I <3 Seinfeld

Ok, me and Crystal were debating on good new screen name for me so you will not all continue IMing Stuart or my Dad thinking it's me. We sort of ruled out everything that wasn't Seinfeld, because, come on, it's the greatest show not on television and it's highly quotable. Your opinions would be appreciated. :)

PoorLittlePinkus
MyMothersAMatron
NoSoup4You
VegetableLasagna
SayAstronaut
SerenityNow (probably taken)
NiceGamePrettyBoy
HappyPappy
ButRShave (Crystal's idea)
RoundTine
WellAlwaysHavePancakes
Wouldn'tULike2BABigBrother2Some1LikeMe (Also Crystal's)

And then all these from their movies:
PrognosisNegative
RochelleRochelle
CryCryAgain
DeathBlow
TheMutedHeart

Okay, so half of them are jokes I could never use, but they're funny, eh? :D Let me know if you like any of them, and being a Seinfeld fan would help. ::blows kiss:: Thanks guys!

My Sister Is Funny. So Is Elaine. Especially When She's On Muscle Relaxants. Elaine, Not Crystal. But I Bet Crystal Would Be Funny On Relaxants, Too.

That was a great notice about the Wonderful Guy Contest. I read it aloud and laughed. Why do we even bother to find out people's real names? We never call them that. We just re-name them and completely forget their legally given name ever existed. We even have most of the people around us innocently convinced that the lead singer of The Academy Is named Julian, and that the lead singer for The Matches' name is Adrian. Then there's Bobby. I am always -this- close to calling him Bobby to his face every time, that's how much it's ingrained upon my brain that his name really is Bobby. Ben has not existed for years.

How did Bobby get in the same category as Julian and Adrian? Oh, not his real name. Right.

Ok, so I have this bit start to a story that I cannot figure out what to do with. It's been sitting in my Documents bank for over 3 months and I can't come up with a good way to continue it. I'm not even sure where I want it to go. It sort of goes like this:
Boy likes girl. (Original, huh?) Or at least has stalked her to her school for some reason.
Girl is cool.
Girl is too cool to fall in love with Boy.
Although Boy is cool, too.
But that would ruin my fantastic start to the story and turn it into some sappy-crappy-crap. (Great word, I know.)

It's lack of plot and progress is starting to really annoy me. I'd scrap it, but it's really good! Not to sound arrogant or anything.... Every time I read it I go, "Wow! This is great! Was it really me who wrote this?" Ok, so it's not actually that good, but I'm rather proud of it. I think my girl is stinking cool. She reminds me of Eryn Smith. Which is why her name is Eryn. Now I just don't know what to do with her. ::cries::

I can link you if you promise not to freak out cause my girl swears.

ANBERLIN'S SOPH-O-MORE ALBUM COMES OUT TOMORROW so everyone go and buy it! Like Crystal! Who I am making buy it first (not that she had a problem with that) and tell me whether or not the rest of the album sounds exactly like the first one. Mwa ha ha ha ha. P.S. They are the Featured Artist on PureVolume hoy. Yay! Cheers and applause all around. Jimmy was never in the band.

This post wins the Longest Title Ever award. I also wrote it in a kooky mood, canst thou tell? Of course you can.

So I shall leave you with this last piece of advice. 24'S ON TONIGHT! WATCH IT!

These Are Such Vomitous Colors

I'm so tired. I think I might be getting sick. If that's the case, it'll be something I caught off of Julie. Bleah. At least she wasn't puking. Maybe I have mono. Like Lisa. And Jill. And the Butcher Bishop. I'm researching it. Isn't that the kissing disease?

Well, now I've got all that I need because I've got All That We Needed!!! Heehee. Come on, with an album title like that there's no need to resist a horrible pun, eh? What I didn't mention earlier was that on Wednesday me and Bethany went to Pat's and ordered two copies. Gary That Everyone Loves But Not As Many Or As Much As They Love Dave said that they would probably be in on Friday. I was doubtful. But alas I should not have doubted Gary That Everyone... who works at a record store. He knows these things, right? So Friday they came. And I love it. Of course!

