first blog in a while

was actually a decent day. Woke up at seven to go over to Mina's. Stupid FBLA Rose Parade float! I've been averaging about five hours of sleep daily. So much for winter break. Anyway, at the Rose Parade thing, this security guard stopped us and demanded to know why we didn't have a pass, then eyed us suspiciously as if we were planning to burn the place down or something. Thank lord, Lucy finally came and rescued us from that rent-a-cop. If that wasn't enough the City of Hope float we were working on came with a short, fat hick that kept screaming orders at us. That asshole accused me of talking when I sneezed. We were assigned to "decorte" the float which, in short, meant that Stephany&I had to squat/go on our knees and pin evergreen branches while Carmina had to gather pile of plants and cut them up for us. And if that wasn't enough, the stupid hick kept shouting at us telling us to make it "fluffy" and "glossy" while another lady told us we had to pin them in this specific direction. How fun. "Ironically" as Stephany&Mina noticed, all the Caucasians got to go up and stick flower petals while the minority groups got stuck with all the manual labor. Coincidence? I think not. After all this was done, I went to Mina's house and we had lots of bipolar fun full of music, looking at pictures, and wet pants. All that myspacing depressed the hell out of me, I spilled Pepsi everywhere and my pants were sticky, wet, and gross, we looked at people, and then we listened to lots of music and discussed everything from Sound of Music to Andrew de Torres. So yes.

Deds:
1. We had so much fun today! How was I bipolar?! Sorry aboyt the Pepsi stains! Ahahaha!
2. You always say what I'm secretly thinking inside. I don't know whether I hate you or love you.
3. You guys depress me.
4. I don't know what to think about you.
5. I hate you people. No. Actually I don't hate. I just merely dislike you guys.
Hey Carmina, I think I may be in love with Guy Ripley nowx]

Well, it's a fact: I sure won't be getting an A in english. I lost my courage notebook and I can't find my freaking ISN and tommorow is the big ISN check. I'll be lucky to have a B. I hate school but I wish it wasn't holiday break yet. Weird, no?

i have

never been more uninspired. And I don't even have a prosaic mind to make it up for it.

Halloween music in December. With some MK on the side

There are times when I just cannot stand my so-called sister. Like right now for instance. I know siblings fight and all but sometimes I can't help but to think that we have the most pointless arguments. Actually, the arguments aren't like normal ones; they don't start because of our different opinions, except for that one bloody one a long time ago. No. We annoy each other, tisk at each other, toss back some insults, bang things (not me of course), and then I get threatened and we yank at each others hair and then ow ow ow. Joy. Tommorow is freaking Interact at some school and I need to wake up at 6:00am. I never get to sleep in anymore. Only brightside: mint hot cocoa at Mina's in the morning. :] Anyway, I'm listening to This is Halloween nonstop and I have to admit: Marilyn Manson does a good job with it. Much better than the other bands. Another thing, I was listening to Micheal Jackson's Beat It and oi! Fall out Boy made a cover. I don't know how I feel about it.
Daily Deds:
1. Jesus Christ woman. Sheesh.
2. I don't know whether to feel sorry for you or to smack you silly.
3. Yes.
4. Shrill bitch. I don't understand why people like you so darn much.
5. I need to be nicer to you.
6. Well, sorry for my so-called lack of eesteem. What should I do then? Self-help for Dummies?

I think I'm going to try out for Paris Hilton My New BFF

What's the point in having a forced conversation?

There's really no point in that. It just amazes me that no matter how many years you knew someone, there's still some type of forced fakeness when you guys talk. Why is that? Because we live in, as Ms. Mac likes to call it, Walnut World? It's ironic how a supposedly overly-active extrovert can act like a crack whore addict with other people and act like a hungover I'm-too-tired-to-talk fucktard around me. How is it that you could read a friend's article and completely miss out on your other supposed "friend's" thing when they're right fucking next to each other. The ADD/I'm tired/I'm stressed/I'm dealing with shit excuses are really starting to wear thin. Specially the ADD one. It seems like you can't have one conversation with anyone without them busting out the "I have ADD. I can no longer carry out this talk." Heh. I have ADD too but I can at least pretend to be intrested in what someone has to say. Is every just this rude or is only because I know some of the shittiest people alive?

Daily Deds
1. Fuck you. Fuck you and all your shallow pathetic, supposedly important things.
2. Wow. You seriously do not know how fucking mad you make me. You don't understand how hurtful the things you say to me are. I used to think you were one of the nicest people around. Now? Now I just think you're some lameass attention whore who I have given up hope in.
3. Fucking hypocritical bitch. Shut it. I don't tell you to shut your trap. And you have such a shrill voice. See what I get for trying to be nice.
4. Wow. You really are there for me. Heh.
5. Dear Jesus, I never know what you're thinking. Or if it's good or bad. Can't you just tell me something for a change.
6. Remembering the old times. What ever happened to those times?
7. You're still cool. You're still cute. If only I could see you more.
8. God, you're not some fucking French person. Stop changing your words.

Question of the day: How many times could your self-esteem be damanged in a day? A whole fucking lot.
How many times could you mother piss the living hell out of you: Even more times that you've been annoyed at what's-their-face.

Wow. I practically finished all my homeword. Cept math. But whatever. Improvement! It's still improvement! If only my mom would stop being such a bitch.

School is depressing. And boring. And home isn't any better either.

too much anger and hatred for a walnuter

Well, this is the first blog I had since...a very long time. And it's not pretty.

Deds:
1. Jesus Christ, and I thought we had a budding closeness. Well, not anymore. And I thought I said hurtful things. You just don't really seem to care. Well darling dear I don't really care either.
2. I don't know why you bother sitting there, pretending to listen when we both know you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. But, no, just sit there, make hmming noises to pretend your thinking, while in reality you're just doing whatever you do.
3. Holy jimminy crickets.
4. How can someone like you be so manipulative?
5. Heh. Some friends. I must be a very cursed person to be labled as the "friend" with you guys.
6. I fucking hate you so much sometimes. Big fucking hypocrite. I love the way you change your words once they come back to bite you in the ass.
7. Thanks. Fisherman shoes? Heh. Don't worry. That wasn't the worst one out there.