Dolly's Day

The things one finds!

2010-07-17T20:04:00.000-07:00

Once in a while, I'll get bored and decide to go around my room, cleaning out my closet or rifling through a box of papers. Today was such a day. And oh, the memory/treasures I found.

For example, this is a little poem Alex and I wrote for English week at school. The theme: Renaissance. Alex and I were Zorne and Thorne, "the great duo that cannot eat corn", as stated in the poem below.

There is also this: a petition we got people to sign so that our school's cafeteria would be more vegetarian friendly. And yes, it worked.

There's my original forensic speech, "See Thru Like Saran Wrap: Absurdities in the Life of a Leftover". All the drafts are there. I had a lot of fun with it.

Here's an accompanying practice ballot:

This here is from yet another English Festival. I was sitting in class one day when my English teacher, Mrs. S, walked in wearing sunglasses and, wordlessly handed me this.

She left, and I examined its contents later, at lunch.

This is a Time-Travel Machine, as designed by myself. As you can see, it runs on rubber duckies. Makes perfect sense. This was during my senior year, by the way.

The assignment, also for English, was to create a product and the commercial to go along with it and perform it in front of the classroom. (The asterisk says, "Purple Travel does not ensure the return of all limbs with travelers".)

There was this letter from our very pale friend, James. Remember him, Gabs?

There are lovely memories linked to paper, aren't there?

-Veronica

Americana

2010-07-04T17:28:00.000-07:00

“You’re stupid, hahahaha, that’s ‘cause you’re Puerto Rican!” Imagine my mortified face and the hot blush (that you couldn’t tell was there because of my dark skin) that was attacking my cheeks. And then imagine the few silent seconds as my mind processed what had been said. I was fifteen when I first encountered the harsh reality of racism and it was from a boy from Topeka, Kansas. Looking back, I’m pretty sure there are a lot of other things he could’ve told me, however, the hurt would still be there.

Ever since that summer morning, I’ve been puzzling over what pulls people to act a certain way towards things they are ignorant of and I cannot think of one reason to excuse such a behavior. I puzzle because I think back to what I was taught in Ethics, in History, even in English: America is a melting pot. This idea of cultures coming together, melting and molding, paints a beautiful picture of people being able to accept and promote difference and understanding between each other. Nevertheless, history has also shown us how widely idealistic this idea of a “Melting Pot” really is. Racism, tension, even violence, has tainted a fading ideal and yet it still doesn’t stop people from searching for the Utopian “American Dream”.

We are searching for that dream because we truly believe it to exist –even in the simplest of ways. People work through racism and marginalization because they believe in a better future that, in many ways, entails working through the insults with a brave and unwavering face. As long as the yearning for the “American Dream” continues to exist, the melting pot will continue to expand and meld into an amorphous mass of whites, blacks, yellows and browns and there will come a point where people won’t be able to distinguish between what they deem as right and the aspects of mankind society has deemed as wrong. And in the face of such adversity, I shout loud and proud, “I am ‘Americana’ ”.

Gabriella

Writer's Viagra

2010-06-20T19:28:00.000-07:00

I have recently realized that I have this odd inability to write in both my personal journal and this shared blog at the same time. It's like I can't keep my mental erection up. For some reason, it bothers me to write the same story twice.

Moreover I don't really have anything to talk about since my life is about as interesting as lint. My journal has been turned into more of a dream diary than anything.

Let's see... I saw Toy Story 3. I think everybody agrees that it was amazing and it lived up to it's expectations. The Toy Story franchise is that rare one where it's sequels live up to the original. I think Twilight does that too in that they're all equally shitty.

I applied for a Semester at Sea. I need money. Ideas?

-Veronica

Chocolate Chip Cookies.

2010-06-10T12:15:00.000-07:00

Baking, I have realized, is just like life. I know my stepfather would disagree but, to me, it's all about trial and error. Sometimes, following the recipe to the letter might not guarantee a perfect product but making some mistakes is what makes the experience worthwhile. Moreover, as you make these experiments (say, baking some cookies) over and over again might yield spectacular results. In life, the same principles can be applied.

Dealing with people is just like dealing with volatile ingredients such as baking powder. Pour too much into the batter and something horrible could happen. The same thing happens with people, say something wrong or do something that, in their eyes, is bad, and something just as terrible could happen. Let's face it, we're as complicated as a 7-tier, fondant-covered, sugar flower-decorated, chocolate and raspberry-filled wedding cake. See how difficult?

And yet, just like the brownies, cookies and mouse I have just prepared (God, I need a job), you can't go into projects with fear. You can't be afraid to tell someone something just for the possibly distant fear that it might upset them in the long run. We might not be as strong as hardened caramel, but we're built to overcome most of anything. You keep something inside too long and it might just make you collapse faster than a soufflé near too much noise.

Food analogies aside, the real lesson to this is that you can't, for the sake of simple sanity, allow yourself to become bottled up with emotions. People are indeed difficult but so is making a delicate checkerboard cookie. Toil and labor for your aims. Make a mistake or two! Who knows. Maybe you'll end up with a great result. A wonderful dessert for you to share.

Bonne chance!

Gabs

Googling random things

2010-06-09T09:56:00.000-07:00

Google the first thing that comes to mind. Go to the very last page. I can almost guarantee you will find something amusing or interesting.

For example, I got this when googling "Benny":

I got this when googling "brush":

Apparently, they used to sell brushes on the street.

- Veronica

We've got unfinished business

2010-06-02T11:11:00.001-07:00

Closure.

When we can't have what we truly want, we like to tell ourselves that closure is what we need. The cynic in me wants to scoff at this and say, "Of course you don't need closure, we need food and water and air". It's been proven though, that to be successful in life, one needs more than just the basic. People need to be loved and nurtured. But it isn't all about success (however one may measure such a thing). Our need for closure is almost instinctive, intuitive.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson puts it:

"The inquiry leads us to that source, at once the essence of genius, of virtue, and of life, which we call Spontaneity or Instinct. We denote this primary wisdom as Intuition, whilst all later teachings are tuitions. In that deep force, the last fact behind which analysis cannot go, all things find their common origin."

The need for closure then, runs deeper than what can be tuition. I don't think it's something that can very well be learned. Our need for closure the nagging feeling we get when TV shows leave you with just a cliffhanger. It's the way we believe ghosts are souls with unfinished business. It's the way you hurry when you have to put your book down in the middle of a good part and go pee--okay, maybe that's just me.

We hate open endings because they leave us with doubt and insecurity. The feeling of insecurity and helplessness we feel when faced with an open ending scorns our vanity like few other things can. We have to feel that we can control the events in our life because we know the end exists, surer than anything, so we have to make it count. If we can't control it, how could we ever make sure it really does count?

We don't.

I, myself, am not immune to the uneasy feeling of not seeing something through. I can, however, admire the beauty of an endless perhaps. While death is finite and absolute, an open ending leaves us with Infinity--the nostalgic world of what could have happened.

I'm not afraid of dying. As Walt Whitman very well said, "to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure". I'm scared of the definite and the absolutely unchangeable-- of the autopsy that says exactly how it happened where my parts would sum up to who I was.

One hears those stories of the lonely person who got lost in the backwoods only to be found dead by some kids weeks later. Me? I want to get lost forever so that whosoever may care will never run out of things to think. "Perhaps she sprouted wings and flew to a shore where she became a crab. Perhaps she was fished out by an old man who made a meal of her. Perhaps she died in a completely unremarkable way. Perhaps… "

To Albert Camus, Sisyphus, whose punishment it was to push a rock up a hill for all eternity, had two choices: let the rock fall on him so he would die or embrace the punishment, defying the Gods by showing himself happy in the face if his fate. I propose that we should do the same when it comes to the loose ends in our lives (not that these are punishment). When faced with something we simply cannot see through, we should smile.

