Pink Shirts and Grey Daze...
...damn it. Its fucking raining...AGAIN! I am so damn tired of rain, this is the one friggin time I've never been able to wait for summer to come. I'm tired of my jeans being wet, I'm tired of being cold, I'm tired of planning what I wear around the rain. Grr. Oh well, it could be worse, I could live in Oregon. HAHA! Stupid Oregons...people...ites...whatev.
Padfoot's Stupid Thought of the Day, "If there's a Bath and Body Works...is there a Bath and Body Breaks store somewhere?"
Padfoot's Movie Quote of the Day, "Roxie: They LOVE me.// Billy Flynn: They'd love you a lot more if you were hanged. You know why? Because it would sell more papers... That's Chicago." ANOTHER one of my favorite movies EVER and the half inspiration for the Midnight Shadow...2002's "Chicago."
I got a pink tank top last night at Tilly's...SO FUCKING SCARY! I dunno what the hell possessed me to buy that but they had 2 for 12 tank tops and I had money left over @ Tilly's from Christmas so I bought a white one, a pink one and a new belt with the Volcom star and roses on it. The roses are very...moi. So, yeah.
This week was cool at mi escuela. Monday we had an assembly that I didn't think would be any good, but it turned out to be. I walked into the gym with Brenda and was able to find Ryan, Mike and Graham in the stands, so I went and sat with them and Brenda. The assembly was about violence and there was this really cool guy who could do all this sound effect shit and stuff. It was cool, and really emotional, so many people were crying by the end of it, including myself. However, it did teach me that we have some super fucking jackasses that go to my school who still, at the end of the assembly when they were telling true stories of what happened to people, these FUCKERS were laughing up in the corner of the bleachers. The guy in the assembly called them out on it a couple of times before, and the fuckers still laughed. Ironically in an assembly about violence, I truly wanted to kick their asses, and so did so many others.
Tuesday and Wednesday were normal block days...never anything interesting about that. Except for the fact that I'm starting to get tired of doing all the fucking writing and taking all of Barton's crap every time there's a question to be answered in Anatomy. Ugh. But the funny thing is, my group has offered to help me with the writing numerous times, but I always decline, so I can't blame them. I have such a system down of doing my recordings and observations that I don't want anyone to fuck it up. LOL. I love them all though *huggle sher group* And...Barton's just...still a dumbass. Other than that, I continue to ask myself why Mr. LaFrance is so freaking cynical about EVERYTHING. I mean, you could go, "Hey...there's a tree." And he'd be like, "That tree sucks. Its a tree of death. It'll eat you in your sleep." Whatever, teachers tend to be weird, so I just let it go.
Today (Thursday, in case you were too retarded to read the date) we had a pep rally schedule so all our periods were shortened, and I have a four day weekend coming up here, with practically no homework to do. Damn, I needed that. I can't wait to wake up on my own accord tomorrow. Anyway, I really want to enter some sort of short story contest online. Not that I exactly know what the hell to write about or anything. LOL. There's some of them that you could win like $1000 to $5000, which is awesome. But, I prolly wouldn't win anyway. LOL. Plus, I've got school and other stuff to worry about with not having to write a story on top of that. I dunno. Just something to think about.
I'm worried about Ryan a little right now. I know he told me not to be, but he always says that and thats not going to change my feelings. .I hope everything worrying him works itself out and that he can know I'm behind him in everything he does. I guess its kinda hard for him around this time. He's getting older, graduation is in June, its a big transition, and there are lots of stresses for him both related and not related to school. I just always have the hope that I can make him feel better when he's down, and I take that as my mission when he's not feeling great. I wanted to go to the Fortune Palace and get chinese food with him tonight, but I'm not sure if that'll work out or not. I hope so, I'd like to see him with it being just the two of us so I can cheer him up a little. *hugs Ryan*
I started to miss Moony a lot today. I started to miss all the times that her, me and Prongs used to have together. I don't know what triggered it. I think its just that her and I have been communicating more lately and stuff. I hope someday, when all our lives are a little more straightened out and we're away from the clutches of "under-eighteen-ness" and adults that we can all come back together and have fun times like we all used to. I'd kill to have a sleepover with all the pottergirls again. And I think about all the great times we spent together, all the times we were just making more memories. Its a bittersweet thought, really. You go through life and all you want to do is grow up when you're a little kid, but then, people change and times change and you'd kill to have one glimpse of the past again. That's why I think that The Verve was so right when they sang that life is a "bittersweet symphony." I just miss old times. I miss all the pottergirls together. I miss Moony.
