Updates, Schmupdates
FEH. I had to go to the wonderful little place called the dentist. My gums still hurt….
Anyways, I stumbled upon a little something here, and it’s killing me right now, not knowing what the hell they’re saying. KILLS ME. Almost kills me as much as the fact that my friend Lena is now pissed at me because I told her that Garrett Hedlund smokes. She reminds me every day. Kind of annoying. But Aside from that, I’ve noticed something. The only time you can really tell how old a picture is of Tokio Hotel is looking at Bill’s hairstyle. After that, it’s quite obvious. Short hair= young picture, maybe around 15 years old. Long, lion-mane hair= current day. And more (stupid) links would be here and here. Yes, I really am that bored. And in the second one, Georg’s hair actually looks good, and Gustav looks… like a nerd. But would it really kill people to add English subtitles?! I mean, I’m sitting here, trying to understand all this! Oh, and what’s even better, Bill and Tom look so young, and so dang innocent. It’s almost scary.
Again, I am reminded of my dreams of the glory of being a famous musical artist like Tokio Hotel or something.
Bah, I’m pressed for time. I’ll continue this little dream thinking thing later.
Burnage
Tokio Hotel concert… today and yesterday in NYC…. *cries* So close yet so far… And I’m tired like I don’t even know what. What’s even worse was that French was a bitch today, and Health was (as usual) annoying. I mean, really. It was irritating as hell. I’m not even really sure what I’m writing right now.
Ah, and my mom’s reading my story. Last night she said to me, “There’s a lot of kissy-kissy stuff going on…” My thoughts at that moment: “OH REALLY? Come on, I’m a teenager! Plus, romance sells books!” All that aside, I’ve officially started my sequel. Thing is, I don’t really like it, so I may restart it. Agh, so much fun with that… not.
Then tomorrow I have to go in for a meeting with my adviser… who for some reason can still not grasp the fact that I need to finish editing it before it can go into Lulu.com, which makes my life very stressful. What’s even worse for my stress levels is the fact that I hate my French teacher (followed by everyone else in the class); I’m not learning anything in French (yet again followed by everyone else in the class); my Math class is noisy, therefore making it hard to concentrate; my sister’s a brat; high school complications (nuff said); my passion project (my story, with the publishing and such); and more that I cannot think of at the moment.
Aside from that, I have one more day to do my book report and one more day to study for Finals, all because of LEAP YEAR! On the more depressing side of that, that means I have one more day of French to go through with, one more day to wait for spring break (and to go to Florida), one more day to wait for school to be out for summer, one more day to wait to be 14, and one more day to wait for all this other stuff. That makes me sad inside.
Blah. I have nothing to do. Ha, I shouldn’t be saying that. But still, I don’t have anything to do that I want to do. Besides watching TV. And damn it, Margie’s got me hooked on Gilmore Girls. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY MARGIE! I AM SUFFERING THE ANXIETY OF NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENS AT DEAN’S WEDDING! (God, I’m so late in the series, I’ve only watched about 10 episodes altogether in my life.)
And, I have rained on Lenna’s parade. I told her that Garrett Hedlund smokes. She loves him. She hates me for telling her. HAHAHAHA. Take that fate! I no longer am obsessive and/or passionate about Garrett Hedlund! I still think he’s good-looking. Not crazy anymore, though. Ha, ha, go and sigh your relief filled sighs Margie and Marie and/or whoever I’ve forgotten. Hell, laugh at me if you want. Whatever, do the hokey-pokey and get it over with, you turkeys.
Ah, another message to Margie (I know, I’m almost done); THANKS FOR THE BIG-ASS BRUISE THAT NOW RESTS ON MY LEG WHERE YOU KICKED ME.
Okay, that’s really all this time. Drive safely.
Whoo, President’s Day
Fun stuff. No school for me!
And I’m wasting my time trying not to find my misplaced planner (holding all of the crap that I need to do), and instead doing nothing, writing this journal, and listening to Dane Cook in his little Vicious Circle. All behind my dad’s back. Muahahaha. Oh, I just seethe with evil. I even almost blasted Tokio Hotel’s song, ‘Scream’ right at the “SCREAM!!! TILL YOU FEEL IT… SCREAM TILL YOU BELIEVE IT…!” while indeed she was sleeping, but alas, my plans were foil’d. Ah, so sad.
Now, Dane Cook, man. That guy is frickin’ hilarious. Eh, I’ll probably get over the whole “stand-up” comedy thing soon, but right now I’m friggin’ ADDICTED. Speaking of addicted, tea is hard to pull away from. I mean, I’m here having tea, and it’s about… say… 60 degrees outside. Come on people, I live on the northern hemisphere! I’m on the 35′ mark of the latitude mark! It should feel like this in Florida, when I actually am in Florida. Just goes to show how badly we need to fix global warming.
Two Hours
In exactly two hours from now, I will leave my home to go to school. Why? you may ask. Because, I have… A TWO HOUR DELAY!! WOOOO!!
And no one cares. At least, no one should, but the ones with the two hour delay. And now I have nothing to write about. So, I’m gonna go check my mail.
kthanxbai.
Note to Self
Sweetened Soybean Milk tastes good. I’m serious! I went to Pho An with my family and we ate there, and it took forever to convince my mom that the brown sauce that I was using wasn’t fish sauce. I thought it was ginger. Turns out it was just a sweet/gel-ish soy sauce…
And mouthwash burns like HELL. Never try that without some water added or something… bad memories, man. Bad memories.
So I have school off on Tuesday for whatever reason I do… And I am alone. Wait, I’ve gone through this already. Well then, I’ll just throw some random links at you so you can all SUFFER!!! MUAHAHAHA!!
Okay, Tokio Hotel is my favorite band. Of course, the Twincest is really off and such, and drives me insane.
Ah, nevermind. Time for orange chicken. And by the way, black cherry soda is awesome. That’s all. For now…
EVERYBODY PUT UP YOUR HANDS, SAY… I need comments DAMMIT
‘Tis true. God, I sound like a total snob in the title. EEEh, now I feel bad. Me feeling bad= not good, my friend. Hey, hey, you, you, lookie here:
http://www.theartofzen.blogspot.com/
It’s discontinued. ^^;
But that’s okay. It’s a funny blog, and I feel that at times I can relate. Psh, I’ve only read about… what? 5 posts? Hell, she’s funny. I don’t care.
Agh, news later. I need to go write something and study for a French test that I shall proceed to fail.