You know how when you get a new cd you have that new cd feeling? Like, sort of tingly and you have this urgent feeling that you have to listen to it so you can learn the songs and stuff? I got that with The Matches, but not the Ts. All That We Needed feels like it's always been a part of my cd collection. It just fits right in quite nicely. The Plain White Ts make me comfortable. It's all very friendly. A Nice Feeling. I <3 them.

Yeah, that's right. You read it. I HAVE E. VON DAHL KILLED THE LOCALS! It was the only one at Best Buy. Me and Bethany went there after Pat's on Wednesday, just in case. I will relate the story of what else we did Wednesday later, because it actually is a story. It was the first time in a long time that I've actually done something. And after school too. Ooh.

That made me think: "For the first time, since the last time when we, made eyes for what seemed like an eternity." Now, if you can tell me who does that, you will single-handedly win the game. What game? I don't know.

Ok, so basically the only way you can diagnose Mononucleosis Commonly Known As Mono is talking to a doctor who gives you blood tests. But I know it makes you tired. And I am tired. Not that I really think I have mono. But I'm just saying. And yeah, it is the kissing disease. Excuse me. Virus.

Quote Of The Day (Or Last Night): Adam said it, commenting on the fact of how 'famous' Joan suddenly was. "You know if we were married, I would be, like, Mr. Joan Girardi."
I <3 Adam, too.

Say 18, Oh The Cheese

Tuesday at lunch we laughed.
Quite a bit and enjoyed ourselves trying to decide which of Jeff F's little brother's friends were good friends for him or not.
(Harvey is one of them.)
We pointed and laughed and chattered and I generally acted like a total idiot.
It was one of the very few times that I've actually had fun at lunch.
I mean, not true fun (= concerts) but fun for school, eh?
And I thought later, "What a sad, crappy day today was."
"But lunch wasn't bad."
"Well, I laughed, and I really did enjoy myself."
But I wasn't happy.

Ohhh-kay

Show wasn't last night. Show is on Saturday. The Plain White Ts. That means it hasn't happened yet. I haven't missed it, but I will. That means I get to spend another night sitting and moping on the couch watching cheesy movies and drinking off-brand Dr. Pepper with no carbonation. Great. Can't wait.

I Can Breathe Now

Ok, now that I've got that out of my system, I can tell you four partially- or fully amusing things that have happened or that I have seen lately.

1. There is an add in Yahoo! Mail for life insurance. Their "catchy advertising line" is "If you die.... Love continues." Draw back in horror! That's awful!
2. They have signs up at school advertising the annual blood drive, and their catchy slogan made me laugh all the way from the office to the art room: "Warm someone's heart this winter. Donate blood." Eww. Hahaha! Eww.
3. Our German exchange student got busted for weed. His host family kicked him out. And they're sending him back to Germany! Hehehe....
4. The bandy kid in my studio class that wears the jeans Crystal loves cut his hair. (Now before you freak out and begin pleading with the gods of rock for the answer as to why all guys with good hair must cut it just when it looks the best, let me assure you: It looks awesome. Guess who's hair it looks like? Christian's!!!!! Party all around. Of course it looks good now.) He calls it a reverse mullet. But he now has the greatest hair in our school.
5. It's not like it hurts much anyway.......

Attention! Attention! May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room if only, if only for one second. Will you hear what I have to say? Oh, did I mention when I see you it stings like - to the fact that we could have something that'll never happen. Do you hear what I have to say?

Attention! Attention! Upside down and inside out. Attention! Attention! Upside down and inside out....

(That was me bursting into song.)

Warning: Mass Complaining Immediately Following This Announcement

Weep. Weep with me. For it is Black Tuesday. Terrible Tuesday. Everything Wonderful Is Happening Without Me Tuesday.

