Thursday, April 28, 2005

Bold All That Apply

Boredom has struck. Don't feel obligated to read.


1. I keep most things to myself
2. Some people can make me smile from just being in the same room as me

3. Yep, I've met Ian Watkins
4. I love deep conversations with my closest friends
5. I worry too much
6. My hearing is appalling
7. I like reading the lyrics on the album cover as I listen to the song
8. I used to talk to myself
9. I still do
10. I hate squinty teeth
(What are squinty teeth?)
11. Looking at old photos makes me sad
12. I dance in my bedroom
(living room when no one's home)
13. I don't get as much sleep as I should
14. I love my Mommy
16. Pretentious people piss me off
17. I love it when you know where you’re going but the person you’re with doesn’t
18. I get upset easily
(it depends)
19. I like my teeth (I don't not like them.)
20. When I'm listening to music walking down the street, I sometimes imagine I'm in a music video or a film
21. I tend to get upset when drunk
22. I love getting a hug from someone new (if that counts rock stars, then yes)
23. I hate when the rain makes my socks wet
24. I can be obsessive about some things
25. I don’t believe I have a ‘crush’ on anyone that reads this
26. I like tight hugs and when people smile just at you being there
(if I'm in a gooey, huggy mood--not very often)
27. I like it when people are happy because they make me happy
28. My hair looks the same as it did a week ago today

29. I like sharing a moment of happiness with someone over apparently nothing
30. I hate it when I don't understand things
31. I like when it rains heavy when it’s warm
32. The sea makes my legs sting
33. I like the noise of bricks falling on each other
34. I love the smell of gasoline even though I know I shouldn’t (and Sharpies and rubber cement!)
35. I love nicknames
(Crystal + Me = Queens Of Nicknames)
36. Geordies are of the few English people I can stand (Who???)
37. I don't think I could live without a camera phone
38. I like the photos you get in booths
39. I don’t think the word ass sounds good with a Scottish accent
40. I hate when people nod their heads at you instead of saying hi
41. I wish I wasn't so shy
42. I like routine
43. It pisses me off when people make stuff up to appear more tortured
44. I wish I wasn’t so lazy
(sometimes. I do enjoy my laziness.)
45. I wish I still talked to some people
46. When I look back on most of the things I’ve done I cringe
47. I’m too lazy to be this ambitious
48. I always start giggling when I’m with myself thinking of funny stuff people have said

49. I like praline flakes very much (don't know what they are either)
50. My ears are burning
51. I wish I had a photographic memory
52. I miss being a kid (sometimes)
53. There are some moments I wish I could have back
(Yes!! "Your arm in mine, here near midnight, and it feels so right." Right, Crystal?)
54. I’ve had my hair every colour of the rainbow (unfortunately, no =( )
55. I make no sense a lot of the time (ask anyone)
56. I am overly paranoid
57. I love music
("love" isn't the word)
58. I wish I had the confidence to say the simple things (sometimes)
59. I hate fake people
60. I can take pictures in my mind
61. Sometimes I keep feelings bottled up for sake of others
62. I often say I don't like things in people, but do them myself and don't realize it

63. I wish too much
64. I love halloween
65. I hate having bare walls in my room
66. I hate feeling nostalgic
67. Whenever I hear a bell I jump because I think it’s my alarm clock and think I’ve been dreaming
68. I don’t like phoning people because I assume if they wanted to talk to me they’d call me (I hate feeling like a bother)
69. My little toe looks like a rocket
(uhhh.....)
70. I wish people wouldn’t change (only some people, of course)
71. This has been the worst year of my life but the best at the same time
72. I hate when people don't say goodbye before signing off AIM
73. I hate QVC, especially diamondique
74. I like the feeling of knowing someone thinks I look really good
(never happens with me, haha)
75. I'm perfectly happy sitting doing nothing for hours at a time if I'm with people I love
76. I'm a day-dreamer
(big time)
77. Family meals are a rare occasion
78. Nothing would make me so happy as an A in science
(who f-ing cares...)
79. Sometimes I enjoy sitting around myself for hours doing nothing (I have to be doing something)
80. I hate petty people
81. I love to make people smile
82. I like songs that remind me of being a kid
83. Right now I am addicted to tescos Melon Medleys
84. I DON’T look forward to leaving school
85. Silence can bring a smile to my face
86. I can cook all by myself
87. I don’t really like hanging out with lots of people all the time
88. I wish I could sing well

