Love is so short, and oblivion so long

God, I haven't posted here in a long time.
So. Graduation on Friday. I can't believe I'm actually getting out of here! On to college and higher learning. It's so surreal; I can't believe I'm four years away from real adulthood...okay, maybe that's not so cool. I'll be a dependent for a bit longer, thanks.
Prom was amazing! Y'all should go to my facebook & check out the pics, cause Lord knows I'm not on there all the time now. From one blog to the next, I suppose.
Kay, nothing more to report. Just had to scratch the Eljay itch for old time's sake.

HIGH CLASS]
[x] You went/go tanning.
[x] You own something from Coach
[ ] You own something from Juicy Couture
[ ] You own something from Louis Vuitton
[ ] You own an iPod
[x] You love Starbucks.
[x] You have been called a brat.
[x] You have tons of shoes
[ ] You hate buying things that are on sale
[x] You have a laptop
[x] You love shopping
Total: 7


[GOTH]
[ ] Black is one of your favorite colors.
[ ] You wear chains.
[ ] You like heavy metal.
[x] You've shopped at Hot Topic.
[x] You have worn black lipstick.
[ ] You dislike preps.
[x] You have piercings
Total: 3

[PUNK]
[ ] You can skateboard.
[x] You wear plaid.
[x] You have/love Converse.
[x] You hate MTV.
[x] You have/HAD/want blue, pink, red, purple, or green hair.
[X] You love skater/surfer girls/boy.
[ ] You dislike pink.
[ ] You hate preps.
[ ]You wear tight pants
Total: 5

[EMO]
[x] You are depressed sometimes.
[ ] You have black-rimmed glasses
[ ] You like the band Thursday.
[x] You cry easily.
[x] You like emo music.
[ ] You hate being called emo.
[x] You keep a journal/diary.
[x] You have written a sad poem
[x] You have thought about death
Total: 6

[GHETTO/GANGSTA]
[ ] You like rap.
[ ] You have said "Fo Sho, Fo Shizzle, Fo Sheezy, etc"
[ ] You are in a gang
[ ] You wear rubberbands in your pants
[x]when you are mad You swear a lot.
[ ]you have worn a grill.
[ ] You have had a freestyling contest.
[ ] You have worn Converse with the tongue flipped out.
Total: 1

[STRAIGHTEDGE]
[x] You like loud music
[ ] You love the Ninja Turtles and/or Pokemon
[x] You never walk anywhere.
[x] You wear slip-on shoes.
[ ] You love Norma Jean.
[x] You wear band t-shirts.
[x] People have called you a freak and meant it.
[x] You love to "hardcore" dance
[ ] Your hair has been dyed more than one color.
[x] You wear blue jeans.
Total: 7

[PREP]
[ ] You like The OC
[ ] You have a tiny/small sized dog.
[ ] Your usual outfits consist of pink.
[x] You like buying shoes A LOT.
[ ]You shop at AE, HOLLISTER, A&F, etc.
[ ] You love jeans.
[ ] You like Paris Hilton
[x] Getting your nails done is a fun thing
[x] You wear big sunglasses.
Total: 3

[Athletic]
[ ] You watch the Superbowl.
[x] You own track shoes or cleats other sports related shoes.
[ ] You collect your jerseys.
[x] You have/ had a special shelf for trophies and awards.
[ ] You have/had posters or plaques of famous athletes.
[ ] Your garage/shed consists of sports equipment.
[x] You belong/belonged to a school team.
[x] You are going to/did join a sports team
[ ] You have a specific number preferred for your jersey.
Total: 4

[Scene]
[ ] You wear little tiny bows in your hair
[x] You like Mardi Gras beads, pearls and plastic beads
[x] You have at least 3 shirts with tiny designs all throughout the shirt
[ ] You like mini-skirts
[x] You part your hair to the side
[x] You think polka-dots are way cute
[x] You have shopped at Charolette Russe
[x] You have done a peace sign while you pose for a picture
[x] You've been called scene before
Total: 7