Just what makes this day so dark for our dearest Angela?, you may be wondering. If not, well.... get out of my blog. You're mean. Anyway, today is The Plain White Ts album release date. My friend DAN and his band THE FOLD is opening for their release par-tay in Chicago tonight. Isn't that a wonderful, happy, fantastic, throw-a-party-and......-party kind of thing?, you ask? It should be. It very well should be. But, ALAS!, I'm not going to be there. Why not? Because Crystal is at Liberty and I can't drive. Chicago is six hours away, my friend, and not an easy place to convince your mum to run you over to. Dan! And Tom! All together! And Tim Poo with his mullet (Yes, it is a mullet. I don't care if you're offended, that's a mullet.). Chicago. Tonight. Dan and Tom all together when we originally didn't even know they knew each other existed! The fact that I'm not going to be there doesn't suck. It's beyond sucking. It's so bad it's like, potatoing. I don't even know what that means, that's how bad it is.

Well, at least I can pick up the album, right? And I can listen to that, and it will make me feel much better about everything. Right? NO! I can't get the album!

1)There is no where that has it in stores today. No where that will ever have the PWTs in store. They're on Fearless Records and no one has ever heard of them unless I told them.

2)Even if it was, I have no one to go out and search for it with, because Crystal is in Virginia (also unable to get to it), and Bethany, the only other person who understands our love of the Ts (heehee), had to work till 10 tonight. No one shall be open then. Except, WalMart.

And if I ever found a PWTs cd in a WalMart, I would start loudly singing "Attention, Attention! May I have all your eyes and ears" right in the middle of the store, no joke. I know, that's the wrong band.

But see, if I was going to the release party it wouldn't matter, because I would be there, and could of course pick up the cd there, and Dan would be there, and if all else failed at least Tom would give me a hug and it would all be okay.

But, speaking of The Academy Is... oh, The Academy Is, the fantastic Academy Is fantastically playing in Cleveland tonight! Tonight! Guess who's not there? ME! I want to cry. I'm listening to Attention and can't believe he is in my state at. the. moment. and I won't be there. Can't be there. Julian's freaking in Cleveland right now! Loud procession to the Wailing Wall. And I can't go! Oh. This is awful. I try to comfort myself with the fact that the show is $17.50 and they're opening-opening.... But it doesn't help. Oh!, what I would give to be kissing Cleveland right now! It's all Liberty's fault. Julian even told us about the show (like we didn't already know, heh) back at the Agora and said we should definitely come. If Crystal weren't at Liberty, we would be grilling my classmate Adam with questions right now. And those moves, those moves, those beautiful moves! His little hand! His hair! His worn-out jeans! Bare feet! Oh! I'm crushed.

To rub my loss of any type of luck in, we get a postcard from Aunt Pam today. "Aloha From Hawai'i!" Today she was at Pearl Harbor. Tomorrow she's boogey-boarding and snorkeling. While I'm stuck in the house by myself doing nothing and surrounded by piles of.... Snow. Hawaii! I'm cold.

I think I will go stand outside and breathe just so me and Julian and 17-year-old ADD Adam and The Smoking Willie Guy and the Butcher Bishop and...... The Hat Guy (I wasn't going to forget him, I swear) can all at least be breathing Ohio air together. Then maybe I'll just....... sit down in the snow and....... cry.

According To The Traveling Knome...

I need a change of scenery.

Reminder (To Me): The next ~new~ Academy Is song is up tomorrow, which means I only have this afternoon and evening to fill up on Black Mamba. Ahh! I haven't heard it in at least two days, I'm suffering withdrawal. Since I am at the school library at the moment and so can't exactly play it now, I shall sing it to myself. Sing with me! "We've got one chance to break out, and we need it now! Cuz I'm sick and tired of waiting, sick of this _______ apartment!" Heh. Yeah.

Anyway!

Reminder (To You): He-lloooo, The Music Game has been up for days, and only two people have played, one of which is my sister. YOU ALL MUST PLAY!!! Sam, Tess, any other random people who fall across this while next-blogging! Play, I command thee!

Ok, I found out about the loonie. It's not an animal at all. It is the unofficial but commonly used slang term for Canda's one-dollar coin. On it is feautured a common loon, Canada's national bird, hence the nickname loonie.