89. I quite like my jacket XD
90. I’m too forgiving sometimes.
(I forgive on the basis of bandiness and coolness sometimes. Ex. Jeremy and Michael Jackson, heheh. Otherwise I hold grudges forever.)
91. I’m too critical (probably)
92. I think I smell fine. I hope.
93. about a fifth of my waking day is spent day-dreaming (probably more)
94. I hate when you know people think you are up to something, and you can’t help act guilty even though you aren’t
95. I wish I had more money
96. I wish I had a scent that people thought of me when they smelt it
(um, I don't know if that's a good thing)
97. I don’t feel the need to have lots of friends
98. I like winking
(Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!)
99. I love slang
100. I wish I didn’t get attached so easily
101. I love the smell of matches burning
102. I'm crazy about someone
103. I feel as if I've lost close friends
104. I tend to be
[very] moody
105. I wish I could forgive a lot of people
106. I wish I still had some of the friendships I had
107. I wish someone never entered my life
(??? Maybe?)
108. I like a lot of mayo
109. I like mustard
110. I miss a family member more than anything
(Crystal's coming home in once días!!!)

Too Fun, You Should Do It Too!



Angela Jeniece Sparks's Aliases



Your movie star name: Tortillas Robert

Your fashion designer name is Angela Belgrade

Your socialite name is Anna-pooda New York City

Your fly girl / guy name is A Spa

Your detective name is White Tiger Buckeye Valley

Your barfly name is Twizzlers Wine

Your soap opera name is Jeniece Hills Miller

Your rock star name is Tootsie Rolls Rocket

Your star wars name is Angser Spaear

Your punk rock band name is The Melancholy Dead Deer Head


"Free small sheep with purchase of mattress."

You should love me because I am sixteen years old and I haven't shaved my legs in weeks.
You should love me because I love my sister and I listen to hardcore.

My name is Angela Sparks.
I am sixteen years old.
I haven't shaved in weeks.
I can write.
I own a pair of hot pink fishnets.
I want to buy rainbow high-top Chucks.
I love the way a mixed-tea-aroma pours out of a freshly de-plastisized box of herbal tea. (I'm drinking peppermint tea right now. The spoon that I am stirring it with has most definitely been chewed on by a previous diner.)
I am a diarist and self-absorbed. {You couldn't tell, could you?}
I am currently reading two books that scare me.
I cut my own hair on an emotional spike.
I like rainy days better than sunny days.
In general, I don't like malls.
I am in love with a boy who waits tables at Steak N Shake. He is too old for me and he (supposedly) has a robot that I drew -on the back side of a placemat- hanging on his wall.

Robin wants a fag, to give her shopping advice.

Today Kelly apologized and told me he loved me because I looked at him too seriously.
Today Jeremy licked/kissed me on the cheek.
Today someone told me that if I hated them, they would still love me anyway. It wasn't true, but nevertheless I almost cried.

I think the [unsightly] spectacles that have been worn recently by The Boy That I Want To Hug are going to become a permanent fixture on his face. ::defeated sigh:: Oh well. You can't win 'em all.

Feel free to comment and yell at me for being so self-centered.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

It's Funny 'Cause It's True!

Closer To Regret: Some people have really stupid blogs.
cybergum13: No kidding.
Closer To Regret: And there are a ton of robot ad ones.
Closer To Regret: I hate that.
cybergum13: Me too.
cybergum13: And then there are the "lik omg" blogs.
cybergum13: They're real. But worse.
Closer To Regret: Yes.
Closer To Regret: Because they're all in pink and the things can't spell.
cybergum13: And those things that follow your cursor!
cybergum13: I hate those.
Closer To Regret: Me too!
cybergum13: And the background MIDIs and pictures that take forever to load....
Closer To Regret: I tend to find alot in Portuguese as well.
cybergum13: And those popups that say "welcom 2 mah blogggg!!11" or something.
cybergum13: I get a lot from Singapore.

.......................t.i.m.e..i.s..p.a.s.s.i.n.g........................

Closer To Regret: I'm still laughing about the previous comment.
Closer To Regret: Ooh, my stomach hurts.

I will look at this tomorrow, and it will not be funny at all. But for now, I laughed for at least 7 minutes straight.

Monday, April 25, 2005

"This Town Gets So Boring..."