-Veronica

The curious case of the StumbleUpon button.

2010-06-01T16:49:00.000-07:00

I'd written this earlier but one of my fans has experienced StumbleUpon for the first time so I thought it appropriate to post.

If you're like me, you have succumbed to adding a small button on your web browser. This innocuous button has a simple word, "Stumble!". Not very complex, you see it and you're tempted to press it. It is then that the magic happens. Surprise! An interesting site pops up. Then (if you are indeed, like me) you lose your concentration completely and are suddenly compelled to click it again, and again, and... again.

It's almost a reflex action to find even more interesting things. For example:

The silly ones:

http://wildammo.com/2009/09/26/national-flags-never-tasted-this-good/
http://www.listal.com/list/m-p-t-t-t
http://www.armchaircommentary.com/2009/11/if-star-wars-luke-skywalker-han-solo-had-facebook.html

These are mostly stupid things but sometimes you get really interesting political pieces and not the bipartisan crap you usually get. Or a website dedicated to French animated shorts. Or that particular artist with the photo-realistic renditions.

The good/sometimes serious ones:

http://readersupportednews.com/godot
http://www.boredpanda.com/25-photorealistic-pictures-drawn-with-a-bic-pen/ (yes, there are naked people on this site, chill out*)
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2009/8/26/772918/-*Awesome*-Cartoon-Explains-Public-Plan
http://www.blog.exxcorpio.com/2009/06/29/12-awesome-french-short-animations/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9CQDKt8LVo&feature=player_embedded#

Awesomeness aside, this button is dangerous. For those of you who have experienced this phenomenon, you'll know what I'm talking about. The addictive quality to this program does not help at all when, say, you have to finish that English AP term paper worth 15% of your grade. Or, that Religion take-home you've been extending the deadline on... Proceed with caution. And know you will not be disappointed.

Battles:

boredom.
listlessness.

Aids:

procrastination to the nth degree.

*On an important note, I don't know if it's me or something, but I seem to get way too many naked girls. And they always turn out either Russian or Eastern European. Weird... Unnecessary. Unavoidable. (if, in the personal settings you choose "Photography" as an interest)

So if you're ever in the mood, stumble. Like it. Spend hours surfing the vast reaches of the internet.

'Till next time.

GABRIELLA :D

Neutral Milk Hotel

2010-05-29T19:49:00.000-07:00

One of my first interactions with Yellow was a poem he put on my facebook wall. I can't show the poem here because it isn't of my authorship (this happened on May 7, 2010). I will just say that he mentioned a certain act. I replied o this poem with one of my own:

I know this act--
the whole play, in fact
and I'll tell it from the start.
A foreigner in a land like art,
It's Prince with his power
Wanted her to climb a tower
But she resisted for she knew
the rest of his land would be lovely too.
So they sat on a traveling cloud,
drank tea and laughed loud.

Today, I heard a song by Neutral Milk Hotel called "In The Aeroplane Over The Sea". The very last bit of the song says:

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all around the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe
How strange it is to be anything at all

One of my favorite movies of all time is The History Boys. In it, a teacher, Mr. Hector says, "The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours."

I just experienced that very same thing. I've experienced it before but it never gets old.

Cheers,

Veronica

Watch me not care...

2010-05-28T21:03:00.000-07:00

... and fail miserably.

Yesterday, I wrote a synopsis of my love life from a year ago up until now. I decided not to put it up but it was a good venting exercise. Either way, the reason I needed to vent--my frustration, still exists. The truth is that I'm an emotional masochist and will always be.

On to other, more important matters, last night at about this hour, I was feeling quite hungry. I went downstairs and boiled three eggs. That is all. . .

Just kidding. There's more to the story than that. Anyway, I peeled these three eggs when I thought they were ready and one of them still felt squishy and not as solid as the rest. My brother was in the kitchen with me when this happened and he tried to stop me when I had the brilliant idea to microwave it, saying it would explode. I gave it thirty seconds. The egg didn't explode. I picked it up and put it near my ear to hear the ocean. I didn't. I heard a sizzling sound. I held it up to my brother's ear. He heard the sizzling sound.

"It's still squishy", I remarked and, holding it between my thumb and index finger, I squeezed it a bit. Then, with a sound like a Snapple bottle opening, it burst.

So, ha. Eggs don't explode when microwaved--they burst.

The moral of the story is.... it actually has no moral. I just wanted to say that there must have been some irony as the event of the Great Bursting Egg occurred soon after the post where I spilled the beans on my love life which was titled, "Testicular Reconstruction Surgery".

Let's go microwave something else,

Veronica

P.S. I have nothing to say. I just wanted to write "P.S.".

2010-05-26T12:18:00.000-07:00

Is getting a twitter account worth it?

Gabs

A post of many faces.

2010-05-26T11:40:00.000-07:00

I've made up my mind. Sometimes it's ok to lie.

Gabriella

Obsess

2010-05-25T09:04:00.000-07:00

I have no problem admitting the fact that I obsess about certain things. To me, it means I'm focused and I know what I like. At one point, all I would wear or own was purple. I still love purple but since I dumped the schoolgirl uniform, I realized that if I wear purple every day, it will seem like I'm wearing the same thing every day.

Today, I am here to analyze my longstanding obsession with nail polish. The first nail polish I remember wearing, was a Sailor Moon red. It peeled away. It was one of those glue-like ones. Perhaps there is something about my early disappointment in the Sailor Moon nail polish that is now engrained in my psyche--I want the real deal. Many of the real deal, actually.

This is, by no means, a unique obsession. I know I share it with many a girl (and even some boys) so they couldn't have all been disappointed by Sailor Moon nail polish.

Here's another anecdote. I was at the mall. I had left my phone at Spencer's and on my way to retrieve it, a girl working at a booth grabbed my hands, looked at my bright purple nail polish and asked, in a tragic tone, "why do you wear nail polish?", as if it were as bad as kicking puppies. Affronted, I replied, "I like colors". She laughed and then continued her sales pitch.

The point is, I do like colors. A lot. I could go for the well-used, "they represent diversity". The truth is I simply like the fact that I can wear a color. I like the way they look when my fingers are going across the keyboard, pressing strings on a fretboard or brushing my teeth. It's fun.

Without further ado, here is my nail polish collection.

This is what 86 nail polishes look like.

Also, I would like you, the nonexistent reader to pick the color I'd be wearing this week. Here are the top contenders:

Their names are, from left to right:

Mint Candy Apple by Essie
194 by Bettina
Blazing Blue from the Insta-Dry line by Sally Hensen
Bubblegum Pink from the X-treme wear line by Sally Hensen
Ring My Shell from the Salon Complete line by Sally Hensen
Mauve It from the Insta-Dry line by Sally Hensen

So, Miss Gabriella, tell me? Which will it be?

-Veronica.

2010-05-24T13:10:00.000-07:00

You and Me
by Alex Caldwell

You send shivers down my spine when you walk in,
Cause the butterflies to flutter like mad.
When you look in my eyes,
You burn right through me.
You are the sunshine when my skies are clouded,
The light when I can't find the good in the world.
I could be all that you need,
You are all that I want.
My stomach knots when you are next to me,
You make me nervous and giddy.
I smile at the thought of you,
Quake in your presence.
You have all control over me,
And you don't even know it.

Read more: http://hellopoetry.com

Because sometimes poetry says everything you wish you could say.

Gabs

Prom.

2010-05-24T08:13:00.000-07:00

First off, I changed the layout. This won't be a permanent change because I believe "Minima Black" doesn't portray our personalities very well. However, finding a new layout and organizing it the way I want is haaaaard. So, let's see what happens in the future.

