Confessions of a Second Sadie

Take Me Home

2007-05-12T04:39:09Z

Well, today was pretty scary.

First off, had my AP US history test. MC was actually really good, essays not so much. Really hoping for a three. After the test, all my friends and I had lunch and had the best time in the world. It was pretty much awesome.

Now here's where the panic begins:

At about 1:50, the school goes on lockdown (you know, whenever there's someone with a weapon on campus, the whole school goes on lockdown.) Anywho, we have to turn off all the lights and get under our desks and not talk. At first, we thought it was a drill, but the principal kept telling us it was not a drill.

So, we're all pretty much freaked out. We all figured there's really someone with a gun because the principal wouldn't pull a drill during AP testing, you know?

We can't leave our fifith period classes when the bell rings, so we're pretty much stuck. A half hour goes by and it's even tenser than before.

If it was real we would have heard gun shots... sirens... anything

But we heard nothing. We all get fed up with not knowing anything so we all take out our phones and text anyone we think might have info on the outside. Rumors start spreading:

A teacher is being held hostage

It's a kid at the middle school across the street.

It's three kids holding middle schoolers hostage in the gym.

Two kids are going classroom to classroom looking for a particular student at the middle school.

They're holding a classroom hostage.

While this is going on, my best friend is having a panic attack. Her little brother goes to the middle school across the street, and she's really close with him. She's starts crying and I try to calm her down: "you know, these kids are real stupid and it's probably a fake gun.... the guy could be real scared and not do anything.... your bro's a smart kid, D, I'm sure he got out of there real fast..."

I've known her brother since he was just a baby. I saw this kid grow up and I was worried about him. I can't even imagine how D must've felt.

It's 3:30 and we find out from our sources the Toll kids left ok, no one killed, no one hurt. They got the gunman. We figure it's only a matter of time before they let us out.... right?

Wrong. We're there for another 45 minutes. The classes have to be checked one by one by SWAT teams. Now these guys were scary.

They have these HUGE guns with helmets and they come in and growl "everyoone ok?" and we're like "yeah, just go away. Damn, watch where you point that thing..."

4:30 and we finally get dismissed, but we have to walk a block away in order to get picked up by our parents. Howvever, since I drove to school I have to wait another half hour just to drive home.

I later find out that it was a beebee gun, and some girl saw that the guy had it and reported him. I was confused. Why was the high school on lockdown? Oh, yeah, because some stupid kid called an adult friend, told him a teacher was being held hostage (not true), and the friend called the cops.

I hate kids.

Anywho, the reason I haven't been on much is because I was studying for my ACT, SAT, and APs. Hopefully by next week everything will calm down. I've missed you guys!

Anywhere but Here

2007-04-17T04:39:14Z

Over thirty people murdered on a Virginia college campus today. It makes me sick. What is wrong with these people? Why would they do this? Especially to innocent people? If they wanted to kill people in cold blood, why not join the fucking army? They're certainly seeing their share of carnage overseas.

All I can think about are those poor families, having to learn that their sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, cousins, friends, girlfriends, boyfriends... they were killed and they can't even see the murderer put to justice. He's a coward for killing others and himself. He should have rotted in jail before rotting in hell.

On the news, they're saying it's the biggest school shooting in US history. I don't get why they have to say it. We already know it.

I screamed where no one could hear me. But that's the problem: no one heard me.

Peace out, Bob.

No Business Like Show Business

2007-03-19T01:04:12Z

homg homg homg homg homg!!!!!!!!

*passes out*

...

*regains consciouness"

homg homg homg homg homg!!!!!!!!!

*breathes*

Right, so I don't know if you can tell, but I am so unbelievably excited right now because.... drum roll please....

I'M GOING TO OAKLAND (SAN FRANCISCO) FOR THE SUMMER FOR A PRE-COLLEGE PROGRAM AT CCA!!!!!!!!

Lol, now, i know some of y'all are saying, "So? What's the big deal?"

Well, I'll tell you: CCA is the California College of the Arts up in San Francicso and it is one of the colleges I'm interested in. The fact that I get to get away from home, earn college credit, and do what I love for a whole month is really making my day right now.

*squeal*! Gosh, I'm just so excited!!!! LoL, i have to stop myself from packing, i'm so excited. Talk to y'all later!

Peace out, Bob

Start Spreadin' the News

2007-03-18T01:13:33Z

I would like to start off by saying that I am terribly sorry for my absence and lack of comments. I guess you could say I've been down in the dumps for awhile, but I'm better now.

At least I have some good news: I know what I want to have published. You know all those short stories and Misadventures I've been posting? Well, I've been trying to find some way to combine them all so they make one story. I mean, hey, I've already written all of it. If I can make it flow, I think I have a pretty good chance. Wish me luck, yeah?

Question: How does one know when a guy wants to go out with her?

Anywho, I'll talk to y'all later.

Peace out, Bob.

Where Am I?

2007-02-10T23:19:09Z

I have to say, this is a first for me. Please help!

Remember the deb ball thing? Well, of course we have to choose escorts so we've been having these parties to meet the guys and decide who we want for an escort.

I'm not really interested in looking for bf throughout this (although for some girls, it's all they can think about. ugh) And I admit, it would be nice to get one out of all this, but it's not my top priority.

No, my goal is to make it out of this ball alive.

