Oh.

PORN.
Duh.
>.<

BACK TO THE SUN, BACK TO THE SHORE!

The only reason why I ignored "Jack Nicholson" is because the thing 'effing scared me!
What's a naughty word starting with a "P" and ending with an "N"?
I'm drawing blanks here.
And that is NOT a ball of popcorn!
It's... a misshapen oval.

So, look at that!
Two exams tomorrow and I'm playing "Oh When the Saints" on the guitar.
Wonderful...
^^

TWIN DAY WAS FRIGGIN' AWESOME!
We don't have any pictures.
*glares*

Good luck on the GRE, Red.
Oxford is probably going to accept you.

A big shower [maybe a bucket or two] of love!

Vicks.

P.S. My odd fascination with Taylor Swift continues.
P.S.S. Is it a bad omen that I sing and it rains? It never fails to amuse me. >.>
P.S.S.S. It's raining harder. >.<
P.S.S.S.S. There goes my straightened hair.

Ok, ok! I'm done.

Taylor Swift is a who from Whoville

It starts with a "P" and it ends with an "N".
...
...
...
It's popcorn, in the microwave. Perverts.


Yo K, how 'bout you mail me some of your bakings?
They sound delicious.

Thanks to post-secret I didn't fail my french essay,
for once.


Once.
That reminds me of sad, beautiful music.
Which reminds me of The Conversation (the MCS one).
Which in turn, reminds me of the conversation.
God, seeing someone you love cry sucks.
Not being able to do anything is


Enough with the sad...
here is....
THE WORLD'S BIGGEST BALL OF POPCORN!

Chee

oh, btw, I love you guys' ability for ignoring jack nicholson

P.S.

Kenni!

You didn't call.

Taylor Swift looks like an alien.

It's my day to post!
WAH!

Ok, I wish I could say interesting things like:
"I've been baking" or... something like that.
I have a History Honors exam tomorrow combined with a Bio super-test.

So far?

I've stared at pictures of chromosomes
and read a paragraph about the animals that were 19th century Americans. >.<

Other than that, I'm "attempting" to learn a song on the guitar.
ANY song.
The reason why "attempting" is in quotations is because:
a- The guitar is three feet away laughing at me.
b- Tabs are... ridiculous.
c- My bangs are getting in the way.

Ok, these are really bad reasons.
Maybe I just feel like bein' a loser.
^^

However! A couple of exciting new developments have taken place over the last... week!
a- I'm looking for a summer program in NYC!
[Which is awesome.]
b- UCL is that much closer!
c- I'm planning a college roadtrip with me mum.
[equally as awesome]
d- Jakey has finally decided to stop harassing me in movie theatres.
[It'll happen only "occasionally". Pft.]
e- I'm learning Russian!
[ok, I'm going to start learning Russian!]
f- Actually, there is no "f". ^_^

As far as my vices go, they seem to be pretty in tune.
I'm not drinking soda [a.k.a. liquid Satan].
I'm mentally stabbing Red [constantly], which, I see as a good thing.*

*I'm not saying that mentally stabbing a person, much less your "so-called soulmate" , is particularly healthy but at least I'm not constantly mad over his innate ability to make me think he's just not into me. Damnit, I told myself I wasn't gonna think that way.
It's my mother's job. >.>

So... yes.
That's my [current] seventeen year old life in a nutshell!
Hope you enjoed,

Vicks.

KenniKenniKenni

I love the new angry toasts. It's cute. ;D It's cute because I love toasts and them being angry makes them pretty cute.

I've been baking every day. I've made muffins, cakes, cookies. My favorite one was a german chocolate cake I made because I made it with my lovely manssistant. :D I've also been really into the food network.

Top Chef is probably the best show on the face of the planet. ^^ I'm rooting for either Jaime or Angela.

School was canceled today (cheers and applause) due to an ice storm last night. It's pretty awesome that we get a break from the everyday, tiresome school life. I love ice storm days and I wish it would snow but that's asking for too much.

I've also developed an unhealthy, stupid phobia of tornadoes and everything freaks me out. I am definitely not looking forward to spring. I wish summer were here. With all of this cold, I'm starting to get homesick and lately I've been feeling really lonely. And as much as I love fall, summer and spring fashion, right now I'd rather wear some ugly shorts with some (kill me) crocs. I hate crocs. They are probably the tackiest shoes in the whole entire world but that's besides the point.

In other news, I'M GOING TO THE JESSE MCCARTNEY CONCERTTTTT!! I'm pretty excited!! I mean, I've never liked jesse mccartney but lately I've been loving his music. It's actually really nice.

I'll write more tonight (is it my day to update? No? I could care less ^^)


-Loveeee,
Kenni<3

Here's Johnny!

