i don't get it

what else is new?

triangulated.

shake the floorboards and make the walls tremble

deconstruct before you totally destroy it
because if you take down love with you,
make it as easy and detatched as you can.

the wood is leaking and our foundation is failing.
captain, i'm sinking
captain, we're sinking

if it wasn't what we believed
then let it go down.
let it crash and sink
so suddenly.

the same as every story,
our love goes down with the ship.
the captain went under
there is nobody to save us?
there is nothing to save me

---MRS 12/13/07


I know I usually don't put my weird freaky stuff like this on this blog, but I already posted another one on the Dancing Through Sunday blog today.

---s.

peel back your skin

200. My name is: Mary Rebecca

199. I was born on: February 5, 1992

198. I am a: Arab. for real.

197. My hair colors are: Brown. And Blonde. Alicia calls me a cheesecake.

196. My eyes are: Brown

195. My shoe size is: 9

194. My ring size is: 8 and a half. School rings for the win!

193. My pant size is: HEY! RUDE, MUCH--No, it's like, 10 or something.

192. My height is: 5' 3" ONE INCH TALLER

191. I am allergic to: Kiwis and chalkdust and poison ivy and boys.

190. I live in: A farm house.

189. The last book i read: The Scarlet Letter

188. My bed is: A double.

187. One thing I know for sure about the opposite sex: They're cootie-covered quite often.

186. I am glad I'm my sex because: .......................Um...

184. My best friends are: Erin, Jene, David, Brendan, Laura, Nick, JESS, Guy(he was there last time...)

181. Three things I can never resist are: 1. "That's What She Said" jokes. 2. Fibre optics. 3. Bright accessories.

179. My favorite pajamas are: Sweatpants and a cami. Still.

178. A perfect kiss is: Well, I assume it's perfect.

176. Last song that made me cry was: "Unforgettable"- Nat King Cole.

173. I could not live without: Arizona tea.

172. My most treasured possession is: Probably my haiti box and its contents.

170. What did you do last night: Woah. I was studying for exams last time I did this survey... and I studied for exams last night too.

169. The funniest quote I know is: There are so many... Let's go with "

168. The quote that sums it all up for me is: "Every day, you've gotta wake up and be yourself. Even if you suck. Especially if you suck. Because nobody else sucks like you suck." - Patrick Stump OH AND space heater

167. My skin's reaction to the sun is (tan/burn): Tan

166. I do/don't believe in love: Not really...?

142. Love at first sight?: No

141. Luck?: No

140. Fate?: No

139. God?: Yes

138. Aliens?: No

137. Heaven?: Yes

136. Hell?: Yes

135. Ghosts?: Yes

134. Horoscopes?: No

133. Soul Mates?: Maybe

-Which is Better?-

129. Hugs or Kisses: Hugs.

127. Phone or Online: The Phone.

126. Girls/Guys with/without Hats: I don't really care. If it's a neato hat, go for it.

125. Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes

122. Short or tall girls/guys: Talllll.

120. Night or Day: Night for the win

119. Oranges or Apples: Apples

118. Short or long hair: Short. I have boy hair.

-Here's What I Think About... -

116. Abortion?: Absolutely horrible

115. Backstabbers?: Weenies. Too many of them too.

110. School?: Death?

109. America?: I am America (And So Can You)!

107. Love?: um. tricky.

106. Friends before Love?: Of course.

-last time I...-

105. Took a shower: This morn.

104. Talked on the phone: Um...Rocky called me about 30 minutes ago.

102. Hugged someone: Goodness. I don't know. Probably Tuesday or something.

101. Seen someone I haven't seen in a while: It will be boxing day. :D

91. I always ask: Why questions 100-92 are missing. :(

90. The ditziest person I know: The Sass Queen.

89. The one person who makes me laugh the most is: Laura T.

88. Which celebrity or famous person are you in love with? Milo Ventimiglia

87. Byebye 87.

83. The last movie I saw in the theater was: I don't remember. Soon to be Sweeny Todd though.

82. The thing I dont understand is: What Pete whispers 36 seconds into "Dance, Dance"

80. The most unsatisfactory answer I've ever received is?: Nvm. It's worse than the whole word.

79. The one thing I love about the opposite sex is: (Heheh last time I wrote that I loved how they were always confused. wtf?) The ones with pretty eyes are nice...I don't actually know, though.

