No one likes to rent. Who would? We're Americans which generally means we enjoy owning our own things so we can abuse them all we want and no one can yell at us or we can just chuck a shoe at them and yammer about freedom or whatnot. Just kidding. Anyway, I feel like somehow in the past my former body died but my spirit was too sinned to be accepted anywhere, so it spent 3467846 years wandering aimlessly around until they found a new body to rent. Sadly, this body is one of those archetypal cutthroat-bitch landladies who probably lives on homemade crack and is as judgemental as the guy who decides whether you get in to Heaven or Hell.
Some punk-goes-pop covers just aren't meant to be. Period.
I've been shot by Mother Nature. Help, I'm bleeding like a slit pig.
The Body has been terrorizing people the entire day. What did I do in my past life?
Spring is here, only it's still fucking ice cold. Spring has just got to be the lustiest season ever. Fresh flowers, birds chirping, girls are wearing skirts again...ahh. But autumn is the most romantic season, with all those pretty leaves and flannel scares and mugs of hot tea. Summer is probably the most lonely, unless you're older than fourteen and can drive or if you're willing to walk a lot. Winter is where people wiggle their hands and go "Ehh..." It just depends how much in "love" you are.
I should be doing homework.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
"Dear Carmel, flowers or rocks?" --"Rocks. In a heartbeat"
Today wasn't the most sensationalist day ever.
Remember those movies with the just-nerdy-enough-to-be-funny character and all the shit that happens to him in one go? Yes, I'm sure we all watched one of those and because we are callow people, we laughed. Well, I now sympathize with him.
School started off on a nice note and for an entire period I actually believe that today might be another good day. Let's just say, I should've realized that having a school-at-war-feud dream might suggest that today wasn't going to be a pretty day.
Like that wasn't enough, I came home and was rounded up by my little cousin, had my phone stolen from me (I'm not sure who Crystal called--I'm hoping it wasn't a long-distance call), and received this following email from Interact:
Carmel
you got too many strikes Chinese New Year Fest 2/1, Newspaper Distr. 2/19, Vejar TA 3/4
the directions were clear on the chinese new years fest, i asked the presidents
you are no longer in the club, sorry. feel free to join next year.
Cheers. At first I was completely bitching and moaning about it ($10 dollars happens to be enough to buy a vaccination or two, people) and I even contemplated whether I should send him a rude email back. But, using the Internet to abuse someone? That's lame, even for me. So now I will just sulk. Thing is, I don't even think I signed up for Newspaper Distribution. I guess it's my fault really, and my leader is just carrying out his duty. Still, I think I'm going to do Key Club next year. I really am the lesser person.
Kyra and I got into a really elaborate talk about everything and we realized: there's a thin crater between caring and loving. I'm sure most people already understand that concept, but a lot of people don't really get it. I'm not making any sense, am I? Well, in a nutshell, care and love are like slightly different twins people often confuse. What would you rather? Be cared for or loved? The answer may seem so obvious, but if you really think most people would really have to weigh it.
Thought: Flowers or Rocks?
Remember those movies with the just-nerdy-enough-to-be-funny character and all the shit that happens to him in one go? Yes, I'm sure we all watched one of those and because we are callow people, we laughed. Well, I now sympathize with him.
School started off on a nice note and for an entire period I actually believe that today might be another good day. Let's just say, I should've realized that having a school-at-war-feud dream might suggest that today wasn't going to be a pretty day.
Like that wasn't enough, I came home and was rounded up by my little cousin, had my phone stolen from me (I'm not sure who Crystal called--I'm hoping it wasn't a long-distance call), and received this following email from Interact:
Carmel
you got too many strikes Chinese New Year Fest 2/1, Newspaper Distr. 2/19, Vejar TA 3/4
the directions were clear on the chinese new years fest, i asked the presidents
you are no longer in the club, sorry. feel free to join next year.
Cheers. At first I was completely bitching and moaning about it ($10 dollars happens to be enough to buy a vaccination or two, people) and I even contemplated whether I should send him a rude email back. But, using the Internet to abuse someone? That's lame, even for me. So now I will just sulk. Thing is, I don't even think I signed up for Newspaper Distribution. I guess it's my fault really, and my leader is just carrying out his duty. Still, I think I'm going to do Key Club next year. I really am the lesser person.
