You Gotta Love Jene

Yes. You have to. Or I, personally, will come and beat you up. I will smack you, I will throw things at your head, I will twist your arms until you scream in pain. Yes. Y-E-S.

Jené is a cool bean.


I drew this for her. It says, "You're given a flower, but I guess that there's just no pleasing you." Jené is eating flowers. The rest of us are cowering in fear...and spazzing. We are yelling, "AHH! Jene! Don't Hurt Us! Please!"

--Scottie: She's Drawing A Lot Lately

Wha-at?

It says "byootIful aRTwoRk For a fRiENd:"
Incase you can't read it.

Yes, well, I drew this for the lightbulb headed, profile reading, gardening whore who I like to call my friend.

Here you go!

--Scottie: In memory of her sanity

"We All Have A Face That We Hide Away" - Billy Joel

Here you go. This is my latest drawing project. I realize that I suck at drawing, but I really like this picture, the meaning, all that jazz.



I tried to make every piece of the picture generic in itself so that it could be interpreted by anyone in a way relevant to a situation they've experienced. I have no clue if I have accomnplished this, but maybe I did.

I really wanted to express that nobody is truly what they might seem to be. We all have masks so that we may appear a different way before different audiences. We feel like we are always the one under the spolight and we have to behave perfectly as the role we are playing. The voices of the millions (The people you talk about when you say 'they say this' or 'they'll think this') are telling you what to do. You follow their orders. You play the role that they are telling you that you need to play.

I think I summed it up, but I could have missed a lot of stuff. Please tell me what you think of this and what it might mean to you.

--Scottie: She's No Artist

The White Stripes Are Everywhere.

I wish it would rain. I love the rain. Especially when I am depressed.
That way, if I cry, nobody can tell. Nobody would know.
That way, nobody would have something else to criticize.
That way, nobody could point to me and tell me I'm weak.

Maybe I should ignore the sadness. Maybe?

The White Stripes say it all best. I'm going to use quotes from all of their songs. I think it works.

"You think not telling is the same as not lying, don't you?
Then I guess not feeling is the same as not crying to you." - Red Rain

Should I just forget feeling sad and pretend it never happened? But then wouldn't it just build up? Wouldn't I just snap? Wont I anyway?
"So now you're mad and denying the truth." - The Denial Twist

I wish I had more people to talk to. Really. I know most of the time I am horrible and cruel to everyone outside of my circle of friends, but at times like this, I just wish I had more of a selection of people to talk to. I can't get in touch with so many of the people I want to talk to at this time of night, and I want some kind of input on this. So for you all who are there, I appreciate it. I appreciate you letting me come and whine to you about how my life sucks.

"I get my friend when I need one
I need someone to be one
I take anybody I can get
And sometimes I wanna call you
And I feel like a pet
And I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet" -I'm Lonely(But I Ain't That Lonely Yet)

Well, I am too tired to type anything else, so I'll probably post again tomorrow.

"In the morning
When I'm standing in the red, red rain."

--Scottie: Don't Count On It.

It's Goin' Down Tonight In This Town

Oh yeah. Worthy of a Distillers' song lyric for a title, this blog is about the NYC trip!

Hurrah! So I actually didn't bother getting up at 5:30 to be on time for the bus. What I minded was getting home at one in the morning the next day. I definitely think the trip would have been triple the fun if we'd stayed over night. Oh my gosh. I love New York City. I used to be, like, "Ew, what's so special?" But do you know what? Now it's like, "Ew, why do I live so small-townie?" But I think that if I lived in NYC after living in Linthicum for seven years (Two when I was a baby, but I don't remember that), and before that in Harrogate North Yorkshire for five, I would die. The city life would kill me. It would be fun while I was alive, but yeah. I'm too used to the little "Mystic Pizza-we-don't-let-a-clock-run-our-lives" thing by now.