78. This week I am: Stalking Fall Out Boy Boardies. I have lists.

76. This summer vacation I am: I don't know. It is kind of months away.

75. Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My roooom.

74. The thing that I'm looking forward to the most: Music video making. I need COSTUMES.

73. Tomorrow: I am going to Jene's house. :D she doesn't know yet.

72. Today: sleeep.

71. Next Summer: tea parties. i dont know.

70. Next Week: CHRISTMAS FOOL!!!!!

67. People call me: Scottie.

66. The person who I talk to the most on the phone is: Erin and Jené

64. The person I have been friends with the longest is: Erin and Laura T.

62. The person who knows the most about me is: Jesus. And probably David.

61. The person/people who can read me the best is/are: Oh goodness. Jene and Brendan probably.

60. The most difficult thing to do is? Use a Magic Eraser.

59. I have/have not gotten a speeding ticket? Waffle Fries

58. I have the following siblings: Conor.

57. My favorite people are: Bill Becks, Erin and Laura, Jene and David, Brendan, Nick and Jesus

56. My zodiac sign is: Aquarius

55. The first person I thought/think I was/am in love with was/is: I don't love anyone.

53. The one person I am hiding things from is: MikePatin. So...nobody.

52. The person I find myself spilling my guts to is: My blog and David.

51. Right now I am talking to: NICKLYLE

48. I have a job at: Flynn & O'Hara

47. I have these pets: Three Tibbies and a Black Smoke and White Norweigan Forest Cat.

46. I wish I was: Pretty and smart.

45. The worst sound in the world is?: Julie Winpisinger. and metal scraping.

44. The person that makes me cry the most is: I don't know.

43. shoulder to cry on is: My pillow. :D

39. My boy/girlfriend is: _______________.

34. My favorite state?: Wisconsin. :)

33. My favorite piece of clothing is: My sweatpants. all of them.

32. My favorite sport to play is: Debating.

29. What am wearing right now is: shorts and a tank top.

28. The school I go to is: Mount de Sales

27. The last person I pissed off was: I dunno.

26. My worst drinking experience was: _______________.

24. The last movie I watched was: Santa Claus conquers the martians.

22. The all-time best movie is: The Green Mile

21. The all-time best thing in the world is: Music.

19. The most annoying thing ever is: Pigs and Backstabbers.

17. I lose all respect for people who: Have no shame or self-respect.

16. The movies I have cried at are: The Fox and the Hound and Mother Goose(That was out of fear, though.)

11. The worst pain I was ever in was: When the dentist doing the filling forgot the novacain. Emotionally, though, probably a couple weeks ago. I don't feel like describing now but you may ask.

10. My favorite phrases: Hoohah. Fail. tbh. ftw. tbqh. gtfo. trick is not amused.

9. My room is full of: crap and cds.

8. My favorite celebrity is: TRICK.

7. My favorite cliche is?: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

6. My downfall is?: I have no idea what this means.

5. My weakness is?: Kryptonite itself.

4. What turns me on is? I dunno.

3. I want this to end?: mhmm.

2. I filled out 200 questions because?: No I didn't some were missing.

1. Was it fun?: Sort of not.

The least I could do was take it back

all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks


Sorry, Everyone, for being a drag lately.

It's better now though. I sort of really hope this fulfills a lot of our internal drama quota for the year. It was so confusing. I still don't know what happened.

But I never know what is going on. So it isn't so different.


Meanwhile, I feel absolutely insane. Like I am about to bounce off of a wall that's nowhere near me.

Look. I can't even put together decent sentence things.

&&I think:

Even though nothing is really totally resolved or clear at all, people are, for the most part, okay with it. Well, regarding what I am concerned with. I could really care less about other people's problems outside of my packof friends. (Pack? Why did I say Pack? Edward ftw.)

