Mike: *throws ruler at luke*
Luke: Seriously, i need to finish my work
Sammy: *dropss ruler on juliet's laptop* ... *pokes juliet's head*
Mike: I wore a rubber.
*bursts into laughter*
Risa: Dont forget to email me, eh?
Sammy: Sure...
Risa: Are you mike
Mike: No im joe the plumber
Risa : Do you have armpit hair?
Mike: *shows the rest of us*
*chorus of ew*
Mike: You know where else I have hair
* EWWWWWWWWWWWW*
Mike: Is your hand a virgin?
Risa: Yea
Juliet: Yea
Luke:...
Mike: What are you talking about. We do it 3 times a day
*yea, were all pervs. Mostly mike
Luke: *sticks hand down pants*
Sammy: EW!
Luke: It was a joke.
Risa: *gets sent away by the sub*
Mike: What was that website called? ******** com.
All: OH GAWD!
Luke: ********* dot com
*censored for your sanity
Mike: *coughs*
Juliet: You okay? Have a cold
Mike: *no response*
Sammy: So what hw do we have? Math and history and thats it, right?
Sammy: Ipod time
*our class is that lax. XD YOU ALL SUCK!!!!
Matt: *does workbook*
Juliet: Wth...
Christine : Haiii
Rhen: What are proposition we will be voting on
Juliet: Irdk.
Rhen: Omae wa seigaku no hashira ni nare! 8D
Juliet: ....!?
*discussion about boobs in the background* NO SERIOUSLY
Claire: When I run, things bounce.
Juliet: .......
Its just boring.... So ciao
It's Juliet's 50tH post so in celebration:
OMG! ITS MY 50TH POST!
>.< I wuv my weadars to deeath. Please dont think im really creepy....
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
That sooo counts as my 60 min of excersise. (!... my mind is like permently set to a guys pt of view so i know youre thinking wrong about my title.)
Do not CRITISIZE meee. I have been raised with really, really, really, really retarded friends who make pervy jokes every 2 seconds. EVEN IN KINDERGARTEN WE MADE FUNNY PERVISH JOKES WHICH SEEMS REALLY WEIRD TODAY CAUSE ITS LIKE WE WERE 5!
Whatevers. I just wents jogging~ And dancing. Shrimpy's dance thing actually works. BLAHHH! Im too lazy to post. xD ciao.
Whatevers. I just wents jogging~ And dancing. Shrimpy's dance thing actually works. BLAHHH! Im too lazy to post. xD ciao.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Class is in session pt2.:
Hecks yeahhh. We ish in science in again on a min day and we are here for 15moremin.
Micheal: *launches paper at sammy, luke, and Juliet*
Luke: *throws at sammy* o.o Itmissed.
Sammy: cover me, imma call my dad. He says he's runnning late and he doesntknow we get out at 12:30. *converseswith her father*
Juliet: That was weird.
Micheal: I haveto hit sammy
Luke: I hit sammy!
Micheal: you are so dead. *launches paperoff of lots of rulers*
Luke: Oh, i hit the computer
Juliet: THE HELL!?
Risa: I dont like micheal. I like him as a friend
Micheal: Risa, youre so fat
Sammy: She is not
Luke: Oh, so im not in the stupid blog
Micheal: Sammy, you are going down
Sammy: Imma record this on my phone.
James: *accidentally launches ruler at micheal* oh, sorry..
Leo: *mumbles*
Micheal (Mike): *cuts paper*
Luke: *harasses sammy with ruler*
Sammy: This video is evidenceif you kill me
Mike: Sammy, you will get hit
Luke: I dont harass people
Juliet: Yea you do. Everyonedoes.
Luke: Oh no you didnt!
Sammy: *records more*
Mike: *takes paper and launches at Sammy*
Sammy: *paper misses completely*
Juliet: HA! FAIL!
*everyone watches sammysrecording*
Risa: You called me a retard behindthebooks. I look beautiful. I look hot.
Mike: *chews on gum*
Luke: Lemme see what julietis doing.
Sammy: *tickles Luke*
Luke: agh!
Sammy: *takes away Luke's chair*
Risa: *launches paper*
Mike: ...*laughs*
Sammy: Mike is all red.
Mike: I like chasing cars. now we have to clean up.
Mike: *placespaper in leo's shirt*
Leo: *hits mike*
Leo: *takes off shirt*
Mike: aw, he has an undershirt.
Juliet: Vote no on prop 8.
Juliet: *tells sammy*
Sammy: ... oh... *breaks into laughter with juliet*
Mike: I like chasing cars.
Mike: Look... look, i wrotedumbass on it. Ive got polio.
Luke: *annoys sammy*
Sammy: *punches luke*
Risa: Who am I? WHo is she?
Juliet: Youre risa and im juliet.
Risa: Am i included in your blog?
Juliet: yea.
Risa: omigee!
bobel: OMG! That would be funny.
Risa: Does anybody read your blog?
Juliet: Yah.
brucy: Hi! My name is brucy, what is yours? My name is brucy, would you like to be my friend?
dumbcrack:Myname is dumbcrack, isnt it an awesomename.
Bell is gonna ring peoples. This isit for today.
Micheal: *launches paper at sammy, luke, and Juliet*
Luke: *throws at sammy* o.o Itmissed.
Sammy: cover me, imma call my dad. He says he's runnning late and he doesntknow we get out at 12:30. *converseswith her father*
Juliet: That was weird.
Micheal: I haveto hit sammy
Luke: I hit sammy!
Micheal: you are so dead. *launches paperoff of lots of rulers*
Luke: Oh, i hit the computer
Juliet: THE HELL!?
Risa: I dont like micheal. I like him as a friend
Micheal: Risa, youre so fat
Sammy: She is not
Luke: Oh, so im not in the stupid blog
Micheal: Sammy, you are going down
Sammy: Imma record this on my phone.
James: *accidentally launches ruler at micheal* oh, sorry..
Leo: *mumbles*
Micheal (Mike): *cuts paper*
Luke: *harasses sammy with ruler*
Sammy: This video is evidenceif you kill me
Mike: Sammy, you will get hit
Luke: I dont harass people
Juliet: Yea you do. Everyonedoes.
Luke: Oh no you didnt!
Sammy: *records more*
Mike: *takes paper and launches at Sammy*
Sammy: *paper misses completely*
Juliet: HA! FAIL!
*everyone watches sammysrecording*
Risa: You called me a retard behindthebooks. I look beautiful. I look hot.
Mike: *chews on gum*
Luke: Lemme see what julietis doing.
Sammy: *tickles Luke*
Luke: agh!
Sammy: *takes away Luke's chair*
Risa: *launches paper*
Mike: ...*laughs*
Sammy: Mike is all red.
Mike: I like chasing cars. now we have to clean up.
Mike: *placespaper in leo's shirt*
Leo: *hits mike*
Leo: *takes off shirt*
Mike: aw, he has an undershirt.
Juliet: Vote no on prop 8.
Juliet: *tells sammy*
Sammy: ... oh... *breaks into laughter with juliet*
Mike: I like chasing cars.
Mike: Look... look, i wrotedumbass on it. Ive got polio.
Luke: *annoys sammy*
Sammy: *punches luke*
Risa: Who am I? WHo is she?
Juliet: Youre risa and im juliet.
Risa: Am i included in your blog?
Juliet: yea.
Risa: omigee!
bobel: OMG! That would be funny.
Risa: Does anybody read your blog?
Juliet: Yah.
brucy: Hi! My name is brucy, what is yours? My name is brucy, would you like to be my friend?
dumbcrack:Myname is dumbcrack, isnt it an awesomename.
Bell is gonna ring peoples. This isit for today.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Its like taking a breath or falling in love~
Life Lesson #2: Never give up on love, unless the one you are in love with thinks that you are a crazy stalker out to ruin his/ her life.
Never give up on love~ BECAUSE LOVE IS WHAT MAKES JULIET KEEP ON GOING IN LIFE~ Teh power of love is stronger than anything. Okay. Enough about the power of love. More about using people. I am going into a semi-emotional breakdown because SOMEONE told me to go with another certain person to the winter ball. THE PINEAPPLE IS NOT GOING WITH SOMEONE TO THE WINTER BALL THAT IS JUST USING HER SO THAT THEIR BASKETBALL COACH WILL GIVE THEM A BREAK. Fluck YOU! I am not THAT desparate. So you all can just shaddup~ Luki basturds who have a date, good for you, cause Juliet does not have a date. She will go along and be the hit of the party. Imma get my hair done, my nails, everything so i will look like a different person. I have to go into party mode where I can actually talk cause I will lose my sense of self-consciousness through a process called "NO ONE CARES!" Its a month away and its gonna be awesome. Because, i dont have a date. A physcic told me that if i was to ever go to a dance, i would be either popular or i would lose a chance at love. WHEN DID THIS BLOG GET SO CHEESY?! I DONT KNOW!
Love is consequential. It only flows in more than one direction. You dont have a soulmate, because you CANT have a soulmate. THere are millions of people you can fall in love with but there is only one you CAN fall in love with. THE BIGGEST FACTOR OF LOVE IS PROXIMITY. The closer you are to someone physically (WTH! STOP THINKING WRONG.), the more likely you are to love them. This is why I am moving to England where I can run the hell away from you guys here in the US of A which is soooo corrupted by the way. I want to be in France where I can take a walk on the beach and cry while staring at the sunset which would hurt my eyes so very much...
-sigh- If only i could redo my life. I would ask for that one moment back and I would treasure it for a LIFETIME. I would. I shoulda taken better landscape pics of the place and more cow pictures. Instead of running around randomly. I want to eat sushi again with Liza. I want to run around the city with Matt and Rayne and have them carry all of my shopping bags. I want to not cry for every mistake I've made. I wish I could reverse time to my birthday and set everything straight. I wish I could taste the sea. I wish I could feel less cold. I wish the world was as beautiful as yeaterday. I wish that I had a pony. I wished that he knew and he liked me back. I wish I could play guitar. I wish I could look and act cool. I wish I could be invincable. I wish I could be invisible. I wish I could have taken more memories of my life, but I cant, because I cant turn back time. I cant reverse the faults Ive caused. I cant be emotionally strong. I cant even change my wardrobe. I wish is far from reality. I wish is selfish. If only I could live happily forever. I wish that reality was not reality and that dreams of happily ever really did happen. I wish that I could ride into the sunset dragging a prince behind me and laughing, "ohohohohohohoho~ ". I wish i could remember a time when it was all unicorns and pink instead of mean people. I wish I could remember the time when I fit in with everyone and I wasnt so plain. I wish that smiles didnt fade so easily. I wish that the days lasted longer. I wish that the trees wouldnt whisper my name and sing me to sorrow. I wish that the never-ending sky was less blue and less broad as it carries the clouds that hold the despair of the heavens and the tears of the maiden who had lost her lover. I wish that the soil would not remind me of the inevitable end. I wish their faces did not remind me of the laughter reflected into their eyes, glistening with luminicity. I wish these hands were not so worn from weeping onto them for loves lost and the calling of the sea. I wish the sea would not call out my name and try to lure me into the icy depths of the abyss. I wish that these words were not like knives, but they are. I wish that I could take my words all back and start over. "But you cant jump the track. Youre like cars on a cable and lifes like an hourglass glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button now, so sing it if you understand and breathe~ " Forever stuck in this paradox of unrelentless torchering. I love you, you hate me. I wrote a poem all about that. ^_~
Never give up on love~ BECAUSE LOVE IS WHAT MAKES JULIET KEEP ON GOING IN LIFE~ Teh power of love is stronger than anything. Okay. Enough about the power of love. More about using people. I am going into a semi-emotional breakdown because SOMEONE told me to go with another certain person to the winter ball. THE PINEAPPLE IS NOT GOING WITH SOMEONE TO THE WINTER BALL THAT IS JUST USING HER SO THAT THEIR BASKETBALL COACH WILL GIVE THEM A BREAK. Fluck YOU! I am not THAT desparate. So you all can just shaddup~ Luki basturds who have a date, good for you, cause Juliet does not have a date. She will go along and be the hit of the party. Imma get my hair done, my nails, everything so i will look like a different person. I have to go into party mode where I can actually talk cause I will lose my sense of self-consciousness through a process called "NO ONE CARES!" Its a month away and its gonna be awesome. Because, i dont have a date. A physcic told me that if i was to ever go to a dance, i would be either popular or i would lose a chance at love. WHEN DID THIS BLOG GET SO CHEESY?! I DONT KNOW!