"I'm so damn bored I'm crawling out of my skin
The devil's got more room to play"

Sunday, April 24, 2005

All The While My Soundtrack Is Playing...

I cringe as I type in his name. I hate doing this. (I think.) But I do it anyway. The 28th. Oh. Is this the off-month or the on-month? I think back to March 28th but I can't remember. My days slide and sludge together ("the days blend together and the weather never changes") so that I can't tell one from another anymore--an endless strip of early mornings, naps, algebra homework, is Adam wearing pink today? i saw the Harvey's in the hallway i'll let you help me move the couch late-night internet rendezvous pretzels and peanut butter m+ms parental fights i'm not speaking to you high school drama rolling eyes walks up the driveway dirty sheets why weren't you at church? lying i'm busy leave me alone i need you fake art pitter-pattering hearts with shifting glancing eyes rearrange us rearrange us rearrange us ? Copy.
..........O
........--l--
Listen: /\ We're all poseurs--maybe we should just admit it and have another Summer Of Love--I want another Summer Of Love<3

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Ripping Actually Takes Longer Than Burning

So I got back from work a couple hours ago and stood around deciding whether I should take a shower now or tomorrow morning. I got on the internet while I was debating and here I am, roughly 2 1/2 hours later, still sitting in front of the computer, beginning to look a little greasy and definitely smelling like a giant moth ball. Lovely mind picture, isn't it?

Today she had me clean off the kitchen cupboards (Murphy's Oil Soap- hurray!) which took over two hours. She has alot of cupboards. But it was a nice break from the usual monotony of vacuuming for five hours straight. It was a nice break for about the first hour, anyway. Then it got really boring. At least Murphy's Oil Soap smells better than that awful central-cleaning-system hose does.

Another good thing about cupboards over vacuum was that we listened to music for most of the afternoon. Barry Manilow, Elvis, and some awful country chick at the end. Even the Elvis got a little slow after awhile. Still, it was better than nothing, and it gave me something to think about. (I usually really run out of things to think about around 2.) Mostly just "Wow, she's stupid." and "What is it with people and romance?" but still. It's better than, "I think I might commit suicide just so I can get out of this house. I wonder if you could make a noose out of this hose.... Should I strangle me or her? ::gags on mothball smell::" So yeah.

Well, I did admit it. With this hair, I am now, just, cute. ::hurls:: Definitely wasn't my intention. Oh well. I do have shorter hair than some of the guys at school now. That is fun. It makes me want to date them just to hear people say, "You know something's not right when his hair's longer than his girlfriend's." Oh, the conservative folk. ::grin::

Note to Chris (who does have stuff to say, if not very frequently): Look who's burning you CDs right now! *pokepoke* See, I told you I'd do it eventually. :D I have discovered what a terribly speedy process it really is. That means you should burn mine, too. This also means that you should check the comments on my Michael Jackson post. (Disregard Susen's because she can't disagree with you, it would cause purple slime to come out of her right ear unceasingly for the next three years. Either that or she's just MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU! So her's doesn't count. =P)

Okay, what else to blog.....
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I swear, I always think of stuff to post, but then when I get here everything leaves my brain, and you end up reading (or not reading, you choose) boring rambles about me cleaning someone else's kitchen with Murphy's Oil Soap. Hello Angela, not interesting! Boring. While I'm on the subject, check out me and Bethany's philosophy on boring:

hangonrookie: why is boring so boring?
Closer To Regret: Because it's boring.

Great. My life is............... //

I'll come back if I think of something. That is, if my brain ever starts working again.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

HYSTERICAL When You're Slap-Happy


Me And Chris Fight About Michael Jackson. Again.

=D

cybergum13:
I just read your comment.
cybergum13: "My opinion of you is sliding south, Chris. First Michael Jackson, now this... ::shakes head::"
Closer To Regret: ^_^
Closer To Regret: That's right.
cybergum13: How you can -possibly- use Michael Jackson and Blindside in the same comment, I don't know.
cybergum13: You should be taken out and beaten with a tire iron and tossed into a nearby body of water.
Closer To Regret: =-O That's so morbid!!! Christopher!
cybergum13: Sadly I can't take credit for it. I stole that from a show I watched earlier.
cybergum13: She was actually talking about people who steal dogs and then only return them if there's a reward offered.
cybergum13: But I really liked the expression.
Closer To Regret: ^_^ I guess so.
Closer To Regret: Anyway, I can VERY possibly use them in the same comment because they both have great, fantastic music (if drastically different styles) and gigantic mobs of fans.
cybergum13: .....
Closer To Regret: (Although I think MJ wins out on that last one.)
cybergum13: ...I feel sick....
cybergum13: I got the image of Michael Jackson and Blindside on the same stage, and...
cybergum13: Oh, man...that's too horrible for words...
Closer To Regret: You make me sick for refusing to admit his goodness.
Closer To Regret: That'd be quite an image.
Closer To Regret: I don't think it's that bad.
cybergum13: This is why I never admit to knowing you.
cybergum13: I mean....
cybergum13: Uhm...