If Nick or Jene happen to read this...do you remember way way way back when, like, Freshman year, when I made that survey?
I put it on here somewhere. I want to find it. And re-do it.

ok. I found it. But it's long...so...tomorrow.

------scottie:i'm tired of being a poor cliche.

selfish

much?

I Could Write It Better Than You Ever Felt It::My Pen Is The Barrel Of A Gun

To anybody who people said couldn't make it:

I felt bad, again, not having anything to write about. But I was thinking a little. Just a little. And I am glad that I didn't have much to write about. I realized that what I used to write about all the time was teen-drama, car crash hearts, and things. I wonder why I wrote it, though. I don't know if I thought I would fix things or not, but I don't think I really did much of anything anyway. So I think I'll stop trying so hard to do something with it. It's petty, stupid stuff that I can't fix in a blog. Or in 45, if you are getting my refrences. Although, 45 makes sense, sort of, as "Fix me in 45" refers to therapy sessions. (That's generally the duration according to Peter in Rolling Stone.)

I've found the safest place to keep all of my mistakes.
Every dot com's refreshing for a journal update.
So long live the car crash hearts.
Lie on the couch 'til the poets come to life.
Fix me in 45.

Do you think he means that the car crash hearts are really poets and they just need a little help getting there? I was talking to somebody the other day about sad songs. I think there are a lot of sad songs because it's so much easier to put sadness, frustration, and general negativiity into words. It's easier to say when you aren't good or you're sad. (And I know I sound like a little kid, but I don't care.)

In that song, I feel like he is saying the same thing. He can keep all of his secrets and mistakes and everything he has experienced online so that everyone can see it and appreciate it, I guess. I mean, that's what I do, in a way. And if it's the story about a car crash heart, the poet inside of them can write it eloquently enough to put it online for everyone and maybe it will fix something. When he says "Lie on the couch 'til the poets come to life. Fix me in 45," it's saying that you kind of just have to wait around for that inspiration or whatever you hit you and then the poet inside will, uhh, come to life. Obviously.

I can take your problems away
With a nod and a wave
Of my hand
'Cause that's just the kind of boy that I am

(Well, I am not a boy, but...) I wish I could do that. I wish I was good enough to help people. To fix their problems that easily. I can't really do that, though. Not until I know what I am talking about. And that will never happen. But unless I know everything, I can't help people without "cry(ing) on the couch until the poets come to life."
"It's much easier not to know things sometimes. An to have french fries with your mom be enough." - Stephen Cbosky

The only thing I've haven't done yet is die
And it's me and my plus one at the afterlife
I mean, I'd phrase it differently, in my own words and all, but I like how they said it so much better. I feel bad for that.

Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards

The diehards are obviously people who have stuck with them. So, for the band, their fans, I guess. But for me, the diehards are the people who still read my blog after two years. And, of course, the ones who will continue to read it no matter how much it sucks.

So I didn't mean to analyze this song, but I kind of ended up doing that, didn't I? Hmm...well, maybe you will have a new appreciation of it. It isn't just about smashing critics and bandwagon fans if you think about it.

I guess my point was: I am glad I don't write much anymore. It means that there is less I am beaing eaten alive by. And my friends, too. It usually means they are doing okay.

I wrote the gospel on giving up.

We don't fight fair,
---Mary rebecca: Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand. Yeah, 'cause no one will ever feel like this again.

we're the new face of failure.


"I don't know. I just had a great day. I hope you did, too." - Charlie. :]

Pick up the moon?

are you nuts?

last night I saw a movie.

The days are gone
when he could tell you what he's fighting for
Mulligan goes to war

-------maryrebecca

Words of Wisdom for the Weary

I think I've changed my mind a little about that whole mask thing. Like, since I wrote that blog thing Monday on the ArmsofMisery blog.

I always said before that it was bad to wear a mask in front of people and I still think that, kind of. I still think people should be able to be only themselves all of the time and not be judged. However, I think that the way people use masks and the kinds of things the masquerade as define them and make them who they are.

