My Immune System Sucks Balls

I keep getting sick every damn time there's a major weather change :( And now that the air is contaminated with smoke & ashes from random fires, it sucks even more to be sick. DAMN!!

shehateseveryonesheknowsnoone

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Anyway, I haven't blogged in a while, so I'm doing it now. No harm no foul, nigga.
In 2 DAYSSSS I'll be staring at Alex Turner from the 5th row seat 864 and Miles Kane, if my eyesight does allow it, because I'm gonna go see The Last Shadow Puppets in concert, which is like listening to their songs on your ipod. For real. Anyway, I haven't gotten my tickets yet, fucking mailman better not have lost themmmmm.... And I already tried canceling the shit so I can just go get my tickets at the booth but they said they're on their wayyyy.....

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I found some other interesting pictures of them doing shit... yes, shit... I hope Alex doesn't turn gay, he's too cute for Miles, well, men in general.

Before I bore you to death, vote on prop 8. Tell yo firends.

Jellyfishing

So I've been singing "edge of seventeen" for like three days straight & it's always stuck in my head now. I have the darn itch to sing it at the top of my lungs every five seconds. Joe got so tired of it he threw a sock at the back of my head :/ Yes, I'm at his house right now waiting for my turn to rock out on rock band. There are too many people in this room; I'm going to get sweaty any minute now. Meanwhile, I'm going to steal Susan's double bass up in Joseph's room and take this laptop with me & watch some porn & jack off & stuff. Haha, wtf. I said that for the sake of the moment.












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Fuck this weatherrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!

Damn.......

Gettin' Yer Hurrr Did

by a relative you don't trust is not a good idea....


:/

Ok, NAILS are a different story. You can take 'em off and throw 'em away or you can take the polish off with sum of dat remover, but hair... takes... FOREVER... to grow back. Don't do it.

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

So, it was FLIPPIN HOT AS HELL TODAY. Maybe hotter than hell itself. But thankfully I was sick as hell and couldn't feel the heat much. That's why you saw me walking around with a scarf, if you were wondering or hadn't already asked. But still. And now I have this nasty ass severe ass flu. Damn it. Damn it all! I've only been sick for a week & I'm already cursing the world to a painful end. Sorry. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

I'll go to the doctor this weekend, and hopefully get better...


Hopefully

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Girl, who taught you to move like that?!?

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It should be accounted as a failing grade to have a C in your math class so early in the year. I feel like Croslin just might as well fail me already, you know, before he realizes that this whole time I've been coping misunderstood homework from the poor asian freshman next to me. And failing tests own my own. Yes, those are all me. So the only thing that allows me to get though one day of school would be 2nd & 6th period. I wish school were only two hours. GOD! And what the hell is up with Miss Allen?!?! She wasn't his bad last year!!! Now she goes on and one and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about crap NOBODY CARES ABOUT. When am I going to learn anything in french?!?!?!?! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zigman Froid Does His Own Mother.

So now the numb nuts running blogspot got rid of the text font, so you're stuck reading this crappy ass font, AND they got rid of all the pretty colors. Eff you! Yarrrrrrrrrrr, so this week was super exhausting. It's only been one week of school and I already want to kill myself. I'm flooded with homework EVERY SINGLE DAY and most of my teachers are such a drag to listen to. Except Mr. Gotto :) Cause it's morphin' time!!!!!!!

Anywayyyyyyyyyy, my week at school will interest absolutely nobody, so let's skip to something good.


Tila Tequila wrote a book... all about lesbians and not what to do with them. Haha, just kidding. I don't know what it's about.

Not much more to talk about. Thorry.

Last day of Summer :(

*sigh*
Good times, good times. But I guess to much summer can't be good for anyone. I'm not really excited for school, but it's not like I don't want to go. Therefore, since officially it's still summer, I'll blog about whatever.

First of all...


Come onnnnnn!!!!! Don't tell me you DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS!! And if you really don't, YOU'RE SICK! THE BAD WAY SICK! Selene Luna is her name, and only the greatest new entertainer on VH1 besides I love Money, which I bet very big money that Hoopz would win. She's from the Cho Show, which is HILARIOUS and tastefully insulting. I never miss an episode (and there's only been two so they aren't that hard to miss.) If you don't know about it, I highly recommend it. Duuuuuude, she's sooooooo funny.

