OH
MY
GOODNESS!
THE
HARRY
POTTER
AND
THE
HALF-BLOOD
PRINCE
TRAILER
IS
OUT
AND
I
AM
HYPERVENTILATING!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
hey babe..
This is me today. Kind of.
I have a vnecked black tee, and white cuffed shorts. I have a silver bangle, but mine has a vintage look to it, and I have teal sunglasses, but they are a bit more blue than those, and look good on me. Haha. I have that cell phone, and I have a bit of that colour eyeshadow on, just because I was bored. I had an apple today. What fun. I haven't gone out today at all, but my purse matches the outfit. I am wearing two necklaces, layered. The first is longer and it has a key, a small chrome heart, some weird crystal looking thing, and two small beads. The next necklace has another key, and a heart charm. The heart charm says I ♥ Jacob. Ha! Take that, Edward obsessed lovers! Haha, just kidding, I am kind of flip flopping..right now I am Switzerland. To add some colour to my outfit, I have a navy blue sequinned headband on, and I couldn't find one on polyvore, so I did the best I could.
Yeah.
Cool beans.
Bev, http://a-bev-blog.blogspot.com is supposed to be coming over, but I have to wait until six. WHHHYYYY?
I am soooooo bloody bored.
one year ago, today.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=2HyoAOjYnk4 This video kind of reflects some of my feelings.
Sorry for posting this late,
I had it in my drafts, and I forgot to publish it.
Sorry for posting this late,
I had it in my drafts, and I forgot to publish it.
Monday, July 28, 2008
the perks of being a wallflower
I recently (finally) read the perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. It was FANTASTIC. I had been wanting to read it for a long time, and I finally found it at a library. I want to buy it, I could read it so many times. It is intense, and kind of graphic, but not in a way you would think. It is about being a teenager, and you can definetely feel the pain of the main character. If you haven't already read it, GO DO IT NOW.
Here are just a couple of quotes from the book that I wanted to post.
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have."
"I'm trying not to be."
"I feel infinite."
... And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.
I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.
I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.
It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.
I don't like my birthday. I don't like it at all.
I even made her a mix tape and left it at the grave. I hope you do not think that makes me weird.
Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.
Seriously, read it.
Here are just a couple of quotes from the book that I wanted to post.
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have."
"I'm trying not to be."
"I feel infinite."
... And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.
I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.
I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.
It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.
I don't like my birthday. I don't like it at all.
I even made her a mix tape and left it at the grave. I hope you do not think that makes me weird.
Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.
Seriously, read it.
happy endings
I know a girl who loves to read. I love to read too. She has gone back to reading fan-fiction, and she came across this one story. It was a harry potter story, shipping draco and ginny. She was loving the story, and then she got to the end, and at the end draco is injured, and she was just thinking that he would have a recovery and everything would be all good after they kissed and stuff. But then, she read on, and in the last chapter, he dies. There wasn't much time to recover, she said, he just died and that was the end of the story.
She needs something else to help her get through it. She is perfectly fine with depressing stories, and she actually really enjoys darker literature. She was so upset by this story. There needs to be a bit of a happy ending to something, or else she can't deal.
Can you deal?
She needs something else to help her get through it. She is perfectly fine with depressing stories, and she actually really enjoys darker literature. She was so upset by this story. There needs to be a bit of a happy ending to something, or else she can't deal.
Can you deal?
hello, my name is
Hello, my name is Erin, and I am not the most experienced performer.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I do not have the greatest singing voice.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I fail at ballet.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I am one of the guys.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I wish that I could still play the piano.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I have gone to drama camp.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I listen to wizard rock.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I have a musical family.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I am a nerdfighter.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I want to be in Dumbledore's Army.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I enjoy improv.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I love innuendos.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I haven't done drugs.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I am allergic to an odd assortment of things.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I love talking to my friends.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I want to make videos for YouTube.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I listen to mugglecast.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I like The Partridge Family.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I love to read.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I like mario kart.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I can be jealous of you. And probably will be.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I think you have the right to be jealous of me sometimes.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I don't have a style.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I want you to support me.
