So, If any of my *7* readers have noticed....
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Random Post
I haven't been posting things that I normally post. Now you have started to see what it is really like up in my brain. It's all over the place!
So now I am going to ramble on about the random things that flitter around my head. *
*note to disclaimer: This may take a while.
So last night when I was trying to fill up the tiolet tank (my dad's toilet is fucked so we have to manually fill it up with the shower head) I noticed a small spider in the bathtub. So I started freaking out inside and took the shower head and started to drown it. But then I guess some kind of Power Of Buddha got in me and I started feeling super freaking guilty so I turned off the water and looked at the small pale yellow spider all curled up, holding its breath for the fight of it's life. I just shrugged and hoped that I didn't kill it. Then it unfurled itself and attempted to walk up the bathtub wall. So, I worked on filling up the toilet tank.
After I did my business, I noticed the tank still wasn't quite filled up so I decided to brush my teeth. I love brushing my teeth. I hate feeling plaque and all the gunk of my teeth. Plus, I like white teeth. When I finished brushing my teeth, I took a look in the tank. And noticed I almost flooded it. I quickly let out a puff of air, flushed the toilet, then walked away from the whole disastoreous room.
At the end of this post you will notice a list of 10 things I love and 10 things I hate. I think the love list might be longer than 10 and the hate list shorter than 10. *shrugs*
I am informing my 7 readers that once I get my camera, I am going to start uploading videos to youtube. The will be anything from skits that I made up, ramblings that spew out of my mouth and videos of me and my friends being high as shit :D I shall let everyone know when I start uploading some.
So, last Tuesday guess who decided to visit me?
The bitch Motherhood Fairy. Does she know that she is never ever welcome around these parts. We don't like her kind! I say we start a mob and demolish her exsistence.
Oh if only it were that easy. Anyways I mentioned her becuase (here is where my post gets personal) I ran out of pads D: So I had to text my wonderful cousin, Danya, to send some along with her mom when she came to visit my dad's home. I got some, she saved my life.
I have recently decided to gauge out my size eight ear to a size...well see that's the thing I have no idea what size it is now. I think it's somewhere between a 6 and a 4. When I first did it, it hurt like Satan's pitchfork. But now I don't feel like anything.
My brother broke my bomb ass headphones. I mean they were the fucking shit. I *stole* them from my neighbor/one of my good friends Matt. He knew I took them though! SEE-- one day me, my brother, and Matt were going to the park to smoke and I didn't have any headphones and I saw his that came with his new phone and said "I am going to take these" and he said he didn't care. There were samsung headphones. And they made the msuic sound like it was playing a concert in the middle of your skull.
I miss those headphones. My brother bought replacement headphones but they suck asstroids :p the sound all foggy and shitty. GAY.
There is this bruise on my big toe that is actually really on a hair folicle. It looks like zombie skin! It used to hurt, but now it doesn't but it still looks like a bruise/zombie skin and I don't know what's wrong with it :/
I have a really bad habbit of peeling my hangnails and dry cuticles. I pick at them and make my fingers bleed in the most painful places. I hate dry nailbeds. They are so unattractive and ugly and stupid. Gross. I use baby oil to heal, heal HEEEAAAALLLL. Baby oil is a miracle worker. I use it for my elbows, knees, and the bottom of my feet.
I think I have a small eating disorder. Or maybe I am just being a typical teenager. But come on, am I really typical?
Maybe, probably. But still, I hardly ever eat. When I do, it's always super small portions. I don't choose that, I just get full really really fast. Also, I just really dislike eating. I hate eating actually. Not because I think it makes me fat or anything, but because I hate pooping. Pooping makes me feel so dirty and filthy after I do shit. And also for like five minutes after I am done in the loo, I still feel like I have to shit and I feel super nervous after. But I just think I have IBS.
I recently discovered I have small hands. But then I realzied that I probably have average sized hands. But I still think my hands are small.
I prefer to be alone. But I like knowing someone is waiting around for me. I also prefer the dark. But I am frightened of it tehe.
I really enjoy it when someone is honest with me and tells me what they think of me. I love it when people tell me how they feel about me and when they tell me sweet things. I love it when they share their sweet opinions.
I really really want to learn to play the ukulele, piano, chello, violin, flute and accustic guitar. I really want a black accustic guitar.
I am super sensitive. No scratch that I am hypersensitive. My parents used to tease me when I was a wee one.
Come to think of it, they still do D:
I really like hearing joints and bones pop and creak. I love feeling muscels stretch and burn.
