I will stop being bitchy this year and I will be a rebellious PMSing teenager. The one that I am.
Live. Love. Bitch. Hate. Cry. Smile.
A New Year.
<3
Hello Bitches. <3
New years.
Watch out.
OMG.
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
100th post
Happy NEW YEAR,
I will stop being bitchy this year and I will be a rebellious PMSing teenager. The one that I am.
Live. Love. Bitch. Hate. Cry. Smile.
A New Year.
<3
Hello Bitches. <3
New years.
Watch out.
I will stop being bitchy this year and I will be a rebellious PMSing teenager. The one that I am.
Live. Love. Bitch. Hate. Cry. Smile.
A New Year.
<3
Hello Bitches. <3
New years.
Watch out.
Almost.
New years?
I will speak.
I will say.
I will go.
I shall leave.
I shall love.
I shall let go.
I wont smile.
I wont cry.
I wont let it be.
I am light
I am dark
I am pineapple.
Prickly. And vain. You all are just like me. Dont ever doubt your emotions. Dont ever doubt my intents. And never make fun of a broken person. A very broken person.
The facts are these:
Life is not fair.
That is why this year is not one of the best. I never got to say everything. It was all a lie. An empty shell. Today, I close my memories. To the love that will never be.
We are just children. We cannot harm. We cannot kill.
But dont underestimate us.
We can live just like you all. The noblest people do not kick someone when they are down.
The noblest are not noble at all.
They are regular peopl
Living their lives on the forsaken planet
That has no future
Future.
What do have?
I have nothing.
Rebuild.
What?
Rebuild.
When?
Year.
How?
Reinvent
Why?
Because.
Because?
Worth.
Worth?
Self.
Self?
You?
Me?
Who am I?
Who are you?
I am you.
And you are I.
And this is our future.
You must go and live your life.
Take risks and stop being so cowardly. Dastardly. Be a retard for once.
You have earned it.
There is no such thing as life.
So live the illusion.
Live a lie.
Love no one.
Stand alone.
Try your best.
And never give up.
Good luck on your life.
Nothing is for certain.
No one is safe.
Hope. And keep your friends close and enemies closer.
Love.
I will speak.
I will say.
I will go.
I shall leave.
I shall love.
I shall let go.
I wont smile.
I wont cry.
I wont let it be.
I am light
I am dark
I am pineapple.
Prickly. And vain. You all are just like me. Dont ever doubt your emotions. Dont ever doubt my intents. And never make fun of a broken person. A very broken person.
The facts are these:
Life is not fair.
That is why this year is not one of the best. I never got to say everything. It was all a lie. An empty shell. Today, I close my memories. To the love that will never be.
We are just children. We cannot harm. We cannot kill.
But dont underestimate us.
We can live just like you all. The noblest people do not kick someone when they are down.
The noblest are not noble at all.
They are regular peopl
Living their lives on the forsaken planet
That has no future
Future.
What do have?
I have nothing.
Rebuild.
What?
Rebuild.
When?
Year.
How?
Reinvent
Why?
Because.
Because?
Worth.
Worth?
Self.
Self?
You?
Me?
Who am I?
Who are you?
I am you.
And you are I.
And this is our future.
You must go and live your life.
Take risks and stop being so cowardly. Dastardly. Be a retard for once.
You have earned it.
There is no such thing as life.
So live the illusion.
Live a lie.
Love no one.
Stand alone.
Try your best.
And never give up.
Good luck on your life.
Nothing is for certain.
No one is safe.
Hope. And keep your friends close and enemies closer.
Love.
Talking with oneself is so much fun!
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
O SHIT.
Yea.
Poet mode~!
The ephermal darkness outside the glass
reflects upon our very souls
our deepest desires
the night dissuades the impertinate questions
the answers are only rhetoric
The dancing of the light uponst our feet
Dazzles.
The moon only speaks to the wary listener
and the wary listener rarely talks to the moon
The traveler amongst us is too confused
true nature too blurry, unfocussed, hazy
Like the ever changing seasons
We wither and change
The crystal reflected one more thing
His eyes as deep as the clouds
And forever immortalized in his face
His marble face
As you turn in the night and no one is there
You start to remember there is no him
just human nature
Human nature of delusions and illusions and insanity
of wishes and horrors and humanity
was there ever a him tonight?
The quickened pacing in the mind stops and grows tired
as does thought.
He was never here
Just the night, and me.
The night and the ever encroaching darkness within
The crystal clear reflection of our souls
Desire.
Love.
Lust.
Sadness.
Solemn.
Hope.
Familiarity.
Glint of light.
Him.
And he is the night that walks amongst us.
A night in shining amour.
And the questions to have asked are answered with a farewell.
As the maiden runs out of a ballroom
The night jumps out to the sky.
Through the crystal clear glass
reflecting his eyes and my soul.
Poet mode~!
The ephermal darkness outside the glass
reflects upon our very souls
our deepest desires
the night dissuades the impertinate questions
the answers are only rhetoric
The dancing of the light uponst our feet
Dazzles.
The moon only speaks to the wary listener
and the wary listener rarely talks to the moon
The traveler amongst us is too confused
true nature too blurry, unfocussed, hazy
Like the ever changing seasons
We wither and change
The crystal reflected one more thing
His eyes as deep as the clouds
And forever immortalized in his face
His marble face
As you turn in the night and no one is there
You start to remember there is no him
just human nature
Human nature of delusions and illusions and insanity
of wishes and horrors and humanity
was there ever a him tonight?
The quickened pacing in the mind stops and grows tired
as does thought.
He was never here
Just the night, and me.
The night and the ever encroaching darkness within
The crystal clear reflection of our souls
Desire.
Love.
Lust.
Sadness.
Solemn.
Hope.
Familiarity.
Glint of light.
Him.
And he is the night that walks amongst us.
A night in shining amour.
And the questions to have asked are answered with a farewell.
As the maiden runs out of a ballroom
The night jumps out to the sky.
Through the crystal clear glass
reflecting his eyes and my soul.
Beautiful night
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
omgomgomgomg. PANIC.
I wanted to make 100 posts b4 midnight and that seems impossible.
You know my posts.
They're long and boring.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
WTF DO I DO?!
It needs to be a semi long post and Ive actually run out of ideas.
Unless I can switch into my evil idiot crappy mode.
Okay.
OK.
Preparations.
Okay.
This shall be one preparation post.
YOu know the one where grammar isnt nescesserily needed.
And I can just skip lines and start typing gibberish.
Chettt! XD
I luvs ya.
Real posting starts at next post.
Au Bientou.
You know my posts.
They're long and boring.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
WTF DO I DO?!
It needs to be a semi long post and Ive actually run out of ideas.
Unless I can switch into my evil idiot crappy mode.
Okay.
OK.
Preparations.
Okay.
This shall be one preparation post.
YOu know the one where grammar isnt nescesserily needed.
And I can just skip lines and start typing gibberish.
Chettt! XD
I luvs ya.
Real posting starts at next post.
Au Bientou.
O shit.
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
On the Origin of quintessence and pineapple.
Quintessence= stuff.
Expand jur vocab.
Read pineapple.
Pineapple is nao going to tell you how she came up with herself.
*switches into DRAMATIC third person*
Juliet VanSchulear
Can anyone answer the question Juliet VanSchulear?
I can.
Juliet...is a gal... who has fabricated... her life.
Juliet...is a pineapple.
Juliet is a VanSchulear.
Of course Juliet cannot be any of these things,
For Juliet is not Juliet.
Juliet is a gal, who has fabricated herself.
Who has diminished her past and covered the torn path with leaves and gone astray from her past.
Where does the reality end and the lie begin?
Where do unicorns exist?
Same question. Same answer.
No where and everywhere, if only one could ponder enough.
(btw, someone shoot me nao. My parents want to send me to school, OVER THE WINTER VACA. And my mum yelled at me for not drying the dishes after she LECTURED ME ON HOW TO DO THE DISHES CORRECTLY. YES, MY PARENTS DO SUCK. Lectures. AS IF I DONT GET ENOUGH LECTURES AND SOCIAL PRESSURE. AND THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT US AND CURSE ABOUT US. WTF.)
Juliet.
Juliet VanSchulear.
Juliet Midnight VanSchulear.
Juliet Envy Midnight VanSchulear.
Juliet Envt Midnight Victoria VanSchulear.
What do these things have in common?
They are my names. This is the part where I start sounded self absorbed if you have been blind enough to not notice that my overall resolve was to sound self absorbed. Because all in all, Juliet is a metamorphisis of someone who neither likes her life nor hates herself to the point where she sticks her finger down her throat of slits her wrists (which is INSANELY stupid by the way. Who the hell would like to inflict pain onto themselves? Again, WTF. I mean, blood IS pretty and all, but you can stick a drop of food coloring on your wrist and it looks just as pretty.).
What is in a name?
One's description?
A ficticious appearance?
Juliet.
The name conjures an image.
Pretty, tower, waiting, roses, shakespeare, learnedry(no, not laundry), nobility.
VanSchulear.
Noblity. (and the human mind is so very racist so I'd have to say anglosaxon as well. In simpler terms: "white".)
Juliet VanSchulear conjures an image of a person I will never be.
I'm sporty, not pretty/petty. And Im bitchy.
I'm tired of waiting. Romeo can kiss my asss.
Rose was my nickname once. But no, I just like the blood red ones. The pigment is...interesting.
Shakespeare, I have forsaken and lost to. On a rainy day. A long time ago.
I'm a nerd. Different from learned.
Nobility. I'd kick jur ass. I is a bad sport.
And the last name is... just an add on.
What about envy, midnight, victoria?
Envy- of course. Every mind has its own drive. As theorized by peoples whose names I cannot type out because I have forgotten them. For some its sex. For most its inferiority. Inferiority. Jealousy. Envy. A mental drive towards greatness out of the fear that one is inferior to the rest of society. I live envy.
Midnight- Dark. Mysterious. But not really. Its just another time of day when Jimmy Kimmel is on and Saturday Night Live has ended. Midnight. Moon. Lunar. xD (oh rhen and her many friends.) Midnight is the alter ego that each and every one of us has within our souls or lives or existances. The evil twin. I am partially the evil twin.
Victoria- pft. This one is just a name. Its origins are a secret (yea, cheesy). Only to my closest friends or the people who know me in real life.
I have a bunch of other names. I just chose this extremely long one.
A recap?
Juliet (pretty maiden) Envy (ego) Midnight (ebil twin) Victoria (name) VanSchulear(bitchy noble).
And the all important PINEAPPLE.
The pineapple cames from juliet's hair.
Juliet has a messy hair and a chibi-fied head. Not oblong, but a chibi-fied head where my hair kepts sticking up. Therefore, my head looked like a pineapple, sorta. A heartshaped pineapple.
Pineapple from cali. Yea, cali. x3
I ish tan. TO HARVARD!
Melon - lemon.
But no one tells her I told ja.
Juliet luffs joo.
O.
Ryt. Group meeting latars.
-hug- desu~
Expand jur vocab.
Read pineapple.
Pineapple is nao going to tell you how she came up with herself.
*switches into DRAMATIC third person*
Juliet VanSchulear
Can anyone answer the question Juliet VanSchulear?
I can.
Juliet...is a gal... who has fabricated... her life.
Juliet...is a pineapple.
Juliet is a VanSchulear.
Of course Juliet cannot be any of these things,
For Juliet is not Juliet.
Juliet is a gal, who has fabricated herself.
Who has diminished her past and covered the torn path with leaves and gone astray from her past.
Where does the reality end and the lie begin?
Where do unicorns exist?
Same question. Same answer.
No where and everywhere, if only one could ponder enough.
