Just Once?

So today was interesting. Went to the Ren Faire and Harvest Festival with Alex and then bought my deer tag and went to the church musical practice. While at this practice, a friend's sister texted me and told me some guy was looking for me. I had no idea who it was, but I pretty curious because hey, a guy was looking for me? This was literally a once in a lifetime occurence. But alas. Later I found out that the guy was some guy that my friend and I had washed dishes with once, and he had gotten our names confused. He of course had become immediatley enamoured with her. So he was really looking for her, while using my name. Well, so much for that excitment. Back into my dark shell. I hate emotions. Eff. This post is so whiny.

The Young and the Restless

I'm in one of those strange moods tonight where I really want to do something but I can't figure out what. I have this horrible restless feeling, like my time is just wasting away and there's nothing I can do about it. I played the piano for a bit, and that was fun. But fun isn't useful. I want to be useful. I want to create something that matters. Even though I have a million things I could do, it seems like none of them will make this feeling go away. I think that this feeling is escalated by the knowledge that many people are currently at the homecoming dance. I don't want to go to it, yet somehow I feel as if I'm lacking something because I'm not there. -.- Eh. Life. It's a booger.

In response to a threat.

Let me think. What can I write about in this forced blog entry? How about a report on my life? Okay. Here we go, delving deep into the recesses of my amazing and eventful existence.

(unrelated picture FTW.)

1. My love life. In an unfortuate turn of events, I seem to have lost all interest in the male gender, and in romance at all. It would be nice and all, but at the current time I could care less. I've actually quit liking the guy I have been crushing on for about 3 years. 'Bout time. Okay, so what's a 17 year old to do now? Probably just do school work, write lots of fanfiction, and make many AMVs.







2. School. Its lovely. Not really. Its far too busy and I dont get to see A CERTAIN FRIEND as much as I would like to. This irritates me greatly. And my statistics class sucks. Sucks a lot. Every day seems freaking hectic and I hate it.



3. Social life. It's going pretty good. I love my friends. So much. Theres so much love circulating around that I might pass out for a bit. Okay, I'm good now.




4. What else can I say? I'll end with a quote from Tarzan, which I watched today.




"I was saved! I was saved by a flying wild man in a loincloth!"

An eye for an eye...

Wouldn't it be so much better if everyone in the world was blind? I mean this literally, not metaphorically. The second one may as well already be true. Anyway. I'm serious about this. How many times a day are people judged on their appearance? How many wonderful people would we meet if we never noticed their bad skin, their missing limbs or their ragged clothing? How many lonely people would find love if that initial attraction was based on personality alone? It makes me sad sometimes to realize I am a huge hypocrite. I can't help being attracted to...well...attractive people. I don't think it's something I can control. So if the whole world went blind, I'm pretty sure it would make a lot of things better. After it made everything worse and wiped out half the population.

On a happier afterthought, go on YouTube and search "Swedish Chef Shrimp" its a muppets video. For some reason it makes me laugh incredibly hard. You might think I'm weird, but you should still try it. And the picture with this post? Totally applies. No one but me gets it though.

Really? I mean, REALLY?

So I was watching this anime yesterday, and in it there was a girl that liked a guy. She devised an elaborate plan to get him to like her, even writing it out and naming it. I was thoroughly entertained by this, until i realized that about a year ago I did the exact same thing.

*moment of silence*

I was disappointed in myself, but at the same time I found it quite hilarious. I went back to my journal and read the plan. It was a good plan, but pretty much NONE of it played out the way I wanted it to. It was way too dependent on little steps and so when the first failed they all did.

Needless to say, the anime girl's plan failed as well.

When I look back on it, I have used the exact strategies that anime characters use to woo their love interest. But making them food and trying to impress them never works. In fact, If I follow the anime story-line, there are 2 ways it could go.

a. Some guy is actually in love with me, but i haven't noticed him in that way because i am too infatuated with my crush

b. I'm the obnoxious minor character trying to steal away the boy from the main character of the show

I'm fairly sure I'm the second one, or perhaps I have made a category of my own.

c. desperate high school senior pathetically vying for what she knows she can't have.

That's the one.

The Internet, Personified.

Name: Yo' Mama. (He wouldn't give his real name, apparently for safety purposes.)

Gender: Male

Age: 26.

Race: No one knows, and they're afraid to be called racist if they ask.

Political Views: Flaming Liberal (Obama 2012, he'll stop global warming and save our awful economy because he did such a good job this term)

Occupation: Student in college. He moved out of his mom's basement this last year, and so now he knows everything to be known, of course.

Physical Appearance: 20-30 lbs overweight, tousled(Sometimes greasy) brown hair, acne scars from youthful days, and a moderately tanned complexion.