So, anyway, our last party is tonight. After the party, we have to make our decision. And normally, I wouldn't be nervous about this kind of thing. But the invitation said to wear something for Valentine's Day.

What the hell does that mean?

Am I supposed to wear something fancy? Usually, the dress code for these parties is nice pants, nice shirt, and skirt/dress if you want to be uncomfortable.

Guess what I always wear. (I'll give you a hint. Starts with a "p" and ends with "ants")

But see, now I don't know what to wear because they've confused me!

i have three choices:

1) Black pants and a nice red shirt

2) Black skirt and same red shirt

3) Red dress with black lace and a nice pattern with black jacket with same pattern.

The dress looks a little fancy, but nothing I'd wear to prom or anything. More like a New Year's Eve party dress, you know?

So what should I wear?!?! This is really upsetting me because I can always make up my mind about what to wear! AHHHH!

Help. Please. Thank you.

Peace out, Bob.

Hiatus

2007-02-07T03:20:12Z

Sorry to say, I'm going to have to take a "break" from the computer. I just have so much shiznack going on that I simply don't have time for LJ. So please forgive me if I don't update. If I get a chance, I'll try to comment, but don't hold your breath.

Until then, everyone!

Peace out, Bob

Now Begins the Winter of My Discontent

2007-02-03T01:19:16Z

Here's a misadventure! Yay! This actually did happen, so enjoy the angst!

Christina's Misadventures in High School Drama

Out my three years of going to high school, I have never experienced the cliched "High School Drama." Sure, I've seen it take place, but I've never actually been involved in it. Until now.

Perhaps I should give some background information: See, I'm in the school musical (Drama in Drama, har dee har har). And instead of it being full of drama freaks like in the past (who are uber-cool by the by) it is now overcrowded with jocks, wannabe's, and choir snobs. Mind you, not everyone in the high school choir are snobs, just the people who got into the play.

It really is quite depressing because the drama freaks really knew how much dedication a play took. They were like family to me and we always had a great time. But, alas, they graduated and now I am stuck with the non-drama freaks who think they can ditch rehearsal just because they can sing. Woe is me. (Although, there are some very cool people in the play and I hope to become good friends with them)

Anywho, so there's this one girl (we'll call her C) who isn't exactly the most popular person. In plain truth, she's annoying. But, to be honest, I don't think she can help it. I have a firm suspiscion that she may not be "all there," if you catch my drift.

For one, she doesn't know how to control herself. When she gets excited, she gets too excited and ends up dancing around the room and singing at the top of her lungs, and it's very hard to get her to stop. Secondly, she doesn't communicate very well and is often misunderstood and laughed at by others. She can't seem to comprehend instructions and needs to be told at least five times what to do. She also has an imaginary gun that she keeps shooting me with.

Well, you can obviously see what kind of relationship the choir snobs will have with C. They all hate her, for some reason I can't fathom, and they always make fun of her. And of course I feel bad for C because she doesn't deserve that crap. I mean, sure, she does get on people's nerves, but it's not like she's done it intentionally.

So, now onto the real story. One of the choir snobs (who can actually act non-snobbish sometimes and is quite awesome when he pulls it off) brings soda into the auditorium. He just broke rule-number-one-which-is-punishable-by-banishment: Never, ever bring food and drinks (unless it's water) into the auditorium because if it spills, it will stain and leave a shameful mark for the rest of your life. If you have to bring in food and drinks, it must stay in the dressing rooms since there is no carpet in there to stain.

But does he follow this rule? No. So now the soda is set up for doom in the auditorium where it can easly spill and stain the carpet.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

We're rehearsing this one song that takes place in the aisles of the auditorium. It's an upbeat song, so we're encouraged to dance in the aisles and interact with the audience (you know, if they were there...)

You can see where this is headed, can't you?

So, C ends up getting a little too excited and knocks over the soda, which shouldn't have been there in the first place.

Naturally, everyone blames C. And it's not just "Please clean up your spill, C." It's glaring whispers: "Gawd, she's such a spaz. What's wrong with her? She's so annoying. What an idiot."

So C is forced to clean up the soda, which shouldn't have been there in the first place, while the snobs snicker and scold.

Bastards.

Where's the teacher in all this, you ask? Audtitioning for a commercial. A damn commercial! What the hell is wrong with this guy, letting us rehearse unsupervised in the freakin' auditorium! What a moron!

C's still cleaning up the mess (because soda really is hard to get out of the carpet) when the teacher finally comes in. He figures out what happened and wants to know whose soda it was in the first place.

After five minutes of grueling silence, the guy finally admits it was his. The teacher asks him to clean up the mess so C can rehearse, since she has a part in the number and he doesn't.

Reluctantly, the guy (who we shall call T) goes to get more paper towels to clean up the mess. I look back at C and see that she's being comforted by one of my friends (one of the true drama freaks who hasn't graduated).

C's crying.

This just pisses the hell out of me, because she was being forced to clean up someone else's mess. And she's still being laughed and scolded at.

What the hell is wrong with these people?

The teacher tells us to run the number from the top. C is in the number, but refuses to participate since "it's her fault and she was going to clean up the soda."

WHICH SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!

But, at least T is helping her, much to the dissatisfaction of the Snobs.

