Sunday, December 23, 2007

Weirdness of STUFFFFF

So I have thoughts buzzing around in my head right now and I'm trying to organize them without sounding emo. hahahaha. Anyways, basically, yeah...

Well, here's the thing: human beings have an enormous propensity to hope for things that they're never going to posses. Like the Buddhists say, all sadness is caused by your own desires and all that. That being said, pointless regret is really weird to me. Not the fact that people regret it, that's not it. It's, if it was exactly what you wanted when you were doing it, and it's just a relationship-type thing and not something huge, then why would you keep moaning on about it? Haha and Ii'm sooo guilty of doing that, but when you think about it, maybe you would regret not doing it more. Like, right now, something that I didn't do is a much bigger regret.

If someone does something shitty to you, it's not always your fault for being oblivious. I mean, yes, you may have been naiive, but if the person did nothing that might make you suspect them being a total dog, it's not your fault. They're sort of just a jackass for leading you on and maybe you can just move on and put it all the hell behind you. Blocking stuff out works damn good when you have this philosophy.

And now, I'm trying to get to my general point...alright, so basically, I think I may be regressing to a previous mind state thing. It wasn't that long ago that I was in this frame of mind.

BLAHHHHHHH stuff. I can't focus on this. Off to...whatever.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Philosophy: The Sequel.

Let me start out with this is not an attack on anybody. I lurrrve the person who made the post which I am responding to, but I have an opinion that I would like to state:

-My wardrobe does indulge in slutty clothing sometimes, though Uggs are made of dead animals so they are BADDDD.
-I am involved in no extracurriculars.
-The few talents I have are abstract, and I rarely display them. Which makes it sound like it's prostitution or something but seriously it's not lol.
-I don't even know if I'm GOING to college, much less what I would do once I got the hell out.
-Intimate relationships are extremely appealing to me. Not TOOOOO intimate, but y'know.
-I want to help the world, and I know what reforms I would make, but I don't think I'm informed enough to know that they would work.
-I am irresponsible, and my leadership skills basically sum up to bossy.
-Isn't spreading yourself out and experiencing life healthy?? Isn't all that matters that you enjoy something, no matter how well you do it?
-"We don't need no education!/We don't need no thought control!"
-Hah, well, I do in fact settle for mediocrity if I don't care about the subject.
-Oh, cmon. It's the 21st century over here. Unless you live in a tree, material objects (which include textbooks, instruments, even classrooms) are important. I agree, however, that they should under no curcumstances be considered more important than those we care about.
-Aren't we all on our way to doom, by such logic?
-Some people love sports. Not me, personally, but there's nothing wrong with them until you start caring.
-Parents should be handled with extreme caution, like dynomite.
-Despite such principles, I am not a bad person.

And now for some philosophy of my own:

When you take life too seriously, when you eschew things that evoke emotion, when you think that pure hatred of the world's problems will solve them, you will end up painted into a corner. Maybe some people LOVE feild hockey and soccer, maybe college isn't right for them. Hell, most people don't even know yet what they are going to do when they get out of high school, much less when they get out of college. If a 16-year-old is too young for a romantic relationship, isn't that same 16-year-old much too young to make decisions about IMPORTANT things like college and that? Hate doesn't motivate, nor does intimidation. All it will do is break down and discourage. Hell, dude, I don't think I'm a bad person because i'm generally apathetic. I care about some things, but I don't get manic. Because when I do that, when any person does that, they will not end up happy.

And happiness is key.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

A Little Bit O' Nothin.


Help me out here!

You don't have to be going to homecoming to say.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Monday, September 03, 2007


Second-to-last day of summer...dammit....anywayssss....

Pic brought to you by the brains of me and my brother and the photoshopping of Tim!!! Yayyy!!! (We were listening to the book on cd version of HP 7 on the way up and we were mocking the dude's way of saying Snape...hahaha...)

Monday, August 20, 2007


The Princess Diaries officially has too many books. Seriously, EIGHT, and the last four or five have kind of sucked. And in the last book, the author screwed over every single one of her characters...and ended in a freaking annoying cliffhanger.

What happened to the Mia from the first book? I didn't want to strangle *her*. Actually, the new and improved Mia...I don't want to strangle her. I want to beat her up until she stops acting like such a freak. AUGH!!! Seriously. She's an idiot. Also, if she gets back with her boyfriend in the next book, it'll suck cuz Meg Cabot has already convinced us that she's perfect with the other guy. But then, if she DOESNT get back together with the boyfriend, it'll also totally suck because you're so USED to that dude just BEING there. Even though he's sort of an asshole now. Oh, well, so is she. Grrrrrr.

Note to self: if you ever get published, don't make the same mistake as Meg Cabot and OVERWRITE a seiries. It's annoying and a bad habit of hers.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Kyle XY!!!!!


Wheeeeeeeeeeee, it's so funny. It's like, put hormones in a clueless alien (only not really) boy, and mix him with normal person. And the steriotypical religious-but-hot girl who Kyle is of course massivley in love with. And the religiously drunk grandfather ("Scotch plus Bible equals question mark??") who was only just introduced. Oh, and Kyle's female counterpart. Who APPARENTLY is the one who offed Kyle's foster sister...DUDE. And the evil man, who's going to kill that woman's insanley cute little daughter. They are SO SO SOSOSOSOSOSOSO evil!! And Declan is hot. How do you spell that again? Deklan? Deklin? Declin? AUGH! Hahahaha...if you have any questions how this show works, ask me. I WILL explain it.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Sit and Miss

So I'm bad at just sitting and missing someone. How do you do that? It's so bad. It's just stupid. I mean, you're just supposed to sit there and be sad like this? How? How do you not go crazy?

But then again...I can't do anything else.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Little Miss Sunshine

So I finally watched Little Miss Sunshine, and it's nowhere near as overrated as most things that win/are nominated for stuff are. Abigail Breslin (Olive) was so cute. Actually, too cute. She was starting to annoy the crap out of me until she did that a-zamming dance. The dad was okay, totally amazingly annoying. Toni Colette (the mom) looked SO crazily skinny. And BLONDE!!! I didn't even know it was her until I IMDb'ed it. She was good at being emotional, but what else is new? The grandpa was soooooooo funny, and Dwayne was sweet but a little bland. Steve Carell is my hero for making depressed/suicidal/cutter uncle funny and heartbreaking at the same time. All in all, this movie proves that VW Vans rule, Steve Carell is still my hero, and and men will not notice a dead body in the back of your trunk if they spot some porn first.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

You've Got Tom Hanks!

So my sister has taken over the TV, and she chose You've Got Mail, which I watched by accident with her one time. And let me just say that it is the most ridiculous thing I have *ever* watched.

If you're lucky enough not to have seen it, here's the plot: Free-spirited Village girl who runs charming little bookstore (Meg Ryan) meets sleazy rich guy building bookstore warehouse
(Tom Hanks). Meet online. Send e-mails. Love each other. Unknowingly meet in real life. Hate each other. Rich guy and Villiage girl have bookstore battles. Rich guy puts Village girl out of buisness. Rich guy proves that he's a total sleazy idiot. AND THEY STILL FALL IN LOVE!!!

So. Freaking. Annoying. Tom Hanks is ugly, too. Hahaha.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

I'm Up, I'm Up...dated.

so, here i am. Updating. At fucking 8:30 in the morning.

You see, it's my sister's birthday today. Apparently they beleive that this changes the fact that i need to sleep. I even told them all yesterday that they could open the freaking presents without me; i didn't care. For some reason, listening to me proved an alien concept to anyone in my family, and at 8 o'clock my brother and sister were poking me and laughing. When I didn't respond well to that, they went off to tell on me to my dad. He woke me up and is mad at me because I told him I hated them, which considering that they woke me up in the crappiest way imaginable and how my sister won't shut the hell up about how she's getting her damn phone a year earlier than I did because HER grades are perfect, isn't a totally inacurate statement. Seventeen minutes later, I was back upstairs and, like I knew was going to happen, I can't fall back asleep. I mean, I've seen her open twelve years worth of presents (i was asleep downstairs for this one). Why the hell do i need to see someone tear wrapping paper off boxes? Why does my mom see it as so horribly insensitive that I would rather sleep in, have her open the presents at the exact time SHE wants to, and have me in a good mood when I get up, thus making her birthday that much better instead of watching my sister scream over gifts that in a couple of weeks she'll forget she owns (besides the cell phone, of course. My dad the genius put us on a shared minutes plan and she's already been berating me about not using "her minutes" for weeks) and be in a shitty mood for the rest of the day?