Oh and before I forget, here's the picture that makes a 23 year old look like a small boy. A hot small boy. Not in the sick way :)



Now, repeat after me:
I, have no talent. Mister Tentacles has alllllll the talent. If I'm lucky, maybe some of his talent may rub off on me.

It's been real hectic today, but it's better than sitting around doing nothing. I have another wonderful date at the Long Beach Vault (venue where most punks shows are held) and I'll be revealing who the entertainment is when I get my ticket(s). Dammmmmmmmmnnnnnn!!!!!! I totally forgot what I was going to write abouttttttttttt ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........................daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnngggggggg

Joe and I are going to his favorite arcade in Newport Beach with Susan and some people I don't know today around 7. It'll be real fun, since it's all old school games. And then we'll go over to Susan's and play some old school Nintendo. She asked me to stay over and she'd give me a ride to school tomorrow, but I don't think my mom will approve. Since tomorrow's school. It really is no big deal.

I had ham this morning. It STILL tastes nasty and always will. I hope my mom doesn't make me eat meat at school too.

Oh and about trumpet boy, his name's James. We had a long conversation on how we both have a love/hate situation about corn dogs. He's pretty funny, but really super duper shy and it's kinda awkward... well FOR ME it is, since I have to start and keep the conversation going.

And in other news, the bassist at church (Dennis) fckin let someone borrow my bass and they TOOK OFF TO AUSTRALIA WITH IT SO NOW I DON'T HAVE A BASS BECAUSE DENNIS GAVE IT TO HIM BECAUSE "HE THOUGHT" IT WAS HIS SINCE HE CARRIES HIS BASS EVERYWHERE AND THEY PAID HIM GOOD MONEY FOR IT AND HE SPENT IT ON SOMETHING ELSE AND NOW I'M BASS-LESS AND DEPRESSED AND HE SAYS HE'LL PAY ME BACK/BUY ME A NEW ONE BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, MY MOM SAID SHE HATED MY BASS ANYWAY AND IT WAS GOOD THAT HE SOLD IT BECAUSE SOMEHOW I "MISBEHAVED" LAST WEEK AND SHE SAYS IT'S PUNISHMENT AND NOW I HAVE TO SAVE UP FOR A NEW ONE BUT THAT CAN'T HAPPEN BECAUSE I GET ABSOLUTELY $00.00 UNLESS I SAVE UP MY LUNCH MONEY FOR 3 YEARS. HOW EFFIN GAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! Blehhhhh

I cried about that. Pure tears of ANGER! I'm never speaking to Dennis again. The hoe.




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Dead ducks, dead dogs. Here's a good game even Peta 2 can enjoy.

Negative Thinking.

Some chick edited this on photo shop for me. It turned out pretty sexy; you know, cos Gaspard is in it. The editing is pretty crappy. Still...

Matt is long gone. He's back in Chicago. We had a really good time this whole week, we'd been hanging out every day since last Thursday. I went to the airport with him. He wants to be more than friends, but I don't know how I feel about that which causes him much grief. So we just left it like it's always been. Just really good fiends with some benefits. Not all of them.

My sophomore year schedule is just what I expected. GAY. Plus my locker is surrounded by very annoying Asians (no offense, but seriously they're super annoying). I guess that's it. I heard very bad things about my teachers from friends. Let me just tell you, I'm NOT EXCITED AT ALL. I wish summer would just last a little bit longer. It's been so much fun and it's overrrrrrrr :( Damn.

I've been listening to the Doors lately. Like, A LOT. Too much. I feel special that my dad met Jim Morrison and then suddenly that same year they played a show in France and he died. I don't know, it's one of those things where if your brother met Michael Phelps you'd brag about it as if you had met him instead. Haha.


Damn he's so fine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIpbbwzcRaM

I want to cut my hair. Real short. I know it's always short & I should leave it long for a change, but it's just really annoying having to comb it and brush it every damn time it gets all tangly and it always looks messy anyway so... I don't know if I should. My dad wants me to cut it & my mom wants me to grow it longer. It just has no shape anymore. But if I do cut it, it might look super crappy cos every time I cut my hair my mom wants me to do it differently every time and there's only so many ways you can wear your hair when it's super short. My face looks longer as my hair grows.