[REDNECK]
[x] Gone four wheeling
[ ] Went hunting.
[ ] Owned a four-wheeler or dirt bike
[x] Like to go fishing
[x] have eaten jerky
[ ] Ever said GIT-R-DONE
[x] Ever owned or rented a Blue Collar Comedy mov
[x] You have gotten and drove a four-wheeler into a tree
[ ] Gone muddin
[x] Listen to the Song Redneck Woman
[ ] cant count
[ ] You like rednecks
[ ] you have a bear as a friend
Total: 6

[Ska]
[ ] You wear ties and suit coats
[ ] You think Aaron Barrett is a god
[ ] Reggae is amazing
[ ] You're Jamaican on the inside
[ ] You think Catch 22 is way better than Streetlight Manifesto
[x] Old Less Than Jake over new Less Than Jake
[ ] You know how to skank
[ ] You shop at thrift stores
[ ] You don't have any money/job
[ ] You don't care
[ ] You play a brass instrument
[x] dance in front of people
Total: 2

the one(s) that you have the most put as headline

1. I've come to realize that my ex...
and I were in a much too intense relationship, & I want a much lighter one next.

2. I am listening to...
my dad's football show

3. I talk...
about everything

4. I love...
My friends and family

5. My best friend...
Is emo lately, & I wish I could cheer her up.

6. My first real kiss...
Had way too much tongue.

7. I lost my virginity...
Never

8. I hate it when people.....
Degrade themselves &/or compare themselves to me

9. Love is...
Hard, but supposedly worth it.

10. Marriage is...
Hopefully long-lasting

11. Somewhere, someone is thinking...
About kissing

12. I'll always...
try & be true to myself

13. I have a secret crush on...
haha, not so secret.

14. The last time I cried was because...
I was talking at my last musical hands ever

15. My cell phone...
is on pretty much nonstop (although usually silenced)

16. When I wake up in the morning...
I try to go back to sleep.

17. Before I go to sleep at night...
I think about someone special, so as to prompt dreams

18. Right now I am thinking about...
how cold it is in my house, & how much I want to kiss him.

19. Babies are...
freakin' adorable

20. I get on myspace...
because I'm totally addicted.

21. Today I...
Got propositioned. Twice.

22. Tonight I will...
Neglect my homework, stay on Myspace, & chicken out

23. Tomorrow I will...
Hit on boys & get out of school early! Heck yes I will.

24. I really want...
action lol

25. The person who is most likely to repost this is...
You! =)

Welcome to the 2006 Holiday Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends! You know the drill. Highlight, copy, and paste (not forward) and change my answers to your answers. Enjoy! Everyone has time for a few moments of fun! Don't be a scrooge!

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Hot Chocolate, only cause I've never had egg nog

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Sets them under the tree-- the elves wrap them

3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
Colored

4. Do you hang mistletoe?
not at my house

5. Ever been kissed under mistletoe?
mhm ;)

6. When do you put your decorations up?
The weekend after Dec. 3rd (bro's bday)

7. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?


8. Turkey or Ham?
Honeyed ham

9. Favorite Holiday memory as a child:
Our HUGE family parties of like 100 people, everyone singing carols.

10. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
Wow, I dunno. I remember catching my parents putting gifts under the tree once, but I dunno how old I was.

11. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
Yeah; we do a white elephant grab bag, and it's always really dramatic because everyone angles for the same gift.

12. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
Lights & ornaments-- we have everything from barbie to disney to baseball to heirlooms.

13. Do you get a Fake or Real cut it yourself christmas tree?
real

14. Snow: Love it or Dread it?
Loves it! before it turns into Chicago snow, that is.

15. Snowball fights or sledding?
Ooh, I dunno. I love them both! But not snowball fights with PG; he uses ice.

16. Can you ice skate?
I can do some basic tricks.

17. Do you remember your favorite gift?
Well, I can't really remember a favorite... this year's is pretty good: it's a trip to Disney World.

18. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?
Family, because I spend the entire season with them.