Kyra and I got into a really elaborate talk about everything and we realized: there's a thin crater between caring and loving. I'm sure most people already understand that concept, but a lot of people don't really get it. I'm not making any sense, am I? Well, in a nutshell, care and love are like slightly different twins people often confuse. What would you rather? Be cared for or loved? The answer may seem so obvious, but if you really think most people would really have to weigh it.
Thought: Flowers or Rocks?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
mercutio and alice
Sizzling day today. I felt like I was in Tennessee.
A plastic factory burned down today. A fluke or a mad dash for insurance? Heh.
New fetishes: Mint dental floss, organic apples, seaweed, and OJ.
Well, I went over to Carmina's house today because our sophies have to go take a CST test and even though I gave her attitude on the phone, she was still kind enough to make me sunny-side eggs and toasted bread. Good times.
Anyway, make way Peter Pan because you have a new competitor: Mercutio. Yes, the "louche aristo who can’t take anything seriously". Carmina doesn't understand why on earth I like him because apparently he's a "jerk" and someone actually said, "Did you get Mercutio and Benvolio mixed up?" No, I didn't. I love Benvolio to death (ahaha---he was the only one that didn't die) but I absolutely adore Mercutio.
According to SparkNotes, "Mercutio overflows with imagination, wit, and, at times, a strange, biting satire and brooding fervor. Mercutio loves wordplay, especially sexual double ententres. He can be quite hotheaded, and hates people who are affected, pretentious, or obsessed with the latest fashions. He finds Romeo’s romanticized ideas about love tiresome, and tries to convince Romeo to view love as a simple matter of sexual appetite." Enough said. If only they found that cute actor I saw in that R&J to play Mercutio in the movie...
It's times like these where I really wish I was in drama and got to spend an hour analysing double ententres and reading Julius Caesar. And, get this, drama's doing a production of Alice and the Wonderland! Good Lord, I love that movie/book! It's so marijuana-induced I'm surprised Disney even picked it up for production. I adore the Hookah Caterpillar and the Mad Hatter. Though to me Alice is pretty much a flat character used mainly to be the eyes and ears of the reader. I just hope my dream Alice will be Alice. I've got money on her.
Block tomorrow: No English or French or SRC, but fucking Geo and PE and World Hist. Fuck it. I'm going to find a route to Neverneverland.
A plastic factory burned down today. A fluke or a mad dash for insurance? Heh.
New fetishes: Mint dental floss, organic apples, seaweed, and OJ.
Well, I went over to Carmina's house today because our sophies have to go take a CST test and even though I gave her attitude on the phone, she was still kind enough to make me sunny-side eggs and toasted bread. Good times.
Anyway, make way Peter Pan because you have a new competitor: Mercutio. Yes, the "louche aristo who can’t take anything seriously". Carmina doesn't understand why on earth I like him because apparently he's a "jerk" and someone actually said, "Did you get Mercutio and Benvolio mixed up?" No, I didn't. I love Benvolio to death (ahaha---he was the only one that didn't die) but I absolutely adore Mercutio.
According to SparkNotes, "Mercutio overflows with imagination, wit, and, at times, a strange, biting satire and brooding fervor. Mercutio loves wordplay, especially sexual double ententres. He can be quite hotheaded, and hates people who are affected, pretentious, or obsessed with the latest fashions. He finds Romeo’s romanticized ideas about love tiresome, and tries to convince Romeo to view love as a simple matter of sexual appetite." Enough said. If only they found that cute actor I saw in that R&J to play Mercutio in the movie...
It's times like these where I really wish I was in drama and got to spend an hour analysing double ententres and reading Julius Caesar. And, get this, drama's doing a production of Alice and the Wonderland! Good Lord, I love that movie/book! It's so marijuana-induced I'm surprised Disney even picked it up for production. I adore the Hookah Caterpillar and the Mad Hatter. Though to me Alice is pretty much a flat character used mainly to be the eyes and ears of the reader. I just hope my dream Alice will be Alice. I've got money on her.
Block tomorrow: No English or French or SRC, but fucking Geo and PE and World Hist. Fuck it. I'm going to find a route to Neverneverland.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Fucking hell.
I didn't think it was possible for Mr. Jo to get loonier than he already is.
He took "fucked-up" to the whole next level.
