Its "Dump all your chores on Juliet and run" Day!

Fucking agh.

I am only human
yet I have a pineapply list of crap I must do including reviewing geometry.
Shit.

Me has to go clean my room nao
ciao desu

Melon Guest Stars!

Yeah, I'm on the phone with Melon =>

Juli: What do ya wanna say?
Melon: I dunno. Hi everyone, I'm on juliet's blog and I can spell HIPPOPOTOMONFTROFESQUIPPEDALIOPHOBIA.
Juli: WHAT THE SHNIT MELON? (she actually spelled it >.< 2 letters at a time)
Did you get into the spelling bee in 6th grade.
Melon: Yea, I mispelled macoroni. XD cause I havent seen those words spelled in a long time.

That sucked, I started crying too. I got sent to Ms. Negash's class and the next day everyone was sucking up to me. Im like these days are pretty good.

VLAH, IM TIRED. G'night.

-Juliet

Homework? There was HOMEWORK!?

Geh.
NO ONE TELLS ME THESE THINGS!
I HAVE 2 DAYS TO WATCH THE ENTIRE SERIES OF FRIENDS AND I HAVE HOMEWORK?!
Someone should warn me.

Seems like I'm going to marshall.

-sigh-

At least I have a chance at harvard.

See you in hell,
Juliet

F**k you. XD

Is my favorite song by Lily Allen.
^ ___ ^

Yah~
You just got... idk, pineappled?
It's like the second to last song on mah mix tape here.
XP
You dont have a mix tape~
Ne~

-Juliet

*punch air*

The playlist.
It worked.
OMFG.
YES~

Eck, but now my blog looks like a frickin myspace.
WHO THE HELL CARES!?
It works!
<(^.^)>


HAHAHAHA~
I am teh awesomest.
Just have to add a bunch of crud, then, it is MINE!

-Juliet

The Epic Battle

food...

...gym

pie...

...gym

cake...

...gym

The battle continues.

Blog Fever

Those plagerizing freaks.
People have been getting blogs recently and I for one, hate it.
This blog lists a lot of the stuff I hate.
Heck, I hate EVERYTHING.
Thats just me, but enough about me.
PLAGERIZERS.

Seriously, when did blogs become a trend.
And hello? NO ONE READS THEM.
XD
Seriously, its like the last thing you do.
READ A BLOG.
No one reads a blog.
I dont know why I keep posting on my blog.

...


...


Wait, I remember now.
It was supposed to be like a santuary.
Im taking the followers off of this thing.
Who cares if no one reads my blog?
I can be melodramatically sappy and no one would care.

People are creepy and hard to talk to when theyre all like:
"It's okay" or something deep.
I prefer being shallow.
Being shallow lets you enjoy life in a tourist manner.
Snap a few pictures, buy crappy souveneirs and leave.

Shallow, not in the cheerleader sense.
Just shallow in the pineapply sense.
You know what I'm talking about.
Well, actually, you shouldnt.
GREAT. im such a fricking idiot.
I forgot how to bold and italic crap.
When it all boils down,
im still such a blogging noob.

eck.
<3
I've got to go to sleep earlier, or I'll remain this short forever.

-Juliet

has just enough dignity to make it through the day.

Of the other 7 billion people out there

Which one is my other half?
Am I supposed to comb the entire world for them?

Do I just settle for second best?
Is it impulsive?
How do I know?
Why?

No.

Somewhere, out there, is my other half; the perfect guy.
The perfectly flawed guy that completes me.
The perfectly flawed, stubborn, idiotic, witty bastard that is my perfect match.
And he is out there, somewhere in this world of 7 billion people.

In canada?
In the states?
In central america?
In south america?
Iceland?
Greenland?
Japan?
China?
Europe?
Africa?

Is my sould mate a he or a she?
I'm not one to judge.
Who is my perfect soulmate,
existing for me, my existance?

What does he do for a living?
Is he sweet and kind?
Is he stubborn and idiotic?
Is he more of a dork than me?

To my potential soulmate:
Where the hell are you?
I'm still waiting.

-Juliet.

Looking for her Romeo.

Bernstein, Here I Come.