(btw, someone shoot me nao. My parents want to send me to school, OVER THE WINTER VACA. And my mum yelled at me for not drying the dishes after she LECTURED ME ON HOW TO DO THE DISHES CORRECTLY. YES, MY PARENTS DO SUCK. Lectures. AS IF I DONT GET ENOUGH LECTURES AND SOCIAL PRESSURE. AND THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT US AND CURSE ABOUT US. WTF.)
Juliet.
Juliet VanSchulear.
Juliet Midnight VanSchulear.
Juliet Envy Midnight VanSchulear.
Juliet Envt Midnight Victoria VanSchulear.
What do these things have in common?
They are my names. This is the part where I start sounded self absorbed if you have been blind enough to not notice that my overall resolve was to sound self absorbed. Because all in all, Juliet is a metamorphisis of someone who neither likes her life nor hates herself to the point where she sticks her finger down her throat of slits her wrists (which is INSANELY stupid by the way. Who the hell would like to inflict pain onto themselves? Again, WTF. I mean, blood IS pretty and all, but you can stick a drop of food coloring on your wrist and it looks just as pretty.).
What is in a name?
One's description?
A ficticious appearance?
Juliet.
The name conjures an image.
Pretty, tower, waiting, roses, shakespeare, learnedry(no, not laundry), nobility.
VanSchulear.
Noblity. (and the human mind is so very racist so I'd have to say anglosaxon as well. In simpler terms: "white".)
Juliet VanSchulear conjures an image of a person I will never be.
I'm sporty, not pretty/petty. And Im bitchy.
I'm tired of waiting. Romeo can kiss my asss.
Rose was my nickname once. But no, I just like the blood red ones. The pigment is...interesting.
Shakespeare, I have forsaken and lost to. On a rainy day. A long time ago.
I'm a nerd. Different from learned.
Nobility. I'd kick jur ass. I is a bad sport.
And the last name is... just an add on.
What about envy, midnight, victoria?
Envy- of course. Every mind has its own drive. As theorized by peoples whose names I cannot type out because I have forgotten them. For some its sex. For most its inferiority. Inferiority. Jealousy. Envy. A mental drive towards greatness out of the fear that one is inferior to the rest of society. I live envy.
Midnight- Dark. Mysterious. But not really. Its just another time of day when Jimmy Kimmel is on and Saturday Night Live has ended. Midnight. Moon. Lunar. xD (oh rhen and her many friends.) Midnight is the alter ego that each and every one of us has within our souls or lives or existances. The evil twin. I am partially the evil twin.
Victoria- pft. This one is just a name. Its origins are a secret (yea, cheesy). Only to my closest friends or the people who know me in real life.
I have a bunch of other names. I just chose this extremely long one.
A recap?
Juliet (pretty maiden) Envy (ego) Midnight (ebil twin) Victoria (name) VanSchulear(bitchy noble).
And the all important PINEAPPLE.
The pineapple cames from juliet's hair.
Juliet has a messy hair and a chibi-fied head. Not oblong, but a chibi-fied head where my hair kepts sticking up. Therefore, my head looked like a pineapple, sorta. A heartshaped pineapple.
Pineapple from cali. Yea, cali. x3
I ish tan. TO HARVARD!
Melon - lemon.
But no one tells her I told ja.
Juliet luffs joo.
O.
Ryt. Group meeting latars.
-hug- desu~
For the fabrication of one's soul is a deed not to be done
I have tried
and may have failed.
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
Sunday, December 28, 2008
A Cameo.
No, I didnt know wtf a cameo was when confronted with the word.
Apparently its a brief appearance.
I thought clothing.
Yes, im that dumb...
Kaizi (as mentioned in previous posts. Yea, just look for the name.)
A guy known as anthony in real life.
In Orchestra.
Yea, that dood.
Apparently its a brief appearance.
I thought clothing.
Yes, im that dumb...
Kaizi (as mentioned in previous posts. Yea, just look for the name.)
A guy known as anthony in real life.
In Orchestra.
Yea, that dood.
Im trying to get an IM interview with him
First interview on IM I have ever done.
xDD
Rule no 1 of interviews: Always make sure the interview-ee is availible.
Even though his IM status may say so, it may not be true.
Anthony is usually on his sidekick. Everyone envys a dood with a sidekick. xD
Take batman for example.
Anthony is a giant fan of 24. Most of us who know him in real life know that.
I was going to get a few facts and maybe an interview, but that shall be continued later as our interview-ee is unavailble right now. Pineapple. Reporting from an indisclosed location.
TO BE CONTINUED.
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
About Life and Fails
About life and fails:
Life is full of fails.
Fails are full of life.
-end dramatic portion-
Onto the fangirliness!
Just a few mawr days until new years and I have never kissed a guy in my life so right now I am a kiss virgin. Not a slut. But still, this makes this blogger depressed. The New Years Kiss is SUPPOSED to be important but I seriously dont care. Well, I do care. Just not a lot.
...
Okay, I do care a lot and this makes me feel like an utter fraking failure. A FAIL. MAJORLY. I feel horrified at my refining, now unconscious refining of my manners and mannerisms. I have to adjust everything.
My new years res?
Here it is:
MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION IS....
NOT TO BE A B*TCH.
And that is quite a lot to ask. Honestly. I talk back to everyone, either cursing in my mind or cursing aloud which some may call childish and unbefitting of a girl of my er.... person but still. I lost my point, again. Erm. So, not being a bish is my no. 1 priority.
Why is that important again?
This comes back to the subject of my depression. I havent heard any gossip. Im out of it. Out of shape. Out of talk. Out of everything. Im out of candy-canes.
Focus.
Okay:
Rube Goldberg (aka my awesome escape from my reality of BOREDOM and retaliation at my retard friends from vaca. Well not an escape but more of a distraction from my loserism which i have IN ONE POST grown to hate because new years.)
Um.
Rube Goldberg=> Following nerds around=> Guaranteed A+=> Escaping=> Mental Breakdown => Cry to the person E cant get to anymawr (tee-hee) => Live in Bliss for half a second b4 he has that "wtf" moment every guy has when they have a girl sobbing on their shoulder.
Which reminds me that I have to strengthen my mental defenses and sharpen my smiling a bit shyly and "polite" gestures. After all, when visiting one's house, one must be the perfect guest, no? I need to pick a simple outfit (preferably a nerd one) which will convey honesty (emerald?) and a hairstyle (a simple pinned up ponytail suggest professionality) and I must practice the all important "trust me, I'm listening" pose. Argh. Too much to do.
I want to spy on who is snogging whom but I have no life so why the hell am I starting this blog in the first place? Oh right, I thought I would have a reader.
PINEAPPLE FLASHBACK TIME:
Where pineapple has a random flashback like those silent films.
Time: 3rd per, 7th Grade, Algebra
Ashton: *taps pencil*
Trent: *joins in*
Tangerine: *silent*
Pineapple: *ANNOYED*
Teachar: ... *teaches graphs*
Pineapple: Treeeennnnttt. AASSSSHHHTTTTONN. STFUU!
-20 minutes latar-
Ashton: *mumble mumble* taught me the sign for dont get shot.
Pineapple: *FACEPALM*
Tangerine: *laughs*
Trent: *mimics ashton*
I miss 7th Grade SOOOOO much.
I cant wait to get the hell outta here to high school.
Oops. BRB.
Life is full of fails.
Fails are full of life.
-end dramatic portion-
Onto the fangirliness!
Just a few mawr days until new years and I have never kissed a guy in my life so right now I am a kiss virgin. Not a slut. But still, this makes this blogger depressed. The New Years Kiss is SUPPOSED to be important but I seriously dont care. Well, I do care. Just not a lot.
...
Okay, I do care a lot and this makes me feel like an utter fraking failure. A FAIL. MAJORLY. I feel horrified at my refining, now unconscious refining of my manners and mannerisms. I have to adjust everything.
My new years res?
Here it is:
MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION IS....
NOT TO BE A B*TCH.
And that is quite a lot to ask. Honestly. I talk back to everyone, either cursing in my mind or cursing aloud which some may call childish and unbefitting of a girl of my er.... person but still. I lost my point, again. Erm. So, not being a bish is my no. 1 priority.
Why is that important again?
This comes back to the subject of my depression. I havent heard any gossip. Im out of it. Out of shape. Out of talk. Out of everything. Im out of candy-canes.
Focus.
Okay:
Rube Goldberg (aka my awesome escape from my reality of BOREDOM and retaliation at my retard friends from vaca. Well not an escape but more of a distraction from my loserism which i have IN ONE POST grown to hate because new years.)
Um.
Rube Goldberg=> Following nerds around=> Guaranteed A+=> Escaping=> Mental Breakdown => Cry to the person E cant get to anymawr (tee-hee) => Live in Bliss for half a second b4 he has that "wtf" moment every guy has when they have a girl sobbing on their shoulder.
Which reminds me that I have to strengthen my mental defenses and sharpen my smiling a bit shyly and "polite" gestures. After all, when visiting one's house, one must be the perfect guest, no? I need to pick a simple outfit (preferably a nerd one) which will convey honesty (emerald?) and a hairstyle (a simple pinned up ponytail suggest professionality) and I must practice the all important "trust me, I'm listening" pose. Argh. Too much to do.
I want to spy on who is snogging whom but I have no life so why the hell am I starting this blog in the first place? Oh right, I thought I would have a reader.
PINEAPPLE FLASHBACK TIME:
Where pineapple has a random flashback like those silent films.
Time: 3rd per, 7th Grade, Algebra
Ashton: *taps pencil*
Trent: *joins in*
Tangerine: *silent*
Pineapple: *ANNOYED*
Teachar: ... *teaches graphs*
Pineapple: Treeeennnnttt. AASSSSHHHTTTTONN. STFUU!
-20 minutes latar-
Ashton: *mumble mumble* taught me the sign for dont get shot.
Pineapple: *FACEPALM*
Tangerine: *laughs*
Trent: *mimics ashton*
I miss 7th Grade SOOOOO much.
I cant wait to get the hell outta here to high school.
Oops. BRB.
xoxo.
iLUVFEBRUARY. Despite valentines is on a Saturday.
Natnl PDA day. EW.
Cant love me, cant hate me.
Somethin like dat.
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
mhm
MERRY FRICKIN CHRISTMAS.
Watch ur tree cause santa's out of a job
and needs jur presents.
Stocks are shit.
Spirit is commercialized.
I said
MERREH FRIGGIN CHRISTMAS.
nao go get a life.
Watch ur tree cause santa's out of a job
and needs jur presents.
Stocks are shit.
Spirit is commercialized.
I said
MERREH FRIGGIN CHRISTMAS.
nao go get a life.
On winners and losers.
Start time: 9:52 PM
Status: Listening to music.On winners and losers:
Winner are usually the weiners of all of it. The losers are the strong-willed ones.
Most of the time the winners are more popular.
The losers dont give up.
I am a loser.
I aint kidding. I'm a pessimist, but I would love to win once. In the world, there is ALWAYS one person who is better than you in some aspect. I met that one person who is more bitchy than me. Actually, Ive met a lot of people who are bitchier than me. A lot of people smarter than me, but none more unique in my way. No one can be a preppy-emo-drama queen who thinks that life is a pointless game that you have to spice up to make intresting.
When you look back at it, my life is full of loserisms that I am proud of. I've managed to stay unpopular which would have corrupted me. I never got a chance at love which makes me more awesome that the dating people, but I guess I'm sorta outta it. I've ruined my straight A's~ I'm officially not a super geek. Im fashion confuzed, which makes my outfit 1000 times better than yours. My music tastes are loserish by definition. My hair is always a mess which never ceases to suprise me. People come up to me on some days and they tell me (flat out), "Juliet, your hair is really nice TODAY." Huge emphasis on the today. My skin is practically a dead mess of cells. My nails are always chewed away and my hands have calluses from I dont know, TRYING TO GUITAR. My height is a fail. My weight is ... the only thing normal, lets just say. My crush is abnormal. If you look at me as a person, I look normal, but if you know me, I am the most randomtistic person you will ever meet. I like being a loser, because winners are weiners and snobs who wont stop bragging.