Hobbies: Objectifying women, watching sports, getting into spirited debates, and laughing at those less fortunate than him.

Sexual orientation-Bisexual, it seems, based on his obvious dislike of women until they are mostly naked and his support of homosexual men until they are attracted to him.

Eating Habits- Vegan to those he meets, Vegetarian when surrounded by friends and colleagues, carnivore when at a fast food restaurant.

Music Preferences- Unclear, but for some reason HATES nickelback and would kill Justin Bieber and Rebecca Black if given the chance.

Its almost over....

I'm almost a senior. Sort of. You're considered a senior right after you finish junior year, right? Well, I don't want to be a senior. I want to rewind about....16 or so years and just go through everything again. Except ages 13-15. We can skip those. I just don't want to leave everything I know behind. I'm worried I won't be able to make friends, or get a boyfriend, or get a job, or finish college, or pay my bills! I'm going to be so confused on my own. And lonely. That will be the worst part of it all. So yes. Either rewind, or fast forward into a time where I am happy and stable. Also skinny. Yes. I keep hoping that's in my future somewhere. I think I'm going to try a diet this summer where I eat nothing from a package, just vegetables, fruit, and meat. Bread only if I grind up the wheat and make it out of scratch, and bake it outside on a stone in the fire. I will cook the meat on a stick over the flames. Beverages? Ditch water boiled to de-contaminate. Milk, straight from the goat, unpasturized. I will live outside and force myself to travel at least 6 miles a day and build my own shelter. It will be like survivor: Backyard edition. And I will make a friend do it with me. But we can still go inside to the bathroom. No need to be extreme. This post has traveled a bit from its original theme. Thats okay. Im serious about the survivor thing though.

Life's Mysteries

I tried to take a nap today, and I can no longer tell if I fell asleep or if I just laid there pretending. The parallel that it has to how I feel about life is quite depressing. Am I really doing anything that matters, or am I wasting away my days pretending? Some days I just don't know.

Why I should never be a movie critic

The first movie I ever cried during? The Titanic. I'd always teased my mom about pathetically dabbing at her tears during any movie with sad violin music, a romance plot, or anything remotely emotional, but as my thirteen year old self watched as Jack and Rose promised "I'll never let go!" something inside me broke, and I've never been the same. It seems that as time goes on, I've started tearing up more and more often, and it seems i have found a pattern. Heres a few examples in order:

The Green Mile

Saving Private Ryan

Forrest Gump

Toy Story Three

It seems that I cannot watch any Movie that Tom Hanks is in any way involved with without sobbing like a baby. What is it about that man that gets me so emotional? I'm just kidding, its just because those are THE BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME. It also helps that Tom Hanks is an amazing actor.

Other movies that my tears have recenty been introduced to are:

Hachi: A Dog's Tail-Seriously. Crying Uncontrollably. Its rated G.

The Pianist- Its a holocaust movie. It is guaranteed I will cry.

Inception- Yes, I'm pathetic. BUT THAT ONE SCENE WAS SO EMOTIONAL

I Am Sam-T.T

Seven Pounds- Definitely a tear jerker.

In conclusion, I have deduced that I deem a movie "Great" If within the duration of the film I am reduced to a sobbing, quivering, blubbering mass of flavorless jello.

An Unwelcome Surprise.

Ah, the most awkward times in life...Your first crush, puberty, speaking in front of a class....AND HAVING A GIGANTOR HOLE IN YOUR PANTS THAT NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT. Yes, its trivial. Yes, its stupid. Yes, I made the hole sound bigger than it actually was. Here's the "hole" story. Haha, get it? Yes. You do.

I was in choir after lunch, when I happened to put my hand in my back pocket. I gracefully missed, and instead found a small-but kind of large hole right next to my pocket, just under where my shirt covered the top of my pants. Oh, the hole. That little monster. It just happens to show up right on the butt, not on the leg like on a normal pair of pants. Perfect. I briefly wondered how many people had seen it, and if they now thought i was a holey-pants slut..."She knows it's there...she just wants attention." I dismissed the dismal idea, realizing that I was sitting most of the day anyway.

Then I remembered the lunchtime track laps a friend and I had recently begun. I recalled with horror the stretches we had done before and after to warm, and how it must have been excessively obvious to my poor parter. I then pondered on how he must have been forced to try to avoid noticing the fact that my panties conveniently happened to match my shirt as I ran directly in front of him. I mean, he's in no way a pervert...but human nature is...(oh, wow thats embarrassing. Should i tell them? No, i should just ignore it and look away. Oh, oops. Im looking again. CANT LOOK AWAY. ಠ_ಠ) You know how it goes.