As you can see, I have a reason to hate my family.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Guess What?

I have, like, no interest in this anymore. Seriously.

Guess what else? I didnt get to sleep until twoish. So I have, like, no interest in anything.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Wow, Finals Are Stressful.

Sorry for dissing, Poe. I just took it out on you cuz I was tired of finals and shit.


Check my blog this summer, I might start a new story, or at least posting more frequently.

Icky Thump is AMAZING.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Last Straw, and It's Pink!


Go get your own damn blog, or i will delete any posts as long as that.

Plus, "Weird little grils?"

Also, My Chemical Romance is not my favorite but not the worst. If you only listen to the "hits", you get what most strictly pop-centric listeners like. Those are usually not the best.
And ew. If you EVER hear me raving about the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, shoot me. In fact, I rarely rave about anything. I personally think that those guys suck, and My Chemical Romance is only good if you don't take them seriously.

And you can't say that you can't see how snobby, judgemental, hypocritical and elitist your comments sound. I'm not mad or trying to insult you, I'm just exercising my vocabulary.

Augh. Finals, anyone?

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Channel Flipping.

Best thing ever: this stupid show in NY about jewels. Lots of dead air, and some redneck guy who looks like mr. foreman. He's really excited about jewelry for a man. Then six more channels of snow. Then some show about how apparently they made the Halocaust place into a museam. Ew. Then sports. Three more snow channels. Walmart commercial. C-Span about tuberculosis. A little snow. Travel show, biker in spandex shorts flirting with the host. Ew. Weather channel, and there's a hurricane. Local Marine Forecast. Commercial for a baseball bat ("BAY-UM! BAY-UM!"). It is a pretty friggin cool bat, though. CNN...Oh no! Someone dumped tires off the coast!!! It's killing everything! How the hell did the government APPROVE that??? CourtTv, Animal Planet...ew. Bugs. Some home makeover show...on a channel called fuse. MTV2. It looks like Punk'd. Oh, hey, yeah it is Punk'd. Here's something to watch. Hey, where the freak is Ashton?? We have a BOND, and I can tell when he's not there.


Joe, I never complained about finals. Just Social Stuides and its boringness.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Even The Most Ordinary Of Moments....

....can be cause for a story. Who knew that Social Studies (and related activities) would give me anything but a headache?

Sunday, June 03, 2007


My stupid, stupid neighbor. It's like she KNEW I just blew all my money on a dress and black heels or something and decided to pounce while she had the chance. Because even though I've been gradually backing out of babysitting everyone except for Leah(every monday and tuesday) and this other family with those totally cute kids, Tyler and Brad(ocassionally, mostly in the summer), I'm still babysitting today at noon. Not only that, but I'm babysitting for someone who STILL hasent gotten me and my sister straight. I mean, okay, maybe FOUR YEARS AGO when we still looked a LITTLE BIT SIMILAR, it would have been a little more excusable. But now she's known us FOREVER, and she and her kids still call us both Emma.

But that's not all. No, we're also babysitting them at the POOL.

Are you KIDDING ME?!?! It's like normal babysitting but with drowning! Emma is a lot more responsible than I am, and she's done it before, and all, but I'm obviously going to be expected to do SOMETHING. And I know that this is like the epitome of stupid girliness to say this, but I just did my nails yesterday! And not like normal did my nails either. This one took a lot of work. I saw these instructions on this website on how to do your nails really cool, and here's what I had to do: Paint my nails white. Do like a million coats. Wait for that to dry. Sharpie them blue. Print out little Union Jacks. Glue them on my nails. Wait for that to dry. Put a couple of coats of sparkles on them. Wait for THAT to dry.


Sunday, May 27, 2007

One Year!

I have officially had my blog for a whole year now!! It's so crazy, because SO much has changed since then. Jeez, it's nuts. I've learned some lessons, I'm in high school, and I'm sans about seven inches of hair. People who I used to like or was friends with or whatever are now repulsive to me, and vice versa. I don't have as much to say, but what I do say has a little more substance and a little less blahblahblah. Sooooooo...yeah.


Friday, May 25, 2007

Back to Black

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please.

I have new spring CD!!

For those of you not fluent in SpazzAli, there's always this one CD that I listen to when it's warm out, and this year I'm putting most of my money on Amy Winehouse with "Back to Black." This is my favorite song so far, so...yay!! JoePoe, you are going to leave a comment about how hot she is, so let me just steal your thunder right here and mention it.

Thursday, May 24, 2007


The title came out of nowhere.

I should have been born earlier. Really. I think the sixties. What did they have in the sixties? Nothing. Maybe drugs(not an incentive). Some cute clothes. Johnny the hot dance instructor. Hee.

I'm really tired, and I don't know if I'll be able to sleep.

It's like I'm in a hole, and I can't get myself out. Why is that? I don't even know if I'll be able to sleep. I'm so out of it.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

"Rockumentary"s, Police Shows, And Dora The Explorer

That's all that's on TV right now. I've just been watching the blogs scroll by on the recently updated page instead.

Being sick kinda sucks, especially since my mom is freaking out, because she can't "figure out what's wrong with me". I couldn't figure out if she was yelling at me or at herself, so I said "I'm sorry," which made her get even MADDER. It's like no matter how hard I try, I just can't make anyone happy. Really, all I want to do is make everyone happy, which is stupid, because it never works. Which makes me wonder why I'm commiting so much energy to it. Then I slept until now.

And that's just about it.


So, since I fear doing the whole two-posts-in-one-day thing, I've decided to just edit this one. So yay for me.

So while I was lying on the couch bored out of my mind today, I happened to catch Dirty Dancing on one of those HBO channels. And it was AMZAZING. Really, whoever made that movie is a marketing genius. Summer resort, people doing dances that would have, in the 80's, at least, gotten them arrested, and a perpetually shirtless Patrick Swayze? What could be better than that?

Wow, I'm so weird...but honestly. That was a great movie. Besides the end. The end was just WAY too much dancing. Also, they never tied up that whole what-the-hell-is-going-to-happen-after-she-leaves-the-resort thing, but if you don't think past the very end then it's okay. Hee. Wow. Weirdness.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Go, Scotland!

...For producing someone so sexy.

Yes, Tim's brother, I know that he is engaged. To that girl who played Madame du Pompador in that one episode. I'm crying, really. On the inside.

Joe: Yes, I have a thing for nerds, but I only actually started obsessing...I mean...being a bit more ENTHUSIASTIC when Tim was stupid enough to send me some interview thing with him. And the English accent that he puts on for the show is okay, I guess, but he has the sexiest Scottish accent this side of anywhere. Seriously. And when he says his r's, it's not just like a normal "are". It's like "rrrrrrrrrrrr". Why did they make him be British??? Seriously!! So many more people would watch that show if he actually talked like that the whole time!!! And then the video that popped up after that one on Youtube, he was wearing very "nice" black jeans...I love the Converses with the suit, but honestly, he looks so much better dressed all nice like that.

Lol sorry for all the obsessing...i'm just being...uhhh....AMAZING!!!!!

Vitamin Water...




No, really.

It really does.

It tastes better than caffeine...yayyyyy!!!

Friday, May 18, 2007

+New Post

I wonder if it's possible to miss a person who you've never really known.

I guess it must be.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I Just Have To Say One Thing:

I'm sorry. I know that I overreacted.

It's just that every time you think I am mad (and by you i mean plural you, like all you, vous, that sense, and I am in no way reffering to one single person), I'm never actually mad. I'm just laughing and starting a fuss because I find it FUNNY. For example, Joe, I didnt really care about the comment that you made about my shirt. At all. I just reacted because I thought it was funny.

And then there are times when it's late and I can't sleep and I'm sad and I read something that hits me too hard and gets me mad. Like when I was told that I was an easy target, I know that the person who said it didnt mean it, but here's the thing: I know that I am weak, and I wish that I wasn't. I wish that I could be happy about everything and that nothing would get to me but I can't. I can't be like that.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

This Post is Propelled by:

-Friendless assholes who have nothing better to do than tell someone that they are an easy target because they think that they're funny. I mean, it does get to me. All the negative crap that people are throwing around actually gets to me sometimes. I know, shock, right?
-Gilmore Girls ending
-The fact that I am apparently too weak to even take up a shred more existance in anyone's life.
-I'm probably going to fail school, considering how things are going right now.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Will's New Blog

Will just made a new blog . Don't get it confused with mine.


