signed up for classes.
normal classes again! all 6 stinkin periods of goodness. i’m optimistic. if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t be there.
signed up for classes.
normal classes again! all 6 stinkin periods of goodness. i’m optimistic. if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t be there.
it’s also embarrassing looking at these pictures i took 2 years ago in 9th grade.
yes i do feel you beating against my skull. stop while you’re ahead. i’m putting you away until the morning. this whole sleep deprivation thing really isn’t working out.
-danced at whirligig
-watched maria expose herself to all of seattle center, best part of my day. (she forgot her shorts under her tutu)
-ate excellent mexican food
-shopped on the ave
-bought 2 dresses, a giant vintage shirt/dress, vintage dress, a skirt, and more crazy leggings to add to my collection.
i just found my camera too! so now i can show my face again. i have a dead arm. i’ve only been listening to adele, kanye, mgmt, and 3oh!3 today.
everything would be okay if i could go to seattle every week. oh wait a minute! i have to starting late april. excellent!
Today, my girlfriend dropped me off for a class and I accidentally closed my exceptionally baggy pants in the passenger door. She didn’t notice and started to drive away. I spent the next fifteen seconds being dragged across rough pavement with my pants around my ankles. FML
i really felt bad for people who lost in the school/asb elections today. it really is a giant popularity contest. all the people who won are lazy fucks. for the people who think high school will be the best part of your life: you are pathetic and i doubt you will have much of a future. sure i’m having a good time and i’m happy. but really? for serious? i’d rather do something worthwhile than working on the desecration of my liver. your popular points won’t count for shit when you’re trying to get a job later.
i love the smell of the wishes right after the candles are blown out. the sweet waxy smoky fumes make me so happy! hopes and dreams floating up to be listened to by someone out there who decides when they will come true or if they will at all.
i like being 17. it’s a good age.
cotton candy ice cream is incredible. the texture of it is even cotton-candy-esque.
whenever i’m inspired by clothing it means i want to be in the sun. i only truly feel cute when i’m showing off my shoulders or legs. dresses are the ultimate. i’m convinced if i lived in better weather, i would put a thousand times more effort into my appearance. haa
idk why i stay up so late. oh yeah, i drank a coke. only because it was in a glass bottle. stupid decision.
yay mtv online i guess!
this is my first one ever!
thank you internet. i’m going to read hp and continue my project. where’s my camera?!
exciting movies are coming out this year!
where the wild things are
harry potter and the half-blood prince
my sister’s keeper
this machine is nuts! first it went crazy and made animal sounds, had that fixed. now smoke? my computer is aliveeee! creepy!
these games on my phone:
plus a nice burger.
that transactional shi!
i love flight of the concords and how badly it gets stuck in my head!
tomorrow i’m hopefully going to bake a pretty cake! it’s been way too long!
So apparently the choreographer of the dance I didn’t get it noticed me and asked today if I wanted to be in my friend’s dance piece! Alyssa will be paid to dance at the Paramount July 10 and 11th! Definitely getting a jamba now. :) Happy.
Working on my project! I want jamba! Maybe I’ll get one before dance. Yes, yes I will. I’m done with maybes. Tomorrow I am finally returning the shoes I don’t like and buying my friend her birthday present.
DRESS IF YOU ARE SOLD OUT I AM GOING TO BE PISSED OFF!!!
I am planning to get you this weekend, so please be good and be in my size and ready for me. I hope the website is lying. It should be, since it’s based on the east coast or mid west or whateverthehellitsays.
sooo that audition…alaini, my 12 year old friend, told me she almost started laughing at me out loud because it looked like i was flailing my body all over. that is the result of dancing with your eyes shut. fail.
sometimes i would really rather not know. i am ridiculous. i really do believe that my life would make a weird, yet entertaining tv show. it would probably be a little depressing too. god i really can believe i did that. i may be short, but i am a gangle. whatever whatever i’m just happy my friend got a part as an understudy. i’ll stick to hip hop.
i just took the best shower ever. my fingers were so pruny that i could see every vein in my hand. i’m clean. there is something about sundays and dancing outside of my small town that makes me feel so much more alive. my parents want to move back to seattle when i move out! so exciting! i’m going to move to san francisco. once my last monday dance class ends 15 minutes earlier i can take the hip hop class by my favorite choreographer! since i have the balls to go by myself finally. i auditioned for a dance piece today, i know i didn’t get in, which is fine because that wasn’t part of the purpose of my audition today. i just wanted to leave my comfort zone for once. whenever i do that i get a rush. more than ever. i
think know i need to do that much more often. as much as i love dance, i don’t see the passion for it in me nearly as much as what i saw in all those other dancers. i really need to find passion again. i’m sick of being average. i want to be more.
off to seattle!