Love is consequential. It only flows in more than one direction. You dont have a soulmate, because you CANT have a soulmate. THere are millions of people you can fall in love with but there is only one you CAN fall in love with. THE BIGGEST FACTOR OF LOVE IS PROXIMITY. The closer you are to someone physically (WTH! STOP THINKING WRONG.), the more likely you are to love them. This is why I am moving to England where I can run the hell away from you guys here in the US of A which is soooo corrupted by the way. I want to be in France where I can take a walk on the beach and cry while staring at the sunset which would hurt my eyes so very much...
-sigh- If only i could redo my life. I would ask for that one moment back and I would treasure it for a LIFETIME. I would. I shoulda taken better landscape pics of the place and more cow pictures. Instead of running around randomly. I want to eat sushi again with Liza. I want to run around the city with Matt and Rayne and have them carry all of my shopping bags. I want to not cry for every mistake I've made. I wish I could reverse time to my birthday and set everything straight. I wish I could taste the sea. I wish I could feel less cold. I wish the world was as beautiful as yeaterday. I wish that I had a pony. I wished that he knew and he liked me back. I wish I could play guitar. I wish I could look and act cool. I wish I could be invincable. I wish I could be invisible. I wish I could have taken more memories of my life, but I cant, because I cant turn back time. I cant reverse the faults Ive caused. I cant be emotionally strong. I cant even change my wardrobe. I wish is far from reality. I wish is selfish. If only I could live happily forever. I wish that reality was not reality and that dreams of happily ever really did happen. I wish that I could ride into the sunset dragging a prince behind me and laughing, "ohohohohohohoho~ ". I wish i could remember a time when it was all unicorns and pink instead of mean people. I wish I could remember the time when I fit in with everyone and I wasnt so plain. I wish that smiles didnt fade so easily. I wish that the days lasted longer. I wish that the trees wouldnt whisper my name and sing me to sorrow. I wish that the never-ending sky was less blue and less broad as it carries the clouds that hold the despair of the heavens and the tears of the maiden who had lost her lover. I wish that the soil would not remind me of the inevitable end. I wish their faces did not remind me of the laughter reflected into their eyes, glistening with luminicity. I wish these hands were not so worn from weeping onto them for loves lost and the calling of the sea. I wish the sea would not call out my name and try to lure me into the icy depths of the abyss. I wish that these words were not like knives, but they are. I wish that I could take my words all back and start over. "But you cant jump the track. Youre like cars on a cable and lifes like an hourglass glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button now, so sing it if you understand and breathe~ " Forever stuck in this paradox of unrelentless torchering. I love you, you hate me. I wrote a poem all about that. ^_~
FOREVER STUCK IN FEBRUARY
<3 02.08.08
-Vicki
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Love it or leave it. Leave it.
Yawns. You guyses are a bore. This is the reason why I play cards with a bunch of dorks every lunch and nutrition. I always hate being left out. When I play cards, at least i dont have to be your stupid follower. Pft. Im sick of being treated as your entourage! STFU BETCHEs!
Besides that, thank you for reading this. I want my own entourage, but im not too much of an uninteresting person. I'm no good at talking to people. I just sound retarded even if I try. I ALWAYS sound braggative. I have too much of an inferiority complex... I am so lame I even look online to get advice on how to talk normally. I have never really had any social skills at like all. I had no close friends really. I was always as I am. Always scared of what I should actually act like. It explains most of the self-consciousness. HA! I even have manuals on how to speak politely in front of royalty. As if that would ever happen. -sigh- My dear prince, i hope you shut up and learn to talk like a normal person some day. AND NO I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH MYSELF! WHAT THE HELL?! I can see innnnttoo ur minds. Yea. So I cant talk normal so please do not try to make difficult conversaaatttiiooonnn or exclude me. Juliet feels bad when she is excluded. AT LEAST HER PRRRIINNNCCCEEE, does not know that he is her prince for now. ^_^ bwahahaha. One of you guessed right of all the people who guessed who my PRRRREEENNNCCCEEE is. But i cant tell who so post a name on the comments and I'll get back to you on it. CRAZIEST SCHEME EVER!
And on another topic. A FEW MORE CHARACTERS TO INTRODUCE (actually just one): Jooji. If you know in real life who this is, since it is so obvious, keep it to yourself. Jooji is participating in teh poetry slammmmm. So is Liza (i dink), and melon (OR ALICE!), and trent, and leon and rhen~ AGU!
GYABO! Its already 10 so Juliet has to do hw~
CALL ME KSUKSU~ for halloween~
Besides that, thank you for reading this. I want my own entourage, but im not too much of an uninteresting person. I'm no good at talking to people. I just sound retarded even if I try. I ALWAYS sound braggative. I have too much of an inferiority complex... I am so lame I even look online to get advice on how to talk normally. I have never really had any social skills at like all. I had no close friends really. I was always as I am. Always scared of what I should actually act like. It explains most of the self-consciousness. HA! I even have manuals on how to speak politely in front of royalty. As if that would ever happen. -sigh- My dear prince, i hope you shut up and learn to talk like a normal person some day. AND NO I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH MYSELF! WHAT THE HELL?! I can see innnnttoo ur minds. Yea. So I cant talk normal so please do not try to make difficult conversaaatttiiooonnn or exclude me. Juliet feels bad when she is excluded. AT LEAST HER PRRRIINNNCCCEEE, does not know that he is her prince for now. ^_^ bwahahaha. One of you guessed right of all the people who guessed who my PRRRREEENNNCCCEEE is. But i cant tell who so post a name on the comments and I'll get back to you on it. CRAZIEST SCHEME EVER!
And on another topic. A FEW MORE CHARACTERS TO INTRODUCE (actually just one): Jooji. If you know in real life who this is, since it is so obvious, keep it to yourself. Jooji is participating in teh poetry slammmmm. So is Liza (i dink), and melon (OR ALICE!), and trent, and leon and rhen~ AGU!
GYABO! Its already 10 so Juliet has to do hw~
CALL ME KSUKSU~ for halloween~
CLASS IS IN SESSION:
I dont really give a shiet. New conversation:
Micheal: I was asking for your cell. Why would i want your home phone?
Sammy:...
Luke:I dont even recognize your house number.
*dood.IM not posting the numbers.
Juliet: *typity type type*
Claire: I cant think of anything.
Mark: The stars shinein the evening but they can also shine in the morning.
Rhen: I likepi.
Juliet: That was ... random
Mark: I know.
Micheal: I should get the teachers phone number and call them in class.
Luke: I'm still finishing this you know.
Micheal: Oh shiet. Was that you?
Sammy: Yea.
Micheal: Hi. *dramatic tone*
Juliet: WTH WAS THAT.
Micheal: Look they're all sagging.
Luke: Andthey raise their armsand...
Chorus: EWWW!
Sammy: Takes picture of Micheal's "mesosexy" student ID xD
Julet: Rima, Matt... a quote.
*silence*
SAmmy: Are you molesting him?
Micheal: No, why would I be molesting him?
Luke: I dont know. Breakdance...
Juliet: Did he just say rape dance?
Luke: BREAKDANCE
Micheal: *eats skittle* WHAT?! what?
Luke: what?
Sammy: WHAT?!
Juliet:.... the heck...
Micheal: and i declare war on table seven!
Juliet: And i.........
Micheal: Weird...
Luke: *trys to moslest Sammy*
Matt: *throws paper clip at juliet*
Juliet: What the hell matt?
Matt: *messeswith stuff*
Micheal: Matt, I declare war on table seven.
Leo: youre an accomplice to crime...
*whole table throws rulers at each other*
Matt: *coughs*
Micheal: I shanked you
Matt: *defends himself with a ruler*
Sammy: Luke you didnt even finish the work. *throws rulers*
Luke: ow! what the hell is your problem.
Rima: *messes with stuff*
Matt: *throws stuff*
Micheal: *launches rulers off a book* Matt, didyou see that?
Matt: *murmurs*
Juliet: What the hell!?
Luke: Imma poke you,*pokes juliet*
Juliet: ...
Micheal: watch out matt, imma get you *launches ruler off of book*
Matt: *throws ruler back*
Juliet: we are ending this posting of accord of this reporter getting hurt. *dodges ruler*
SEE YA NEXT TIME!
Micheal: I was asking for your cell. Why would i want your home phone?
Sammy:...
Luke:I dont even recognize your house number.
*dood.IM not posting the numbers.
Juliet: *typity type type*
Claire: I cant think of anything.
Mark: The stars shinein the evening but they can also shine in the morning.
Rhen: I likepi.
Juliet: That was ... random
Mark: I know.
Micheal: I should get the teachers phone number and call them in class.
Luke: I'm still finishing this you know.
Micheal: Oh shiet. Was that you?
Sammy: Yea.
Micheal: Hi. *dramatic tone*
Juliet: WTH WAS THAT.
Micheal: Look they're all sagging.
Luke: Andthey raise their armsand...
Chorus: EWWW!
Sammy: Takes picture of Micheal's "mesosexy" student ID xD
Julet: Rima, Matt... a quote.
*silence*
SAmmy: Are you molesting him?
Micheal: No, why would I be molesting him?
Luke: I dont know. Breakdance...
Juliet: Did he just say rape dance?
Luke: BREAKDANCE
Micheal: *eats skittle* WHAT?! what?
Luke: what?
Sammy: WHAT?!
Juliet:.... the heck...
Micheal: and i declare war on table seven!
Juliet: And i.........
Micheal: Weird...
Luke: *trys to moslest Sammy*
Matt: *throws paper clip at juliet*
Juliet: What the hell matt?
Matt: *messeswith stuff*
Micheal: Matt, I declare war on table seven.
Leo: youre an accomplice to crime...
*whole table throws rulers at each other*
Matt: *coughs*
Micheal: I shanked you
Matt: *defends himself with a ruler*
Sammy: Luke you didnt even finish the work. *throws rulers*
Luke: ow! what the hell is your problem.
Rima: *messes with stuff*
Matt: *throws stuff*
Micheal: *launches rulers off a book* Matt, didyou see that?
Matt: *murmurs*
Juliet: What the hell!?
Luke: Imma poke you,*pokes juliet*
Juliet: ...
Micheal: watch out matt, imma get you *launches ruler off of book*
Matt: *throws ruler back*
Juliet: we are ending this posting of accord of this reporter getting hurt. *dodges ruler*
SEE YA NEXT TIME!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Did I ever tell you?
Theres a lot of things people keep secret. To air out their dirty laundry is unspeakable. And yet some confess because they want attention. This is what I do. Sort of, in a sense. I dont really do much except blog about my life in all its lovely unnesscesseryness. I take pride in telling you what you already know. XD Completely random, yet makes comeplete sense.
Today I had one of those moments when i say "WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?!" in my head repeatedly. You ever say to yourself, "He's soooooo cuttteee~!" while staring at a random guy on the bus. Yeah, I did. Cute meaning hawt. Perfect voice, perfect height, perfect smile. Ah~ And then I snapped out of it when I saw the bigger picture. I was being materialistic. Looks do not equal personality... unless you are in middle school in which case looks = more than personality. Ugh. PIGS! And besides me being materialistic, I realized he was surrounded by a bunch of girly groupies.
Life lesson No1 : IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, ALL HANDSOME GUYS HAVE GROUPIES.