AUGH link doesnt work. And it's not actually a blog. It's just on mine. So whatevs.

hi peeps its the one and only EMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Guess wat i have a swolen finger. it hurts like sooooooooooooooooo much! I was closing the door and my 3 fingers got caught in the gosh darn door!!!!!!!!! i am extremely agrivated and it is taking me like 30 minutes to type a couple of sentences with one hand. luv yas! emma

Saturday, May 12, 2007

More Songs!!!

Don't kill me, though. This one is from Spring Awakening, and it's mostly for the benifit of Messo.

Sooooo I'm procrastinating whilest I waiteth for my sister to get home. Cuz if i get in the shower and she comes home she'll be locked out. Also, she apparently spray-painted her hair pink, and I can't WAIT to see that. It was so cute. She thought she was so hardcore. I was like, "Sweetie, it's not a big deal unitl the spray is dye and it's permenant." Speaking of which...when the f is the dye going to go away?!?!? WHEN??? I'm bored of my between-red-and-brown hair...yagggg.

So I will leave you to listen to this amazing song in peace.

Friday, May 11, 2007


Really tiny ones, dancing around the Spring Awakening CD. It's totally brilliant.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Look Below For Weird Pic

But this is too good not to share.


It's watching you!!!!!
This pic is emo-tastic.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007


Good song.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Dreams The Third

So I went and looked up a bunch of elements from my dream that I had, and they're generally good things! Yay! That was a weird dream, though....extremely random. And that whole thing about Emma avoiding frisbees...? Who knows, who knows.

And now, to the Guitar Hero.

Friday, May 04, 2007

What Kind Of Day Is It?

I can't tell. This song, which is ordinarily depressing, makes me feel all floaty and a peaceful sort of happy. I know why, too.

"In my mind they felt so soft/And the image there held me aloft."

Spring is a good season. Allergies aside, I'm really pretty fond of it.

"I've found a better way to pass the time/A better way to make you mine."

This day didnt start out good. In fact, it started out horribly. But then something happened, and the fact that that one incident could improve the entire day is startling. In good and bad ways.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007


So little time for posting!

I hate allergies.

They hurt my head.

They make me sleepy.

Friday, April 27, 2007


I am sitting in a room, waiting to go downstairs. I just woke up, and now i'm wondering how I managed to sleep at all.

My family is being loud again, but that's no shock. They're always loud. I just can't tell if everyone is drunk again, like they were for the past two days. It's pretty much the most amusing thing i've ever seen, and also the weirdest. Now, I COULD go down and find out. But that means that I have to move. Yarrrrrrrrrrrrg.

So I guess I'll sit here, check the blogs, until I can haul my ass downstairs.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007


So there's been a slight change of plans. I thought we were going to stay at a hotel, but actually we're staying at the house. The house has internet acess. Dunno if i'll update much, especially after my cousins get here, but yeah.

I'm tired.

Monday, April 23, 2007


So I'm going to be in Michigan for the rest of the week, at least. That's really all I have to say.

Saturday, April 21, 2007


So guess what time i got up this morning?


Yes, 7 AM. There was a little caffiene involved but otherwise, nothing. I can barely beevle it. And yes, i spelled it that way on purpose.

So to explain the title, i have made a warm-weather-fuled decision.

Many of you may have heart me obsessing over...THE DRESS. For those of you who havent, I'll explain.

See, my sister is going to a bat mitzvah, and about two weeks ago we went to the mall to find her a dress. Now, since I can't be in a mall and not at least try on stuff, i grabbed a couple of things that i liked and went to try them on. Most of the dresses I didnt like, but there was this one that was AMAZING. It was really really lonnnnng and really really flowy and made me look actually skinny and all you guy readers must be drooling from boredom at this point so I'll spare y'all. Anyways, it was absolutley beautiful, and i really wanted it, but it was $70 so my mom said no. She said that it'd be there later and I didnt really need it anyways at this point. So i kinda went, "Yeah, okay," and left the dress there, even though now i've been thinking of it for weeks.

A bunch of stuff happened between then and yesterday and now, and it lead to me making this decision: I am buying the dress. I have to go to the mall today for another thing, so i'm just going to go to the store with my sister and buy it. Auuuugh i'm so excited, even though they probably won't still have it.

This just displays my whimpishness to the highest level, that i feel like it's such a big deal to buy a dress behind my mom's back. But auuugh i'm still so excited. I really hope it's there.

Yahhhhhh. So i'll try and update later to inform you of the sucess of the mission.

Friday, April 20, 2007

The Best Damn Thing

Points to whoever knows what album the title steals from.

And now, the best damn thing:

and generally, just in the first place.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

For Those Of You Without A Facebook:


Close up

Can YOU spot the odd Cheez-It?

Surprise attack!!!

Monday, April 16, 2007

Days Like This Make Me Really Fear Global Warming.

And, hey, WARMING.

Apparently the environment never got the message.

Thursday, April 12, 2007


Um, Joe, it wasnt ME who thought you liked me, remember? I never thought that. Emily is/was insane and therefore thought that. You're much too shallow to like me. No offense. And that's really more a dis to myself anyways.

In other news....i cut my haaaair! Yayyyy! (Joe, make one comment about the hair and i will kill you.)

Saturday, April 07, 2007


This says it all, really. And that part where Will smacks his head into the door? That wasnt supposed to happen. He's actually a little concussed right now. Hit in the head with a baseball, got electricuted, and ran into a door. Crazy child.

Friday, April 06, 2007


Out of my freakin' MIND.

For a change.

So let's see...i feel pathetic right now. Mostly because my entire family is off doing stuff in the other room and i'm not joining in cuz i don't feel like watching a kid's movie...but then they make me feel like shit about it. Because i'm not joining in and being a nice person and all that overrated crap.

And also, i don't think that i know what's going on in my life at all right now. Like, not even a little bit. I used to feel like there was at least some element of control in my life, but I'm realizing that i don't know what i want, or what's going happen at all. It's like someone took my hands off the steering wheel, and it freaking sucks. I thought i might be developing a crush on one of my friends, but then I have this dream that makes me totally spin off and change my mind about three times until i'm so confused that I have no idea what's going on at all. Some of my friends know what college they're going to. Some of them at least have the misconception that what they're doing is totally on the tracks and right. They have the plesantly deceptive feeling that everything that they're doing is absolutley benificial to the future, and you don't need anything pesky like a sense of humor to get throught it.

And who knows, right? Maybe I'm just totally and completley wrong, and they're right. They're on track by forcing themselves to change. Or maybe they really did change. It just makes me sad, because so much of the time I see something under the surface that's straining to come through. Or at least i think i do. And i really want to reach that, but i dont' have the guts to actually talk to the person.

I dunno. I think maybe some of my actual feelings are coming back. So that's not too fun. And it's not like a huge explosion, just a little. I don't know if anyone even reads this anymore, so who knows what's going on, right? Augh, and that was my point in the first place. I just wish that I had a place in at least one part of my life. I just seem to drift along the edges most of the time. In my family, in my group of friends. I don't think i really matter too much. And usually it's okay, not mattering. I can convince myself that it's better that way, most of the time.

But I dunno. I can't seem to do that tonight.

Thursday, April 05, 2007


What happens when I'm grounded:

Monday, April 02, 2007

I'm Ba-aaaack!

Back from New York. I've been having problems with that No Doubt thing, so i'm gonna try to just post the ones i can find:

Exuse Me Mr.(praying that this one actually works):
No Doubt - Excuse ...

Just a Girl:

No Doubt - Just A ...

On The Lookout

I dunno where the title came from. It's just cool like that, i suppose.

I've been so tired for the past few days. I really just wanna go home.

No Mp3 today, as this computer is kinda strange.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Exuse Me?

Alright, a few things:

1) JoePo, stop being sexist and give girl bands a chance. It's not even a girl band, just a girl singer and all-male instrumentals.

2) I know everyone's already been sent this by sri (been sent this? is that right?) but this is the funniest thing i've ever seen:

3) Excuse Me Mr. Very good song. **EDIT** I can't seem to make it work. Please someone find an MP3 for me??.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

A New Development

I'm going to change a little something about my posts: I'm going to have a Song of the Day. It may be in video or Mp3 form, depending. I'm going to start out with posting all the songs from No Doubt's "Tragic Kingdom" one day at a time. First is...Spiderweb!