Theno’s Dairy is the best place to work ever. For our grand re-opening we kicked ass and I have a nice chunk of cash in my pocket…$21! That’s really stinking good for a tip jar split by 8 people! I love seeing all the adorable kids who come in for ice cream every day. My favorite babies came in too! Well technically one is 4, but it doesn’t matter. Alec is the most polite four year old ever and gives kisses on the cheek because he’s a ladies man. Then butterball baby came in who has the fattest cheeks ever and never stops smiling. The whole store is bright and shiny and clean and bumpinnn. IF YOU LIVE ANYWHERE NEAR WASHINGTON/SEATTLE/REDMOND BOOK IT UP TO THENO’S DAIRY! Yes, we do have the best ice cream in the state, no contest. Yes, we have a cute ass giant cow with fresh hot pink udders. Yes, we have the best pumpkin, cantaloupe, eggnog, lavender, and peanut butter ice cream. No, sorry we don’t have any of the flavors listed above at the moment because we switch them out all the time. AHHH I LOVE MY JOB!!! I missed it sooo much. Right off the bat while I was using our new 30 year old shake blender the cup fell off and blasted me with ton of milkshake. Hahahaha the customer thought it was hilarious and was I slightly pissed at the same time because it took forever! I can feel my (right) arm muscles getting all buff as we speak. I’m sooo tired.
As great as twilight is and all…I’m way too dead to drive to wherever the heck my friends are going. Reading my book. Loving life.
but i’m tired and i don’t want to. i’ll pray to the gods i do good on this. finals are stupid. just hide all possible matrices from me. i’ll study like a psycho and freak out tomorrow…garunteed! tomorrow: work :) olive garden for lunch :) precalc over :) ush over :) spring break #1 :) gourmet ice cream :) tips :) friends :) fun :) dead arms :)
i think tomorrow will be good. stressful, but good none the less!
i need to do my final. it’s been extended until noon tomorrow but i really have to do it today. i have too much to do and i could really use a nap.
yes, i know. electrical tape mustaches are classy.
our sports bras matched!
is what i call my math attendance record this quarter. i skipped maybe once a week. but who’s counting? i love that. i love that. i love that.
everyone was right. looking for alaska is one of the best written good books i’ve read in a while.
my sister just did a portrait of me for her art class. i’m the exact replica of my mom. then she did one of this old doll named Butter we have that we thought was an antique, the tag we found on her says 1981. plus who has antique rubber/plastic dolls? kids always pick the best names for everything. my friend’s fish was named dictionary. my doll was named butter. i wish i could still play xena in the backyard.
i tried planning my schedule for next year. nearly impossible. how do i choose? do i take the 2 hour culinary arts class that people always want to drop? or do i take all regular highschool, which i hated last year. do i split my schedule between running start and highschool? will it look good for college? is it too late for me to take AP whateverhoositclassiwannatake? i had this idea about running start. i thought taking college classes would help me meet all sorts of people and i’d find a boyfriend and all of these fantasies. it makes me feel just as lonely and isolated as ever. but i like how i feel in charge and independent, having homework due once a week, and classes that are only 10 weeks long. i can’t decide at all and it’s driving me crazy. why can’t i just skip this step and move on to bigger things…like my dreams and college. i don’t know what to do. i always think i have it all figured out, but indecisiveness also runs in the family. eh, something will push me into a different decision someday.
you make yourself sound like a dick!
