Coulisse’s Blog

Ahem. This is comment on my previous post. That I deleted. I’m responding to it.

“take a chill pill life could be worse you could be dead so shut the fuck up and move on with your life quite your bitching and just move on or youll hate your life even more and that is no fucking fun trust me i know”

First of all, being dead isn’t such a big problem for me. I’ll accept death nice and easy when it comes. Two, that story. I’ve worked on it for nine months. I’ve lost sleep, skipped meals, dealt with hefty amounts of stress, and those little annoying things called headaches. I’m ready to sacrifice my leg for that story. Yes, I was bitching, though. I’m pretty sure that it’s a very human thing to do. I mean, I’ve been trying to not freak out and be cool, but I guess it just escapes my system. So sorry if I was trying to rid myself of stress. Besides, I’m sure that I’ve made it well clear that this is my vent. And if I haven’t, then who cares? I’m just a stupid kid with a blog that they vent to. So sue me. But I digress.

So, yes, it is only Tuesday. I was going to write more, but this insolent comment has put me out of the mood to write any further, so that’s it for today. Not even going to include a bloody quote.

HAPPY FREAKING TUESDAY.

Ugh. If only you knew how fucking much I just want to cry in a corner. I don’t know how it happened, but my story is no longer on my flash drive. I just called my friend who has an exact copy on her computer, but she wasn’t awake (I don’t BLAME HER; 6:45 in the goddam morning!), and her parents answered, and I’m so fucking sure they just about hate me right now. But I’m supposed to call right before seven, but it just sucks because they probably hate me, and I’m without my story, and I actually started crying. I almost did start crying when I was talking to her parents. God, I feel like such a bitch. And a retard. Ugh. Now I’m so close to crying again, it’s not even funny. And I can’t eat. And the Tokio Hotel concert that I was supposed to go to go canceled. Which shits even more.

And now I’m letting my cursing get out of control, but who really gives? Damn it, I’m so ready to just fall in a ditch and die. I feel like such a retard. UGGGGGH. DAMN IT!!!

She’s emailing right now, and I’m crying like a fucking moron, and I just hate the world right now. I really do. Fucking bastards that put so much stress on me. Damn it. Just go to hell. Everyone I hate just needs to go to hell. I’m serious. Go. Now.

Watching Top Chef with my sister. AGH. I want to read random shit on fanfiction.net, but no. I can’t concentrate when the TV’s on. Sadness. But it doesn’t matter. No one’s online right now, and I have nothing to do.

SO IMMA WRAIT RANDUM NUTHIN-NUSS!

I’m bored. Like, I have no idea what I’m really writing. It’s all going through my head, and out my fingertips. And now, I really just want to sleep. But I have to finish sitting my sources… NO. My sister. HEY, HEY, IMMA BORED. Just blah. Random, random, random. Soon I’m gonna watch Princess on ABC Family. Ugh, thank God my sister’s reading a book. It’s better than the super-annoying recorder that she just plays and plays. Well, time to do other random stuff before I pop a vein in my head or something.

Oh, by the way, if anyone can find me a website or something with the cut or deleted or extended scenes in the movie Eragon, that would mean so much to me. Because, right now, I’m banging my head against a frickin’ wall trying to find those scenes.

“Music plays on its own.” — idk, my BFF Marie

My stomach hurts. And that sucks. A lot.

All that aside, I was just going through random stuff that I read, and lo and behold, Fang’s Blog has a few updates. So the first one (less recent) is of funny and animal-related YouTube videos, and I’ve seen them all, so that’s nothing new. The next one was of some more music videos and stuff. I have not idea what that’s about. So then, we have the nice Sheep Tranquilizer Reaction Test, and I did that three times, moving up a bit each time, so by the time I was done, I was a Rocketing Rabbit. That’s the second highest rank (out of five, ha.) And, last but not least, and the most recent post of all, there was the nice little Japanese IQ Test. By the way, if someone happens to know (or stumble upon) the answer, please tell me. It’s killing me inside. Those Japanese are tricky. So are those Brits and Germans. Glad that I’m both. Kinda.

And now stomach ache is gone. That was weird.

