Saturday, May 1, 2010

Children of the revolution.

this is Kayla.
I stole Ivy's blog for the night :)
Originally it was just to make her blog cute.
because mine is awfully cute as of 20 minutes ago.
But its hard to find pictures of cute Mexican things.
Google is fickle with that kind of thing.

I'm Kayla -waves-
Nice to formally meet you.
Hopefully i get to ACTUALLY meet you soon.
Not just waving frantically from another car.

Hello Ivy's other readers...
Isn't she fabulous?

Ok, i'm ganna go away now.

Ivy's cool header?
I made that :)

Friday, April 23, 2010

I'm on the computer.

At my house. hey guys.
parents. geeettt off.

I'm on a computer.
A real computer.
At my house.
I'm gonna party tonight!

exciting yo.

I'm on the phone too.
this was quite the fascinating blog post.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

I'm here to tell you that I'm sorry I was sorry.

But i'm happy that youre happy.

illuminate the "no's" on their vacancy signs.

That song makes my chest hurt a bit.

just saying.
according to the typing test I just took, i type at 36 wpm.

lies, I'm way faster.


I was just reading Kayla's 2009 posts.
it's 9:04, gotta get ready to leave this class.

but I've got 6 minutes, and I'm going to use them.

I feel weird right now,

and like, happy.
but there's a knot in my stomach,
and i'd like to know it's orgin.

hello. how are you?

watch all our heroes sell a car on tv.

cuantos blogs puedo escribir en la clase?
no se.
estoy escribiendo en espanol,
si no sabes.

mi boca duele.
es mal. D:

me encanta esta cancion!
all I ever wanted to do was to fall in love
just to be in love.
I just lost it,
and I can't believe it.

es triste. y encantador.

mi pelo,
esta un lio.


jacob decio: that's a lot of spanish.

yo se.

no puedes entender.
^ me gusta la cosa.

pero no quiero una persona que puede hablar espanol leer esta blog,
porque no se si que esta cierto.

it was the way that he smiled and said, "you won't feel a thing."

when the lights all went out, we watched our lives on the screen.

it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing.

the palace at 4 am.

I did my work today. and I finshed.
I now have pleeenttttty of blogging time.
so now I hate talking,
this lisp.

Jacob is next to me googleing strange relgions and reading about them.

I sort of gave up on Jesus, he's never done anything for me.

I'mma creepy stalker who looks out of her window into the neighbor's window.
A neighbor with whom I'm currently not speaking.

I'm listening to A.C. Newman.

I'm also about to publisih this and start another.

this is what they told us before pulling the trigger.

I think I want some banana bread.
totally random header by the way.
I'm gonna work now.

guhsdfgshdgfreaking lisp.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


I'm on my iPod. Hello.
You should know,
I'm replaying today in my mind,
and it's not even real.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Dear Kayla,
I've been reading Oscar's blog for this whole period.
And I'm like,
engulfed in how he feels.
Because his bitching facinates me.
and i wanted to know what omgguesswhathi is.

play that song for me

3oh!3 is sexy.

and even if you don't dance

don't dance.

she knows not to be just another wife in waiting, so she's just a widow that I'm dating.

all it would be is a broken bracelet.

yesterday was funn.
we were being weirdos.
something I love doing, quite honestly.
because what do you enjoy more then yelling at the track team to take their shirts off?
um, nothing.

so maybe this time, you'll get off my blog.
yeah, please do get off.
Because how many rude posts will it take?

Dear Kayla,
I was talking to Raul when I read that lumberjack thing, and I was like, tell me how to say this. and he was like... i dunno.
I also wanted to tell you that it will all be over the second Matt decides to read your blog.

Dear Jacob,
You're reading over my shoulder. Wanna do my work today?

Dear Cheezits,
I wish you weren't so delicious. Seriously.

Dear Parents,
I hope you never ever ever read this.

I miss blogging,
because my parents took you away from me.

blahh blaah blaaaaahhhhh.

they could go and be like danny's parents and call the entire freaking world.

way to have no pride in your son.
or... care about him.

I haven't talked to him since last thursday.
I'm waiting for him to come and say something.

guess what today is.
guess what happened two weeks ago.
not telling.

oh oh oh. Colby has my jacket.

with my chapstick and gum.
certainly makes los besos quite difficult.

