It's not our fault we're so judgemental; we were taught to label

My titles are becoming more and more Fall Out Boy-esque. Take that Pete Wentz.

Big news: Yesterday I had my first date! And if decided to pull a Brandy Alexander, then I would've had excellent practice. I babbling about how it the Souplantantation dinner date would come in handy in the future, when someone reminded me that in future dates (if there are going to be future ones) I would be the woman in the relationship. Thus I added: unless I dated a Eric Foreman type of guy (which would be kind of funny, I admit). But yes. Souplantation. There's a reason buffets love to have me as a customer: I have a bipolar appetite. So I spent the dinner eating cornbread (my new food fetish) and drinking my weight with a fantastic concoction I have baptized Aphrodite-Cupid (in honor of Valentines) Not the most creative name, but whatever.
cherry green tea + Sprite + a whoosh of lemonade + a pinch of apple juice + a drizzle of honey + a squirt of lemon = Aphrodite-Cupid! (hmm...it sounds a bit incestish doesn't it? Oh well; it's the GREEKS. It was all about incest and brother-sister marriages. But that's why I love those myths so much!)

I don't like Valentines. I think it's overrated. (But don't I think every holiday is overrated?) The only thing I like about that overrated holiday is the free candy but this year no one likes me and I didn't get ONE freaking piece of chocolate. Not even a synthetic powder Sweetheart thing. Yeh. Anyway, I think that Valentine day is the most untrustworthy day ever. I swear, you can walk down the street and you'll hear a galore of lies spilled from forked tongues. "I love you" "You're my one and only". Lies. Well, for the most part. But, hey, I'm just cynical.

So yesterday Carlos, Anntoine, Stephano, and Carmelo went to the movies (He's Just Not That Into You), saw two Hispanics fight over a not-even-half-decent girl, and were threatened by a Korean gangster. I narrowed them down into Sex and the City people:

Carlos [Ms. Carmina Rhea "I'm too good of a friend" Portea]: Samantha Jones
Anntoine [Ms. Ann Zhao Lei]: Charlotte York
Stephano [Ms. Stephany "The Boss" Yong]: Carrie Bradshaw
Carmelo [moiiii!]: Miranda Hobbes (one-sided and just because she was the only one left.)

Old habits die hard

Well, that's so true. Circa two years ago, I gave myself yet another bad haircut. Yes. Remember the seventh-grade fiasco? Well, this is the ninth-grade fiasco, only not as bad because I don't have a hair stub shooting from my forehead. So I had just finished showering, when my overgrown bangs were pissing the hell out of me as usual. Blame the hot fumes or something, but I just grabbed a pair of blunt scissors and started hacking away. Well. Let's just say I'll never become a beautician. And my fucking bangs are still in my eyes! Oi! I just want to shave my head sometimes. The world would be so much happier if people didn't have hair to worry about. Not just hair-on-your-head hair. EVERY type of hair. Ugh. I'm so disgusted. I wish I didn't have such a minuscule forehead. No joke. I have the TINIEST forehead known to humanity. (I'm being very vain--but I'm fourteen, and I've already been cursed with Mother Nature--I am [almost] a lady.) I'm so sad....and blind. Time to cue the waterworks and blues.

Quote of the Day: We'd all like to make that great escape. Problem is, there's no where to escape to.

Don't you love my super long, windy quote title? I feel like freaking Panic at the Disco/Fall Out Boy.

[Un]Productive day today. koreanbeef/chickenthing,mushroomtofupotthatwasn'tspicy,coke,caesarsalad,vanillacupcakes,hotcheetospuffs,potatoes,cornonthecob,carrots,blackberries,icecream,frozendaiquris,chocolate,meltedicecoffeefrommcd's,kettlechips. Whew. What a feast. It'll take me two weeks of actual PE to get rid of all that junk. It seems like whenever I "run" I get freaking I'll Run stuck in my head. And that's not exactly the best song to pump your adrenaline too (but all you modern day Peter Gabriels will love that puppydog, how-to-woo-that-girl song). I get sad everytime I hear it (way to pick up the pace--with tears) and I always think of my [sometimes]best friend. Hope you're happy Mina--you're always on my mind during PE, one notch below cramps and two below pain, though. But third's the charm. Anyway I found the perfect song my future [hookah] hippie club will listen to during our...sessions. Manana. By...I forgot, but probably a bunch of pro-MJ adolescents who got baked in a beachouse and decided to record something.

Some people have so much gall I want to turn Lestat de Lioncourt on them and rip their fucking necks off. Or maybe that's too much.

I can never hold grudges. I tried today because I was [extremely] mad at my grannie and mom. So I decided to shun them. I got up to three hours. But then I started getting these weird, paranoid thoughts. And the rain and their random trip to the supermarket (again!) didn't help. And stupid SRC and you-should-apologize-while-you-still-have-a-chance.

