WOW,

I haven't written in about a month.
Honestly, I forgot about this momentarily...until my dear (and only) friend in Algebra II said out of nowhere: "You should have a blog."
And I do. True story. I'm just lazy and bipolar and forgetful.

School fails. My fifth hour is a giant F-MY-LIFE moment. If they find me sprawled across a desk with my eyes gauged out with pencils, Sara, you can have Chuck back. Damn thing won't sync.

Speaking of, classes:
First hour - symphonic band with the Turtle. I sit there and quote Walt Whitman in texts or mess with the auxiliary, or anything else I'm not suppose to do in that class, because I'm a stereotypical percussionist. Trombones, suck it, please.
Second hour - algebra II, in which I have conversations about poop and sex organs. (followed by lunch, the only highlight of my day. Oh, what can I do to poor Erich today? Just kidding, it's just sometimes his group of whores bother me. You've been officially warned.)
Third hour - ENGLISH, in which I say whatever I want, because it is English and I am the one who excels the most in literary terms in that much of crap classroom.
Four hour - fine art 1. Let me tell you something. I can't shade. I want to paint. And the people are rude, and no one listens, and I CAN'T SHADE.
Fifth hour - hell, aka, American history, aka, NO ONE GIVES A TINY RAT'S ASS. I'd love to skip that class everyday.

And then, except on Mondays, I go home, eat, and go to band. My life is awesome.

I took my cat for a stroll in the backyard yesterday. When she was crouched in a bush I thought she was hiding. Nope. She was peeing. I had to change my pants.

Something something something, somebody find me somebody to love...
Okay, I'm done.

shut up.

On the bright side, I (or Lisa) found my camera. It was in a cymbal bag.
Some of the items that can be found on the floor of my room: Daniel Handler (newest hero), bandanas, acrylic paint, tissue paper, my music binder, plaid, nostalgic photos, and children's books.

This is most useless as I have nothing to write; people should ask me questions so I have something meaningful to put down. Thank you.

staying classy

I am so angry that my camera is gone. I had so many good pictures from band camp.


I'm not good at keeping up in this blog; I never kept a diary when I was younger. I'm too scattered to put anything down correctly.
I can never get enough of Just Friends. I don't know why.
Going through all the nostalgic pictures and items in my grandparents house is so awe inspiring that I still don't know what to do with myself.

I need to take a shower.

Books to read (I need to remember these):
The Great Gatsby
Breakfast of Champions
Slaughterhouse-Five
Between the Acts
and 8-13 of the books in the Series of Unfortunate Events.

My mom eating Taco Bell in her prom dress is priceless. The class is hereditary.

operation: super un-secret surprise party

(is in full swing)

I love being lazy, and hating on the world, and harassing someone who still kills me ever so slightly.

Lisa came over today and we painted Haley's birthday...thing. It's a white science board but we're making a photo collage on it for her 'birthday' (actually August 23th). Oh well, oh well, we're having a bonfire, if you want to got or I forgot to invite you, text me, or just show up. As long as your not someone I dislike (someone who rants about how poor they are but has new clothes and unlimited texting, if that describes you, then please, stay at least 100 feet away from me or I will snap).

My hair has a build-up of grease so I'm trying to get rid of that. I wish Sara was on AIM instead of playing Animal Crossing so I could talk to her.

Apparently I'm supposed to be writing right now but I have no ideas? Yeah, totally cliche, but story of my life.

New Burn Notice New Burn Notice last episode of season New Burn Notice

I could rant some more but I doubt anyone wants to hear me.

this is epic

(my lack of being able to write anything.)

up north: awesome.
I love being so far away from the majority of the people I dislike. seriously, I felt immortal up there. those swings made everything better, because who doesn't enjoy a good swing?
and the Parah Salin fire fortress ;) I made that (almost) all by myself. It was sad when we left and even sadder when I returned home and had to go to practice. My nose got burnt kayaking, my shoulders during the stupid parade practice, and Warped Tour made it a little worse.