Maybe I should do my work.
I don't have headphones today.
That bloows.
Oh and after school will suck.
I forgot skate pants.
Oh my genitals.

i dunno.

I was listening to 3oh!3 yesterday.
they're really cool.
and they make me happy.

they're what I listen to when I need to get, like puumped.

tongue in cheek till the hole burns out of her mouth. and
fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts
and we know that the picture in her heart shaped locket is far
from an inanimate object.
she's as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin,
still afraid of the boogey man under her bed
and we know that the ashes in the urn was a person,
and we never should have burned him.

break it down to a fraction,
I'm doing decimal subtraction
to find a reaction.

Friday, April 16, 2010

second post in one day.

I like radiohead.
aannnd I want more people to read my blog.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I apologize for you not liking my flaws, I thought they suited me quite well.

first off,
get off my page. right now.
close the window.

no you, they know who they are.

get off.

I hope you are.

I'm sick of where I am.
I'm also sick of being run.

If I could leave, and not come back, I would.
there's a lot say, except I know the people I told to leave haven't left yet.
I wish you all would.

Monday, April 12, 2010

castle makes me want to be a cop

so true.
so so true.
dear kayla,
did you get my coke thingy?
it's my hope and dream that you turn it into a bracelet.

I have to do dr. K's homework.
I'm eating fish sticks. mmm.

I'm a fatty fat fat fat face.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

beautiful things said

pretty early in the morning,
or late at night.
these things that aren't really forgettable,
and make my stomach twist into lovely knots to think about.

I just lost the game.
you're welcome.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

being around you makes me not trust anyone.

so today, I fell like crazy.
that wasn't before I was like, thisclose to landing my axel. that's right. thisclose.

I just didn't land. I rotated, and my right foot came down. stuupid right foot.

so kayla,
thinking of you makes me lose the game.
but also, on your blog, I understood who you were talking about first paragraph.

and I will continue.
because really? try hypocrisy.
it's what you do. and when you're a jerk,
I wonder if it makes you happy, or if it makes you feel like you fit in.
or maybe you're so bohemian you're going for that i-don't-care-what-you-think attitude,
except now it's just irritating.

I'm basketball gaming tonight.
I want to swim.
I want to swim.
I also want to go see Blue October tomorrow, and OK Go on may 5, and dr. dog on may 14.

I watched the Green Mile last night. and that was sad.
and oddly good.
like, i want to watch it again.
and again.
and it's weird, because it's haunting.
But I want to fully understand it because it's interesting.

I was watching flash forward,
now I'm watching Modern Family.

I would say I feel fat, when in fact I feel skinny.
in a baad way.

oh and last night was fun.


Friday, April 9, 2010

I'm with bridget!

and I'm on her computer, I just thought I should blog.
because blogging was cool.

did I tell you guys about my brownie cupcakes?!
they're f'amazing!

they're brownie batter,
baked in cupcake cups.

we're just doing girl stuff,
watching america's next top model,
we're gonna watch titanic next.

do you know what happened to me?!

I was sleeping,
and bridget called me,
and we talked.

oh my gosh.
it's a good thing she's cool.

that could get me into trouble someday.

well, ok.

repeat after me: I am completely helpless.

It's like, I don't want to hate them,
But I do.

It's a bad habit.

I'm crypic, I should stop.
I'm fat too.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


should save the date,
april 6.
not today,

oh wow, I'm all cool and cryptic.

whoa, AAR is cool.
they're amazing.
I wanna go to one of their concerts and mosh.

actually no,
I'd like die in a mosh pit.

oh haha. he goes and kisses random women in the audience.
speaking of which,
anyone who reads this,
which is like no one.
but if you do,
and want to lend me your kanye cd I'd be happy :).

I'm watching Big Bang Theory.
I'm a bum who has to catch up on my television.
I need to watch a lot to catch up,
I'm about to do some crunches and stuff yo.

I'm blogging, so I can't.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

it's not easy living like this.

that's chilling.

I've got chills.

It's not comfortable.
like drinking coffee,
I've got artificial feelings.
they churn my stomach and numb my brain.

what is this?

a blog is clearly the place to sort out my mind.

writing doesn't relax me, oddly.

walking around the city after dark
need protection.

3 separate cars honk at me when I walk home.
not so much for self esteem.

hide in my clothes,
crawl through my kitchen sink.