-sigh-
I'm not going to Marshall.
People take this so lightly.
I WILL NEVER SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN.
Kaizi, please STFU. I'm currently pissed off
and I dont need people adding fuel to the flames.
I will slice your head off if you start talking to me
before I get better.
I will block you.
I will pledge an eternal grudge against you.
I will stalk you.
You have no idea how pissed off I am right now.
I am the perturbed right now.
Actually, I always am.
This is the first time in a long time I have snapped.

-snap-

Marshall was going to be fun, but bernstein, here I come.
Why?
Because, my parents.
I had a feeling this was going to happen.
My life was going to slowly fall into the drain.
AP classes= gone.
Years of work= gone.
Leadership= gone.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT I GET!?
FUCKING ASSHOLE RESPONSES TO MY EMAILS.
"I'm not sure what your talking about. Can you come to the meeting?"
Well MATT, at least you have your fancy smancy nice private school
near marlbrough to go to. HAVE FUN FLIRTING WITH MY BEST FRIEND
FROM ELEMENTARY. NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

Who says that?
WHO IS AS EMOTIONLESS AS TO SAY THAT!?

Lemme repost the whole email conversation:

okay, not sure what your talking about. can you make it?

On Tuesday, February 24, 2009, at 02:42PM, Juliet wrote:>>MY LIFE GOES DOWN THE DRAIN IN 2 SECONDS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY EMAIL.>THANK YOU GRIFFIN COHEN, AT LEAST YOU HAVE A FUTURE TO LOOK FORWARD TO.>SO MUCH EXTRA CIRRICULAR CRUD FOR NOTHING. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HORRIBLE MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE. AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY EMAIL. GOOD THING YOU HAVE A HIGH SCHOOL TO GO TO.>> >>


Matt, dont mess with my head or I will screw with yours.
-slap-

Mike gets the automatic selection.
And so does melon.
And Dani, but shes moving.
YOU LUCKY BASTARDS.

I wish I could switch places with someone.
I could have avoided all of this.
I could have gone to nightingale.

Marshall is out.
Lucky me.
I cant do shit now.
I can cross dress and get in as a guy.
I could try and move across the US.
Ehn.
Or I could try the easiest option:
Go to marshall and request and audience with the principal,
Explain about the application and bitch about how it was LOST.
I'm not going to quietly accept my fate.

Seriously pissed off.

IM SERIOUSLY FRICKIN PISSED OFF ABOUT THE STUPID DAMN PLAYLIST.
-pouts-
IT WORKED THE FIRST TIME.
-kicks stupid playlist-
WHY DOES THIS SHIT NEVER WORK!?
-throws a fit-
DAMMNNNNIIIITTTT!
-sulks in corner of woe-

We apologize for this intteruption;
Juliet is not fit to blog right now.
She is in an unstable state.
We guarantee you will get your beloved author back
in tip-top condition.



For now, leave her alone...








She may throw something at you.

This message has been brought to you by the united publishers society or UPS. XD

You may have noticed its raining men.

Well, not men, but music notes.
Blogger is finally getting off my back about the stupid fricking formatting.
I've been up this whole time, trying to fix my playlist.
Damn playlist.
-stabstab-
Oh well.


For now, its raining notes.

-Juliet

And teenagerism sets in. (A hate rant to follow melon's...not directed at her though.)

The angst, the pride, the glory.
Way to go hormones~
You've just created a horde of lunatics.

Teenagerism is setting in.
At the peak of pubescent adolescence, you may notice changes in your mood or behavior.
Been there, done that; still going through that.
Teenagerism.

Stupid people whoring out themselves for money
because they've finally realized that they have no potential in life:
Adult Mid-Life Crisis.

Trashing the car and going to awesome raves
run by people you couldnt give a shit about:
Teenagerism.

Wanting to get an extra piercing to display
gawd knows where:
Mid-life Crisis.

Being obsessively obsessive over your diet
and then letting it die:
Thats me.

Teenagerism feels so old.
I feel like 1/8 life crisis.