But guess what? This is fun. We as Americans have a loonie-cousin to the Candian loonie-dollar. The Minnesota state quarter that just came out this year has a loon on it (their state bird) as well. So everyone, we can call the Minnesota quarters loonies! Yay! In fact, why don't we just call all quarters loonies? Yay!

Night

I was thinking of this when I heard the sound of a violin. The sound of a violin, in this dark shed, where the dead were heaped on the living. What madman could be playing the violin here, at the brink of his own grave? Or was it really an hallucination?

It must have been Juliek.

He played a fragment from Beethoven's concerto. I had never heard sounds so pure. In such a silence.

How had he managed to free himself? To draw his body from under mine without my being aware of it?

It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as though Juliek's soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings--his lost hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again.

I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget that concert, given to an audience of dying and dead men! To this day, whenever I hear Beethoven played my eyes close and out of the dark rises the sad, pale face of my Polish friend, as he said farewell on his violin to an audience of dying men.

I do not know for how long he played. I was overcome by sleep. When I awoke, in the daylight, I could see Juliek, opposite me, slumped over, dead. Near him lay his violin, smashed, trampled, a strange overwhelming little corpse.

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Not far away I noticed an old man dragging himself along on all fours. He was trying to disengage himself from the struggle. He held one hand to his heart. I thought at first he had received a blow in the chest. Then I understood; he had a bit of bread under his shirt. With remarkable speed he drew it out and put it to his mouth. His eyes gleamed; a smile, like a grimace, lit up his dead face. And was immediately extinguished. A shadow had just loomed up near him. The shadow threw itself upon him. Felled to the ground, stunned with blows, the old man cried:

"Meir. Meir, my boy! Don't you recognize me? I'm your father . . . you're hurting me . . . you're killing your father! I've got some bread . . . for you too . . . for you too...."

He collapsed. His fist was still clenched around a small piece. He tried to carry it to his mouth. But the other one threw himself upon him and snatched it. The old man again whispered something, let out a rattle, and died amid the general indifference. His son searched him, took the bread, and began to devour it. He was not able to get very far. Two men had seen and hurled themselves upon him. Others joined in. When they withdrew, next to me were two corpses, side by side, the father and the son.

I was fifteen years old.

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I awoke on January 29 at dawn. In my father's place lay another invalid. They must have taken him away before dawn and carried him to the crematory. He may still have been breathing.

There were no prayers at his grave. No candles were lit to his memory. His last word was my name. A summons, to which I did not respond.

Poor Lonnie/Loonie

Jake8fire: LOL I am searching for a endanger specie project
Jake8fire: and this thing says "Is the Loonie an endangered specie?"
CrystalLite176: what??????????
Jake8fire: But I looked at it quick and I thought it said, "Is The Lonnie An Endangered Specie? Economist Says Yes."
CrystalLite176: what's a loonie
Jake8fire: I have no idea what a loonie is
Jake8fire: LOL
CrystalLite176: LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that is so funny!!!!!!!!!!!
CrystalLite176: lonnie is an endangered species tho!!!!!!!!!!!! he's gone!!!!!!!!
Jake8fire: I know!!!!
CrystalLite176: poor lonnie/loonie

It made me think of, "I love you Bryan/Ryan!" hehe....

Scream Those Lies

Today I ate pulled pork on wheat bread and finished watching Peter Pan. It was one funky combination.

I am downloading a song called "Happy Valentine's Day" by some punk band called Have Fun Dying. They obviously aren't real punks because on their PureVolume profile they apologize for not screaming or playing breakdowns. That kind of disappointed me, come on, if you're gonna have a band, don't apologize for your music. But I forgave them enough to download one of their songs because, honestly, how can you resist a band called Have Fun Dying? :D That's just awesome. Their entire first album is up for downloading, they're from Tulsa. (Collective "Aww.") Plus they've got a song called "You Spiked The Punch With Apathy." What's not to love? Well, we'll see if they're any good.

