| 1. Do all of your other homework.
2. Read a book.
3. Pretend to be reading a book.
4. Sleep.
5. Pretend to be sleeping.
6. Count the dots on the ceiling.
7. Illegally download music.
8. Reorganize your shoes.
9. Clean your room.
10. See how many pairs of matching socks you can find.
11. Paint your nails and purposely decide that you don't like the job you've done painting them, then take off the polish and redo them.
12. See if you can memorize all of the buttons on your stereo remote and exactly what they do.
13. Lose your pencil so that you can't do your Geometry.
14. Go into your brother's (Or sister's, depending) room and stuff their bed, pillowcase, squishy beanbag chair, clothes, and any other objects you can find with pieces of paper that say "TELEGRAM!" on them.
15. Clean out your refrigderator. Conveniently hide any vegetables you find that you happen to positively despise in your brother's (Or sister's) bedroom, and "forget" that you put them there.
16. Wash all of the windows in your house.
17. Go back and press your nose against all of the windows.
18. Wash them again.
19. Decorate the edge of your computer monitor with stickers.
20. Make one of those silly paper chain things.
21. Go outside and hose down your garage door.
22. Clean the bathroom.
23. Count how many stains there are in your carpet.
24. Vacuum your brother's backpack out for him. Forget to empty it out beforehand.
25. Count how many cars go by your house in five minutes.
26. Use the bathroom, even if you don't really have to.
27. Don't forget to wash your hands.
28. Go into your favorite AIM chatroom.
29. See how many of your friends scream your name when you enter.
30. Go on PPT.
31. Go on Neopets.
32. See how many people you can find in the Neoboards who use proper sentence structure.
33. Only sentence fragments
34. Make a new account on Neopets for the sole purpose of stalking some little chatspeaking kid.
35. Randomly PM someone on PPT, but don't put anything in the body of your PM.
36. Try not to tap your foot while listening to your highly addictive J-pop that your friend Sasha sent you because your AIM isn't PMSing anymore. ^___^
37. Go take a shower.
38. Dry off.
39. Go take another shower, just for the sake of wasting water.
40. Color code your bath products.
41. Make a wallpaper for your computer.
42. Decide you don't like it.
43. Redo the wallpaper.
44. Plan out what you would do if you had a life.
45. Pretend to blackmail your friend Paul.
46. Decide that it was probably mean to pretend to blackmail him, and send him ice cream through the mail to make up for it.
47. But make sure you put the ice cream in a carboard box. Because cardboard boxes are cool.
48. Go on LiveJournal, look at the music everyone is listening to, and download any songs you see that you've never heard of.
49. Make a bunch of pointless posts on LJ.
50. Make a list of things to do to avoid your Geometry homework.
51. But don't take mine. | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment   |
| I feel so odd. In less than two hours, I'm going to be thirteen. I can't figure out if that's good or bad.
I don't know. I guess it could be good, since now I'll be able to do a lot more things that I can't do when I'm twelve, one of the main things being that I can watch more PG-13 movies. I've been able to watch a few ever since my brother turned thirteen (That was two years ago) because my parents didn't want me to be left out of watching a movie the rest of them were watching, but other than that, my parents have been rather strict.
I don't want to be thirteen because... Well, because then I won't be a kid anymore. I love being twelve. I'm still considered a child, and I can still have an excuse to act immature whenever I want to. I can jump up and down, scream at the top of my lungs, and be as hyper as I want when I'm twelve, because I'm still considered a kid (As opposed to a teenager) and kids are allowed to do that.
My party won't be tomorrow. My party is going to consist of my best friend, Ray, and I going to the mall, shopping until we're completely broke, then coming home and staying up late to watch movies and stuff. Maybe at three in the morning we'll go to bed.
But since Ray and her family are on vacation this weekend (I'm taking care of their dog) I can't even see her on my birthday. We'll probably have the party on Monday or something, but I still wish I could at least see her on the day I was born, instead of a day after.
There's lots of other reasons that I don't want my birhtday to come, but I'd prefer not to discuss them. I don't even want to think about them.