Too many things to do.
Not enough people to talk to.
Paranoia that I'll never get to live past high school... 12.21.12
Anxiety about looks ("Your fly is down" WORST NIGHTMARE)
Everything feels like it's soooo sooooo SOOOOOO signifigant.
Hair is messed up
Nauseous
Head-splitting
Hungry
Zit-sprouting
Energy draining
Life- failing
A+-/ F+-
Moody
"OMFG I HATE MY LIFE"
they hate me
theyre bitches
I'm such a bitch
I feel horrible
Life sucks
Homework is tying me down
My nails are eroding
My personality is weak
Style of clothing went out 10 years ago
Parents are too controling
Poetry is fun
Not connecting with people is fun
Hiding in my corner is okay
Mental breakdown mode
Novels, books, fantasy-land
Horny little idiots
Boys
Retards called boys
Guys called men
Bastards labeled guys/boys/ men
Hangout group is ridiculing me
Dragging my ego down
My best friend is a tinman (needs a heart)
My other best friend is a scarecrow (needs a brain)
My other other best friend is a cowardly lion (needs guts)
My other other other best friend is Toto (is a dog)
My other other other oether best friend is Dorothy (needs a life)
My friends are trying to remove that knife in my back
Life is a drag
Suicide is easy
Suicide wont be memorable
Murder is murder when you want to cover your tracks
Cutting is soooo emo
Cutting is soooo pointless
Manners are so rude
PE is a ridicule to the awesome people
Dance is awesome
ipods
iphones
ihateyousuperficials
iaskyou
mr. and mrs. stick up your ass
to stop being so unrefined.
No offense
But you stupid little prats,
are sucking away all the fun out of life.

And there in a nutshell is teenagerism:

Hate
Love
Confidence
Envy
Lies
Loss
Blood
Tears
Anguish
Anxiety
Fools
Truth
Dirt
Smarts
Drive
Life.

And that boys and girls,

Is your life.

When you're as out of it as I am,

it seems normal.

-Juliet

Agh, all of my books are overdue.

Thanks a whole lot Mike.
Thank to you, I have to pay 2.40 in overdue fines.

Someone should have reminded me.
*sigh*

whatevs.
I'll get to it later.

-Juliet

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle.

Life is a mystery <3

Meeting tommorow.
Rayne is back.
Light hearted for some reason.
Nah.

Luff you guys.

-Juliet

Sabrina and W.I.T.C.H

I know.

I'm sorta immature.

Okay, I'm veeeery immature.

And forgetful.

Gah.

Okay, today is Eliza's b-day (and shes vacationing in austrailia (that lucky bish)) so I wish her a less horrible birthday than mine's. Fruit pi~

Okay, today was also a horrible day.
As I have promised to meet up w/ Matt and Mike,
a promise I cannot live out for 2 reasons.

1. I cant get up at 11 and leave for his house at 12.
2. ITS SUPER AWKWARD.
3. They are at track practice. If I come a second early, I get to spend awkward moments outside his house like a stalker, or inside his house.... more awkward. Plus, I sort of laughed at myself when I said "I'll come watch you guys" because obviously, that would be awkward.

MY LIFE IS A WHIRLWIND OF AWKWARD.
Not to mention the fact that I left my hair-decor thingy at Mike's.
When he finds it, its gonna be awkward.
*sigh*

Miles, Rayne, and Rhen's little sis came back from their trip across europe.
One of them hopefully bearing oxygen.
A brown bag would do just fine.
BECAUSE MY LIFE IS SUCH IRONICISM.

My bad, my bad.

Okay so:
1. Matt and Mike are awkward.
2. They make really awkward jokes.
3. When left alone with either of them, I choke.
4. I promised to meet with them tommorow.
5. Rayne is back.
6. Chaos reigns. (lame pun) [haha -cue laughter-]
7. They left me out of the fun.
8. Matt brought back horrid memories
9. I forced a smile off of those horrid memories
10. You have no idea how much I hated them.
11. I messed up, really badly.
12. I think Miles is cute, in the sorta adorable way.
13. When I try to think of names, they never come to me. When I associate tv characters with real life people, it flows naturally.
14. There are too many names starting with M.
15. My brain hurts, but I'm still going to novel.
16. I've gained so much weight.
17. I dont think I can lose it all.
18. I have a butt.
19. I never knew i had a butt.
20. Get the lipo. Excersise is TORCHER.