Hello, my name is Erin, and you don't know me.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I do not have the greatest singing voice.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I fail at ballet.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I am one of the guys.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I wish that I could still play the piano.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I have gone to drama camp.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I listen to wizard rock.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I have a musical family.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I am a nerdfighter.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I want to be in Dumbledore's Army.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I enjoy improv.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I love innuendos.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I haven't done drugs.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I am allergic to an odd assortment of things.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I love talking to my friends.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I want to make videos for YouTube.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I listen to mugglecast.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I like The Partridge Family.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I love to read.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I like mario kart.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I can be jealous of you. And probably will be.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I think you have the right to be jealous of me sometimes.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I don't have a style.
Hello, my name is Erin, and I want you to support me.
Hello, my name is Erin, and you don't know me.
e to the r to the i to the n
define my name!
who cares if a bunch of people have done this before, it's not like i'm stealing someone's idea, because it wasn't just one person who thought of it a long time ago.
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4. Erin
Very beautiful and amaizng , and talented , loved my many and very trustworthy. She is so Erin!
6. Erin
Erin is a female who has the body of a goddess and the brain of a genius. Men are drawn to her good looks and her awsome sense of humour. Out of all the females in the world its the Erins who rule.
guy: your just like Erin
girl: omg thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me
7. Erin
An "Erin" is a trifling female who is scrubby, annoying, and less than average in the looks department. She likes to wear dirty, foam flip-flops with raggedy feet, and exposes her deformed stomach to many people. Most important, an Erin flirts shamelessly with married men, although she too has a boyfriend. She calls and texts peoples' husbands, and hangs up the phone when their wife calls back the number. When the wife confronts her, she calls the police because she is scared of getting injured. She then quits her job out of embarrassment and fear.
"An Erin is the last thing any classy female would want to be like."
8. Erin
The absolute most perfect girl in the world, and even her flaws are more beautiful than any other girl's perfections. She's the cutest thing on this earth =]
9. Erin
A girl who wears too much makeup. Has an obsession with Maroon 5. Has a mom who does nothing but clean dishes. Can't come up with a descent insult other than "Gypsy". But on the other hand, takes the best MySpace pictures ever. chyeah.
10. erin
An annoying girl that wears loads of makeup, sorta skinny, and has a HUGE head. It's like a fucking bobble-head on a flat-chested girl.
guy1: dude! that fucking Erin bumped her head into me while walking down the hallway
guy2: Holy shit, dude! Are you O.K.?
guy1: NO, i got fucking slammed into the locker, and she fell over because of her head's weight.
11. Erin
A short girl who will laugh at anything, annoying. Chews with their mouth open.
God that girl is annoying, what an erin.
15. erin
a slutfaced whore who's heart is full of love and compassion.
they all describe me very well.
who cares if a bunch of people have done this before, it's not like i'm stealing someone's idea, because it wasn't just one person who thought of it a long time ago.
URBANDICTIONARY.COM
4. Erin
Very beautiful and amaizng , and talented , loved my many and very trustworthy. She is so Erin!
6. Erin
Erin is a female who has the body of a goddess and the brain of a genius. Men are drawn to her good looks and her awsome sense of humour. Out of all the females in the world its the Erins who rule.
guy: your just like Erin
girl: omg thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me
7. Erin
An "Erin" is a trifling female who is scrubby, annoying, and less than average in the looks department. She likes to wear dirty, foam flip-flops with raggedy feet, and exposes her deformed stomach to many people. Most important, an Erin flirts shamelessly with married men, although she too has a boyfriend. She calls and texts peoples' husbands, and hangs up the phone when their wife calls back the number. When the wife confronts her, she calls the police because she is scared of getting injured. She then quits her job out of embarrassment and fear.
"An Erin is the last thing any classy female would want to be like."