So I'm not going to go into too much detail, but let me just start off my account of the trip with what I bought. :) I got a big frappuccino at Starbucks.....that might not count. I got a $25.00 Snow White purse from the Disney Store, an $18.00 lip gloss/booster/healer thing from Sephora, and a $10.00 film-marker from a random shop. I'm excited. I got great pictures too.

I have a picture of myself with Cinderella, Cruella de Ville, Gepetto, and Pinnochio! Then, also in the Disney Store, I have a picture of me wearing these springy things on my head and they have Mickey Mouse head with pink princess hats on them....I'll post another blog later on when I can upload pictures so you can see all of this.

I saw a girl getting arrested for shoplifting from Sephora while we were on our way to take a picture at the Time Square Information Center where Harvey Levon stands on The People's Court. It was exciting. Then we ate at this Deli place, and the portions were a ridiculously large size. Geez. I didn't even get halfway though my burger. It was pretty good, though.

The bus ride back was pretty funny. Erin and I played 10 fingers and Would-You-Rather. I SUCK at both of them. It took up a good amount of time, though. As did listening to that one line of the P!ATD song "But It's Better If You Do" Where he goes, "peach...and lime.......daiquiri." We just played that line over and over. It's been stuck in my head F-O-R-E-V-E-R! Whatever. At least it's good.

Other News: I went to see Claire's recital. It was fabulous! I really enjoyed it. She did a very good job, in my opinion. There was an obnoxious kid behind me asking his parents for snacks other than goldfish the whole time. It was like, "AHHH! SHUT UP, INFANT!" But he NEVER did. And while they were switching on and off stage at one point he just yelled, "I HAVE TO PEE!" And I was like, Woah, kid. Keep it down, right? Agh. Whatever.


Right-o, so that's a brief update of my recent life. I would go into more details, but I am still tired. I haven't gotten much sleep lately. I got home at anout 11:15 pm Friday, fell asleep at around midnight, and had to wake up for the NYC trip at 5:30. We got home from that at about 1:00 am I think it was. I'm not sure. Anyway, I had to get up this morning at 7:30, so I have gotten about 10-12 hours of sleep for two days. I mean, it isn't an indecently small amount of time, but I haven't recovered from the exhaustion of walking around New York City!

--Scottie: We're waiting at the door where everybody's hanging out just like they hung out before....to give you something to go on when I go out back to the Middle of Nowhere...

Funeral Party--And My Update

"Our notes, we've laced them
With arsenic and strychnine.
Please, my dear, do RSVP."

Right, so I have my rough draft of a poem spaced out through this post. It pretty much sucks compared to other things I have, but I like it anyway. My crappy not-so-much-rhymes and probably-incorrect French come into play, so that is your "heads up!"

"The service begins tonight--ce soir.
We're locking our doors, don't be late, mon amour.
I do hope I'll see you
Stop by, speak to us.
Join the festivities
In this juncture of the Incubus."

Yeah, the carnival was pretty much awesome. I wish some more people could have come with me, but c'est la vie! I'm sorry the John-meister had to miss it, but he did a great job in the play! Hurrah! And I bought him cotton candy. Oh yes. Then I smushed it into my bag to get onto the ferris wheel. So the cotton candy thing was much better in theory than in actual execution. Sadly.

I can't wait for the carnival to come again! YAY! This was much better then the ones they used to have. Much better rides. Oh, and Linthicum day! When is that?! It'll be sooo exciting! I have to get another henna tattoo. That was pretty funny. My arm said "Guy" for months. Maybe I shouldn't get the fried dough, though. It always makes me sick. Which is sad, because SOMEONE needs to support the boy scouts.....even if all they do is wear knee socks and sit under trees gluing rocks together.....Thanks to Amy Sherman-Palladino on that boy scout reference. It's great. Well, I know that she will never actually read my blog, but I think it's right to credit her anyway.

