
WHAT?!?!?!?!??!
That's...
Two years.
My eyes got really big and the orthodontist laughed at me.
I'm pretty sure the "Orthodontasaur" was a type of dinosaur. Then they evolved into people and are now planning to strap metal to my teeth. Silly dinosaur instincts.
I had a dream last night. A weird one.
See, there was a group of us, and we were all running from one place to another, and I wanted to be first. Since I was feeling particularly fast in this dream, I ran ahead. Then all these jock boys caught up to me and started to pass me, but I sped up. I think. Something happened, and we had to stop in some sort of convenience store that I'm PRETTY sure was in another dream of mine. So we were all hanging around and then it got dark and I got mad because I hadn't run enough that day. Apparently, I was psycho in this dream. Then my best friend, who was in the dream, turned into a lesbian and confessed that she was in love with me.
Then I think I woke up.
Or something else happened.
It was one of THOSE dreams, y'know? Where your subconscious is POSITIVE your alarm is going to go off, so it kinda half wakes you up so you can check the clock, and you think, "I HAVE to remember this dream," but that wakes you up all the way and then your alarm DOES go off and then you forget it.
It's very sad, really.
I had STORIES, I promise. But they just FLEW out the window the second I started watching American Idol.
Hmm. Is there a direct correlation between the two?
Or just a bizarre coincidence?
THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day when it's cold outside."
Title; My Girl.
Artist; The Temptations.
^^^Classic, classic, classic. Also, Aaron Kelly sang this on Idol today, and I LOVE HIM. He's like a puppy. I just wanna hug him.
So the past week I've been trying to get up the motivation to blog. Even if nobody reads it, I try to do it for posterity. Or to prove to myself that yes, I CAN actually keep something up for more than a year. Or just because I can. Here's what I did. I compiled, all in my noggin, the pointless stories and anecdotes of My Life As A Non-Potato Homosapien. Just for you. That's right. You're special. FEEL SPECIAL.
Anyway. Today, I went to the orthodontist. Exciting, right? So we sit down, and my orthodontist gets out those pictures of my teeth and that plaster cast of my teeth and makes red marks.
"Here is where her jaw is."
"Here's where it's s'posed to be."
"Here's where this tooth is. And this tooth. They're s'posed to line up."
"Here's her jaw. Here's how it's set on top of the bottom jaw. It's s'posed to be like this."
Ohhhhh sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
"She'll have braces, top and bottom, and rubber bands for 28 to 36 months."
WHAT?!?!?!?!??!
That's...
Two years.
My eyes got really big and the orthodontist laughed at me.
I'm pretty sure the "Orthodontasaur" was a type of dinosaur. Then they evolved into people and are now planning to strap metal to my teeth. Silly dinosaur instincts.
I had a dream last night. A weird one.
See, there was a group of us, and we were all running from one place to another, and I wanted to be first. Since I was feeling particularly fast in this dream, I ran ahead. Then all these jock boys caught up to me and started to pass me, but I sped up. I think. Something happened, and we had to stop in some sort of convenience store that I'm PRETTY sure was in another dream of mine. So we were all hanging around and then it got dark and I got mad because I hadn't run enough that day. Apparently, I was psycho in this dream. Then my best friend, who was in the dream, turned into a lesbian and confessed that she was in love with me.
Then I think I woke up.
Or something else happened.
It was one of THOSE dreams, y'know? Where your subconscious is POSITIVE your alarm is going to go off, so it kinda half wakes you up so you can check the clock, and you think, "I HAVE to remember this dream," but that wakes you up all the way and then your alarm DOES go off and then you forget it.
It's very sad, really.
I had STORIES, I promise. But they just FLEW out the window the second I started watching American Idol.
Hmm. Is there a direct correlation between the two?
Or just a bizarre coincidence?
THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day when it's cold outside."
Title; My Girl.
Artist; The Temptations.
^^^Classic, classic, classic. Also, Aaron Kelly sang this on Idol today, and I LOVE HIM. He's like a puppy. I just wanna hug him.
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