19. What is your favorite holiday smell?
cinnamon & peppermint

20. Do you like hanging around the fireplace because it's warm?
Somewhat, but a) I don't have one, and b) they get pretty hot really fast

21. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?
Oooh...

22. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Family party! Or going downtown & eating breakfast under the tree at Marshall Field's Macy's.

23. What tops your tree?
A kind of decrepit angel

24. Which do you prefer: giving or receiving?
giving; it's more creative

25. Do you enjoy going downtown shopping?
oh yeah, it's awesome. My sister & I have trained my brother & male cousins how to shop for Burberry, Coach, & Louis Vuitton bwahaha.

26. What is your favorite Christmas/Holiday Song?
Well, right now holiday is "What are you doing New Year's Eve?" ... Christmas is probably "Angels we have heard on high"

27. How do you feel about Christmas movies?
I like them, although I haven't seen most of the classics.

28. Carolers: do you or do you not listen to them?
Psh, I am one!

29. Go to someone else's house or they come to you?
We go to my aunt & uncle's for Christmas Eve, & then to my Grandparents &/or other aunt & uncle's on the day.

30. Do you read the Christmas Story the night before Christmas?
No, we usually read a skit. My great aunt finds a Christmasy skit (she's a teacher) and gives everyone a part & a script, usually with some kind of hat for costuming. And we all sit around the living room & read through it, then sing carols. It's amazing, it really is.

31.Candy Canes: Yuck or Yum?
Addicting!

I am sooooooooooo lame without my chick friends. Like, seriously. Boys are great & all, but God made girls codependent friends for a reason! Blarg.
To wit: it was so weird with everyone gone today... everything felt a little bit off kilter. Hope y'all're havin' fun up in yonder trees! That's right, Southern AND Western talk... it's Southwestern.

In other news, "to wit" is my new favorite phrase. So is "sexual num-nums." Actually, pretty much any kind of num-nums is good. :D

Crazy!boy: wanna see my website?
Crazy!me: sure
Crazy!boy: [link] i had to make it for english, so that is one of my papers. [Insert talk about purpose for paper, pictures, time taken to make it, etc]
Crazy!me: fun stuff. i like the blue trees.
Crazy!me: incidentally, i have very little attention span whatsoever.

She allows herself to be caught and held for a little while, because she knows he will always let her go when she needs to be free.

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instant Rent song! hehehe

the Ham (23% dark, 46% spontaneous, 26% vulgar)

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T-fest was amazing. The only downside: not a good selection of workshops. Plus, I've never been surrounded by so many attractive guys and positively known that I don't have a chance with any of them.

"Remember girls, most of the good ones aren't looking at you; they're too busy looking at Tyler."
"Hey Tyler, know how I know you're gay? Because you were face-first in a bush and you walked away!"
"Oops, looks like Boner Boy forgot to tuck it in!"
I love my drama teachers. Momma Street and PG-13, woot woot!

On the other hand, this weekend was a fuckfest of crass conduct and confusing signals and wrong turns. Will you please stop dicking around?! Quit pushing the limits! Make up your mind and keep it that way. Because in the end it'll be me who ends up hurting.



God, am I sick of you!

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last week I signed my organ donor card (28 points). In September colorme_crazy and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In January I didn't flush (-1 points). Last Saturday I helped horoskope88 across the street (6 points). In October I caught a purse-snatcher who stole roseybeth612's purse (30 points). Overall, I've been nice (13 points). For Christmas I deserve an Easy-Bake Oven! Sincerely, big_dreaming_k

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ha ha.


This week has been so crappy. I'm learning new levels of crap every day.
Shouldn't this have all happened a month ago? I mean, I've never been dumped before, but isn't that usually how things go? You're supposed to be depressed & missing them right after the fact, then get over it with time. Not be numb for the first month, then crash land in Hell for the next.

December's growing old.

I hate being alone for the holidays. Meh, at least I won't have to worry about hickeys at the holiday party this year.

I dropped him outside the door in hypnosis today.
Do you know what happened when I came back?
I picked him right back up again, and we walked up the stairs together.
My unconscious mind is just as unwilling to let go as I am. That isn't helping things.