"I bid that you try
To acquaint yourself
With my guests
Revolting and rotting,
As they are corpses.
This, for the weak stomached."

I got more pictures and posters for my wall! Mostly they suck and I wont really use them where you can see them, but they cover up the hideous pink of the walls... That's pretty much all I have to say about that.

Is anyone else psyched about the end of school? For the summer? I've never liked Alice Cooper so much! "Schoooools out...for...summer! Schoooools out....for.....ever!" Great song. I hate the back to school commercials where he is wearing all of his makeup and being all, dad-shopping-for-school-supplies-at-office-depot-thing. It's disturbing. Far beyond the level of disturbing Gerard Way has reached.

Maybe you don't know what I am talking about. But you don't need to! That's what is GREAT about meee!

"The majestic gore,
Oh! The palatial irony.
A network of paradoxes
For your cretin's idiocy."
-MRS '06


So anywho, I am trying ot think of anything else I am forgetting to say! Hmm.... My Pear + Chick sign seemed comprehensible enough at the play, so I don't think I need to explain it.....Well, whatever!

My recital was Sunday (Mother's Day, naturally) and it was super fun! I am definitely doing that next year. I love the stage. I can't wait for our school musical! Mrs. Cardall said she may move it to the fall and the fall show to the spring. Either way I want to try out for the musical. And either way, I still have to sing at that Tea at the Grill thing or whatever. "Angel of Music" "Adelaide's Lament" and then Vicki's part of the "As You Like It" monologue. Well, that isn't singing, but whatever. It will be.......I don't know. Not really fun.
Right. I think that is it.

-Tell me what you think of the "Funeral Party." It isn't finished, what I have here is hardly the preamble to the actual story-line of the poem, but it's a work in progress so it needs help.

--Scottie: Mary.

The Afterthought

Okay, so this is hardly even deserving of a post, but I thought I should mention it. Today, I had to see the horrible and grotesque faces of the two people in the world that I truly hate. I am not going to tell you who they are unless you ask, and if you do, you obviously haven't known me for that long.

Anyway, that certain porcupine head looks just the same, if not gay-er, and racist-man is just wearing baggier clothes that make him look like an obese person who lost weight to fast and is carrying around extra skin.

Do my descriptions disgust you? I hope so. They should. I just hope I don't have to see them at the carnival. Wait, no. I hope I DO see them there and get to blow their brains out in an argument.

That was pretty much my favorite thing to do last year. Seeing as they had no legitimate complaints or concerns aside from the fact they didn't like my style, it was easy and fun to be victorious in any argument they spurred. It was at least one per day.

Oh well. It'll be all the more satisfying if they aren't even baited and just jump like they used to, so I might just look forward to that.

If anybody is interested in going to the carnival, tell me! I'll give you all the information you need!

--Scottie: She's Really Going To Stop Typing Now.

And This Little Piggy Went To Bio

Yes. That day has arrived. The one that we'd hoped would never come.

*horror movie scream*

The day we cut open infant swine!

*dramatic music*

Sure, the Honors class got to watch Finding Nemo and March of the Penguins before we came to this, but still. The horror stories we heard from the regular classes were awful!

Anyway, we go in, and there they are. Four little piggies in four little baggies. Our group consists of Jenni, Sarah Belk, Maeve, Claire, and Myself. Jenni and Sarah are all, "Yay! I'll wear the gloves!" And Claire and I are all, "AAAHHH!" Maeve was just kind of, "Eh."

The only thing that got me through that formaldehyde-soaked hell was Claire's idea to sing to ourselves and mutter one phrase continuously. "If it wasn't this, it would just be bacon. If it wasn't this, it would just be bacon. &c." The intestines and liver and stuff was interesting, but when they broke the ribs and went for the heart, I couldn't watch anymore. So I'm okay now. Don't worry. But come Thursday, you never know. For that is when they bring out......the same exact pigs they had out today!

--Scottie: Lying on the table with everything you said...