Now on to the ACTUAL business. My prom was on Friday and it was epic. But I feel confident enough to say that Friday wasn't the epic-est of nights. Saturday was. I guess this comes from a very interesting night of Medallas, 43 (+ milk) and a lot of crappy vodka. After a very disorganized "Never Have I Ever" we were pretty much shitfaced and some people ended up in the bathroom (in the bathtub, actually) and I ended up on the bed with my date. We went to bed at around 3am after some very questionable events but the morning after was the funniest of all. Mostly because Veronica and I were rushing to get rid of all the booze before my mom got there (which, by the way, she never DID! >.>) and because we looked like death. Moving was ridiculous and the pool was a bad idea for nausea. However, it was the best weekend I've had in a while. In fact, it was an awesome way to start off the summer.

Speaking of summer, I have lots of things planned. But I have a question... Is it ok to be honest at all times? Or is it necessary to lie every-so-often? Furthermore, is it ok to lie when feelings are involved?

As always, confused,

Gabriella

2010-05-20T16:52:00.000-07:00

Reading all the drafts we have made me want to publish them.

-Gabs (following in Veronica's example)

Setting Your Bed On Fire

2010-05-20T16:13:00.000-07:00

I was quietly sitting on my bed taking a break from preparations for the weekend, reading La loca de la casa when I started to smell smoke. I thought it was coming from my AC so I turned that off and the smell ceased.

A few hours later, my sister came in my room, turned on the ceiling fan and left. I started smelling smoke again. I went around the room trying to find out where the smell was coming from. I unplugged everything and still, the acrid smell permeated. I called in my brother and my father and we smelled each and every area of suspicion and couldn't find anything. My dad insisted that it came from near my bed.

I saw it then: Chicken McChickenson, glowing--burning! His leg had been cauterized and had fallen off! The culprit: a power supply cable. I stomped everything out, laughed and took a picture. Chicken McChickenson is currently in the washing machine, for good measure. Hopefully Ms. Carolina will be able to fix him as she has once before (Chicken McChickenson was partially decapitated in December and she re-capitated him).

There is a beloved children's book called If You Give A Mouse A Cookie. It is essentially, a lesson in consequences. I'm not sure where the action/consequence line is drawn but apparently, if you give Veronica a bed, an iHome power supply cable and a chicken purse, she will set those on fire.

Um, yeah.

Veronica

P.S. You'll have noticed I'm using my real name now.

The four words no guy wants to hear.

2010-05-20T15:42:00.000-07:00

"No sex before marriage."

Really, such a simple sentence -phrase, even- shouldn't have that much weight. But, to the guy I'm currently pseudo-dating, saying that was a very bad mistake. Although he swears upon everything that it doesn't matter, his face just as I said it told the real story. His eyes wide, his jaw slightly slack, he stuttered out a small, "Ok..." and went on his way (he was leaving my house, after all.).

What's with the stigma of "saving yourself"? I understand that this decision comes tied with a big religious connotation but what about those of us who'd rather just stay safe, away from the glaring eye of an unplanned pregnancy or a damaging disease? What if you're simply not ready?

The pressures for a girl to "put out" for a guy are just ridiculous nowadays. And this is coming from an eighteen-year old who grew up in a pretty sheltered society. I shudder to think about all those girls who don't have nice boys around to respect them. The ones who are having sex at thirteen because it's "cool" and will make them popular. The ones who get used and tossed and ostracized either because they did eventually give in to the whims of someone else, or because they decided to stand by their beliefs.

And that's the funny thing, we live in a society where it's OK to have sex, be sexy, be lose. The media teaches its audience, "Hey, it's OK to have sex! It's OK to be a teenage mother! Look at Britney's sister! Look at those "Pregnancy Pact" girls! They did it and they couldn't be happier. They're even getting out attention." This attention, my friends, is being given to the wrong issues.

For me, that one-minute exchange left me feeling confused and a little hurt. But I know that he'll respect me because he's just that kind of person. However, for hundreds of other girls, there might not be a happy ending. They might be black-listed because they said no, or black-listed because they said yes. They might commit suicide if the pressure is too strong, they might break and ruin their lives forever. Whatever the case may be, the ultimate problem is that there isn't a half-way point. In high school, it's either one or the other. In real life, it's pretty much the same deal -except maybe without so much awful drama.

Confused.

Gabriella

Song of the moment: "The River of Dreams" -Billy Joel

IT'S ALIVE!

2010-05-19T20:49:00.000-07:00

Yes, my dear, nonexistent readers--The blog lives!

This, I suppose, arouses many a question. One of these could be, "Why did it die in the first place?". Well, little Virginia, as it turns out, when you're busy having a life you forget to write about it. During my time away, I've gotten through one and a half (the half is because of the strike at UPR) semesters of college; I've dated a guy who confused me for an unmentionable literary character (if she can even be called that for her lack of actual character); and I've made some amazing new friends as well as strengthened some old friendships.

One of these new friends, Carolina, inspired me to return to this blogging business. I don't think the rest of the original five will jump this bandwagon yet again but perhaps one or two might be inspired. Who knows, maybe we'll have some new people with us.

As to recent happenings in my life, there isn't much to tell. My university's on strike and my cousin got married last Saturday so that absorbed a lot of my time. The rest of it has been taken up preparing for Miss Vickytoria's prom this week.

Chee says ciao

SENIOR YEAR!

2009-10-08T18:13:00.000-07:00

...is not just the title of a High School Musical movie!
So, I'm all bored and such studying for history and I've come to you!
I feel a little like a cheater when I say [we've] moved on to something called,
"dailybooth"
In all, it's pretty fun 'cause we get to take pictures and say random things.

Somehow, I don't like it as much as this --although this is way too much work.

And so, I've started my senior year sans my best friends and have proceeded to do nothing different if not skip a few lunches.
I don't know... my life has become a little boring.
It's like Chee and Mess took all of the fun with them to college! (no fair.)
But because I've had so much free time I've been able to perfect my (mad) guitar skills and lose about 20lbs. [mostly due to a serious problem with procrastination xD]

I say I needed the change!

Other than all of this, my life is pretty much the same!
Although... I did consider smoking pot. Something new to try?
Why am I even talking about it? 0.0

Love, loves.

-Victoria

Geographical porn

2009-08-27T06:49:00.000-07:00

So, I was sitting at Cafe Lima yesterday with some friends

when I ran into some old classmates.

(I'm sitting near some stairs and it smells like pot right now...)

They asked me what my major is and I said, "Geography"

and for some reason, they understood "Pornography".

The conversation continued until one of them asked me what the hell location has to do with porn.

After the due clarifications, I asked them why they so readily believed I was majoring in porn.

They said it sounded like something I would do for the hell of it.

After half a second of thought I realized that what they said was true.

I would.

By the time I die, I want to be able to say that I've done it all, just not to excess.

Plus, I could make a shitload of money writing scripts for pornos.

Anywhoo, I'm wearing white today.

^_^

-Chee

I'M A COLLEGE GIRL!

2009-08-17T17:32:00.000-07:00

Walking is a skill.

I am certain of this.

Moreover, I am certain that I don't posess said skill.

The proof?

My pants got soaked to my knees today from walking around on campus.

I don't know how it happens.

I was sitting outside my Artefact's class and my buddy,

Homebitch Pete walked by and threw his wet sweater at me.

Yes, his sweater was wet but upon further inspection,

I found that his pants were mostly dry.

Apparently, if you're me, it rains upside down.

Only you don't notice.

Le gasp!

I need to get me some rain-proof panties!

LMFAO!

I got this when google-ing "rain panties".

-C to the H to the double E, Chee

MARILYN MONROE!

2009-07-20T20:53:00.000-07:00

SHE PLAYED THE UKULELE!