Sometimes, I feel like you'd miss out on things if you were just being yourself. I can't really justify it. Just, in my experience, certain things wouldn't have happened to people if they weren't acting a little.

Of course I am not saying that you should try to be someone you aren't, but I think maybe it could be redefined. It's okay if you are pretending to be something you aren't because that might actually be who you are.

--Mary Rebecca. Your cover has been blown.

"time expires

we grow older
we missed our chance to love
slow down and watch the things that fly"

I am already terribly bored by this Thanksgiving break. I dislike Thanksgiving.

Turkey is gross.

Yes, I said it.

But the weather is delightful. I just can't enjoy it because i have so much crap to do.

Anyway.
I can't wait to see that Enchanted movie. It looks so cute.

Speaking of my disconnected train of thought, back to the weather. It's perfect for zombia movies and music videos. Hoorah. I'm afraid that if it rains, it will be too cold to film outside. And that would fail for my "Hurricane" video. Because it isn't cool if the people are shaking around all over the place.

"Gloria. We lied. We can't go on. This is the time and this is the place to be alive."

---maryrebecca. "don't let go. i wont let go. oh, please, you've gotta wake up. slow down and watch the things that fly."

so bring on the rain. bring on the thunder

fail. for the lose. blast. drat....phooey.
Somebody help me!!


I'm out of negative phrases! What will I do? And I'm out of things to write in my poem blog thing. Cause I think I've said it all before.
your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
I've seen this tree before. Didn't this all happen already? I remember being best friends with Jess, Jené, and Maeve then Jene drifted away and we all said, "No. We love her too much. We have to save her." Well now it's just a different army, don't you think? Don't get me wrong. I love Jene 578902 times more now and I want to help her 234059874 times more. But it's sort of different now because last time, this was my problem. Our problem, I guess. We needed to help her because a lot was going on. But now I'm not sure she needs our help as much anymore. Everyone has been so distant but is there really anything for anyone to do to make it better? Aside from us all hanging out and talking more, is there a lot that needs to be done?

Loneliness can't fix itself, but everything that stems off of it can. You just need to get rid of the loneliness, don't you?

maybe we're just being stupid
Hey, maybe we're being dumb
So hey now, maybe it's time that we stopped and we realize that like a flag in the wind we are one
And how at first it’s made so pure and lovely
But in battle can be torn to shreds
But with time and with patience and love and affection
Can be fixed with needle and thread
Because I love you and you love me
And nothing will make this leave





your eyes are the brightest of all the colors


------mary rebecca.
------------------"i can hear the memory in my ears. back to the years and all those tears but hear me when i say i'm glad we steered that way 'cause now we're here"

ps. ronald weasley doesn't like corn beef. why does his mother make it for him?

I swear I'll save you. I'd die without you.

I wish I had something to write about.
I am bored. And I have english stuff to do. I have to read and write a stupid response. And I have a quiz tomorrow. Ahhh.


Uhh, yeah. So once everything that's going on is out in the open, I can write a blog with an actual purpose. But until then, I am a secret-keeper and maybe a liar.

-----mary rebecca. i won't let the sea take you from me.

ps. check out my other blog. I update that a lot more. It's a little weirder to decipher, but if you must know what's going on, check it out. Although, it may confuse you since I do make a lot of refrences to older things i have written and if you haven't read those, the new stuff will make little so no sense.

You best stay pretty.....Marshall.

Mmm.
Farewell. :D

Tomorrow, If I am bored, I will put up pictures from Sleeping With Giants. I got some amazing ones of Bryce Avary, Gabe Saporta, and William Beckett.

They are all on my facebook.

My favorites:

mmmhm.

