tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13312249584810187342024-03-08T04:50:36.662-08:00That Quiet Girl in the Corner@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-50038186401385398192010-02-23T16:43:00.000-08:002010-02-23T16:54:20.996-08:00LOVE MY LIFEMY CONCERT IS NEXT WEEK. I'M SO RIDICULOUSLY PUMPED, I'M WRITING IN ALL CAPS. YEAH. WHAT NOW, MOFOS?!? AND I HAVE FOUND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. HIS NAME IS LOGAN LERMAN. REMEMBER THAT. NOW, I WILL TYPE IN GERMAN, JUST SO YOU HAVE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I'M SAYING. MWAHAHAHA. JUST FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES. ANYWHO . . . Ich sah den film Gamer und ich sah Logan Lerman in ihr, und dass zum ersten mal sah ich ihn. Dann habe ich den film sah, Hoot und wieder war er <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; "> l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">ächerlic gut aus. Dan habe ich Percy Jackson sah, und ich dachte "Oh mein Gott, ich bin verliebt in diesen jungen." Nicht in einem stalker weg, aber du weißt was ich meine. Yeah, try and figure that one out. AND NO CHEATING BY USING TRANSLATORS. not that anyone cares about my stupid little posts, but hey, it makes me feel better to pretend like someone is listening. 'Kay, bye! Love ya!</span></span>@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-61042831160125874012010-02-02T15:07:00.000-08:002010-02-02T15:08:31.914-08:00New Video<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZUPCB9533Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZUPCB9533Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy! XD</div>@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-39833283820317731342010-02-01T15:32:00.000-08:002010-02-01T15:37:52.619-08:00Okay, I'm just gonna put these vids up, because they are AWESOME-PAWSOME! They're made from the same people who made Charlie the Unicorn, and if you don't know what that is, you've been living under a rock for the past BAZILLION years. <div><br /></div><div>Mmkay, so this one is the interview. "Is it a meat organ?" "It might be a meat organ." You'll get it in a second. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;">I'll put more in TOMORROW!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRX0AQKFtwU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRX0AQKFtwU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></div>@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-48649619955756491492010-01-22T14:44:00.000-08:002010-01-22T14:53:44.432-08:00Facebook-creeping?YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER STRANGER NOW! WELL, IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU, SIR, I GUESS I'LL GO! Sorry, jammin' to Paramore. Awesome song.<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I was just on Facebook the other day, and this chat pops out. And it says <i>hi.</i> I don't know this person. Okay, well, that's a lie. I just wish I didn't. He's a prick. ANYWAY, so, I just say hi back, and then log off. Maybe, that's a little rude, but OH WELL. So I log back in when I'm sure he's gone, and he's like, do you remember me? </div><div><br /></div><div>HOW DARE YOU??? YOU WERE A DICK TO ME! WHY WOULD I WANNA TALK TO YOU?!?</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I know what you're thinking. <i>If you hate him, why did you accept his friend request? </i>Well, if you must know, I am completely shallow, and I want to have lots of "friends". Did you ever notice that most of the people on friends' lists are just acquaintances? Yeah. Weird.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, it's only cuz he's totally into me. I can feel it. I<i> am </i>one sexy geekoid. Oh yeah. Y'all want it. Jk. That would suck if he actually did, because he's gross.</div>@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-28707201998015145222010-01-20T15:01:00.000-08:002010-01-20T15:05:23.562-08:00Okay, new favorite show is definitely My Life As Liz. I love that show. It is ah-mazing. She's like me, but asian!!<div><br /></div><div>Oh, and proactiv ads? Total bullshit. Avril Lavigne, Jessica Simpson, and all those goddam celebrities have not used proactiv. And even the pictures that supposedly show their zits . . . okay, those bitches have, like, one zit. FUCK YOU, AVRIL, FUCK YOU. What a sellout. She's not even punk. Real punk is The Clash, The Ramones, The Sex Pistols, etc. Kiss ma buttcheeks, you liar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, so, yea. See ya.