I've watched all of W.I.T.C.H and Huntik and some of Sabrina.
Honestly,
I love jetix and cbs.

I love matt, miles, josh, caleb, lok, dante, and HARVEY <3
See, my life revolves around my computer.
Nothing good comes out of public broadcasting.
Cable does not exist here.
All I have is my awesome PC.
PC's rock~
PSHAW.
Imma go back to tekteking myself in DECEMBER.
MWAH~

Btw, I dont love

Matt or Miles.

This is why I cant name real life people after TV characters.

My brain just gets confuzzled.

-Jurietto

Dementia.

You probably think I'm lying about the timestamp on these entries, but I'm not.

Truthfully, I dont like staying up this late, wating my energy on meaningless things, but I do it anyways; proof that I'm still one step ahead of the crowd. It assures me that I am a contridiction to nature and anything that advises me. Maybe it's taken my youth away, and some of my stature, but I was never too well built in the first place.

Pneumonia is going to settle in sometime soon and I will be the youngest person ever to die of old age which btw, has not been used as an actual cause of death since, 198- something.

A contradiction that you get to be weak in life and still survive.
The damsel in distress never wins.
What if disney was more realistic?
The guy would never get the girl.
Everything would be a constant ironic tragedy.
Wouldnt it be nice if everyone were a bit more realistic.
Even a tad?

I am an old, tired girl.
Tired of dreaming of rescue
Tired of being told that I could do anything
Tired of losing constantly in repitition.
Hey, maybe I'll give up.

Because in reality:
No one loves the damsel in distress.
No one loves the drama queen.
No one loves the cute child.
It's all just an act.

Life is a game.
It's a game of chance and risk.
It's a game of all or nothing.
It's a game where everyone else is cheating.
And you dont get lucky.

Nothing happens when you wish.
I'm sick of their dreams.
I'm sick of their magic and friendships.
I'm sick of their lives.
I'm sick and tired of being beat down.

Maybe, I'll run somewhere and cry.
Not now, but later.
Somewhere there is a spot with my name on it.
A place reserved for the broken heart
of this wallflower;
pushed down into the ground
only seconds after it bloomed
by the sadistic power
of teenage idiocy.

This is what they call adolesence?
I've been experiencing this all my life.

What am I supposed to do?
Where am I supposed to run,
when the world so openly rejects me?
Who is there?

No one and nothing.
But this should be normal.
It's only been my entire life
that i've tried to dream
and make friends
and magic my way out of here.

It's only been my whole life
I've acted for an empty audience.

It's never really occured to me...
There's nothing where my heart used to be.
Just a small wormhole,
draining my life.

Everything is normal.
The guys are still crude.
My friends still are awkward.
Love is never mutual.
Parents dont understand.
Everything is normal,

just like the rain outside the window.

The non existant life i live,
fufills my heart
temorarily.
But I'm still trying so very hard, not to cry.

The rain had never sounded more sorrowful.
A pink blur was created as I clacked my heels,
wishing I had fairy wings,
and that disney wasnt just a demented man
with a pencil and sketchpad at hand.

-Juliet

Piano tears:

If I could cry tears in music:
It would look like this:





Yiruma- River Flows in You

Not any of that twilight shit.
no offense fans,
offense to the stupid ass fangirls
who ruin it for us all.
The jonas brothers too.
XP

DIE FRICKIN FANGIRLS.
<3
-Juliet

My back is bleeding.

I know I shouldnt be saying this at 4 am but my back is bleeding.
Not that anyone stabbed me, although it sure feels like it.
In the literal sense of course.
No one has the guts to backstab me and then tell me about it.
What are you?
Crazy?

My back is bleeding through my tan turtleneck and its seriously annoying me.
I can frickin taste the blood.
Being up the whole night may have made me a bit hypertensive (not that way sickos)
so I may be just hallucinating.

My back really hurts though
and I've been drinking sooo much tea.
I gotta pee.

...

SERIOUSLY.

IVE GOT TO PEE NOW.

Ciao guys.

-Juliet

Sorta meaninglessness.

>.>
People like to have me around.
Sometimes.
I'm the back-up person.
The one everyone says hi to when there's no one else.

I'm sort of tired of the whole cycle.