-----see into your brown eyes, turn into your brown eyes
scottie.

reds and yellows and blues

so i keep thinking of these things that i should put in my blog.
so here goes what i can remember.

i wrote a poem about this actually, but it was one of those things that is just in verse and it doesn't really count as poetry. it's on the other blog. :]
Anyway, I was thinking and I figure: I have some really terrible friends. I have the few great ones, but seriously, now that I think of it, half of my friends, if not more of them, could easily do without me and I without them. It's not really anything personal because, like I've said before, I really don't care if you are a good person or not, as long as you are real. Way back when (Like, a few months ago, heh), I told somebody I was sick of them because they were trying to be something they weren't---a decent, polite, friendly person. We aren't friends anymore. However, I have amazing friends who are of similar personalities. They aren't the nicest or greatest people, but I love them to death. You know why? Because they are real. I might get annoyed with them sometimes because they get ugly, but at least they are real.

I know it's a totally cliche thing to say "Be Yourself" but I've been thinking of it in a whole new way.
This sounds totally dumb.

I hate how I can't phrase things. That's another thing. At High-Li, Mae told me that I shouldn't feel bad for taking time to think about things, but I can't help it. I feel really awkward having to come up with something and I can never express what I want to. So, like, I don't know. It's weird. She said that, when I do speak, what I say is actually pertinent and valuable to the conversation but, more often than not, I disagree with her. I think what I say is hard to understand because I can't phrase it and I think that what I say is stupid and completely expendable anyway.

Like this blog. When has anything I have ever said in this mean something? With the writing one, it is a little different, but even that doesn't work the magic that I want. With all my issues with everyone, I'd write about them and I have told everyone about my blogs, but nobody reads them. So it's like it doesn't even matter. Jene and Jess used to read them, but the poems have stopped pertaining to them so I guess it's just lost their interest. And I don't care about getting a lot of people interested in it, I really don't want that. But I want the people who are meant to read it to see it. Because I feel like it could have helped.

I try so hard to say what is on my mind but I am so bad at it. I'm just bad at expressing myself. And it sucks. Because I think I could have fixed things before they got so bad but I am too afraid to say something wrong so I wont say it. And it is really taxing my enthusiasm and energy for things when they just fall into disrepair when I could very easily fix them and just don't have the guts to.

Unfortunately, this is one of the only ways people can hear what I want said and nobody reads it.

So I just try not to care. And I guess I'll keep it all to myself. I can try to get people to read this, but I know nobody will. Nobody will have read this much, at least.

People just get bored of me.


-----scottie.

i took a guess and cut a portion out of my heart. he said, "that's nowhere close enough, but it's a damn good start."

cold hands, lips blue

Maybe I should write some in depth coverage of High Li.

That'd be stupid, considering nobody reads my blog anymore.

Uhm, it's super early.
But I went to see Harry Potter.
So I'm awake.
That was a while ago though.
I've been watching tv.

Why do I keep hitting return?

when i'm home alone i just dance by myself


Ok. So, I wrote a really cute video for "Hurricane" by SoCo and I have an awesome idea for "Brat Pack" by the Rocket Summer, but I need two more girls for Hurricane and a bunch of people for Brat Pack(I'll probably need the same people for "Only Ashes" but that's not quite as solid as the other two, yet).


IMPORTANT NEWS: Emma Watson's hair was really gross in teenVOGUE.

Meanwhile, I rock at segues, don't I? I'm just so amazing. My transitions are so smooth.


This blog post has nothing to do with anything.

Hmmm...I wrote a bunch of cool stuff for my "Arms of Misery" blog, but it's downstairs and I am too lazy to go get it. So I'll probably do that tomorrow.

And I have to work crazy every day next week 'cept one.
So come to Flynn & O'Hara and buy uniforms, please.


From me: Since I haven't posted in like, two thousand decades, here's: the low down, what's up, my business, etc.

--I am choreographing like MAD for Alice in Wonderland. (Get the joke. hah. haha. it was bad.)

--I need to do laundry.

--The HCT ended and I don't know if the contests are over yet or not, but they can't be 'cause my awesome video didn't win yet.

******I finally wrote some music for that Wallflower song that sucked so bad.

++Coldstone is stupid

&&so are these "&" signs

--the most egregious of all the errors...

--I can't wait for school to start again. Just so I can be in shows. And Photojournalism.

--that's it.