Well, not really.
His name is Booger.
Booger won ugliest dog for February 2006 at ugliestdog.net
But doesn't he look JUST like Jack Nicholson?

Where are the other people who're supposed to post in this blog?
Hmmmmmm?
Will my mouse accidentaly poset some unfinished entries saved in the "Edit Posts"?

How's my life?
Just dandy.
Really.
Ok, no.
But lets just smile and say it is, okay?
Actually, it isn't as bad as that.
I exaggerate.
I'm grumpy 'cause I'm not sleepin' good.

That's it, I'm out

Chee

WOA

Is THIS why you called me.
New layout, eh?
I like.

I don't really have much to say because I haven't done anything lately.
I haven't done anything because I'm grounded.
I haven't done anything because I have everything to do.
Do I procrastinate?
Of course I do.

I felt like writing today but instead I watched that guy on youtube with the kazookeylele.
I have like 6 tests next week.
Have I studied?
No
What did I do instead?
I googled myself.
Do I want to change my ways?
Not really.
It works for me.

Ciao for now, loves.

Chee

! is what I'm feeling.

Red.
I resent you.

Amidst a blasting headache and the blistering heat,

It was a Wednesday.

Peanut butter noodles,
granola brownies,
and milk.

It was a Wednesday.

Classes,
Laughter,
and a few tears.

It was a Wednesday.

Passing such valuable time on unimportant things,
grinding my teeth,
and pretending to breathe.

It was a Wednesday.

I am the happiest and the most unhappy person I know.
Go figure,
I'm a walking contradiction.

It was a Wednesday.

Still no word,
expecting another "Sorry,"
and I'll grin and bear it.

Damn it.

Damn this stupid, silly day.

You've seen me through better days,

-Vicks

The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants has taught me a thing or two.

Other than that,
HEY!
I'm seventeen!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!
For the cake[s].
For the present[s].
(the night light is awesome, Chee. ^^)
(the milk was a nice touch, Mess. xD)
(the coffee needed sugar, Em! But I'm sorry I dropped it. >.<)
(the call was... late, Red. >.>)
Overall, it was a great birthday.

Anyway!
I've been exiled in my grandmother's house
while my mother parties it up in the Dominican Republic.
Raise the roof, mother.
And so, in this environment I've actually started "understanding" guitar tabs.
"Falling Slowly" annoys me, though.
But it's our damn Talent Show!
I'm going to get through the pain and-- oh! brb!
Need to get my Capo.

"Don't be sorry."
You've heard that said, haven't you?
"Don't be sorry."
It's hard not to be.
I fear that I'm always saying the wrong thing.
And sick of feeling worried for everyone.
All the time.

It's my "mother syndrome."
I swear it is...

GO PRESIDENT-ELECT OBAMA!

We were talking about hope in Lit. Workshop the other day...
and we came to a sound conclusion about it.
There can be no hope and optimism for the future
without a degree of pessimism.
It's so true.
You can't have hope without the slightest feeling that it can all go wrong.

I'd have saved you a piece of Virgina-imported cake,
buuuut, you were a little late. ^_^

-Vicks

An epiphany six years in the making

Seriously, it took me SIX years of French to understand the subjunctive.
Its so easy, I nearly feel stupid.
Nearly.

I was telling Victoria how I felt like I was stuck in a rut--
like I had no control over my present and
therefore, no control over my future.
Because, let's face it--
Senior year is crap,
crap with stress.
Senior year is also that crucial moment that determines your future.
As if school weren't enough,
we have to deal with growing up,
which would be enough on its own.
So I guess it isn't that bad that I've only just started figuring out what I want.

Like, seriously--only just.
Like, only just a minute ago when I saw a postsecret that said,

"I'm not ambitious enough for my own dreams."

I could've written that.
I could've written that because its true.

The thing is-- up until my second epiphany of the day,
I hadn't realized that my dreams were too abstract.
So, no wonder I don't know what I want.

I'll confess:
I still don't know,
but I'm finally getting off my bum and figuring out:

What I want to be

Where I want to be

With whom I want to be

Who I want to be

I've made a little progress, but more on that later.

<3

-Chee

P.S. Note: jumping through the window of a moving vehicle may bruise your stomach.

Last month , my eight-piece family and I
stuffed ourselves into our Expedition like sardines
and drove more than an hour past things like this


and sadly this, an abandoned oil refinery



Ah, CORCO, what a disgrace to our history

Don't you feel the need to clean up a bit?

We're lucky we still get to see things like this,


this


and this.

This place is beautiful.

Lets try to not screw it up, yeah?

Chee

Hey there!

January is the month three really special people turn a year older.
Three people who inspire me more than they know.
Seriously, its hard to imagine what kind of person I'd be without
Kenni, my muse,
Jay's fun to make me happy
and Victoria's energy to keep me enthused.
So, sappiness aside, happy birthday guys!