It's an extremely vicious cycle that never ends with you people.

It's what pushes me into the back of the crowd.

I hate it.

<.<

Please dont come to me as ur last resort.

I detest you last resort usuage people.

Happy Valentines BITCHES.

-Juliet

Valentines.

Also know as singles awareness day.

Most of us are stuck at home without a date while the happy couples are out snogging each other.
Nast.
Until I actually find love of any sort in my heart, I will call Valentines nast.
Until I can stand being next to a couple without the urge to punch them, I will call Valentines ugly.
And until I can stop being alone on any given holiday, I will rebel against valentines.

After today, I will buy all the leftover chocolate and make fondue with bananas ;D
It's my anti-men thing. >.<
I hate valentines because right now, as you read this, people all over the world are screwing each other. The image is gross and EW.

So how am I riding out this Saturday the 14th?
Im my room, alone, watching friends while sipping coffee.
I woke up just a meager 51 minutes ago at 2:07.
I plan on throwing away my wallpaper and painting my room black with white streaks.
My friends are all at the mall.
I ditched my friends cause I woke up at 2.
I woke up to pee at 6 am.
I have not eaten breakfast or lunch.
I am consuming McDonalds because I am hateful and depressed.
My body is lurching for fries, but I have none.
My novel has not moved progress.

I had a dream about my perfect imaginary guy.
He was non existant when I woke up.
All guys in the world are OLD.
The cuter men are taken.
Men are wusses.
Men stay away from me.
Therefore I repel men, which means I will never find a guy.
Henceforth: Disney is an asshole; dreams never come true.


Men ignore me.
I get selfconscious.
I assume I am not pretty.
They think Im insanely self obsessed=
I cannot get a guy.

I have never hugged a guy
They assume I have guy-phobia
I pretend to have guy phobia
They stay away=
NO GUY.

I am a domestic goddess.
Men are afraid of being tied down.
I will tie them down with ropes if I have to.
They are afraid=
Me, guy-less

I am skilled in ass kicking.
I can shoot a gun.
Men are afraid of eing overpowered.
I threaten, they run or look at me strangely=
WTF IS WRONG WITH ME.

Inavertently, I want to be loved.
The right guy never comes along.
If the right guy did come along,
he has a girlfriend/spouse.
I'm not "that slut"=
Alone forever.

I am short.
In stereotype:
GUYS LIKE TALL GIRLS
WITH BOOBS.
Me= A-cup + 5"1
Me= invisible.

Lecture time!
Why do men like boobs?
Because, they are looking for a mate with a good chance of producing healthy offspring.
Boobs= better chance of healthy offspring by better feeding.
By nature, men are programmed to screw a chick and produce children.
Women, knowing this, are screwed.
STDs are just nature limiting your pleasure.
-END OF LECTURE-

So guys are after one thing,
Whether they like it or not.
This author is pretty pessimistic.
I'm guessing that I'll remain single for a few more years,
and get a boyfriend sometime before high school ENDS.
And on 12. 21. 12, I'll perish with the rest of the world.

Sayonara FREAKS.
I hate Valentines day.
It makes me more depressed than the usual.
-sigh-
back to friends.

-Juliet

Pre-valentines.

Last year, I would have been bubbly and cute and filled with joy.
Now I:
-hate love to the fullest extent
-cant bring myself to bubbly no matter how hard I try
-cant remember what it feels like to like a guy
-have gained weight
-must lose weight
-want someone to flirt with
-feel like shit.

My memories are reset.
I cant remember what it feels like to like someone or love someone or whatever the fudge it is. The psychological response system of this body has shut itself off. My love is down the drain. I cant remember shit about him or who he was or why I liked him. All that I know is that he was supposed to be very flawed.

Now I'm pacing back and forth trying to remember who he was or why I liked him or if I even told him I liked him.

My earlier blog entries dont give me a clue.

How is it that I can remember all of these plotlines, but not my OWN LIFE?

My imaginary prince seems far away in the kingdom of perfect.
Los Angeles dulls the spirit of the single person who hates every moment of their lives.
People are making out at every corner and people have sex behind buildings. I've seen it happen.

On Valentines Day, I request a call to arms.
Galleria. 14th. Be there.
<3
This author will.

