And another thing

I still haven't figured out why comments are disabled or how to fix it. If you know how to fix this, help is greatly appreciated. Thanks.

**edit**

They should work now. You just have to go to the blogs individual page and the comment box should be right there.
W00t

ALSO ALSO ALSO

I want to try to to BEDA. We'll see how it goes.
(go to maureenjohnson.ning.com for more info)

Blawg

Om nom nom nom nom nom nom
chips and salsa
nom nom nom nom nom nom nom

There's something that needs to get out somewhere so maybe someone will give me a hard time about it...
My senior project research paper is due on friday
i have not started
that's 9 pages i have to write in 4 days.
help.

I'll be emailing my teacher for help/an extension tonight. i know it's only my fault, but regardless, that's the situation.
*sigh*

HELLO

I haven't posted in quite a time, so here, have a poem by me!

Carseat

She sits inside
Her little seat,
Booties on
Her little feet.

Faster, Faster,
Road flies by
As she looks toward
The summer sky.

New eyes wide
With warm delight
Take in the colors,
Shapes, and lights.

Gazing sweetly,
She can’t read
The ads that they
Would have her see.

Symbols, words—unique and strange;
She only sees the mountain range.
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I know it sucks. It's hard to write in the style of a poet who you are not.

On a more personal, diary-like note, I'm super worried my boyfriend is going to get drunk tomorrow, and possibly a little bit inebriated at school... I don't know how to handle this. Also, that sentence was comma-tastic. Grammar FTW.
BLARG
BED
NOW
GOOD NIGHT!

I Dream of John

Last night, I dreamt I spilled Strawberry hill on the white carpet in the bonus room. I was panicking because I knew it would stain, but Hannah didn't bother to help. I managed to clean it myself, but it did indeed stain (in the shape of a face giving a thumbs up no less 0.o). Woot.

I was getting all mad at Hannah as we left to bonus room, yelling and whatnot, but then John Green, in a rather fatherly way, glared at us and told us to be quiet. I'd forgotten that he usually works at that time of night. So real life me discovered that John Green lived with me, something dream me was perfectly accustomed to. He was doing a BlogTV show-I realized this because he said, "I think I'll read you some poetry" to his computer-so I went upstairs so as to not disturb him, and to put the dirty towel away.* While upstairs real life me reminded dream me that OMG JOHN GREEN IS BLOGTV-ING IN YOUR KITCHEN!! Dream me responded, "Chill, I know!". To which real me insisted, "We have to go down and hang out".

I went down to talk to John under the pretext of asking him what this thing on my arm was (eew, I know, but it seemed like the kind of thing one asks one's dad). He told me to ask the cognitive surplus of the nerdfighters on BlogTV what it might be. I was on the interwebs, in front of at least 400 people, asking what this bump on my arm was... but John green was my father figure, so this is definitely a good dream.



*I have never seen John Green doing a BlogTV show from outside the computer, but I could see him so clearly that you'd think I was around all the time when he did them. I wish a was a good enough writer to describe it in better detail, because it was kind of awesome.

Joss Whedon

I'm exited to watch Dollhouse, but I haven't ever seen an episode of either Buffy or Firefly. All I have to go off of is Dr. Horrible. Perhaps Dollhouse will convince me to watch both! I just want to be one of the cool nerds :)

In other news, Hugh Laurie just pronounced homage with the H. Lol.

Seriously though, the idea behind Dollhouse sounds pretty cool. Can't wait!

Happi. I Haz Sum.

Ok Lindsey, shake of the lolspeak.  *shakes violently*
I have been in SUCH a good mood these past couple of days.  For the longest time I would wake up every morning with a knot in my stomach and worry on my mind, but this morning I felt wonderful  I figured out why:  It's been, among other things, self-induced stress.  Basically, I'm the Procrastinatron 9000--no, worse than that, I'm a Procrastinatron 9 billion and 1.  There have been one or two things that I've had to do that I just never quite felt like doing, and last weekend I finally got them done.  I never would have guessed that simple guilt could have caused me so much pain and anguish!  Anyway the relief of that, plus being with Austin, plus Disneyland, plus Austin at Disneyland--you get the picture--has made me quite a happy panda. ^_^

Not that everything is perfect.  I still have tons of work to do and there's the issue of..Roxi o.0....  And I see other impending dooms on the horizon, but for today I'll just sit and enjoy my fleeting hot tub of happi.