...sort of.

Lack of postage due to uninterestingness

2009-07-13T21:42:00.000-07:00

I haven't dignified a post because my summer's been really boring.
I mean, really, Mess and I were reduced to watching that crappy Jack Black movie.
I could copy-paste Vick's post and it would still ring true for me.

No job.
(My dad's clinic don't count. That place makes my skin crawl.)

No love.
(I've been busy falling out of that)

And my mother wants me to stay at a local college.
(Which happened. I actually got into one all the way on the OTHER side of this place but by force of coercion and connection, got into a closer one.)

Anywhoo,
I'm wearing a blue party hat.
And that's probably the most exciting thing that's happened this summer.
(Other than my sister's wedding.)

PANTS!
Chee

UPDATE

2009-07-13T09:53:00.001-07:00

New Twitter:

www.twitter.com/gabriellacc

and like before, don't ask. >.<

Love,

Vicks.

Ah, this is the life.

2009-07-11T17:51:00.002-07:00

Mess, I love that dog in your hair. Wonderful Christmas concert. xD

The summer has come and gone and I have not done anything.
I didn't get a job.
I haven't done my summer readings.
Goodness, the only thing I've done is my Common App.
But, you know, live an learn.

My mom wants me to stay here at a local university...
I got into an argument with her.
I don't think I won.

Watching Eagle Eye........
True mindfuck.

Love always,

Vicks.

Ah, this is the ife.

2009-07-11T17:51:00.001-07:00

PICTURREEEEEESSS!!!!! =D

2009-07-11T17:44:00.001-07:00

(that first one is me showing off and that second one is the best cab driver ever. we talked about cruises and he told me I had a beautiful smile. =D)

Fourth of July

2009-07-04T17:27:00.000-07:00

So, HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

Today we celebrate the day when the British came and lost (: While most people are out celebrating today, I am at home watching Spongebob Squarepants while eating Chefboyardee Beefaroni.

-Kenni

So I was thinking.........

2009-06-24T18:54:00.000-07:00

Just because I'm not showing Chee this, doesn't mean I'm not going to show YOU!
Oh, and, yes. I can see you! You in the blue stripped boxers.

And YOU! In the spiderman shorts!

Let's ignore my mindless mumbles.......

To those Zachary Quinto and/or Heroes....Enjoy!

Bordeaux.

Note: click the link.

I'm not experienced enough to put the video up. >.>

LINK: http://www.zacharyquinto.com/exclusive-video-bordeaux.html

UPSET

2009-06-24T18:52:00.000-07:00

You know WHAT Chee?!
How about you FINISH a blog post before judging me!
And here I was going to show you something cool!!!!!!!

aivoric
aivoric
aivoric
aivoric
aivoric
aivoric
aivoric
aivoric

SUCK ON THAT!

Love you. ^_^

Victoria.

The ironies of life.

2009-06-23T16:43:00.000-07:00

Hating Twitter but getting an account.

FANS!

If we have any....

Look me up and show me you're alive! :D

http://twitter.com/aivoric

(please don't ask.... >.<)

I might go to South Carolina for the summer.

Why, might you ask?

Because they have an IMAX theater near by, I wanna watch the first 12 minutes of Harry Potter on 3D....

OH! And I'm a masochist. >.>

LOVE!

Victoria.

MTV's 2009 milestone list

2009-06-18T16:45:00.000-07:00

MTV's 2009 milestone list

So, apparently this is a list of "five cultural moments that the class of '09 will take forward with them into the future." (MTV.com) Now, I'm not very sure how many 17-18 year old kids work with the network but my thought is that there aren't very many.

The list consists of:
5. Gay marriage
4. Twitter
3. Twilight
2. Lady Gaga
1. President Obama

Gay marriage. This is not something new. The issue of gay marriage has been out and about for ages so the fact that it is on this list is pretty lame. Out of everything that we have been through during the past twelve years, nobody can come up with anything more important than gay marriage? Let me be clear here: I am not saying that gay marriage is not important; I am saying that gay marriage is perhaps not as important as some of the other issues (including foreclosures, North Korea's missile threats, and everything else going on at the moment) and unless someone makes it legal to be married to the same sex, I don't think that this is a milestone of anything.

Twitter. I, honestly, do not know anyone who uses or has even looked at twitter so I don't really think that it is that important. It is a fad just like myspace and facebook and in a year it will be gone from everyone's list of favorite sites.

Twilight. I'm not sure why this movie is a "milestone". Actually, I'm not even sure why it was that big of a hit. It didn't have any groundbreaking special effects, or a groundbreaking storyline. I have to attribute its success to the teenage hormones of girls who can find nothing else to do but to get off at the fact that Edward Cullen has fangs and can penetrate(:o) the skin of Bella Swan. Fascinatingly erotic, I am sure.

Lady Gaga. I do have to admit that Lady Gaga is pretty good. However, are we really that shallow-minded that we can't even think of anything else but artists?

President Obama. Yes, I do have to admit that getting a new president is a big milestone in pop culture. However, if it would have been someone else like perhaps Al Gore or the likes, the president would not even be on this list.

As a 2009 graduate I can say that this list in a way, insults me.

As to the Dirty Sanchez..

2009-06-18T16:09:00.001-07:00

That is something you don't see every day.

2009-06-10T11:06:00.000-07:00

Introducing... Captain Spork:

I should stop this crazy, crazy obsession.
Well, soon.
^^

Vicks.

WHAT?!?!?!

2009-06-09T09:30:00.000-07:00

This blog LIVES?!?!?!
I love how you guys continually surprise me.
In honor to your awesome, I'll put up some pictures of fancy facial hair.

What have I been up to you say?

Well, let's see...

PROM STUFF!
Everything was perfect... for me at least.
I had the best date. ( Thanks Ricky!)
Hanging out with you guys was awesome, y'all looked gorgeous.
Aaaaand... I still can't feel the tips of my toes.
I may have danced too much.

WEDDING STUFF!
My sister's getting married and moving to Texas.
I'm a bridesmaid.
I have to wear pink...ew.

COLLEGE STUFF!
I got accepted to the college I wanted but they sent me to the wrong campus.
The one I got into, RUM, is in East bumblefuck and requires the math brains I don't have.
The one I want, y' know, the one with the cock as their mascot?
Its like half an hour from where I live.
I asked to get sent to the right campus but I'm still getting stuff from RUM.
Apparently, I'm in college limbo.

OTHER STUFF!
I gots me a big family.
We had four graduations plus the wedding equals mucho busy.
The remaining time is being invested in things like re-reading Harry Potter for the billionth time, writing songs on the uke and keeping myself from drowning in all the kitsch in my room.
I dunno if I ever mentioned this but, I like having weird, colorful useless objects in my room.
The gnome is next to the donkey-shaped pinata which is on top of the purple, inflatable one-eyed monster near the small statue of the turtle eating watermelon and books! Books everywhere.
Melikes the readins.

lulz for love,
Chee

P.S. I'm in love with Jay Brannan. I don't care if he's gay.

Incinerated Penguins

2009-06-02T22:00:00.000-07:00

Incinerated penguins

Get a life, you narrow-minded racist.

OH MY GOD Part TWO

2009-06-02T14:12:00.000-07:00

I got so excited over that that I completely screwed up the original entry.
Here's how it went originally:

Let's take a moment and thank GOD for one very special being...

Zachary Quinto.

Thank you God for letting us enjoy him for all of our viewing pleasures.

Oh, and I do mean all.

So, without further ado, here are some pictures that should be banned.
On the pretense that I can't think when I see them.

Ok, Zack, have my babies.

NOW.

Vicks.

[link]

OH MY GOD

2009-06-02T14:10:00.001-07:00

2009-06-01T14:08:00.000-07:00

EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW...