I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied.
Twitching and salivating like myxomatosis.


i don't like clingy people.

true story.

turn my feelings off

make me untouchable.

I got home, and it was warmer.
I didn't recognize my street,
I forgot the smell of my house.

I forgot how I felt too.

And this is weird, my mind is swarming.

I have so much to say.
Interesting things that happened to me.
But it's human instinct to whine, and that's what I feel drawn to do.

And now I'm just like gosh, Hop off.

I'm in my room and my luggage isn't here,
That's my summer clothes, right there. But no, not like I needed them.

Dear Kayla,
I like reading letters you write to me on your blog.

Dear Dad,
It would make me feel more comfortable if you didn't read this.

And Mom,
The same goes for you.

"I like seeing what my daughter is up to."

Well, you could ask.

Instead you claim that the laundry lady takes the money.

That's not annoying.

I'm supposed to be doing an SAT packet right now.

I honestly can't get through. I've got a lot in my mind right now. Not on, but in.

And I go to empty it out, but it doesn't come.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

&you don't even know it yet.

have you noticed that i always give my blogs amazing titles?
I actually really like them.
they typically make sense to me, but no one else.

anyway, i'm really cool.
so are the people I walked home with today.
people I'm in fact, not that close with.

it was cool.

we were those scary white kids who shout at the private schoolers.

I had a pretty good day.
it sucks to be leaving.
I mean, it SUCKS to be leaving.

I probably have to go.
I'll be getting weird looks from my parents.
I feel cute.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

hey pop!

he reads this. did you know that?
i need:

literally, i need them.
because I'm leaving tomorrow and I kind of won't be able to get them.

literally, i NEED them.

I will miss blogging, but in the mean time I'll write down my thoughts and share them when I get back.

and you know the problem with putting clothes in with family laundry?

it never comes out.

hang me up to dry.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

i don't feel cute.

and i'm speechless.

I cried today.

There's something wrong with me.
For some reason I was like dying laughing today. seriously.

And I went to the doctor. where there are these whiny kids who cryyyy.
and scream. and
my appointment is at 3:00.
I have a history project to do.
I'm in the waiting room at 3:30.
I have a project to do.
I don't actually do anything until 4:00,
where they weigh me and I lost 11 pounds.
They ask me questions and take my blood pressure, low.

I might have anemia.
I probably have anemia.
I hate doctors.
they're stupid.
"you should eat meat."
um, no.
not happening.

you could say bad day.

Monday, March 22, 2010

heeeeeeeeeeeere's my day.

up laate.
up early.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

"I would have a boner if I were any other guy."

"But you don't?"
"No, we're too close for that."

black out in the room again

a busted lip and broken skin.
I wake up in the bathroom an dare not bother asking
why the mirror's cracked and all I see,
shards of glass inside of me.
there's voices there to dare me,
my father's here to scare me.
My mother, she sits beyond the door.
She's curled up, crying, on the floor.
Look at what her son's done
when the weight of the world goes wrong.

liars, they leave a guilty trail.
let me tell you
I've been lying for years.

I'm disregarding that I have created these monsters
that are on both of my sides.
so i wipe the blood from both of their eyes
from all four of their eyes.

and while I wait for wounds to heal,
I see you by the window sill
you're heart's torn out of a plastic spoon
when honesty lit up that room.

I like that song. No, I love that song. It's so beautiful. Well I wouldn't call it beautiful,
I'd call it raw.
I miss my iPod. I've been neglecting it.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

my secret.

i have a secret fetish for black guys. there's no way around it.

and that's why i would wear a helmet.

I wanna be one of those people who rides motorcycles.
No lie, I would be the junior, instead of riding the bus, drives a motorcycle to school.
whoa, that'd be hot.

today, today was great.

so I'm leaving on thursday night. ohmygosh, whoo!

Friday, March 19, 2010

take it off! take it all off!

this is what we shouted while stalking the track team.
I found 6 four leaf clover today. Must be pretty lucky.
and unfortunately I just don't feel like eating.
I ran a 10 minute mile today. woo.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

give me a chance and I'll take it.