Consensus: I like it. They've got fantastic, really good guitars. Your typical super-short punk song- 1 minute and 41 seconds, it took like 30 seconds to load. Their lead singer's voice is really weird. And sort of flat. But I'm downloading another because you can't judge 'em all on one song. But there is no way that kid is from Oklahoma. He kind of sounds.... Australian. I think he belongs with The Newsboys. Oh well. He has a nice sweater and an even nicer power stance.

So:
guitars- two thumbs up
vocals- one thumb down
style- sweeeet

Have Fun!

Kerosene

"I hate how people can just leave without saying goodbye."

I never said goodbye. All the times I've left him and I've never said goodbye.

One note releases my heart to fly.

The Music Game

Ok, we're going to play The Music Game in honor of me having a snow day today. (You should all go play too on your blogs. It's fun.)

I've created a playlist of all the music on my computer, shuffled it, and am now presenting a list of the first lines from the first 25 songs. (Or if the title is in the first line, some other line.) Now you look over the list and see if you can tell me what songs they are and who does them. Who ever gets the most correct wins, and you get bonus points if you can tell me what album it’s off of. Okay? Here we go...

1. What just happened? The Hollywood Empire strikes back and this time I am standing in their way.

2. Wake up, think fast. Three weeks have passed, we are changing.

3. [lots of "bum, bum, bum bum"s] Here you can feel divinity they sing of(out?) every year. "It's A Wonderful Life" on TV, but it's even better here.

4. Now you’ve been staring at the sun for awhile, is it hurting your eyes? I know you want to put those shades on and walk on home with a tan.

5. The phone starts ringing again, I think it’s my girlfriend. This time I know that it’s finally over.

6. Take me (far from all that’s wrong), let these (fears collapse inside), take me (back to when I) believed. [all those parentheses should give you a clue =)]

7. She said what I was supposed to think, “Thank God for freedom, thank God for liberation.” Yeah.

8. Mark said he could hold his own head up and share his mind with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall.

9. I know we just got here but I think it’s time to go. I didn’t want to believe it but now I know.

10. Save yourself, ‘cause the only thing that matters is that you get away from the pain and the thought of losing your mind.

11. Wasted, paralyzed, beneath ten thousand layers of disguise. Built to save what's left that has already worn away.

12. We write to apologize. We ask to look past life as it goes by. I know you have sacrificed time, life, love, time to fly.

13. Yeah! With big guns and big ambitions. Never-ending arguments. When is your ammunition spent?

14. Tonight my heart is cold, lost in your lies, shallow replies.

15. Turning over in interrupted slumber, you ponder others, growing ever wakeful.

16. One in three, you're here to tell me we can't do this. Three for three, I'll disagree.

17. I thought you'd come back, at least I prayed. (So I prayed.) The romance has been dead (the romance is dead, the romance is dead) for years.

18. I think you know what I'm getting at. I find it's so upsetting that the memories that you select- you keep the bad but the good you just forget.

19. They won't see the fire you have lit inside of me.

20. Take, take these words in. Take them like you did the foreign excitement.

21. Are you listening? We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor.

22. And while I sit and watch girls and boys trade views of new tattoos, I wonder if it's too late to call your mom and catch up on some news. [So cute. Too cute to resist.]

23. I know I told you, but I dole out excuses. I'll get home just as soon as I can, it'll be alright.

24. Case is closed, you're back into focus. The jury's out, you're closing in.

25. As I recall when my stomach turned and I was hiding away from myself, away from You, like nothing -but something- was terribly wrong.

This really does make my music sound quite weird. Especially 13-16, that's just an odd bunch.

Ok, have at it!

Black Mamba

"Oh Mr. Magazine!"

I'm listening to the second new Academy Is song they've posted on PureVolume, the whole thing this time. I got to listen to it this morning because I thought I was running late but really I got up early, but I only got to hear part of it because.... Whatever. You don't care. The point is, I like it. The chorus makes you want to dance. 'Course, lots of their stuff makes me want to dance. It contains the signature narcissism (and I mean narcissism) and Julian's new idea that he suddenly swears and is.... tough. Or something. ::laughs:: (He's absolutely making a fool of himself too, I might add. Even those less observant than Crystal and I, who don't study The Academy like we do :P, notice this. He's just not the trashy word type. He is the pureness and beauty and rain type.) It's fun to hear his voice behind new words. "Pick it up, pick it up...."