I guess I just can't believe it all happened. It was all too surreal.

I really suck at this "just friends" thing.


God damn, but boys suck.



ETA: Words of wisdom from Amy, yesterday's birthday girl:

"What is life about?

Life is about those awkward moments where you just start to laugh cause you don't know what else to do. It's about acting like you're 7 when you're really 16. flirting with that special someone. It's about those moments where you just enjoy life for everything that it is. It's about that first love you will never forget. That one friend you know will always be around no matter how badly you screw up. Those certain friends who can make you laugh no matter how sad you are. Those parents who you hate at times, but who love you so much. Those childhood loves. It's about those jokes on the popsicle sticks. And of course those random facts under the snapple caps. It's about wondering if you just walked past the person you're going to marry. Or wondering where you'll be in 20 years. Life is wishing nothing would change... but change is always occurring. It's about endings and new beginnings. smiles and frowns. It's about stupid hand shakes that make you feel cool. Inside jokes with friends that people will never understand. It's staying up to watch the sun rise. It's smiling because you just feel like you have to. Laughing til it hurts, and then laughing some more. Laughing to the point where you don't hear anything, because you can't breathe.
Life is love and laughter."

Cue the collective "awww..".

I ranted myself out on MySpace; I won't spam it here too. But hey, you-know-whos: check it. I'm still miffed.
( ETA: the blogs are down, and I'm back into a bitchy mood. So, lucky you. )
Yeah. It may be Thanksgiving, but I'm nowhere near thankful for how you made me feel. Don't expect much interaction these next few days; I'm not in the mood to pretend to shrug it off.

I really wish I could go to Blue Lake. Their Theater Program sounds so amazing. If only I had an extra grand lying about... unless by some miracle I'd qualify for scholarship. It sucks that the only summer I can still do this is also the only summer I can go to France. I'm about a thousand short of having it both ways. Damn.

Happy Turkey Day, all. What are you thankful for?

...Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing
Then beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou went there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, supposed
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.



The Beauty of the Rain
by Dar Williams
And you know the light is fading all too soon
You're just two umbrellas one late afternoon
You don't know the next thing you will say
This is your favorite kind of day
It has no walls
The beauty of the rain
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls
And there's nothing wrong but there is something more
And sometimes you wonder what you love her for
She says you've known her deepest fears
'Cause she's shown you a box of stained-glass tears
It can't be all
The truth about the rain
35
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls
But when she gave you more to find
You let her think she'd lost her mind
And that's all on you
Feeling helpless if she asked for help
Or scared you'd have to change yourself
And you can't deny this room will keep you warm
You can look out of your window at the storm
But you watch the phone and hope it rings
You'll take her any way she sings
Or how she calls
The beauty of the rain
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls
How it falls, how it falls, how it falls

♥
I don't believe
In the smile that you leave
When you walk away
And say "goodbye"
Well I don't expect
The world to move underneath me
But for God's sake
Could you try?
I know that you're true to me
You're always there
You say you care
I know that you want to be mine

I don't understand
Your love is so cold
It's always me that's reaching out
For your hand
And I've always dreamed
That love would be effortless
Like a petal fallin' to the ground
A dreamer followin' his dream

It seems so much is left unsaid
So much is left unsaid
But you can say anything
Oh, anytime you need
Baby, it's just you and me

Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
And that's all I'm asking for
Where is your heart?
♥



It's almost December. Two mess-ups, no time to get it right. I'm just stumbling all over the place, it seems.
God, I wish it had worked out.

I have so much to do, so little drive to do it. Surprisingly, only one B, one high C. It's a bit miraculous, I'm telling you.

Andy, I'm praying. Harder than I've ever prayed. It'll be okay... right? It has to be.

My nerves are fraying at the tethers. Crying doesn't seem so far off, anymore. Neither does scaring.
Funny, I started one to replace the other.

You're not working anymore. I hope you have a plan B.