We need to compose a little song for the freaking Cold War. WTF? Lyrics to a Russian attack? What the hell am I supposed to do? Sing "Soviets built a wall and started the iron curtain" to Karma Police? Jeezzz. I should really take the whole musicians approach: Lock myself up in a cabin, light a bunch of incense, listen to some stoner music, and take about 2837247 hits from a bong. If it worked for John Lennon, it'll hopefully work for me. Eessh.
On other news: I have become a South Park junkie once more. If polygamy and pedophilia were allowed, I'd have married Stan, Kenny, Craig, Tweek, and Kyle (and Peter Pan) by now. Heh.
Other, other news: My little cousin has learned to barter. Dear Lord, I'm not sure if I should be thrilled or worried.
Other, other, other news: Ever since freaking SRC, I've become deathly paranoid (and fascinated) in tobacco. I've always been well...perplexed with cigarettes (cigars, too, more-or-less) but I really doubt I would ever, ever smoke. Those over-the-top videos (parodies of The Rocky Horror Picture Show) are absolutely disgusting. I had to see a chin get amputated. I thought the bag of chips I had for lunch were going to make an Indiana Jones-esque out of my stomach. It just makes me sad (and grossed out) to see these wonderfully talented young people chug tar into their lungs. If this was the old Carmel typing I'd say "What a shame" but the new Carmel thought about it and she agrees that "What a shame" seems like a terrible thing to say. (Just say it out loud to yourself: "What a shame" If you're an alcoholic, sure you may not have many friends and sure you might harm you're health, but at least your liver won't hack up leftover chunks from Highway 66. (Just kidding--I'm not a big groupie for alcholics either, though I'm sure most people wouldn't say no to a shot of green apple Smirnoff's).[insert beady look]
That's just me, though.
I didn't think it was possible for Mr. Jo to get loonier than he already is.
He took "fucked-up" to the whole next level.
We need to compose a little song for the freaking Cold War. WTF? Lyrics to a Russian attack? What the hell am I supposed to do? Sing "Soviets built a wall and started the iron curtain" to Karma Police? Jeezzz. I should really take the whole musicians approach: Lock myself up in a cabin, light a bunch of incense, listen to some stoner music, and take about 2837247 hits from a bong. If it worked for John Lennon, it'll hopefully work for me. Eessh.
On other news: I have become a South Park junkie once more. If polygamy and pedophilia were allowed, I'd have married Stan, Kenny, Craig, Tweek, and Kyle (and Peter Pan) by now. Heh.
Other, other news: My little cousin has learned to barter. Dear Lord, I'm not sure if I should be thrilled or worried.
Other, other, other news: Ever since freaking SRC, I've become deathly paranoid (and fascinated) in tobacco. I've always been well...perplexed with cigarettes (cigars, too, more-or-less) but I really doubt I would ever, ever smoke. Those over-the-top videos (parodies of The Rocky Horror Picture Show) are absolutely disgusting. I had to see a chin get amputated. I thought the bag of chips I had for lunch were going to make an Indiana Jones-esque out of my stomach. It just makes me sad (and grossed out) to see these wonderfully talented young people chug tar into their lungs. If this was the old Carmel typing I'd say "What a shame" but the new Carmel thought about it and she agrees that "What a shame" seems like a terrible thing to say. (Just say it out loud to yourself: "What a shame" If you're an alcoholic, sure you may not have many friends and sure you might harm you're health, but at least your liver won't hack up leftover chunks from Highway 66. (Just kidding--I'm not a big groupie for alcholics either, though I'm sure most people wouldn't say no to a shot of green apple Smirnoff's).[insert beady look]
That's just me, though.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Is it me that makes you sweat?
I feel like my middle school obsession has been coming back..
I love how the basses actually gets to play a bit of the melody
In celebration for me&Carmina becoming orchestra nerds again! Yip yip! Only this time we'll be in the same orchestra.
by the way; 1:08. Call me creepy or whatever, but I happened to notice that old picture (It's my favorite part of the song--sheesh.) Anyway, it's those transformations that gives sad sacks like me hope. Not to mention Chris Brander's total transformation in Just Friends. Ha. I just sometime hate how people who make these video put such promiscuous pictures. I remember once, I was listening to like But It's Better If You Do Strings and there was this picture of like Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie kissing and my Internet had to freeze on me. My mom just so happened to walk by and she was so "WTF?" and wouldn't let me watch Brokeback Moutain, in fear her youngest daughter becomes a fag hag. My mom's a bit homophobic--isn't everyone from the 70's-90's? (Funny thing is that those were the metrosexual days. The irony.) So yes.