I'm supposed to be doing an essay, instead I blog. But if you think about it, it's sort of the same thing.
Today, I missed my bus because I was busy being a hug whore. totally worth it.
I was going to go stalk the track team with Caroline and be embarrassing and shout and stuff, but unfortunately we got a ride home.
Today was great out,
and I called my friend who is amazing. (I like your pants. But they'd look better on my floor.)
And then I went across the street and ate their food and watched them play basketball and then tried to play soccer (final score. me:2 danny:0). Then I made a sandwich at their house with spicy mustard and provolone cheese and lettuce. IT WAS AMAZING!
I didn't wear makeup today, but oddly enough don't feel ugly.

Jon and Gerald (hrmph.) decided they didn't need us, they would speak japanise to eachother and whisper. Then they started sharing pictures. Me and Kayla were very upset. very very upset. this is tragic stuff.
there was then a war, with- oh what are they called. some kind of japanise candy, and
attempted seduction.
We retaliated, and spoke spanish/french.

When we made peace, we played a game called where's Gerald?
where we look at Gerald's pictures from his school in the Philippines, where they all look pretty similar and we guess which one is Gerald. It's actually quite fun.

We then suggested writing a movie called Where's Gerald? Where we lose Gerald somehow and use our Gerald identifying skills to locate Gerald.
Quite the the film of the year.

I ought to go and write an essay, then do a math quiz. FUNNN.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

i just learned something.

you know how on tv, they're like,
let's go talk about the birds and the bees son.
I say this because I am not a son and therefor do not know.
I know what that means!
so, pollen. it's like semen. and broccoli, it's ovaries. so we are encouraged to eat ovaries.
but anyway, pollen, it's spread around via birds and bees.
get it?!

No one is alone.

I'm not big on this whole sick thing. It's a stomach-head-double head thing. I went home early.
I just saw a verizon commercial and they were like, which network would moms want? and you see a 15 year old who's shopping alone "for the first time." ha. and then you see the mom who's all upset about her daughter going shopping for the first time, and the mom is like 28 years old.

This isn't good advertising. Surrusly.

I'm not actually into Flash Forward, I just want all the answers. This waiting, I don't like it.

Here's what I want for my birthday:
A temporary tattoo maker. I can draw my own temp tats! that'd be sweet.

I think I'm a tuna addict. Now that I don't eat meat it's like, my favorite thing now.
It's good. It's really good. And you tuna haters, you suck.

I really don't like migraines. I'd like to not be dizzy, and light headed but unfortunately I am.

Here's what I'm thinking.

Enough with the jew jokes. You are stupid, and people don't like you, and you just make yourself seem like an ignorant tool.

And unfortunately I don't have the courage to give names. Because then people get upset and that's just ridiculous.

I want more tuna.
I also am tired. And have been having strange dreams.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I've woken up.

From something like a 10 month trance. A time when my mind was blank, with no real inner monologue. A time when there were no expectations, no excitement, no emotion. This is something jarring. My mind is now swarmed, with thoughts that never came out, things I don't want to admit to myself, things I don't want to forget.

It's in my mind, everything. It's not clear. It's a deep haze of feelings and thoughts and today's conversations, of failures and successes and how I feel about my valuing the failures over successes. Maybe to be numb and live with no disappointments is better.

It's something like a headache, that hurts all over and I need to lay down. It's something like these odd dreams I don't want to wake up from, that I can't remember in the morning.

Something like I thought I was doing well, until I realized I'm not and I could explode. Something like how maybe I'm overwhelmed, or maybe I just think I am.

But here it is:
It's hard to read blogs that aren't interesting.
It's hard to accept that you don't like the changes you see.
It's hard to think that you can't get things back from the past, even yourself.

It's easy to live up to expectations. It's hard to change them.
It's odd thinking that I was one thing, but to realize I'm not.

Now it's a mess of lyrics I like, songs I like, images I like.
And it's people I don't like, and the things they do.
It's things I want to do, things I should do, and lacking the willpower.

It's a migraine to realize a lot of things.

I'm going to go, and do homework. And maybe after that, put some things on my wall.
But then I'll have a follow up on the irrelevant raindrops of a thundercloud in my mind that's starting to make a puddle.

Monday, March 15, 2010

he tasks me, he tasks me and I shall have him.

This is a random picture. I took it. You sort of have to turn sideways to see it but I think it somewhat resembles photography. After talking to my cousin, I am confused about what to write in a blog that is reader-friendly. Because no one wants to read a blog that's all about me. And I could talk about movies and books I read, but that doesn't seem like the best use of my time. Blogs are for ranting. Blogs are for complaining. Blogs are for thinking that other people care when they really don't. Blogs are for writing things that you think are good but really don't make sense to anyone else.
I wish this were better, because then I would have such a good outlet. If it were better, I could write things and people would read them, and those words would have some value.