No Doubt - Spiderw...

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


It's so cool when it's warm out. Spring is beast. I come out of hibernation and all that.

Yknow, i havent had a real post in a while. I guess i could talk about my life.

Hmm. Well, today i went to newspaper. I used the word "creeper" many, many times. For reasons unknown, of course. I had to babysit, and me and the kid and like a bunch of other kids went on the neighbor's trampoline. I was wearing a skirt though and so could not bounce, except for a couple times when all the kids started annoying me and yelling "POPCORN ME! POPCORN ME!"

Also, my new obsession:

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Sick, Maybe.

I've felt like shit for a couple of days now.

Oh, well.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Song That Says It All

Corinne Bailey Rae...


alright, so it doesnt say it ALL. I just love this song.

And now, the fact that makes me dispair for the human race: Not even Albert Einstein remembered to use birth control.

Thursday, March 22, 2007


I hate having allergies. damn soy.

It makes me feel like i'm going to die or something. I mean, i know i won't, but i can't breathe, and no one thinks that anything is wrong. In fact, they are telling me that nothing is wrong. For example, when i say "I can't breathe," they say "Don't dwell on it. You'll be fine." I'm sorry but WHAT!?!?!?


Monday, March 19, 2007

Judge Ali

Okay, so i'm sick today. And there's nothing on TV but those stupid judge shows!!!! And i'm like "damn....that woman/man is really really obnoxious. It's like in the job description. I could probably do that."


The end.

JoePoe, i can just feel the obscene comments coming on. Just. Don't. Do it.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

*Does Happy Dance*

Ice Cream+Less Mellow Joss Stone=Happy!!


So i found one of those stupid pass-it-on quizzes on facebook and decided to put it here while i wait for my vh1 to download. w00t w00t!

1. Real name: Alison (yech. when i see that name, i always break it up into three pieces, like Al Is On. Like there's this party or something and there's this fat dude plugged into the wall dancing, and two other guys walk by and say "Dude, you left your Al on. Um. Anyways....)

2. Nickname: Ali

3. Status: single. derm da derrrm.

4. Zodiac sign: leo!! *roars and does manic lion impersonation*

5. Male or female: female. again, der.

6. Hair color: naturally brown but dyed red...and then it turned orange. I quite like the color, acutally. Much better than my purple streaks.

7. Long or short → short! and after all those years as a kid being like "I want hair long enough to braid!" but then i found out that it made me look like a brunette heidi...

8. Are you health freak → God no.

9. Height → 5 foot none

10. Do you have a crush on someone →eh. i guess you could call it that. nothing major.

11. Do you like yourself → we are our own hardest critics, but i think i'm okay.

12. Piercings → ears. i wish i had a nosering though...

13. Tattoos → I wish. Not anything extreme, but i know what, exactly: something small and kinda girly on my lower back. Script, maybe? Lol it's a rebel fantasy.

14. Righty or lefty → Righty


15. First surgery → never

16. First piercing → ears

17. First best friend → Morgan!!!! *insert superginormous hug here*

18. First award → T-Ball trophy back in the Mary Land, although it was a boy's team so it was a dude on the trophy.

19. First sport you joined → T Ball. Hahahaha.

20. First pet → anastasia. Yes, i named my goldfish anastasia. I was five years old. It wasnt THAT abnormal, though. I saw the movie.

21. First vacation → *thinks superhard* ummmmmmmmmm....geez...i THINK it was to the outer banks when i was turning ten...that was my first big vacation.

22. First concert → performing or seeing? Seeing was...i'm so sorry but....the american idol one. i was literally tricked into going. performing in was elementary school playing that ginormous cello.

23. First crush → this kid named Brandon back in Maryland in first grade. We played Superheros on the playground. He was Superman and I was Wonderwoman. It was SUCH a love connection. ;P


24. Eating → sunflower seeds

25. Drinking → water. Tim will be proud.

26. I'm about to → strangle vh1

27. Listening to → Oh. It started. So, i'm listening to Beautiful Liar by Shakira and Beyonce. They don't sell it on iTunes; it's on my vh1 playlist.

28. Waiting for → myself to get tired.


29. Want kids? →Well, it depends. I don't know if i would be a good mom or trust myself with another human being's life in the first place.

30. Want to get married? → I suppose it would be nice, but i'm worried i'd get bored. Maybe if the right person came along.

40. Careers in mind? → Author. Actress. Director. Writer for anything. Fashion designer. Oh, shoot, i went straight to forty!! And thirty!! oopsies.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX: (huh?? okay are you really topic-starved right now?)

41. Lips or eyes → oh, wait. you're talking about PREFERENCES. ohhhhkaaayy....i have no idea. I guess lips, for obvious reasons.

42. Hugs or kisses → hugs if you're not going out, kisses otherwise.

43. Shorter or taller → you gotta understand, for a guy to be shorter than me, well, i'd get a little weirded out. So i'm saying same height or taller.

45. Romantic or spontaneous → Well, it depends. Does spontaneous mean pulling out a gun and shooting people in the middle of dinner? Can't you be both romantic AND spontaneous?

46. Nice stomach or nice arms → I don't really care, either way. If I HAD to choose? Stomach. But that's pretty hypocritical.

47. Sensitive or loud → Not supersensitive, but not obnoxiously loud.

48. Hook-up or relationship → Relationships. Random hook-ups annoy the crap out of me.

49. Trouble maker or hesitant → Definatley not hesitant. I am not a hesitant person. But i dont' want someone who's like "Let's rob a bank!!!"


50. Kissed a stranger → No. That'd be pretty awkward.

51. Drank bubbles → OMG, no, but one time i accidently inhaled a bubble (i'm not joking) that was supposedly chocolate flavored and it BURNED the back of my throat. WHY DO YOU MAKE IT FLAVORED IF YOU CANNOT EAT IT?!?!?!?

52. Lost glasses/contacts → I'm horrible with keeping track of my glasses.

53. Ran away from home → hahaha when i was little i would always get all pissed off and pack up my backpack and say i would run away forever. But then i'd get bored or hungry or distracted before i finished packing, and for the rest of the week i'd be like, "Where's that toy again? Oh, yeah, i packed it up."

54. Broken somone's heart →Not cognativley. Like, if i have, i don't know about it.

55. Been arrested → The closest i've been is this time that me and all my cousins were playing at the church preschool playground, and nothing there had been fun since we were about 11, so we were looking around for fun stuff. So my cousin Ryan finds this tree branch hanging off of this, well, tree (der) right near this little playhouse thingy, and we were swinging on it...when all of a sudden this cop walks up and starts yelling at us!!! THE NUNS CALLED THE COPS ON US!!!!

56. Turned someone down → nope. Been turned down, though.

57. Cried when someone died → yes, der.

58. Liked a friend → *sighs* yeaaaahhh.


59. Yourself → *pokes number 11*

60. Miracles → it'd be nice, I suppose.

61. Love at first sight → that'd be nice too, but i'm pretty sure that's just called thinking someone is hot.

62. Heaven → i suppose.


64. Kiss on the first date → if you like each other, i guess.

65. Angels → again, it'd be nice.


66. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → actually...more than one. *slinks off into corner*

67. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → That's mean.

AHA!!! IT'S FINALLY FREAKING OVER!! Why did i even do that?

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Three Minutes

My sister is being all ker-spaz about going on the computer. i have three minutes before i go back to hell, aka doing proofs. Those should SO be called poofs, and not just because i mispelled it that way. It's actually the best alternate name in the world. You're just not cool enough to see it. Doesnt it annoy you when someone writes your instead of you're? It just ANNOYS THE HELL OUT OF ME. Like "Aww your so cute!" or ""Your just so awesome we're gonna be bffs forever [which fyi is redundant. i hate it when people do that, too.], even tho i lyke kissed your bf [i.e. boyfriend, which i am also not fond of] @ summer camp. Lyke, GO TICONDERANAGACAMPINDIANNAMETHAT'SHORREDOUSLYLONGANDNOONEWILLREMEMBERYEARSFROMNOWORINTHENEXTTENSECONDSEVEN, BUNK 3234254362452435.340897519845!!!!!"

must go.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007


Hee. Just had to get that out there.

I absoloutley LOVE warm weather. Don't you? I mean, seriously, the best. thing. ever. w00000000000000000t. Yes, with that many 0's.