</div>@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-90180567572953186302010-01-16T10:49:00.000-08:002010-01-16T10:54:15.483-08:00Life is GoodAaaaaaaah. No, that's not a scream, that's a sigh of relief and content. Life is awesome right now. Muse concert in less than two months, my skin is clearing up (hey, I don't care who you are, you've had pimples. They suck, but whatevs), 3 day weekend, nothing to do, and I'm a happy camper. In fact, I just got up now. Yeah. Don't wish you could sleep so well? I'm now watching White Collar. I love this show. I hadn't really thought about watching it before, but it's good. Besides, the guy who plays Neil Cafferty has some smexy hair. Anyway, back to chillin'.@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-20044290576722407772010-01-13T14:49:00.001-08:002010-01-13T14:57:51.501-08:00Really, people?? REALLY?American Idol auditions last night were ah-mazing. For rizzles. I'm hoping the one kid, Tyler, goes all the way through. He sang "Let's Get it On". w00T! w00T for Pennsylvanians, yeah! Jersey can KISS MA GRITS!! Just kidding . . . sort of. <div><br /></div><div> Anyhow, I really have to wonder, WHAT ARE SOME OF THESE PEOPLE THINKING!!! Like the one lady who, supposedly, had voice coaches and was wearing this blue cape type thingermabobby and had one glove like a fucked up Michael Jackson?! Okay, lady, if all the judges tell you to give up on singing, chances are YOU REALLY DO SUCK, AND YOU SHOULD QUIT. Ugh. People are retarded. And that's not just my natural aversion to people talking here. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the cocky ones. I don't like them. If you're gonna say you were better than all the past contestants, you might, oh, I don't know, BE ABLE TO SING. That might help a little. So, if you're cocky, and are thinking about trying out for American Idol, shove it up your ass. It's not mean, it's constructive criticism. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now on to the next topic of conversation. MUSE!!!! Only 2 months to go! SHIT YEA!!</div><div><br /></div><div>PEACE, MA HOMESKIZZLZ.<br /><div><br /></div></div>@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-28345477560570631222009-12-14T17:47:00.000-08:002009-12-14T18:05:55.060-08:00In Light of Recent Events . . .In light of recent events, I decided it's time to tell some jokes! Not just any jokes, TIGER WOODS JOKES!!!!<br /><br />Okay, so what's the difference between Santa and Tiger Woods? Santa stops at three hos!!<br /><br />Tiger Woods owns a lot of expensive cars. Now he has a hole in one!<br /><br />Elin Nordegren asked her marriage counselor why, next time, she should go after Tiger with a 9-iron instead of the 3-iron she used the morning after thanksgiving?<br />The counselor said “Because, now you’re closer to the green.” Get it? Huh? HUH?<br /><br />The police asked Tiger's wife how many times she hit him. "I can't remember," Elin said, "just put me down for a 5."<br /><br />Did you hear Tiger changed his name to Cheetah?<br /><br />What does Tiger Woods have in common with a baby seal? They've both been clubbed by a Norwegian. (Technically, she's Swedish, but it's funnier this way.)<br /><br />What's the difference between a car and a golf ball? Tiger can drive a golf ball 400 yards.<br /><br />And now, my fav youtube spoof.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH1lfRtZRZ8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH1lfRtZRZ8</a>@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-53689944882993181542009-12-13T10:33:00.000-08:002009-12-13T10:38:07.889-08:00Chillin' Like a VillainChristmas Party yesterday was seriously fun . . . but Brad and his two friends kind of treated it like a gay orgie. It was weird. I can't even describe how strange it was. But I got to see my friends, and I haven't seen them in months.<br /><br />By the way, BIG NEWS. I'M GOING TO SEE MUSE MARCH 5TH AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN. SO FOR EVERYONE WHO'S NOT READING THIS, YOU ARE MISSING OUT.<br /><br />I promise I'll tell you all about it. And, by you all, I mean type pointlessly to myself. But that's cool . . . whatever T.T<br /><br />For today, I'm just gonna relax, and not work on anything.@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-79331119150261643712009-12-11T17:45:00.001-08:002009-12-11T17:48:43.796-08:00This is NOT the Place for a Good Agnostic Girl!!!!What is with all these Christian blogs???? I'm just browsing around, and I see six Christian blogs in a row. There's nothing wrong with being Christian, but how 'bout some variety here???? Well, I'm not exactly a Christian's best friend. Apparently, if you tell them you're Agnostic, you're either a devil worshipper or an atheist. One day I should just say, "YES I AM DOING LUCIFER'S BIDDING! HE WANTS ME TO EAT YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!"