Handsome defined as classicly handsome; height should be around 5'3 or higher, semi-athletic build (o.o DONT TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY!), voice has a mellow tone to it, and etc. I guess its not really FAIR to generalize, but I do generalize anyways. That might be sorta the more general criteria for middle school. No offense to those who have other criteria. >.<
Juliet has different criteria which may change along with time: (PLEASE DO NOT POKE FUN AT ME PEOPLE WHOM I KNOW WHO ARE READING THIS!) height: 5"2 or higher, semi-athletic build, charming, sweet, funny, has some sort of brains... heres where it splits into catagories:
CATAGORY A: Narcisstic (more narcisstic than sadistic): Guys who fit into the group of self agrandizement... sorta... not too much. Quiet, conservative, shy. And probably an all around good listener who would be comforting to be with.
CATAGORY B: Jester type: Can carry on a conversation, can tell jokes, though can use their brains. Can make people laugh.
CATAGORY C: (this type of person rarely ever exists): PRINCE TYPE: classically handsome, lady-killer, sweep off feet, naturally surrounded by roses. (STUPID GROUPIES! WHY?!) Can talk suavely, intelligent, good listener, can carry on a conversation, seems like they can pull flowers out of nowhere, and HUGGABLE!
KYAAA~! JULIET IS GOING SUPER KYA OVER THIS. AT LEAST NO GUYS READ MY BLOG NE~? OR ELSE THIS WILL BE BIG TROUBLE FOR JULIET! Oh noes. I have to go. peace out.
Today I had one of those moments when i say "WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?!" in my head repeatedly. You ever say to yourself, "He's soooooo cuttteee~!" while staring at a random guy on the bus. Yeah, I did. Cute meaning hawt. Perfect voice, perfect height, perfect smile. Ah~ And then I snapped out of it when I saw the bigger picture. I was being materialistic. Looks do not equal personality... unless you are in middle school in which case looks = more than personality. Ugh. PIGS! And besides me being materialistic, I realized he was surrounded by a bunch of girly groupies.
Life lesson No1 : IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, ALL HANDSOME GUYS HAVE GROUPIES.
Handsome defined as classicly handsome; height should be around 5'3 or higher, semi-athletic build (o.o DONT TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY!), voice has a mellow tone to it, and etc. I guess its not really FAIR to generalize, but I do generalize anyways. That might be sorta the more general criteria for middle school. No offense to those who have other criteria. >.<
Juliet has different criteria which may change along with time: (PLEASE DO NOT POKE FUN AT ME PEOPLE WHOM I KNOW WHO ARE READING THIS!) height: 5"2 or higher, semi-athletic build, charming, sweet, funny, has some sort of brains... heres where it splits into catagories:
CATAGORY A: Narcisstic (more narcisstic than sadistic): Guys who fit into the group of self agrandizement... sorta... not too much. Quiet, conservative, shy. And probably an all around good listener who would be comforting to be with.
CATAGORY B: Jester type: Can carry on a conversation, can tell jokes, though can use their brains. Can make people laugh.
CATAGORY C: (this type of person rarely ever exists): PRINCE TYPE: classically handsome, lady-killer, sweep off feet, naturally surrounded by roses. (STUPID GROUPIES! WHY?!) Can talk suavely, intelligent, good listener, can carry on a conversation, seems like they can pull flowers out of nowhere, and HUGGABLE!
KYAAA~! JULIET IS GOING SUPER KYA OVER THIS. AT LEAST NO GUYS READ MY BLOG NE~? OR ELSE THIS WILL BE BIG TROUBLE FOR JULIET! Oh noes. I have to go. peace out.
-Juliet
Monday, October 20, 2008
Vicki for an idiot-free blog.
I want an idiot free blog, I just dont GET one. My life is full of idiots, including me. Which is why my blog is called the chronicles of idiocism.
New site: freewebs.com/theskyisblueidiots
Obviousicty meets idiocism.
ITS BETTER THAN MICHEAL'S BLOGGER! xD
FROM NOW ON I WANT A MATT-FREE BLOG. It annoys me that what I have written about is mostly about him. I must go eat ramen and risotto now. FLARS!
New site: freewebs.com/theskyisblueidiots
Obviousicty meets idiocism.
ITS BETTER THAN MICHEAL'S BLOGGER! xD
FROM NOW ON I WANT A MATT-FREE BLOG. It annoys me that what I have written about is mostly about him. I must go eat ramen and risotto now. FLARS!
♪ Nobody knows where you might end up ♪
sometimes.
some days
I want to sleep until 3 pm.
This is one of those days.
-Juliet
OMG. THE POLICE FOUND OUT ABOUT MY BLOG!
I know, it sucks. xD Jking. Its just Ria and Matt. Ria.... have I mentioned Ria? It might be on the sky is blue idiots or I rock, you know it betch. Its on one of my blogs. Micheal is here with me right now in science, harping on how he's making $8 a day... scratch that, he's just an idiot. I keep my blog spam free for you, my audience.
Ria- My fwend. Catagorized into group- semi-popular -> popular. Not fair...
Matt... FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS BLOG SO NOW IM ON THE RACE TO REMOVE THE TRASH TALK THAT I PUT ABOUT HIM ON THIS BLOG WHICH IS TOTALLY SUCKY! Bleh. Now I have a reason to harp about his idiocy. Must... resist... trash talk... NOOOES!
Too late to apologize? What kind of lame song lyrics are those. He ruined my song. HE RUINED IT. Sammy is here. Sammy say hi!
Sammy: hello. woah...it's wierd being in someone else's blog... lol bye.
Juliet: I was expecting maybe a longer quote...
CRAP. MATT SUCKS ASSS. STUPID LIER REMEMBERED MY BLOG DOMAIN. EW. CRAAADDD.
Claire: I need to pee
Juliet: ...
Micheal: Dont look at me, I got my quotes off of sparknotes.
Juliet: Idiot.
Luke:And today Imma go watch a..... with my friends.
*these are real quotes from real people.
Matt: I hacked your account.
Juliet: Retard.....
Matt: I hacked your account?
Rhen: Obviously. Meaning you hacked her account.
Juliet: ...
Leo: Who am I?
Juliet: Your name is leo?
Leo: What kind of a stupid name is leo?
Juliet: One that took me 3 hours to think of.
Leo.... *walks away*
Micheal: *chews on gum*
Rhen: Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na. ;D *snaps fingers in a z-formation*
Matt: apple+ q
Juliet: STUUUPPIIID!
Matt: Leo, who am I? ooh. Whats this stuff in your backpack. *flips through juliet's sci wkbk*
Rhen: BOB-CHAN! -snaps finger- 8DDDDD
Juliet: Matt, go away....
Matt: *un understandable mumuring* What's Nicko's name
Juliet: He's not on here
Luke: Who am I?
Juliet:...
Rhen: Kin-chan talks too much, seriously. I mean because you know, in our role play, kin-chan interacts with everyone in horrible spelling and grammar.
Juliet: o.O
Rhen: I get all his LJ alerts, considering, um, I play him. |3
Juliet: >.>
Jules must end this... for NAO! I will be right back. Micheal is a poser. ... xD
Ria- My fwend. Catagorized into group- semi-popular -> popular. Not fair...
Matt... FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS BLOG SO NOW IM ON THE RACE TO REMOVE THE TRASH TALK THAT I PUT ABOUT HIM ON THIS BLOG WHICH IS TOTALLY SUCKY! Bleh. Now I have a reason to harp about his idiocy. Must... resist... trash talk... NOOOES!
Too late to apologize? What kind of lame song lyrics are those. He ruined my song. HE RUINED IT. Sammy is here. Sammy say hi!
Sammy: hello. woah...it's wierd being in someone else's blog... lol bye.
Juliet: I was expecting maybe a longer quote...
CRAP. MATT SUCKS ASSS. STUPID LIER REMEMBERED MY BLOG DOMAIN. EW. CRAAADDD.
Claire: I need to pee
Juliet: ...
Micheal: Dont look at me, I got my quotes off of sparknotes.
Juliet: Idiot.
Luke:And today Imma go watch a..... with my friends.
*these are real quotes from real people.
Matt: I hacked your account.
Juliet: Retard.....
Matt: I hacked your account?
Rhen: Obviously. Meaning you hacked her account.
Juliet: ...
Leo: Who am I?
Juliet: Your name is leo?
Leo: What kind of a stupid name is leo?
Juliet: One that took me 3 hours to think of.
Leo.... *walks away*
Micheal: *chews on gum*
Rhen: Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na. ;D *snaps fingers in a z-formation*
Matt: apple+ q
Juliet: STUUUPPIIID!
Matt: Leo, who am I? ooh. Whats this stuff in your backpack. *flips through juliet's sci wkbk*
Rhen: BOB-CHAN! -snaps finger- 8DDDDD
Juliet: Matt, go away....
Matt: *un understandable mumuring* What's Nicko's name
Juliet: He's not on here
Luke: Who am I?
Juliet:...
Rhen: Kin-chan talks too much, seriously. I mean because you know, in our role play, kin-chan interacts with everyone in horrible spelling and grammar.
Juliet: o.O
Rhen: I get all his LJ alerts, considering, um, I play him. |3
Juliet: >.>
Jules must end this... for NAO! I will be right back. Micheal is a poser. ... xD
Saturday, October 18, 2008
semi-depressing.
Gragh. Who knew that guitars were so hard to play?
Pft. I give up.
Its annoying to think about high school and the future. Who will you meet? Who will be your friend? Who will you marry? BLECH. Its all a mystery to the most of us. THats why I want to go to a psychic. An accurate one like the one bloom has in the Ex list. I love that show so much. Its a hilarious drama. An idiot once told me that the future is nothing but the past repeated. Well, it is sorta true.
Like a week or a few weeks ago, I opened my time capsule from my elementary school days and I was amazed at how much I've changed. And how much some things just never change. I still watch the winx club (kekeke~), read romeo and juliet over and over again(and I still hate alls well that ends well. Shakespeare's comedies are like me trying to write jokes. FAIL.), eat mochi (mochi= <3),>
I am girlier and more or less wanting to be popular. I want to have a piece of the popularity pie. This is occured in my desparation to develop a social life. A LIFE. The saying "get a life" derives from my life. Its not that I hate my life, though I do, but because my life is so BORING that I wish something would happen. Its a repetitive routine. Gragh. I have to go run around. I dont get to meddle with peoples lives anymore. I dont get to be less poised or more poised. Let me get this straight too. I AM NOT A RICH PERSON. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? Do you see me with anything relatively close to expensive? No. I am relatively poised. Its called practice for the real world and its also due to the fact that I CANT SPEAK TO PEOPLE IN A NORMAL CASUAL MANNER!
One of four things happens when I talk to people:
1. I talk in an overly sweet voice which only occurs when I am around older people.
2. I tell people "youre annoying." and I act in a rude manner causing them to flee. I give them additude. I talk in a weird sorta deep sounding voice which is worse than my normal one. This happens when I am super intimidated and I feel i need to stand my ground.
3. I joke around and laugh a lot. Happens only when I am around guys. Cept its not flirting. Because I still sound like an evil maniac. xD I really need to get that fixed. Its not that I cant flirt... its I KNOW HOW TO FLIRT BUT I NEVER GET A CHANCE BECAUSE GUYS ARE MAGNETICALLY ATTACTED TO TESS OR BELLA. It gets annoying sometimes because they have guys playing into their hands and they dont choose one. GIVE ME MY HAREM BACKKKK. Blech. Maybe because im not girly enough. GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY THE HELL IM NOT GIRLY ENOUGH.
4. I talk in a tinkerish voice who gradually fades into a normal voice. Happens when around friends.
-sigh- i need to fix all of this... its so... BLECH. I need more to show for my life than bad social skills and the fact that I am totally fake around people who I dont know well.
BTW: I AM FAKE AROUND PEOPLE I DONT KNOW WELL.
I am like the fakest person in fakersville, fakeland. XD
I cant talk normally to anyone but my closest friends and guys. Its built into my genes. My parents did that. Their semi-popular genes collided and now im left without that gene. WHICH HAS MADE ME A DORK. SOMETHING THAT WAS ON MY NEVER BECOME LIST IN 4TH GRADE. >.<>
I shall be back after i gather gossip from my source. REVERSE DORKIFICATION. REVERSE MY NERDISM. T.T
Pft. I give up.