....question answered.
[it's a link]

Btw,

2009-06-01T14:06:00.000-07:00

Something serious has come to my attention........

What in the hell is a Dirty Sanchez?

Vicks

OH NO!

2009-06-01T13:56:00.000-07:00

What happened with the blog? >.>
Well, let's try to kick-start something!
The summer has officially begun in [name of cool town here].

Let me tell you something about the summers here:
THEY SUCK.
It's too hot and sunny.
Although, I'm guessing that'd be a plus with a lot of people.

So far, few things have happened.
I managed to NOT flunk my Junior year,
I managed to become single,
and I also managed to make plans for these two months off.

So, I'm going to become a pilot.
I'm going to learn French.
I'm going to start my college essays...
AND
I'm going to [hopefully] get a car.

Fingers crossed that I will manage to finish at least one of these things!

I'm sorry that I deserted [and probably killed] the blog!
Hopefully one of you bored Internet people will stumble upon us and maybe like us.
However, I won't manage to know
'cause we have no way for people to leave some comments.

So, another thing for the summer!
Figuring out HTML.
Lovely.

MUCHO, MUCHO, MUCHO... Chocolate [+ love.],

VICKS

2009-05-20T21:35:00.001-07:00

2009-04-06T19:15:00.000-07:00

This is a scale of failure and success:

FAILURE--------------------------------------------------------------------------SUCCESS

This is is our Dolly's Day project on said scale:

FAILURE-------DD---------------------------------------------------------------SUCCESS

I believe it is self explanatory.

This is me internet sighing.

I was talking to our buddy Chones.

A move to livejournal is likely.

Oh well... life is ridiculously boring right about now.

Spring break anyone?

I'm so bored, I actually volunteered to work at the clinic.

Peace out, homes.

-Chee

Sticker pictures rule...

2009-03-25T14:23:00.001-07:00

I don't really have much to say

stuff's been pretty... bland.

Just sittin' around,

waitin' for a college letter that will probably come,

watin' for a phone call that probably won't.

And now I feel like playing a sad song on the piano...

I don't have one.

I don't know how to play 'em either.

Oh well... PICTURE!

-Chee

Beautiful Dirty Dirty Rich Rich Dirty Dirty Beautiful Dirty Rich

2009-03-05T09:08:00.000-08:00

Watch more imeem videos on AOL Video

I love this video. No, seriously. Watch it<3

I love Lady Gaga. Also, her CD 'The Fame' is incredible. I've been listening to it for a week straight. :3

-Kenni

sticker pictures

2009-03-05T08:09:00.000-08:00

I went and got sticker picturesssss!

I look like a n00b but whatever.

-Kenni
Anyways, I know there was a point to that post but I just can't remember it...

2009-03-05T07:55:00.000-08:00

Hey,

come here often?

Bipartisanship... on a blog

2009-03-04T15:53:00.000-08:00

School is stress,

my hair was a mess.

Wagner braided it in Workshop

but then I let it loose after school

and it was like fun was stored in those pleats.

I went on an adveture and found...

a SHOE!

I named it Eric.

It was on a girl's foot but that's not important.

Let's call her the Scillypus, yes?

So when I finally gave Eric "back" [He's MINE] I decided to sit next to the Scillypus and then, I tried to push 'er off the bench.

I succeeded.

Kinda.

Physics suck!

I fell over too.

I fell over to the side with the dirt so now I have to wash my hair again.

Ooh! Ooh! Ohh!

Umm... Um...

I been playin' my uke lots.

I wish I could play and sing at the same time.

Lesseee... what else is new.

Oh, public declarations of love?

No.

Please, no.

Chee

Oh, Blog it!

2009-03-01T07:47:00.000-08:00

My family is crazy!
My mother is crazy!

No one writes on this anymore!
I'm going to Spain on my Spring Break!

My life is complicated!
However, I'm feeling a little sexy today. ^^

So, SOMEONE!
SOMEONE!

Write on the blog.

A few kisses and ten SAT questions,

Victoria

For you.

2009-02-11T18:17:00.000-08:00

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

Notice the change in the color of the sky.

[These pictures are as they come from my purple, 8 mega-pixel Kodak]

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

P.S. I totally bought you for thirty six cents before I sold you.

I am answering machine

2009-02-11T16:28:00.000-08:00

Mess is back
and her room is still messy

I'm failin' all the easy classes and doin'great at the hard ones

I like cheesecake and soy sauce

A choir sings to me in my head all the time

an SSSAA choir to be exact.
Perhaps maybe a lonely T and two B's sometimes, too

I am INDEED for SALE or KEEPS (more like...BUYIN!)

Got 9 Buys
2 Sales.......(Vicks and Chee.....hmmm,......traitors)

Buy me

I love you with all my
Shoe

Mess

NOW SELLING

2009-02-11T15:59:00.000-08:00

For sale:

ONE HOT SECKSIE MESS

[Autographs cupholders, fills in for the monster beneath your bed when it's sick and delivers a daily dose of awesome]

Contact

Chee

The Suck

2009-02-10T17:32:00.000-08:00

So, I got threatened to death over the phone.

I'd love to write a chirpy post with a funny picture but I'm kinda angry.

Scratch that.

I'm really angry.

I can't believe someone would dare price my security (and most importantly, my family's)

at $500 measly dollars.

Its also really scary.

I cried a lot.

I couldn't sleep without "help".

Blue, I'm sorry for calling you like that.

That weird phone number?

Its one of my house lines.

Vicks and Mess, thanks for your support.

My parents aren't lettting me go to school for a bit.

Its crazy, the way things work.

If we report this to the police, we uncover ourselves.

So for now, I'll just be a sitting duck.

Okay, maybe one.

Chee...ish

Update!

Rubber ducks are amusing

It's your [and my] favorite day of the week!

2009-02-04T15:47:00.000-08:00

And what am I doing?
Getting attacked by these shits:

Ok, I do have better things to do than play Silent Hill: Origins but who are we kidding?
I have to go.

Superman, you make me feel like shit.
Thanks.

Vicks.

A light up disco floor

2009-02-02T17:01:00.000-08:00

Yes, that is exactly what I want.
My 18th birthday is coming up in...
five months.
But still, I want a light up disco floor!

I want a light up disco floor in my room that lights up when I step on it.
I want a light up disco floor in my room that lights up and plays music when I step on it.
:)

Light up things are fun.
Hello?!
Light up headphones?
Awesome.

Y' know when you cry a lot and then you feel slaphappy and then you feel sleepy?

I'm at sleepy right now.
(But I wanna watch Heroes)

Talking to Blue about nothing.
(Are we running out of things to talk about? Naaah)

Listening to the news.
(O_O ANNEXED?!?!)
(Shet, more people getting fired)
(Yay, English phail!)

I think I'll take a mini-nap before Heroes.
Chee

Oh.

2009-01-30T15:16:00.000-08:00

PORN.
Duh.
>.<

BACK TO THE SUN, BACK TO THE SHORE!

2009-01-29T16:02:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-29T13:44:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-01-28T18:03:00.000-08:00

Kenni!

You didn't call.

Taylor Swift looks like an alien.

2009-01-28T17:35:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-28T11:13:00.000-08:00

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!

2009-01-27T16:24:00.001-08:00

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

2009-01-23T19:37:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-01-21T17:02:00.000-08:00

Red.
I resent you.

Amidst a blasting headache and the blistering heat,

2009-01-21T16:51:00.001-08:00

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.

2009-01-18T11:00:00.001-08:00

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

2009-01-15T18:12:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-01-14T19:11:00.001-08:00

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!

2009-01-14T18:09:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-01-08T16:26:00.000-08:00

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!