A funny trend I've been noticing in the new stuff though, is that they are all rather.... pop-y. Not really, because I think what I think is pop-y really isn't at all compared to pop like Britney Spears (die!) or something. But I mean, like more pop-y-er. The EP is so artsy and funky, you gotta admit, the songs are just flat-out weird. But that's what I like about them. 'Season' off of the LP is probably the most pop-y, happy.... and yet he still retains his arrogance. ::shakes head:: Oh, William. (that felt weird) Anyway, case in point- I'm worried the new album won't be half as great at the EP is. And even though that means less artistic flair musically (which is disappointing enough in itself), it can also mean only one thing: Girls. I HATE GIRLS.

This is my message to the girls: LEAVE THEM ALONE. THEY'RE ALL MINE AND I DON'T EVER INTEND ON SHARING! ::scary face with claws::

What a brat I am. Only when it comes to The Academy Is, though. And Lonnie. ::more claws:: Grrr.

Tomorrow we'll play the music game. And you all have to play, or else it won't be any fun. (In superhero voice) "We're counting on you!" :* 'Night.

The Epitaph Tour 2005

"Words so secure, screaming like an aLARm!
Are you trying to wake me up?"

I have Si-lence. :P Mwah!

LISTEN UP CHILDREN, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all fans within 8 hours of a large city: EPITAPH'S FIRST EVER LABEL TOUR coming to every major U.S. city Spring 2005! Dates run Feb. 2nd - March 19th. Why did I not hear about this until now? Then again, I have a slightly deja-vu feeling... ^_^

That means Matchbook Romance, Motion City Soundtrack, From First To Last, The Matches, and Scatter The Ashes. Problem being, you don't get Scatter The Ashes and The Matches every time, they're split. Kind of like West Coast dates got Namur during the Internal Storm Tour. Anyway, in case we get The Matches...

Crystal, they're playing The Odeon in Cleveland (remember, where I was SUPPOSED to see Blindside on the 14th???) on March 15th - WILL YOU BE HOME ON BREAK?!?! Doors at 6, show at 7, tickets are $13.50 for everything. Whee!

Either way, everyone should -whether you can get to a show or not- go to the mini-site they've made for it and sign up for the contest to get free stuff from the bands, grand prize is a drum kit that has been played and signed by all. O_o

Shoot, shoot. Go!

People Tick Me Off

Just booted another close friend. I guess I shouldn't have done that considering I don't have many of those to begin with. It was my fault for talking anyway, what did I expect? One fairy tale does not mean everyone else, or even anyone else, is going to be respectable. But I guess it all worked out for the best, now I at least know she wasn't worth my time anyway. That sounds so pompous and self-righteous, but I deserve to protect myself after all the stupid things I've done and that have happened to me in the past. She's not a complete worthlessness, that's not what I'm saying at all, it's just... I guess even after all that we weren't meant to be friends. ::shrugs:: That's okay, that's just the way it is sometimes. I'm fine, after all, I apparently thrive on disappointments. If Sonny could see me now he would most assuredly be laughing. Not that this is anything so tragic, but it does fall in nicely with the string of let-downs, big and small, that have become my expectations over the past eight months.

But I am losing close friends, friends period, rather rapidly lately. How does that work? Well, even I know I'm not the easier or most pleasant person to get along with. I'm a really crappy friend I think, a taker I know, sort of nit-picky and whiny, looking at you through a magnifying glass. But only to people who really know me.... ahh, I don't know.

Whee! Angela's a screw-up! How long did it take you to figure that one out?

On another note, 24 was on tonight. I hate the new head of CTU. I mean, you're supposed to, and the actress is doing her job well. But, "Jack! With your famous shades and when that smile turns!" Okay, sorry, not that Jack. Jack Bauer!! Woot. The only person I would bet my life with and not worry. Too bad he isn't real.

But why worry about that when, Look- I can insert random beauty here! Julian looking about 15 years old.