Its annoying to think about high school and the future. Who will you meet? Who will be your friend? Who will you marry? BLECH. Its all a mystery to the most of us. THats why I want to go to a psychic. An accurate one like the one bloom has in the Ex list. I love that show so much. Its a hilarious drama. An idiot once told me that the future is nothing but the past repeated. Well, it is sorta true.
Like a week or a few weeks ago, I opened my time capsule from my elementary school days and I was amazed at how much I've changed. And how much some things just never change. I still watch the winx club (kekeke~), read romeo and juliet over and over again(and I still hate alls well that ends well. Shakespeare's comedies are like me trying to write jokes. FAIL.), eat mochi (mochi= <3),>
I am girlier and more or less wanting to be popular. I want to have a piece of the popularity pie. This is occured in my desparation to develop a social life. A LIFE. The saying "get a life" derives from my life. Its not that I hate my life, though I do, but because my life is so BORING that I wish something would happen. Its a repetitive routine. Gragh. I have to go run around. I dont get to meddle with peoples lives anymore. I dont get to be less poised or more poised. Let me get this straight too. I AM NOT A RICH PERSON. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? Do you see me with anything relatively close to expensive? No. I am relatively poised. Its called practice for the real world and its also due to the fact that I CANT SPEAK TO PEOPLE IN A NORMAL CASUAL MANNER!
One of four things happens when I talk to people:
1. I talk in an overly sweet voice which only occurs when I am around older people.
2. I tell people "youre annoying." and I act in a rude manner causing them to flee. I give them additude. I talk in a weird sorta deep sounding voice which is worse than my normal one. This happens when I am super intimidated and I feel i need to stand my ground.
3. I joke around and laugh a lot. Happens only when I am around guys. Cept its not flirting. Because I still sound like an evil maniac. xD I really need to get that fixed. Its not that I cant flirt... its I KNOW HOW TO FLIRT BUT I NEVER GET A CHANCE BECAUSE GUYS ARE MAGNETICALLY ATTACTED TO TESS OR BELLA. It gets annoying sometimes because they have guys playing into their hands and they dont choose one. GIVE ME MY HAREM BACKKKK. Blech. Maybe because im not girly enough. GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY THE HELL IM NOT GIRLY ENOUGH.
4. I talk in a tinkerish voice who gradually fades into a normal voice. Happens when around friends.
-sigh- i need to fix all of this... its so... BLECH. I need more to show for my life than bad social skills and the fact that I am totally fake around people who I dont know well.
BTW: I AM FAKE AROUND PEOPLE I DONT KNOW WELL.
I am like the fakest person in fakersville, fakeland. XD
I cant talk normally to anyone but my closest friends and guys. Its built into my genes. My parents did that. Their semi-popular genes collided and now im left without that gene. WHICH HAS MADE ME A DORK. SOMETHING THAT WAS ON MY NEVER BECOME LIST IN 4TH GRADE. >.<>
I shall be back after i gather gossip from my source. REVERSE DORKIFICATION. REVERSE MY NERDISM. T.T
If you are looking for Vicki
She is not here right now
Juliet is here though
stewing in her paranoia of her own life
-slaps juliet-
SNAP THE HELL OUT OF IT!
-Juliet VanSchulear.
or JVS? WTF >.<
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Past Lives.
Ever think that you had past lives? I always think I do. It might explain the fright of being killed by a car, my paranoia of walking by myself on the street, and my personality. xD
I think I was part of the french aristocracy at one point. That would explain the weird dreams about poofy dresses. I lived in new york, I smoked and I had a cat. I had a husband that cheated on me. I had a love that worked out. I had a collection of dolls. I had been killed. I slit my wrists before. I have stared into countless eyes. I am fickle.
Today:
I live in Los Angeles. I hate my life. I have a fright of being kidnapped, run over, or dying alone. My name is Vicki. My name is Juliet VanSchulear. My heart is indominated. I am still as free as hell. I am still as shy as hell. I am a tomboy. I am a prep. I am goth. I am an otaku. I am a neat freak. I am a nerd. I am horribly bad at talking to people. I give off too much poise. Everyone thinks Im weird. I am the anti fashionista. I am the beauty queen. I have been acting perfectly since the day I was born. I am a compulsive lier. I adapt your personalities. My life comes from chaos. I live on the power of love, destruction, and the undying pursuit of happiness. I live on coffee, tv, and my computer. I live off of my blog. I have no friends. No best friends. I am a cat. I am a dove. I am pink. I am blue. I am your nemisis and your ally. I am tired. I have a life and its right here. Its all on this blog. Most of my life can be traced back through my thoughts.
If they ever do invent freezing someone before they die, I want to be dressed in a satin, frilly, girly nightgown forever clutching my teddy bear. No where to run, no where to hide. 8:22 is the time when hearts are broken. 2.8.0.8. are the times when hearts are broken. 3:00 AM is the time when hearts are broken. 3:00 PM is when they feign apology. 6:35 is when they confess. 12:09 is when they are rejected. 35. 35. 35. 35. 35. 35. 35. One hundred years before I can die. I still have years to go. I still have a ways to go. I still have my letter with the fill in the blank in my top right drawer. Just waiting. Again. It's nice to be left behind because I am alone. Alone. Left. Alone. All. Alone. And it starts again. Wake up in the morning. All. Alone. No hugs. No pity. No empathy. Empty words, thoughts. Hallowed smiles and laughs. Arrogance, desolation. Isolation. Do not pity me, for it is always like this. Left alone, behind, somewhere, mute, weak, slow, blind, heartless, defenseless. Drag me along to throw away like a rag doll. I could cry, but I never cry. I never cry, ever. For crying is a sign of weakness and I am not weak. I can kill you in competition. Dont drag me along and dont leave me alone. Because if you do, then I will cry. For the first time, in a long time, I will cry.
I think I was part of the french aristocracy at one point. That would explain the weird dreams about poofy dresses. I lived in new york, I smoked and I had a cat. I had a husband that cheated on me. I had a love that worked out. I had a collection of dolls. I had been killed. I slit my wrists before. I have stared into countless eyes. I am fickle.
Today:
I live in Los Angeles. I hate my life. I have a fright of being kidnapped, run over, or dying alone. My name is Vicki. My name is Juliet VanSchulear. My heart is indominated. I am still as free as hell. I am still as shy as hell. I am a tomboy. I am a prep. I am goth. I am an otaku. I am a neat freak. I am a nerd. I am horribly bad at talking to people. I give off too much poise. Everyone thinks Im weird. I am the anti fashionista. I am the beauty queen. I have been acting perfectly since the day I was born. I am a compulsive lier. I adapt your personalities. My life comes from chaos. I live on the power of love, destruction, and the undying pursuit of happiness. I live on coffee, tv, and my computer. I live off of my blog. I have no friends. No best friends. I am a cat. I am a dove. I am pink. I am blue. I am your nemisis and your ally. I am tired. I have a life and its right here. Its all on this blog. Most of my life can be traced back through my thoughts.
If they ever do invent freezing someone before they die, I want to be dressed in a satin, frilly, girly nightgown forever clutching my teddy bear. No where to run, no where to hide. 8:22 is the time when hearts are broken. 2.8.0.8. are the times when hearts are broken. 3:00 AM is the time when hearts are broken. 3:00 PM is when they feign apology. 6:35 is when they confess. 12:09 is when they are rejected. 35. 35. 35. 35. 35. 35. 35. One hundred years before I can die. I still have years to go. I still have a ways to go. I still have my letter with the fill in the blank in my top right drawer. Just waiting. Again. It's nice to be left behind because I am alone. Alone. Left. Alone. All. Alone. And it starts again. Wake up in the morning. All. Alone. No hugs. No pity. No empathy. Empty words, thoughts. Hallowed smiles and laughs. Arrogance, desolation. Isolation. Do not pity me, for it is always like this. Left alone, behind, somewhere, mute, weak, slow, blind, heartless, defenseless. Drag me along to throw away like a rag doll. I could cry, but I never cry. I never cry, ever. For crying is a sign of weakness and I am not weak. I can kill you in competition. Dont drag me along and dont leave me alone. Because if you do, then I will cry. For the first time, in a long time, I will cry.
You are talking to a poet
The loneliest on of the group
Because I didnt want a group
Mutual reasoning.
Love me. Dont pity my piety.
-Juliet
I want one too.
Flucking MICHEAL, SAMMY, AND LUKE. I stayed up until now to tweak the pwrpt. I'll work on it at school. =p Im just really tired. Its 2:50 AM and i still need to watch the debate and then I have geometry and the outline. T.T You all are trying to kill me I swear. I am getting a weak immune system ya idiots. Luke, you did one slide and you even screwed that up. xD Is that even possible? Yesh. I fixed it anyways. And micheal, the backgrounds are all compressed and crud so I cant fix it to look NICE. I have a 7 minute break b4 two hours of DEBATE and then sleep. I remember I have to do something about something but I dont remember what we are supposed to do. >.> I want to stabbbb demmmm. BLAH.
Okay, on another subject, I have to grab a group of guys and go. The ones who arent taken anyways. I am going to make this huge entrance with everyone and I will be prettified. My hair is going to be pinned up in a delicate curly do, my make up will be a bit heavier than that of usual, and my dress will be like a princess dress. Or I could dress in jeans. Or victorianesque style. I just want an entourage for once. And its going to look like really erm ... .... dancing. I finally get to do whatever the hell I want and not get criticized for it. ^_^
Oh. And about the video, doesnt everyone want that to happen. THe prince and princess thing. The old country english dance I actually know how to dance amazingly which actually creeps me out. Im crying over it since i probably will not have anything remotely like that until I am in HIGH SCHOOL. Pya. Ksuksu is halloween. Call me ksuksu~
I want a prince
Who will sweep me off my feet
And catch me before I fall
A sweet and funny one?
A smart and narcissistic one?
The lady-killer type is not my type.
Someone who would actually like me.
Not going to happen today.
If you can guess who, then you are insanely smart.
Prince charming my ass. xD some prince...
-Vicki
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
oops. I forgot some people.
I FORGOT SOME PEOPLE BELIEVE IT OR NOT. There are more people in my pineapple family:
Liza- Um. Poetically sarcastic and mellowly violent
Trent (IM RUNNING OUT OF GENERIC NAMES!)- liza+trent= ^_^
Leon (i got it from the title of an artist. RUNNNING OUT OF NAMES PEOPLE)- depressive, joking, and .... vicki ran out of ideas
Susanah- always um peppy and ... is the only normal one of us all besides 2 others. xD
Lily- >.<>
______________________________________________________
Blars. Vicki has to start hw.
Liza- Um. Poetically sarcastic and mellowly violent
Trent (IM RUNNING OUT OF GENERIC NAMES!)- liza+trent= ^_^
Leon (i got it from the title of an artist. RUNNNING OUT OF NAMES PEOPLE)- depressive, joking, and .... vicki ran out of ideas
Susanah- always um peppy and ... is the only normal one of us all besides 2 others. xD
Lily- >.<>
______________________________________________________
Blars. Vicki has to start hw.
VanSchulear.
That is the best made up last name that I have created yet
Besides something else
Lipstick on a Palin.
Worse than lipstick on a pig.
xD
-KIKI DESU~
14 hours latar....
Vicki ish at her aunties house, typing this blog. I may have gotten new readers so... READ THE FRIGGIN DESCRIPTION THEN YOU CAN START READING! Mkay. So anyways, I have not slept since that time and I have been up failing tests and acing tests today so I blame it on the few hours of sleep I got yesterday, the fact that I had to run a mile and that I knew nothing about geometric poofs. POOFS.
Gawsh, mushrooms these days. New couples are forming everywhere and it is my duty to report how many~ I missed out on a couple of days gossip cause my sources and my gaydar/ gossip radar/ gaydar was off. So there are 5 new ones in total since I last posted about couples. Gawsh. And they seem so freakin sweet. I wish I was like that, but a personality test told me I was a misfit. Catagories, catagories...
WHO WOULD BE IN WHICH CATAGORY?
Ashton- nerd
Rayne- jock/bully (puhi! YOU HEARD ME RAYNE!)
Matt- jock (not so much.)/ nerd (thats the 80% part.)