8. Erin
The absolute most perfect girl in the world, and even her flaws are more beautiful than any other girl's perfections. She's the cutest thing on this earth =]
9. Erin
A girl who wears too much makeup. Has an obsession with Maroon 5. Has a mom who does nothing but clean dishes. Can't come up with a descent insult other than "Gypsy". But on the other hand, takes the best MySpace pictures ever. chyeah.
10. erin
An annoying girl that wears loads of makeup, sorta skinny, and has a HUGE head. It's like a fucking bobble-head on a flat-chested girl.
guy1: dude! that fucking Erin bumped her head into me while walking down the hallway
guy2: Holy shit, dude! Are you O.K.?
guy1: NO, i got fucking slammed into the locker, and she fell over because of her head's weight.
11. Erin
A short girl who will laugh at anything, annoying. Chews with their mouth open.
God that girl is annoying, what an erin.
15. erin
a slutfaced whore who's heart is full of love and compassion.
they all describe me very well.
reoccuring dreams
Last night, I was texting my friend. I was really tired, because the night before, I had gone to bed late, and then I ended up waking up at eight. So, while I was waiting for a reply, I fell asleep in my bed. How wonderful is that? I woke up at about 9:00AM so I decided to go back to bed. I checked my phone before I went to bed, and I had two text messages from my friend myles, who I fell asleep texting. I texted him back, and then went back to sleep. My dream was intense.
I'd had this dream before, but only when I wake up do I remember that I had previously dreamt it. There is a whole long beginning but I don't remember the whole thing. So after this whole long beginning, I will just tell you that I'm in a beachy(open) hotel, and everyone is in the main hallway thing/lobby for some reason. Some men walk out, and everyone is afraid of them. The room is pretty silent except for their footsteps. I don't know why I was afraid, but in the dream, I had reason to be afraid. They weren't scary like Marlene, but they were scary in a way that made the noise level drop so you could just hear their footsteps.
1. Scary like Marlene
Someone is so ugly, it is almost world famous.
The took one step past me, a family friend of mine, and my mother. We were lying on the ground. I don't really know why. It was a dream, after all. We all breathed a sigh of relief. We were al slightly sighling(sighing and smiling), and then the men take a step back, so that one of them is seriously less than a foot away from me, and they open this small black case that they are holding, but we failed to realize it before. The inside is a velvety royal blue colour, and sitting inside of it, is a silver pistol. The guy who was less than a foot away had it pointed right at my head, and trying not to show any movement, I crossed my fingers on my right hand. I won't tell you what my thought was, but I was like "Okay, I might die now, so I need to distract my mind with something good that could be my last thought." But then a group of females with guns did some gun dance thing behind us, and then the men walked away. After they were out of the room people got up from the floor, and catiously stepped away from the walls. My mom and I stood together, and she said something like "if they take anyone, it won't be me before those people," she points to a lady in a pink shirt with a bunch of jewelry and a shorter woman with a denim hat and a disney world shirt. It was really chaotic, and I saw some guy who I know. I found out earlier that he was on the good side, and all I remember is that he had a watch.
I began quickly pacing down the hall, when I saw my cousin. we were all standing along the walls or under things, all of us trying to hide. I don't understand why standing by the walls would help, but it made sense in the dream. My cousin was taking out his iPod, and I said, "You can't listen to your iPod, you need to be able to hear or else something could happen!" but being the person he was, he just put his headphones in and said "So?".
I then started to run. I wasn't staying at this hotel, I was staying in a motel with a pool, the same one as I stay at in clear lake every year. It was raining really hard, and I just ran, and I kept having to turn corners. I came by tons of places that had a resemblence to my clear lake vacation place, but it wasn't it. I was the only one outside that I could see, and I was fleeing with fear, I had no idea where I could find this place. I came down a sidewalk, the rain had subsided. I wanted to ask someone for help, and then I saw my grade six teacher, but she was drunk or something, and sitting with her friends. She was no help. Some guy who was sitting beside them watched as they refused me help, and he walked up to me. I realized I had my wet hair hanging in my face, and he was in a dry grey suit. He walked me down the sidewalk and said "Let's go take pictures of beautiful things," and I thought that was totally smart, especially for this situation that I was in. ( ??? ) I pointed to a shop window, and said "like that?" He looked at me, shook his head, and said, "No, that isn't beautiful". I thought it was wonderfully beautiful with the draping material hanging everywhere in warm colours.
