Coulisse’s Blog

ARGH! I’M SUCH AN IDIOT! IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FACT THAT I’M A GRAMMAR NAZI, THEN I’D BE USING A BILLION EXCLAMATION POINTS RIGHT NOW!

Anyways. See, I still go to camp. I can hear you laugh. I thought it was dumb for an almost 14-year-old to be going to camp, too. But Val has since corrected my thoughts on that. Know why? Because we have frickin’ fun. We really do. Have you ever swam in a river? Or a branch of the Chesapeake Bay, with rocks surrounding you, kinda a lot like a cove? Have you? And can it get any sweeter than that? I SUBMIT THAT IT CANNOT! (Brain Regan reference.)  But seriously. It is pretty rad. And Mary peer-pressured me into going in. Otherwise I wouldn’t've.

But all that aside, that’s not why I repeatedly say “stupid”. I say it because there’s this guy that rides my bus to camp. He was looking at me. I was looking at him. There was something there. But I ended up being a total wuss today, and I got no email or number or anything. Today was the last day I rode the afternoon bus ride. He doesn’t ride in the morning. So I this is what I’ve gathered from yesterday’s few words:

Me: Hey, what school do you go to?

Nic (the guy): [insert middle school here] (sorry, don’t wanna be stalked.)

Me: Really? How old are you?

Nic: I’m twelve. I’m coming out of sixth grade.

Me: Oh. Man, you don’t look it. (Inner Self: -shot-)

Ol’ Nicolas doesn’t even look twelve. He looks sixteen. I swear. Really. Now I feel like a nincompoop. I really do. GAH. That like, a pedophile. But not. Ugh. I don’t know. But now I feel stupid. Hence the title.

Movingonandfarfarawayfromthatsubject. That’s basically it. But my dad’s gonna be pissed because I’ll be too tired from the overnighter to pitch my Saturday game…. Maybe I’ll just keep that from him until last minute.

So, I basically just did this post to bitch and get that off my chest and stuff. Laterz.

First off, I just stumbled upon another nice little link, and IMMA INCLOOD EET FUR U GIAS. That is, if you want a funnier, condensed version of Twilight. Really, it’s worth the time. [link]

Now, I’m sure you’ve heard this new and hip song, “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry. Quite frankly, I think the song sucks. I’m no homophobe, but this song is probably the worst one I’ve heard in a long time. Well, not a long time. There’s some bad stuff out there…. Still. I continue my disgust for certain songs.

“Lollipop” by Lil Wayne. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing worse than people rapping about sex. And the way they rap it. God, it’s disgusting.

“Damaged” by Danity Kane, on the other hand, is a good song. It puts a new spin on heartbreaks, and, as some say, pumps up the beat.

“Love in This Club” by Usher. Again, I want to puke when I hear this song on the radio. Why the hell is it that all the popular songs are about sex? What does that say about us?

“It’s Not My Time” by 3 Doors Down, is in fact, another good song, that I highly suggest.

“See You Again” by Miley Cyrus. You knew this was coming. You knew it so well. I’m sure that basically anyone varying from the age of 12-14 and over, absolutely despise this song, and the artist.

Either way, I get out of school this week, and I’m gonna PARTAY.

Well, because my so-called cold hasn’t passed, and my throat isn’t doing all that hot, I was put on prescription drugs, to help that out. It has a side effect. That would be nausea. I’m going to have to deal with that when I go back to school. I stop taking the meds when the bottle is out, which would be about ten days from now. Quite frankly, that sucks.

But what sucks even more: I have no idea what to think. I read… (let’s call him DAMON!) Damon’s blog, and I would link to it, but he’d notice that, and then… bah. He’d see this, and that would be the end of me. But I can put in an excerpt.

” The only thing I enjoyed was the fact that I met new people, learned new things & fell in love.”

He’s talking about what he liked and didn’t like about the school year. Now, I know he dated one girl, but…. God, that really hurt me on the inside. 95% of me thinks it’s her, but the other 5% is just like, “NUUU!!! HE MEANS U, DUMMY! GO 2 HEEM NAO!” Yeah. Stupid, stupid feelings. Hate that I like him so much. It’s really bad for my health. It really is. Especially when I read what he writes. God. Now I sound like a huge whiner, so I’m gonna move on.