I love how the basses actually gets to play a bit of the melody
In celebration for me&Carmina becoming orchestra nerds again! Yip yip! Only this time we'll be in the same orchestra.
by the way; 1:08. Call me creepy or whatever, but I happened to notice that old picture (It's my favorite part of the song--sheesh.) Anyway, it's those transformations that gives sad sacks like me hope. Not to mention Chris Brander's total transformation in Just Friends. Ha. I just sometime hate how people who make these video put such promiscuous pictures. I remember once, I was listening to like But It's Better If You Do Strings and there was this picture of like Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie kissing and my Internet had to freeze on me. My mom just so happened to walk by and she was so "WTF?" and wouldn't let me watch Brokeback Moutain, in fear her youngest daughter becomes a fag hag. My mom's a bit homophobic--isn't everyone from the 70's-90's? (Funny thing is that those were the metrosexual days. The irony.) So yes.
blog 101
I feel like I haven't blogged in ages. Nevermind. I'm not in the mood for blogging so I'll just list out a bunch of (censored) stream-of-conscious things about this weekend
I think I need some Ritalin and Fluxotine asap.
Someone--whose name I won't mention--made me feel like the poster-child of hypocrisy. Like I already didn't know that.
People are being assholes.
I'm so lethargic.
Movie Madness: Rachel Getting Married, Thank You For Smoking, Just Friends.
South Park.
Lent.
Panic at the Disco with Carmina.
Panicking in general.
Weird ADD.
Weirder OCD spurts (doesn't go good with ADD)
Self-made mac & pasta sauce. Yum, yum.
Caramel corn, Hi-Chews, Arizona green tea.
Bipolar disorders.
Behavior Centers.
Crazy dream with Natalee, JAC, and Maddie in some crazy mall. Lots of rainbows.
Rob Lowe and Ryan Reynolds.
Anxiety disorders.
Bad yoga and backaches.
String Bass and ukulele.
Paranoia.
Fear of thinking of sinful thoughts.
Social anxiety.
Addictions
Germs
MILFs
Emails
Bendy straws
Baby fat and scarred stomachs
Lost my (already) minimal tolerance for spiciness and everything else.
Fucking Girl Scout Cookie season. Diabetes in a box.
Bipolar weight. Lost four pounds, gained five, lost six, gained seven. Is this some crazy scientific problem? Either way, I gained weight.
Cold hands and even colder feet.
Squinty Eyes.
Two-Face and Swing Kids.
"Let get these teen hearts beating faster, faster."
Fishtanks and the 50's.
Sadomasochism.
Smiley Face and Anna Faris.
Bad Spelling.
Epedophilia, pedophilia, necrophilia
Coffee Date, Coffee and Cigarettes
The Graduate
Note on a Scandal and The Hours and The End of the Affair
Virginia Wolf and Mrs. Dalloway
Cobra Starship and spandex and gourmet cooking
Casablanca and Brandy Alexanders.
A Pyromaniac's Love Story
Computer classes and technology
Girl Uninterrupted
Selfish, Swedish Fish, Fishing for compliments, Fish in the Sea
Silver lining
CRAP, diarrhea, shit
Judas and Jesus
The Academy Awards, The Academy Is, Hawthorne Heights, Cartel
Overused phrases
Guilt by Association
Stupidity
Adam Brody, Robert Downey Jr.
Ronnie Radke, Blaine Harrison, The Butcher
Guy Ripley, guys from Panic, Sodapop
Lack of Creativity
Uptown Girl
Mystery Jets
Department stores
Chick-fil-A
Stripping and catching Brendon Urie dead
Ryan Ross being sick, weak, flamboyantly gay, and pathetic
Pete Wentz acting like a fucking ape and Patrick Stump realizing he was born to be fat and bald
Stan Marsh and Kenny McCormick
Big noses and pillow-lips
Anorexia and binge eating
Sonny with a Chance, Scrubs, and The United States of Tara
Honeymoon to Darfur
Chowder, Misadventures of Flapjack, Spongebob, Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, 6teen, TDI
Israel and Italy
Waking up next to a dolphin
Trapped in an puke-filled elevator
The old Romeo and Juliet without freaking Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes
Alice and the Wonderland
Hookah and weed
Superbad and Sexdrive
Panic attacks
Fatigue
Hearts made of wax
Greek myths and Roman stories
Irregular pulses
Turning over a new leaf
Whew...long list. This was fun only now my mind's as garbled as Hannah Montana's voice.