As we are getting ready to start, one of them (who is very persistent in making sure everyone knows C is worthless and annoying) says, "I don't get why T has to clean it up. It's not T's fault the damn bitch doesn't know how to walk."

The straw that breaks my back.

I glare at her and say, "T shouldn't have brought that drink in here in the frist place. He knows better."

The girl shuts up, but gives her friends a look that says I've been condemned to a life sentence of being talked about. And not in the good way, either.

I had many conflicting emotions go through me at that moment: I finally stood up for someone, and it felt good.

But, then again, I probably lost any chance of a casual friendship with the choir snobs. If you're wondering why that's a big deal, it's because it's hard to work with someone you hate, especially if you have a million scenes with them.

However, telling them off made me feel stronger, better, and I hope they realize that what they're doing to C is not right.

But, s9ince the Snobs have some kind of alien bond that can never be broken by human means, I just know that this girl will tell T, who I actually did consider a friend. This may result in either two ways: T will think I'm stupid and not talk to me for the rest of my life, or he will realize his mistake and not hold a grudge against me for blaming him.

Well, even if T realized his mistake (by some unforeseen force of nature that has taken an immense liking to me) I definitely know that girl hasn't.

Later, C is singing on stage rather loudly without any prompting, which in turn prompts the Snob #1 to whisper loudly, "C, shut the hell up."

A few mintues later, C gets out her imaginary gun and shoots me.

Great, I finally stand up for someone and get shot. Where's the justice in that?

END

Sorry it's long. And I am trying to get back into the habit of commenting, I pomise!

Peace out, Bob.

Will the Real Artist Please Stand Up?

2007-01-28T04:49:17Z

Yikes. Terribly sorry for not commenting or updating. Finals are next week and I'm just trying to survive all of the cramming sessions :)

Anywho, I haven't written anything in a long time, so hopefully this will get my muse juice flowin'

I went to a Portfolio Day about a week ago. It's this "conference" where a bunch of top art schools gather and anyone can show a representative from the art school their art work. The rep will tell the person whether they should go to the college, or what they should do to improve their portfolio.

Needless to say, it rocked.

I'm a bit sad though because my sis and bro-in-law were in town so I couldn't go for the whole thing. It was four hours, but I could only go two and therefore not make it to many schools. I talked to California College of the Arts, University of the Arts in Philidelphia, and Laguna art college. I really wanted to talk to CalArts, but my Mom and I couldn't find it, and by the time we did, Portfolio Day was over. *sigh*

Anywho, so CCA liked me, and so did U. of the Arts. They both told me I should take more figure drawing classes because I've really had no experience with that.

Laguna on the other hand...

It wasn't as much as the rep not liking me as much as me not liking him. First of all, he spent 45 minutes talking to me. 45 minutes! usually it's 20 minutes max because there are people waiting in line and you don't want to waste time. He yapped away about things I already knew (Yes, I know I should draw that last. That's what I did.) and he went off about how art teachers aren't artists.

Excuse while I resist the urge to punch you.

Seriously, he talked about how my art teacher is horrible because she set up a still-life the wrong way ("flourescent lighting is so horrible"), and because she should have taught me not to draw the outline of my lips on my self-portrait.

This is what I wish I could have said to him:

"For your information, jerk-off, my art teacher is an amazing artist and she is what inspires me to become a teacher. You have never even seen her work, so how dare you make that assumption about her. Second, you try finding appropriate objects and good lighting with the three-hundred dollar budget the school gives the art department , without spending it all on media and paper. And finally, unless you've taught a class full of 35 students, don't think she had enough time to talk to each of us individually about all the things not to do in a self-portrait. Bitch, please."

But, sadly, I didn't say it. Why? Because I got scared. Again.

Grrr.

(it might also be due to the fact that my mom thinks it's the most awesome art school in the world just because tuition is 20,000 dollars. Big whoop)

Other than the Snob, everything went well. And I'm in so much luck because there is actually a figure drawing class I can sign up for. Yay!

Peace out, Bob.

Curses...

2007-01-15T05:51:12Z

GAH! I need help!

Ok, I'm writing a play for a contest, and I'm really torn between two ideas: should i have the main character talk to the audience like it is her "journal," or should i just make it a normal play? I really can't decide! Help is very much so appreciated!

Peace out, Bob.

Tag! I'm it!

2007-01-13T03:46:26Z

You think you're so funny, don't you mikki_amboree? XD Here are those memes :P

Comment and I'll give you a letter; then, list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own.

Even though I didn't ask for a letter, I got "L." Darn it!

1) I love love! ;)
2) Lifehouse
3) Linkin Park
4) Lord of the Rings movies
5) [good] luck (not cheating!)
6) land'o'lakes hot chocolate (mmmmmm)
7) lakes
8) Lobo (Spanish for "wolf"- and you didn't say anything about it having to be in English!)
9) "Lost at Sea" by Eisley
10) "Let Go" by Frou Frou

Phew! I did it! On to the next one!

RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.

1) Y'all are going to think i'm gross, but I like to chew on the skin around my nails. It looks like I'm biting my nails, but in truth I really hate biting my nails.

2) I pinch the bridge of my nose when I'm mad.

3) I absolutely love to eat lemons. With salt. Yum.

4) I love anime, though I'm embarassed to admit it to my friends.

5) No one knows I write fanfiction except for those online.