I like being me. No matter how many times i say it, it makes me feel like a creep. I seriously need some optimism therapy. Does that even exist? I hope it does... maybe. Nah. I would be too lazy to take therapy. Its never gonna happen to me. Nope. I never. Optimism never works out for me. People would find it weird if I, Juliet VanSchulear, started being happy. The thought of it creeps me out severely. It creeps me out as much as the fact that most of my closet is pink and black. The other 30% is like, yellow and grey.
Winners are creepy and adored by peers. Peers is made of two words. Pee and ers. In other words, your peers are made of crap and errors. How does that happen? Pee> poop> crap. Ers= shakespearean vers. of errors. To err is to do wrong. (Yes, that is my geek side kicking in.) Never listen to people who spew crap and cant cover up their asses. So therefore by a huge transitive property, never listen to the winners.
Juliet has just had a pineapple moment flashback:
Winter ball 08'
Srsly. I look slutty.
WRONG FLASHBACK!
Here it is:
Location: St. Malo
Juliet: *stares into the sunset as epically as possible*
Matt & Rayne: ... =_="
Juliet: *smile* Don't you think its beautiful?
PAUSE! This was before my spirit was broken and shattered and killed and mutilated beyond belief. And before I was humiliated. so continuing.
Matt: *mumbles incoherently*
Rayne: *facepalm*
Liza: *taking pictures*
Juliet: *stares*
Monologue at the time: The sunset is extremely pretty. There is no place I'd rather be than here with all of my friends. I would never trade this moment for anything else is the world. I wish I could just let my feelings spill over. I-
Liza: OMG. *laughs at statue*
Juliet: *pulls head to one side*
Liza: Juliet, cmon.
Juliet: Hai~
Matt and rayne converse.
and when I look back upon that moment, I feel I must crush every single nanosecond of my memory into oblivion because my life could never be that way again. Never.
No one can be trusted. No secrets. No hearts. No lives. No emotions. No sadness. No pain. No smiles. No tears. No lonliness. No cuts. No bruises. Nothing. No one should ever be trusted with a secret. Never talk. Never tell. Never speak. At all.
Never look back. Never speak up
Never smile. Never look at their face.
No compassion. No sympathy.
No truth. No lies.
No lies. No truth.
For you see the entity of life is made up of nothing and everything. Maybe a dream, yet maybe a retarded imagining that has gone on too long. A life. Curious. Nothing.
xoxo.
Love me, love you, losar.
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
New stuff:
Imma start the chronicles thing again so look forward to the next post that I will post in a couple of minuteeess. ^_^
Oh and btw.
I never confessed. Never said crap.
Gave him a cookie. He ate it.
Gave him a card. Read it.
Wow. I feel like crap. Oh well.
FUDGERS! I HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHT!!!!!
it feel slightly cold.
I hate E. So bery much.
at least i gots to hug him.
BWAHAHAHA. I just remembered a distant conversation.
E: Last year I was flirting with him
Me: mhm
E: and this year he's flirting back
Me: *needles stab through heart and head* wow
E: yea *walks toward classroom*
Me (my thoughts): Why me? I had to have this life. Not massachusettes!?
Dood i like: hi E, Juliet.
Juliet/Me: Hi. *mumbles a curse word*
E: Hi ___! I thought you werent coming today. *cheery voice*
Dood i like: It was because *mumble mumble*
Juliet: *sigh* just hurry up
Dood i like: *stare*
Juliet: *pissed off look*
E: I see you brought a peanut butter sandwich again.
Juliet: He's brought one for the past week *mutter under breath*
Dood i like: mhm.
E: It must be your favorite! *cheery voice*
Dood i like: Not really.
Juliet: *trying to be happy but epic phailing* I dont get how you guys pack your lunches. Haha. I can never wake up early enough. (thought: cause i never sleep before 12.)
Dood i like: 's not that hard.
E: *smiles*
Juliet: *hates herself for not being cute enough to compete*
Dood i like: *acts cool *
and there we are: me, in a friggin horrible mood because E is E and the whole thing has become a total mess. and I, I am trying to act cool and cute but my grudge against E is slowly driving me to hit her over the head with a book.
He is there, flirting with e (as the conversation continues) and he's acting all kewl and i hate it. He becomes as cold as my feet are now. Distant, whatever.
E is there being all cute and it makes me sick.
I have refined myself for years waiting for an oppurtunity. And I lost it to an airhead. Good going juliet.
Ha. And btw, in the middle of third period on the last day liza just had to shout out (before i could shut her up):
Juliet tried to kiss____ on the eiffel to-
Juliet: OMFG. Shaddup. It was an acci-
Liza:...
Juliet: thinking: shit. I ran outta words.
And sean and matt and them are all *starestare* and im outta words. and im like... crap.
and change of subject to rayne hitting on liza when we went on our excursion.
and when the subject came back to me, matt saved the friggin day and asked for a cookie.
SAVED BY A COOKIE. AND MATT. two things I thought would never happen.
And I knitted quietly blushing for the period.
5th per I was gonna give a scarf to kaizi but i couldnt knit fast enough. Matt and Ashton seemed sorta weird. And were still like *starestare* and I was like "huh?"
6th per: I glomped griffin/matt/ omg i have to stop changing his name to make saika jealous.
Which reminds me that we have a new reader, probably.
Vicky? Wendy? what name do you want? srsly. I cant post about u without a name!
Ah. On saturday i met my cousin and she gave me gossip girl books. I guess I'll have to be gossipy again. JACOB SOUNDS LIKE A GIRL!!!! XDDDD melon. Well so does mike.
Rickrollin all the teaachars!
Gave him a cookie. He ate it.
Gave him a card. Read it.
Wow. I feel like crap. Oh well.
FUDGERS! I HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHT!!!!!
it feel slightly cold.
I hate E. So bery much.
at least i gots to hug him.
BWAHAHAHA. I just remembered a distant conversation.
E: Last year I was flirting with him
Me: mhm
E: and this year he's flirting back
Me: *needles stab through heart and head* wow
E: yea *walks toward classroom*
Me (my thoughts): Why me? I had to have this life. Not massachusettes!?
Dood i like: hi E, Juliet.
Juliet/Me: Hi. *mumbles a curse word*
E: Hi ___! I thought you werent coming today. *cheery voice*
Dood i like: It was because *mumble mumble*
Juliet: *sigh* just hurry up
Dood i like: *stare*
Juliet: *pissed off look*
E: I see you brought a peanut butter sandwich again.
Juliet: He's brought one for the past week *mutter under breath*
Dood i like: mhm.
E: It must be your favorite! *cheery voice*
Dood i like: Not really.
Juliet: *trying to be happy but epic phailing* I dont get how you guys pack your lunches. Haha. I can never wake up early enough. (thought: cause i never sleep before 12.)
Dood i like: 's not that hard.
E: *smiles*
Juliet: *hates herself for not being cute enough to compete*
Dood i like: *acts cool *
and there we are: me, in a friggin horrible mood because E is E and the whole thing has become a total mess. and I, I am trying to act cool and cute but my grudge against E is slowly driving me to hit her over the head with a book.
He is there, flirting with e (as the conversation continues) and he's acting all kewl and i hate it. He becomes as cold as my feet are now. Distant, whatever.
E is there being all cute and it makes me sick.
I have refined myself for years waiting for an oppurtunity. And I lost it to an airhead. Good going juliet.
Ha. And btw, in the middle of third period on the last day liza just had to shout out (before i could shut her up):
Juliet tried to kiss____ on the eiffel to-
Juliet: OMFG. Shaddup. It was an acci-
Liza:...
Juliet: thinking: shit. I ran outta words.
And sean and matt and them are all *starestare* and im outta words. and im like... crap.
and change of subject to rayne hitting on liza when we went on our excursion.
and when the subject came back to me, matt saved the friggin day and asked for a cookie.
SAVED BY A COOKIE. AND MATT. two things I thought would never happen.
And I knitted quietly blushing for the period.
5th per I was gonna give a scarf to kaizi but i couldnt knit fast enough. Matt and Ashton seemed sorta weird. And were still like *starestare* and I was like "huh?"
6th per: I glomped griffin/matt/ omg i have to stop changing his name to make saika jealous.
Which reminds me that we have a new reader, probably.
Vicky? Wendy? what name do you want? srsly. I cant post about u without a name!
Ah. On saturday i met my cousin and she gave me gossip girl books. I guess I'll have to be gossipy again. JACOB SOUNDS LIKE A GIRL!!!! XDDDD melon. Well so does mike.
Rickrollin all the teaachars!
xoxo.
Saying it bluntly since 2007
-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
Off to updates.
Last day of skewl?
Wait, lets go back a bit.
Monday:
Liyeri hung out with us, the PMP (pineapple melon pomegranate inc.).
Tuesday:
Last day of school. Hated it.
Too many presents to hang out.
AND HA! E. E is friendless. She may be popular, but she is friendless. I love actressing, it gives me a chance to convey my bitchiness. I need an emotional hate point where I can direct all of my hate and GRAGH! Im going to make a voodoo doll and curse her.
She flirts with EVERYONE. Last day, I kept her away from mine's. (not gramarically correct but who the hell cares?!). We watched the dance group ppple dance and i schemed to overthrow them with a rival group that E questioned. I want to slap her face. SURE. All the guys are nice to her, but never me. Im like the chew toy of the social system. I want her de-throned. She is not worthy of her life or position. She flirts with everyone but my crush is OFF LIMITS. See, I said it.
Gawsh I sound over-protective.
In third period: I have been given various nicknames:
i.e. vicster, victoria, pineapple, juliet, juliet vanschulear, pheonix, faye of the opera (yea, wtf.), rose, tori etc.
AND NOW I COME BACK FROM 1st SEMESTER WITH 3 MAWR:
Gothic Lolita (=_="), Female smuggler (worst mistake of my life.), Melrose Hill.
Melrose hill? Dubbed by mr. cabezas. Its been taken by 70 other pple but okies. It sounds cool, but makes me sound really stuck up and prattish. Not stuck up and prattish.
I am a bubbling cauldron of hate and grudges. That is why people often avoid me at my worst moments. Again this leads back to the subject of E. This time she wont get her hands on him because of my meticulous nagging and fake-actress-crying. ^_^ I am that evil.
We are meeting over vacation while she can go flirt with justin and trent. AHAHAHAHA!
Oh dear. I sound quite insane. *straightens out skirt*
From the time I had started reading on manners and crap, I have been always intrigued by people's small gestures that give away their state of mind. For my new year's resolution, I would love to get rid of my little gestures that convey hate. Because, its not fun if someone can see throught your expression. I need to practice my smile, fake laugh, sympathetic face, and genuine intrest. None of which I really have. I may seem cold or cruel but it is what I am and who I was born to be. I was a very cold person from the start. I have never trusted my secrets to anyone so consider what I have told you: A lie. A cover up for my life. A preppy, emo cover for my couldron of hate and vengence. 6 more months. Countdown.
Perfectly composed is the image I am shooting for. A combined apathetic, yet mysterious aura that I have to set by high school or I will remain "that emo girl in the corner" or "that preppy emo" which is not a flattering title at all. I have been pushed around and out of the "popular" circle. So today, I make a change for the better. I am going to slip back into the circle and be as destructive as my ego and image will allow. To break one's spirit is a horrible deed which requires a horrible revenge. Not that I am acknowledging it at all. Watch your back because I will be back with a vengance. Vendetta over ignorance.