:: Let’s get those teen hearts beating.
Faster, faster! ::


My jaw grips like a vise, pressure and pleasure and pain building until the epiphany.
My knuckles will be bruised in the morning, blooming with those perfect cresent shapes frustration makes.


:: Talk to the mirror, choke back tears, and keep telling yourself, "I’m a diva" ::

You're nothing now. And so is she.

I thought I threw romance and heartbreak away with his summer letters. Turns out they're still stashed behind my headboard. In that mesh bag, because hiding them away doesn't mean I can stop them from leaking into my dreams.

I should stop encouraging myself. It's not getting any better when I refuse to let go.

:: Have you ever been alone in a crowded room? ::
I miss choosing to be alone.
:: I said the world could be burning down... ::

Hairspray stings like a poison when it's injected into your veins. But how else will I get it raised?
If my best friend was a tattoo artist, I'd never be healed. 'Just one more, just one.' It'd be such an addiction.


"In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing.
We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone.
We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves."
I need to read Shampoo Planet.




I wanted to be your perfect sunrise. All my smiles are falling short, somehow.

*sigh* being emo is hard work, dammit. I'm so tired of it.
*hums* "here's a beta, there's a beta, and another little beta, sleepy beta, whiney beta, beta beta slash..." now the tune's stuck in my head.

So, the DDA is going well. still no DI script to speak of. Orchesis auds were overly simple, & fun; look Ma, no nerves!

these odd little bugs keep popping up on my computer screen once I turn all the lights off; I'd think I was imagining things if they didn't squish so realistically.

OW. i think one just BIT me! stupid phantom bugs...

so, apparently, my school has had it's own Phantom Eric... two of them, at different points in time. One was a kid who ran away from home, & the other was a homeless guy. Both lived in the auditorium catwalks. creepy, no? like PoTO, only without the singing, and the murders, and the Fabio-esque Raoul. "after them, snowflake! ride like the beautiful and poetic winter wind, which bestirs the snow drifts as Christine's love stirs my... hey, is that a lasso? ZOMFGWTFBBQ!1!!"

... I really have no idea what's going on in my head.
but you totally know Raoul would use netspeak.

ladeeda... anywho, Homecoming was pretty fun. LOVED my dress & the way Sam did my hair. I'd dress like that again in an instant, even with the killer heels that made my feet go numb. I really need to get back into the habit of heels... need taller boys. but, mhm, I hope to have my camera developed by this weekend, so not only with Homecoming pics be up, but ones of Disney Princesses on Ice. Yes, I went with my 20 yr. old sister. and yes, we had a blast. we always used to go to ice shows as kids, only at this one we could buy souvenirs and give the 7 Dwarves mental disorders. there were so many little girls dressed up as princesses, it was so cute. next time, Alaina's going to wear her big yellow prom dress; consider it an experiment: how many kids will think she's Belle in a three-hour time period? My guess is, a whole lot. I mean, she wore an all-pink outfit out with her friends once, and a little girl thought she was Barbie.

new lyrics for my walls, both SoCo songs. First, "GLobes and Maps," because that song came on today & I got depressed when I realized that I've found yet another song to apply to him. Likewise, "This Broken Heart" will find a place over the paint, for the same reasons. I think I'm running out of room...

is there some unwritten rule that says everything, whether brains or computers or fax machines, stops working past 11 PM? Because I think it was created just to annoy me. and no, I'm not actually faxing anything; I'm not even sure I own a fax machine.

so my dad went to the meeting for the french tip, & when he got home he joked that I couldn't go because I wouldn't be able to communicate. He didn't give his reason flat-out, just acted all grave about it. I nearly threw a spaz. my response to the joke? "even if you had been serious, I'm going; nothing will stop me." because this trip will be SO EFFIN COOL DUDE.
...yeah, ignore that.

lalala... Homecoming in two days! I'm currently watching Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights for hair inspiration; I want something sort of 50s, to go with my dress.



oh, and, Gay penguin, gay no more.
That's interesting...

my car's battery died. It was chaotic; thankfully, I think we'll have it fixed by tomorrow.

Or would they be too busy laughing to say a word, instead?