Warped Tour: epic, for my first time. I did see someone who temporarily ruined my day but crowd surfing to please Craig Owens got my mind off of that. My group of Justin, Jessica, Haley and I worked well, after being separated again after crowd-surfing to 3OH!3 (I love Nat and Sean - Sean smelled my shoe and I informed him that in doing that I was trying to kill him). Oh, and Brad from Chiodos was pretty awesome, too bad I couldn't meet Craig and we could have had an amazing bipolar relationship together. (seeing that we're both bipolar so some days we would love each other then the next we would probably be trying to kill the other or ourselves)

I've been told that I'm low, but I only say the satirical ironic things that imply the truth. Like texting an old "buddy" telling him to get a TWLOHA shirt to support the cause.
Hey, he and I, we both should've got one, but he's an asshole and all their shirts were guy sizes and I like form-fitting.

Oh, and check this out: plaid shirt count up to six.
Tawas had the greatest flannel shirts ever. And my super-awesome Granny picked me up two more. So now I can take them all to band camp and neighbor and I can have a plaid shirt day. Fun fun fun.

I don't have much to say other than I want my friends to answer their phones and I'm doing the whole myspace thing again so if you want, add me, whatever.

walking through hell.

The Hive bothers me, especially with half a section. One day.

Chicago was pretty awesome. I almost touched clothes that Gary Oldman wore. I was pretty excited.

I'm not excited for anything. Apparently the story of my life follows along the lines of Fight Club.
My futon is a mess...

I can't string ideas together. I'm a wreck.
Oh, and I forgot that My Chem actually has some good songs, so yeah. FML.

I am a little pissy right now. I want my (third) copy of Fight Club back. Stupid kid is trying to steal it. I hope he reads it, and it gives him hell.


Oh, and BTW: I am the Half-Blood Prince. Crucio. K,thx,bi.

Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven. Nothing you can say can stop me going home.

I don't have anything interesting to say...maybe I'll do something with this later.

do you believe in magic?

screw it, I'm using the shift key.

When I was on the bike at the YMCA earlier I had a plan to what I was going to write. Just like when I get good video ideas in the shower, as soon as I stepped off it was gone.

I went to Sara's earlier to watch Seth play Fatal Frame 3. That kid needs to listen to me. IF YOU WENT TO THE DOOR I SAID TO GO TO FIRST THEN YOU WOULD'VE OF BEEN ATTACKED. OR USE THE PROJECTOR LIKE WE SAID.
I should've played. I would've kicked ghost ass.

I'm gunna make a shout-out for my grandma, since she reads this. WE GOIN TO CHICAGO TUMERROW AND WE GUNNA HAVE AN AD-VEN-TERRRR.
*cough*

I made another mixed CD, with 3OH!3, Kanye West, Justin Timberlake, The All-American Rejects, Silverstien, Panic! At The Disco, All Time Low, Escape the Fate, A Day to Remember, tons of Queen and some other crap that I didn't remember but threw in anyways. It's a four hour car ride, and longer with Haley and I actually getting a chance to drive.

I've been particularly dull and in solitude the past few days. The only things I feel like doing are working out, sleeping, listening to music, or driving. I don't even know why. There are so many things wrong with me right now and what I thought I had and what I have now are two completely different things and I'm trying to change everything so I can live a better life and actually feel worthwhile. Because you know, that'd be great.

Okay, Harry Potter the sixth movie: I don't want to be a complete hater, but I wasn't too thrilled about it. It lacked the excitement and dark tones that the book had. It was a great movie, except if you were someone who didn't devote your free time at one point to reading Harry Potter then it might have been hard to follow at times. It could have been so much better but it wasn't. I did like the little goofy things they added on the whole "romance at Hogwarts" subplot but then again it diverted the real sense of the book, but it's what we get to watch so might as well deal with it because they sure as hell aren't remaking it.

So yeah. That's it.

On a final note, I get my braces off in little over a week :D