Oh, but you think the pain of my merciless links are over! Hark! Do I my eyes beseechith me? I do not believe it so! But yes, ith it be, another link! And to what, my dear fellow? To something that I could only uncover from thy purity of luck! (no, really, I just stumbled upon it.) So, restith your eyes upon it, and clickith awayith! —> cheese.

Day one of Shakespeare in English and we already have this. God, I’m gonna be such a handful. Can’t wait for the rest of it, can you?

And now my sister just ratted me out for being on the computer. Two hole frickin’ hours too late. Gah. Whatever. But I need a quote… and fast.

Oh! Here’s one:

“I seriously think we learned more in Stelzinator’s class in one hour than the idiot’s class in one year.” –Me. Press that!

French class, to be more exact. And a lot of other things. But today, French was an obscure hell. I hated it with all my might. I just kept on muttering, “I hate this” “Can I just kill myself?” and “THIS. IS. HELL.” among other terribly negative thoughts. The French test sucked.

Then in gym, we had to run a mile. I ran the slowest I’ve ever ran for two years, or even my life. That’s what going to Health class and spring break does to you. And I’ve gotten a lower GPA than I have in a while, as well. Of course, that doesn’t surprise me because I’m just plain lazy. That’s all there is to it.

So now I have to miraculously conjure up a magic editing genie, or hit one of my friends until they edit, because right now, apparently, I need help editing my story. BAH. COME TO ME, EDITING FAIRIES!!

Anyways, I wrote two totally wicked poems the other day, and I don’t say this a lot, but I just LOVE THEM. Yup.

Speaking of things I love, I cannot pull away from “Vampire Diaries: The Fury and The Dark Reunion”. Again, I’ll now type something I never have; -OMGSQUEALDIES- Good book, man. Even if you don’t like Vampire stuff, I swear on my granddad’s grave, it’s got everything. Mystery, romance, action, etc. Seriously. Good book.

Now, I’m starting a small segment of meaningful or funny quotes. Now, watch and learn from my skills.

“Don’t take life too seriously, you’ll never get out of it alive.” –Elbert Hubbard

This quote was found with the help of http://www.amusingquotes.com/. Thank you, and good night.

And I don’t mean the Tokyo in Japan, but Tokio Hotel, one of the best bands in the world.

AND THEY’RE IN teenVOGUE.

HOLY CRAP, this is awesome. They gave reviews for other bands like AFI and Fall Out Boy, too. On a scale of four stars, TH scored a two and a half stars. Bastards.
(Okay, maybe they deserved it a bit.)

So yeah. Had to go to karate class. In a tennis court. While the sun was shining. And we were in all black. And burning to a crisp. While doing that, Jonathan (green belt and friend) and I tried to do katta three. And we failed. Around a third way through we couldn’t figure out what to do. So almost ten minutes went by with us trying to get through the katta just by guesswork. Fun, fun, FUN. Haha, no. Finally we got the instructor (I wanna call him sensei, but then I start to laugh) to help us. After that, he left, and we got through about half of it. Then failed. And had to get sensei back over. The other upper belts were too busy watching the black belts fight. Neagh.

So, yeah. Fun stuff. Not really. But whatever. Now I’m gonna go wander around the internet…

I was bored (no surprise there), and I checked my email. Turns out my friend Marone was bored too, because this is what she sent me:

hey, i havn’t e-mailed u in a while, so i just wanted to say WHAZZZ UUUPPP???? i
know ur life is incredibly boring w/out hearing my bbbbeeeuuuaaattiiffuulll
voice! hahaha, so hows ur dog? don’t hold out on me, i know ur keeping him
somewhere! well, when ur ready to confess, i’ll be at home, waiting. remember,
its not healthy to stay in denial! well, im glad we had this nice chat, and i
don’t blame u if u don’t answer. tooooodddllllessss!!!

Clearly, I have no dog. I’m not hiding him either, Marone. There’s a reason that I don’t answer, too. Press that! HAHA! … not.