This is a long fucking entry, but I want to end with someething I thought of last night in the shower that I think is going to be my writing philosophy for life. I don't care whether you like, love or hate a piece of artwork. That can mean a book, movie, painting, song, actor, actress, play...anything. I don't care if you love or hate it. All I care about is that you appreciate it. For example: I hated...HATED is the word I'm using here..."Thier Eyes Were Watching God" by Zora Neale Hurston. But...I appreciate that she wrote it, and I respect her as one of the great writers to come out of the Harlem Renaissance. I just didn't like the book. I guess this whole thing was triggered by my history class...and watching my so called "peers" wondering who the hell Jimmy Stewart and Clark Gable are and have never heard of "Gone With the Wind." They think I'm crazy for knowing this stuff and try to make all these jokes about it, because they're fucking dumbasses. Call me weird. Call me an "old soul." Call me whatever the fuck you want, but at least I'm not you. At least I care. And at least I appreciate. That's what my generation could use more of. Thats why the arts are so important in our schools and society. God, I'm philosophical tonight. LOL. I hate non-honors history. I was born in the fucking wrong era.
Ok, I'm finally gonna leave, this was a lot of writing, and none of it really that significant. LOL. Ok, well, I'm gonna go, hope you didn't die reading this. And, as my advice to Ryan went today before he left for "Grease" rehearsal, "Don't die, okay?" LOL. I'm a fucking smartass.
See ya'll!
*slides down a bannister randomly and rolls away on her hardwood floors*
~Padfoot
Padfoot's Stupid Thought of the Day, "If there's a Bath and Body Works...is there a Bath and Body Breaks store somewhere?"
Padfoot's Movie Quote of the Day, "Roxie: They LOVE me.// Billy Flynn: They'd love you a lot more if you were hanged. You know why? Because it would sell more papers... That's Chicago." ANOTHER one of my favorite movies EVER and the half inspiration for the Midnight Shadow...2002's "Chicago."
I got a pink tank top last night at Tilly's...SO FUCKING SCARY! I dunno what the hell possessed me to buy that but they had 2 for 12 tank tops and I had money left over @ Tilly's from Christmas so I bought a white one, a pink one and a new belt with the Volcom star and roses on it. The roses are very...moi. So, yeah.
This week was cool at mi escuela. Monday we had an assembly that I didn't think would be any good, but it turned out to be. I walked into the gym with Brenda and was able to find Ryan, Mike and Graham in the stands, so I went and sat with them and Brenda. The assembly was about violence and there was this really cool guy who could do all this sound effect shit and stuff. It was cool, and really emotional, so many people were crying by the end of it, including myself. However, it did teach me that we have some super fucking jackasses that go to my school who still, at the end of the assembly when they were telling true stories of what happened to people, these FUCKERS were laughing up in the corner of the bleachers. The guy in the assembly called them out on it a couple of times before, and the fuckers still laughed. Ironically in an assembly about violence, I truly wanted to kick their asses, and so did so many others.