It's not going to be a happy birthday. In fact, it's probably going to be a very sad birthday, because I'm crying right now. I don't want to have a birthday. I want my birthday to go away. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Radio | | Subject: | Oddly Happy | | Time: | 09:08 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/happy.gif) pleased |
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| I'm oddly happy. It's an awkward feeling, but after all I've been through this week, it feels wonderful. The weird thing is that it just came from helping someone. You know that entry I made a while back about helping this girl I knew that had an LJ also? Well, I guess I've been successful at helping her. She seems to be stuck in the same puddle of mud as me, I guess you could say. Only it seems to be affecting her more, because it's such a big change for her. Her entries are usually rather depressing. She seems lost and very alone. I know she's not really alone, just like I'm not. But she feels like she is.
So I've been helping her. I give her advice and tell her why things happen, and help her realize that God will always listen to her, no matter where she is and no matter how many complaints and prayers she has.
She always seems so thankful for my help. She tells me over and over again that I always say just the right things, and that I should be a writer or a counselor because I always know what to say and just how to say it.
She makes me feel this strange happiness when she says these things. We've become closer friends since I found her LJ and started commenting on her entries. But whenever she thanks me for helping her, I feel this huge smile coming onto my face, a smile of genuine happiness. I don't smile much like that anymore. I usually only do that if someone is telling me a joke and I'm laughing. I don't smile much anymore when I'm just happy, because I'm not happy very often anymore.
Maybe this is happening for a reason. I guess that's pretty likely. Maybe by helping her, I'm helping myself, too. I guess so. Sometimes I hear stuff from other people, and I don't believe that it's true until I say it to her. When I give her advice, I can take my own advice and use it and know that it's not just some useless, fake advice, because I said it to someone else and I was completely sincere when I said it.
Technically, she's helping me because she's giving me the chance to help her. So instead of her thanking me, it should be the other way around.
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Thank you Brilyn! :D | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Radio | | Subject: | Tired Again | | Time: | 09:38 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/mellow.gif) peaceful |
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| I'm tired again. I had a big day today. Last night I had a sleepover with Ray, and we stayed up late. We got up at about 10:30 this morning, eating breakfast in bed at 11:00 and finally getting out of bed at 11:30. We made chocolate chunk cookies that were so soft and mushy that we had to eat them with forks, but they were SOO good, not to mention we had fun finding ways to waste time while we were waiting for them to bake and cool.
After we ate cookies, we went outside for a while and played some games (Aren't I such a kid? XD) and rode our bikes around the block. It was pretty warm out for January, about 55 degrees or so. Wow, rare for Charlotte.
At 4:00 or so, we got bored of our games. We decided we felt like dancing, so brought out her CD player, hooked it up to an extension cord and plugged it in to the outlet on her porch, and set it out on the lawn. She had already made up some parts of a dance, so we added to them, and spent about two hours dancing and practicing moves. It was fun. We took off our shoes and just danced in the grass, and got all kinds of blisters and bruises (from stepping on gumballs and pinecones) and grass stains on our feet, but we didn't care. The dance still isn't done yet, but it's getting there. It's to the song called Suga Suga.
We had been dancing the night before, too, fantasising about how much fun it would be to do the hip-hop dancing like they do in musicals, and imitating some of the moves. We were trying to do some of the really cool stuff, like when they take out a chair and dance around it, leaping over it and flipping off it and stomping on it, and finally end up sitting back in it again. I made up this one move where you cross your legs, uncross them, stand up, and then spin around and throw your leg over the back of the chair so that when you turn around, you would end up sitting back down in it again. It was awesome.
So now my feet ache, but I don't care. I had so much fun. I want summer to come again. I keep remembering things about summer. Things like the year when i went down to Orlando, Florida, and spent a week at this awesome resort that had a pool and a waterslide. it was like magic. We went to a party at the hotel, because my dad had gotten an invite to a convention, and that was why we were there. The party was for the people who went to the convention. At the party, they had so much music and dancing and food, and I had the time of my life. It was the first time I heard steel drums. Oh, how I love steel drums. They produce the most wonderful sound. It's like, paradise, coming from a bunch of steel. It's wonderful.
*Sigh...* And yet, as much as I want summer to come, it's going to ICE tomorrow. Can you believe it? Even after today's weather, the high temperature tomorrow is going to be 32 degrees. No joke.
I guess I'll give you this past week in a nutshell.