There's a new trumpeter at church. He's super hella hot but I haven't talked to him or even know his name. The girls are all over him all the time so I hardly get the chance to even look at him. He's a man of very few words. He hardly talks, which is unattractive to me. haha :) But we'll see.



Sorry, sorry. But seriously, there's never enough Gaspard in my life. Ever. Unless I married him had children and lived happily ever after in Paris, France. Then that would be enough.

I guess I'm not thinking negatively after all.



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BEST DOOR SONGS EVER:
5. Light My Fire
4. Break On Through
3. Love Her Madly
2.Touch Me
1.Love Me Two Times.






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Lightning Larry Luciano

No longer will my personal issues will be discussed here. Are you really interested? How about asking me personally. That way nobody's insulted.

So instead, I think you'd be very pleased with some hot actors of my personal choice. Only the most professional. Only the hottest. Sure, this happens to be my perspective of it. With the exception of Jason Biggs. Maybe he's just not the most attractive, but his acting sure is.




Gaspard Ulliel. I realize most of his work is in French and it is often difficult to understand. But just look at him. Let it just sink in. :) <3333





Jim fuckin' Carrey. Damn. THE greatest American actor of ALL TIME.



Jason Biggs. Acting...acting. I believed for the longest time he was a push-over in real life.



This man needs no introduction. I do realize he's on the big side, but that does not stop him from being sexy. Call me what you'd like.



Efren Ramirez <33>






SURPRISE! Josh Peck. Even when he was fat, he was my secret crush. Shhhh :)












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Orthopedist Part 1

Yes, you read that right. But in case you didn't know or were to lazy to look up the definition of "orthopedist" I'll spare you. And if you know you can skip the next sentence.
An orthopedist is a doctor who specializes in bones, joints; mostly the foot area. And in some cases, your nails will associate with such a specialist.
Well, a lot of you know of my toe nail problem. It is splitting in two, but that's not the reason why at 12:45 pm I had an appointment with Dr. Jonathan Lee. I told myself I wouldn't write about this, but I rather write about it here than answer 97836981763 messages on myspace. So... here we go.

This all happened yesterday.

We were at church. By "we" I mean my mother and myself. The only people in my family interested in church. We were havin' a good time, everyone was chillin' blah blah blah. So it's about 4:30 and everyone wants to go home. Well, at least I did. I'm sitting on the very edge of the taking a tiny dirt stain off my skirt talking to the very dressed up Matt. My legs were completely outstretched (because how are you going to sit down on a low sidewalk with a skirt on?) and I didn't see it (of course I didn't see it because if I had this wouldn't have happened) but the huge ass car to my right started to back up and practically crushed my foot. Instantly I screamed "Oh Fu--!!" and backed away like a frightened mouse. The driver immediately drove forward and ran out of the car. It was Dennis. The bass player. My favorite music teacher. Thank God it was him; I would have kicked the f---- out of the mthr fckr.

I made a drawing. It resembles something along the lines of "something done in 2 minutes or less" or "depressed hopeless artist threw away his latest 'work'"





So my mom was all frantic and pissed off. That's how Mexican parents are: their child gets hurt and they start beating them up and insulting them instead of helping. After everyone backed away from the huge worried circle they'd formed around me and Matt, Dennis offered my mother and I a trip to the good ol' doctor. We got there. He just made me take off my pantyhose and shoe which was almost impossible and said to cool it down with ice and that it wasn't a big deal because my toes hadn't suddenly fallen off or whatever. Anyway, he didn't do anything.

I went back today, like I was supposed to. My foot isn't as swollen as it was yesterday. My toenail is almost completely in two. He was more worried about that than the foot itself. And I got five shots. My arms hurt. It turns out I have some sickness or whatever I don't remember what it's called. Something about weakness.


Anndddd, I'm back to eating meat. Vegetarian my ass. My doctor says I can try again when I'm 17. Two years, whoopee. The only meat I'm eating is chicken and fish. Please don't call me a pescetarian, I seriously hate that word. EVERYONE wants to be a pescetarian. "Oh, it's just so much healthier" "I'm trying to watch my weight" "I'm half vegetarian". All shit. Whatever happened to I JUST DON'T LIKE FLESH IN TAKE ? Fu-- you dumb stupid whores. I saw some video on a dumb girl named "Hannah Beth" on YouTube. You know how you're watching something and all of a sudden you end up on some other topic? Well yeah. She made me feel stupid. Made me feel like there is no hope in this world. AHHHH! Her voice is so annoying. She's such a spoiled fckr, seriously. All she cares about is fashion and fck like that. LET'S SEE YOU TAKE OFF YOUR MAKE UP BITCH, I BET YOU LOOK LIKE THE SHIT YOU REALLY ARE INSIDE.