6) I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up and I'm afraid that admitting this to my mother will result in my being thrown out of the house.

7) I have a weak spot for classical music.

8) I absolutely loathe myspace with the passion of a thousands suns yet I don't mind livejournal.

9) I think alcohol is the most disgusting thing in the world.

10) If I see people I know in the hallways at school, I pretend not to notice them until they say "hi" first. I'm afraid they'll think I'm trying to hard to be their friend.

Let's see, now i have to tag ten people, but since I really only talk to three people, I tag almighty_socks and blackphoenix524 (I would tag you, mikki, but you've already done it. Curse you. XD) if any of y'all want to do this, be my guest!

soooo, how's everyone doin?

Peace out, Bob.

Did I Do That?

2007-01-02T03:27:12Z

So, even though this may seem like a story, this actually happened, and while i was writing it, my alter-ego Sadie just so happened to influence my writing. Go figure. And enjoy!

Right, so I think I did one of the stupidest things today. Well, maybe I should rephrase that: it was the most time-wasting thing I have ever done in my entire life.

So, we had company coming over, and my mom told me to sweep the front porch. Now, I can understand this, considering that people will be expecting to walk onto a nice, clean porch instead of a leaf-infested trash land.

My dad, since he got the day off and can't understand the meaning of "relax," decided to clean out the gutters. Who the hell cleans out the gutters willingly? Especially on their day off? I mean, my dad was practically glowing: "I'm going to clean the gutters! Want to join me?"

I glared at him, but he still didn't get it, so I told him "no," and he left me alone.

Anywho, so of course cleaning out the gutters makes a huge mess, right? I mean, there were all these leaves and twigs, etc, in the back yard. Most of it landed on the pavement.

So, here's the whole reason behind my rant:

My dad told me to sweep the back yard. At first, I thought it was a joke. "Sweep the back yard? Why?"

"Because it's dirty."

"Well, duh! It's the outdoors!"

"Just do it."

I mean, seriously, who the hell sweeps their back yard? It's not like our company was going to walk outside. And they certainly weren't going to make sure it was clean because, hello, it's nature!

But, like the good, height-challenged, moody teenager I am, I did it. I swept the back yard.

Damn, that's pathetic.

Anywho, Happy New Year's! How are y'all doin, anyhow?

Peace out, Bob.

No Comment

2006-12-31T05:51:01Z

Right, so I'm back. Finally! Two weeks is way too long to be away from home on vacation, that's for sure. (well, unless it was to the Vatican City in Italy *nudges parents*)

I actually had a good Christmas, except for one thing:

See, the whole family (and I mean the whole family- cousins, aunts, etc) go over to my mom's parents' house for Christmas. The out-of-town families usually get in on Christmas day, eat Christmas dinner, and then open up their presents under the Christmas tree (which there are a lot of, by the by)

However, this year was completely different. No one came in on Christmas Day. My parents, sister and her husband, and I got in last Tuesday, my two brothers got in Saturday, and the rest of my relatives got in on the 26th. But my sis and bro-in-law left the 25th before dinner, and my dad and brother left on the 26. So we ended up opening presents over the course of three days, when usually it takes one night. It was so annoying and hectic, but it was nice to spend time with everyone.

Anywho, how were y'all's holidays? And I promise to try and catch up on commenting (don't hold your breath)

Peace out, Bob.

P.S. and the whole Saddam Hussein thing. I don't think he should have died. Hey, don't stone me yet. I think he should have rotted in prison for the rest of his life. but, hey, it's their law, and it's over.

Just Venting

2006-12-17T00:56:08Z

WARNING: I am extremely upset. If you are annoyed by rants, just skip over this entire post. Thank you.

I am in just complete and utter shock. Remember my story I had about the girl who was an advice columnist for the New York Times, and her mother hated her (and all that jazz)? Well, I read this one book about a girl who- guess what- is an advice columnist for her school newspaper! So I thought "Ok, maybe this won't be exactly like my story." And while the plot is different, the way she gives advice is completely the same!I was so upset. How can I publish something that is similar to another author's work? I'm so heartbroken, 'cause I really thought I had a good thing going. And then it just went. *sobs*

Ok, so every year teens from my church's arhdiocese go to this thing called "winter retreat" up at camp. And trust me, it is SO much fun. I had such an amazing time there. We watch a movie Friday night, then we have a discussion about it on Saturday and talk about anything else having to do with Orthodoxy, and Sunday we leave. It may sound lame, but it is so much fun. So, you know how I have that stupid Deb ball thing? Turns out, an activity for the ball is held the same exact weekend as the retreat! And I am completely pissed because I would so much rather go to the retreat than the stupid ball thing, but I know that since my parents are forcing me to do the Deb ball, I don't have much of a say in the matter. Damn, I just want to cry 'cause it's so fucking stupid! I really need to hurt something right now.

Tried out for a musical. Made the chorus (which is really depressing and misleading, considering that the music director said she really liked my voice. Damn those tricky music directors...). Mom's forcing me to do it anyway. Don't have many friends in the play. Why did I try out in the first place?

And I am SUPER sorry for not commenting as I should. Unfortunately, I won't be able to comment for the next two weeks- I'm going out of town for the next two weeks (ugh). I hope i can post up the sequel to "numb" before I leave though. Happy Holidays, everyone!