I woke up after that, and I had two text messages, one from Janine and one from Bev. I've had this dream more than 3 times before, and everytime, at the gunpoint part, I think of the same thing. Not the EXACT same thing, but it is all in the same topic.
Have you ever had any reoccuring weird dreams?
I'd had this dream before, but only when I wake up do I remember that I had previously dreamt it. There is a whole long beginning but I don't remember the whole thing. So after this whole long beginning, I will just tell you that I'm in a beachy(open) hotel, and everyone is in the main hallway thing/lobby for some reason. Some men walk out, and everyone is afraid of them. The room is pretty silent except for their footsteps. I don't know why I was afraid, but in the dream, I had reason to be afraid. They weren't scary like Marlene, but they were scary in a way that made the noise level drop so you could just hear their footsteps.
1. Scary like Marlene
Someone is so ugly, it is almost world famous.
The took one step past me, a family friend of mine, and my mother. We were lying on the ground. I don't really know why. It was a dream, after all. We all breathed a sigh of relief. We were al slightly sighling(sighing and smiling), and then the men take a step back, so that one of them is seriously less than a foot away from me, and they open this small black case that they are holding, but we failed to realize it before. The inside is a velvety royal blue colour, and sitting inside of it, is a silver pistol. The guy who was less than a foot away had it pointed right at my head, and trying not to show any movement, I crossed my fingers on my right hand. I won't tell you what my thought was, but I was like "Okay, I might die now, so I need to distract my mind with something good that could be my last thought." But then a group of females with guns did some gun dance thing behind us, and then the men walked away. After they were out of the room people got up from the floor, and catiously stepped away from the walls. My mom and I stood together, and she said something like "if they take anyone, it won't be me before those people," she points to a lady in a pink shirt with a bunch of jewelry and a shorter woman with a denim hat and a disney world shirt. It was really chaotic, and I saw some guy who I know. I found out earlier that he was on the good side, and all I remember is that he had a watch.
I began quickly pacing down the hall, when I saw my cousin. we were all standing along the walls or under things, all of us trying to hide. I don't understand why standing by the walls would help, but it made sense in the dream. My cousin was taking out his iPod, and I said, "You can't listen to your iPod, you need to be able to hear or else something could happen!" but being the person he was, he just put his headphones in and said "So?".
I then started to run. I wasn't staying at this hotel, I was staying in a motel with a pool, the same one as I stay at in clear lake every year. It was raining really hard, and I just ran, and I kept having to turn corners. I came by tons of places that had a resemblence to my clear lake vacation place, but it wasn't it. I was the only one outside that I could see, and I was fleeing with fear, I had no idea where I could find this place. I came down a sidewalk, the rain had subsided. I wanted to ask someone for help, and then I saw my grade six teacher, but she was drunk or something, and sitting with her friends. She was no help. Some guy who was sitting beside them watched as they refused me help, and he walked up to me. I realized I had my wet hair hanging in my face, and he was in a dry grey suit. He walked me down the sidewalk and said "Let's go take pictures of beautiful things," and I thought that was totally smart, especially for this situation that I was in. ( ??? ) I pointed to a shop window, and said "like that?" He looked at me, shook his head, and said, "No, that isn't beautiful". I thought it was wonderfully beautiful with the draping material hanging everywhere in warm colours.
I woke up after that, and I had two text messages, one from Janine and one from Bev. I've had this dream more than 3 times before, and everytime, at the gunpoint part, I think of the same thing. Not the EXACT same thing, but it is all in the same topic.
Have you ever had any reoccuring weird dreams?
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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