On Monday and Tuesday, we had no school. There was nothing much to do on Monday, but on Tuesday, I went to art. By myself. Rachel had an appointment with the eye doctor, but I think Raleigh plain forgot, or she just didn't want to go. No surprise there. Oh, well. I got caught up with them. I had been behind before, but I started a new painting, so now I'm even with them. The painting is of a coffee mug with coffee in it, a plate, and a spoon. It's pretty, with lots of bright, bold colors. The background is a nice shade of teal, the cup bright yellow, and the plate red. The spoon, of course, is silver. Painting alone was okay, even though there would be a few awkward silences between Sandi and I sometimes. It's better than having Raleigh jabbering gossipy crap in my ear constantly, I suppose.
On Wednesday, I went back to school for an average day. I had art there for the first time. It was boring. Very boring.
On Thursday, I had school again. B-Day. My new elective there is keyboarding, but it was boring, because we just went over rules and stuff. I can't believe how computer-illiterate some people are. My friend doesn't even know what a modem is. Oh, and my arch-nemesis (My other arch-nemesis, not Raleigh)is in that class with me. Sidney West. Oh, how I dislike her. Don't make me go into details.
Friday, or yesterday, was fairly fun. Math/Science/Tech, or Math Lab, or Math/Tech (Whatever they're calling it now, they keep switching the names around) was interesting. We were just joking around, and we wanted to bug the teacher, so we decided that every one of us would drop our pencils at the same time, precisely 2:30 PM on the dot. And it worked! It was so much fun. About two minutes before 2:30, everyone was staring at the clock, waiting. When the big hand finally hit the six, we all dropped them. There was a series of very funny clicking sounds as we dropped them, and Ms. mallory (The teacher) looked up at us weird. It had been dead silent in the classroom before that, since we were all working on definitions of geometry words. We were all laughing. Then, about a minute later, Jordan finished us off. He dropped his pencil one last time after it had gotten quiet again, and bent down dramatically, saying, "Oops! I dropped my pencil!" Everyone really cracked up at that. He's hilarious.
Later on Friday, Ray and I went to Raleigh's house. Her brother had gotten a prairie dog, and we wanted to see it. One problem. It had gotten loose! Raleigh and her brother weren't even worried! If I ever lost Kali or Angie (My ratties) I would search forever until I found them. I would be so worried, I would be crying.
Raleigh was drving my insane, though. We got to her house and decided to help search for the praire dog (His name was Chubs, aptly named for a chubby praire dog) but she had no common logic when it came to searching. I was trying to search room thoroughly and then close all the doors that led to them, so that Chubs would eventually have nowhere to go and get stuck in one place. but Raleigh wouldn't listen. We were lucky we finally found him, but I got annoyed, and I left the room when Rachel and Raleigh were playing with Chubs. I started talking to Maggie, who is Raleigh's dog. She's so sweet. I know it sounds weird, but it's true. We made a pact. We would both watch Raleigh, and Chubs, and Rachel. We wuld watch them. And she would know. We would confide in each other, and tell each other when something happened. I asked her if she agreed to this, and when I did, she licked my face. She knows, and she understands. I know she does.
Okay, so I think you get the gist of my week. Okay, it's 10:30 now, and I'm uber-tired. I want to go curl up in bed under my canopy in my pink panther PJ's and sleep like a princess until noon tomorrow, when I will consider getting up. Nighty night, all. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Wherever You Will Go by The Calling | | Subject: | Summer | | Time: | 09:15 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/excited.gif) excited |
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| I'm ready for summer. I don't know why. I keep hearing all of these songs on the radio that remind me of summer, like the one I'm listening to right now, which is Wherever You Will Go by The Calling. That song has reminded me of summer for two years now, because they used to always play it at the pool.
The pool... I love the pool. I think I was born to swim. My first and middle names have to do with water:
Marissa- Of the sea, from the sea
Lynn- Pool beneath the falls
Not to mention that I was born in June, in San Diego, California, which is smack dab next to the ocean. Isn't it ironic?
I'm a pretty good swimmer, too. And I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, I'm being truthful. I'm really fast, and a good diver. I'm not on the swim team because I don't like to compete, but during the summer I spend about ten hours a day at the pool. That's from opening to closing, opening at ten in the morning and closing at eight at night. Without hardly any sunscreen... I don't sunburn easily, with the exception of the little bit I get on my cheeks and nose. I just tan. And lots.