I think I need some Ritalin and Fluxotine asap.
Someone--whose name I won't mention--made me feel like the poster-child of hypocrisy. Like I already didn't know that.
People are being assholes.
I'm so lethargic.
Movie Madness: Rachel Getting Married, Thank You For Smoking, Just Friends.
South Park.
Lent.
Panic at the Disco with Carmina.
Panicking in general.
Weird ADD.
Weirder OCD spurts (doesn't go good with ADD)
Self-made mac & pasta sauce. Yum, yum.
Caramel corn, Hi-Chews, Arizona green tea.
Bipolar disorders.
Behavior Centers.
Crazy dream with Natalee, JAC, and Maddie in some crazy mall. Lots of rainbows.
Rob Lowe and Ryan Reynolds.
Anxiety disorders.
Bad yoga and backaches.
String Bass and ukulele.
Paranoia.
Fear of thinking of sinful thoughts.
Social anxiety.
Addictions
Germs
MILFs
Emails
Bendy straws
Baby fat and scarred stomachs
Lost my (already) minimal tolerance for spiciness and everything else.
Fucking Girl Scout Cookie season. Diabetes in a box.
Bipolar weight. Lost four pounds, gained five, lost six, gained seven. Is this some crazy scientific problem? Either way, I gained weight.
Cold hands and even colder feet.
Squinty Eyes.
Two-Face and Swing Kids.
"Let get these teen hearts beating faster, faster."
Fishtanks and the 50's.
Sadomasochism.
Smiley Face and Anna Faris.
Bad Spelling.
Epedophilia, pedophilia, necrophilia
Coffee Date, Coffee and Cigarettes
The Graduate
Note on a Scandal and The Hours and The End of the Affair
Virginia Wolf and Mrs. Dalloway
Cobra Starship and spandex and gourmet cooking
Casablanca and Brandy Alexanders.
A Pyromaniac's Love Story
Computer classes and technology
Girl Uninterrupted
Selfish, Swedish Fish, Fishing for compliments, Fish in the Sea
Silver lining
CRAP, diarrhea, shit
Judas and Jesus
The Academy Awards, The Academy Is, Hawthorne Heights, Cartel
Overused phrases
Guilt by Association
Stupidity
Adam Brody, Robert Downey Jr.
Ronnie Radke, Blaine Harrison, The Butcher
Guy Ripley, guys from Panic, Sodapop
Lack of Creativity
Uptown Girl
Mystery Jets
Department stores
Chick-fil-A
Stripping and catching Brendon Urie dead
Ryan Ross being sick, weak, flamboyantly gay, and pathetic
Pete Wentz acting like a fucking ape and Patrick Stump realizing he was born to be fat and bald
Stan Marsh and Kenny McCormick
Big noses and pillow-lips
Anorexia and binge eating
Sonny with a Chance, Scrubs, and The United States of Tara
Honeymoon to Darfur
Chowder, Misadventures of Flapjack, Spongebob, Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, 6teen, TDI
Israel and Italy
Waking up next to a dolphin
Trapped in an puke-filled elevator
The old Romeo and Juliet without freaking Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes
Alice and the Wonderland
Hookah and weed
Superbad and Sexdrive
Panic attacks
Fatigue
Hearts made of wax
Greek myths and Roman stories
Irregular pulses
Turning over a new leaf
Whew...long list. This was fun only now my mind's as garbled as Hannah Montana's voice.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
good stuff
It's music like this that'll help me find the inner Zen in me. And, anyway, I love the video. Who can resist spanky stop-motion mixed with twinkly music?
stupid blog
I fucking hate blogspot. I wrote this super-duper long blog and it freaking deleted it. My first day back online and I'm already being protested against by my own blog. Wonderful.
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