2009-01-08T16:06:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-01-06T08:01:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-04T20:47:00.000-08:00

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!?

2009-01-02T10:04:00.000-08:00

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.

I haven't done much...

2008-12-16T16:28:00.000-08:00

...but dream.

In last nights dream, I looked like this.

The whole school threw a party for an ex-suicidal girl
who graduated years ago and only had one friend--
her girlfriend.

The boy I loved in 9th and 10th grade
kissed the back of my hand and proposed
celibacy.

The school janitors used their cars--
the nicest cars money can buy--
to mow over fences.

The sky was purple.

A violin and a ukulele played a heartbreaking duet.

It sounds like the kind of fantasy a stomp poet would write.

But while I slept, it was all real.

Chee

[if this post were to have a theme song, it would be "We Are Winning" by Flobots.]

Cell phones need a vacation

2008-12-12T18:24:00.000-08:00

I think cell phones just decided to commit suicide today (in my response to Chee)

They need a vacation of some sorts, I guess.

Yours (Chee) needed a pedophile

Mine needed to die...though I think they gave me an emo phone since the beginning 'cause it's brand new (I got it Saturday!) Dam emo phones!!!

I was gonna get into the car (or machine of EEEEvil) but I was carrying my cello AND my bad AND my phone AND my i-pod...and probably some spare underwear when SLIP!!!

There it went!!!

It didn't even reboud! It just SLIPPED beautifully

into the gutter.

It wanted to do that.

Now it's smelly, but hey!

At least now my gutter sings Celtic Woman

-Mess in mess

Crazy people shouldn't be given liscences

2008-12-12T18:18:00.000-08:00

Really! They shouldn't!!!
I....I don't deserve it!!!

Recently, I almost Killed Emma and Vicks in a 15 minute ride to my house.

THE, I almost killed an old dude!!! And he takes care of other old people!!!!

Then I almost massacred a mailbox. That wasn't so bad.

However, afterwards, I almost MURderED a religion teacher!!!! Jesus!!!!

Then, after droppin Vicks SAFELY off at the train station...I didn't know how to go back to my house!!! So I almost killed ME!!!

And today...I killed a tree...and got lost in a gated community for half an hour.

Thank God for Vick's mom (she led me out >.<) I hate cars.

Why can't we have ponies?

- Mess eating mess

2008-12-12T14:36:00.000-08:00

Today was a bad day for cell phones.

My little brother, {Jay} [yeah, he's cool enough for the squiggly ones

lost the keypad on his.

Mess' fell in a gutter

and is now too icky to handle.

Mine?

Disappeared.

I have a theory--

there is a black hole following me.

If anyone out here on the interwebz could tell me where to find a

black-hole-hunter

I would very much appreciate it.

Today was a bad day for fingers too.

I got another paper cut.

Aaaaaand I somehow dislocated big brother's {Joe}

middle finger.

He deserved it.

Sorry.

>_<

So, I am now stranded ,

at home, cell-phone-less.

UPDATE

My sister just walked in and apparently...

My phone is being held HOSTAGE.

For serious!

The dude wants to come to my HOUSE

and he wants me to pay a REWARD.

I dropped it when I went to pick up my family's lunch.

Douche bag didn't give it in to the business--

he just took it with him!

Too pissed off to finish this,

Chee

P.S.

Vicks or Mess, call me to my house.

But if either of you speak to Blue before this,

Tell It to call me to my same number but ending in 22 instead of 51.

L'amour, le gossip, les amis.

2008-12-10T14:16:00.000-08:00

Dear Reader[s]:

I'm posting to say...
I'm posting way too much!
>.<

Other than that, huge drama at school lately.
Ok, two huge dramas.
One involves Facebook and the almighty power of alcohol,
throw in a girl most people don't like and make one mean fiesta.
Aaaaand,
It's worth mentioning Emma and her [ex?]boyfriend.
Someone she refuses to believe ever cheated on her.
I, however, will try to not intrude.
Watch me fail miserably.

I mean, ok.
It's her life!
But I care about her and she'll find out eventually and she'll resent me.
Because, I knew.

Bla, romance sucks.

Until then,
Vicky

Old People! Shake what your mamma gave you!

2008-12-09T13:10:00.000-08:00

Like so:

Thanks Mess, you're wonderfully amusing.
^_^

-Vicks

P.S. Pay no attention to the fact the video is repeated... I phail like that.

Ooh, you make me live

2008-12-06T17:19:00.000-08:00

The show was AMAZING.

MATHEMATICAL

AWESOME

KILLER

RAD

Aside from that though,

not much has happened.

Ooh, we have finals coming up this week.

I haven't studied for a single one.

Tee hee.

Any other procrastinators out there?

I think I only need to study for French... and Spanish.

I think I'll go lock myself up with Mess and do so.

.... tomorrow...

I wrote a story!

It's called Watching Glory Come In the Form of Morning

and I don't think I've ever given anything else that much thought.

Now I have to write an essay about it.

>_<

Do you know how weird it is to refer to yourself in MLA?

Oh, I've developed an obsession for Julia Nunes.

She is amazing.

She made me want a ukulele.

Gimme!

Chee

Cows.

2008-12-05T14:15:00.000-08:00

Australia.
The movie that made cows sexy.

-Vicks

I hate the future

2008-12-05T13:51:00.001-08:00

I stayed home from school because I'm sick... with allergies :3

But really, my mom gave me permission so that I could apply to colleges properly.

Colleges.... ah. (: What a hurtful joke. The other day I applied to University ** for the first time. Yesterday I got a letter in the mail saying that I "didn't meet the standards" which isn't possible for two reasons. One, because I haven't sent them my SAT scores. Two, I have the required GPA to get in with an 1180 on my SAT... and since I haven't sent out my SAT score, they don't know if I have the minimum required SAT score to get in. What is worse is that the letter isn't a flat out rejection. I was just told that I should go on a "deference program" which means that I should go to another college and THEN apply to University **. Thanks but no thanks. I would rather jump off a bridge while on fire than apply to your University again.

So today I am sitting in front of my computer trying to think of an essay to write for my other 10 college choices. I've been doing this for the past 7 hours.... I need to write something inspiring for the following uninspiring prompt:

Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.

What I don't get is how writing about someone important to me will get me into college. My major of choice requires no writing of essays and if they did, it wouldn't be a big part of it.

In other news, I'm taking the SAT again tomorrow and I have to write yet another uninspired essay so that maybe some old, bitter, wrinkly, know-it-all man can give me a 2. (:

If you haven't applied to college yet, don't even bother. It is all a big scam. You pay a big load of money so that MAYBE you can be successful in life. They're pretty much elitist, out-of-tune people with nothing better to do than to LOOK for things to give you a big, fat, REJECTED with.

Love, Kenni<3

Duh.

2008-12-03T16:41:00.000-08:00

I phail monstrously at counting...
Althought!
I'm not counting the Christmas mini-post as an entry!
Ha!
I foooooooled you!
>.<

I'm not insane, I swear.

Vicks.

The middle of the week has never been this sexy

2008-12-03T16:36:00.000-08:00

Three's the magic number, peoples!

the third of December!
the third consecutive post!
three rings on my left hand!
three charms on one of my necklaces!

Ok, now I'm just being paranoid.

Nothing major to report except...
The Christmas Concert Extravaganza is tomorrow!
Let's hear it for our ode to Martha Stewart!
And to Emma for making the hilarious solo!
And to us for waving around kitchen utensils!

Oh, yes, we're that hardcore.

Off to bed ridiculously early to rest those singing muscles of mine!
Huh, I'm using a lot of exclamation marks.
Does that mean I'm happy?

Lucid dreaming is the only kind of dreaming,
Vicky-Vicks

Oh! Before I forget!