-----maryrebecca/scottie
----------"Everyday you got to wake up and be yourself, even if you suck. Especially if you suck, because no one else sucks like you suck." - Patrick Stump

blame everyone but me for this mess
I haven't posted a blog in like, a month and a day! Good lord.
ridiculous.
I'm so bored though, so I thought i'd post something. I don't have much to say, though. I miss dagorhir. I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to do it this summer or ever 'cause of the 'my-parents-not-wanting-to-drive-me' issue.

People need to go leave comments on my other blog cause it is lonely. And sad.


Shelter me oh genius words. just give me strength, just to pen these things and give me peace to well her wings.
And oh, oh carry onall you minstrels of the world. we will catch our ladies ear, we will win for us the girl


-----s. everyone deserves a place but---it's such a shame.

Some air could be good for you.

Read the second latest entry on my poem blog. It's my one song based on the Perks of Being a Wallflower.

It's okay, I guess. I like it well enough.

Read the other things too and tell me what you think.

The rain's the rain.

I'm good to go, but it looks like i'm still on my own.

How come I can't be happy? It's so not fair. How come none of my friends can be happy? We've been sad enough, it's our turn to be happy, isn't it?

So how come we aren't?

----Mary Rebecca: you should have phoned me for a ride. it's a mess out there.

i saw God cry

"You know, the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact is to realize 2 out of 3 ain't bad."
-Oh. yes. It was Pete Wentz.


So, I never did find that binder. Arg. I'm experiencing frustration.

Oh well. I finished up writing the "Wine Red" video and it's all set to go once the foliage isn't so dead in the park. That sounds like code. Like, the elephants are jumping for their lives in the departments of the bison.

I need to stop with the code. I actually spend time thinking about it and that's just wasteful.

Uhm...Sarah says I should be reading. But I don't feel like it.


So I saw this bug...and it's gonna end up being like every other bug story, so just refer to those. My favorite of which is still the Manson spider.

I don't think anybody reads my blog anymore. Yarg. I wish I were a pirate.

Let's see. :D

"Pick up the moon?! Are you nuts?"-Guybrush Threepwood. Just yes.


Good lord. Why are my thoughts so disjointed?

"It's like you're a lesbian....but he's a guy." - Maeve on the subject of Jack

tuesday's birdseed.
the end.

----Scottie: gay is not a synonym for shitty.

younger but not any better off

Everything has been really boring lately.

So, yeah.

I felt bad for not having a new blog in ages....so here's one. :)


I left my black binder downstairs and it has that song in it. So....when I feel like going and getting the binder, I'll post the song. :D


--Scottie: she wore crushed velvet

We're the New Face of Failure

I'm exhausted. I want to just unplug everyone and make them shut up and leave me alone unless they want to help me.

I got, like,negative three hours of sleep this weekend and I'm so NOT going to do well in school tomorrow and I can't afford to start this quarter off badly and it's too late already 'cause I had too much stuff last weekend too and I got my scripture in one day late and it's freaking 10 points off right off the bat.

Oh, and I'm sick. So I hate everything right now 'cause if I'm sick for the show next week I'm going to seriously hurt someone 'cause I had laryngitis last time and i don't even know how it's spelled. But I hate it.

I hate you.

--Scottie: And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies andall the lovers with no time for me.

Garblefledge.

Pictures will come. But, yes. Garblefledge. I think that may be what I said. Here's how it went down at the concert.

Jack, Scottie's dad, and Scottie arrive.
Scottie and Jack get in line for parephernalia.
Lady counts us and says we are the cut off.
There are only 12 left, she says.
Twelve what? we ask Twelve what?
Wristbands! she says
FOR WHAT? we spaz.
If you preorder, you meet the band after the show! she says
Omg yes! we say.
Scottie calls her daddy and asks if she may preorder even though she already did.
Scottie's dad says okay.
Scottie and Jack purchase preorders and receive black wristbands.
Scottie purchases tshirts.
Concert commences.
Concert closes.
Scottie and Jack go upstairs and wait in line.
Jack gets lithograph signed by band.
Scottie goes up.