And now another poem or ode or whatever the fuck it is that I write:

Bittersweet

Like neverending showers of salt in a downpour of vanilla.
Like chocolate, freshly unwrapped and swallowed.
Love is ephemeral and bittersweet.

A bubbly feeling.
Being drunk on it leads to insanity
and infatuation.
All that is remembered is lost.

Our hands touch for a fleeting moment
And electricity sizzles through the air.
Our eyes meet and melt into each other
A hurricane.
Our voices sing out like a song
that beats to the sound of our hearts

But thou is only existant in my mind
Life is never perfect that way
you cannot just waltz into love
for it is a race of the fittest and fair.

One moment in time,
I had realized.

I know nothing of this thing called love.
I knew nothing of what it was.
Grasping the feeling was impossible.
I have never loved.

That way I have never lost
and I have never felt defeat

TV shows and manga
and anime and soaps
Magazines and novels
and analyzing books.

All that I know
All that I have
Comes from a fabric of lies and doubt

Lying to myself that I know
So I will never have torture over it
Doubting the fact that it is real.

My heart beats still.
Stopping.
Because I dont know what love is.
I never have.

Surrounded by people wiser than I
Who have dealt with the pain of rejection
I delude that I have not.

Surrounded by people with admirers
or admiration
Makes one extremely depressed.

Aimlessly wandering a souless life
Waiting for the other half
The other half invisible
A needle in a haystack I darent venture

The whole world spinning
I fell.
Love went ahead and skipped me.

Never the right place, right time.

Looking into the mirror
I doubt my existance
Pushed out of the way.

Love is a luxury for those who recieve it.
A luxury, I am capable of living without

Holding out for something...

Something better, deserted in the dust.

-Juliet

Hanna, you got your IM hacked.

Btw Hanna, you got ur IM hacked by ur cousin at approximately 10:45.

Feeling extremely emotionless.
Perfect time to create a novel.
My craftsmanship is delicately
paving my way to the future.

And now,
A poem
Because I feel like it and no one reads my blog.


Lights fade out of view
And I see his heartless expression
That smile he showed me
Is nothing in comparison.
Hiding, like the whole world
is coming to hunt me down.

Our pathes will cross indefinately one day
and we will meet again but for now
Our lives linger hopelessly on.
An enigma of unforgiving feelings
like hands dug into your heart.

Listening to the sounds of your voice
fastened into my standstill point, wavering
My hands are freezing cold
and yet I'm still thinking about you.

Futilely, dragging myself into this melody
Stuck on repeat and my feet shuffling forward
And I fall into your imaginary arms

You dont exist and you never have
I've erased your meaning from this miserable mind

The air stings to remind me...


It's still February.


----

The trees tell me that I cant remember
What love feels like in the first place.
The rain falls parallel to my heartbreak
Which never happened too
The wind flatters me with its gentle breeze
And I feel its hand upon my shoulder
The grass tells me I'm alive
But I dont wish to be
and I cried

The lovebirds sing ballards of adoration
Only I see it unwell.

If my heart ever gives out.
Please finish my eternal december.

PANICK-ING.

Ive just realized how far behind our RBG group is.
No display board and no solid schematic.
Then again, I could actually sketch the schematic.
I just desire not to.

Watching Scrubs <3
Cause JD is an idiot at heart.

Im going to work on december, do the laundry, mop the floors after I sweep them, and possibly garden and yoga then go out for jamba juice.

Gao.
Send me your opinions pple. Or im seriously going to run out of topics.

Bitter. Sweet.

It's going to be a bittersweet Valentines seeing as I have no boyfriend, crush, or love.
My love has been crushed by reality and depression. Valentines last year meant, NO CONFESSION because last year I acted like the bratty little prep I was. Last year meant no confession because I would be ridiculed for the rest of my life. Last year was the year I started to hate Valentines Day and jet lag.

But that doesnt mean I still cant make chocolates. ;D

I love chocolate and if it werent for the calories, I would eat it every day.
Never any of that milk chocolate and white chocolate artificial crap.

This year, I plan on making some chocolates for my RBG group. <3
I remember how to make them.

This time, I'll add another ingredient, POISON.
Nah. Too much trouble.
Ill stick to the good old recipe.