2008-12-02T16:08:00.000-08:00

It's December!
Which meaaaaans...!

It's almost Christmas!

My favorite holiday!

:O

Hope you're celebrating with me,

Vicks

Do the Hellen Keller.

2008-12-02T15:19:00.000-08:00

Ok, I've just realized my first title [You've got until midnight... to die.] was kind of... macabre.
Especially if someone reads this and then dies.
Sorry if I've jinxed it, peoples of the interwebz.
>.<

Isn't death a curious thing?
What happens afterwards?
Are there other planets with people just like us?
Are we being observed by impossibly intelligent aliens?

Whoa.

I've gone on a complete existential trip.
>.>

In other news...
Choir rehearsals are squeezing the energy slowly and painfully out of me.
Thank the Gods the concert is on Thursday.
I shall bring pictures!
Just because I need to learn how to do this uploading thing.
Because, let's face it, I phail at Internet-ing things.
^_^

I hope Emma gets to post!
But, if not, I'm here.
Yaaaay.
Cheer people, cheer!

I failed a Lit Workshop quiz today.
Just because I was f@#*%$~ late!
Damn my eldery Principal!
She was the one talking to me anyways.
#($#*$#*%$)(!

Shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.

->Vict-oh-ri-ah

We all have babel fish, Mess!

2008-11-30T16:29:00.001-08:00

Ok, I was feeling a little emo today, too.
But Mess made me laugh and so did Chee [check posts below] so now I'm in a good mood. ^_^
So Ima bust out some o' ye olde foreign languages just because I want to be cool.

Today I went to Denny's and ate French Toast.
My six year old brother wondered out loud why it was called French Toast
and I answered as any 21st century teen would answer:
"Wikipedia it."

And that's not even the weird part!
My brother reaches for my *squeal* iPhone and goes to Wikipedia and does some research.
I'm pointing out once again, he's six.

I was playing with Barbies when I was six!
I did not know words such as "horrifying" or what the French word for jingle bells was!
[which, by the way, is cloches de tintement... who knew. >.>]
So, I conclude he's either an alien or he was genetically altered.
Makes sense, right?
Yeah, ^_^, I thought so.

So, I'm thinking about something.
Thanksgiving makes you want to eat.
And not just eat...
But, eat.
Eat like you've never eaten.
I say this because today we went to Chili's.
Normal enough, you say!
But, between two small children, one frail grandmother and one mother and daughter
we ended up scarfing down four plates of ribs and two Moltens.
What?!
That is just disgusting.

Here's to starving yourself until Christmas!
Vicks

P.S. As I'm pressed for time, satisfy yourselves with my powerful and emotive use of Italics. ^^

In my defense...

2008-11-30T10:02:00.001-08:00

... there were only two or three emo-love life blogs.

The rest was just me trying to be funny and failing miserably.

Ah, Alaska.

I dunno why I feel so awkward around her.

I think her brains intimidate me.

I was going to say something else about her but I'm nice so I'll keep it to myself.

Mess and Kenni are making me wish I knew a language that they don't.

Α, μα εγώ θα χρησιμοποιήσει μόνο έναν μεταφραστή.

Speaking of languages,

I woke myself up this morning in the strangest of ways.

Apparently, I was trying to figure out how to say "sailor" in Spanish while

sleeping

and I shouted "marinero" and woke myself up.

I almost forgot!

Gabriella the beta fish died on Saturday.

My seven year old sister cried because she didn't want to flush it.

So we held a funeral in our backyard.

[Rest in peace Gabriella. You will be sorely missed both by your former partner, Troy and your owner, Valerie.]

We're terrible pet owners.

We used to have dwarf bunnies.

They birthed three litters.

All of which currently accompany Gabriella the beta fish.

[awww, you can see a lil' bit of my sister]

I think the wheight of this on my concience might have something to do with my vegetarianism.

-Chee

Вы смотрите придурковатыми когда вы делаете то

2008-11-29T19:42:00.000-08:00

My Русско Barbie stinks.

Mess is back and she's read up on EVERYONE's posts! So no whinin'! Specially from Chip-o-da-old-block-Chee!

I noticed that,while Kenni made me laugh, Chee and Vicks-the-sinus clearer were being emo emus!

Mr. Blog seems to be violated with stories of love lifes! SO! Whilst some would find remedy's in happier notes, I think I should add моя жизнь влюбленности too!

I like Alaska, but Alaska's too much of a robot to notice. So caught up in Biology, she ain't noticin the Loveology! That's an important science!!! Like
WOmbology, the study of wombo and
Porcupineology
the study of BRICKS! Dont ask

Vitas loves you all, as well as me
Choir concert comin soon! Be thar!

Я тебя люблю!!

Oh Well! At least I've got me my Girardelli brownies!

I know, I suck.. A little. ^^

2008-11-29T17:17:00.000-08:00

Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?!
NO!
It's..... Victoria back from the dead!

hahaha. Maybe not quite so literally but you get my drift.
I think we [fellow DD bloggers and I] are experiencing something called:
cosmic irony
The world is against us!
And I have to pee...

Woo! I'm back.
Not to brag or anything but I'm the fastest pee-er you will ever meet.
^_^

Alrighty, so where was I?
A-ha!
Technology conspires against us Dolls!
Internet failures, HTML confusion.
Et cetera.

I've got nothing interesting to report except for my ghastly writer's block.
I have to write this short story for Lit Sweatshop and it's not going well.
All I've got so far is an Identity-esque plot about a girl with multiple personalities.
Yaaaaaay
Let's hear it for happiness.
>.>

Oh! You know what?
I should go.
I need to do all these things and I've got no time!
Whoah!
Big stress wave my way.

I enjoyed Twilight
Like CHEE didn't.
>.>
Edward is ga-- sexy. ^^
But, seriously...
Don't you want a sexy crooner vamp after you?

If you like piña coladas,

Vicks.

P.S. OMFG. I have an iPhone. xD
I want to make it look like that..

Hey! I'm gonna poop on your bed

2008-11-27T17:04:00.000-08:00

Alex returns,

It's Thanksgiving!!! And I'm sick again.

Seems like me and holidays don't go together. Hope everyone's enjoying some nice cultural dishes, cause me

I hate turkey.

>.< style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" size="4">Poptarts are nice!

I've been playing Video Games that Suck. Contrary to popular belief....wait...they do suck.
Oh well!

I'll be 'round postin'up some random videos on youtube
bout Guitar Hero and how it makes me want to
Poop on your bed
see ya.
Alex and the flu

Dollar Store Expeditions

2008-11-25T17:15:00.000-08:00

Today was supposed to be Emma's day,

but

her computer charger died

and

I didn't have time to do mine yesterday.

I'll tell you about my dollar store expedition!

The dollar store par exelence around here is called Capri.

The smell of piss hit my nostrils the moment I walked in.

It turned out to be cheap carpets.

But the fact that it came from the bathroom department had my brain working up a myriad of scenarios.

Capri never dissapoints.

I always find something to laugh at in there.

That day, it was Jesus.

I leave our non-existent readers to analyze the cultural implications of this.

I'm gunna go clean my room

and

pay attention to the Blue/Chee (heh heh) text-a-thon.

Your cotton candy is in my dishwasher.

Chee

Pass the salt

2008-11-23T14:32:00.000-08:00

We've reorganized!

In a very fiveawesomegirls-like move, we've now established must-post days.

They go as follows:

Monday - ME! [Paper Chee]

Tuesday - Porcelain Emma [cross your fingers and hope she'll comply]

Wednesday - Victoria Plastique [for love!]

Thursday - Barbie's Kenni [get your google translator bar]

Friday - Miss Rag Mess ['cause she's awesome]

The only one who did her job was Kenni.