Don't you hate it when you come home and there are random plumbers there? Don't you hate it even more when they're ugly? Don't you hate it the most when they check you out? *throws self on dagger and perishes*

Saturday, March 10, 2007


Ah, PopTarts. How you have betrayed me.

Monday, March 05, 2007


Common tendancy of mine to get annoyed with my english homework. Today? 22 quotes that we have to identify the speaker for and describe the significance. I was going along just fine, and then this happens.


Tres remenicient of the disasterous Romeo paragraph of nigh on 1 year ago.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Sweeny Todd?

Yeah, i'm being an usher today...wheeeee...i'm seeing both casts w/ellllooooo...partay.

I think i'm addicted to america's next top model...heehee...and i'm also tres tired after babysitting. The kid took his plastic food and made me a fish-onion-cheese sandwich with root beer. Then the other kid made straberry, potatoe and garlic soup. Only he said "tatoes" instead of potatoes and stuff like cuuuuuute....

Then we watched that movie The Aristocats to make them fall asleep. And me and Emma noticed all this stuff that you NEVER notice when you're a kid. Like, why didnt the butler just kill them? Why didnt the sleeping pills make them die? If they didnt make the cats die, they would have certainly killed the mouse. And this cat has three kittens, right? Where did the dad go? Uhh ohhhh spagettios...then we were watching those stupid soap operas on the N. Conversations went like this:

Emma: I want a smoothie.

Ali: Yeah, me too. We should get Kwest to buy us some smoothies.

Emma: What kind of name is that, anyways? Aww, look, he got her a rose.

Ali: That's pretty romantic for a guy named Kwest.


Emma: Wait. Please explain this to me. Why is this girl carrying around a golfish in a bowl?

Ali: She stole it from the sushi place.

Emma: Um....why?

Ali: Because she's carrying a flask around in her pocket. Aaaaand...she's playing her guitar while driving drunk. Great.

Emma: OH MY GOD WATCH OUT FOR THE--what kind of face was that?

Ali: The I-just-ran-into-a-cement-thingy face?

Emma: Or just bad acting. *makes face*

Ali: *makes face while laughing hysterically*

....So you can see that we're not the best babysitters in the world.

Monday, February 26, 2007


I have been insulted. No, really.

Someone implied that i like tom cruise, i.e. scientology dude.

I couldn't care less about his religious beleifs. That's his buisness.


I. HATE. TOM. CRUISE. Also, while cedric diggory is nice, he is a pansy.

Hayden Christensen, however...

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Phone Call

I'm not explaining the title. I'm just not.



Waiting for my video to upload on YouTube. My cousins and siblings are in the other room watching Star Wars. Normally nothing can tear me away from my Hayden Christansen. And hey, that's a good point. Why arent i in there watching? See ya!

Thursday, February 22, 2007


Yarg. I'm trying to watch this video, but it's having trouble loading. So i'm gonna write during every little streaming thingy and stop when it starts up again. And every time it starts, i have to start a new subject. Ready? GO!

So newspaper is pissing me off. As

if this dude on this series could ever get this girl. He has some serious tooth issues. And face issues. God this is taking a long time. This show i'm watching, it's like on the computer but a TV show, and the episodes are on the computer, which is cool except for right now. YARG IT'S NOWHERE!! Okay, going back to original website now.

So it started streaming, then it stopped. Bah. But that's not a new subject.


Tuesday, February 20, 2007


I was sick, but that's old news. This just says it all, really.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

"Dictator Coat"

So i got the coolest coat ever. It's green and longish with pockets. Then i was told that it looks like a "dictator coat". ?!?!?!?

Filming today. It was cold out. I annoyed Shermy. Tried to run in snow. Fell on my face. Oh, I also got the best flavors of lip gloss ever. Vanilla Cola and Black Cherry Soda. Emma got root beer. I. Am. In. Love. With. Them.



It is currently 11:16 PM. Tired? Uh, yeah. Why don't I go to bed, you ask? Well, because my parents are still at this party thing they went to. Said they'd be back by 10:30. Uhh, no. And i'm babysitting, so the siblings get to sleep and i don't. My legs are hurting for no apparent reason. It. Sucks. A. Lot.

Hmm, subjects to talk about. Well, I havent updated Imperfection in a WHILE. I dunno, maybe i gave up. Maybe I didnt. Who knows.

February is a bad time to make movies. My shoe is still wet (yes, shoe singular. Long story). Oyoyoyoyoyoyoy.

They didnt bring their phones, either. To the party that is. So we couldnt bug them or something. It's 11:20. I am SO TIRED. They really have to come home soon, cuz this is miserable. Cuz i just really wanna SLEEP. But i don't want to call them at the neighbor's house again, cuz emma already did that....argargargargarg..."We'll be back befor 9:30.".....sure.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

SHOES, Betch! Part Deux , which is the weirdest thing i have ever seen ever. everevereverever.
Joepoe, yeah, i read it, and you are now banned from posting for a week. And no, you are not a man, you are a teenage male chauvanist macho idiot.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Emo Kid

"Dear Diary, Mood: apathetic. My life is spiraling downward. I couldnt get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks cuz they play some of my favorite songs, like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and "Rip Apart My Soul" and of course, "Stabby Rip Stab Stab." And it doesnt help that I couldnt get my hair into that flippy thing, either. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days, y'know..."




(To work the link, scroll down and press the play button next to the word, uh, play. Be warned: mildly offensive lyrics. Don't listen to it if there's a parent in the room.)

Sunday, February 11, 2007

This Is The Nose

Does my blog have no nose? Huh?? HUH?!?!?!? DOES IT!?!?!?!?!

No. It has a nose. Therefore it is not Michael Jackson.



I change the appearence when i am bored. I knew it was pretty much guarenteed to piss people off cuz then they have to change what it's called in the sidebar. Just write "Ali's Blog". How hard is that?

That sounds like i'm in a bad mood. Actually, i'm in a really good mood. I'm hyyyyyyyyyper......"THAT'S A NO-NO!!!!!!" Also awkward turtle. heeheeeheee.


Voah is gone.

Saturday, February 10, 2007


So i havent been online in a while, and i'm probably not going to be updating regularly for a WHILE. For unspecified reasons, les parents have decided to drastically limit my time. Now the 1000000000 things i usually do, i have to do in less time. So yarg.

I'll post more later if i get bored.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007



So I'm doing a theatre arts project. We have to present a poem, 12 lines or longer, and really act it out and stuff. Of course, the inevitable happens:

I'm having poem problems.

First i was like "I'll just do e. e. cummings because i'm in love with his name." And then I saw his poem.

Now it's down to three. "Greif" by Elizabeth Barret Browning (second one down), "The Grass So Little Has To Do- by Emily Dickinson (second one down again), and "The Oak" by Alfred Lord Tennyson (second one down). The e. e. cummings is there too, i think, on famous poets. I was going to do Shel Silverstein but of course that gets stolen....maybe i'll just do it anyways....

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Why I Love America

"A man dressed as Chewbacca was arrested after police said the street performer head-butted a tour guide operator in front of Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood..."

Canadians...They've had it too good for too long...

Five points if you can figure out who said the quote above. Not the Chewbacca one. The other one.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

If You Give A 9-Year-Old Doctor Who...

"I bet I could beast Tim at Doctor Who trivia."

"Um, Will, no you can't. Trust me on this. You really can't."

"Yeah I could."


"See, I'd get like two questions right, and then whenever he tries to say something, I'll throw CD's in his mouth."

"What two things would you get right?"

"His name is the doctor, and he kills stuff with his magic pen."

"That's not what it's called. Something with screwdrivers. I don't know what, but definatley not that."

"Oh. Well, one question. YEAH!! GUNS!!" Ali and Will production.

Monday, January 29, 2007

And Now For A Public Service Announcement:

Watch out for the grass. The grass bites back. Ali and Will production.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Rainbow Twizzlers: The Fruitiest Snack On Earth!

From the people who made Backyard Soccer, Backyard Baseball, and Backyard Hockey, a new installment that is much more beneficial to the normal child's future.....BACKYARD REVOLVER.

In this educational adventure, your children will learn how to play fun-filled games such as Hit and Run, How To Conceal a Weapon, Armed and Dangerous, Shoot the Bottle, and Guerrila Warfare. Young children will also learn How to Hotwire a Car and Stealing and Operating a Tazer, all for five easy payments of $12.99!!

**NOTE: This video game does not actaully exist. Shocking, I know, but people are spazzes.**

.....An Ali and Will production.