Patrick: Hi! How's it going?
Scottie: Gaarb.....*falls over* *is stopped from falling* *mumble*
Patrick: Hahah, awesome.
Scottie: Totally. *begins to inch to the right for Andy to sign parephernalia*
Patrick: Oh, hey, I love your shirt! (Scottie's shirt = bright blue, homemade, said PATRICK. heehee)
Scottie: Ohh, thanks!

Andy signs lithograph.

Joe: Woah! That's a cool Patrick Shirt! And it's a really well made Patrick Shirt!
Scottie: < mumble.>Fleehh< /mumble.>---Thanks!!!
Joe: Yeah!

Pete signs parephernalia without speaking.
Pete is in rotten mood because of friend's death.
Scottie stumbles away in awe.


Scottie has not yet registered that she actually met her freaking idols.
Nor can Scottie believe that her obsession loved the shirt she made in his honor.
Scottie thinks this concert ruled.
Scottie also found a leaked download of their album.
Album that was preordered twice comes out the day after her birthday.


The end.

----Scottie: Garblefledge.

ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche

Who wants to go see Fall Out Boy please?

Oh, and I'd LOVE to tell you about the gangster encounter, but it requires full-on impressions for you to get the full effect. let's just say the word "hoop-dee" (phonetically spelled) was tossed around.


Oh, and yes indeed you will be popular. You're gonna be popular. I'm in love with this song. I can't wait until the eight.

---Scottie: I'll shw you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair, everything that really counts to be popular. I'll help you be popular.

Would You Rather be A Widow Or A Divorcee?

Make them so jealous.
Make them hate us.

---Scottie: slow down. this night's a perfect shade of dark blue.

You live the life you're given with the storms outside

Ugh. I need somebody to complain to. But I can't complain to anyone 'cause it has to do with everyone. So here. Just so it's not just one person.

Everyone is happy and that's great. I think it's brilliant. Really. But I just feel so out of the loop. Everyone is talking about how much they love their boyfriends and girlfriends and they tell me their problems and want me to help fix them. (Not everyone, just some.)

I'm kind of tired of it. I wouldn't change anything about my friends though 'cause they are finally happy. I just am not included. I mean, you all can say, "Oh, yeah, Scottie, we love you." till you're blue in the face, but it's not the same. Everyone has had somebody that they can run to and talk to, like, no matter what. They have had someone who genuinely cared about them and made them feel special. I'm completely out of the loop on that.

So when I seem antisocial, it's more or less me not wanting to feel like the awkward afterthought anymore. Now I have to get some sleep so I can do well on my English exam, but I just needed to say this for everyone.

I'm not going to not hang out with you guys anymore, but maybe not so much. I'm kind of tired of everybody ripping little pieces out of my heart so they can use them.


---Scottie: I wont let this get me. I will fight. You life the life you're given with the storms outside...sometimes all I do is watch the sky.

We Want A Shrubbery

A what?


A shrubbery.


A what?


A shrubbery.


Oh! Shampoo.



I ran out of shampoo. I had to use this stuff that smells good but when you wash it out it smells like glue. Yuck yuck yuck.

Oh god, such tragedy. Such woe.


Hiiieeeeeeyyyuuuppp. hiiieeeyyyuuuppppp! stop that! stop that stop that!



---Scottie: what, the curtains?

They're Little Kittens!

Well, sadly, Cosmo had to go to get tested today for an infection 'cause he's all funny looking and super thin and tumorey and stuff and we get the test results tomorrow. So, we aren't sure yet, but they said he probably has this infection and there is no cure for it, so he will probably have to be put to sleep tomorrow and they have to test Bailey too 'cause it's contaigious. Bailey already has a heart murmur or whatever, so he's sick anyways. So I'm really sad.

Anyways, on the brightside, maybe my parents will change their mind about the no more cats thing and we can get a kitten or something. That would be exciting. It's not going to happen probably, but I want one. So now I'm more sad 'cause I know that will never happen and I'll be stuck with the gross, smelly dogs and holes in the walls that the cats would have used, and it will suck.


---Scottie:Make-up table!