*sigh* And so many smart people look up to her. Like Lizzy. She's so obsessed with her. First she claims that she wants to be a pescetarian because hannah says it's healthy. Then suddenly she's obsessed with David Bowie and Sex and the City. And then just as suddenly, it turns out vintage is her style, everything about the 50's fascinates her and she won't wear jeans anymore because hannah says that jeans are out and leggings are in. COME ON!! WAKE UP! OPEN YOUR STARSTRUCK EYES TO IDIOCY YOU'RE FOLLOWING AND THE POSER JOKE YOU'RE BECOMING.

Sorry Lizzy. I know you're reading this. But there was no way I could make you listen to me. I'm just trying to help you. But you know what? This isn't even my deal. Copy her and do whatever she says to do. Maybe when she says that bald is in you'll think twice.

Blehhhhh

I have to go back to the doctor tomorrow and get more shots. I grew half an inch. Only 1 1/2 inches away from six feet. Yesssssss.

Oh, and in case you have an itch to ask, no Warped for me :) YIPEE!! I've never been so glad that church was in the way of something I wanted to do. Well, in this case, didn't want to attend.

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Let's Put A Smile On That Face!

Yes, like predicted, I ended up blogging about my yesterday. And, too, like predicted, I had fun. I hadn't gone out with a bunch of friends like that in a while. It was good having a group of people to eff around with and not care about much anything but curfew. I thought that the concert would be outdoors like they'd told me, but boy were we in a surprise when we entered some club called "The Reef Lounge" and they didn't even ask for identification... Which was weird, but good. They had a good lights show, I'll give them that. And the music was pretty good. The drinks were just like the ones our parents warned us about. So we didn't even go near the bar.
Lizzy was freaking out when she saw a Hearts Revolution stand selling 7" copies shaped like hearts. I thought that was dumb. She doesn't even have a record player. And to everyone's surprise, I didn't know Matt could dance. That, too, was weird. But fun(ny).

Instead of going home right away, however, Matt and Micah convinced me to go to Izzy's house instead of calling him. So they took me. Nobody answered the door, but I could hear lots of voices inside. I couldn't recognize anyone.

And we're still the same. Without talking to each other. He doesn't know what I'm doing. I don't know what he's doing. He thinks I'm seeing other people. And I think the same of him. Not much of a relationship, huh? I'm taking the risk of calling Richard later today, when I know what I'm going to say. And I most likely not blog about that.

BUT LET'S PUT A HAPPY ENDING TO THIS SHENANIGAN!

We went to the mall before hittin' the club. Hahaha, that sounded off...


As you can well see, these people are into music that I hate. Well, that I no longer like. But just because I have different music tastes doesn't mean that I have to stop being friends with them. They happen to be athe nicest most accepting group of Christian teenagers that I've ever met.

I found this kitty outside the club. Of course I didn't keep it.




And...



Here's a picture of Matt's new baby bro. Enjoy. WHO DOESN'T ENJOY PICTURES OF BABIES AND KITTENS?!? SOMEONE SICK, THAT'S WHO!



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Go Cheetah, Get Banana. Hey Monkey, Get Funky.

No, Patrick! Those are hook(ers)! Mr. Krabs says they're REALLY dangerous! (Because they have been known to cause a series of uncomfortable pains and itches in your private area called "STD's")

TODAY...
Should be fun.

First, I'm heading for the beach with some friends, some time around 1:30. Yes, the church friends, mind you. They aren't your usual church friends, however. They encourage violence and much swearing, which some may not find suitable. Then, I'm going to Benjamin's house and pick up the jeans he wants me to sew and paste various patches unto. Then, around 6:30 the hoescee church friends and I are going to church to clean it, since we've told our pastor the reason why we we're going to miss church today. And then at 7:30, the church hoescees and I will be headed to Long Beach in Matt's fancy BMW to see the man (men) behind The Acid Girls and other DJ's that we find talented and entertaining. That won't last more than two hours, hopefully. And then, I'll be home. Hopefully before 10. And attempt to call Izzy, since his phone is always on around that time.