Who's side are you on?

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

We've Corrupted Her :)

Too funny.

hangonrookie:
o my our conversation gets even better
Closer To Regret: haha, What?
hangonrookie: beer
Closer To Regret: What?!
hangonrookie: hahaa Smirnoff ICe twisted green apple found out how good it was last night haha
Closer To Regret: You did?
Closer To Regret: Or him?
hangonrookie: me did :-[
Closer To Regret: haha!
Closer To Regret: I love it!
hangonrookie: hehe it was SOO Good too i have 2 bottles left in the trunk of the car
Closer To Regret: Bethany?!
hangonrookie: yes?
Closer To Regret: That doesn't even sound like you!
hangonrookie: I KNOW whats wrong w/ me ? help
hangonrookie: ha I told crystal we needed to try this and mikes hard lemonade when she gets home haha
Closer To Regret: hehehe'
hangonrookie: oh man im talking about booz
Closer To Regret: ::laughs::
Closer To Regret: Sweet Little Bethany!!!

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Paris Hilton Got All Fat

hahahahahahaha...



Okay well actually she's not fat at all, she just got normal. But she was practically wasting away before, so not that she's actually there it's like, "Whoa!" She looks all fat.

hahahahaha

Saturday, April 16, 2005

I Have A Packet Of Taco Bell Hot Sauce In My Pocket.

A Packet In My Pocket. Okay, so I suck because I never update this thing.

Last night me and Bethany went to see The Fold and Dan The Poophead had no idea who we were. We still had alot of fun though, discovered a new band (Chasing Victory) and the existence of man who looks like Christian Lindskog. !!! I spent a grand total of 61 dollars and some 30-odd cents just last night. 34 of which was on music alone. Look:

$8- to get in
$25- Fold hoodie (I got the last one ever of the super-indie-hoodieeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! whee!!!!!!)
$20- Fold CDs
$6- Chasing Victory EP
$2.s0methings0mething- Jr. Chicken Strips at Steak N Shake where the fat, ugly girl who doesn't like me was our waitress

I think The Fold overcharged me on those CDs. There's no way that coulda been 20 bucks. But after I thought about it at work today, I decided it was okay, because they didn't do it on purpose and they need the money more than I do. (Gas is expensive.) So I don't mind.

It was a night to fall in love with the drummers, to be sure. First band (superlocal) = couldn't see him. The Fold = got a lip ring; grew his hair out; reminds me of someone but I can't tell who yet; is very nice. House Of Heros = is very skinny, gorgeous, and European-looking; specifically, looks like Mr. Blindside 1 with his summer hair; has beautiful tattoos in places I can't tell you. Chasing Victory = wants to pray with people after the show; drums barefoot; has an adorable and soft Georgia accent; has funky blonde-ish hair.

Trev was at Steak N Shake. =)







Generation X, generation vexed!

I love how I always seem to do this with people. We go 'round and 'round trying to figure out why on Earth the other person likes to talk with us. Haha.

I really, really, really wish that I didn't want you.

(Susen is not allowed to comment on that last bit because it is not what she is thinking.)

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Today...

...I braided the sides of my hair and pulled the rest back as well, it looked nice I must say, in a Swedish kind of way. It was the first time I've put my hair up (other than a ponytail or "nubbins" =P) in like three years.

...Two white trash kids were gettin' it on in one of the hall nooks. I saw them on my way to English. I also saw a lump at the back of his neck where her tongue was pushing the skin out! Okay, maybe I didn't see that. But close enough. It was not a pleasant afternoon experience. They made me want to cut my tongue out. I don't understand people who have no sense of decency. A quick peck? Okay. NOBODY wants to see anything else.