So yeah. Just typing away with nothing to do. So bored. And I feel stupid because I left my precious notebook in my locker, alongside two beautiful, and two no-so-beautiful drawings that I did in Art today because I was (guess what?) bored there too. And my mom will soon be back from Baha Fresh, and I’ll be in trouble if I’m caught on the lap top. I’m a freaking computer addict. Whatever. Like tea. Earl Grey. I might be addicted to that stuff. Sounds funny, but I might. I dunno, I’ve been drinking decaf, because that’s all we have left of Earl Grey, and I don’t really fancy Lipton tea. Agh, now I’m yammering. Pfft.

Quote of the day: “I’m not a very motivated person.”
(haha, my quote, suckers)

Seriously. I think I’m too bored to even function. Frig, I’m really bored. Super-dee-duper-bored. So bored, I think my boredom is bored. That’s saying something. God, I think I’m going to scream. No, I’m too lazy for that.

…I continue to be bored. While bad rap music plays on the radio, and yet I’m still too lazy to change it. AGH. Miley Cyrus is playing… -eyetwitch- GO TO HELL, CYRUS! Feh. Feh. Beh. Keh deh. Leh. I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I was thinking bout. Jesus, she just killed Miley, said my best friend Marie. THAT’S HOW IT SHOULD SOUND. Boredom is toxic for my mind. Neagh. Oh god, now it’s “Touch My Body” by M. Carey. GO TO HELL WITH CYRUS, CAREY.

So yeah. Stupid rambling. On and on. Fish. Muffin. I’m tired. There’s no school tomorrow. Fun. WEEEEEE. Crappy music… too lazy to turn off radio. So bored. And lazy. God, this song is so stupid. Pie. SUSHI!! BAGELS!! … okay, that’s enough for now. Think I’ll just go on quizilla.com until the rest of my brains fall out…

Alrighty. This is funny. >>[link]<<
Even if you don’t like Maximum Ride, I found it quite hilarious-o.

So I’m back from Florida. And back home.
I already miss the hot guys. And my friend’s Aunt Loppy. Yes, Loppy. She was the coolest person that I’ve ever met…

And I got new earrings. My mom said the metal might give me an allergic reaction… if in that case, I will give them to someone I don’t like with a piercing… maybe Justin… hehehe…

Dammit, I’m going to Tokio Hotel, whether or not Bill’s cyst is gone.

Now I feel a sudden urge to draw…

For the tag, I just spelt ‘Florida’ wrong about five times…. ‘Spelt’ is not a word…

I AM GOING TO GET MAXIMUM RIDE 4, DAMMIT!!

…just as soon as I my mom gets home from my sister’s piano lessons. But that makes no difference! I will get it today. And cry if I don’.

So, I started crying today in art class…. after I said “I just… no one has said ‘I love you’ lately and…” Then came some tears. It was terrible hearing myself speak. I wrote a poem… but I just don’t feel like posting it here. Or anywhere really. But it’s basically about… my feelings of longing, some misery added, and even a hint of insecurity. I mean, real insecurity; not like a girl with a lisp, looking at herself in the mirror saying, “Oh, these jeans make me look fat.” No. Different insecurity that can’t really be explained, even. So, basically, I wanted a hug all day. From one of my friends, maybe someone who I had hopefully just mended my friendship with. But what made me feel good was just talking to my friends. I mean, it felt good to talk. Because I’ve been down lately…. Neagh. Margie said it was good that I can get my thoughts and feelings down on paper. That’s good, I guess, after all the emotions that have been flooding my mind lately.

Aside from that, FLORIDA IS GOING TO BE A BLAST! YEA BOI! Gonna be so sweet… my friend’s mom said that if any boys talked to my friends and I, she’d take a dull knife and cut… off… well, I’m sure you can guess what I’m about to say. But that’s not going to happen. Florida is going to be the place to reinvent. The place to be the person you’ve wanted to show all along, but were afraid of what people at school or karate or any other place would think. And it wouldn’t really matter anyways; we’re not there for very long. But hell, it’s gonna be sweet.

I am listening to “Low” by Flo Rida right now. (hah, Flo Rida… just got off Florida topic… haha) And I seriously would turn the radio to another station if it weren’t for the laziness that lies in me. Yup.  Thank you… it’s over. And now Sweetest Girl… feh. I like that song. Depressing, yes, but it has a good beat.

Now, my mom will be home soon, so I gotta go… and buy MR 4!!! WHOOO!!