My favorite candy is sour patch kids. Only sour patch kids. I hate sour patch watermelon thingies and the other "sour patch" posers.
I am truely an Insomniac. I tried fixing my sleeping schedual. And I actually did, until about 5 days later when my insomnia came back and dominated my arse.
I think people abuse the word love today. Thirteen year olds strongly believe they are in love with every boyfriend/girlfriend they have. I believe there are soooo many levels of love. Love you feel for your siblings, love you feel for your parents, love you feel for your friends & best friends, love you feel for your first love, love you feel for your *cheesey cliche line coming up* other half.
I love to cook and experiment with food. I really like making breakfast stuff and brownies and cookies. But my all time favorite cookie is slice and bakes classic chocolate chip cookies. MMM. But I also really love snickerdoodles.
Do you ever think about how far this world has come in the past 200 years? I am not going to boast for Americans, but I think we did start the technology revolution. Serious things didn't start being invented until American's did. But think about it though, in the past, what?, 150 years look at all the shit that has come along. Bomb, computers, TV, music, veiws changed, even "clicks" were established. If you listen to music from when music was first really listened to, you will be like wtf is this shit, right? Music today is so completely different from back in the old days. And TV, Televisions used to be so fucking big but the screen so fucking tiny and not in color. Now, in almost every house there is a TV. This world today isn't what it used to be. And if somehow any of us are still living in about 150 years (which I wouldn't be surprised if we are, science has come really fucking far) we will be in utter shock...or embracing it with arms wide open. Really depends how your veiws will change.
When my little sister was born I had to raise her. It was after the divorce, so my mom was drinking, working, and hardly really around. Physically and emotionally. So I raised her until she was four. That's when my mom snapped back and started being "mommy" again. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. I have no idea what is going to happen when she passes away. But I have a long time with her so I will do just that. Spend time with her. My mom is really smart, she talks with me about philosophy and boys and just life.
10+ Things I Love.
1. Marijuana--come on, if you read my blogs, you must have known that was going to be on the things I love list.
2.I love my scars-- I have loads and loads of scars. Some big, some small. But I love them all. HEY! that rhymed!
3. I love chapstick.
4. I love perfume. Seriously, I am a perfume addict.
5. I love my hair. It is naturally redish brown. And I love the way it's cut. And my two dreadlocks. Plus, it is in between curly and wavy :p
6. I love wishing and dreaming. I sleep a lot because I love dreaming.
7. I love doodles and doodling. I love drawing and writing.
8. I love wisdom, knowledge, meaningful conversations.
9. I love mindless ramblings.
10. I love to cry.
11. I love cursive handwriting.
12. I love fried eggs.
13. I love music. I honestly have no idea where I would be without it.
-10 Things I hate.
1. I hate missing spots when I shave. It just aggrivates me.
2. I hate hate hate HATERS. Even though I am the biggest Hater.
3. I hate it when people say "like" too much. Broaden your vocab.
4. Ignorance. 'Nuff said.
5. I hate boredom. Bleh, Once I am bored, it will take a miracle to get me UNbored.
6. I hate people. But, you can expect that from evry other teenager you talk to these days. I guess it's what's "in".
7. I hate feet. I don't know why, but I just do.
8. I hate loose hair. I freak out when it sticks to me, I hate it floating in water, I gag when I see it in food and don't touch it.
9. I hate hate hate writer's block. God, it's the worst.
So, that's about it for my silly ramblings. Thanks for reading.
p.s. Yes I am suffering writer's block, so I have no idea when some writings will be up.
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3 comments:
Writer's block sucks big donkey dangly parts, but stick with it :)
Hehehehe, I am right there with you on the pooping part...oh, and the scars...have a few of my own!
The Great Lover
I have been so great a lover: filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,
For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear
Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife
Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,
My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men's days.
Shall I not crown them with immortal praise
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me
High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see
The inenarrable godhead of delight?
Love is a flame; -- - we have beaconed the world's night.
A city: -- - and we have built it, these and I.
An emperor: -- - we have taught the world to die.
So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,
And the high cause of Love's magnificence,
And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names
Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,
And set them as a banner, that men may know,
To dare the generations, burn, and blow
Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming. . . .
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, færy dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such -- -
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns. . . .
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass; -- -
All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
---- Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what's left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers. . . .
But the best I've known,
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.
O dear my loves, O faithless, once again
This one last gift I give: that after men
Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,
Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say, "He loved."
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