Sounds like a plan.


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And the not-much-anticipated Warped Tour is in two days, I think. I don't even know. See? See how uninterested I am in this year's line-up? How GAY is the line-up? Paramore? NO THANK YOU, I'LL PASS.


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...It Means Karl Marx Hasn't Seen Anything Yet...

BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE. I FOUND YOU MISS NEW BOOTY!
Ooooooohhh, DAYUM! Today has been such a good day. Let me re-quote that. SUCH A GOOD DAY. I just found out I'm forced to go to some DJ convention thing to see The Acid Girls (which aren't girls. They're two very strange hairy men who can really put the needle on the record) accompanied by the thank-God-his-face-is-almost-back-to-normal ever famous Matthew. Yeah... So to answer all those incessant curious messages I've been bombarded with, nothing has been worked out between Izzy and I. Why the hell do you care anyway? I've tried to escort you to the end of this conversation/topic nicely, but I guess now I'm going to have to reply with mad/unhappy faces because you won't butt out. Of my beeswax.

So now that it's been proved that there won't be any Hollywood Showdown for me (maybe, probably, perhaps) and also the fact that idoheartcomix, I'll leave you with things that always make me happy. Or, pictures of THINGS that always make me happy. And some videos fo yo entertainment. Foos.


Hearts Revolution :)








Sorry, sorry. Is that a bit too much of Gaspard for you? NONSENSE. There's never enough Gaspard. But since I'm in the mood, I'll post other things.




Hahahaha, this never fails to make me smile :) The French vs. The U.S. was seriously some race. (in my terms Gaspard Ulliel vs. Michael Phelps; of course, I would end up choosing Gaspard. Duh.)

Oh, God, this always AT LEAST make me smile

Anndddddd, that will be all for now. I'm going to the beach tomorrow, with some hoescees. The FUN hoescees at that. So yeah, I'll probably end up blogging about it tomorrow. Or something.


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Pull the Tapeworm Out Of Your Ass

I've always been told that writing (and this particular case, typing) your problems out can be quite calming. You "let out" your stresses or some shit.. I rather talk to someone about them. But again, there are only limited people that I can speak to. So I'll be writing my garbage out on paper and end up throwing it away rather than typing it here for the public eye. And thanks for your concerned myspace messages. But I rather keep this one to myself and two very close friends.

Anyway...


I'll just talk about what happened BEFORE the beating. That way I kinda forget...
So...
I woke up like 7ish, my eyes hurt like fuck, but whatever. I took a shower and after that my brother and I went for a morning jog. We came back, had some breakfast and I had to get ready to go to work with my mom. SO we were there for about five hours. I was super bored. There were lots of customers but surprisingly none of them were getting ice-cream... And I guess it's because it's kind of expensive... So my mom gave me permission to go home, I took the bus, met some interesting people. Walked like two blocks to my house, spoke to a hobo and it was like 1:30 or something. So I was watching the re-runs of the women's water polo olympics. I was glad U.S.A. won, that was good. Then like at two something Benjamin and Lucy came to pick me up in Ben's old ass car and we went out for smoothies. Then we argued and argued and argued about the whole "I'm cheating on Izzy with Matt" thing and the "he fucked him up real bad" and "dumb little bitch can't take a punch" and so on and so on and so on. So it was like 4 already and they took me home. They said sorry for blaming things on me. So then I was at home again, Sarah called and told me about her super annoying cousin and that she was staying at a hotel in Vegas with family. I was glad things were working for her. So then we hung up a few minutes later cos she had to go she just wanted to know if things were okay but I told her I'd tell her later. Then mom came back and we made dinner. We ate. And then I invited Sabrina to go swimming with me. I was inspired by watching so many swim events on tv. And then shortly afterwards shit happened with my dad he went crazy and left. Haven't seen him today either. I would type out everything that happened, but it's still fresh in my mind. It's been a while since he's beaten us...

I wish people would pay more attention to the black brother. Cullen Jones :) <333 Instead of just Michael. Just because he has enough gold metals to melt and transform into a golden toilet seat for his royal swimming butt... Haha :)



But today is a new day. I don't feel the bruises much anymore. My face kinda hurts. But again, the pain isn't there when you ignore it. I... don't have any plans for today. So we'll just take it chill from here.