Peace out, Bob.

So. Much. Art.

2006-12-09T03:44:14Z

*bangs head into wall*

so, i'm sorry about not updating or commenting lately. school's been a real bitch, what with homework and all *mumblesdamnhomeworkmumbles* And I've had to apply to these art programs to build up my portfolio. damn, that whole process was hell.

see, i found out about one program last week, the Ryman Arts College program, and the application was due today. i had to send in two 11 x 14 sketches, a two page essay on my future goals for art, and the standard resume *coughbitchcough* i really hope i get in. i need those portfolio pieces.

i also had to submit a piece to the Spotlight Awards (that was due today too, but luckily I sent it in yesterday *sigh*) first prize gets 6000 dollars! can you believe that? i have a feeling that I won't win though. the jpeg i sent in wasn't the greatest picture in the world, you know?

i also have to apply for another art program, called "Saturday High" at Art Center *sobs* i have to send in six pieces in order to get a scholarship to this thing! Ryman Arts was free if I got in, but this one is 300 dollars! so, i really have to get a scholarship for this one. fortunately, it doesn't have to be sketch, like Ryman Arts. so i can send in pictures i've done in the past. yes!

but there's still that feeling of doubt. what if i don't get into these programs? does that mean I'm not destined for a career in art? I know it sounds stupid- who could possibly determine my future except myself? but I'm still really worried. not so much about the Spotlight Awards. I have a feeling I won't win that one.

To be honest, I've been thinking about switching my major. Instead of Fine Art/Studio Art/Art teacher education, I was thinking of library science. hey, don't laugh at me for wanting to become a librarian! i love books and I could never live without them. but see, I love art too, and teaching art is one of my dreams. *sigh* i just don't know what to do...

on the bright side, I got my driver's license! yay! be prepared for a misadventure about that one. it was pretty hectic just trying to get that thing, let alone take the actual test!

and , yes, lilithie, i'm working on that sequel. just give me another week or so. consider it a holiday gift! (if I ever finish it)

Peace out, Bob

P.S. I still haven't been able to write anything. I'm seriously almost in tears. it's really depressing. does anyone have any good songs I can listen to? Billy Bob Joe Billy always responds to good music...

I Need to Scream

2006-11-27T05:22:19Z

*bangs head repeatedly against the wall*

I. Hate. This. So much!!!

Do you know that I haven't written anything since the last post? The last post!!!!! It's driving me insane!!!! I've had absolutely no time to write and I really feel like hitting something! The only reason I'm posting instead of writing is because I need a break from all the stupid homework! This damn homework is giving me writer's block and I am going crazy!

Why didn't I do my homework earlier, you ask? Hmmm, well, there is the fact that my relatives wouldn't leave me alone. What part of "no, I have homework" don't they understand?

*screams into pillow*

Please, someone, give me something to write about! Billy Bob Joe Billy is gone and i need to write! I'm going through withdrawal symptoms, it's not even funny.

*sigh*

*goes off to finish homework*

~~Peace out~~ aw screw it...

Don't Blink

2006-11-23T03:42:57Z

And I had it
And I was there
Right There
And I was going to
Don't blink
Or I'll miss it
Don't blink
And it's gone
I had it
I really did
But I just couldn't
Don't blink
Or you'll miss it
Don't blink
And it's gone
And I'm here
I'm here now
I'm ready
Let's go
Don't blink
Or you'll miss it
Don't blink
And I'm gone

That was the result of sheer Billy Bob Joe Billy. I was waiting in one of the never-ending lines at Costco (oh, Costco, why can't I quit you?) and I just had this urge to write. So I found some scrap of paper in my purse (lol, it was a receipt from Ralph's. Ain't that funny?) and this is what I wrote.

So, it makes no sense, but I like it. I really do.

Peace out, Bob.

P.S. I made another icon! but it's rather depressing that words keep coming out blurry. oh well.

Success!

2006-11-22T05:26:29Z

Wee! I made my icon! (see icon thing)

Ok, so what if the image isn't that good and the writing is blurry. i am proud of myself! :P

yeah.... um, if you don't watch Avatar: the Last Airbender, you probably won't get it... sorry.... >.>

oh! My 6 week old baby cousin likes the Temptations! so, she was cryin' a lot and no one could calm her down. so I asked, "can I hold her?" and I held her and bounced her around a bit. i'm wanderin down the hallway and i start singin' "I can't take my eyes off of you" and she stops crying!

I was like "homg, she likes the Temptations!!!111!!!one!!!"

so whenever she starts cryin' I would take her and just sing that song and she'd get quiet. it was the cutest thing ever! when my aunt and uncle left, I told them "if she gets upset, you should play the Temptations." they just laughed at me, but I thought 'you laugh now, but you'll wish you listened to me when you're up until 3 in the morning tryin to figure out a way to quiet down your baby." so ha!

Peace out, Bob.

Rather Confused

2006-11-19T22:27:42Z

Right, so I've been wanting to make icons but i realize that, hey, i don't know how to make them! so, if someone could help me, i'd appreciate it. thanks!

and how do i get photoshop?

Curse you, Billy Bob Joe Billy!