Oh, just wait until May, when it opens and it's freezing cold... Then I'll be driving you insane with my obssessing over it. This is nothing. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Bright Lights by someone... (I'm just waiting for Yoshi) | | Subject: | Haircut | | Time: | 10:08 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/cheerful.gif) enthralled |
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| Yay! I get a haircut tomorrow afternoon. I'm getting four inches off so that my hair is just about an inch past my shoulders. This also means I get all my split ends cut off, and I'm getting it layered, too. I'm looking forward to finally having less hair to worry about. It's been a year since I last got my hair cut, and it's down to the middle of my back now, whereas I had it cut before to about my chin. Scary, no? XD Anyways, I'm looking forward to it.
I'm also looking forward to the end of the semester. The last day is Friday, so no more P.E. after that! I hate P.E. It's like boot camp. No, literally. I despise it.
So Monday will be an A-Day (Don't ask about the A-Day/B-Day schedule... Confusing as hell) and that means I start art in school. I like art in school because I have Ms. Brunetti, who is SUPER nice and an awesome teacher. On B-Days though, I get to put up with keyboarding. Blech... I like picking with my middle fingers just fine, thanks. Oh well, I have Ms. Copeland, who is also really nice, not to mention she loved my brother when he was in her classes.
So nice teachers next semester. Yayness! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Morning Radio Talk Show | | Subject: | Yay! (Again) | | Time: | 07:04 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/artistic.gif) artistic |
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| I'm happy. I have art class today. It's not in school, it's right afterward. Rachel, Raleigh and I all take it at Raleigh's neighbor's house. It's forty bucks a month, which my mom likes, because most of the other art classes I've ever taken have been really expensive.
The lady who teaches it, Sandi, is super nice. She puts up with Raleigh and Ray and I all of our "girl talk." Of course, it's more Ray and Raleigh who do that. They end up gossiping about someone who is in all of their classes, and I just stay quiet. I'm a grade ahead of them, you see, so I get to put up with it. But I don't mind.
I love to paint. We mostly work with oils, but every now and then we do some sketching, just to practice. Right now I'm working on a picture of a little boat that's sitting in the ocean off the coast of Aruba, so it's really tropical looking, with lots of bright colors. It's hard though. I'm not the best painter, because I'm such a perfectionist, so I've been taking a long time because the boat has a lot of shadowing on it. I'm hoping to finish it up today or next week. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Linus and Lucy (Jazz Version) by David Benoit | | Subject: | Adventure At Hogwarts... | | Time: | 10:41 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/worried.gif) intimidated |
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| I just checked out this thing called An Adventure At Hogwarts that I heard about indirectly from Miss Padfoot. I read about it in her info, and I ended up stumbling across the link today when I was just surfing around on the LiveJournal site.
It looks awesome. It's a completely serious RPG, which I really like. I read through all of the rules and everything, and it seems really cool and super-well thought out.
See, what you do is create a character. You RP with that character as if you're in the books. It can be canon (From the book) or non-canon (Original.) I read through the article and the test about Mary Sue characters, and I realized that I pretty much made a fool out of myself when I first started RPing. I'm such an idiot.
Well, the whole thing sounds great and all, but I'm not sure if I should join it or not. I'm pretty sure that I could follow all of the rules, but what I'm worried about is the plot. It's rather confusing, and apparently it takes place during Harry Potter's sixth year. I don't know whther I'll be able to keep up or not, and I'm super afraid that I'm going to do something wrong. I don't know the books and everything as well as most of the people there seem to. If I make a mistake, I'll probably end up making a complete fool of myself in front of 50-100 people.
RPing there is most definitley different from RPing on PPT. For one thing, it's a much higher level. I don't know. I've been waiting for a chance like this to come along for quite a while, but now I'm not so sure if I'll be able to handle such a thing. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Montego Bay by Bobby Bloom | | Subject: | Ow... | | Time: | 10:19 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/sore.gif) sore |
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| Ugh, my middle finger hurts a lot right now. It got a really nasty paper cut last night when I was flipping through my Thot-A-Day booklet, and that was bleeding badly when I got it. Well, about ten minutes ago I was feeding my rats dinner, and one missed the pellet and accidently bit me on the other side of the same finger. I know she didn't mean it, because it wasn't like she was being mean and snappish, but it was really deep and started gushing blood and hurting so much that I had to drop the rats pellets, make a feeble attempt to shut their cage door, and go rushing off to find a bandaid.