is kind of dumb…
i just wanted a blog type deal but people are crazy. this is supposed to be for you. not followers or whatever. music is for sharing. you shouldn’t care about it becoming “mainstream” because it thousands of people already heard it before you. you’ll just get to hear it more. so stop freaking out and just enjoy it. nothing lasts forever.
on another note. i simply cannot write this whole essay. i’m so tired. i should probably eat more protein. wasl week is awesome. i love going to school at 12:30. very helpful when it’s finals week at BCC. SO EXCITED FOR FRIDAY! this weekend i’ll stop dying inside.
we got our costumes for dance today :) i feel like a greek goddess. every year we end up having recurring themes at dance. last year it was africanish. now it’s greek mythology and tribal. my modern dance is supposed to be female warriors (hey there athena!) and my lyrical company is tribal but with goddess costumes.Then my other collaborative class is very rainforesty.
i hate school.
Today, I went to my friends house when his parents were out to smoke weed. 45 minutes into smoking, his parents called to say they’d be home 5 minutes. We sprayed the house with Lysol and Frebreeze to mask the smell. We were high and in a rush; it was bug spray and shaving cream. FML
i just bought this one:
One of my favorite things to do when I’m broke (almost always) is spending the day at barnes and noble reading all the magazines. My mom and I found an old gift card of my dad’s (that he never used for 3 years) and bought coffee and cheesecake. So basically our adventure was free and it took up like 4 hours. Now I’ve got my fill of inspiration and can start working on developing more of my ideas. Tomorrow’s gonna suck with all the reading I have to do, but its worth it. I needed one day of relaxation between finals. So tomorrow I’ll do all the chores, major studying, and reading. My dad was doing taxes. He doesn’t know anyone’s birthdays so one of my favorite things to do it making him guess. Today my birthday is September 18, 1989. Its really September 22, 1991. Not bad!
it’s raining, but what do you expect from seattle anyways?!
i really wanted to play frisbee too…
i already have a list of things to do, so quit telling me what to do! i’m sick of being nagged! my mom really needs to stop. my dad really needs to stop freaking out over my indestructable fish. edwin is just fine, he has iron lungs.
my work is reopening friday and i get to work! goodbye unemployment!
my friends pretty much don’t call me, whatever. tonight after i finish submitting my paper i go to look at my phone because its ringing. i have like 8 voice mails, a bunch of texts and emails and everything all when there was no possibility whatsoever of me hanging out. piss me off.
if i make plans-no one can hang out
if they make plans-i cant hang out
pandora is amazing though.
especially while writing a paper.
gavmo moment fosho. hahahaha
less than 1000 more wordssss suckkkkaaaas!!!!!
writing history essays obviously leads to insanity!
almost halfway with paper…bluhhhhhhhh yuhhhhhhh grskdjfsldjf
write your paper right now. tomorrow you have a work meeting and will hear great things! maybe you’ll even convince them to make mackinac for the reopening. then you can dream about those fudge ripples you so dearly miss. so go girl. finish that paper because you know the one thing you want most is to have it done (and get an A on it)! then you can watch james and the giant peach some more and live that happily ever after.
…i was having a good day and i won’t let you ruin it twice.
apparently i’m a drug dealer. (i’ve never been offered drugs in my life)
it’s sunny out! i might just run out in the sun! it’s still 34 degrees.
i always think about it when i’m having a bad day.
today my teacher told me i’m one tardy away from attention. i book it from community college back to highschool every wednesday for that bitch. who doesn’t even teach us anything. i’m telling my counselor so i can’t get in trouble for something i can’t avoid anymore. the other spanish teacher i had earlier completely understood.
I WANT TO WATCH THE 1989 VERSION OF ALEXANDER AND THE HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY! YES I’M YELLING. AND JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH!
on another happy note…my job is having an employee meeting!!!!!! YAYYYY!!! A GOODSIGN!!!!
i trip on my shoes and run into a door in the office at lunch
when i was in spanish i tripped on my shoes and smashed into a guy at my table
i tell my friend about my incident after class while i’m walking to the parking lot. we laugh.
i start walking to my car. my feet get stuck together…i slip on black ice. i do weird turns in the air. i rip my pants, skin every joint on my right side, and manage to do it all in front of a car. FML.
my week is not starting off well…