2006-11-18T07:03:46Z

lol, so i actually wrote this a couple of weeks ago and i decided to post it. i went to the dentist to get some cavities filled (but chocolate tastes so good!) and afterwards, half of my face was numb. seriously, when i talked, the right side of my lips moved, and the left side stayed still. so i thought, "how funny would it be if i got kissed like this?" and here it is! enjoy!

Ugh.

Numb. So. Numb.

Poke. Poke. Jab. Squeeze!

Ugh.

Numb.

It feels so weird. Numbness is not comfortable, let me tell ya. Especially when half of your face is numb and you can't even talk or smile right.

Seriously. I would scream if it wasn't for the fact that I can't even move my mouth to do it.

And I still don't understand what I'm doing here. At school, I mean. I think I should have stayed home so as not to embarrass myself any further (I tried drinking some water, but it all spilled out of my mouth and now my shirt is all wet.)

"Sadie?"

I freeze in front of my locker. No way. No freakin' way. He cannot see me like this! Not all numb and wet!

... That came out wrong.

But I have more pressing matters to deal with. Like my crush standing just a few feet behind me and asking me why I wasn't in second period and don't I know that he missed me?

I try curling my lips up in a smile, but it's no good. Still numb. So when I did turn and smile at him, it was a crooked smile that I hoped was at least somewhat sexy.

It must've been, because he grins at me- I go weak in the knees- and leans against the locker next to mine. And it’s so not fair that while I feel like absolute crap, he looks this good- what with the dark hair and the green eyes and that stupid, amazing smile.

Damn bastard.

"What are you doing out of class?" I ask, grateful that at least my words don't come out muffled and puffy like before.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "I forgot my book."

I smirk and tease, "Oh, you're a bad boy."

He smirks back. "You know you like 'em that way. Me especially."

Crap, am I that obvious?

I scoff and look up at him. Why is he so damn tall? "Actually, I prefer the type I can take home to Mother Dearest. You know, all good and wholesome."

His eyes narrow playfully, "Liar."

I give my own nonchalant shrug as I close my locker. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"Can I do anything to change your mind?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

He smiles even wider and how the hell did he get so close?

Crap, he really is close. Like, noses almost touching close. My breath hitches and the right side of my lips aren't smiling anymore and-

Oh, my.

Wow.... who knew that with lips as numb as mine I'm still able to feel such a great kiss?

I try to kiss him back, but, as predicted, only the right side responds. I hope he doesn't notice.

But, apparently he does.

He pulls back, his eyebrows furrowed together in that cute look I love. "What's wrong?"

I shift uncomfortably and look down, unable to reply. "I... um... I’m not… man…"

"Look, if you don't like me like that just say so, ok?"

I look up in horror. "No, no, it's not that! It's..."

He leans back against the locker and looks at me expectantly. “It’s what?”

So I blabbed. "I went to the dentist to get some cavities filled and now half of my face is numb and I can't move my lips that well 'cause I tried drinking water and it spilled out and now my shirt’s all wet and I really didn’t want you to see me like this, now especially because you kissed me and I’ve been waiting forever for that to happen and-“

I’m interrupted by his sudden outbreak of laughter, I glare at him. What’s so funny?

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, “You just… talk so fast and I have no idea what you just said!” He laughs again and I almost die right there.

Instead, I opt to just walk away and save myself from further embarrassment, which wouldn’t have occurred if I just went home in the first place (gee, sound familiar?)

“Wait, wait.” He touches my shoulder and says, “Look, why don’t I take you out tonight? We can sort things out then, ok?”

I nod. Sounds reasonable, and I tell him so.

“So, where are we going?” I ask.

“I don’t know. The candy shop sound good to you?”

He smiles.

Damn bastard.

END

Well, I hope you liked it! Constructive criticism is welcome! Oh, and I know my tenses may be off. *mumblesdamntensesmumbles*

Is That a Pig Flying?

2006-11-15T01:08:19Z

Right, so my day was rather depressing (well, it could have been worse, but I'm in one of my "moods" bleh)

so, I had this dream where my crush asked me out and we had a great time. I mean total cloud nine shiznack goin' on. I woke up and couldn't help but think "only in my dreams."

i mean, i laughed, but then after five seconds I was like "... Damn."

And art class was surprisingly horrible. I mean, i'm actually doing pretty awesome in that class but today was really bad. I really couldn't focus on my project and when I could everything came out wrong and now my project is messed up for life. Curses.

lol, my history teacher is the most random person ever. He's supervisor of the debate club, so he likes to have little debates during class and today was about whether women should have rights or not.

Wow. What a stupid move.

Not only do we have an extreme conservative in the class, all of the girls are uber feminists. So basically the whole period was the girls screaching their heads off and the sexist telling all of us that we don't deserve to even be there.

Um, excuse me, last time I checked, the population of girls in AP classes completely weigh out the number of boys, so stfu. (lol)

Random rant no one will get: 'Cause I don't fuckin' feel like it! Damn!

um, you probably shouldn't read the tag. even i can't stand it. but i needed to vent.

And here's the best of all: My mother's not proud of me. Yeah, you all may think i'm being oversensitive, but I'm not. She said "You better do something fast. You'll never get anywhere in life, so stop being stupid and do something special."