Mm Prades [to Mom, in a sympathetic tone]: Dear mother, I am no longer infuriated by your irrational slander.
Mom [almost hysterical]: What did I do? I did nothing but slave over chores and you won't even blahblahblah
Mm Prades [to grandma]: Dearest grandma, because you are my elder and you're blood runs in my bloated veins,I forgive you for your horrendous gossiping.
Grandma: Blink, blink. You were mad at me?

Impossible.

Kyra is wonderful. I felt like including her here because she gave me a wonderful idea, which therefore makes her wonderful. Dear Kyra, if you are reading this you are the hoop to my hula. Ahahah.JK.

I need to change my song but my obvious lack of technology common sense won't let me. Help? Anyone? Where's Techna when you need her?

I'd love to stay an continue typing, but I really don't care anymore. And I forgot what I wanted to vent anyway. Ugh. I hate it when that happens. Stupid music.

Question: What ever happened to good ole' The Academy Is...? W.B used to have such a velvety voice--it was their trademark. And now? They sound like The Morning Light-meets-Relient K-and-some-other-band. What happened to the velvet?!

Eeeshhhhhh....our unofficial fridge is ghastly. It used to smell like lemons but someone put some fish or something in it and let it rot....eesssh. What's worse? This computer is within a three feet radius of it. If only I can get my cousin to stop opening it every ten seconds. Because I really just adore the smell of dead flesh. And parsnips so old it's practically embedded into the plastic bag. Yes. It's like going to a French bakery, our unofficial refrigerator.
Jeez. What's wrong with me today?


Actually signing off this time.......Madame Monday L. P. U. Prades. (the first and hopefully last and only)

Listening to the music I listened to in my "youth". In short, I've been listening to Mina's playlist which she never bothers to update anymore. Ech-hem. Wow. I don't know if it was because it's hunting season down south, or what, but that just unleashed the waterworks. As if we need anymore water after today's Singing In The Rain-esque shower. Anyway, I think I might've caught a chill while I was on my play date with good ole' Mother Nature.
Good:
We ended up watching the Princess Bride in English. Ahh..such a cute movie. Though, because it is Ms. White afterall, we have to jot down stupid archetypes. Heh.
We're watching a half cute half stupid film in French, with lots of cursing and stupid kids pretending to be old.
I had Honey Twist Fritos.
The rain is my friendnemie
The guy that sits in front/in cross of me in SRC is pretty nice.
Because it was Friday I got to be lazy
Bad:
The rain made me really, really wet and got my feet cold
I embarrassed myself badly while trying to make small talk
I almost conked out during my World History test (AGAIN! I think I may have a weird disease, where a person falls asleep during tests)
Stupid people got me thinking about the future. Shudder.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wegOJS02znY
Stupid Warner Bros or whatever disabled embedding. Anyway if there's anyone out there that loves me, here is today's present to thee. It/the guy reminds me of Robinson Crusoe or something. I love how he almost burned his hand. Ahaha.
Call me hypocritical, but I feel like new music just isn't as good as old music. That's just my opinion. Eesh.

Oh. And, in case you haven't noticed, I've been exxxxtremely bored. That's why this blog is soooo long. But sadly I must part.
Cheers.

Greek myths and Asian chips that's giving me a headache....delicious.

I think I'm going through another midlife crisis. At this rate, my actually midlife crisis will probably be something along the edges of mental asylum and/or death. Super.

Person 1: Wow, I don't like this movie. I hate those pousers on those motorcycles and those girls who pretend they don't care but are absolutely squealing---man I want to...stab them with a pen or something.
Person 2: I like it.
Person 1 [hand slapped to his/her heart in mockhorror]: What?! You actually like this?
Person 2 [condensendingly, like a fifth-grade teacher lecturing slowly because she thinks you're too stupid to understand]: Everyone has their different opinions, you know, and I think that you are being to judgemental and blahblahblahblah.
People these days. They all want to prove someone wrong. If these sermons don't stop I think I'll just bring earplugs and stop listening to people alltogether.

Yeh. And I spilled a whole bottle of water inside my backpack today. I left my ruined books outside to dry but I forgot to bring them back in until...late. The sprinklers got them. Fantastic.

School is going by so dreadfully slow I've actually managed to fall asleep during two tests. Impossible. I blame my long, lackluster (but oddly introvertive) weekend. The world just doesn't seem the same anymore.
Double maths first thing in the morning isn't my idea of fun; reading about ancient Greeks having sex and getting drunk around the place is.
And, and. In that Nicholas&Alexandria movie---the transvestite man is soo cute. I'd marry him. We'd have a strange life together. It's him or Peter Pan at the moment. (Crossing my fingers over Petey) Lovely, aren't I? Wanting to marry a man that's probably dead and a fictional boy that never wants to grow up.
Why is it that I always get scolded for being too harsh and/or judgemental but no one else is? I'll start a hippie club. We'll just all sit in a circle, take turns with the hookah, and be dreamy and lazy. Hopefully, Mr. Principal will be in a good mood when I ask. Then I'll be back in business.