MELON- RANDOM!
Rhen- More random and sorta perved
Luke- um... DORK.
Sammy- .... uncatagorized?
Micheal- loser/wannabe. or a teachers pet. or just ...uncatagorized. (I CANT DIS PEOPLE TOO MUCH OR ILL GETT KILT IN REALS LIKE SO SAMMY AND LUKE. DO NOT TELL MICHEAL I TOLD YOU THAT.)
Christine- popular (tho she denies it, she is.)
Analie- the follower
Diana- the conversation continuator
New people:
Tess: Fun, popular. and bright and cheery~
James: Popular/jockish/ is together with tess tho they have denied it long enough.
Sandy: erm. irdk.
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On another topic:
Matt told me that Ashton might like me cause a little bird (GOSSSSSSIPY ANNOYING LITTLE BIRD WHO MAKES UP RUMORS. MY STUFF WRITTEN HERE IS TRUE. Just stop. You know what. GO HOME. See that window. Jump out. xD)
told him. MATT IS THE MOST LYING PERSON IN THE WORLD AND THE PERSON I DO NOT TRUST THE MOST. (And i have beat him to the dispatch. xD that might tell you who he is.) ASHTON MOST DEFINATELY DOES. NOT. LIKE. ME. He is my fwend. And it is awkward how he talks about sports, but... hes a friend. A FRIEND and i want to make that totally clear because last year, there was a MEAN rumor going around me from TESS. Tessssss. T.T Anyways, ASHTON, MATT, AND RAYNE HAVE DENIED INVITATIONS TO THE WINTER SEMI-FORMAL. SO HA! Take that tess and other person who I will not name since I do not want her in this blog.
Thats right. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE PART OF THE IMMORTALLY IMORAL PINEAPPLE. I mean immortal. Im not that immoral.The who thing is just insane i tell you. IN-SANE.
All the good dates are taken and I may have officially given up on going to the winter ball. I might go ask a few more people and try the poster thing, but I want someone intresting and someone nice. There are no nice people left in this world. They all make fun of me. THEY ENVY ME. xD jking. Im not that conceited. Anyways, today we had to host a dance. THEY ARE LIKE NIGHTCLUBS EXCEPT WITH TWICE THE SEXUAL EMPHASIS> ITS SO EW. I dont like going to them, but its considered fundraising which reminds me that I have to do fundraising too.
HALLOWWEEEEN is coming up in a couple of weeks so I have to get going on my costume, its my chara transformation DARK KSUKSU~! I got it from watching too much anime so on halloween I will be a jester or a cheerleader. Ksuksu works for both so the demented clown seems nice. I took the idea from the harajuku district. It seems so nice and frilly. I must be a KSU KSU CHEERLEADER CLOWN. I shall have a routine planned out. I have to find a song or use garageband over the few days to get it right.
OOO. And btw; Christine and Matt are in my group for heeesstori which makes things twice as worse. BECAUSE MATT SEEMS NICE ON THE SURFACE BUT HES REALLY BOSSY AND I WANT TO SLAP HIM IN THE FACE AND SAY " GET IT TOGETHER WOMAN!" BUT THE REACTION WOULD BE "..." SO IT WOULDNT BE AS FUNNY. Matt should try to not have a stick up his arrrrsssseeeeeee. ha i said it. xD FUN KILLER! CHRISTINE AND ME MAKE A BETTER TEAM! We shall record our voices over yours. Meanies.
Anyways, thats it for me. Its my mums b-day so i must go celebrate. ^_^;
Gawsh, mushrooms these days. New couples are forming everywhere and it is my duty to report how many~ I missed out on a couple of days gossip cause my sources and my gaydar/ gossip radar/ gaydar was off. So there are 5 new ones in total since I last posted about couples. Gawsh. And they seem so freakin sweet. I wish I was like that, but a personality test told me I was a misfit. Catagories, catagories...
WHO WOULD BE IN WHICH CATAGORY?
Ashton- nerd
Rayne- jock/bully (puhi! YOU HEARD ME RAYNE!)
Matt- jock (not so much.)/ nerd (thats the 80% part.)
MELON- RANDOM!
Rhen- More random and sorta perved
Luke- um... DORK.
Sammy- .... uncatagorized?
Micheal- loser/wannabe. or a teachers pet. or just ...uncatagorized. (I CANT DIS PEOPLE TOO MUCH OR ILL GETT KILT IN REALS LIKE SO SAMMY AND LUKE. DO NOT TELL MICHEAL I TOLD YOU THAT.)
Christine- popular (tho she denies it, she is.)
Analie- the follower
Diana- the conversation continuator
New people:
Tess: Fun, popular. and bright and cheery~
James: Popular/jockish/ is together with tess tho they have denied it long enough.
Sandy: erm. irdk.
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On another topic:
Matt told me that Ashton might like me cause a little bird (GOSSSSSSIPY ANNOYING LITTLE BIRD WHO MAKES UP RUMORS. MY STUFF WRITTEN HERE IS TRUE. Just stop. You know what. GO HOME. See that window. Jump out. xD)
told him. MATT IS THE MOST LYING PERSON IN THE WORLD AND THE PERSON I DO NOT TRUST THE MOST. (And i have beat him to the dispatch. xD that might tell you who he is.) ASHTON MOST DEFINATELY DOES. NOT. LIKE. ME. He is my fwend. And it is awkward how he talks about sports, but... hes a friend. A FRIEND and i want to make that totally clear because last year, there was a MEAN rumor going around me from TESS. Tessssss. T.T Anyways, ASHTON, MATT, AND RAYNE HAVE DENIED INVITATIONS TO THE WINTER SEMI-FORMAL. SO HA! Take that tess and other person who I will not name since I do not want her in this blog.
Thats right. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE PART OF THE IMMORTALLY IMORAL PINEAPPLE. I mean immortal. Im not that immoral.The who thing is just insane i tell you. IN-SANE.
All the good dates are taken and I may have officially given up on going to the winter ball. I might go ask a few more people and try the poster thing, but I want someone intresting and someone nice. There are no nice people left in this world. They all make fun of me. THEY ENVY ME. xD jking. Im not that conceited. Anyways, today we had to host a dance. THEY ARE LIKE NIGHTCLUBS EXCEPT WITH TWICE THE SEXUAL EMPHASIS> ITS SO EW. I dont like going to them, but its considered fundraising which reminds me that I have to do fundraising too.
HALLOWWEEEEN is coming up in a couple of weeks so I have to get going on my costume, its my chara transformation DARK KSUKSU~! I got it from watching too much anime so on halloween I will be a jester or a cheerleader. Ksuksu works for both so the demented clown seems nice. I took the idea from the harajuku district. It seems so nice and frilly. I must be a KSU KSU CHEERLEADER CLOWN. I shall have a routine planned out. I have to find a song or use garageband over the few days to get it right.
OOO. And btw; Christine and Matt are in my group for heeesstori which makes things twice as worse. BECAUSE MATT SEEMS NICE ON THE SURFACE BUT HES REALLY BOSSY AND I WANT TO SLAP HIM IN THE FACE AND SAY " GET IT TOGETHER WOMAN!" BUT THE REACTION WOULD BE "..." SO IT WOULDNT BE AS FUNNY. Matt should try to not have a stick up his arrrrsssseeeeeee. ha i said it. xD FUN KILLER! CHRISTINE AND ME MAKE A BETTER TEAM! We shall record our voices over yours. Meanies.
Anyways, thats it for me. Its my mums b-day so i must go celebrate. ^_^;
I want to get out of here
and drink ICED tea
THERE IS NO ICE HERE!
NOOOES!
-Kiki. Formerly known as Vicki
Sleeeep.
Its about 4 in the morning and I am fully awake watching anime, drama, and CHUCK! I slept for like two hours so that should be okay right? Doesnt matter. My post is gonna be extra short since I have to work on my cornell notes which take FOR-E-VER to finish. I am about to cry my eyes out so if you will excuse me...
Monday, October 13, 2008
EXTRA LONG PAGE. (stop thinking wrong xD)
ooo. Srry for not posting guys. Its been a HORRID week so Imma post an EXTRA EXTRA LONG POST just for you guys. Heres it is:
It’s a crapshack. That’s what life is. Sitting here in the same old room day after day, you get to wondering, “Why the hell do I put up with this?” Day after day, the same, repetitive thing happens. The alarm rings, roll around until I am awake, and enjoy the thing I love best about mornings; the 5 seconds when you wonder where the hell you are. I get out of bed; look in the mirror to check for dark circles under my eyes. Inevitably there are usually dark ones that I get for pulling all-nighters or half all-nighters, but the eye cream will fix that. After that, I hop into the shower. That is the time when I ponder how large my ass has gotten or how flat my chest is or how fat I am getting. They say you can never get the true picture from criticizing yourself, but usually you can. I grab the “fragrance-free” bar of soap, then the shampoo. Shampoo, lather, rinse, conditioner, rinse. Jumping out of the shower, I grab my pink towel and dry off my hair, put on my uniform, and blow dry my hair for a minute. Who has enough time to blow dry their hair more than that? Run into the bedroom, grab my bag, pull on my socks, and kick on my shoes. Grab the keys, cell phone, bus card, and paperwork. Run into the car and go. 10 minutes and I arrive in front of hell. Middle school.
They always say that it’s not as bad you think it is. It’s just much, much worse. I have to stand it every freaking day, except for weekends on which I have paperwork (its not homework, it’s a stack of paperwork) to do. The days are always the same. They usually never change. Its always an ongoing cycle of horror.
I get to school and cross the street, thinking about how wonderful the air smells. Then 5 cars pass by expelling exhaust into my face and suddenly, I feel sick. Stupid crossing guards don’t give a damn about us kids; they just want their paycheck. The light is broken so we have 15 seconds until the light changes to red and another 3 minutes for it to turn back. I seriously think I had a vein pop. So I walk across the street on a WONDERFUL MONDAY morning into homeroom and find my table. My whole homeroom is cool and I am not. Homeroom = cool. Vicki= not. After 30 minutes of antagonizing over my coolisity, wanting to flip off the flag, and moving my coat around, I get to go to first period.
PE. The first two letters of period. Everyone seems to be talking about theirs and the guys are staying mile and miles away. Its funny when you actually see it. Dance is UGH! We dance, I get pissed off, and I get the hell out after its done, praying that I get an A which will complete my perfect A streak. I am that much of a freak about my A’s. They are my pride and joy and I will NOT have them snatched away from my claws by stupid ol’ Matt. MATT. At least he has friends… sorta. Eh. He’s as much a loner as the rest of us. Matt. I envy his hair. I WISH I HAD THAT HAIR. Not that haircut though because his haircut looks like driving through Ohio. Hideous. My hair in its perfect sex hair day, looks rawrer than it does normally. Normally, I do not have sex hair. Today, I have sex hair. I love it. I LOVE IT! Sorta.
Anyways, second period is geometry. So I have to race across the entire school, up the stairs, and through the woods to get there. Today was no different. I just raced a little slower. Christina, Analiee, and Diana being the betches that they are, had run off in the opposite directions. SO NOT FRIEND-LIKE. I would love to talk to them like that this way, but like would be less… calm. Life for me is calm. No immediate enemies (I would have pulled their hair out in a second), no drama (life is better with drama though), and no friends (which is both good and bad). My mini harem gives me all the reassurance of a group of friends without the “That top is so hideous.” Or the “Your face is so acne prone.” They’re just insultive and crude. That’s why I like them. I am insultive and crude, yet poised. Anyways its geometry and MS MOAYERI ISNT HERE! I DIDN’T DO MY HW. Yesh~ After an hour of tearing at our hair and crying, we get done with the hw and we run out the door into nutrition.
-End part 1/3-
Belive it or not,
Im too lazy
To write more.
TOO MUCH HW and orange juice.
Bye people
-Vicki
Friday, October 10, 2008
EGADS!
Evil Gross Atrocious Dense Stupidheads also know as EGADS. There are many people of whom I could group into this group. I would name them, but then again the list would go on forever. As would the censor bleeping of my curse words against my enemies. So here are my top nominees for EGADS:
M - hello? Stuck up betch much? Pushy, evil, narcisstic (more than I, thats a suprise), etc. (At least I dont ever have to see her stuck up stupid face ever ever again.)