Friday, January 26, 2007

A Note To JoePoe

I'm not a nerd. I don't think, anyway. I'm not good at math. At all. Or any school related thing, actually. I kind of have my own social classification. I'm just sort of an Ali. Also: the Ramones, The Veronicas, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, The Killers, Green Day, The Bravery, Blink-182, The Who, The White Stripes, The Cure,(lots of The's here), New Order, Franz Ferdinand, The Fray, The Gorillaz, Damone, Cold War Kids, The Sundays, Hellogoodbye, Rock Kills Kid, No Doubt, OKGo, Cartel, Diffuser, The Decemberists. I have more but I'm too lazy to write them down.

Ha ha ha.

Also...who got you pregnant?


I just had the most bizzare craving for cinnimon donuts. Like, seriously, i actually tasted them. I want one so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This happened once with mint chocolate chip ice cream, i wanted it in like January...and it was snowing. And i wanted ice cream. Hahaha what's wrong with me? Omg the whirring happened again but on a smaller scale. Thank God. Because I do not need my computer, in the words of dwight schrute, "bitching out on me." And next time someonesays something to you thats supposed to be mean, just go, "Oh, snap! I've been zinged!" Cuz Jess said that. On Gilmore Girls. I love him. I think it's a tradition or something that whenever we have a day off from school, me and my siblings watch an unusual amount of music videos. Emma sings along to Beyonce or pop-ish, and I sing along to anything really incomprehensible or rap or Spanish. Then when i forget the words i just go "Song, song, song" along to the tune.

Cuz i'm cool like that.

Thursday, January 25, 2007


My computer just made the most bizzare noise. I clicked on like five things at a time, and it starts going "whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
I freaked out a little but then it stopped.


Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Reality TV

Okay, so i KNOW everyone's already bitched about it, but now it's my turn: I hate reality shows. Not all of them, but most of them, and all of them on MTV. Things like My Super-Sweet Sixteen and Made, where all these kids do is WHINE, or the Hills and Next and Laguna Beach, where everything is so scripted it's ridiculous. There was also this thing on the news where people from reality shows would talk about how fake everything is, like when they live in a house the walls are paper-thin and how relationships started there never work or how stuff is edited in so it sounds like something happened that didnt.

Like on the Real World. Mel and Danny? Anyone remember them? I do, because that's the only season i ever followed. Well, they got engaged after the season ended, but seriously, if they get married, they'll be divorced in like two seconds. Because seriously. It's not the same when you're not living in a house cut off from the rest of the world in the Keys or wherever they were living at the time.

Two reality shows that i do like: American Idol (I'M SORRY but it's freaking ADDICTING) and America's Next Top Model (because nothing is funner than watching these girls bitchfight. And plus they have these ridiculous "challenges" like walking through heels in cobblestones and crossdressing and stuff that would never happen in what they call "the fashion world (like it's a whole other planet, which let's face it it sort of is) but are pretty damn funny anyways)


This is an amazing song. Seriously. Like, if an acid trip was translated into music, this is what it would sound like. If you're impatient, fast-forward to about halfway through. That's when people start singing. (Song is Plainsong by The Cure.)

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Quadradic Formula

Algebra really puts the world in perspective.

I mean, seriously.

I thought that I had no social life. What loser sat aound figuring out that x=-b plus or minus the square root of bsquared-4ac over 2a? Or that if the discriminate is less than zero there is no real solution? Or whatever the hell that was?

I'll tell you who: nerds from like 600 B.C., back when there was no TV. My question: who even CARES?!?!?!?

Bianca just said IMHO. What does that even mean? It looks like I'm ho. Lol, like in Michigan...long story...see previous blog's int there somewhere...Oh. In my humble opinion. Well, that makes no sense at all. What, you're going to say "In my pretentiously self-important opinion" instead? I actually like that one better. Hee.

I decided to join my sister in drawing, which was a mistake. Seriously, that girl can make a pencil-y Paris Hilton look realistic AND not as slutty at the same time. Which is pretty much a miracle. So there was this picture of this girl who won America's Next Top Model in this really awkward-looking position with her arms all up over her head and stuff, but i decided to draw that cuz there were no hands involved. And after something like three hours, the body looks decent, but she's a brunette from all the mistakes that i figured "Hey, put hair over it instead of erasing it!" and has the distinct expression of someone who drank five glasses of wine for breakfast. ARG.

And now, back to right triangles.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Okay, I REALLY Mean It This Time.

And the winner is still ben stiller, since you were all too busy freaking out at me to vote. Hee. He had 16, Godzilla had 14, Count had 13. Yay.

I hate midterms.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

And the Winner Is...

BEN STILLER with 14 votes! Heehee toldya so...Godzilla is runner-up with 13 thanks to my brother and his friend. Sorry, Count.

In other news, my camera broke. I was racing my brother to get the phone (b/c we're cool like that) and i launched myself over the little island thing in the middle of the kitchen (which was where the phone was) and the camera flew and hit the wall. ARG. So no pictures until further notice.

In MORE other news, i'm taking a break from Imperfection. I have to work on my other story. It's something like 60 pages long and needs a lot of editing and general fixing up.

And Joepoe, you can only be in the Mafia if you're German and Irish. If you are, cool. If not, the Mafia has unforgiving rules. Hee. I really want to buy a pink fedora and be the Godmother...but that's another story entirely.


ARG!!! I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to! Now will you all SHUT UP PLEASE?!?!?

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Ya Know What?? Maybe YOU'RE in the Ceiling.

How i dealt with all the godzilla comments: I know they were all by shermy. I was going to count them as 1 but then i decided that i would give him enough to tie with the lowest-ranking competitor. cuz i'm just nice like that.

Count Hievosauve (pretend there's an accent): 11
Ben Stiller: 13!!!
Godzilla: 11.

w00t! Get your votes in by today, people!! Rules: No multiple voting, no voting under psudonyms. No voting for yourself, count/godzilla (i seriously doubt ben stiller will be checking out my blog). Yeah, so, that's pretty much it.

Also, GI Mafia blog has been updated. And only 11DTW (days til Wicked)

Thursday, January 18, 2007

RULES, b****!

Okay SO:

Voting ends on Sunday at 11:59 PM. Why? Because i say so.

Votes only count once. i.e., no counting one post for a trillion, no doing confusing math things that i can't understand, etc.

Count Hievosauve: 10
Godzilla: 8
Ben Stiller: 8

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Current Tally

Count Hievosauve in the lead with six votes, Ben Stiller (kim and i didnt need to write ours down. cuz we're cool like that) and Godzilla tied in 2nd with five.
Keep voting, people.
Alright, so Maeve has made Godzilla reigning co-champion. In the future, please inform me of developments on other bloggies pleeeeez it's so confusing.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Disruptive!! Hee!

"How many Converses do you HAVE, anyways?"

"Not THAT many."

**after taking the picture**

"Oh, sweet Jesus...that's a lot of canvas."

Look at that ugly rug...story behind that: my dad fell through the attic floor into my ceiling. Then he had to repaint a lot of the ceiling and my uncle dropped green paint all over my rug, which then faded into a really ugly shade of gray. You can't really see it though cuz i made it all BAM.

End of the depressed posts. A day being disruptive at the movies can cure that you know. Especially when the movie is funny not sad and you can laugh at anything at that very moment. Most of the conversation amounted to this:

Me: Why am I the only person who thinks that Ben Stiller is hot?

Emma: What?! Ew, he's OLD.

Me: If he wasn't old. Or married.

Emma jammed the coin machine thing at the dentist's office. Heehee. It was like "....RUN!!" So we did. Then Will stole my hat.

Sunday, January 14, 2007


Apparently you're not supposed to take asprin, asthma meds, allergy stuffs, and cold medicine at the same time.

It's sugar, btw. Not crack. *glares at anonymous friend.* Le brother spilled it on the floor.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

I Hate Colds.

Yes, I do.

Chapter 9 = done. It's just in a notebook and i really do not want to transcribe it right now, as i am sick and bored. And...yes...teeth hurt...orthadontist is a sadist...i hope he caught my cold...going to go read now...byeee...

Thursday, January 11, 2007


Why do I even bother?

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Imperfection, Chapter 8

"So you do crap like this every day?" Dan asked four days later.

"Except for Fridays and weekends, yes." I looked over at him and looked back quickly. It was all i could do not to laugh at the too-tall guy standing behind the counter and wearing a pink apron. He had looked a little uncertain when i brought that out, but then he found a way to play up that whole "real men wear pink" thing. So it was all good.