Wait, lets go back a bit.
Monday:
Liyeri hung out with us, the PMP (pineapple melon pomegranate inc.).
Tuesday:
Last day of school. Hated it.
Too many presents to hang out.
AND HA! E. E is friendless. She may be popular, but she is friendless. I love actressing, it gives me a chance to convey my bitchiness. I need an emotional hate point where I can direct all of my hate and GRAGH! Im going to make a voodoo doll and curse her.
She flirts with EVERYONE. Last day, I kept her away from mine's. (not gramarically correct but who the hell cares?!). We watched the dance group ppple dance and i schemed to overthrow them with a rival group that E questioned. I want to slap her face. SURE. All the guys are nice to her, but never me. Im like the chew toy of the social system. I want her de-throned. She is not worthy of her life or position. She flirts with everyone but my crush is OFF LIMITS. See, I said it.
Gawsh I sound over-protective.
In third period: I have been given various nicknames:
i.e. vicster, victoria, pineapple, juliet, juliet vanschulear, pheonix, faye of the opera (yea, wtf.), rose, tori etc.
AND NOW I COME BACK FROM 1st SEMESTER WITH 3 MAWR:
Gothic Lolita (=_="), Female smuggler (worst mistake of my life.), Melrose Hill.
Melrose hill? Dubbed by mr. cabezas. Its been taken by 70 other pple but okies. It sounds cool, but makes me sound really stuck up and prattish. Not stuck up and prattish.
I am a bubbling cauldron of hate and grudges. That is why people often avoid me at my worst moments. Again this leads back to the subject of E. This time she wont get her hands on him because of my meticulous nagging and fake-actress-crying. ^_^ I am that evil.
We are meeting over vacation while she can go flirt with justin and trent. AHAHAHAHA!
Oh dear. I sound quite insane. *straightens out skirt*
From the time I had started reading on manners and crap, I have been always intrigued by people's small gestures that give away their state of mind. For my new year's resolution, I would love to get rid of my little gestures that convey hate. Because, its not fun if someone can see throught your expression. I need to practice my smile, fake laugh, sympathetic face, and genuine intrest. None of which I really have. I may seem cold or cruel but it is what I am and who I was born to be. I was a very cold person from the start. I have never trusted my secrets to anyone so consider what I have told you: A lie. A cover up for my life. A preppy, emo cover for my couldron of hate and vengence. 6 more months. Countdown.
Perfectly composed is the image I am shooting for. A combined apathetic, yet mysterious aura that I have to set by high school or I will remain "that emo girl in the corner" or "that preppy emo" which is not a flattering title at all. I have been pushed around and out of the "popular" circle. So today, I make a change for the better. I am going to slip back into the circle and be as destructive as my ego and image will allow. To break one's spirit is a horrible deed which requires a horrible revenge. Not that I am acknowledging it at all. Watch your back because I will be back with a vengance. Vendetta over ignorance.
xoxo.
Merry Christmas.
enjoy your calm life while it lasts
-EnvyMidnight
Humbarg.
Merry friggin christmas eve.
There are so bery many thing I hate about this time of year.
People are happy and cozy and warm and toasty
and some are just plain okay
but for those, I mean some
and by some I mean me,
I hate this cheery season.
For reasons a many
I hate christmas cheer
because santa's not real
(oh dear.)
and the part I hate most
is myself at the time
because buying all these presents
left me with but a dime
The chesnuts a roasting,
I hope they burn
for christmas carries
little childrens' yearns
of toys and gifts and lots of toys
trucks and dollies, a sea of joy
the selfish little pricks who do nothing but smile
well you can look at their face in a while
and watch them complain and complain and complain
of what they have or havent gained
for those who love this christmas cheer, I say
BAH HUMBUG.
Ya little weirdoes.
There are so bery many thing I hate about this time of year.
People are happy and cozy and warm and toasty
and some are just plain okay
but for those, I mean some
and by some I mean me,
I hate this cheery season.
For reasons a many
I hate christmas cheer
because santa's not real
(oh dear.)
and the part I hate most
is myself at the time
because buying all these presents
left me with but a dime
The chesnuts a roasting,
I hope they burn
for christmas carries
little childrens' yearns
of toys and gifts and lots of toys
trucks and dollies, a sea of joy
the selfish little pricks who do nothing but smile
well you can look at their face in a while
and watch them complain and complain and complain
of what they have or havent gained
for those who love this christmas cheer, I say
BAH HUMBUG.
Ya little weirdoes.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
More than anyone does, I dislike my parents.
Here is my situation:
My mom is an overexaggerative drama queen.
My dad is never home.
Both of my grandpas are pushing dasies.
My grandmas support both of my parents.
My brother is a violent, fat bastard.
My cousins are all annoying (the younger ones at least).
My older cousins dont bother with helping me.
People usually have a nice mom, or one who helps them. I dont. I have the most ridiculous parents in the whole fucking world.
My mom:
"Vicki, you got a B?"
"Yea."
"Try harder next time."
later...
"Vicki. WTF?! You got a B?"
"*facepalm* yea. "
next situation:
3am: Dad:
"Vicki, you're still not finished with your homework?"
"Mhm."
"*whispers* continue."
"argh."
My dad is never home and gives too much of a shit over my grades.
Mom:
"Vicki, go mop the floor."
"Okay, if I can take my mp3 player. Can I?"
"*screams so the whole fucking world can hear* Why not? An i-pod? I'm not going-"
"*walks away*"
"*screams so uncle can hear* An i-pod?"
"*slams door shut and locks it* "
This is why I am blogging right now as my mom remains screaming and i remain as apathetic as the day before. My mom making a retard of herself and I locking myself in my room for the hundreth time. I should really start keeping track.
And my parents are never in the giving spirit on christmas or on other people's birthdays:
Last Christmas: (shoulda videotaped all of these)
"Can I buy presents for my friends?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because it wastes money."
=___=" Someone. Kill the repeat button. Ive had this conversation every time for the past like 100 years. Even on birthdays.
Now my mom is trying to lure me out of my room using merit. NOT WORKING. I am not a jackass. (unlike dad who didnt know what 12 multiplied by 12 was.) And all this happened because of my mother never listens. And my mom loves to make fun of me. I am not going outside as my uncle AND my mom are laughing at me. Its not going to be pretty nor cheerful.
If they werent my mother and uncle and father (which they will not be in a few months after I file the order and I get the shit out of this place in which I have lived out of necessity and lack of motavation, I have realized that my parents suck. They're not the worst, but they're somewhere near there). Again... if they werent my mom and dad and uncle this is what would happen:
"Merry Christmas bitches!"
*smacks faces* *kicks* *ties a rope around them* *throws in dumpster*
They are the most sarcastic and immature parents in the world. I take it back.
They are THEEE most sarcastic and immature attention-loving parents in the world.
Ha. My room is locked so even if they do get in here (which they never) shit.
Ciao.
My mom is an overexaggerative drama queen.
My dad is never home.
Both of my grandpas are pushing dasies.
My grandmas support both of my parents.
My brother is a violent, fat bastard.
My cousins are all annoying (the younger ones at least).
My older cousins dont bother with helping me.
People usually have a nice mom, or one who helps them. I dont. I have the most ridiculous parents in the whole fucking world.
My mom:
"Vicki, you got a B?"
"Yea."
"Try harder next time."
later...
"Vicki. WTF?! You got a B?"
"*facepalm* yea. "
next situation:
3am: Dad:
"Vicki, you're still not finished with your homework?"
"Mhm."
"*whispers* continue."
"argh."
My dad is never home and gives too much of a shit over my grades.
Mom:
"Vicki, go mop the floor."
"Okay, if I can take my mp3 player. Can I?"
"*screams so the whole fucking world can hear* Why not? An i-pod? I'm not going-"
"*walks away*"
"*screams so uncle can hear* An i-pod?"
"*slams door shut and locks it* "
This is why I am blogging right now as my mom remains screaming and i remain as apathetic as the day before. My mom making a retard of herself and I locking myself in my room for the hundreth time. I should really start keeping track.
And my parents are never in the giving spirit on christmas or on other people's birthdays:
Last Christmas: (shoulda videotaped all of these)
"Can I buy presents for my friends?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because it wastes money."
=___=" Someone. Kill the repeat button. Ive had this conversation every time for the past like 100 years. Even on birthdays.
Now my mom is trying to lure me out of my room using merit. NOT WORKING. I am not a jackass. (unlike dad who didnt know what 12 multiplied by 12 was.) And all this happened because of my mother never listens. And my mom loves to make fun of me. I am not going outside as my uncle AND my mom are laughing at me. Its not going to be pretty nor cheerful.
If they werent my mother and uncle and father (which they will not be in a few months after I file the order and I get the shit out of this place in which I have lived out of necessity and lack of motavation, I have realized that my parents suck. They're not the worst, but they're somewhere near there). Again... if they werent my mom and dad and uncle this is what would happen:
"Merry Christmas bitches!"
*smacks faces* *kicks* *ties a rope around them* *throws in dumpster*
They are the most sarcastic and immature parents in the world. I take it back.
They are THEEE most sarcastic and immature attention-loving parents in the world.
Ha. My room is locked so even if they do get in here (which they never) shit.
Ciao.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Half a year left.
Its only half a year until we go.
The parting of the ways.
And I will try to shut up until that time comes.
Because, I can anticiapate everything. This is why I hate being me. I anticipate everything bad. I map out every horrible possibility so I can prepare for it. Its a self defense mechanism. Just like my talking retarded thing. "You guys are such weirdos". I dont really mean it. I mean it, but I dont. Its just. I sorta hate you all. For different reasons. Occasionally there is the name-calling, the emotional prying, the screaming, the chaos, the migranes, but most of all, I dislike my life and I compensate for it by hating yours. Its not justified (crap liyeri's gotten to my brain too) but its my coping mechanism for all the things wrong with my life which are (thank gosh) pretty few.
That poem I read at the poetry slam (um friday. Last friday. Sitting next to mattster and um...whats her name put me in an uncomfortable position. =_= and I helped him study for monday's test while christine and whats her name gossiped and i cried for my lack of a social life. Well, I cried internally so matt would never have the oppurtunity to see me cry AGAIN. Obviously, I dont like pple seeing me cry at all. Its freaky. I am a very strong headed person and I can take social remarks with minor emotional damage. I was knitting my troubles away which reminds me that I have to make a present for kristie. Yea, um. I forgot. I grouped her w/ james a couple tens of posts ago so yea. She is really bright and a good friend. Much more sincere than whats her face. So Imma make her a cute gift. TO SHOPPING. Well, back to the subject.) Wait. What was it again? Oh right. I wrote a hate poem and read it at the slam.
Ah. Good times. I dont like people telling me what to do every single day. Im such a goody-goody. I want to tear my fake face off because it is suffocating me internally but I cant or else that would cause a ruckus that may destroy my peppyness which doesnt exist in the first place so here is my question: What am I talking about?
I dont like being a dull person so I am peppy. I dont like being peppy (because it scares me to hug people and be cheery and bright) *pukes* so I am dull. I am at a constant tug of war internally which allows me to be NORMAL. A not normal pineapple would be... verry, verry badddd. Trust me. I will, for only one day, be normal, and then you will all feel the wrath of a crazily outgoing pineapple with no conscience for what she does so she might as well kill someone which she cannot do for manslaughter = life sentence or 60 years which I am not willing to do and manslaughter is INHUMANE. So I do not condone it. See how I map out my life?