Spoonful o' love

-Chee



P.S. Ben and Jerry's = <3

P.S.S. Why is that picture so big?

P.S.S.S. Why can't I write straight?

P.S.S.S.S. I should stop these.

lol.

I just noticed I've posted on everyday but my own appointed one.
xD
That's because I make my own rules, bitcheeeeees!

Whoah.
I just had a flashback to Superbad.
lolz.

-Vicks

UCL here I freaking come!

Unless NYU comes callin'.

Ok, I'm done with the college talk.
Wait- No I'm not.
Chee just called me a college whore and I'm here to say:
I resent that!

I dream big.
I dream bigger than my wallet.
I dream bigger than my GPA.
But you know what?!

I don't friggin' care!
Do you want to know what I have to go through?
I have to apply to my dream universities in secret.
Do you know why?
Because my mother doesn't believe I'll get in.

Isn't that horrible?
Ugh.

Well, at least if I get into UCL I'll be near Red,
which makes things 10,000,000% better.
>.<

I was looking at the website
and I got so nervous and excited that I actually got nauseous.
Isn't that sick?

Grr...
I hate this business.
Too young to do anything for myself.
Too old to not care.

Excuse me while I throw a tantrum.
^_^

Alright!
I'm done complaining.
How was your day?

-Vicks

Sunday secrets make my day.

Chee stop it!
I will kick you.
I'm an antisocial freak, too.

However, I have one thing for you guaranteed to make you smile.


Have I succeeded?
Even if it's just a little?

Happy Three King's Day to those in the know.

My molar hurts...
Is that normal?

-Vicks

I haven't been in the mood lately

Maybe Pfizer has a pill for that.

"I'd rather be home feeling violent and lonely"
-Together We'll Ring In the New Year, Motion City Soundtrack

I kicked off the new year feeling angsty.
My mother kept calling me into the TV room to see the Jo Bros and Taylor Swift.
I don't give a llama's butt for either.
I was watching Coupling.

So, because I've been locked up in my house and I live near no one,
I've become an antisocial freak.
Seriously, even facebook repulses me.
People, ew.

[btw, my friends aren't count--they're made of 100% awesome]

Chee

Holy bejesus, it's 2009! Where are the flying cars!?

I'm so, so sorry!
No posts for over two weeks!
It's not my fault, I swear!
Ok... Just a little.
And SCORE!
First post of the new year! xD

However, I want to say something to my four,
slightly erratic, life-changing friends,


Christmas has come and passed.
A new year has begun.
And our lives will be changing with the passing of time.

This year brings with it graduations, celebrations and triumphs.
As one Senior year ends, one begins.
It's a melancholy feeling, watching your best friends leave for new lives
just as a new, important chapter begins for you.

There is obvious happiness.
You made it through four years of hell!
Congratulations.

Then again...
I think of those times.
I've become so used to being surrounded by these people.
The abnormality.
The laughter.
The oddness of our clique.
It's going to feel a little empty come August.

No more Flip-A-Cake.
No more mysteriously flying cans of Sprite.
No more fighting for food like the damned hobos we are.
Or eating jumbo-sized containers of Nutella until we puke.

The halls will be void of skipping while singing show tunes.
The classrooms will be empty without the random hole through the dry wall.
The cafeteria, with it's staff, will feel normal-too normal.

I take comfort in the fact that some will be near.
But I feel sadness for those that will leave me behind.
New York, Texas.

Will there be a great divide between our friendships?
Will you all realize your dreams?
Make it big?

Sometimes, it's hard to think of the future.
The uncertainty and frailty of it all.
I just hope, and pray that you all become happy people.

I know some of you might not be, or might be in that in-between.
Like Red called it, the gray area of happiness.
Please know, this is just the passing of a page in the book
you've all been writing since the day you were born.

I look forward to seeing all of you thirty years from now.
A successful designer,
a UN delegate,
a Pulitzer Award winner,
a psychiatrist on the brink of a scientific discovery.
And maybe me,
Curator of the Louvre, or the MET.

I look forward to seeing you all not only in these roles you've picked,
but as we are now.

Laughing at K-Mart,
playing around with a wheelchair
and singing "Phantom of the Opera"
while the fat man three tables away looks at us funny.

It's not that I want to keep things as they are,
because... it is an ever-changing world with people who are constantly evolving.
But, I want us to retain these small things that make us uniquely linked to one another.

I want to see us struggle through motherhood,
good and bad marriages
and the unforgettable adventures that seem to find us no matter where we are.

I've still got the Spring Concert to impart more of my "wisdom" on you,
my departing seniors.

But, no matter what I say or what I do,
just know that each one of you has changed my life.

For good.

Vicks.