It still stings some now, and it probably doesn't help that I'm typing. I can type fast, but I still pick, and I use my thumbs and my index and middle fingers, middle fingers mostly, don't ask me why. But I put some Polyosporin on it, so that's helping.
I'm tired now, but I keep listening to music, and I can't stop dancing. I'm in one of those moods. But it sort of feels good, because dancing is fun and it lets me express myself.
Anyway, this is probably my last entry for the day. It's almost 10:30 now, so I'm gonna probably go to bed in a bit, as soon as my finger stops the unbearable hurting. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Circle of Life by Ronan Keating | | Time: | 09:29 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/pink/determined.gif) determined |
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| I'm making another poem. I feel like it. Poems and profound thoughts cheer me up, and I need some cheering up right now. There is so much mess with this ASP shit going on, sometimes it's hard to bear. But my quilt is sewn with optimism, and it's staying that way.
My Stage, My Dance Floor
Fade in.
Here come the lights.
The curtains fall away,
It's just me.
One girl,
Standing on the stage that is now flooded with spotlight.
The music rolls in,
Slowly at first, but then gaining speed.
I am still,
Unmoving.
I can't find room for this thing called rhythm.
But then the spotlight crosses my face,
And my eyes open.
My arms start to move,
Then my legs.
I fall into step.
One and two and three and four...
The music grows faster, making it hard for me to keep up,
But I just grow with it.
There is no room for fear now,
It's all dance floor.
My dance floor.
One, two three, four...
Faster, it comes,
But I keep up.
I won't fall behind.
I won't trip.
Sometimes, there is no step for me make,
No place for me to go,
No spotlight on me.
But I keep going.
I won't fall out.
Five, six, seven, eight...
And one. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Let It Flow by Toni Braxton | | Subject: | A Poem | | Time: | 06:35 pm | | Current Mood: | creative |
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| I was sort of bored, so I decided to create a poem. I'm feeling profound right now, and profound thoughts are always good at the Garden Cafe.
Here is the poem.
My Quilt
Vibrance
Spun in
One half spool of optimism
One full spool of happiness
The fringes of fear, snipped off
Fallen to the floor, swept under the rug
One colorful design
Embroidered with threads of joy
Thrown into the wash tub
Fabric-staining tears scrubbed away
Sadness drowned out
This blanket picked up, the anger shaken away
Clipped up with wonder
Onto the line
My quilt is drying in the sun.
Piece of crap? Yes. So I'm not a poet, oh well. I was feeling in the mood. Feel free to comment, I'm always looking to improve my poetry.
I think LiveJournal needs to add a Profound mood icon. That would be my favorite. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | None | | Subject: | Bored | | Time: | 03:05 pm | | Current Mood: | optimistic |
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| I'm bored. Ray should have called me by now, she said she would today, sometime during the afternoon. It's 3:06 PM now.
I hope she didn't go to Raleigh's party. I mean, its not my desicion whether she does or not, it's not like its totally against my rules. I don't think I have any rules.
The only reason why I don't want her to go is because if she did, that means that she gave into Raleigh. She didn't want to go, and she said that she was going to be strong. If she gave in, then she wasn't strong. She's letting Raleigh get the better of her again, and I don't want that to happen, because if it does, then Rachel may never become assertive.
I guess I'll just have to be optimistic. Hey, if she goes, then maybe she'll have fun. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Going To Another Place by Manheim Steamroller | | Subject: | I am? | | Time: | 02:14 pm | | Current Mood: | worried |
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| I took a quiz earlier today that said I'm highly Histronic. Being Histronic means that you strive to be the center of attention.
Am I really? Seriously, I don't want to be remembered in life as the girl who constantly had to be the center of attention. I don't try to be on purpose! I hate attention seekers myself!
I don't know. Maybe that's why I'm always loud and hyper and outspoken. But I don't want to be the center of attention. I just want to be noticed. There is a difference. Is that so much to ask? To be noticed? I don't want to be shy and quiet and ignored all of my life. Isn't that normal?
I don't want to be this way. I don't want to be the center of attention. I want to be remembered. I want to leave an impression on people. That's all.
*Sigh...* I was also told that I'm obsessive compulsive. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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