Good girl.

We love you!

The rest of us were too busy.

Really.

Monday and Tuesday.

Work workety work!

Wedesday!

The Twilight premiere.

As we expected, the movie was full of our teenybopper school-mates.

They screamed every time Edward showed up.

We screamed every time the pepper spray showed up.

Then, 'cause we're cooler than our snooty classmates,

we went to BIG Kmart.

We being Dolly's Day + Lips + Jimmy.

(Lips is our buddy. We like Lips. Lips is crazy)

We danced in the aisles and checked out the guy in the toy area.

Buut, then I was stuck in two hour traffic, I had left my phone at Ben & Jerry's

AND!

I still had to do a politics thing with my partner.

Needless to say, I did not sleep very much.

Thursday,

I very very very badly failed my French history test.

Then I had to study for literary sweatshop.

My night wasn't as exciting as Kenni's.

Heh, heh.

Friday,

I caught up on sleep.

And I saw:

-The Clique (terrible movie)

-Once (excellent movie)

-Fried Green Tomatoes (alright)

Saturday!

We put the Christmas tree.

It's so pretty!

I'll put pictures up as soon as my camera decides to cooperate.

And I went to Snickers Urbania.

It was pretty rad.

Got to see Metal Mulisha

and a bunch of hot skater guys

and grafitti artists

and some awesome local bands.

Met an adorable asian guy.

Best of all, it was free.

Today!

I've been getting ready for tomorrow's rehearsal.

See you there, Dolls.

-Chee

Thursdays

2008-11-21T14:59:00.001-08:00

Everything always happens on Thursdays.

I'm serious.

I was going to the premiere of Twilight last night and decided to take a nap in my friend's car before the movie. Three hours later, some cops came and told us that apparently it is illegal to sleep in a parking lot. wtf? never mind.
My first encounter with the cops. Lovely.

Anyways, it's been a lovely day. Really. The sun is shining and the leaves are FINALLY turning orange(global warming?). It was finally cold today (about 34' F) so I got to look like the Michelin Man:

:3 Hottie.

Mein Freund♥, der ich mit alle mein Herz liebe, hat zu Oklahoma gegangen. Ich bin traurig weil ich ihm vermisse. :(
Auf der anderen Seite... Heute die Schule hat mir gefaellen. Wir haben mit crayons zeichnen! Ich habe eine EINS in meinem Kunst Geshichte Klasse. YAYYY! :D Ich will jetzt feiern. Hm... Ich weiss nicht was anders zu schreibe. Mein Deutsch ist sehr schlecht.
Tschues.

Note to whoever made our page layout:
IT'S COMPLICATED LOOKING. >.> IT FRUSTRATES ME.
Seriously. o.o where is the home button or whatever? Am I stupid? D:

Happy Late Thursday. :)

That's all I have to say for now.

Love,

KENNI

FREE RICE! CLICK HERE!

Alex is back and happening

2008-11-14T19:45:00.000-08:00

Alex is BACK

Words of wisdom: You don't get points for playing by the rules

GUh! Just came from a fashion show!
I HATE those darn models that are too afraid to change in public >.
Anyywhooo! I am reallllllllly in the mood for some brownies...the Girardelli, triple chocolate kind, to be exact.

I'm sort of disappointed in Klondike, ma laptop.....it keeps on .....dying...

there is a persistent tumor growing out of my ear. I want to stick knives in ma brain.

I've always tried playing two instruments at once. No success yet.

I'll takeyou to the candy shop

OMG! This photographer dude wouldn't stop touching me....all I could look at was his enormous.....NIKON CAMERA!!! Camera buddies!

Sloppy Joes are tasty. Sometimes

I like playing the sims with real people o.o

-love, Alex
I'm probably the coolest person you know.

Yeah, so I'm obviously overly excited about my camera...

2008-11-14T13:27:00.001-08:00

... and it isn't even new.

It is, however, purple.

I've been thinking about my style on this blog.

I think its waaay too similar to Victoria's.

I wasn't doing it on purpose.

From now on, I'll try to make this as Dolly's Day--esque as possible.

Now.

The day went as per usual:

Go to school.

Try to survive,

Only to commit accidental suicide by pastel poisoning.

Study hall put us once more in the land of boredom.

So what do we do?

We draw on our tongues with Mess' art supplies.

Yup, we're the cool kidz.

I "scored" tickets to the Twilight premiere.

Okay, I'll admit it.

First read-through,

the books were awesome.

I fell in love with Edward just like everybody else.

But honestly, as I read Breaking Dawn,

I found myself laughing.

I believe the adequate description is cheesy.

Le fromage d'Edward Cullen.

With the exception of Mess,

we all read it before it became a fad

and then we promised we'd go to the movie premiere.

At the time we didn't know the Queen would be hosting it.

Somehow, I'm not as excited as I should be.

At least Jimmy and Blue are coming.

Le gasp!

I haven't told thee interwebz about the awesomeness of

JAMES!

He is my twin brotha from anutha motha.

Born the same day as me and everything.

[July 22, send us stuff! :D]

Only he was born three years before.

Does it get better?

Yes.

We can check out guys together.

^_*

I just googled Jesus.

This is ridiculous.

They're all white.

And one of them looks like a male model.

They ALL look like male models.

At least this one has a nice tan.

Wow,I totally lost my DD rhythm.

Ahh, I'll keep working on it.

I feel like I should put another picture in here...

Because I'm immature and I think its funny.

-Chee

Chee the "all-knowing"

2008-11-13T14:51:00.000-08:00

>.>
Thesaurus.

I am back to awesomeness!

2008-11-13T13:47:00.002-08:00

Rejoice!
I am back to my normal self!
We seem to have pictures up on the blog.
:O
I iz shocked!
Hehehe...

In other news... I have a big History test tomorrow!
How... unexciting.
If sonnets are useless, knowledge about the Civil War is...
*checks synonym dictionary*
Useless! Futile! Hopeless!
Pah.

I can't watch musicals without singing along. >.<
People laugh at me!
But, you know what?
I don't care!
I looooove to sing!

Anywhoooo... Random interject after being looked at funny while singing Grease.
^^
The bake sale we had yesterday went off rather well!
I'm pleased to say we're out of the negatives in our account. XD
There was a lot of dancing around, singing and eating.
Butchered Gloria Gaynor, sold Cielito Lindo.
[you get a cookie if you can correctly identify who Gloria Gaynor is!]

Are you ready for your cookie?
I'm an awesome baker.
Ask Chee!
Or Mess!
Or... Blue!
Blue likes my cupcakes and brownies.
But let's not talk about Blue.
These are sensitive times.
>.<

Hm, I've seized watching Hairspray.
The Russian is talking to me and Jacob is calling.
My life is interesting.
^^

Well, I shall be back when I have something interesting to write!
Although I've said pretty interesting things!
Hopefully. >.< style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> love and a Peanut Butter cupcake for your troubles.
-Vicks

Synonym dictionary = thesaurus

2008-11-13T13:47:00.001-08:00

I was late to school this morning but it was okay because I got a sneak peek at this new phone...

Yes, that is a manphone.

And a pretty cheap looking one at that.

Still, it made me laugh.

The day progressed pretty much as usual, until lunch that is.

We met two very distinct members of society.

Angelina Aquafina and Enrico Balduino the Third.

The got along quite well.

Afternoon classes, choir and then...

MORMONS!

I don't know why I find them so adorable.

Probably because of Latter Days--

no, I found them cute before I saw that.

Buuuut now I am home and I also have a history test tomorrow.

School is hard.

Lesson of the day:

Never use the adjective 'gloating' to describe a guy who acts like a prick.

The mental image is just too weird.

Okay, I really need to study now.

Peace out mothalickaz!

-Chee