lessthanthree

Boredom Blog #Blah

/ = subject change

I actually got some work done today!  Granted the work I got done is disGUSTingly late.  I hesitate to say what I was working on because it really is so obscenely late.  Ok, ok, I finally wrote my Senior Project letter of intent so I can change my project.  I was going to be interning at a publishing place and writing my paper on book banning.  Unfortunately, none of that was really fun or interesting or possible.  Finally I just decided, screw it, I'm going to make this fun or else I'm not going to want to do it!  Best decision ever, I can tell.  So now I'm going to be learning archery and writing my paper on gun control.  That will work out much better.  I've always liked archery and I guess target sports in general (except guns.  I don't know why exactly, but I'm pretty anti-gun).  The paper is going to look at both sides of the gun control debate and I'm going to talk about teen suicide and school shootings and stuff.  I think it's going to be pretty interesting, even if it IS a bit morbid.  Now i just have to get signed up for the archery lessons.  Moooooommmm! :)

/

I have so much music I don't like, and yet I can't seem to part with it.  I always come up with some nostalgic reason to keep it.  I'm currently in the process of burning it all onto CDs, so that should help encourage me to delete things.  However, I have to burn about 70 CDs and I'm not halfway done yet.

/

What do you do when your boyfriend is depressed and won't talk to you about it?  Is that normal?  It makes me feel pretty helpless and like I'm not useful.  I mean I know there's probably nothing I can really do about it, but I'd like him to be able to trust me with stuff.

/

Things to do before turning 18:  Get John Green to adopt me, because you can't get adopted after you're an adult!

Serious Business

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This Has Been Bothering Me Lately...

Is Ironic by Alanis Morrisette supposed to be ironic in that it isn't, or is simply a failure of a song?  This is an argument that has been made countless times, but will once again be made here.  Let's analyze!

i⋅ro⋅ny 1 the use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning

"Ironic"

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day

This is sad and ridiculously unfortunate, but not ironic.
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay

Hey, it happens.
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late

Highly unfortunate, yes, but not ironic.
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

No, no I don't.

It's like rain on your wedding day

That sucks, doesn't it?
It's a free ride when you've already paid

How unlucky.

It's the good advice that you just didn't take
That wasn't very smart of you.

Who would've thought... it figures

You get the picture.  This used to be my favorite song and, as a consequence (because it really isn't that great a song to begin with), my definition of irony became sooo screwed up!  I still have trouble really defining it.  Only one bit is sort of ironic by definition:

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

Someone who's afraid of flying, crashes his first time on a plane.  This is again an example of extremely bad luck, but I suppose it could be Ironic.  But like I said, my definition isn't the most accurate.

HOWEVER, there is still the chance that it was all part of her master plan.  Maybe, just MAYBE, she wrote this song with the intention for it to be not ironic at all, and in it's non-ironicness it IS, IN FACT, ironic!

But somehow I think it's just a song stemming from a major misconception of a literary term.  It's more amusing that way, anyway.

Thoughts?

Melissa Anelli Talks About Me!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwi4quQX_t0

I'm the one who made the Facebook group ^_^

Well, it's happened.

As I knew it eventually would.  I... am a fan of Naruto.  There, I said it, it's official.  Now, back to finding Sasuke!

Could I blog every day?

I feel like I could, even if it's just short posts like this that don't really mean anything and serve no purpose.  I mean I got this blog so that i write more, so why not use it?

"You are the one, the one who flies next to me, whispers I'm scared--look out, it's a willow tree"

Oh, The Procrastination!

I have so much nonsense I should probably be doing right now!  Guess what?  I'm not doing any of it!  There are so many dumb little tasks that need accomplishing that they've become a complete blur in my head.  I can't grab just one to focus on so they all remain undone and fluttering around my head.  I imagine each thing I have to do as a piece of paper being blown around in my brain.  Have you ever tried to catch a piece of paper in the wind?  It's difficult.

I feel the urge to edit this little nothing of a blog.  It's really bad writing the way it is.  No, I'll leave it alone.  Time to go make tea.

Epiphany

Have you ever had one of those moments when something, an idea or realization, just hits you and the truth of it conflicts with something in your life, or in some other way emotionally affects you *almost* to the point of tears?

I just had one of those.  I just talked to someone I haven't talked to in over a month and a half, and I realized just how important that person is to me.  I hadn't realized that I felt so different without him, but speaking to him again really reminded me that my life's definition of normal involves talking to him on a regular basis.  Thinking about it... I don't like the way life without him looks.  To put it simply, I do not know what I'd do without him.  I'm glad he's back :)

Is it just in my head, or do I sound snarky when I write?