:)

Driller Killer

Fucking numb nuts. Nothing's been going according to plan.

And nothing is getting better. Jenna's still pissed, Izzy won't talk, Matt won't heal. Migraine won't go away, bug bites still itch, so many plans today, yet I'm not organized and can't keep up.

So FRUSTRATED. I need to talk to someone.

P-A-R-T- WHY? Because I gotta!

The Mask. Single greatest movie ever done by Jim Carrey besides Dumb and Dumber. I was watching it yesterday at Lizzy's house with no other than Lizzy and Matt. Matt's SUPER effed up. The back of his head is swollen, well has THE NASTIEST bump I've ever seen and a purple/blackish eye the size of my fist. It's just nasty. He can hardly keep his head up so he's all surrounded by giant Alicia-sized pillows, ice packs and all sorts of food. Which is good because he eats like a starving bear. All I could really do was bring him pain killers and make him laugh a little. Which kinda worked. Until he fainted. I left Lizzy's place around 12:30am or so...
Laughing too hard isn't good for you. I'm going back today around eight. Or maybe seven if I have nothing to do at that time. So he wasn't at church today, and neither was his brother. Which really worried me. He looks worse by the day :(



I feel guilty. But it really wasn't my damn stupid dumb ass fault. It's just hard admitting whose fault it really is...


Today has been a day from hell. I woke up and BAM MTHR FCKR A STUPID DUMB ASS MIGRAINE. Except for this time it was really bad. REALLY REALLY BAD. I was crying like a baby with a diaper rash or a person whose legs have been stuck underneath a train. Or someone who's just been hit by a truck. It wouldn't go away for TWO STUPID DUMB ASS HOURS. So my stupid dumb ass incessant crying pissed my dad off really really bad. My mom was at work. And my dumb brother was being super idiotic. So after it went away, I was scratching everywhere and I realized I had bug bites EVERYWHERE. I even have one on my face. IT'S NOT A PIMPLE! It itches like hell. So I tried not to scratch but it didn't work. Oh, and then my toe nail is split in two so I had to call my doctor for an appointment because it's really hurting. So I quit soccer. Because the dumb stupid dumb ass girls are such dumb asses and practice is equally as efficient as sitting at home watching T.V. with a big ass bowl of high buttery popcorn and a 2 liter soda. My dad was even more pissed. And at church, I was too worried about Matt and his brother to pay attention to what the pastor was saying and I forgot my choir vest in my laundry basket at home. So I sat waayyyy in the back row like a dumb ass with the whole choir staring at me with their "Wednesday-Thursday-Friday-Aracely-why-aren't-you-up-here?" faces.

*sigh*


At least today is almost over. And I'll be with Matt and Lizzy in a few hours. So it's all good. Thank God Jesus Christ it's almost Monday :)

But nothing can ruin my already ruined day.

Phelps at eight.

But I won't be watching from the comfort of my home. I'll be at Lizzy's house, taking care of Matt and his screwed up head and face. The poor guy :( But it was nobody's stupid fault. Anyway, I don't want to get into this. I want to see the pineapple express movie again. It was aiightt. Dawg.

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo, The Cow Says Moo.

I wonder who reads this... That I don't already know...

I'm not inspired at the moment, so....

Enjoy the blankness and bland-nessness of this dumb blog.

Snoop Dogg's son Spank is pretty cute :)

Bad Music For Bad People.

I woke up with a nasty migraine this morning. How gay is it that you don't even get a chance to stress before you get a migraine?? So I took two pills at the same time. Because I couldn't even open my eyes and the slightest noise made me cringe.

*Note: My migraine pills each contain 600 mg.

Then I felt super effin dizzy, but it went away after a few hours. Ugh. I hate migraines SO MUCH! AHHHH.....

Anyone ever notice that SpongeBob episodes get stupider by the day? Unless they pass the old episodes. The old ones were seriously super bomb. Patrick getting plastic surgery? What blubber nuggets! IT'S A NICKELODEON SHOW! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE EDUCATIONAL!!

I just had Cookie Crisp with chocolate chip cookies, chocolate chips, Oreos, and soy milk. Instant diabetes.