I also secretly hate Analiee, Diana, and Christine... sorta. They always isolate me and at random times they pull me away from my friends. Argh! They are annoying, repetitive, and always LOVE to leave me behind. Whatever. They werent even my good friends last year. Christine I guess is the better one of the bunch, I've known her for 3 years. Analiee never stops talking about her flirty guy barbie doll (friends since childhood. Until she turned all ... and boring. no offense but when someone is trying to work and you IM them with an I'm bored, they dont usually take it nicely). Diana is over analytical and I always get dragged somewhere by them. I mean, deal with your own problems guys! What's the use of complaining about them. OMG. Im such a hypocrite. xD
Friendwise, my little mini harem is fine thank you very much. My mini harem consists of guys I hang out with at random times... okay most of the time. It's fun being with them and they always have something intresting to chat about whether it was yesterday's baseball game (wtf was with that final inning? The pitch totally sucked) or being complete idiots. I tag along with them and I guess they get pretty annoyed by me. >.<>
When I ish not with teh mini harem (which is really fun if everyone acts fun. Sometimes rayne is too violent and is really >:[ about things. When we play cards, Matt screws it up. Agh! He's either too selfish or a control freak. Matt is : sometimes and sometimes hes x]. An idiot all the same. Ashton is all :] all the time and its so freakin annoying. Sorta, but it's sort fun cause he makes lame jokes all the time and when Im sad it always makes me laugh and the fact that he doesnt get anything makes it even funnier) I ish with my peoples. Melon, Rhen, Raven, Russ, and other peoples. I keeps tracks of these things. I love my mini harem though. IdK why, I just like staying with my mini harem. Maybe its because I've always wanted a mini harem. Or a reverse one anyways. XD reverse harem! -hugs-
I would never really hug them because I am a NO HUG person. If I allow you to hug me, then you are a really good friend. Otherwise, you will not be able to hug me since I will push you away or slink away or say "hey, look over there!" and dash away. AND I CAN DASH PRETTY FAST. You people are all thinking "she's a nerd" right? WRONG. I am the holder of two medals for a running competition held by our school. I won 2nd place last last year and I won first place last year. I am able to kick your ass so do not doubt my ass kicking powers. Or kickass powers. Whatever sounds better.
Being a ballerina makes you a betch. Luckily, I did not become a betch. M did. M is my mortal enemy and the enemy of all living beings. She is a spoiled brat. I mean UGH! Her sister L seems so much nicer. Im getting tired of ranting. I have to replenish my source of KYA! power which I run on everyday. I dont eat breakfast (yea, I know thats horrible but I never wake up early enough) or lunch (cafeteria food isnt exactly the best). So I run on LOVE LOVE power. Yea, it seems dorky, but its true. Who do I love-love? Its gonna be in the next post so stay posted on my blog.
M - hello? Stuck up betch much? Pushy, evil, narcisstic (more than I, thats a suprise), etc. (At least I dont ever have to see her stuck up stupid face ever ever again.)
I also secretly hate Analiee, Diana, and Christine... sorta. They always isolate me and at random times they pull me away from my friends. Argh! They are annoying, repetitive, and always LOVE to leave me behind. Whatever. They werent even my good friends last year. Christine I guess is the better one of the bunch, I've known her for 3 years. Analiee never stops talking about her flirty guy barbie doll (friends since childhood. Until she turned all ... and boring. no offense but when someone is trying to work and you IM them with an I'm bored, they dont usually take it nicely). Diana is over analytical and I always get dragged somewhere by them. I mean, deal with your own problems guys! What's the use of complaining about them. OMG. Im such a hypocrite. xD
Friendwise, my little mini harem is fine thank you very much. My mini harem consists of guys I hang out with at random times... okay most of the time. It's fun being with them and they always have something intresting to chat about whether it was yesterday's baseball game (wtf was with that final inning? The pitch totally sucked) or being complete idiots. I tag along with them and I guess they get pretty annoyed by me. >.<>
When I ish not with teh mini harem (which is really fun if everyone acts fun. Sometimes rayne is too violent and is really >:[ about things. When we play cards, Matt screws it up. Agh! He's either too selfish or a control freak. Matt is : sometimes and sometimes hes x]. An idiot all the same. Ashton is all :] all the time and its so freakin annoying. Sorta, but it's sort fun cause he makes lame jokes all the time and when Im sad it always makes me laugh and the fact that he doesnt get anything makes it even funnier) I ish with my peoples. Melon, Rhen, Raven, Russ, and other peoples. I keeps tracks of these things. I love my mini harem though. IdK why, I just like staying with my mini harem. Maybe its because I've always wanted a mini harem. Or a reverse one anyways. XD reverse harem! -hugs-
I would never really hug them because I am a NO HUG person. If I allow you to hug me, then you are a really good friend. Otherwise, you will not be able to hug me since I will push you away or slink away or say "hey, look over there!" and dash away. AND I CAN DASH PRETTY FAST. You people are all thinking "she's a nerd" right? WRONG. I am the holder of two medals for a running competition held by our school. I won 2nd place last last year and I won first place last year. I am able to kick your ass so do not doubt my ass kicking powers. Or kickass powers. Whatever sounds better.
Being a ballerina makes you a betch. Luckily, I did not become a betch. M did. M is my mortal enemy and the enemy of all living beings. She is a spoiled brat. I mean UGH! Her sister L seems so much nicer. Im getting tired of ranting. I have to replenish my source of KYA! power which I run on everyday. I dont eat breakfast (yea, I know thats horrible but I never wake up early enough) or lunch (cafeteria food isnt exactly the best). So I run on LOVE LOVE power. Yea, it seems dorky, but its true. Who do I love-love? Its gonna be in the next post so stay posted on my blog.
Doki-doki~
Love love power!
I hash it.
DO YOU?
DO YOU?
xoxo
You love me, you hate me
-Vicki
Thursday, October 9, 2008
-sigh- Not ENOUGH drama...
My life is so tame that you could pet it. Its so boring that today would be considered an exciting day. I just woke up from my life 3 and a half hour nap. Yea, I know. Who sleeps that much? Well me. Cause I have to stay up to finish my homework. Im such a horrible student. Im still suprised that im still passing... much less actually doin relatively well. You all have curfues and I get to stay all friggin night on my blog and doing my homework. ...yay. No wonder Im so short!
Avacado masks rock cause they make you look like a monster while beautifying your skin. I think I'm allergic to avacados so dont be suprised if you see me come to school with a whole mess of zits. XD
Btw, the dude I like rejected me (along with Sarah. I know. XD NOT THAT SARAH YOU IDIOTS. ITS AN EFFING MADE UP NAME!). You want to guess who it is? It'll be something to pass the time with. He's an idiot (in my opinion), a dork, I hang around him and his friends sometimes because its more interesting than just sitting around, and ...if I give any more detail you guys will figure it out. What the hell am I talking about, you'd probably figure it out by Halloween.
Sewing a costume is hard, especially when its a demented one. Imma be Vicki the demented clown! DEMENTED. Im just going to walk around telling riddles and telling fortunes. Imma carry tarot cards or something of the sort. Something demented. A black rose? A human heart? Glue?! Its gonna take a while to put together but the make-up will be the hardest. I have to waterpoof it all. A VAMPIRE CLOWN. A mask. >.<
Whatevs people. You can see what time I posted this. I havent started hw so I have to finish my math and science. SO FRIGGIN ARGH! And I must watch private practice and something else. DIRTY SEXY MONEY! I want that life. Someday I'll move to europe and flip off america on the plane ride. Economy is stable my ass. Housing is good, as if. Land of Oppurtunity. PUH-LESE. YOu cant get a job if youre 13 these days. I want some friggin cash to spend. >.<>
Avacado masks rock cause they make you look like a monster while beautifying your skin. I think I'm allergic to avacados so dont be suprised if you see me come to school with a whole mess of zits. XD
Btw, the dude I like rejected me (along with Sarah. I know. XD NOT THAT SARAH YOU IDIOTS. ITS AN EFFING MADE UP NAME!). You want to guess who it is? It'll be something to pass the time with. He's an idiot (in my opinion), a dork, I hang around him and his friends sometimes because its more interesting than just sitting around, and ...if I give any more detail you guys will figure it out. What the hell am I talking about, you'd probably figure it out by Halloween.
Sewing a costume is hard, especially when its a demented one. Imma be Vicki the demented clown! DEMENTED. Im just going to walk around telling riddles and telling fortunes. Imma carry tarot cards or something of the sort. Something demented. A black rose? A human heart? Glue?! Its gonna take a while to put together but the make-up will be the hardest. I have to waterpoof it all. A VAMPIRE CLOWN. A mask. >.<
Whatevs people. You can see what time I posted this. I havent started hw so I have to finish my math and science. SO FRIGGIN ARGH! And I must watch private practice and something else. DIRTY SEXY MONEY! I want that life. Someday I'll move to europe and flip off america on the plane ride. Economy is stable my ass. Housing is good, as if. Land of Oppurtunity. PUH-LESE. YOu cant get a job if youre 13 these days. I want some friggin cash to spend. >.<>
x_o;
-Vicki
Dahhhllliinng. Havent you heard about the word?
Havent you heard about the word?
What word?
Aw it killed the video XD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZThquH5t0ow
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Surfin' birdBbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... aaah!
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mowPapa-ooma-mow-mow
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Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
thats one long song. Its so hard to remember yet you cant get it out of your head! Its so addictive. I posted once I got home. BIRD. DRIB. That is so weird.
Gragh, yet again we have hw. Its back to being all agggghhhhhh again. As if it werent enough to give us stupid projects. I have to start or everyone in my group (Sammy, Micheal, and Luke *sorry i couldnt come up with better names guys) will scream "HYPOCRITE!" when we get back tommorow. And i have to cook fud. fud= cruuuuddd.
Quick updates> I have none. I didnt get anything from my sources/// I have sources you know.
Imma spam this blog laters. STUPID ANTS ARE ALL OVER MY KEYBOARD! jiadua09u93eiworjdksf;dsafjis. Killed it~ Ciao
What word?
Aw it killed the video XD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZThquH5t0ow
A-well-a everybody's heard about the birdB-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the wordA-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the wordA-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the wordA-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the wordA-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the wordA-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the wordA-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the wordA-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the wordA-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the wordA-well-a don't you know about the bird?Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the wordA-well-a...
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Surfin' birdBbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... aaah!
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mowPapa-ooma-mow-mow
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Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
thats one long song. Its so hard to remember yet you cant get it out of your head! Its so addictive. I posted once I got home. BIRD. DRIB. That is so weird.
Gragh, yet again we have hw. Its back to being all agggghhhhhh again. As if it werent enough to give us stupid projects. I have to start or everyone in my group (Sammy, Micheal, and Luke *sorry i couldnt come up with better names guys) will scream "HYPOCRITE!" when we get back tommorow. And i have to cook fud. fud= cruuuuddd.
Quick updates> I have none. I didnt get anything from my sources/// I have sources you know.
Imma spam this blog laters. STUPID ANTS ARE ALL OVER MY KEYBOARD! jiadua09u93eiworjdksf;dsafjis. Killed it~ Ciao
Havent you heard about the word
Its COW.
I know it was bird. Now its cow.
-Vicki
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
RANDOMNESS!
WHEN I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO:
THIS IS RANDOMNESS:
http://smalltime.com/dada.html
Yeah, thats randomness. Its THE WEBSITE OF RANDOMNESS. Vicki stumblet uponeth this site while she was looking up 10 ways to waste time. Besides stupid myspace. MYSPACE SUCKS! ALL OF YOU ARE LOSARZ! Anyways here's what I got:
Your secret name is Flaubert.The animal which symbolizes you is flatulence.The color of your soul is 1:00 AM.The celebrity you most resemble is pear.Your special pain or illness is skunk.Your most important time of day is Walter.The shape of your life is mongoose.And the flavor which identifies you most is bruise purple.