The only thing I havent mapped out is if i should tell THE GUY <3 blah blah. Or if I should shut up for the rest of my life while he goes to a private school then USC and I got to blahpublicskoolbah and then HARVARD or someone ooverseas with cute guys so I will forget his face eventually and never remember him until we pass each other on a coincedence someday in NewYork on a rainy winter day in taxis in front of a grand hotel which we are both staying in on business trips and we will never know it. And I will never notice him and him, me. FairyTale End. How sweet. So should I tell or not. Considering I MIGHT see him again on winter break. So that might make it awkward.
How do you tell someone? You know what. Forget it. The calculator said no, so I give up. Seriously. Myagu.
Parents telling me 2 PIANO.
I CANT.
Agu. Gonna guitar or cello instead.
Ciao desu
The parting of the ways.
And I will try to shut up until that time comes.
Because, I can anticiapate everything. This is why I hate being me. I anticipate everything bad. I map out every horrible possibility so I can prepare for it. Its a self defense mechanism. Just like my talking retarded thing. "You guys are such weirdos". I dont really mean it. I mean it, but I dont. Its just. I sorta hate you all. For different reasons. Occasionally there is the name-calling, the emotional prying, the screaming, the chaos, the migranes, but most of all, I dislike my life and I compensate for it by hating yours. Its not justified (crap liyeri's gotten to my brain too) but its my coping mechanism for all the things wrong with my life which are (thank gosh) pretty few.
That poem I read at the poetry slam (um friday. Last friday. Sitting next to mattster and um...whats her name put me in an uncomfortable position. =_= and I helped him study for monday's test while christine and whats her name gossiped and i cried for my lack of a social life. Well, I cried internally so matt would never have the oppurtunity to see me cry AGAIN. Obviously, I dont like pple seeing me cry at all. Its freaky. I am a very strong headed person and I can take social remarks with minor emotional damage. I was knitting my troubles away which reminds me that I have to make a present for kristie. Yea, um. I forgot. I grouped her w/ james a couple tens of posts ago so yea. She is really bright and a good friend. Much more sincere than whats her face. So Imma make her a cute gift. TO SHOPPING. Well, back to the subject.) Wait. What was it again? Oh right. I wrote a hate poem and read it at the slam.
Ah. Good times. I dont like people telling me what to do every single day. Im such a goody-goody. I want to tear my fake face off because it is suffocating me internally but I cant or else that would cause a ruckus that may destroy my peppyness which doesnt exist in the first place so here is my question: What am I talking about?
I dont like being a dull person so I am peppy. I dont like being peppy (because it scares me to hug people and be cheery and bright) *pukes* so I am dull. I am at a constant tug of war internally which allows me to be NORMAL. A not normal pineapple would be... verry, verry badddd. Trust me. I will, for only one day, be normal, and then you will all feel the wrath of a crazily outgoing pineapple with no conscience for what she does so she might as well kill someone which she cannot do for manslaughter = life sentence or 60 years which I am not willing to do and manslaughter is INHUMANE. So I do not condone it. See how I map out my life?
The only thing I havent mapped out is if i should tell THE GUY <3 blah blah. Or if I should shut up for the rest of my life while he goes to a private school then USC and I got to blahpublicskoolbah and then HARVARD or someone ooverseas with cute guys so I will forget his face eventually and never remember him until we pass each other on a coincedence someday in NewYork on a rainy winter day in taxis in front of a grand hotel which we are both staying in on business trips and we will never know it. And I will never notice him and him, me. FairyTale End. How sweet. So should I tell or not. Considering I MIGHT see him again on winter break. So that might make it awkward.
How do you tell someone? You know what. Forget it. The calculator said no, so I give up. Seriously. Myagu.
Parents telling me 2 PIANO.
I CANT.
Agu. Gonna guitar or cello instead.
Ciao desu
-Pineapple
PS. DUCKIES RULE.
EPIC HEADACHE.
Mleh.
I'm certain you have all heard of the thing called the love calculator ryt?
Yea. If you havent, ur a loser. A MEGA-LOSER.
I puts my name onto derr w/ nobody as the other name and guess wat? I got 95%
That is the WORST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN.
That even worse than mike's -hem- 1% w/ a pool of naked men. FAIL.
Im sorry its just a fail.
This is worse than my pairings of anything, ever!
The pineapple-idiot one was not as bad. The matt pairing was tolerable, as was the ashton pairing. The mike pairing, I never took that crap. Seriously, its just the pairing w/ nobody that pwns all FAIL pairings.
Im using too much awesome lingo. My lil bro is here annoyingme by reading this text over my shoulder with his disgusting smelling chocolate eating breath (BRUSH YOUR TEETH RETARD).
Im trying to keep my nerves intact. I must now go run around, buying presents for everyone. I love altoids.
My internal monologue came out of my on friday. and omg a teacher got hold of my chat-log. ShIT. cRAppERs.
Pineapple is less worried. Its not like teachers care. Five months. JUST LIKE LAST YAR.
T_______________________T
Me has to go be piratical nao.
PoC ~
no one understands that but me.
My bro says "lmao"
And i say "ciao"
I'm certain you have all heard of the thing called the love calculator ryt?
Yea. If you havent, ur a loser. A MEGA-LOSER.
I puts my name onto derr w/ nobody as the other name and guess wat? I got 95%
That is the WORST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN.
That even worse than mike's -hem- 1% w/ a pool of naked men. FAIL.
Im sorry its just a fail.
This is worse than my pairings of anything, ever!
The pineapple-idiot one was not as bad. The matt pairing was tolerable, as was the ashton pairing. The mike pairing, I never took that crap. Seriously, its just the pairing w/ nobody that pwns all FAIL pairings.
Im using too much awesome lingo. My lil bro is here annoyingme by reading this text over my shoulder with his disgusting smelling chocolate eating breath (BRUSH YOUR TEETH RETARD).
Im trying to keep my nerves intact. I must now go run around, buying presents for everyone. I love altoids.
My internal monologue came out of my on friday. and omg a teacher got hold of my chat-log. ShIT. cRAppERs.
Pineapple is less worried. Its not like teachers care. Five months. JUST LIKE LAST YAR.
T_______________________T
Me has to go be piratical nao.
PoC ~
no one understands that but me.
My bro says "lmao"
And i say "ciao"
-Juliet VanSchulear
Friday, December 19, 2008
My computer is retarded here.
I have just switched the keyboard on this ultra retard computer. Its like one of those beds that you can sink into...and continue to sink into.
All in all, it sucks.
I hope I get outta here alive.
Mya.
Imma go on gaia and possibly chat. I wanna sleep.
Im so touched that ashton and mike and matt chose me over zach.
*sniff*
I want to hug them.
*sniff*
Its cold
*sniff*
OMIGEEEE.
o~~~~~~~o
ciao
All in all, it sucks.
I hope I get outta here alive.
Mya.
Imma go on gaia and possibly chat. I wanna sleep.
Im so touched that ashton and mike and matt chose me over zach.
*sniff*
I want to hug them.
*sniff*
Its cold
*sniff*
OMIGEEEE.
o~~~~~~~o
ciao
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Family Gatherings suck.
"She thinks she has to lose weight. Thats why shes not eating anything."
"I'm fine mom."
"Stop trying to lose weight Vicki. You already look anorexic."
"Mom, I'm feeling nauseous."
"Vicki, just eat the food."
"I'm not hungry."
"Vicki-"
"OMG STFFUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!" says vicki's brain in utter desparation. DAMN. SERIOUSLY!?
"I am going to lie down."
"But Vicki, you're not going to lose weight by-"
"IM NOT TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT OKAY DAMMIT?! I've gotten straight A's for the past 5 flucking years so I deserve just a BIT OF TIME TO RELAX. I swear, you have never listened to what I have said for the last 5 freakin years. You are my MOM you should care a bit about what I have to say." shouts Vicki at her obviously deluded mother.
*walks away*
-end scene-
Thats how I ended up in front of the computer again, blogging. I figure this is more of a public journal than a blog now that I think about it. In approximately ...say 5 minutes. My parents and relatives will be breathing down my neck to eat cake. SHIT DAMNIT. I'm 96 pounds and GAINING. If I eat any mawr cake, I will chop off my leg. Im like Liyeri, cept MORE EXTREME. I diet, I dont SKIP meals. Thats just ew. Agh.
My stupid brother has his stupid birthday again and I am back into the group with the bunch of guys (ah, my mini-harem) and then there is Rayne. Rayne was the one who forced his way into the group in the first place. If he doesnt go, our whole group does. We are replacing him with Ashton. Ashton is my buddy. Rayne is the mental torturer who needs to channel his angry energy, positively. And I say that meaning, he needs to not violently try to kill everyone in his warpath. I can take him on and whoop his arse, or at least die trying. No matter what, I want to be in that group with Mike, Ashton, and Matt. My bfs are just too much. Bfs not meaning boyfriends because to apply to me, that is not PLURAL. My bfs are too under-extravagant and under-working, and Imma get distracted.
I dont like my family nor do I hate them. MY MOM THINKS MY DRY SKIN IS A RESULT OF RAZOR BUMPS. I swear she is going to be the last of me. She just comment on my typing. My mom is seriously the most BIAS, HYPOCRITICAL mom you will ever meet or have the torture of meeting. She will make snide comments and question every single freakin thing that you do. And when you try to run away, she drags you back. She is like an intensely lame version of me. Imagine me without my track skills, my awesome cooking skills (she cooks by eying ingredients), my knack for school, my social abilities (HERS ARE WORSE), and my computer skills. An intensely critisisive, nagging(which I am sure is not for my own good because one of her main arguements is "me-time" and results in debates I usually end up winning and her saying that I debate "like an old, chatty woman"), and continuingly growing more forgetful Mom. I can handle her better than my little brother who just stands around going "eh." I love my mom, but I cant stand her. And yes, I am quoting kevin's poem.
Knowing me, you'd think I'd write more. So I will. Even though I sound like a mushy valley girl. I will write. There are so many epic fails in the pineapple/melon/jackfruit pile that I should put them up. Matt not knowing me and rhen are spamming his address. Greek error messages. THE RAIN. Us rickrolling matt. HAHA. we rickrolled you too.
This is how poets IM:
i will go blog and obsess over all that has gone wrong in my life and hope that someday, I will have forgotten most of the humility and pride-shanking that you did in that short period of time. The things that I may never say, because a wounded lion never cries for it's ego is too big. As a pineapple cannot speak, I cannot scream. All I can do, is shed silent tears as the world goes on and my universe temporarily stops. For no one ever shall hinder my tears which claw at my heart slowly inside from the things never meant to be said and the things that cannot. There are so many possiblilities on this earth and I had chosen that one. Maybe it was an accident, but maybe it was fated that I fall again silently. And that is why I close that door in that chapter in life. Though many shall pull at the doorknob, none shall pass the threshold because that door is duct taped, super-glued, and welded shut from the world. I try hard to forget and I do not need more people knocking on my duct taped, superglued, welded door of horrible events. It was certainly nothing to be proud of. There cannot and shall never be a repeat of this. Because, then I will break. Everytime I look at my wall, across from my computer. I can see their faces, slowly grinning. Why did I ever wallpaper my wall with these pained memories? I made a mistake. I cannot bring myself to tear it down. For it is proof that I was once standing there, in the city of lights, right next to him and my dream could have and should have been kilt. But I was a coward and much of one too. I ran away. Never to speak of it again. And I chose. I chose to never forget, but never remember. The walls still echo my tears of the shy, timid girl i was last year and shall forever stay locked in that room with the ducttaped, superglued, welded door. I can still hear her voice telling my story to an anonymous audience and never letting go. There were lights, smiles, tears, and anger. Kicks, screams and things we cannot take back. Some things were never meants to be spoken. There was a frail little girl named Vicki who could never grasp the aspect of true happiness so she created a place for all the painful tears to fall and that place is here, behing the locked and shut door where no one is to step foot and Vicki is still telling her story to no one, to me. Inside my heart, when I sleep it repeats, like a broken record. I can still hear her story, telling me to pretend again and become someone else. Never let your guard down for the hunt is always on. A lion never screams when it is wounded. It cries. Silently, it cries. It cries for what it could have done to avoid this. It cries for it's life. And at the last moment, it whimpers and falls, like every other animal in the world, it falls. And it's last thoughts will still linger for a while before it's "life" leaves it's body. And the pain slowly numbs. Someday, the pain will disappear and I will have let go of everything. Someday, I will say what I could not have said with the courage I have thrown aside. Someday, I will not be alone and I will be somewhere else with people who care. Someday, I will show them all. But for now, the door has creaked a bit open, letting a sliver of truth dominate. This is the one time I will ever open this door and revisit my past. There is nothing lonlier than lies. Understand.