( If you click me, all your wildest dreams will come true... )

In other news:

There were forty-seven paths to patience listed in Ye Magical Routes To Contentment, Riches, and Other Moste Excellent Thingies, but the Incundneat Galdorcraeft (Appendix C: Patience Perfected) endorsed only three. “I am not doing anything that involves women’s underwear,” Sirius told James in emphatic terms.

“So,” James said, peering over Sirius’ shoulder. “That leaves pot and yoga.” He looked sideways at his best friend. “You’ve tried pot, mate. All it does is make you quote poetry and scare the house-elves when you make a kitchen run.”

“Yoga then?” asked Sirius, looking confused.

“Yeah.” James squinted thoughtfully. “What is it, d’you suppose?”

Sirius shrugged. “Sounds purple and sticky,” he said. “There might be pudding involved.”

I love you, ye writers of prankstersguide. You make me "aww" and "squee" and laugh hysterically, all at once. It's an interesting experience.

So I've made myself a new friend. Aren't you proud? and I think, I think he used to play football? hmm... but friend, first & foremost.

ladeeda... off to scarf down some chocolate. Adios.

PS: FILL. IT. OUT. (see above for clarification). Yes, that means YOU.

"Apparently, the deans and teachers of DGN, and maybe other schools too, have been going onto MySpace to nail students for any "activites" they think parents should know about. If they find pictures/stories of illegal happenings, they will print them out and give copies to the student's parents."

How I wish this was a hoax. Nothing's safe anymore; first, they'd find notes & read them. Then they started searching lockers randomly. Now, they've infiltrated the internet. God, privacy has been completely obliverated from public schools.

Anyone else feel as violated as I do? I mean, I don't have anything truly incriminating on myspace; the only thing I might be worried about is on depression & cutting, and guidance already has that in my folder. Makes them treat me carefully, heh.

But, God, it feels as invasive as reading a diary (which they'll do, if someone is stupid enough to bring one to school & forget it) or raiding our bedrooms. Yes, the internet is technically public domain, but it's still an invasion of privacy. And it bugs me that they're so obsessive about it, and that by law, we have very little grounds to protest it. Yes, calling parents is better than calling the cops, but then again, the school has a police counselor who is probably involved in the process, so the cops are alerted anyway. One girl's already been suspended from the tennis team (and will probably be suspended from Homecoming court, too) because she posted pictures of herself drunk.
ETA: false alarm. But it's a bittersweet alarm, because a friend of mine actually did get in trouble from the administration because there were pics of him high on his friend's space.
Yeah, it's stupid to post those and not expect people to see them, but you don't expect your dean and parents to be checking.

For now, at least, I think they're only checking the rumored/known "trouble makers." But, God, if we can't have our own place to socialize and tell the truth without worrying about eavesdropping adults, what are we supposed to do instead? Because some things adults can't understand, and are better left unknown to them.

*sigh* school sucks.

So, in happier news, Tyler's taken it upon himself to find me a homecoming date. Because he couldn't believe that no one has asked me yet. I don't know if I actually want him to hook me up; I want to go with the group, but things'll get weird. And plus, I don't really know the guys he's thinking of. I don't know... we'll see on Monday.

off to make new friends. Because I'd like to think I do that pretty nicely. toodles.

*sigh*
I'm very tired. And kind of irritable. And resenting being told what to do, no matter how small a thing. And I'm not liking how the internet doesn't allow for real emotion, because I'm not in the mood to try & explain to Eric that I'm pretty indifferent to whether or not he and the chick in his dorm are dating.

Why am I in such an irritable mood all of a sudden? I was really happy after callbacks (think I did really well; elab later maybe), and then I had dance & worked on tech because only two of us showed up for the class. And I stuck a left double, finally. Now all I have to do is stick the right one...

So, I picked the song I'm choreographing to for Orchesis (which starts in two weeks, yay): Rescued, by JM. I listened to it on repeat for a solid hour, mostly throwing random moves about in combos. just messing around, for now.

*yawn* not really in a mood to post. night, all.