@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-21378325759955558842009-12-11T17:14:00.000-08:002009-12-11T17:29:20.070-08:00Dirty, Dirty GirlSo, today was really boring except for lunch. Lunch is always awesome. We were sitting at the lunch table, and a hobby of Veronica's is to write dirty notes to the table behind us. She writes them to someone we shall call "Lancelot". So, she always writes something like, "I love you, please buttfuck me." Something to that effect. So she writes one saying that, and sends it over.<br />The guys read it, and Lancelot says, "Put a bag over your head, and sure." Ronny's quick response was, "So you can pretend it's a guy? You really don't like girls??" It was hilarious. You had to be there. Anyway, they crumple up the paper, and throw it at Cindy. Cindy, being the vulgar person that she is, gets out a tampon, puts it in an envelope and marks it "The 'other' table". She throws it over, and they open it. I sware to God, as soon as they open it, they all jump off the table and start freaking out. Aw, good times.<br /><br />Also, there are these girls in front of us that always make fun of Anthony's ears. I understand why. He looks like his mom had an affair with Dumbo and out popped Anthony. It's weird, because his brother is REALLY hot. Oh well. So later on, I do my impression of the girls for my friend Meggo, and she thinks it's hysterical, because they're black, so I'm trying to use the accent. So now, I'm blacky, she's whitey, and together we make Oreo. So now, if anyone reads this, you may refer to me as blacky.<br /><br />Christmas party tomorrow!!<br /><br />See ya.@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1331224958481018734.post-64008786833311310942009-12-08T16:47:00.000-08:002009-12-08T17:08:41.857-08:00My First Day As A Blogger.Hello, anybody who actually gives a damn.<br /><br />This is my first post. I think I'm gonna treat this like a web diary. YOU, dear reader, will get an inside look into my head. Don't worry, I'm not going to post crappy poetry, or talk about how much I hate my life. At least I don't think I will. Who knows? It <em>is </em>only day one. So, just don't post comments that say that you wanna kill me or something. Because I will say things you may not like. Be gentle. ;)<br /><br />Let's start off with my day. I go to a . . . let's just say a school. Believe me, it's for the best, because I have trouble with subtelty. School sucks. But then, if you were ever a teenager, you would know that already. I have a crap-load of batshit crazy teachers. My science teacher (let's call him Mr. Turtle) likes skulls, doesn't shower except for once a week, and likes to watch his pet turtles have sex (understand the name now?). My history teacher is a complete idiot, who thinks she's a Russian princess (we shall call her Anastasia). I also have a funny English teacher, who's sarcasm is very close to mine. I also think he is incredibly attractive, in a gangly, grungy, and dorky kind of way, and would jump his bones if he didn't have a kid or a wife. I think the only <em>normal</em> teacher I have is my Spanish teacher, and he's Guatemalan. I don't even understand what he's <em>saying </em>half the time.<br /><br />Now we go to ma buds. I'll make up names as I go along. My lunch table consists of my very homosexual friend, Max. There is also the unseperatable couple, Anthony and Cassie. They are really mushy sometimes, and I wanna pop 'em in the face, but it's probably just because I'm jealous . . . maybe. They are also both band-geeks. He's more geeky than her. There is also Cindy, ginger no. 1. She's sort of a grungy girl, and is disturbingly vulgar. The next one at my lunch table is Rebecca. She's a goth. Tongue ring and all. But she's so tiny, she's like a dark pixie. Last is Veronica. She's ginger no. 2, a Varsity volleyball player, and sort of a skank. But I love her anyway. Part of it's probably because she's not the brightest crayon in the box. Not that she's dumb, she just makes dumb choices. ALL THE TIME.<br /><br />I also went to a different school last year. I'll tell you all about that when something comes up involving my other friends.<br /><br />So, now ya now. We're on the same page.<br />See ya.<br /><br />@_@@_@http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781159782408502699noreply@blogger.com0