The skies were so blue that day.
That is how I poet. Have I lost my sentimentality? Not really. that is not more of a poem than just writing. How nostalgic. I dont like nostalgic so this has been killed. What you have just read is confidentail. If it is ever restated, I will come after you and I will break down. Of all the things that are left unsaid, dont speak. I need more blog topics. My posts are getting longer.
And I hide in my room,
my alias is me.
Who am I?
"I'm fine mom."
"Stop trying to lose weight Vicki. You already look anorexic."
"Mom, I'm feeling nauseous."
"Vicki, just eat the food."
"I'm not hungry."
"Vicki-"
"OMG STFFUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!" says vicki's brain in utter desparation. DAMN. SERIOUSLY!?
"I am going to lie down."
"But Vicki, you're not going to lose weight by-"
"IM NOT TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT OKAY DAMMIT?! I've gotten straight A's for the past 5 flucking years so I deserve just a BIT OF TIME TO RELAX. I swear, you have never listened to what I have said for the last 5 freakin years. You are my MOM you should care a bit about what I have to say." shouts Vicki at her obviously deluded mother.
*walks away*
-end scene-
Thats how I ended up in front of the computer again, blogging. I figure this is more of a public journal than a blog now that I think about it. In approximately ...say 5 minutes. My parents and relatives will be breathing down my neck to eat cake. SHIT DAMNIT. I'm 96 pounds and GAINING. If I eat any mawr cake, I will chop off my leg. Im like Liyeri, cept MORE EXTREME. I diet, I dont SKIP meals. Thats just ew. Agh.
My stupid brother has his stupid birthday again and I am back into the group with the bunch of guys (ah, my mini-harem) and then there is Rayne. Rayne was the one who forced his way into the group in the first place. If he doesnt go, our whole group does. We are replacing him with Ashton. Ashton is my buddy. Rayne is the mental torturer who needs to channel his angry energy, positively. And I say that meaning, he needs to not violently try to kill everyone in his warpath. I can take him on and whoop his arse, or at least die trying. No matter what, I want to be in that group with Mike, Ashton, and Matt. My bfs are just too much. Bfs not meaning boyfriends because to apply to me, that is not PLURAL. My bfs are too under-extravagant and under-working, and Imma get distracted.
I dont like my family nor do I hate them. MY MOM THINKS MY DRY SKIN IS A RESULT OF RAZOR BUMPS. I swear she is going to be the last of me. She just comment on my typing. My mom is seriously the most BIAS, HYPOCRITICAL mom you will ever meet or have the torture of meeting. She will make snide comments and question every single freakin thing that you do. And when you try to run away, she drags you back. She is like an intensely lame version of me. Imagine me without my track skills, my awesome cooking skills (she cooks by eying ingredients), my knack for school, my social abilities (HERS ARE WORSE), and my computer skills. An intensely critisisive, nagging(which I am sure is not for my own good because one of her main arguements is "me-time" and results in debates I usually end up winning and her saying that I debate "like an old, chatty woman"), and continuingly growing more forgetful Mom. I can handle her better than my little brother who just stands around going "eh." I love my mom, but I cant stand her. And yes, I am quoting kevin's poem.
Knowing me, you'd think I'd write more. So I will. Even though I sound like a mushy valley girl. I will write. There are so many epic fails in the pineapple/melon/jackfruit pile that I should put them up. Matt not knowing me and rhen are spamming his address. Greek error messages. THE RAIN. Us rickrolling matt. HAHA. we rickrolled you too.
This is how poets IM:
i will go blog and obsess over all that has gone wrong in my life and hope that someday, I will have forgotten most of the humility and pride-shanking that you did in that short period of time. The things that I may never say, because a wounded lion never cries for it's ego is too big. As a pineapple cannot speak, I cannot scream. All I can do, is shed silent tears as the world goes on and my universe temporarily stops. For no one ever shall hinder my tears which claw at my heart slowly inside from the things never meant to be said and the things that cannot. There are so many possiblilities on this earth and I had chosen that one. Maybe it was an accident, but maybe it was fated that I fall again silently. And that is why I close that door in that chapter in life. Though many shall pull at the doorknob, none shall pass the threshold because that door is duct taped, super-glued, and welded shut from the world. I try hard to forget and I do not need more people knocking on my duct taped, superglued, welded door of horrible events. It was certainly nothing to be proud of. There cannot and shall never be a repeat of this. Because, then I will break. Everytime I look at my wall, across from my computer. I can see their faces, slowly grinning. Why did I ever wallpaper my wall with these pained memories? I made a mistake. I cannot bring myself to tear it down. For it is proof that I was once standing there, in the city of lights, right next to him and my dream could have and should have been kilt. But I was a coward and much of one too. I ran away. Never to speak of it again. And I chose. I chose to never forget, but never remember. The walls still echo my tears of the shy, timid girl i was last year and shall forever stay locked in that room with the ducttaped, superglued, welded door. I can still hear her voice telling my story to an anonymous audience and never letting go. There were lights, smiles, tears, and anger. Kicks, screams and things we cannot take back. Some things were never meants to be spoken. There was a frail little girl named Vicki who could never grasp the aspect of true happiness so she created a place for all the painful tears to fall and that place is here, behing the locked and shut door where no one is to step foot and Vicki is still telling her story to no one, to me. Inside my heart, when I sleep it repeats, like a broken record. I can still hear her story, telling me to pretend again and become someone else. Never let your guard down for the hunt is always on. A lion never screams when it is wounded. It cries. Silently, it cries. It cries for what it could have done to avoid this. It cries for it's life. And at the last moment, it whimpers and falls, like every other animal in the world, it falls. And it's last thoughts will still linger for a while before it's "life" leaves it's body. And the pain slowly numbs. Someday, the pain will disappear and I will have let go of everything. Someday, I will say what I could not have said with the courage I have thrown aside. Someday, I will not be alone and I will be somewhere else with people who care. Someday, I will show them all. But for now, the door has creaked a bit open, letting a sliver of truth dominate. This is the one time I will ever open this door and revisit my past. There is nothing lonlier than lies. Understand.
The skies were so blue that day.
That is how I poet. Have I lost my sentimentality? Not really. that is not more of a poem than just writing. How nostalgic. I dont like nostalgic so this has been killed. What you have just read is confidentail. If it is ever restated, I will come after you and I will break down. Of all the things that are left unsaid, dont speak. I need more blog topics. My posts are getting longer.
And I hide in my room,
my alias is me.
Who am I?
I am the light reflected off your eyes
The rain on the windshield
The once forgotten, and always.
The eternal ranting in your ear
The moments that you hold dear
The memories that they have smeared
The always falling tears
Always thrown back to the rear
The personality that they have seared
Through the many years
The reality that is always near
The hope that is never sincere
Though I always persevere
I am never here, am I?
The present has appeared
and it is ephermal.
Ephermally yours,
Juliet VanSchulear
Hey. Its alan's b-day.
Its my idot brother's b-day and i dont know what to get him.
STUPID MATT AND LIZA. I swear they are out to get me.
OMG. You guys have to go here:
bringvictory.com
^_____^
Eternally yours,
Juliet
STUPID MATT AND LIZA. I swear they are out to get me.
OMG. You guys have to go here:
bringvictory.com
^_____^
Eternally yours,
Juliet
Ah fluck.
I havent posted in days because of my adequate depression to my life. My life, again, sucks. It sucks ten times as much as yours. I hate it. I really do.
Whatevers. It rained yesterday, and teh day before that. Its depressing.
I BAKED COOKIES. That is not normal. I dont BAKE. I offered him cookies and he turned them down.
BTW: Im still in third period. I would type up all the epic fails but for now, I will rant and poet. Rant and poet about my stupid life in which everyone leaves me. EVERYONE. No matter what, I am the only one who is ever left alone. I might not have an attractive personality, but I am a person. I am HUMAN and I am not disposable. I dont like being left alone all the time. Having people STARE at me like I'm crazy. Life right now, thinks im crazy. Im crying. I really do hate my life. This is how it always end up. I like to hang around people, sorta.
Jooji says hi.
But I need a cookie. I baked some yesterday and I wanted to bring them, but I forgot at the last minute while my retard brother was being a total dick.
Bera and everyone is acting all emo. I MEAN LIZA. Liza and Trent as a happy as F*CK. And I gotten ditched for two nerds. Now I am crying angry tears inside if not outside. For fear of being lonesome for my life which I know which may certainly never happen, I wish, I hope. [We're making Fuckaroo read a lemon! ^_^ ~Liza...PS She seems to be enjoying it.]
That was liza.
FLUCK. Everyone is interrupted my ranting. Besides the point, OH CRAP. Mr. Cabezas, if ur reading this, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALLOOONNEE. Thank goodnesss. Oh crap I made this blog public.
TT_TT Imma die.
Matt is leaving with mike to zach and ashton's group. NOOO. Im stuck with rayne. CHET. I hate rayne. He is a pain in EVERYONE'S ARSE. Seriously.
I need to finish all my stupid homework. BLAAAHHHH.
NOOOOO. I have to run. Nao. This sucks.
Matt. is. a. retard. Get. out. MATT!
PLEaSE. JACOB IS BEING A RETARD TOOOO.
Whatevers. It rained yesterday, and teh day before that. Its depressing.
I BAKED COOKIES. That is not normal. I dont BAKE. I offered him cookies and he turned them down.
BTW: Im still in third period. I would type up all the epic fails but for now, I will rant and poet. Rant and poet about my stupid life in which everyone leaves me. EVERYONE. No matter what, I am the only one who is ever left alone. I might not have an attractive personality, but I am a person. I am HUMAN and I am not disposable. I dont like being left alone all the time. Having people STARE at me like I'm crazy. Life right now, thinks im crazy. Im crying. I really do hate my life. This is how it always end up. I like to hang around people, sorta.
Jooji says hi.
But I need a cookie. I baked some yesterday and I wanted to bring them, but I forgot at the last minute while my retard brother was being a total dick.
Bera and everyone is acting all emo. I MEAN LIZA. Liza and Trent as a happy as F*CK. And I gotten ditched for two nerds. Now I am crying angry tears inside if not outside. For fear of being lonesome for my life which I know which may certainly never happen, I wish, I hope. [We're making Fuckaroo read a lemon! ^_^ ~Liza...PS She seems to be enjoying it.]
That was liza.
FLUCK. Everyone is interrupted my ranting. Besides the point, OH CRAP. Mr. Cabezas, if ur reading this, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALLOOONNEE. Thank goodnesss. Oh crap I made this blog public.
TT_TT Imma die.
Matt is leaving with mike to zach and ashton's group. NOOO. Im stuck with rayne. CHET. I hate rayne. He is a pain in EVERYONE'S ARSE. Seriously.
I need to finish all my stupid homework. BLAAAHHHH.
NOOOOO. I have to run. Nao. This sucks.
Matt. is. a. retard. Get. out. MATT!
PLEaSE. JACOB IS BEING A RETARD TOOOO.