Tuesday and Wednesday were normal block days...never anything interesting about that. Except for the fact that I'm starting to get tired of doing all the fucking writing and taking all of Barton's crap every time there's a question to be answered in Anatomy. Ugh. But the funny thing is, my group has offered to help me with the writing numerous times, but I always decline, so I can't blame them. I have such a system down of doing my recordings and observations that I don't want anyone to fuck it up. LOL. I love them all though *huggle sher group* And...Barton's just...still a dumbass. Other than that, I continue to ask myself why Mr. LaFrance is so freaking cynical about EVERYTHING. I mean, you could go, "Hey...there's a tree." And he'd be like, "That tree sucks. Its a tree of death. It'll eat you in your sleep." Whatever, teachers tend to be weird, so I just let it go.
Today (Thursday, in case you were too retarded to read the date) we had a pep rally schedule so all our periods were shortened, and I have a four day weekend coming up here, with practically no homework to do. Damn, I needed that. I can't wait to wake up on my own accord tomorrow. Anyway, I really want to enter some sort of short story contest online. Not that I exactly know what the hell to write about or anything. LOL. There's some of them that you could win like $1000 to $5000, which is awesome. But, I prolly wouldn't win anyway. LOL. Plus, I've got school and other stuff to worry about with not having to write a story on top of that. I dunno. Just something to think about.
I'm worried about Ryan a little right now. I know he told me not to be, but he always says that and thats not going to change my feelings. .I hope everything worrying him works itself out and that he can know I'm behind him in everything he does. I guess its kinda hard for him around this time. He's getting older, graduation is in June, its a big transition, and there are lots of stresses for him both related and not related to school. I just always have the hope that I can make him feel better when he's down, and I take that as my mission when he's not feeling great. I wanted to go to the Fortune Palace and get chinese food with him tonight, but I'm not sure if that'll work out or not. I hope so, I'd like to see him with it being just the two of us so I can cheer him up a little. *hugs Ryan*
I started to miss Moony a lot today. I started to miss all the times that her, me and Prongs used to have together. I don't know what triggered it. I think its just that her and I have been communicating more lately and stuff. I hope someday, when all our lives are a little more straightened out and we're away from the clutches of "under-eighteen-ness" and adults that we can all come back together and have fun times like we all used to. I'd kill to have a sleepover with all the pottergirls again. And I think about all the great times we spent together, all the times we were just making more memories. Its a bittersweet thought, really. You go through life and all you want to do is grow up when you're a little kid, but then, people change and times change and you'd kill to have one glimpse of the past again. That's why I think that The Verve was so right when they sang that life is a "bittersweet symphony." I just miss old times. I miss all the pottergirls together. I miss Moony.
This is a long fucking entry, but I want to end with someething I thought of last night in the shower that I think is going to be my writing philosophy for life. I don't care whether you like, love or hate a piece of artwork. That can mean a book, movie, painting, song, actor, actress, play...anything. I don't care if you love or hate it. All I care about is that you appreciate it. For example: I hated...HATED is the word I'm using here..."Thier Eyes Were Watching God" by Zora Neale Hurston. But...I appreciate that she wrote it, and I respect her as one of the great writers to come out of the Harlem Renaissance. I just didn't like the book. I guess this whole thing was triggered by my history class...and watching my so called "peers" wondering who the hell Jimmy Stewart and Clark Gable are and have never heard of "Gone With the Wind." They think I'm crazy for knowing this stuff and try to make all these jokes about it, because they're fucking dumbasses. Call me weird. Call me an "old soul." Call me whatever the fuck you want, but at least I'm not you. At least I care. And at least I appreciate. That's what my generation could use more of. Thats why the arts are so important in our schools and society. God, I'm philosophical tonight. LOL. I hate non-honors history. I was born in the fucking wrong era.
Ok, I'm finally gonna leave, this was a lot of writing, and none of it really that significant. LOL. Ok, well, I'm gonna go, hope you didn't die reading this. And, as my advice to Ryan went today before he left for "Grease" rehearsal, "Don't die, okay?" LOL. I'm a fucking smartass.
See ya'll!
*slides down a bannister randomly and rolls away on her hardwood floors*
~Padfoot