Coulisse’s Blog

Okay, since this day only comes up once every four years, I just thought I’d write a post for the hell of it. Now, I must admit something… I am deeply and greatly in love with Girl Scout Cookies. I cannot deny, they ROCK!

Anyways… yeah. I want tea. But unfortunately I’m too lazy to go make some. But, on the better side of things, there are only about 17 more days until the 4th Maximum Ride book comes out! YUSSSSS!!! Then 22 days till Spring Break HOLYCRAPYESIAMGOINGTOFLORIDA. Sorry. Dork moment.

Now, I’ve got this flower left over from National Singles Day, and it’s still alive. Not looking too hot, but indeed is it alive. Sure, the edges of the petals are black, but that just makes it cooler. Now, I just need to find an awesome vase for it, and I am so going to take a picture of it.Yeah boi. This is my fourth Thin Mint.

And now I have run out of things to write. So… yeah. Peace out.

PS- YES!!! THE BEAUTIFUL AND UTTERLY GLORIOUS WEEKEND!!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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…

Two words: High school. And I get to go to Northweed. No, that was not a typo. Yes, I said Northweed. Northwood High has a reputation of having…. bad rep… with the whole stoner population. Fun stuff. Unless I get into that good writing academy at that other better school… hmm. Anywho, I got recommended for honors… everything. I mean, I have honors classes out the wazoo. Yes, I went there. I said WAZOO. Honors Geometry, Honors Matter&Energy, Honors English, Honors French, and… oh yeah, Honors US History. I hate history class. I hate Science, but that’s just because the teacher is so monotone and boring with a capital Z. I hate English because the teacher gets on my last friggin’ nerve! I hate French because the teacher is so annoying. Now, what’s left? Nah, math is fine with me, though my peers in that class are too loud for their own good.

So, my mom won’t let me go shopping with friends on Tuesday, when we have no school. Frankly, I would be fine with that if it wasn’t for the fact that my two close friends, and two other friends are going, which leaves me just about deserted. And, furthermore, I am pissed because even if I could go, then I’d be surrounded by a hyperactive one, a silent one, and one that I don’t feel exact friendship towards at the moment. NOT GOOD FOR THE SOUL. I should seriously try meditating once and a while. Would do wonders for my stress level right now. Okay, sister is tap dancing, and stress level is increasing… now she’s playing recorder… higher… she’s going “NAH NAH…” and crap… higher….. being loud…. hell, I need to chill, but hyperactive people put me out of place. Like when a friend is being super annoying and childish, that makes me hate their guts because it kills my tranquil vibe, and just makes my whole aura messy. It’s not a pretty sight.

In other news, come summer, I’m cropping my hair again. As in, shoulder length, or a little higher. That’s short for me. That or I’ll be wearing my hair up all summer long, and for the first quarter of high school. I don’t think so. Come summer, I hope to be tagging along with a friend to Germany, possibley with my mom. This was just a little idea that popped up say three hours ago, so… yeah.

As for elections, I truly hope for Obama to win. Not Hilary, and if I may say, SCREW EXPERIENCE. We need someone to throw us a rope into this hole that we (and mostly Bush) have dug for ourselves, and Obama is the one to get us out. Hilary is a FREAKING ROBOT, and Huckabee wants to run our country like a church, or by the Bible, and that goes completely against the Constitution, which he may has forgotten, that is illegal, or not even possible.

‘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.