MR. CABEZAS, LEAVE MY BLOG ALLLOOONE~
*cries*
:P
*cries*
:P
-Juliet VanSchulear
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Oh, so you noticed the crappy layout
Oh, so you noticed the crappy layouts, good for you. I spent like 3 hours perfecting and tweaking this to make it look like crap. You have no idea how flucking long it took me to make this work. You complain, I will have ur head. Seriously, this took me a friggin LONG ASS time to finish and it doesnt even look good. Its untweakable. OMYGAWD. =_=" You have no idea how much worse this is, but I spent a hella lotta time on it so, fluck you.
On another subject. Today is tuesday. 7 DAYS UNTIL WE GET THE F*CK OUT OF SCHOOL! No finals. OMiGAWSH, Imma dieee. I dont like tests, especially tests with numbers on them.
So a summary of today?
1st per: Danced.
2nd per: Presentation
3rd per: CHIBIs!!
4th per: The notebooks were due TOMMORROW. So i died today, why?!
5th per: I forgot my hw...so...yea. I have a feeling im not going to be affected AT ALL.
6th per: Science and the Aufleau Chart. "You have to say it like an angry german! AUFLEAU!"
lolz. We also had a triangles petition. Imma scan it. brb.
... 1 hour later...
Aw damn. -fixes scanner-
Scanning.
...8 minutes later...
SCANNED!
THough you cant tell crap about it. Thats the petition. I guess you might have to zoom in. Comment if you want the whole thing. WE GOTS THE TEACHARS TO SIGN IT!
>.> Hasnt started hw? Yea. Ciao.
My bro said plucking,
I thought he said f*cking.
a sting. XD
ciao desu~
-PINEAPPLE.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Winter Ball
HIGHLIGHT OF THE EVENING:
RAYNE SKIPPING AND TRYING TO DANCE.
OH MY GAWSH.
THIS DESERVES A DIFFERENT COLOR OF FONT.
So today:
1st per- dodgeball
2nd per- TEST.
3rd per-forgot my hw
4th per- activity
5th per- vocab
6th per-RANDOM SCIENCE
HAHAHA. fast fwd>>>>
I went with rhen to her house and we dressed up all pretty. Coincedentially, my and rhen-chan wore nearly the same thing. It was awesometastic. I dressed in a pretty little green dress.
Again. Fast FWD>>>
Winter ball!
All the confetti and rage you could ever hope for. I met everyone there. EVERYONE WAS THERE! I was like DOOD. We all were dancing. And at some point, my confidence was so lacking that I started crying. Stupid Daniel and Connor and Justin and Trent teased me about this so I cried, for a long time, with my mascara running. I got tissues from Liyeri and then we went clubbing. CONGA LINES! Electric slides! There were yummy refreshments too. Mah, ne. I danced with gal pal yuli for a whie and then we were mesing up a lot. People thought it was weird to see me smile, which I almost never do. If I smile, it creeps people out. Though, someone still danced with me. I asked out 40 guys and I got 2. HA! It was so a NOT FAIL.
Though Rayne's dancing was a FAIL. No rayne, NO. We were playing with balloons as well so IT WAS FUN. I hit so many people in the head. I seemed high on something and I blamed it on the sugar. I slashed rayne with my ENOURMOUSLY SCRATCHY NAILS.
well. l8rs.
SPONTANOUS DANCING.
Courtesy Of:
Juliet Envy Lorelei Mysteria Celest Muse Miki Pineapple Elphalba Gloria Midnight Reau Joli Renee Lydia Gwendolen Stella Zephyr Plumeria Ruka Yuuki Victoria Olivia Odette Rose Florabell VanSchulear., Dutchess of Pineshire.
RAYNE SKIPPING AND TRYING TO DANCE.
OH MY GAWSH.
THIS DESERVES A DIFFERENT COLOR OF FONT.
So today:
1st per- dodgeball
2nd per- TEST.
3rd per-forgot my hw
4th per- activity
5th per- vocab
6th per-RANDOM SCIENCE
HAHAHA. fast fwd>>>>
I went with rhen to her house and we dressed up all pretty. Coincedentially, my and rhen-chan wore nearly the same thing. It was awesometastic. I dressed in a pretty little green dress.
Again. Fast FWD>>>
Winter ball!
All the confetti and rage you could ever hope for. I met everyone there. EVERYONE WAS THERE! I was like DOOD. We all were dancing. And at some point, my confidence was so lacking that I started crying. Stupid Daniel and Connor and Justin and Trent teased me about this so I cried, for a long time, with my mascara running. I got tissues from Liyeri and then we went clubbing. CONGA LINES! Electric slides! There were yummy refreshments too. Mah, ne. I danced with gal pal yuli for a whie and then we were mesing up a lot. People thought it was weird to see me smile, which I almost never do. If I smile, it creeps people out. Though, someone still danced with me. I asked out 40 guys and I got 2. HA! It was so a NOT FAIL.
Though Rayne's dancing was a FAIL. No rayne, NO. We were playing with balloons as well so IT WAS FUN. I hit so many people in the head. I seemed high on something and I blamed it on the sugar. I slashed rayne with my ENOURMOUSLY SCRATCHY NAILS.
AND I DANCED. WITH GUYS. HA.
AHAHAHAHAHA~
MY SOCIAPHOBIA IS GONE!
And it was awesomeness. I like dancing. We like danced around the whole gym. Though I didnt win, it was fun. Something I havent been able to say in a while. Ha~! (Btw: Leo doesnt suit leo so let leo be Jacob. Jacob is easier to remember. Hey, Im the one who's spamming all of this!)
I danced with Trent = FAIL. Trent=fail.
I danced with Jacob= semi-fail. He smiled at least and at least tried to look me in the eye ,sorta. Thats gotta be a sign that Im not too much of a dork. I shoulda asked kaizi. Maybe it wouldnt have cost me a fraction of my dignity. Oh well, whats done is done. No rose, no romance, just dance.
well. l8rs.
SPONTANOUS DANCING.
Courtesy Of:
Juliet Envy Lorelei Mysteria Celest Muse Miki Pineapple Elphalba Gloria Midnight Reau Joli Renee Lydia Gwendolen Stella Zephyr Plumeria Ruka Yuuki Victoria Olivia Odette Rose Florabell VanSchulear., Dutchess of Pineshire.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
You know ur screwed when
- you havent done any homework
-the winter formal is tommorow
-there is a SHITLOAD OF HW
-its 8 something and your friends are sleepy.
List of hw? SURE. WHY FRIGGIN NOT?
-geo pages
-cornell notes
-4 papers on health
-study for triangle proof test
-study for english test
-do english packet of roots
-do english textbook
-do reflections
-do science wkbk
then I shall die.
Meehsos had an awkward moment todays.
Yesterday, I ran/ jogged/ dragged my legs for a mile with the fast people. Fast people: Mike, Matt, Sean, Angela, etc. I was like the slowest. Most of them were guys, in the class with the military boot camp training. Um. Me and Angela were from dance, and girls. I was pulling my socks up every few thingy-m-bobbers. WHO THE HELL RUNS THAT FAST?! SHIET. I am totally not tall enough. My feet were sore today from that and from playing FOOTBALL! Hells yeah! Although most of us barely understood what happened, I intecepted a pass(barely), crashed into most of the guys (or nearly), and FAILED to catch a throw. Dood. SO FAIL. Epicly epic today. ^_^
We have a test 2morrow. O_O GAHHH!!!! Well, this sucks. Um. We did nothing in 3rd. Nothing in 4th. Nothing in fifth, but yesterday, melon MANGAFIED me. and it looks awesome. I shall scan, copy and color later. But, um today in sixth per was AWKWARD. I wanted to get faye really mad so I was gonna glomp James. But then she said that Matt was her second choice, so I was like, "Fay-e!" and I like "matt,go along with it." and I sorta semi-hugged him which was weird and REALLY FREAKIN AWKWARD. And then Faye wasnt even looking so im like "shiet" and hes like *shove* get off. XD soooo weeeiiiirrrddd. And the whole time, faye wasnt even looking. So I was like o.o dood. Awk-ward~ And then I went back to normal, my normal critisizive personality.
GRAGH. TOOMMMORROWW. WEENNTARRR BALLL.
Going over to Rhen's to prepare
My dress is green envy.
-Envy Midnight.
-the winter formal is tommorow
-there is a SHITLOAD OF HW
-its 8 something and your friends are sleepy.
List of hw? SURE. WHY FRIGGIN NOT?
-geo pages
-cornell notes
-4 papers on health
-study for triangle proof test
-study for english test
-do english packet of roots
-do english textbook
-do reflections
-do science wkbk
then I shall die.
Meehsos had an awkward moment todays.
Yesterday, I ran/ jogged/ dragged my legs for a mile with the fast people. Fast people: Mike, Matt, Sean, Angela, etc. I was like the slowest. Most of them were guys, in the class with the military boot camp training. Um. Me and Angela were from dance, and girls. I was pulling my socks up every few thingy-m-bobbers. WHO THE HELL RUNS THAT FAST?! SHIET. I am totally not tall enough. My feet were sore today from that and from playing FOOTBALL! Hells yeah! Although most of us barely understood what happened, I intecepted a pass(barely), crashed into most of the guys (or nearly), and FAILED to catch a throw. Dood. SO FAIL. Epicly epic today. ^_^
We have a test 2morrow. O_O GAHHH!!!! Well, this sucks. Um. We did nothing in 3rd. Nothing in 4th. Nothing in fifth, but yesterday, melon MANGAFIED me. and it looks awesome. I shall scan, copy and color later. But, um today in sixth per was AWKWARD. I wanted to get faye really mad so I was gonna glomp James. But then she said that Matt was her second choice, so I was like, "Fay-e!" and I like "matt,go along with it." and I sorta semi-hugged him which was weird and REALLY FREAKIN AWKWARD. And then Faye wasnt even looking so im like "shiet" and hes like *shove* get off. XD soooo weeeiiiirrrddd. And the whole time, faye wasnt even looking. So I was like o.o dood. Awk-ward~ And then I went back to normal, my normal critisizive personality.
GRAGH. TOOMMMORROWW. WEENNTARRR BALLL.
Going over to Rhen's to prepare
My dress is green envy.
-Envy Midnight.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
A huge HEADACHE.
Um. Yea. Bout that.
That liking me thing was a HUGE misunderstanding. Cause they were just joking around and the loser who wanted to make fun of Vicki, made fun of Vicki. I, want to kick their asses. NOW. As expected. I dont like rumors. I'm not staying here for long. Ciao.
That liking me thing was a HUGE misunderstanding. Cause they were just joking around and the loser who wanted to make fun of Vicki, made fun of Vicki. I, want to kick their asses. NOW. As expected. I dont like rumors. I'm not staying here for long. Ciao.
*hug* desu~
Hi. Its ur favorite pineapple here to talk to you at the MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR~ mwah~
I ish semi-hyper here in like 5th period and now hahahahaha. XD
No reason for typing that but teh MELON is here, sitting next to me. I will hand the computer over in a second.
OHMAYGULAY. Hi. We is here in 5th period and if the sub catches us I dunno what will happen to your favorites fruit friends. LOL There's the word "annus" in the english packet. Woops. I sneezed on the screen... -wipe...wipe-
Ew DESU. Thats naaasty melon. As you know, melon has a cold. and now pineapple has a cold too. YESH SHE DOES. You know what happened, ne? CAN PINEAPPLES AND MELONS EVEN CATCH COLDS? We're sooo uber-awwesome that we can catch fruity colds. FRUITY COLDS! Cause we're uber awesome and even our teeeacchars know it~ FRUIT POWER.