I may not be a confectioneer, but I'd like to.
Before that, I have to do sit-ups.
My tummy is flab.
My novel is crap.
And love backstabs.

A rhyme.

I think I'll put a splash of alcohol in the chocolate.
;D
Because I'm that evil. <3

Good luck with your Valentines.

I'm still single~
And I'd like to remain that way.
Because...


Love is a state of mind which drives animals to mating. No matter how romantic you think you are, all you are doing is following the inevitable cycle of reproduction set out by mother nature.
You all are horny little pawns in the game of life. Arent I right?

I reject Love.
Because,
I'd rather take ignorance.

Love is boring and cliche.
And my dears,
No one likes stretch marks.

-Juliet

Rain

The smell of the rain
brings back my memories
shut away in the darkness
far away from the reach
of insanity

The sound of the rain
loses me in its entity
and drowns away the world
leaving me to dwell
in sulleness

The song of the run-off
fills the heart
with empty dreams
and souless hearts
darent turn away

The whispers of the leaves
asks us to trust
their solemn words
though we cannot
and will never again

The feel of the water
washes away these tears
smoothes out the wrinkles
in my fabric
of karma

And there was that one pause
where the whole world was complete
My mind was at ease
Their smiles faded out
and our lives were the same

And the rain continued.

________


Cold it was.
The story to be told the truth.
A tale of eternal resonance
and the brilliance that lay within

Reflected, our darkest secrets
and the wrongs undone
onto those harmless selves
unto which we have no pity

Damp it was.
Our setting to be true.
In mind's eye it was desparate
and in reality it was false

Reached out to our fellow companions
who shrugged away our pains
Our mistakes impervious
to those who do not listen

Quiet it was.
A world soundlessly awaiting.
The key to opening the door
resting in their still palms

The password danced on their tongues
A world of another being
was lain to waste
Through simple tricks of words

Simple it was.
The dead corpse told them.
One that should have been buried
had risen from the dead

It told her that she would have to
one day she had to face it
But her eloquence did not allow
her guard to be broken

Sorrowful it is.
Forever running after unrequited things
Unsolved mysteries enclosed
Within her frail tears

The rain running down her face
She stopped.
And everything caught up with her in a second.
In that second, she screamed.

Fallen, the angel.
Fallen, the sinner.
Never to arise,
hidden forever in her shame
and hidden forever in her ignorance.

Captured by her memories
and the pitter-patter
of the neverending rain
Existing only
in her prison of a heart.

______


I felt poetic today
so

DEAL WITH IT.

-Juliet

Btw. I was brain dead while i was writing this.

So my writing kinda sucks.

XD

<3

Parental Pains.

Not that way you sickos!
>_<

My parents were trying to make me feel important today, reminding me how much they loved me and cared about me.

I was overwhlemed.
This is why I dont like birthdays.
Birthdays are a celebration.
I hate parties.
Parties isolate me.
Hence the name : Wallflower


The rain felt nice on my skin for about 3 seconds before my mother pulled me into the protective casing of the umbrella. After trying to convince her I was not going to catch a cold, I gave up.

This writer wants to play in the rain and take awesome crying pictures
For the book of course.
I mean, how long is it going to be when it rains in Los Angeles again?

Los Angeles is a nice city with a not so nice crowd of people.
I dont hate the city as much as I dislike it.
I just like the rainy days, when the whole world smells like it does when i come out of the shower.
The air smells clean and the water is drinkable
and no one can tell me that its mandatory to take a shower.


Yes I know its correct hygiene, but I dont want to.
Ill change my underwear and do as I please.

You all conform to society too much.

My head is hurting right now so im going to take some tylenol.
Ive already taken a bunch of advil.
I might overdose.
Ugh.
On second thought, Ill just have some tea.

-Juliet

KAU~

THIS IS WHY YOU NEVER READ MANGA.
=_=
Your brain dies no matter how little you read.
WHY IS EVERYONE IN THE WORLD A PERV?!

-Juliet

February.

Hi people, I'm back and its February 3rd... I think.

When you're on vacation you lose track of what's really real and what your brain makes up to pass the time.

What am I doing?

