Thursday, November 26, 2009

I Love You Like A Punch In The Face.

Do you ever just feel this overwhelming love for someone?

Like you just want to punch them in the face so that they can comprehend how strong the feeling is.

I want to punch some of my friends in the face all the time.
I want to punch Jimmy Stewart in the face too, but he's dead.

I don't know. I just can't get people out of my brain some times. I can watch two hours of Ghost Hunters, but the back of my mind is elsewhere the entire time.

It's a pain in the butt.


And I want the Frank Capra Collection for Christmas.

---Scottie: I'm lying in my bed and I will soon be put to rest now.

Friday, August 28, 2009

I think I'm allergic to myself.

I don't understand the college kid thing. I mean, I can avoid it at Franciscan for the most part, but never entirely I guess. Maybe it's because I am crazy introverted or something, but I don't think it's fun to belt country in a huge truck and scream at strangers in a town where they are potentially armed. Maybe it's because I've stepped foot in Baltimore. Whatever. I just don't see the appeal of acting like I never left high school. It didn't appeal to me then either.

I don't want to skip arm in arm into wal mart, shouting and giggling. As much as it seems like I might not, I care what people think of me. And it's NOT that I want them to think I'm cool. That is SO not it, but I want them to respect me. I, personally, would find it hard to have the same amount of respect for young adults who skip around screaming and running into things when they are completely sober as I do for someone who can keep their composure and understand that other people don't care for their antics.

And now I know they think that I'm a freak. And it's probably true. I know I'm a total loner. I'd rather just sit in my room and read or watch the Green Mile than go to that party they are going to now.

---Scottie: I don't want to die in the hospital. You've gotta take me back outside.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Throw your hands to the sky like you're flying!

Cash Cash's cd is just wonderful. I love it.

I am excited to go to Disney. Ahhhh. Two more days.

Then I have the High LI 09 Peer Road Trip that's not really a done deal at all, The Annual Harkins RiverFEST, and Jene's PARTAY. The latter of which is kind of going to be the highlight. I am sure.

I want a new camera. I think I a going to get a Canon or the JVC Everio. I don't know. But I am getting new glasses.

http://www.beauty-and-the-bath.com/image-files/emo-glasses-3.jpg

They look like that. But they are real. So YAY.


So Teresina, Stephanie, Caitlin and I went to see Locksley in Philly. It was fantastic. Even though Tinted Windows, the band they were backing, was loud and weird. I mean, it was Taylor Hansen. While he is a babe, his band is blah.

Free Energy, the opening band, were delighted by Teresina's ridiculous dance moves which we all followed. Now we just need to work on tracking them down. :D


Some SWEET PICS of Locksley. Or as the venue spelled it, Loxley.

Me and the Jordan Looking grossed out. (jerk.) (not really. he was nice.)
Me and Jesse. Jordan's older brother.
Jordan's Shoes! AHH.
Teresina likes to propose to people. Like Jesse. =]


Well I am going to a surprise party now. :D YAY.
later.

--Scottie: he's got cash cash cash. he's made of money.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

is it any wonder?

Do you ever have friends that don't really seem to ever want to actually hang out with you? I think it's the most frustrating thing. I'm going away to frickin Ohio and there is no time for me. It's annoying.

I don't think any of those people read this. Come to think of it, I don't think people read this.

In which case, I think Mr Jerkface is being a jerk. He knows Ms Adorable likes him, and encourages it even though he very certainly has no interest in her. Why does Mr Jerkface have to be so nasty and manipulative and conniving? Ms Adorable did NOTHING to deserve it. Gosh. I am so mad at him. What a hypocrite.

My legs hurt.
I don't want to go to Eldersburg tomorrow.



--Scottie: i want to live in effington

Friday, June 19, 2009

the humming bird taking coffee with the ants.

Today was delightful. I've been sitting around my house this week. Unless I was at de Sales working on the yearbook.

I got to hang out with two excellent people, one of which I have never really hung out with and one of which I can't seem to get sick of. =]

That's all I have to say.

I am happy. So I thought I'd let anybody know who wanted to check.

--Scottie: person of the week in every Greek opinion poll.
Woah. Found this in my creative writing book. Mrs. Lowe thought it was interesting.

"You can't be scared. It isn't fair that you should be afraid. Not when I need you to make me feel better." How selfish can a thought process be? Maybe the regret of thoughts thought will make her better. A better her. Better her than you. You don't need to be better. You need to get better, but you're already great. "You shouldn't be scared. It isn't good for you to be afraid. Not when you are always so capable of making me think that it's better."