If I ever get a tattoo, it'll probably be Steve Buscemi and Carrot Top roller blading or a wizard with a crystal ball and in the crystal ball is a castle and in the window of the castle is a unicorn with a crystal ball with a wizard in it. Got that, Mr. Tattoo Artist?

I'm going to go see The Dark Knight for the billionth time since its release. Last time I went was with Benjamin and Lucy, and the last last time I went was with Sabrina and Sarah. And we sat in the shitty seats in the very front row which Sabrina and I like to call "The Neckbreaker Seats". They WILL break your neck. And we had shitty stale ass popcorn with hardly any butter and soda with crap loads of ice, more ice than soda so it tasted like fuck. But Heath Ledger made it alllll better :) He's effin gorgeous as the Joker, no lie. I love the Joker so much, I'm probably going to dress up like him for Halloween this year. And if you know me, I don't celebrate Halloween. Two reasons: 1. I'm Christian. We celebrate Jesus' birthday, not Satan's. 2. It's my mom's birthday. But he's inspirational :)

I want to sell my guitar.
QUICK.
You want a grey Fender? IT'S YOURS!!
three E strings included. I hate those damn thin ass strings. I like the big old fat ones :)


I saw something similar to Kim Nekroman's crucifix double bass. It cost 1k. That I don't have...

My dumb stupid dumb iPod doesn't like me. Every time I put it on shuffle, it plays the songs I'm so not in the mood for. But then again, it's a SUPER iPod; it survived being submerged in water for half an hour, it's been thrown, smacked, and dropped numerous times. The top part is missing. But it still works. Like new. So I guess I don't mind LOOKING UNDER EVERY GENRE, ARTIST, ALBUM AND EVEN UNNECESSARILY GOING DOWN SLOWLY ON THE SONG LIST to find what I'm in the mood for. Still, it gets on my nerves.

I wish the earphones would last longer, though. I buy a new pair every five or so months.


:)

Hollywood Showdown...

is a psychobilly music festival.

Featuring bands such as:
Graveyard Drifters
The Triggers (and their insanely cute vocalist)
Coffin Draggers (and their creepy ass, yet incredibly talented bassist)
CALAVERA :)
Voodoo Zombies (the psychos from Chile)
The HorrorPops (you know them)
and very possibly, Nekromantix. (please, please pretty please?)
These are the only bands that are playing that I know. Oh! And The Germs :)



Oh the beauty of the double bass :) So tall, so strong, so damn bad ass. And the beautiful tenor sound that it produces. Play it with a bow and it cries. Slap it upright at it screams. So unique :)

Yeah, I'm pretty weird. But I want one SO BAD! I can already play the electric. And if I do say so myself, I think I've mastered the electric. I get lots of compliments on how good I am :D My dad promised me one if I get my G.P.A. up to a 4.0. And I was only two A's away from getting that 4.0. Damn...


So ANYWAY... The whole talk about the festival...
I'm super damn excited for the festival. Since Izzy and I didn't do anything celebrative-ish yesterday (or anniversary), he wanted to do something better than what was planned. As you can well imagine, Izzy listens to nothing more that psychobilly. Oh, wait yeah he does. He's a big Slipknot fan. Yeah, so the point was that it's gonna be the best thing ever.


THE OLYMPICS ARE ON TOMORROW!!!!

Yessssssssssssssssss :)

I don't wanna dance too hard, but his is a groove...

B-Rock and the Bizz. So so fly! Anyone ever heard of a group of DJ's called "iheartcomix"? My friend gave me the CD sampler. It's pretty good dance/electronica music, but some songs are just straight out creepy... "How you like these apples? How you like that banana?" Wednesday Thursday Friday. M Y S P A C E . C O M / A C I D _ G I R L S. My personal favorite. Dude, Tender loving Care is seriously the greatest song ever. And I know a lot of greatest songs ever.




Tap That ASAP. Of course my copy of this CD is shitty as hell because it was given to me by Matt. Who doesn't take care of his things.



Song that has been totally stuck in my head all day and been on heavy rotation on my iPod: Crazy on you by Heart. Ever since I heard it on the Harold and Kumar movie, I haven't been able to get it OUT of my head. it's so good. I wish people would know more songs about the great artists featured on Guitar Hero such as The Strokes, Dead Kennedys and Rob Zombie. And just because you can play "Barracuda" on your back doesn't mean you have good music taste. You should expand your musical knowledge so that you'll never be bored/ have your ears exposed to air :) Haha, freaky much?