Isnt it so true? xD
STUPIDITY TAKES PLACE WHEN IM BORED. Im bored. Let idiocism reign.
Nvm. Shet I have hw to finish. And my parents try to figure out what Im typing as they look over my shoulder. Luckily, I manipulated the contrast so its so unbearably unbearable that no one can read it! Bwahahaha~ Aint I smarts? Idk about that.
I hate running a mile. I might be good at it but it doesnt mean i like it. This year, we run in the morning so now I have to actually eat breakfast and sleep. Im nocturnal people! Why the hell else would I post on the blog at like 2am. No duh.
I wish I were a vampire. Then I could be a vampire. And eat blood. And candy. And I wouldnt have to worry about hideous break outs. Or having to pee. VAMPIRE DONT HAVE TO PEE. IT SAID IT IN BREAKING DAWN. >.<
Exactly. My halloween costume is gonna be a demented clown. I wanted to be a cheerleader. Cheerleaders are over-rated. Imma become one tho. IRDK. I JUST DRANK COFEE. I NED TO GO TYP THE DOI THAT WE WORKED ON IN CLASS! OMG! I JUST REMEMBERED! I have to go eat my chicken salad sandwich. yams. CIAO PEOPLE.
THIS IS RANDOMNESS:
http://smalltime.com/dada.html
Yeah, thats randomness. Its THE WEBSITE OF RANDOMNESS. Vicki stumblet uponeth this site while she was looking up 10 ways to waste time. Besides stupid myspace. MYSPACE SUCKS! ALL OF YOU ARE LOSARZ! Anyways here's what I got:
Your secret name is Flaubert.The animal which symbolizes you is flatulence.The color of your soul is 1:00 AM.The celebrity you most resemble is pear.Your special pain or illness is skunk.Your most important time of day is Walter.The shape of your life is mongoose.And the flavor which identifies you most is bruise purple.
Isnt it so true? xD
STUPIDITY TAKES PLACE WHEN IM BORED. Im bored. Let idiocism reign.
Nvm. Shet I have hw to finish. And my parents try to figure out what Im typing as they look over my shoulder. Luckily, I manipulated the contrast so its so unbearably unbearable that no one can read it! Bwahahaha~ Aint I smarts? Idk about that.
I hate running a mile. I might be good at it but it doesnt mean i like it. This year, we run in the morning so now I have to actually eat breakfast and sleep. Im nocturnal people! Why the hell else would I post on the blog at like 2am. No duh.
I wish I were a vampire. Then I could be a vampire. And eat blood. And candy. And I wouldnt have to worry about hideous break outs. Or having to pee. VAMPIRE DONT HAVE TO PEE. IT SAID IT IN BREAKING DAWN. >.<
Exactly. My halloween costume is gonna be a demented clown. I wanted to be a cheerleader. Cheerleaders are over-rated. Imma become one tho. IRDK. I JUST DRANK COFEE. I NED TO GO TYP THE DOI THAT WE WORKED ON IN CLASS! OMG! I JUST REMEMBERED! I have to go eat my chicken salad sandwich. yams. CIAO PEOPLE.
Viva randomness.
-Vicki
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
stupid heads. XD
Why do they have to be such stupid heads? AGU! Stupid micheal was all insultive as he was today and then he told us (as we were working on the huge ass project that is due on Friday) that he is going to San Jose for a leadership conference. I COULD HAVE GONE TOO. But no one wants to be stuck with micheal. >.<>
I would post more stuff on here but it would be weird if he read this blog and saw it. >.< someone has a date with an uncaring bastard. Dump him b4 he uses you. Popularity isnt everything but it certainly is a factor. Guess who is still dateless? Someone who hasnt gotten the guts to ask the guy that she likes (and he likes her back) to the winter ball. Plus some MINOR complications. Who likes who? I dont know but there certainly is some unrequited love in the air. Who knows? Maybe it'll turn out to be a fairytale (or a nightmare.) And a new couple (or rather a couple that this gossiper didnt post on her blog before) has been formed. They both deny it and thats why it is so cute.
A bit of advice: Take them before someone else does. Get the guts to ask because prince charming will not be waiting around forever. Your wicked step-sister is waiting for him right around the corner. Love him, hate him, but dont play with his heart. And if you do, dont let it go public. It's gonna make you look bad. Be yourself and you'll get asked. *sigh* But im not so sure about me. Who would go with a hyperactive chatterbox like me? >.o 15 strikes. Possibly more. Imma keep trying because this princess needs proof. Gambling on love.
Never say never to love because it may be right in front of your face. Your ego just might be blocking it. Never neglect your appearance either. (~!_!~) That gives me a great idea. I'll masquerade myself. *sigh* Prince charming. I want one 2. Ksu ksu~ I have one already but he's got someone who he has an eye on. Who am I to step in their way? I guess I'm an ugly duckling, but I'll take what I can get. Luv me 2. ^_~
At least I get my mini harem. For like a half hour. My friends are so crude. But thats what makes them fun. Im not a rocker. Im not emo. Im not your average person. Im not dumb. Im not blonde. Im not weak. Im your rival. Because, I can beat you at everything. Academics, sports, culture, you name it. I am your rival unknowingly. You love me, you hate me. You want me. ^_~
I would post more stuff on here but it would be weird if he read this blog and saw it. >.< someone has a date with an uncaring bastard. Dump him b4 he uses you. Popularity isnt everything but it certainly is a factor. Guess who is still dateless? Someone who hasnt gotten the guts to ask the guy that she likes (and he likes her back) to the winter ball. Plus some MINOR complications. Who likes who? I dont know but there certainly is some unrequited love in the air. Who knows? Maybe it'll turn out to be a fairytale (or a nightmare.) And a new couple (or rather a couple that this gossiper didnt post on her blog before) has been formed. They both deny it and thats why it is so cute.
A bit of advice: Take them before someone else does. Get the guts to ask because prince charming will not be waiting around forever. Your wicked step-sister is waiting for him right around the corner. Love him, hate him, but dont play with his heart. And if you do, dont let it go public. It's gonna make you look bad. Be yourself and you'll get asked. *sigh* But im not so sure about me. Who would go with a hyperactive chatterbox like me? >.o 15 strikes. Possibly more. Imma keep trying because this princess needs proof. Gambling on love.
Never say never to love because it may be right in front of your face. Your ego just might be blocking it. Never neglect your appearance either. (~!_!~) That gives me a great idea. I'll masquerade myself. *sigh* Prince charming. I want one 2. Ksu ksu~ I have one already but he's got someone who he has an eye on. Who am I to step in their way? I guess I'm an ugly duckling, but I'll take what I can get. Luv me 2. ^_~
At least I get my mini harem. For like a half hour. My friends are so crude. But thats what makes them fun. Im not a rocker. Im not emo. Im not your average person. Im not dumb. Im not blonde. Im not weak. Im your rival. Because, I can beat you at everything. Academics, sports, culture, you name it. I am your rival unknowingly. You love me, you hate me. You want me. ^_~
XOXO.
Im not that helpless. I could kick ur ass a hundred fold.
I dont need rescuing. Rapunzel was a wuss.
I would take suicide over living with a witch any day.
Fairytale princesses are idiots.
xOxO: dork^2+ gossip*10= total randomness : ~Vicki.x
Monday, October 6, 2008
If you take a look at the bigger picture... AGH THIS IS SO EMO!
We couldve grown up as totally different people. Every single moment of our lives shapes who we are and what our future is. Whether we are a pop-star, a lawyer, or a hobo all depends on the crucial moments of now. Who we fall in love with is determined by proximity. What we are is all random. Its a combination of who we are born as and who we grow up to be. Life is full of possibilities but you only get to pick one path. Many people feel content with their lives. I am not one of those people. I wish for the earthquake to come so I can start over as a different person. I wish to go back in time and not be born at all. This is the life I have chosen. Why is it so hard to live? Everyone has their friends, their talents, and yet I have nothing. No one knows my name. There are positive things about that. I get to stay under the radar. No one would gossip about me. But it takes an emotional toll on the human mind. There is nothing more demeaning than having nothing to show for your life. No true accomplishments. All I need are friends, loyal, honest, friends. That is something that is rare today. I soon will break down as I am pushed over the brink of oblivion. I'm not willing to harm myself to get attention. Thats just stupid. Im not willing to be myself, because I would get critisized. There is always this voice in my head that tells me, "Stand up straight. You're not good enough, you'll never be good enough. You need to act. Improve your acting. Memorize. Achieve. Be praised. Get friends. Your clothes are wrinkled. Your diet is not balanced enough. You dont have enough friends. Nobody know you, you loser. You have nothing to show. Academics are not everything. Your grades are slipping. You dont accersorize enough. Theyre laughing at you in their heads. They think you are lying. They hate you unconsciously. They're annoying. You're annoying. Ditch them. Catch up. Your writing is horrible. Your knowledge of the world is not complete. You dont know your own self. They hate you, he hates you. He thinks youre weird. Your normal behaviour is off and your hair is sticking up. You cant do anything. You cant play guitar. You have to redecorate your room. Your life experience is not complete. You havent created a fallback plan for your jobs. You dont have enough eloquence. One of your legs is off by 5mm. Your nails have been upkept. You do not take enought care to your face. You cant carry a conversation. You're stupid and worthless. How pathetic. You dont even know who you are, do you? All of your classmates know your thoughts. They hate you. You are inadept. You are a failure."
I can ignore most of it but its still emotionally difficult. Am I schizophrenic? Maybe. Am I just paranoid. Maybe. But when I see the world from other's points of view, its just so hard to see who I really am. I need a slap in the face and someone to tell me. Sometimes I think that it would be better if I had a mental disorder, then everything would be fine. I could so something with my life. I want a physcologist. I need a psychologist. I want to have a life. Blame society for killing my dreams. Blame my friends for never being there.
If I had a split personality it would be one of a person who isnt afraid to be outrageously contridictive. But I already have a few. I dont lose my memory or stuff when I do that. I just am ... me.
I can ignore most of it but its still emotionally difficult. Am I schizophrenic? Maybe. Am I just paranoid. Maybe. But when I see the world from other's points of view, its just so hard to see who I really am. I need a slap in the face and someone to tell me. Sometimes I think that it would be better if I had a mental disorder, then everything would be fine. I could so something with my life. I want a physcologist. I need a psychologist. I want to have a life. Blame society for killing my dreams. Blame my friends for never being there.
If I had a split personality it would be one of a person who isnt afraid to be outrageously contridictive. But I already have a few. I dont lose my memory or stuff when I do that. I just am ... me.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Sunday Blues.
Sunday. That lovely day the signals the new week. It reminds us that we have to go back to work or back to school. Its also the day i remember:
OH SHNIZ. I FORGOT TO DO MY HOMEWORK.
Now isnt that just great. Dont you wish you could time travel to a time when teachers DIDNT give homework on weekends? That existed once. I dont remember when. I hate geometry. Its the worst. Its the worstest thing ever. Maybe because we have a huge project due tommorow and i forgot to buy magazines to cut out stuff from to make my poem. this is the worst. If you do not procrastinate, get out of my blog. You non-procrastinators make me sad. xD
Aguuuu~ I am sooo screwed. I dont do my hw until like 7 and by that time i'd be like... "OH SHET. I DIDNT START MY HOMEWORK AND ITS ALMOST DESPARATE HOUSEWIVES. AND CHUCK!"
Yea... my TV is very important to me. xD I seriously want to know what people think of me. Everyone was suprised when i told them that i watch star trek (shtut up, i like star trek. The plot line is cool) and they were suprised when i laughed at someones joke/ insult directed at me. I love my science table. It is the best. And i love my english table and my geometry table, and my history table. I just like where i have to sit. All the people around are either really funny or really funny. So yeah.
Dont forget to check out my other blog. Its from the OGS- original stalkerz. We are stalking you. Do not forget to water the dog. XD Randomness. So if you ever get tired of these ramblings, look at the other blog which willl probably be complete randomicisty. Vicki hash to start hw or she is TOTALLY screwed.
I never go with the NORMAL SIGNATURE
I have to make up a better one
Cause im awesome like that
>.> you all are fun-killers
FUN- MURDERER!
puhi.