If you havent already, go to her blog which is located at:
www.melonomy.blogspot.com
there melon, free advertisting. Though only anilee and sammy read this blog. Maybe matt, because matt is a pain in the #@#$~
We had moa-fun without melon. MOA-FUN. XD
You cant beat that melon!!!!
Bwahahaha. Melo. Lolz. Mello => Melon
O.O
That is weird.
Today sorta sucked. It really, really did. My stalkee/ no longer stalkeee.... ermm.... I HAD A WEIRD WEDDING DWEAM. It had a giant rubber DUCKIE. A talking one too. And matt was there and so was ashton and melon WAS WEARING A PURPLE TAFFATA DRESS.
I was getting wed and I said shit. The next thing I know, were at school. Someone -hem- i really dont want to say their name cause it makes it SO awkward, I swear-hem- asked me out. It was weird cause I plucked a fake rose on my way to meet him. And he asked me and im like *blushblush* and then I snapped back and I was like WTF am I doing? He was like there and I was like OMG THIS IS _________. WHY IS HE IN MY DREAM?! DREAM INVADERS!
And we took a walk on the beach and went to eat weird healthy food, prepared by liiyeri (LOL I'm still surprised she can cook.) And we were being all lovey-dovey and crap and then my brain was like "Vicki, WTF ARE YOU DOING?!"
-this has been interrupted for a special report-
HOMG. Jacob likes me?! Fluck it. FLUCK. That is not his codename. HA. Figure him out. WTF. WTF. I have been made a victim. A VICTIM. SHEEET. No. No No noooo! Seriously, I liked him in like 6th grade, but... not nowwww. GAAH. Melon shaaaaddddup!!~~~~ -run away-
Butbutbut this is so cute XD You finally have your chance at someone Pine-chan! XDD Yeah, like Annae said "have fun." Kukukukukukukku.
Nya. This pineapple has the romantic IQ of .... a pineapple. Too much shoujo manga has ruined my brain and so has soaps. The anime and the how to be a perfect girl training in all aspects is a FAIL. My training has been A FAIL.
At least you've convinced all the teachers that you look like a manga character. xDDD
But.....
MY LIFE = CRAP
My training= CRAP
||
My appearance= v XXCRAPXX Your appearance is your manganess. XD
MY MANGANESS = FAIL.
Myaaaa. If I were a manga character, then my childhood friend would be here going "Vicki, you are panicking." Melon is better. She even commented my manganess ^.^ Yet, I still want a cute little pet.
-sniff- She said I'm .. better -blowtissue- >~~~<; I feel so loved. XD
And wah? I think you got off topic xD
I WANTA PET TOO. EVEN A FROGGY WOULD DO.
What are you implying melon? -pokepoke- froggy? YOU SUREEE????
The tree frogs from YouTube are hawt. XD
brb. Im going to bang my head on the wall.
You can't do that, silly, the teacher would look at joo funny. xD
fine. But. BUT. BUT.... idk. It ruins the pineapple skin. It bruises too. o.o
Where is liza when you need her randomisity?
In journalism.... =[
Speaking of buts.. my pants feel cold. What have I been sitting on?
An un-prewarmed seat. You, my friend, need a prewarmed seat! GET YOURS FOR ONLY 5.99! You heard me! A prewarmed seat for only $5.99!
... N-no thank you. I already get one right when I sit down for Brandezas's class. OH. And alba wants to make a CabYeri spot on Fanpop.com. XD
But no worries, I won't let her outcreep the OGS. xD
Mwah. Merry 2nd of december. Countdown til school ends:
COUNTDOWN:
21.....
luv y'all. and i know you wuv me too.
WHERE IS MELON? SHE SHOULD BE SAYING CRAP TOO!
xD I'm here I'm here goosh. I dun want scchool to end so soon. Actually liike school Dx
Where am I going to go during nutrition? OH RIGHT. WE DON'T HAVE UBER AWESOME NUTRITION AT HOME. ALL I GET TO EAT IS A PLAIN ROLL AND RAMEN. BUT I CAN'T EVEN EAT THE ROLL CAUSE OF MY STUPID SORE THROAT.
I'm also giong to miss the AYO/YIO/PMS Pillar!! Where am I supposed to go when I'm all down? I have to babysit my sttuuupid sisteres who gave me the damn sore throat cause I yell at 'em so much cause they're SOOOOO UBER ANNOYING. NOT EVEN THE EPIC WAY. AND MY BROTHER ISH A PUCKTARD. PUCKING PUCKTARD. NOT EVEN THE EPIC WAY FOR HIM, EITHER. -huff-
We gots to go. Melon out~ Byee~
PINEAPPLE WANTS UR FAAACCCEEE! (CHAINSAW MASSACRE!)
I ish semi-hyper here in like 5th period and now hahahahaha. XD
No reason for typing that but teh MELON is here, sitting next to me. I will hand the computer over in a second.
OHMAYGULAY. Hi. We is here in 5th period and if the sub catches us I dunno what will happen to your favorites fruit friends. LOL There's the word "annus" in the english packet. Woops. I sneezed on the screen... -wipe...wipe-
Ew DESU. Thats naaasty melon. As you know, melon has a cold. and now pineapple has a cold too. YESH SHE DOES. You know what happened, ne? CAN PINEAPPLES AND MELONS EVEN CATCH COLDS? We're sooo uber-awwesome that we can catch fruity colds. FRUITY COLDS! Cause we're uber awesome and even our teeeacchars know it~ FRUIT POWER.
If you havent already, go to her blog which is located at:
www.melonomy.blogspot.com
there melon, free advertisting. Though only anilee and sammy read this blog. Maybe matt, because matt is a pain in the #@#$~
We had moa-fun without melon. MOA-FUN. XD
You cant beat that melon!!!!
Bwahahaha. Melo. Lolz. Mello => Melon
O.O
That is weird.
Today sorta sucked. It really, really did. My stalkee/ no longer stalkeee.... ermm.... I HAD A WEIRD WEDDING DWEAM. It had a giant rubber DUCKIE. A talking one too. And matt was there and so was ashton and melon WAS WEARING A PURPLE TAFFATA DRESS.
I was getting wed and I said shit. The next thing I know, were at school. Someone -hem- i really dont want to say their name cause it makes it SO awkward, I swear-hem- asked me out. It was weird cause I plucked a fake rose on my way to meet him. And he asked me and im like *blushblush* and then I snapped back and I was like WTF am I doing? He was like there and I was like OMG THIS IS _________. WHY IS HE IN MY DREAM?! DREAM INVADERS!
And we took a walk on the beach and went to eat weird healthy food, prepared by liiyeri (LOL I'm still surprised she can cook.) And we were being all lovey-dovey and crap and then my brain was like "Vicki, WTF ARE YOU DOING?!"
-this has been interrupted for a special report-
HOMG. Jacob likes me?! Fluck it. FLUCK. That is not his codename. HA. Figure him out. WTF. WTF. I have been made a victim. A VICTIM. SHEEET. No. No No noooo! Seriously, I liked him in like 6th grade, but... not nowwww. GAAH. Melon shaaaaddddup!!~~~~ -run away-
Butbutbut this is so cute XD You finally have your chance at someone Pine-chan! XDD Yeah, like Annae said "have fun." Kukukukukukukku.
Nya. This pineapple has the romantic IQ of .... a pineapple. Too much shoujo manga has ruined my brain and so has soaps. The anime and the how to be a perfect girl training in all aspects is a FAIL. My training has been A FAIL.
At least you've convinced all the teachers that you look like a manga character. xDDD
But.....
MY LIFE = CRAP
My training= CRAP
||
My appearance= v XXCRAPXX Your appearance is your manganess. XD
MY MANGANESS = FAIL.
Myaaaa. If I were a manga character, then my childhood friend would be here going "Vicki, you are panicking." Melon is better. She even commented my manganess ^.^ Yet, I still want a cute little pet.
-sniff- She said I'm .. better -blowtissue- >~~~<; I feel so loved. XD
And wah? I think you got off topic xD
I WANTA PET TOO. EVEN A FROGGY WOULD DO.
What are you implying melon? -pokepoke- froggy? YOU SUREEE????
The tree frogs from YouTube are hawt. XD
brb. Im going to bang my head on the wall.
You can't do that, silly, the teacher would look at joo funny. xD
fine. But. BUT. BUT.... idk. It ruins the pineapple skin. It bruises too. o.o
Where is liza when you need her randomisity?
In journalism.... =[
Speaking of buts.. my pants feel cold. What have I been sitting on?
An un-prewarmed seat. You, my friend, need a prewarmed seat! GET YOURS FOR ONLY 5.99! You heard me! A prewarmed seat for only $5.99!
... N-no thank you. I already get one right when I sit down for Brandezas's class. OH. And alba wants to make a CabYeri spot on Fanpop.com. XD
But no worries, I won't let her outcreep the OGS. xD
Mwah. Merry 2nd of december. Countdown til school ends:
COUNTDOWN:
21.....
luv y'all. and i know you wuv me too.
WHERE IS MELON? SHE SHOULD BE SAYING CRAP TOO!
xD I'm here I'm here goosh. I dun want scchool to end so soon. Actually liike school Dx
Where am I going to go during nutrition? OH RIGHT. WE DON'T HAVE UBER AWESOME NUTRITION AT HOME. ALL I GET TO EAT IS A PLAIN ROLL AND RAMEN. BUT I CAN'T EVEN EAT THE ROLL CAUSE OF MY STUPID SORE THROAT.
I'm also giong to miss the AYO/YIO/PMS Pillar!! Where am I supposed to go when I'm all down? I have to babysit my sttuuupid sisteres who gave me the damn sore throat cause I yell at 'em so much cause they're SOOOOO UBER ANNOYING. NOT EVEN THE EPIC WAY. AND MY BROTHER ISH A PUCKTARD. PUCKING PUCKTARD. NOT EVEN THE EPIC WAY FOR HIM, EITHER. -huff-
We gots to go. Melon out~ Byee~
PINEAPPLE WANTS UR FAAACCCEEE! (CHAINSAW MASSACRE!)
Monday, December 1, 2008
Nearly Done.
Its amazing how good it feels to be less perfect and less bitchy.
I got a B.
Its not that bad, it just killed an award. Its middle school so I dont wanna look like a geek.
Its amazing how PMS-ish I was b4. That is so weird.
Btw:
I was talking to rayne yesterday on IM.
He thought PMS was chatspeak and im like
"YOU SICK, PERVERTED BASTARD".
and he's like what does it mean?
and im all like : post-menstrual symptoms
and I just told him about it and in the end, hes like O.O
and im like lol-ing.
ah.
Some dude at olive garden thought that I was 21. 21~! I mean wtf. They offered me wine to sample and I was like "I have to drive." xDD
That was awesome.
Anyways, I have my crapload of hw to finish, so ciao.
I got a B.
Its not that bad, it just killed an award. Its middle school so I dont wanna look like a geek.
Its amazing how PMS-ish I was b4. That is so weird.
Btw:
I was talking to rayne yesterday on IM.
He thought PMS was chatspeak and im like
"YOU SICK, PERVERTED BASTARD".
and he's like what does it mean?
and im all like : post-menstrual symptoms
and I just told him about it and in the end, hes like O.O
and im like lol-ing.
ah.
Some dude at olive garden thought that I was 21. 21~! I mean wtf. They offered me wine to sample and I was like "I have to drive." xDD
That was awesome.
Anyways, I have my crapload of hw to finish, so ciao.
This time, Im cutting it WAY TOO CLOSE.
I woke up at 5 and i realized that I didnt do shit over the weekend.
So here I am, at 5:50. Doing hw.
Seriously? Yes. WHY THE F**K ELSE WOULD I BE IN PANIC!?
So here I am, at 5:50. Doing hw.
Seriously? Yes. WHY THE F**K ELSE WOULD I BE IN PANIC!?
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