::blows kiss:: Fantastic. ;)

Smile, Baby

You know how some things or people just make you smile? Maybe you're in a bad mood, maybe you're really trying not to smile, but when they tick you, you just can't help but smile. Here is my (albeit small) list of people that, under the given circumstances, I just cannot help but smile for.

• Mr. Grimes- Whenever he calls me "Smiley" or "Sunshine" (in jest, of course) or asks me to please smile, just once, no matter how hard I try -and I always try hard- I break into a grin. Which I hate because it always makes me look like such a poseur.
• Julian- a)him smiling at me, and b)watching or thinking about his fabulous moves. My favorite is when he gets this little smirk and jerks his neck sideways a bit, turns, and puts one hand out to the side in an "as if" sort of style with the arm fully extended while sort of, waving his upper body. I know that sounds completely freakish, if not completely girly, but on Julian, it just all works out... beautifully! I wind up traipsing down the hallway with the world's silliest grin on my face looking like a goon.

That's all I can think of now. That's probably all there is. I know, 2. It might look pathetic, but take into consideration that I am not a smiley person. It's a big feat to make me smile when I don't want to. And they ^ always get it.

I'm Completely At Sea!

ADAM JUST TURNED EFFING SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD! ON SATURDAY!

Mostly

I Miss You by Blink 182

"The unsuspecting victim Of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find me" You grew up a lot in 2004. And it was mostly a very good thing.

What 2004 Hit Song Are You?

Psst. I can't stand Blink 182, they are so cliche.

You Know What I Am!

I feel like singing!

"I'm good to go! And I'm going nowhere fast!" Oops, I forgot, I don't like them. Ok, let's see.... Oh here's one. "Bloblahbloblough cause you're boyfriend CAN'T read!!!" That's all I know. "Your eulogy, is like poetry, BUT! your -MOUTH- is like a MAG A zINE!!"

Listened to Emery -whee!-, went to school late unscathed, filled out my metals exam and bounced home again. Got in a really weird mood (can you tell?), tried not to laugh and scolded myself (boy, I am rude), found happy bands on PureVolume. Went next-blogging and found "Ryan's Wedding Tips" --very odd gentlemen I run into these days, wouldn't you say? People who can't speak English and try thoroughly amuse me.

AHHHH!!!!! THIS IS MY POLICTICALLY INCORRECT BLOGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ooh, here's a loser: "I love to play my trumpet!! I also love hanging out with all of my friends and I love my boyfriend, Eric!!" Woohoo!!

Ok, I swear I'm not on drugs, I swear.......

HAHAHA

This is fun! While next-blogging I got the same person twice!!! W0W!!

Boring, boring, boring. Blogspot is boring. It's 11:30 and I have to go back to school in a half/hour. Blah. I don't want to take the English exam!!! I should stop wasting my time on here and get something to eat. Food is a good thing. I ACTUALLY FOUND A FUNNY BLOG!! Woot!

Hey I found out what it is...

NOW FIND THE FAULT BECAUSE YOUR BOYFRIEND CAN'T READ

He can't read, he can't read.

Quizzes, Memes, Whatever

Hehe.

Goth 88% Loner 75% Punk/Rebel 50% Stoner 50% Drama nerd 25% Ghetto gangsta 25% Prep/Jock/Cheerleader 0% Geek 0% What's Your High School Stereotype? created with QuizFarm.com

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You Are 22 Years Old

22 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

I could've told you that. (Seems like I'm saying that alot.)

You scored as Winter. You are WINTER. You're more introspective, thinking deeply, feeling deeply. You love nothing better than to enjoy one on one time with those who are important to you. You are cautious, and sometimes second guess yourself. Dreams, though you have them, are a luxury, because life is not a plaything. Winter 80% Fall 60% Spring 50% Summer 40% What Season Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

It's 2 PM And I'm Already Home!

I hate exams. Blah. Well, not too much, it got me out of school 2 hours early hoy. Tomorrow's my slacker day: metalworking and English. Woot! And I even get to break home in the middle of the day.