Do something special? Well, let's see: i practice karate, I take voice lessons, i'm vp of the Drama Club, i volunteer at the library, i'm corresponding secretary of my church's youth group, i'm the new co-leader for Relay for Life, I have the top grades in both my art and math class, i'm writing a freakin' book. i'm not doing half of the things I did last year because now i'm a fucking debutante. you wanna see me do something special? just pay attention.

sorry about that. it's just, my mom's been on my case lately and it's really pissing me off. i'm handling things, i really am. just stop doing things that upset me and you'll see how far I'll go.

Peace out, Bob.

Sittin' By the Side of the Road...

2006-11-08T06:02:33Z

o'tay, Billy Bob Joe Billy has struck again! Enjoy!

All I wanted was to go home. That's it. I didn't ask for extravagent things or amazing feats to be performed.- I just wanted to go home. And if my father had taken me home instead of leaving me in the car while he voted, I wouldn't be in this messed up situation.

I sigh again and he gives me a look. He gives me a look! Of all the nerve! Excuse me, did I go shoving a gun into your face and demand money? I don't think so, so stop looking at me like that!

I just want to go home. And why did my father have to roll the windows down all the way? I could breathe just fine if he rolled them down a crack, but no- he thinks I'll have an asthma attack or something, so now there's a guy who thinks he's going to get a load of cash from me.

Boy, did he make a mistake.

"Give me all your money," he says again, blinking the sweat out of his eyes.

"Look, buddy," I say in my best leave-me-alone-or-die voice, "I'm sixteen. Does it look like I have any money?"

He stares at me blankly for a moment, then says, "I know you have some."

I let out a frustrated groan and roll my eyes, "I just said I don't have any money! Are you deaf?"

Blink. Sputter. "N-no."

"Then get out of here! Go attempt a poorly executed robbery some place else, will ya?"

"Just check in the glove compartment for some cash, ok? I don't want to hurt you."

Oh really?

I turn in my seat so I'm fully facing him. He doesn't look much older than I am, maybe a year or two. His hair is a dark color, past his shoulders. His clothes look worn and dirty, and his eyes are hazel and distressed. He tries to hold the gun steady with both hands, but it stil shakes. Geez, guy, how long have you been on the streets for?

"Listen up, moron," I say quietly, "I have a black belt in Kung Fu and a green belt in Chinese Kenpo. If anyone's going to get hurt here, it's you. So I think you should leave before you really piss me off, because all I want is to go home and you pointing that damn gun in my face is not making me any happier!"

A large, shaky gust of air escapes from him. He backs up slowly, looking unsure, until he finally turns around and runs away and turns the corner. Good riddance.

And guess what? Just as soon as that wannabe thief turns the corner, my dad exits the church where the voting ballots are being held. I snort. Figures.

He gets into the car and says, "Alright, let's go home."

Finally.

He revs up the van and off we go, turning the same corner that street punk did. When we do, I see that guy sitting against a wall, face buried between his kness, looking absolutely pathetic, no gun in sight. Was it even real?

"Hey, Dad, pull over for a sec?"

He obliges for some unknown reason for which I am glad. I dig through my backpack and find my wallet. I pull out a twenty. "Be right back," and I hop out of the car without waiting for a response.

I walk straight up to him and he doesn't even notice. He doesn't look up until I say, "Hey," and even then he gives me a blank stare.

I start blabbing, "Ok, so maybe I was a bit harsh about that 'moron' comment, but thievery is nothing to be proud of. It's pathetic and degrading. Go to a shelter and see if someone can find you a job. Here's some money to get you started. You could probably get some more dough if you sell that gun."

He puts his hand over his jacket pocket, which is probably where the gun is. "It's a fake one."

I roll my eyes. I knew it. "So sell it to a kid. But make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes as you, got it?"

There's a pause before he nods once, twice. He stands up and shoves the twenty in his pocket. He moseys away, never looking back. A sign of things to come?

I shrug and walk back to the van, thoughts of home running gratefully through my mind.

END

Note: This didn't really happen, but I was actually left in the car for quite a while with the windows rolled all the way down, and I thought, 'how freaky would it be if some weirdo took advantage of this?' and ta-da!

well, I hoped y'all liked it. I liked it myself, to be honest XD.

Procrastination

2006-11-04T03:04:09Z

Awesome icon, no? That movie's crazy...

Ok, so Billy Bob Joe Billy did visit me a couple of days ago, but i don't exactly feel like writing the story right now. so, here's some good ol' procrastination for ya (This was stolen from firthy, by the by):

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions: no more, no less.

Ask me anything you want.

Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this, allowing your friends (including me) to ask you anything.

WTF, mate?

2006-10-29T04:38:53Z

well, my cousin managed to convince me to get an AIM sn... kinda weird... i guess it's because i haven't used it since my 3 year withdrawal from the internet that makes me all "where the hell am i?"

and it's even weirder 'cause the interenet is kinda different from three years ago. like, what the hell is with myspace? i understand that lj is kinda like it, but you don't hear news stories about kids getting molested just 'cause they went on lj, ya know? (although i'm sure it's happened, unfortunately)

well, anywho, if y'all want my sn, it's misschris4900. if you plan on sending me a message, do you think y'all could tell me your sn's so i don't freak out and think some guy is stalking me? much appreciated! ;)

pity rant (if these annoy you, you might not want to read it. just warnin' ya. kinda long too):

y'all ever get into one of those moods where you're like "why does my life suck?" when in reality it really doesn't? yeah, i've been getting those a lot lately.