Ding. I walked back to the oven and he followed uncertainly.

"Can I help?" he asked me as I took a sheet of bell-shaped cookies out of the oven.

"Nah, you don't have to," I said, scraping the cookies off of the baking sheet and onto a cooling rack. "I'll just leave them here for my sisters to decorate."

"I COULD do that, you know," he said as i walked over to the radio.

"I'm not supposed to let you," I confessed, pressing the on button and scrolling through the stations.

"What? Why?"

"Because you burned yourself making a Poptart this morning."

"Oh. Right."

A rap song blared out of the speakers, and i winced a little.

Dan smiled. "What? Not enjoying the musical styling of...whoever this is?"

"I don't have anything against rap," I said, "but seriously. You'd think that this dude could be at least a little more subtle. The entire song basically amounts to 'Let me take your clothes off'."

"Isn't that true of every song?" he asked.

"Well, yeah, but it's like 'God, use a metaphor or something', you know?"

"I don't get metaphors. You're saying the same thing in the end. Saying it differently shouldn't change it any."

I was about to snap back, and who knows, it could have turned into a full-fleged debate if Emmalee hadn't walked downstairs at that moment in all her big-haired, scantily-clad glory. So of course, Dan was immediatley fixated on her (even though he's nice, he's still, you know, a guy and everything).

"Hey, Emmalee, I have some cookies in the back that you need to--"

"Let Erin do it," she cut me off and kept walking.

"Where are you going?"


I rolled my eyes. "No, duh. I meant where are you...." But by that time, she had already breezed right by me and out into the street.

I groaned and halfway kicked the wall. "Great."

"So...that's your sister, huh?" he said, staring at the patch of hairspray where her head had been a minute ago.

"Unfortunatley, yes."

"Wait! Emmalee! Wait for me!" Erin came running down the stairs, dressed in the exact same thing (a tank top, sunglasses, short shorts, and flip-flops), only her shirt and flip-flops were green. Emmalee's were white. She stopped short at the counter.

"Who'er you?" she asked a very confused Dan, who didnt say anything.

"Hey, I have some cookies that i need you to put stuff on."

"Oh. 'Kay," she said distractedly and pushed through the little door thing to get into the kitchen. Dan jumped back from her like she was a ghost.

"Who...i mean, what--"

Emmalee burst through the front door. "Where is she?" she asked me. I pointed over my shoulder, trying not to laugh at the look on Dan's face.

"Erin, WHAT are you doing?"

"Frosting cookies."


I laughed under my breath.

"Because they don't have any icing on them yet!"

"Okay, no. We have to..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, and five minutes later, they were gone.

"Can you please tell me what just happened?" Dan asked, with the same adorably confused look on his face. Wow. Did I just think that?

"They're twins. And yes, they are always like that."

"Wow. Poor you."

"Nah, they're in college. Harvard. Pretty had to beleive, I know. And then all of a sudden they just...came back." I rested my head in my hands, not because I was being tragic, but because I was laughing so hard. "Oh, God. You should have seen your face. What did you think, that they had started multiplying?"

"Well, kind of. That would be pretty scary."

"You have NO idea." I lifted my head up...and saw the clock. "Oh, crap. Can you manage for like fifteen minutes? I have to go somewhere."


I went back to the fridge and took out two little white containers. "Mom? I'll be right back, okay?" I called into the depths of the kitchen.

"Alright," her disembodied voice responded.

I walked out the door, soaking up the sun. I really needed to get out more. I took my time walking the fifteen-ish feet to Melissa's mom's store.

"Lunch break?" Theresa asked me as i bypassed five hurried brides-to-be, a couple of bored-looking future husbands, and many dismayed bridesmaids.

"Yup," I said, pressing the buzzer outside the door. No response. Of course. I just went up anyways, though.

The hallway leading to the living room was totally full of fabric. I picked my way around all the clutter, and there they were, sewing obsessivley.

"Hey guys," I called, turning on the light over the kitchen table. "Ben made something that looks like spagetti, but i'm not quite sure cuz it has these little aregano things in in and something that looks like onions, maybe? I tried it, though, and it was really good." I put one of the styrafoam boxes into the microwave and turned around. They were still zoned out. Shock. I walked over to the bookshelf, picked up the dictionary, walked over to them, and dropped it."

Melissa screeched. Lilly just looked up. "Scare the hell out of me, why don't you," Melissa said, shutting off the sewing machine. "Did you say spagetti?"

As we ate (actually, Melissa more just picked at it and talked while i ate off her plate) I debated telling her about Dan working there. If I told her it would be a Thing. There was no reason to say anything. But then if I didnt say something and she saw him there, it would be a Big Thing, because she'd think I was hiding it and then draw conclusions that were all kinds of wrong.

"So, what's new with you?"

I took a deep breath. You have to tell her. "Well, actually, someone new is working at the store."

"Ooh, really? I'm assuming it's not your sisters, right?"

I laughed nervously. "Hah, no. It's actually that guy, Dan."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, really?"

Great. "Yeah, he just saw the...sign that we put up."

"What sign?" she frowned. "I didnt see a sign."

"It was only up for like a second, but it was there," I lied.

"Huh." She paused the motion of her fork -pick, pick, pick- for a second, looked up to the ceiling to process it. What I had said, I mean, not the ceiling. And then she said, "Cool," and actually managed to eat a full bite of her spagetti.

Well, that's it, I guess. And call me crazy, but I was almost...disappointed? No, that couldn't be it. And if it was, I had to channel it into a different emotion. I decided on annoyance.

"God, Melissa. EAT." I pushed the plate all the way over to her and she squirmed a little. "I have to go make sure Dan didnt blow the place up."

"Bye," Lilly said. Melissa rolled her eyes. She (Melissa) still wasn't talking to her (and by extention, neither was I), but the stupid manners that my parents have drilled into me kicked in and I smiled in her general direction as i walked down the stairs.

As I closed the door into the store behind me, i could hear bickering. The words 'just a guy' came up, but I didnt feel like listening. Then I'd be responsible for comforting her, and call me a bad person but i didnt really want to deal with that right then. I kind of had bigger problems at that very moment.

Like the fact that the smoke alarms were going off in the store.

I mean, they were always doing that for no reason. But you didnt turn them of by swatting them with a broom. That didnt even reach it.

I laughed and headed back. This was going to be more interesting. If nothing else.

A Rose...'re sad, I suppose.
That flower is fake. It's made of glass. I got it in New York. I just stuck it in the grass because the idea seemed funny at the time. You can really tell that it isn't real if you look at it full view. The title is from my current favorite song, Furious Rose.
Anyways, I don't have much to say right now. Chapter 7 of Imperfection is below.
Messing around with some layout dealios. Tell me what you think.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Imperfection, Chapter 7

Thanks to Tim for help with car names, as i know nothing about them at all.


I rested my head gingerly on the counter.

I hate them.

What time is it?


Early June to the middle of July. The busiest time all year. Already, there were couples roaming the street. How did they get here so early? HOW???

The little bell over the door rang, and I snapped up, expecting a frantic Couple. Instead, I got a very work-ethic-looking woman with a blonde ponytail and a suit jacket. In 85 degree weather? She was sporting a Palm Pilot, stylus poised. She was even wearing lip liner.

This was not going to end well.

"Hello," she said in a short, clipped, slightly frantic voice. "I'm Elizabeth."

"Huh." Something in her face told me that this wasnt the right answer. Oh, wait. "I mean...hi. Welcome to--"

"I'm here to ask about a wedding cake?" she inturrupted. "I was planning on having the caterers make it, but they said that they didnt do that. Then they reccomended me to here. That's very odd, you know. They don't do that in New York."

"You live in New York and you came here for your wedding?" I asked. I know, i'm an idiot, but it really didnt process at the time.

"Lived. Lived in New York," she corrected herself, sounding even more hurried/semihysterical. "I'm having a little trouble adapting to the past tense, now that we've"

"Alright. So you say that you want cake?"

She must have read my expression, because she immediatley said, "I DO have a husband. His name is Paul. He's just not here. Because he had to close a deal. A deal with a major company. An important deal with an important company."

"That's...nice," I said, wondering why she was sharing this with a random adolesent that she had met two minutes ago.

"More important," she grabbed a handful of napkins on a nearby table and started crumpling them into little balls, "than his FIANCE. More important than the fact that we're getting MARRIED and everyone is coming and we need a CAKE."