Ahhh... I am listening to The Author. "Just follow the story, the fall of The Author..." "Our eyes are fading. Sleep alone." Julian, Julian, how I adore thee. Speaking of which, I am doing an acidic engraving of him in metals. Mounted on glass, making that adorable kissy face, it's sure to be beautiful. Of course it will be beautiful. He's in it. The Academy Is...

To Chaos: I don't feeling like re-commenting so I will answer your questions here.
$ FOB = Fall Out Boy, a band with a certain style and kind of following. I am a completely-in-the-closet fan because, well, there is a certain type of people who like Fall Out Boy, and frankly, I don't like them and don't want to be associated. *sigh* I know that sounds lame, but I guess you sort of have to be a nut like me to understand it.
$ Movies: The Bourne deal is good, what did you think of Eternal Sunshine, not a big fan of Spacey, and The Aviator is a good one.
$ Happy New Year
Your daughter is not about yourself.

Ok, people confuse me. How is it that the people you wish would put up with your crankiness always haul out, and the people you really want to be mean to are the only one's that are stubborn enough to stick around? I need some new weapons.

How Did He Get On My Buddy List Then?

frequentbeaner: Hey, do I know you? I have your name on my buddy list but I don't know who you are...
SpinalTapwater: erm, i dunno
SpinalTapwater: what's your name.
frequentbeaner: Angela Sparks
frequentbeaner: who are you?
SpinalTapwater: hm, Kevin Risner
frequentbeaner: hmm that name sounds really familiar..
frequentbeaner: do you know an Olivia Hinkle?
SpinalTapwater: not that i can recall
frequentbeaner: do you know anybody at DCS?
SpinalTapwater: no
frequentbeaner: lol, ok then i guess I don't know you
frequentbeaner: sorry to bother you
SpinalTapwater: that's ok
SpinalTapwater: sorry about that
frequentbeaner: lol bye

Kevin Max, Asians, And Other Foreign Languages

Asian people talk the weirdest breed of English I have ever heard! Not that that's a bad thing, I'm just pointing this out. It's English, but they throw in all these weird spellings and their own little regional slang words and idioms, etc. It can be really hard to understand. They all do it too, it's bizarre. Sou Shuang doesn't write too much of that, only once in a great while will she write something that I can glean no meaning from--which is good, otherwise it would be really hard to be her penpal.

Speaking of being her penpal, heh, I have been sinfully awful at that lately. I need to write her SO BAD it's not even funny. Maybe after this week with all my projects, and after next week with exams, maybe....hopefully.... Ahh. Sou Shuang, if you are reading this: I am sincerely sorry, you are still in my thoughts often. You will see a letter. I just...don't know exactly when. *sigh* Sorry.

Ok, this K-max song "Be" -while carrying a fine and needed message- is quite lame. (That reminds me, I want to watch Seinfeld.) "Beeeeeee, be yourself! There's no one who does it quite like you. And beeeee no one else, cause if you don't, then who is going to?" It just sort of saddens me a little bit. I mean, come on, Kevin Max, supremely artistic, talented, feather-boa-wearing man. I have come to expect higher quality work from him. Oh well. Let him "Be" himself. ;)

How is it that I run into soooo many Blogger blogs in completely foreign languages that randomly stick in English phrases and then keep going in native tongue? Spanish, Portuguese (there's alot of those for some reason), German, Middle and Far Eastern gibberish, suddenly break with odd phrases ["I want to believe!"], bursts of cursing [!@#%$! $*@# you!], and the like--meaning other completely unrelated random topics and why did that turn into a link? Umm...

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

I'm becoming a closet FOB fan. SHHHH. Don't tell anyone.

These are your good years
Don't take my advice
You never wanted the nice boys anyway
And I'm of good cheer
cause I've been checking my list
The gifts you're receiving from me
will be

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last
breathe to me
Before you bury yourself alive

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Happy New Years baby
You owe me
the best gift I will ever ask for
Don't call me up, when the snow comes down
Its the only thing I want this year

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
All I want this year is for you to dedicate your last
breathe to me
Before you bury yourself alive

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I could care less