annoying as hell, let me tell you. seriously, my life is nothing to be upset about. i have two loving parents, coolio siblings (with the exception of creepo the brother), and it's not like i'm starving either.

and yet, i keep getting... well, sad, for lack of a better term. and i have no idea why. but most of the time, there are little things that set me off. such as:

1) no boyfriend. yeah, yeah, i know. totally lame right? why should i be upset over no boyfriend? but, to be honest, i really am. i don't have anyone to hold me, or to talk to me about nothing, or to be completely silly with, or to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. and i look around me and everyone i know is in or has been in a relationship. and then there's me, single and not loving it.

and yeah, i know that i'm still young. but considering the fact that i know people who started dating in the seventh grade isn't helping any.

at sunday school, we use the term "in love with being in love" which means you love being in a relationship as opposed to actually loving the person. i think this might be my case. maybe i'm just so desperate to have a bf, i don't care if it's just a one week thing. just so long as i can actually say i know what it feels like to be one of those people.

you know, people who don't get these thoughts- am i going to die alone?- or people who know what it's like to have someone like them in a mutual relationship.

and i hate it. why am i thinking these things? i still have my whole life ahead of me, and i'm sulking 'cause i've never been on a date yet (but i'm 16) and i'm sure that, in college, it'll be a lot different (what if I don't find anyone there?)

unfortunately, my best friend makes it worse. she had one bf before, broke up, and is now dating another one (both college guys at present. can you believe it?)

and i told her once, kind of jokingly, "I need a boyfriend."

and she says all defensively, "you don't need a boyfriend! you have me!"

"then why do you have a boyfriend and you have me? besides, no offense, but you're not boyfriend material."

but... it really hurt me when she said that, you know? it's like... i dunno... am i never supposed to have a boyfriend as long as i'm with her? and why can she have one, but i can't? i dunno, mabye i'm just jealous and upset about nothing.

*sigh* i really wish i could stop feeling like this though. geez, i never thought i'd say it, but i wish i could stop thinking (for a writer, that's a pretty big step) all of these thoughts of not being good enough, or dying alone are really... really making me depressed, and i don't know how to stop it. i really don't.

end pity rant

peace out, bob.

The Movie of My LIfe

2006-10-25T00:19:43Z

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here’s how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool...

Opening Credits: Pink Panther Theme (LoL, I's a sneaky one)

Waking Up: "Who Will Save Your Soul?" -Jewel

First Day At School: "World I Know" -Collective Soul

Falling In Love: "The Kiss" from The Last of the Mohicans soundtrack (wow, that worked out pretty good, eh?)

Fight Song: "Billie Jean" -Michael Jackson (Lol!)

Breaking Up: "Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" -Elefant

Prom: "The Freshmen" -Verve Pipe (o.O)

Life is good: "Heart Shaped Box" -Nirvana (well, that sure is ironic, lol)

Mental Breakdown: "The Book of Love" -Peter Gabriel (...)

Driving: "Hands Open" -Snow Patrol

Flashback: "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" -Diana Ross and the Supremes

Getting Back Together: "Do Right" -Jimmie's Chicken Shack (lol, what the hell?)

Wedding: "Only Hope" -Switchfoot

Birth of Child: "Everything You Want" -Vertical Horizon (lol, WOW)

Final Battle: "Santa Maria (Del Buen Ayre)" -Gotan Project (hmmm... interesting)

Death Scene: "Dare You to Move" -Switchfoot (aw...)

Funeral Song: "Maybe I'm Amazed" -Paul McCartney (what the... ?)

End Credits: "Let Go" -Frou Frou

LoL, wow, my soundtrack is so weird... but, oddly enough, i like it! ;)

Sooooooo, how's y'all been?

Peace out, Bob.

Identity Crisis Much?

2006-10-16T01:11:09Z

LoL, so, remember in my last post when I wrote about my Jewish friend and how she joined Christian club? well, I'm really starting to think she has an identity crisis:

We were in history class discussing the amendment: the right to bear arms. One guy (very strict Calvinist) says, "Most conservative Christians own guns."

and my friend says, "I don't!"

I laughed so hard, but it's still a bit scary, ya know? and did i mention she has Easter parties? Yeah, her whole family is Jewish, but they have an Easter party every year. I remember when she first invited me to one:

C: Hey, Christina, do you wanna come to my Easter party?

Me: Aren't you Jewish?

C: Yeah. So do you wanna come?

LoL, but I guess it's cool. I guess they have the party for their Christian friends, which I still think is funny but in a considerate way... O.o

rofl, ok, so this icon makes me laugh so much. It reminds of these two guys who would do these Russian accents and say nonsensical stuff like, "In Soviet Russia, the web surfs you!" etc, etc. So I saw this and I thought of them and I giggle whenever I see it.

the icon is based on a cartoon where the main character says "I had this dream about this and something bad happened so I don't think we should go there [or something like that]..." and his friend goes, "I had a dream too!"

"what was your dream about?"

"food eats people!"

lol, you had to see it. fun stuff, yo.

random quote/convo of the day:
"I wanna see Francis!"
"You can't. He's taking his bath!"
"Oh really? Where are they hosin' him down?"

lmao, imaginary cookie to anyone who knows where it's from! (hint: it's from the same movie the last convo of the day was from.)

Peace out, Bob.