...I took John Wise to the back corner of the library and showed him a photo from the 60s of a young woman in simple clothes with beautiful long legs. He took me out behind the school and showed me his massive-temp-SUV, supposedly the kind of car that discriminatory people drive. It was sunny and we looked artsy and it's fun doing things you're not supposed to.

...I agreed to go to this senior high girls Bible study thing at the Jenny Underwood's house (new pastor's wife), and I do -not- want to go. I feel like changing into all black just to spite her.

But Tess is gonna be here in a few minutes and I don't have the time; not that I care that much anyway...

The guilty undertaker signs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The sliver saxophones say I should
Refuse you
Cracked bells and washed out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
It's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad

Sunday, April 10, 2005

AOL News Says...

"Camilla, 57, is now officially the Princess of Wales, although she will be known as the Duchess of Cornwall in deference to enduring public affection for Diana. When Charles is crowned, she will be queen - but the prince's office says she will use the title "princess consort" instead."

Darn right.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Charmed, I'm Sure





You are








I do stupid things.

It makes me think of the Spitalfield album sampler. Stop Doing Bad Things. (They're not any good aesthetically.)

Julie Sparks Quote: "I was going to the bathroom today. And, I saw... a radio! So I was pushing buttons and it wouldn't come on but then it came on and I heard, 'Attention, attention!' And I was like, 'Ohh! This is a good song!' so I played, the whole song, and then I turned it off."

.todayichasedthecatupthestairsandmybedhelditsarmsouttomeandicollapsedinitandiwasunconsciousuntileight.


I love this scruffy Swedish man.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Oh wait, I forgot! Caitlin's hair looks like Julian's!

Drowning In Self-Centeredness

Wearing my hair up makes me soft. (I'd rather be difficult.)
Dull colors
The Plain White Ts
Dirty hair and hippies
Certain t-shirts
Yellow makes me bitter.
Hoodies turn me stand-offish and sullen.

I'm not ready to come-- go.

In government I decided that I am tired of being in Spanish-speaking countries and I no longer want to go to them. I don't know what that means. It worried me a little.
In English I look up at Kelly. There is a freckle on his neck that I want to touch.
I think of a new method of control.

A fat girl was wearing the most beautiful black skirt.
When I asked her where she got it, she said, "Old Navy."
Even so, I will go get one.
I have ideas.
I need that black skirt.

I hate the gothic cowboy (who in the end turned out to be neither gothic nor a cowboy) because he looks at me and gets bored.
I hate the one who talks like Adam because he cocks and shows me arrogance. (for no reason, and daily.)

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Garage Stock

Nine hundred garage bands? Bang. This, my friends, is Garage Stock. Go and look. Then come back here.

Okay?

Okay. Regretting that I didn't tell you all about this sooner so you could've voted as well. Our local favorites (and I mean favorites) Something Like Holden Caulfield -featuring the hideous yet somehow beloved Dave Edwards- were an option, I was delighted to discover. I voted for them. You can't. Because I didn't tell you about it sooner. I stink.

Anyway. Crystal. We must go. Four days of American indie bliss. Sweet.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Wouldn't You Like Us To Psychoanalyze -You-?

CrystalLite176: we should be pyschoanalyzers of people
CrystalLite176: we ROCK at it
Closer To Regret: haha, Yeah we do, I must admit.
Closer To Regret: ;-)
CrystalLite176: i'm serious! have you ever met anyone even HALF as good at it as us???
Closer To Regret: Nope, no one else even tries usually.
CrystalLite176: oh. i guess so
Closer To Regret: lol
Closer To Regret: I mean, we're that much more genius-y to even THINK to analyze people.
Closer To Regret: And we usually nail it every time.
CrystalLite176: I KNOW! we are like...another breed. we are... PHILOSOPHERS!! they think of things that other people don't even think to think of
Closer To Regret: YES!

Friday, April 01, 2005

"The pontiff was treated by the Vatican medical team and provided with ''all the appropriate therapeutic provisions and cardio-respiratory assistance,'' the Holy See said. It said the pope was being helped by his personal doctor, two intensive care doctors, a cardiologist, an ear, nose and throat specialist and two nurses."

You can read the whole article here if you want, but I just thought I'd post this 'cause, you know, Seinfeld, the ear, nose, and throat guy? =D It made me laugh.

(P.S. I wouldn't really read the whole article if I were you. It took me like an hour. But maybe because I was being distracted by a boy and Tara <-- who was being relentlessly funny.