I like basketball.

Monday, March 8, 2010

esta el mundo en mi cabeza.

Para escribir en espanol es mas facil que escribir en ingles.
un poco.
I realized that if I don't want to say something, or think it, or accept it, I say/think/accept in Spanish.
estoy triste, no quiero ir a la escuela manana.
Me se amo mi Abuela magnifica.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

es mas fuerte de yo.

My oldest blog posts were sooo muchhhh better than these are. Looking back at the most recent posts, you can't understand any of what I write.
I think maybe I should change the whole blogging style, make it more reader friendly. But realistically, who reads this? I think a couple people might once in a while, but it's not like there's that much to read about.

I will now tell you about things.
I saw Alice in Wonderland. Twice.
I hated it. No, it wasn't bad. But you know when something happens, and people say, "that ruined it for me." this literally did. All it was was Johnny Depp dancing with some cheesy techno music and it was awful. It literally ruined the whole movie for me. So this movie was reminiscent of several other nerdy movies. The war scene from Narnia, most of The Golden Compass, Star Wars V, on the planet Hoth. Alice's character was similar to Kierra Knightly in Pirates of the Carribian. But overall it wasn't a bad movie at all.
I'm gonna eat. byee.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

I want you, you, you.

I loovee that song. so great.
If I could marry my science class, I would.
Eating ice cream out of a mug is better than out of a bowl, by far.
School gives me a headache.
I went ahead (peer pressure) and got a formspring.
I'm scared people will be mean, but I'll practice my wordy comebacks.
this is a short post. but i thought i should post.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

My inner super hero.

Here's me.
I go to my room to do homework, and don't want to do homework. So instead I clean my room.

Here's my thought.
If I were a super hero/villain, I would be magnet girl. or some variation of that. Imagine it. There's iron in the Earth, so I could levitate myself. I could repel bullets, and since people have iron in them, as magnet girl, I could move them.

I would be the ultimate super villain. If I wanted to like rob a jewelry store (a staple activity of bad guys on Lois&Clark) I wouldn't have to kill anyone, my magnets would open the master vault.
I could totally control the cities electricity, and do all sorts of evil things.

and no one can ever take down a magnetic person.
I think it's so great.
wouldn't it be so great?

serrriously. it would be so great to be magnet girl.

Monday, February 15, 2010


no seriously, guess.
it sucks. and you won't guess. because what i'm doing is ridiculous. i'm rewriting a history paper. and amazing, 5 page biography of albert einstein. i got a c! how? i don't know. i know a lot about him now though. like ask me anything. irrelevant. but anyway, did you know that albert einstein can wiggle his ears? we share that talent. that leads me to believe there's still hope for me.
while i'm on a tangent, my dad looks like einstein. i think that means we're related.

so on topic, i'm rewriting my already amazing paper, because apperantly i misunderstood the assignment and wrote five pages on the whole life of him, when instead i was supposed to write five pages on his life in the '20s and '30s.

you may have noticed my lack of capitalization. i think it's poetic. not really, but just purposeful.
i'm becoming more active, so yesterday i wrote about 4 pages of notes for spanish, like conjugations for the preterite tense, and just general verbs. i hope by doing this outside school, i won't forget everything i knew because of this failure of a teacher.

she's so lazy. like she doesn't check work, because she doesn't feel like it. and she'll tell us, oh i know you can't do it so i'm not going to teach it to you.

and when the state requires her to give us a test, she'll translate it, so we understand.
we're in spanish 3. and we need her to translate a test. she. sucks. at. teaching.

annd i'm gonna go back to writing my not as amazing as the first paper history paper.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

lets all take 5,654,430,495,59596 pictures on a webcam and put them all on facebook

a staple activity for high school students.
lets all watch football!
because that's so great?
you're so lucky to have snow!
yaaay I don't get to go anywhere.

I'm getting fat. fattness makes me mean.
sad truth.

I'd like to run. I think I will now, even though I'll slip. I just feel so fat.
and i smell!
and I'm addicted to Lois&Clark
i have no life.

my back hurts.
im just full of bad news.

superbowl sucks this year.
i mean moreso then every year.

this blog is so cheery now.