"That's...that's too bad." I had no clue what to do, because she seemed on the brink of tears. Or hyperventilating. "Would you like to...sit down for a minute?"

She smiled shakily. "That would be good. But--" she checked her Palm Pilot again "--not for very long. I have an appointment."


"And then he tells me that he can't make it to the dinner, that he has THINGS TO DO," Elizabeth called from across the store two hours later.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled. I had figured out that this was all that was needed from me. Some people might consider it a handicap, to have a weepy 25-year-old woman pouring her problems all over you, but i had gotten used to it. I could write down the demands of various Couples, text messege Melissa, ring people up, remind myself that tomorrow was Friday and i wouldnt have to work for three days, and say "Uh-huh" at the same time.

Ring. Ring.

It was the phone upstairs. My parents were baking. My sisters were out again.

I told Elizabeth to entertain any customers that came (hey, if she was just going to sit there, she might as well be useful) and ran up the stairs, trying to beat the machine.

"Hi, you've reached the Stewart family phone," Erin's perfect flight-attendant/secretary voice rang out from the base of the phone. "If you're looking for the Stewart Bakery, press one to be redirected to our buisness line. If not, leave a messege after the beep." Beeeeeeeeep.

"Uh, hey." Who was that? They sounded familiar. "This is, uh, Dan..."

I gasped a little, which i found pretty stupid and movie-ish, but i didnt think he was going to call me back.

"...I'm calling for Catie...I'm assuming this is your phone number, cuz, you know, that's what it said on the box....I mean...wait. I meant that that's what it said on the caller ID. Um, if this isn't Catie, sorry, but I just wanted to ask you..."

I was being such a GIRL, because I swear to God, i thought that he was going to ask...well, something other than he did.

"...if you have any, um, job openings at your store? Cuz I kind of need some money, and, well, it seemed like a good place to start. Uh, yeah, so, call me back when you get this. Oh! And--"

Beeeeeep. The machine cut him off, and I felt like lunging at the phone and doing that star-69 thing (our phone is ancient and has no caller ID) to call him back and figure out what he was about to say. He was probably just trying to leave his number. Duh.

...oh, crap. Elizabeth.

I walked back downstairs, expecting to find wreckage. Instead, I found a small miracle. She was talking to another woman who had walked in, also sans husband but wearing an engagement ring. The similarities sort of ended there, as the non-Elizabeth fiance was very hippy-chick-looking, but they seemed to be having a very heartfelt conversation.

"I mean, like a concert is more important that a wedding," she was saying angrily.

"A buisness meeting isn't more important either!"

"A stupid concert. What is it, The Rolling Stone's 50th last show?"

"And it's a stupid buisness meeting, too. Who cares about the future of the chip industry?"

"There's a chip industry?"

"Uh," I inturrupted cleverly, "can I help you?"

The hippy-chick turned to me. "Oh, I just wanted to get a cake or something." Then she continued bitching like that's why she was here.

I finally got the specifics for both of their cakes (Hippy Chick seemed disappointed that we didnt have organic apple frosting, but life is full of disappointments, and anyways it's not like we weren't already putting granola and rasins on it) and they went out to have lunch or something.

And then there was a lull. It's not like I jumped all over the phone to call Dan or anything. Except for that i did, but hey, who cares about the details?

"He's not home," his mom said after an excrutiating greeting, "but i can give you his cell phone number. If it is for a job."

"Oh, definatley," I said, trying to sound older. "He just contacted us this morning, and we are desperatley in need of some help." Hah! Take that, Erin!

"Well, okay." She gave me his number and we hung up.

As I dialed, a car pulled up in front of the store. A really nice, expensive-looking car, too (don't ask me which kind. I'm hopeless at that kind of thing). I craned my neck to see who was getting out. That girl looked kinda...

Oh my God. It was Emmalee. And there was Erin, right on her side, both wearing big bug-eye sunglasses, two guys in the front seats. As they got out, the car drove away way faster than the 25 MPH speed limit.


I directed my attention away from the window. "Hey. This is Catie."

"Oh, hey!" Well, he sounded friendlier than before. "Did you get my message?"

"Yeah, but you got cut off at the end."

"Oh, that was my cell number. So how did you..." He trailed off.


"You didn't call my house did you?"


He sighed a little. "Did my mom say anything to you?"

"Um, she...gave me your number?" The twins strode into the store and made their way towards the door. "Hey, where have you guys been?"

"None of your buisness," Erin retorted.


"No, not you, my...ugh...sisters..." I looked up after them. "I told your mom about the job and that okay?"

"Actually, yeah, that's better. Anytime a girl calls me it's always a big thing."

"Oh. Well, I have to check with my parents, but they'll probably be thrilled." Not as thrilled as me, I almost said, but realized just in time that that could be very, very misinterperated.


"Alright, so...bye. I'll call you and tell you when you can start."


I hung up and frowned. Not at Dan, but at the memory of my sisters getting out of that car and the fact that I hadn't heard them boasting any new, rich boyfriends latley.

"Porche?" I said out loud, just as Erin was walking down into the store.


"Oh, nothing, it's just..." It made more sense to go for Erin than Emmalee. "It's just that that car you guys were getting out of looked like a Porche, maybe?"

"BMW," she said casually. I realized she was pulling on a pink apron. Huh. "Porche doesn't fit four."

"Oh," I said, wondering where this sudden knowlege of cars and, well, anything, had come from. "Well, that's...fancy. You guys have new boyfriends or something?"

"Actually--" She stopped short and looked up at me suddenly. There was this look of "oh, crap" in her eyes, and she glared at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Who appointed you my mother?"

Appointed? That was three whole syllables. This had to be something big, that not even Erin would give it away.

For the rest of the day, I left the subject alone. It was easier to work without having to bicker.

But for the rest of the day, I kept seeing silver BMWs speeding down for the road.


Guess what's yummy? Caffine.

Guess what's yummier? Superman.


%0 <-----high smiley

XP <-----dead smiley

@=) <-----Donald Trump smiley (ya fired!!)

=)-B--D--< <-----smiley wearing a bikini (i can't fully take credit for this one. It was luke's idea. Although he didnt say it was wearing a bikini.)

I=( <-------smiley w/a unibrow

8=) <-----mickey mouse smiley

@@@@@@=) <-----marie antionette smiley.

Now that i'm sure i've thoroughly annoyed quite a few people, au revoir!!!


Le francais for edit.

Awesome warm day. I wore a short skirt (with shorts under it lol cuz i was climbing things) without leggings or tights for the first time in like forever. Also a tank top, but then i got yelled at and had to change.

Wind It Up is a funny song. Yodeling!!!! Gwen Stefani is so random. "I know he thinks you're fun and stuff, but does he know how to wind you up?" And then she says "Heeeeeellll yeeeaaaaahh" just like Stu. If stu was a girl. And plus i got some stupid rap by Jay-Z. It's on his latest coming-out-of-retirement album. How many of those have there been so far? Three? Four? WOW he's been credited on something like 36 albums counting singles. Jeez. No wonder he keeps trying to retire. Anyways, all they say on that song is like "Show me watcha got little mama, show me whatcha got, SHORTAAAY!"

Dinner calls. Byeaz

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Distracted Post

Guess what?


I dunno what, just stuffs.

some annoying guidence councelor lady came to world cultures today. she was loud and obnoxious. hey wouldnt it be funny, like you know how you shorten world literature to world lit, if world cultures was world cult?? teehee...not really.

then yeah it'd be like yeah.

i'm so distracccted

tsk shermy and his procrastination skills. not as good as MY skills.

Procrastination and otherwise.


Me and Will have been messing around on the compy bcuz we have been BANNED from watching the office cuz apparently it's a distraction. whatEVER.

I slapped somebody with three trout today!!

Is that the trout of plural? I mean wait...plural of trout(s)?

Uncle Sas is awesome.

Ok just so you don't get all confuse(d er than you are), my brother is making sasquatch references, specifically from this site. He's skeptical of my link-making skills.


The following typed by will with his nose. Well, gtg. Dinner calls.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Bad Puns

The worst pun i have ever heard:

"An ant walks into a bar. There's a bunch of dead ants in there. He says "It's hot in here!" Then he dies. Where was the bar?"


"Where was the bar?"

"Um...being wacked over his head?"

"No, under a magnifying glass!!!"

"... that wasn't funny."

"It's a pun. It's not supposed to be funny."


...only 31 days until i get to see Wicked.