Well. Next is… City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare. Rad book. Not as funny as the first, not as spectacular as the first, but definitely up there. I have a theory or two about what’ll happen in the third book. First, Valentine will perish, or lose, but not without mush loss on the Shadowhunter side. Next, I believe that Jace and Clary will finally admit their stupid feelings, along with Alec, Simon, and Maia. Magnus will probably die. I expect Alec, Max, Isabelle, or any of the Lightwoods to die. The lady that Clary notices a lot in the second book will probably die. Luke will also probably die. Clary’s mom will come out of the coma. Alec will come out of the closet. And those are my itty-bitty theories. Remember, for all you smarties out there, this is just a theory. I have no idea if this will actually happen or not.

Um… um… yeah… nothing much left. Finals coming up. Whoooo! Fun, fun, fun!

So, yeah. That be all for now.

AND THANK GOD IT IS.

…why do people have to be such bastards? I don’t get it. The two people I happen to have feelings for go and kick me when I’m down. I know one just acted further on it more than he usually would’ve because of the other one’s presence, but really. Let’s not kid ourselves. He knows I take things seriously. God, why do I care for them so much? Makes me feel so stupid sometimes. But it’s like neither of them will ever understand.

And here I am, listening to I’m Still Here by John Rzezink. I love this song. It’s my crack. It really is. Love it so much. It’s like chocolate. An anti-depressant. That’s what I really love about music. You can relate to it a lot, and you can find a deeper meaning because of that.

So, yeah. I saw What Happens in Vegas with a friend. And my dad. That was awkward. ANYWAYS. That was a pretty cheesy movie with a sappy plot, but the jokes were hilarious. My two favorites:

Tipper punches Mason in man area. Mason falls to gound.

Mason: “Why?!”
Tipper: “You know why.”

AND THEEEN:

Tipper: “If I could kill anyone with my mind right now, it would be you.”

Yup. Well, gotta run. Monk’s on. I have some more things to say, but that’ll have to wait.

Actually, I somehow highly doubt that the school’s firewall would block this place. They’re putting so much energy into blocking places like Facebook, MySpace, Addicting Games, etc., that I guess they don’t have the time or smarts to block the coolsites like deviantArt, and this, of course. So, this is French class, and we’ve basically done nothing this entire time. Except watch TV and draw. And now we’re in the computer lab, about seven minutes to the bell. This is kind of boring. But the Vice Principle or whatever she is keeps walking by, and I’m starting to feel very on edge. I’m at the computer closest to the opening of the aisle, so you see how well that works. Of course, I’m the only one doing something that looks in the least bit academic. Everyone else is playing games and stuff.

‘Kay, four or less minutes to the bell. Not much to say now. Oh… nah, nevermind. We have a sub for a few classes because of some trip for all the music-ish students… So yeah. See you.

If I do not succeed in finding those damn deleted scenes from Eragon on YouTube (already tried, they’re not there), any other part of the internet, get the special edition on Netflix, or even somehow purchase the special edition, I’m going to personally go to my friend’s house and steal it. Then watch it. Then return it. I’m sick of not finding the damn deleted scenes! I only found one or two of seven, and I’m not very happy with the outcome in that matter. But, I have managed to find a few amusing things, and one’s here. Hey, found a hate one, that I don’t dislike, because it’s kinda funny… [link]. Hope I don’t get punched in the face. AGH. STOP HIDING THEM FROM MEEE. And stop with the reviews and explaining what the hell is on the DVD!

Well, other than that, I went to see The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian with some friends yesterday. Must say, there was violence, and some small parts lost my attention, but overall, it was a pretty sweet. And Caspian was hot. His hair was nice. Was kind of freaked out when I read that he was 26 years old. Damn, he hides it well.

But, anyways, I’m dropping those quotes that I like to include at the end. Gah. I just get too lazy some times. Whatever. I probably include enough links to keep whoever reads this occupied.

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!