-Vicki
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Perfect idea. ^_~
I just saw the best movie ever and i got a great idea from it. No, not move to new york. I could post flyers everywhere to see if anyone would accept my invitation to the winter ball. Its like a blind date thing. Imma see if I can get the school to cooperate. I can finally get a date to the winter ball! Eh. THis post is too short since i have to cry over Monica and Chandler. XD im such a DORK. Whatever.
Friends forever?
Nah, more like friends until you backstab me
Cmon, you know you want to
Pft. Its Vicki
Friday, October 3, 2008
Agu. Its unspeakably boring.
Vicki here reminding you to
NOT VOTE FOR MCCAIN/PALIN BECAUSE: ... because... their foreign policies suck. No offense. Actually offense cause who would think that the government looks through our bloggs?
Seriously.
Anyways, Ms. howard (our awesome science teacher) was blowing marshmellows out of a straw. Idiot Micheal* tried to dodge it. xD Such an idiot. But thats what makes our science table fun; the fact that we all make pervy jokes in the end. Hey, I cant help it. Ive grown up with guys. >.> Anyways, we are never going to finish our inspiration project for science since everyone is two busy not doing anything. The two control freaks (me and Micheal) are working though. We are such dorks. I am actually planning on getting straight A's from now on since i got ONE B and that tootally ruined the streak. THE AWARD. I need it. Prooof. Poof. Make up. OVERRATED CELEBERTIES LOVE MC CAIN!
The OGS is back in business! In case you didnt know what that is, its cause last year we stalked our science teacher on the last day of school. We had soda in her classroom too. xD But thats not the point. The point is that we were stalkers. OGS= Original Stalkers. I am a part of that group. Hey, we were bored and I had nothing better to do than stay after school, drink soda, and smell cleaning products. Anyways, we get to stalk her every nutrition and lunch. I skip out most of the lunches. Its just weird. O.O Members of the OGS: Melon (yea. she wanted that name.), Argee (eh.), Kay (im really bad at making up names for their personalities), me (no suprise there), Christina, Diana, and i think thats it. THE OGS. w00t. Were that weird.
Updates:
-No dates for me and my friends. Date. Pshaw, they are overated. I want a date. T.T
ALL THE POPULAR PEOPLE STOLE THE GOOD ONES.
AND NO ARGEE, IM NOT GOING WITH WHATS HIS FACE. GO PLAY MATCHMAKER SOMEWHERE ELSE.
-FRIGGIN TOO MUSH HW!
-A made fun of my dance skillz. I'd like to see you do better.
-I just got home an hour ago.
-i need to shower
-good night, and good luck
NOT VOTE FOR MCCAIN/PALIN BECAUSE: ... because... their foreign policies suck. No offense. Actually offense cause who would think that the government looks through our bloggs?
Seriously.
Anyways, Ms. howard (our awesome science teacher) was blowing marshmellows out of a straw. Idiot Micheal* tried to dodge it. xD Such an idiot. But thats what makes our science table fun; the fact that we all make pervy jokes in the end. Hey, I cant help it. Ive grown up with guys. >.> Anyways, we are never going to finish our inspiration project for science since everyone is two busy not doing anything. The two control freaks (me and Micheal) are working though. We are such dorks. I am actually planning on getting straight A's from now on since i got ONE B and that tootally ruined the streak. THE AWARD. I need it. Prooof. Poof. Make up. OVERRATED CELEBERTIES LOVE MC CAIN!
The OGS is back in business! In case you didnt know what that is, its cause last year we stalked our science teacher on the last day of school. We had soda in her classroom too. xD But thats not the point. The point is that we were stalkers. OGS= Original Stalkers. I am a part of that group. Hey, we were bored and I had nothing better to do than stay after school, drink soda, and smell cleaning products. Anyways, we get to stalk her every nutrition and lunch. I skip out most of the lunches. Its just weird. O.O Members of the OGS: Melon (yea. she wanted that name.), Argee (eh.), Kay (im really bad at making up names for their personalities), me (no suprise there), Christina, Diana, and i think thats it. THE OGS. w00t. Were that weird.
Updates:
-No dates for me and my friends. Date. Pshaw, they are overated. I want a date. T.T
ALL THE POPULAR PEOPLE STOLE THE GOOD ONES.
AND NO ARGEE, IM NOT GOING WITH WHATS HIS FACE. GO PLAY MATCHMAKER SOMEWHERE ELSE.
-FRIGGIN TOO MUSH HW!
-A made fun of my dance skillz. I'd like to see you do better.
-I just got home an hour ago.
-i need to shower
-good night, and good luck
Mwah.
Pink nails are so cliche.
The look is natural people.
Keep up to date.
Picture day~
Picture day. The day when everyone else feels like everyone is watching you. Newsflash: No their not. Its the day where self concious bishes become paranoid self concious bishes. And the bold wear dresses and a trenchcoat. Jeans are sooo overated. Everyone wears them and they cost sooo much for a good pair. Truth is, i have like 10 pairs of jeans and i couldnt choose between the Levi's or vanilla star. xD
Today we had the leadership thing and it was so funnn. We had a copycat dance event and we all had to show everyone how to do the dances. I think i humiliated myself. I didnt look very "normal" in my dress, leggings and sweater, but I danced like a normal person would. Some people may make fun of me, as they made fun of my heels, but i liked my outfit. I was gonna wear a polo shirt. xD This is how imma look in high school? Oh shnap. That sucks sooo much. I just have to expand my closet before i go to high school.
Everyone is going to a different high school and imma miss everyone. Well not really, imma be really detatched for the last week and thats my method of coping with it. I feel like taking a train. WHY DO I HAVE TO LIVE IN CALIFORNIA?! i want to live somewhere with crisp air with a nice house. wouldnt you guys? I would love to live in Wales. It would be so fun and if i stayed there, I could make a lot of cashola and bring it back to the states (haha. Im calling it the states already) and buy a lotta stuff. Stuff in europe is expensive so bring a lotta cash. xD Oh wells. Dreams are meant to be dreams. Well, until you get a scholarship to Cambridge or Oxford or something of the sort. I dont want to be ivy league, imma go study abroad. Kya.
Today we had the leadership thing and it was so funnn. We had a copycat dance event and we all had to show everyone how to do the dances. I think i humiliated myself. I didnt look very "normal" in my dress, leggings and sweater, but I danced like a normal person would. Some people may make fun of me, as they made fun of my heels, but i liked my outfit. I was gonna wear a polo shirt. xD This is how imma look in high school? Oh shnap. That sucks sooo much. I just have to expand my closet before i go to high school.
Everyone is going to a different high school and imma miss everyone. Well not really, imma be really detatched for the last week and thats my method of coping with it. I feel like taking a train. WHY DO I HAVE TO LIVE IN CALIFORNIA?! i want to live somewhere with crisp air with a nice house. wouldnt you guys? I would love to live in Wales. It would be so fun and if i stayed there, I could make a lot of cashola and bring it back to the states (haha. Im calling it the states already) and buy a lotta stuff. Stuff in europe is expensive so bring a lotta cash. xD Oh wells. Dreams are meant to be dreams. Well, until you get a scholarship to Cambridge or Oxford or something of the sort. I dont want to be ivy league, imma go study abroad. Kya.
I hate you all
I know youre thinking the same
So just stop lying brats.
xoxo Your vixen in training: Vicki
Thursday, October 2, 2008
^.~ whatcha doin?
Its the type of thing that people say when they have nothing else to talk about. Its never; how is it going? Its always "whatcha doin?" Its what a lot of people say when they have no more conversation topics. Why do we run out of conversation topics? I dont know. We could talk about shoes, youtube, hilarious jokes, or politics. But it always goes back to "i'm bored." I dont get it. Is everyone nervous or something?
-sigh- that reminds me that I havent done my vidjournal entries. GAGH! !@#$ my alarm clock just rang and scared the living crap out of me. I my aunt is in the condo in the back (apartment, whatever you want to call it) and Im scared as shet staying here by myself. XD Which brings us to the topic of idiots who break into peoples houses. According to my parents, when i was 2, some idiot broke into our house and tried to jack our stuff. Reason why he was retarded: he didnt know that we werent really asleep when he broke in. If that happened today, i would have been able to kick his puny little arse. But unfortunately, i was only two and my parents were paranoid. After the incident, they put up fences everywhere, barred the windows (im a perfect 28 so i can sneak in and out of my window unless i get fatter which will make my escape harder), and put up an alarm system. WTH. I can defend myself. I carry a weapon at all times. Not like a knife or anything, but i carry a newpaper which you guys have probably seen, a pencil for emergency eye gouging, and OMG IM AS PARANOID AS MY PARENTS. Well, maybe a little less. I just carry something to defend myself. Im not superhumanlly strong so i have to watch out for myself.
Which brings us to the topic of: If you had a superpower, what would it be. You cant take altering space and time cause that would be my thing. I could destroy my homework. I could eat all the icecream in the world! xD puhi. Its like 6:15 so i hafta do my hw. xD Picture day is 2morrow and i need my make up~
-sigh- that reminds me that I havent done my vidjournal entries. GAGH! !@#$ my alarm clock just rang and scared the living crap out of me. I my aunt is in the condo in the back (apartment, whatever you want to call it) and Im scared as shet staying here by myself. XD Which brings us to the topic of idiots who break into peoples houses. According to my parents, when i was 2, some idiot broke into our house and tried to jack our stuff. Reason why he was retarded: he didnt know that we werent really asleep when he broke in. If that happened today, i would have been able to kick his puny little arse. But unfortunately, i was only two and my parents were paranoid. After the incident, they put up fences everywhere, barred the windows (im a perfect 28 so i can sneak in and out of my window unless i get fatter which will make my escape harder), and put up an alarm system. WTH. I can defend myself. I carry a weapon at all times. Not like a knife or anything, but i carry a newpaper which you guys have probably seen, a pencil for emergency eye gouging, and OMG IM AS PARANOID AS MY PARENTS. Well, maybe a little less. I just carry something to defend myself. Im not superhumanlly strong so i have to watch out for myself.
Which brings us to the topic of: If you had a superpower, what would it be. You cant take altering space and time cause that would be my thing. I could destroy my homework. I could eat all the icecream in the world! xD puhi. Its like 6:15 so i hafta do my hw. xD Picture day is 2morrow and i need my make up~
Hideously beautiful
Mysteriously ebbing with bubblyness
You know you love me (plagerize~)
xoxo Vicki~
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
An anime that is practically my life in a nutshell.
Ahahaha. Special A. I wish my life could be like that. Cept, these days, no one is that nice, that cute, that disturbed, that glass shattering, that mentally disturbed and competitive. (im obviously talking about different characters.) EVEN THE BIRTHDAYS ARE THE SAME.
(spoiler: THEY FELL OFF OF THE TOWER OF LONDON. SO CUTE.SO EFFING CUTE.)
This is the reason why i want to go to study at some prestigious school. So i can get into a class with geniuses and become friends. Imma work hard towards my future. Never say never.
(spoiler: THEY FELL OFF OF THE TOWER OF LONDON. SO CUTE.SO EFFING CUTE.)
This is the reason why i want to go to study at some prestigious school. So i can get into a class with geniuses and become friends. Imma work hard towards my future. Never say never.
Never give up
Gambatte
-Vicki
welcome to those who bother to read.
Vicki here again, wecoming new readers who have taken an intrest in this blog. I apologize that I cant put gossip on here for a while because of those who have a stick up their !@#$ and dont allow me to post about them even if it is anonymous. So i take this oppurtunity to welcome you all to my little haven of life. Here you can even join the immortal pineapple family or you could comment. Commenting is okay. XD So teh immortal pineapple is yours truly. I will post my novel or my vid blogs here soo so keep an eye out for them~ Okies. Vicki has to go do her long list of hw. I hate ALL THIS EFFING HW. Now i cant watch private practice or pushing dasies. Both of which include realllly cute guys. Or relatively cute. EDWARD (from twilight.) RULES~
I luff edward
Vampires
Yay~
-Vicki
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