Let's see.... I'll talk about interesting/weird things that happened to me today.

Well first of all,
I've had two Deja vu experiences today. I dreamt I was at a store in the deodorant department singing to Prince really loudly and people stared. And it happened. And also, I was daydreaming about driving down that freaky ass street behind the chinese food place at night; and I just got back from there.

I saw a homeless guy with a sign that asked for money. He looked SO HOMELESS. Hobo-like. And he said if you gave him money, he'd pay you back....

0_o

And then there was that idiot at Target. There's a gay guy named Jonathan that works at Target, and seriously, I seem to see him EVERYWHERE. I saw him around school once. I saw him at that venue in who-knows-where. I saw him at the House of Blues when the Kennedys were playing. I even saw him around my neighborhood. Fucking creep. Well, ANYWAY, that wasn't the point. He looks SO GAY!!! So desparate to get ass fucked. Up the ass. Like, a guy in a band who's desparate to get on MTV. THAT gay. He's always being perverted to me. Like he tells me how good I look and wants to seduce me or that my hair is a different shade of blue today or questions if the reason why I bought Orbit gum was because I wanted my breath to smell good when we were going to make out. I always give him a sick face. Last time I even tried to play along with it, but it didn't work. So today I ripped his name tag off and broke it in half. And threatened next time that would be his dick. If I were him, I would find that pretty creepy.

I'm not a big fan of road rage. Well, on video games, yes. But not while I'm in the car. Izzy drives at 80 on the streets with the stop signs. I feel threatened every time i get in his car.

Warped?
Maybe.
I really don't want to go because music today is such crap.
Unless you're Snoop Dogg then I take that back.
I don't want to see the dumb stupid dumb ugly useless tasteless emo shit on ANY stage.
But The Creepshow and possibly the HorrorPops are playing.
That would be nice to see.




I miss water polo :(


k.
bye :)

Sounds like a lot of HOOPLAH!

You ever have that feeling at birthday parties when you feel your gift is just TOO DAMN GOOD for the person its intended for? I get that EVERY SINGLE TIME I give gifts. I wanted to keep the present yesterday at Joseph's, but it wasn't nice. I gave the little butt hole an extremely rare copy of the Nekromantix' "Curse of the Coffin" which I have wanted for a really long time now. And a CD of Princes' greatest hits. Which I have also wanted. But he hugged the shizz out of me and thanked me all night I still wanted to keep them. So if you ever want to give me a gift, you can NEVER go wrong with a little Prince funk. Prince turned 50 years old this July. I know most people hate Prince, but in my eyes he'll always be a great musical influence.

I'm so tired today...

And this stupid blog thing has GAY FONTS!!! I'll never stop complaining about that.
I've been getting really random bruises lately. I don't know where I got them from, but they're everywhere. From my arms to my feet. EVERYWHERE. Let's see... What else is there to discuss... Oh yes. Izzy (my boyfriend) got another illegal tattoo. It looks really crappy. I didn't even know what the hell it was till he pointed it out. It looked like one of those ink blob thingies at the therapy sessions. It turned out to be an octopus. It looks just like Coffin Joe's.




I know... He's so pale...

ANYWAYYYY..... I'll probably post something else later today. Just to keep you anxious, I find it pretty important.

Top 5 Songs I Can't Stop Listening To Today:

1. Metallica-Master of Puppets.
2. Sepultura-Dead Embryonic Cells
3. Joy Division-No Love Lost
4.Nekromantix- Monster Metal (which isn't metal at all...)
5.Eurythmics-Sweet Dreams.

Sanity.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Damn, this thing has gay text fonts. I wonder if you can download custom fonts and use them here...? ANYWAY. I'm going to write about random shizz cos I was convinced into blogging. Y'all sound interested in what I have to say; though be warned, I might not talk about what you want to hear. So what's the subject today?




Tomorrow is gonna be effin great. Birthday boy is getting one heck of a darn good birthday present.




I was told a strange remedy for migraines yesterday. Splash your private area with ice cold water for ten minutes. I don't even want to try it; pills will do fine for me.