I am

1. looking through the blog of all my fellow squishis.

2. looking through my old entries

3. feeling inferior.

4. panicking since Matt sent me an email asking for the hot glue

5. remembering I have to go shopping

6. wanting to chop off all of Matt, Rayne, and Eliza's HEADS OFF.

7. burning pictures of last year

8. feeling superficial

9. looking for something to talk about

AH MAH GAWSHHH.

There's nothing to talk about.

The whole world is monotone.....

Anyways.

Have you guys ever watched Doctor Who?

If you know me in real life, I AM OBSESSED.

IT CHANGES YOUR LIFE FOREVER.

People often ask me

"Juliet, why do you like that weird british dood with the awesome hair?"

Well, they dont say that, but I know they think it.

Here's the answer:

RIGHT THERE.

THAT IS THE ANSWER.

It's because David Tennant is brilliantly fantastic.

XD

Who cannot love this idiot.

>_<

I know you all think I'm just a horrible fangirl...

Well I am.

But David Tennant comes before Robert Pattinson

*cacklesnort*

...

Well, if you dont know what this series is about, all me to fangirl.

Doctor Who is a timelord. Timelords > Vampires. Why? Cause timelords can outlive the end of the world. Timelords= immortal. They have to stare into the entity of time and travel through it, The doctor (thats what he's called cause he has no name or no name that we know of) is the last timelord. Gallifrey (his home planet cause the doctor is an extremely pretty alien) was destroyed and he had no where to go. So he highjacked a time-and-space machine and he goes around, saving the universe from the clutches of evil.

He has a female companion with him usually as he fights off teh bad guys. Rhetorical and idiotic, he saves the world. He can regenerate himself 12 times and after that, he really dies. This version of the doctor (the 10th) turned out rude and not ginger.

;DD

Watch teh series and you will understand.

DAVID TENNANT *squeal*

Gawsh I love fangirling.

Got to get it out of my system...

-phew-

Back to moafanning and etc.

>_<

STUPID WIKIHOW DELETED OUR EPIC SQUISHI ARTICLE.

Egh.

Imma keeel demm.

More to come, later today.

Why?

Because I have no life until March 3rd.

Melon~

We must keel wikihow.

Muahahaha.

-cough-

I have a sore throat, so I would appreciate if you threw any cough drops out the window...

-Juliet

I couldnt bring myself to delete pineapple

I just couldnt.
So pineapple is going to be imported.
IM SORRY PINEAPPLE!!!!
Melon too.

-Juliet

And We Begin.

Hello people.
My name is Juliet and I am a wallflower.

As some of you know, I had a blog before, but that's now detroyed.
Why?
Because that blog didnt feel like a blog.
It felt like an alter ego thing.

This is my blog.
I'll try not to dote on all of this.

So
...


...


My name is Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear.
This is my life.
Or at least a significant part of it.

What I write here is the truth, nothing made up.

Okay, enough with the formal stuff.


It's late here and I'm tired.
I'll fill you guys in on the details after I'm done editing this blog.
Blogger is being an arse.

-Juliet

Srry Pineapple. You are being abandonned.

As of now, this blog has been disbanded.
Why?
Because I dont like this blog.
IT MAKES PINEAPPLE FEEL SHALLOWNESS.
Although thats all that I am, my new years resolution kick in
along with my
OMFG MATT I WILL KICK UR ASS resolve and my
OMFG RAYNE I WILL MESS UP UR FACE resolve.
My ELLE YOU ARE GOING TO PAY resolve kind of died.
She's too sensitive to mess with.
It's kind of scary.
Elle is going on vaca in australia, lucky betch.
>_<

anyways, I re-read my blog and decided it too shallow.
So this is goodbye pineapple.
I'm moving to wallflower and some other name taht I will make up.
The names are goimg to stay the same
and I'll probably rip some entries off of this.
This is the final goodbye.
My blogity blog blog.

-sniff-
I'll miss you.

And to my dear readers of which I have none,
I hate you in some way.
Only telling the truth.
>3

This is the last post, so Imma scram and leave you to your snide remarks.
The whole thing kind of sucked anyways.

So long,
Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear
You can find me on facebook,
Juliet VanSchulear <3
Ciao betches.