(according to the red squiggle spelling lines of doom, snarky isn't a word!  Dane Cook lies!)

I haven't blogged in a while, so here I am.  However, this isn't going to be about anything important, I promise.

I just got back from church a little while ago, feeling gross but good from having played a game of broomball.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broomball  If you clicked that link like a proper stalker, you'd see that broomball is played on ice.  We, however, played on tile with socks.  You would also learn that broom-like sticks are the tool of choice.  We used actual brooms.  True story, one of the boys whacked one of the table-barriers hard enough to bend his $2.30 broom to a 90 degree angle.  A girl managed to achieve a 130 degree angle using the same method of destruction.

Before broomball, I got to make my formal introduction to the new Youth website that I used Ning to create.  I'd planned to give a tour of the whole site, but of course the inranets only functioned long enough to bring up the main page.  Anyway, they know about it now so my purpose was fulfilled.  No one's joined yet, but I guess they're just not as excited as I am about it.

At my urging, sister got a Twitter.  I of course realize now that I can't let her follow me because I sometimes like to tweet about how annoying she is, and because she likes to tattle to mom about the tiniest things.  If I were to tweet that I am a democrat, for example, I might get in a spot of trouble.

I wonder if anything decent is on T.V. tonight.  I wonder if I'll manage to make myself get any work done tomorrow.  I will always wonder why he likes me.  (Ooh, you didn't expect that subject change, did you?)

This is one way to start off the new year..

Things I hate, nay, despise:

1. Time

2. Space

3. Murphy

4. Crappy cell service

Things I love:

1. College breaks

2. Cars/vanpools

3. When Murphy isn't paying attention.

4. The internet

I had another dream!

I'm linking this on Facebook, so some names have been changed to... avoid personal embarrassment.

It started in my AP English class, but in my 11th grade english classroom.  We hear (and then go see) people stampeding towards something.  Things and stuff happen while the teacher (not Ms. T or Ms. W) try to keep us in our seats and under control.  Next thing I know I'm in Mr. J's car (shotgun) with some other band people I don't know very well.  We're going to a designated spot that the school sent everyone to; it was like a fire drill, only away from the school.  As we're driving, we notice things on the street.  There are pools of balloons and rocks and other weird and colorful things that crunched or popped when you ran them over.  It was apparent that someone had put them there on purpose.  We get to a place with tall office buildings and things like that, and are meant to just stand around and wait.  By then of course everyone has noticed that there's stuff everywhere!  There are banners spanning the buildings, blockish words that were made to look like they went through buildings, and just a whole lot of random, colorful mayhem!  It was the biggest, greatest senior prank ever.

But there's more to the dream.

While we're standing and waiting, I accidentally switch phones with someone, panic, and then find the person with my phone.  She was doing something with it that flipped the screen up.. 0.o  I didn't know it could do that, but I saw her doing it, so then I did, and yay.  (That was articulate.)  After I get my phone back I try to take pictures of everything that's going on, but I can't get it to work.  It wasn't broken, I was just being exceptionally clumsy.

Then I have to go to the bathroom.

Luckily we're near another high school, so I'm directed there to find the bathroom.  I have to walk through the music area to get to the bathroom, but I'm in a hurry so I don't really notice.  Afterward, I go to walk through the band room again and notice all this glorious marching stuff: navy blue hats and uniforms, white drums and those fake guns.  I just kind of walk over to them in awe.  Then someone actually fires a gun (like a stage shot with a flash and a bang but no actual bullet) and I notice there are two other people there: the girl with the gun and a guy cleaning some piece of equipment.  Slightly embarrassed at being caught, I continue trying to find my way back to the group.

*Here I find myself in the middle of a swim meet that the other school is having and I have to maneuver my way to the other side of the pool.  It's frustrating and full of irrelevant detail.*

Giving up trying to fight through the swim meet crowd, I go back to the marching band office.  It's a little bigger and longer than Mr. J's office, but it has the same set-up.  I'm surprised to see Chance with someone I didn't recognize, a 7th grader I vaguely recognized, and possibly Steve but I don't remember too well because then [Bob] walks in.  He talks to Chance and messes with the 7th grader, and then the others leave and we're the only ones there.  He then proceeds to curl up on the floor like he's about to fall asleep.  I don't really know what to do, so I decide to sit next to him and play with his hair.  He jerks awake in surprise and says, "If I woke up like this tomorrow and you kissed me good morning, I'd..." and I can't remember the words here, but my brain told me they meant 'be happy but really confused'.