Sunday, January 18, 2009

walls caved in on me

so
i am listening to caves.
because i am sad.
and it's probably the worst thing to listen to.
if you are sad.

But then, you figure, that's just going to make you feel guilty, isn't it? I don't presume that I can even begin to pretend to understand the pain of that song.

Nothing that terrible has happened to me, right?

I don't think this song is over. Because I don't think he is still that despondent. Because in the end, he knows there are keys. But he doesn't use them. I hope he doesn't feel so trapped.

I'm caught
Somewhere in between
Alive
And living a dream.
No peace
Just clicking machines
In the quiet of compazine.
The walls caved in on me.


its just so sad.

---Scottie: he fought a war to walk a gang plank.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

The doves have died

So I was doing one of those 100 things on Facebook.

And I realized that, you know what? It's gonna be really hard to be who and what I want. Because I think that I need to be in my industry literally to have a shot at anything. And that means that I have to save up a lot of money and move a long, long way away. So Ms Harkins' predictions about me being engaged in two years? Yeah right. Unless there is a Franciscan student from freakin' California, I don't think so. And all of my friends! How will they visit me? How am I going to be friends with them?

What the heck can you do with degrees in Theology and Communications anyway?


Whatever.

I am so bored with my ukulele songs. So I looked up a new one to learn. And once I hook up a mic to my computer, I will have to record this on several tracks. Here is the plan though, the Canon in D. I found the music. it's easy and it sounds pretty cool. It just has to be on three tracks at once. :o that's the plan. And if I can work my mommy's web cam, I will try to put videos up sometimes instead of boring blog entries like this.

The end.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Peace Is Not A Love Story, Nina

Oh Creative Writing journal prompts. :]


I get that we are supposed to take care of God’s creation. Nobody said that I have to facilitate the cycle of nature. Nobody told me that the Earth needed environmental superheroes until it was a fad. Vinyl is out and canvas is in. Give me a break. Bohemian Chic does not exist. It’s fictional. Entirely made up to cater to the demographic who are searching for something that will make them feel like they are a good person. Half the world cares, and half the world could care less. Somehow, though, we are all stuck in this cyclone of earth saving trends. If you buy earrings posted on recycled paper, you are just going to throw it away. I bet you five bucks you don’t care. Yay recycling. Don’t get me wrong. I am not booing recycling. In fact, I have been recycling since birth. When I was little, though, it didn’t make me cool that I recycled. I wasn’t environmentally friendly because I had a compost bin in my back yard. Nah, that was just whatever. Once our internet’s wonderful founder set the globe on fire, though, you’re freaking Hester Prynne if you dare to toss a water bottle anywhere without that stupid triangle on it. I don’t recycle to make you feel like we are changing the world. We are not changing the world. According to the recycling fascist’s own media, we are still waiting for the world to change. If your hero John Mayer knows that we aren’t changing the world, just waiting on it, and you are obsessed with his song because it’s so “meaningful” and it’s all about “activism”(aka waiting on a planet to change?), then do you even listen? This is a cycle. It is a cycle. There was an ice age. It melted. There was an ice age. It melted. Cycle. Cycle. It’s a vicious circle. Stop trying to stop nature by “saving” it.

And hey. By the way. You don’t know what you are talking about. If I start running my mouth about some celebrity that I know nothing about—if I just start saying things for the sake of fitting in with other people saying things (and saying the things that they are saying without an added thought just because I want to fit in)—if I organize the majority of people against something that you know, and I make it into something that it is not, you wouldn’t be happy. You can hate war. You can be anti-war. I do agree that that is better than being dead. But I guess you don’t agree. I guess you don’t value your life enough to look at what is going on that is affecting you. The war doesn’t exist to inflate your daily expenses. It’s not there to give you something to act out against. It’s there for a reason, and that reason is to protect you. Look it up. This has never been a war without cause, you just want to make it one. You can’t tell happy stories, the media wont eat them up like they do scandal and flaw. If you tell a success story that doesn’t appear to change life as we know it, nobody wants to hear it. But if you can formulate a reason for their expenses going up, they will buy it. You will be rich. You will have money and they will have a scandal to occupy their attention. (Nevermind treaties and alliances like the UN. Forget about over ten peace resolutions that terrorists have rejected over ten years. You hit my friends, I’m gonna hit you. That was the deal. People don’t know that.) Protesting makes them feel good. That has been established. With nothing to protest, people are unhappy. You can’t win. They are bored with nothing and outraged with anything. There is no such thing as world peace if there is no such thing as peace per country. People don’t want righteousness, they want happiness.