And then one of these dream-skip things happen.

[Bob] and I walk into the other school's band practice room where their marching band is set up and ready to practice.  Mr. J is conducting.  [Bob] walks away into another room, I assume to get an instrument (and he's suddenly wearing this flowy-sleeved white pirate-esque shirt, btw.  Ooookay).  Unfortunately I can't find a snare or get to the snare section, so I sit next to a horn player.  The dream pretty much ends there, before [Bob] came back.

This was a ridiculously vivid dream.  I couldn't read what was on the buildings (even though I knew it was something like '09 forever'), but I could see faces.  Isn't supposed to be impossible to see faces in dreams?  After I half woke up I had to remind myself that it wasn't real, and if I acted like it was the next time I saw [Bob] it might not go so well.

Christmas: Taking Inventory

Things I got for Christmas, in order of when I see them around my room.

Little "OMG" pin

Itty bitty snowman snow globe ornament

2 little things of round post-its

The [mini] Rubber Penguin Kit (From the makers of the Mini Rubber Duck Kit)

Book light

Shakespearean Insults playing cards

Travel mp3 speakers

Plastic ipod case

Framed Japanese symbol for serenity

little bubble bath

little lotion

"Shopping Marathon" Aromatherapy set.

lip gloss case

vanilla sugar room smellerizer plug-in thing

white rubber duck

cute little stuffed reindeer

dove mug

red sparkly travel mug

$10 card

Argyle bag-------------------------,,,,

Argyle sweatshirt-------------------~~  <3

Argyle makeup bag---------------''''

The Last lecture audiobook

Mac lip gloss thing

Mac eyeliner thing (including blue and purple! :D)

Eats, Shoots & Leaves day calendar

Purple (cashmere!) sweater

Sims Castaways Wii game

$20 Hot Topic card

A total of $75 B&N credit

This list makes it look like a whole lot of stuff, and it probably sounds bratty of me to say otherwise, but it really isn't all that much.  Especially considering all the STUFF Hannah got.  My God it's ridiculous!  According to Mom, Hannah got so much STUFF because she told her to get it all.  Soooooo what you're saying is I have to tell you to get me things in order to earn equal gifts?  Ridiculous.

And of course, on top of all that, I got cramps.  I swear they started right at midnight, too, like they were waiting for Christmas to bring the pain.  The nap I took until 11 helped.

I'm complaining a lot, but overall it was a good Christmas.  One thing could erase all the bad stuff and make it perfect, but I haven't talked to him about it yet. <3

Time for hot chocolate!

"All I want for Christmas/is Yooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Finally, someone understands me! xD

These are the lyrics of Lauren Fairweather's newest song called Screening Process.  It's basically the story of my life.  It's scary accurate until a little bit at the end.

I always had trouble fitting in
Let's face it, I'm just strange
Even though I learned to keep things in
I never wanted to change

Before I knew it, I couldn't say
Half the things I thought about
They crossed my mind, then hid away
And never made their way out

If I have moments of insanity
The only one hearing them is me
In my head, it gets pretty lonely
I've been silenced by my own insecurity
I'm bothering everyone, nobody cares
No wonder I've been so depressed
I don't feel like I'm worth listening to
So I'm stuck with this screening process

I must've been beyond annoying
But you helped me, believe it or not
When you let me just keep talking
For that one day, I forgot

My whole life, I've faked a smile
Spewed some shit that doesn't matter
But the night you listened for a while
It was more than useless chatter

Something happens when you're by my side
Although I couldn't tell you why,
I couldn't hold back even if I tried
And I stopped keeping everything inside
I found the girl I thought I'd lost
You can figure out the rest
You made it easy for me to be myself
With you, I don't need that screening process

Days like that are hard to find
And it ended way too fast
So I play it, pause it, press rewind 
To try to make it last

I've held on tight to that memory
As I find myself just moping
Five months ago, you were done with me
Now you know why I'm still hoping

I thought that we made quite a match
For once I made someone's eggs hatch
No wonder I'm still so attached
I wish you hadn't let go of this catch
I'm back to screening everything
Just like I'd done before
And all I know's I need you
Whether we're just friends or more.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=362oFCsF7u4