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Movies in My Head

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Did you know that not everyone can picture what they’re reading as they’re reading it? I learned that recently. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t automatically picture the thing I was reading about. Is that why people don’t read? Because they only see words? Do people also not make up stories in their heads when they’re bored? God, I don’t know how anyone can handle that! No reading, no imagination… What’s the fun in life if all you have are songs with loud beats to overcompensate for the lack of a story, And movies, because you couldn’t come up with something like that in your mind? Man, I have a bunch of skills that will never help me in the future, don’t I? Instead of doing math at 4, I learned how to read. Instead of being able to keep a deadline, I can read books in a day, usually less. I have a killer imagination, but I will only be able to share that with people who enjoy reading, which is about an 8th of this stupid country’s population. And our country is stupid. We only read if a book is being made into a movie, is super short, or has an Oprah sticker on the cover. And even then, we need pointless things like the Kindle, because we’d rather read a book off of a small screen, burning out our pupils, but can’t handle reading a paper book, where the most damage you can expect is a paper cut, unless someone hits you in the head with one. Like, our school is very book-oriented (entertainment wise), and even then, our library is tiny, kids only read books about vampires and the like, and some of my very best friends don’t like to read. And don’t even get me started on manga. The story lines would make great books, but are watered down to about a thousand words, and a bunch of pictures. I greatly dislike having to fear the day when books are just… gone.

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Ahh! I Abandoned You Again!!!

Sorry about yet another long absence. I’ve been really busy, what with prom preparations, homework, and life in general. I do actually have a lot to say, though, so be prepared to read a long jumble of words that barely make sense. 1st on the list, prom. Oh, the… wonder that is prom. I am both extremely excited for it, and worried about it. It’s this Saturday, and I still have so much to do. I’m breaking in my heels right now, so I don’t get blisters, I still need to have my dress’ sleeves adjusted, I need to figure out what to do with my hair, I need to get directions to E’s house, which is where the limo is picking us up, I need to find a purse that goes with my dress, and on top of all that, Finals are approaching, so I need to study like mad if I plan on graduating any time soon. Tomorrow’s a half day, though, so I can knock out most of that stuff soon. Which is good. I plan on spending all of Saturday getting ready. It’s only junior prom, but it’s A- the first high school dance I’ve been to, and B- The first dance i’ve been to in three years. So of course I have all my usual doubts and fears: what if I didn’t pay enough to ride in the limo, what if I forget my phone, what if they leave without me, what if I get lost, etc. I know I’m overreacting, but it’s what i do. So sue me. And, as M is gloating about, I don’t… exactly… hate her weird Korean Rappy Poppy Crap. They have one, ONE good song. That’s it. But, gloat, she does. And to think, this is the girl I’m going to prom with. *sigh* what a world we live in… what a world… Oh, and God? If you’re reading this, if you give me my period on prom, I will find you. I will hurt you. I will make you watch Twilight. Then, I’ll make you read it. So watch yourself, you hear? *snaps finger in typical angry black woman fashion*

Edit- Hmm… in retrospect, not a very long post. Lucky you.

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Doodling

I decided that I like to doodle. I have these super fun new sharpie brand pens, which are basically just fine point sharpies, and I have about four pages in my super fun new 5 subject notebook just filled with random crap. Lots of hearts, butterflies, and stars. i also have just branched into little fat birds and snakes. And I drew Gary, from Spongebob. Wow. I can’t believe that this is what I’m blogging about. Doodles. i feel so mature… not. Ah, well. The fun doodles are also in blue, since I grabbed the wrong pens at the store. On another, equally pointless note, my hair is all ready to go for tonight. a bazillion curls, all Aquanet-ted into place, and I have been enjoying the confused stares immensely. When I get home I’ll post some pics for you guys. of the doodles, and my crazy hair.I also brought a dress to wear for the ‘fancy’ scenes, because no matter what Chelsea says about my black dress being a ‘black temptress’ dress, it is the most uncomfortable dress for dancing ever. it doesn’t breathe. I’m so excited for the musical. I love being on the stage, singing, and dancing. If anyone wants to see it, and can’t go, comment with your email, and I’ll email you a video of it, if i can. If you forgot, or I forgot to say, the musical we’re doing is Cinderella.  But I’ve had to  pause in between writing this post a zillion times, so I can’t remember what else I wanted to say. so bye!

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Why?

What is it about me that makes people feel this need to protect? it’s not like I’m some fragile piece of glass or anything, and I don’t think I look like the kind of person who needs to be protected, so what? What is it? Is it because I don’t get sex jokes very often, or the fact that I think ‘jump your bones’ means give you a hug? The fact that I’m almost too socially inept to function properly? I just don’t get it. Jamie says I’m innocent, and if it was just that, I wouldn’t be so… not really annoyed, so much as confused, I guess.

But last night, at the concert (the one i hated) and me, Syd, BC, and A got separated. You should have seen how they acted once we met up again. It was like they were really and truly devastated that I got separated from them. You’d think I was 7, not 17, the way they acted. And after the crazy chick bit A, he asked me if I was alright! Like I was the one she bit, not him! It really and honestly freaks me out.

I’ve never had anyone worry over me like my friends do. I’m the one who does the worrying. But what I really didn’t like, was how upset I was when i found out they weren’t with me anymore. I feel really stupid saying it, but I was scared. I know in the other post I didn’t really say much about how the concert made me feel, but I was 100% terrified. I’ve never been around so many scary people before, and i did not like it. At all. My slight claustrophobia didn’t exactly help, though. I don’t like touching people I don’t know.

Getting back on track; I feel really embarrassed about everything i just wrote, and it is taking me a lot of restraint to not just delete all of it. One a less confusing note: my foot isn’t broken. turns out there was a piece of glass stuck in it. *blush* My head is still killing me though. Probably from sitting up all night in the hospital with my sister, who forgot her inhaler and had an asthma attack just after 30 Seconds to Mars finished. Missed a day of school which is cool, but I also missed a day of rehearsals, which made me upset. I don’t like missing things that are important to me. Musical, yes. School, no. Sad thing is, the profession I plan on going into, therapy, requires an assload of school. And i just don’t have the grades for that. Guess i’ll just have to marry Jared Leto, and live out my days in the lap of luxury. Sigh… that is, of course, my friends let me. But whatever, this whole post is weird and awkward, so i’m just going to post it before i lose the nerve.

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I Hate Concerts.

I am never going to a concert again. The people were scary, the food smelt awful, people were smoking pot and drinking, and it was loud. My friends and I got shoved to the very front, which was not fun at all. I had three beers thrown at me, quite a few fat guys dropped on me whilst crowd surfing, and my friends and I got separated fairly soon. BC’s boyfriend got bit on the arm by a crazy chick who wanted to go to the front, and after she bit about four more people, she was kicked out. Andrew and I were separated from BC and Syd, so he kept me from being smushed by the giant people. It was when 30 Seconds to Mars came onstage that I got fully separated from the rest. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get out of a mosh pit without crowd surfing? It took me almost an hour to get out, just to give you an idea. I now have the world’s biggest headache, and the only good to come from this shitty night was that i got to touch Jared Leto. I will never wash my left hand again.

EDIT- i also am fairly certain my foot is broken. or at least part of it. One good thing about being black, it is rare for bruises to be visible. my aunt would be PISSED if she knew just how many times i got elbowed in the face. it hurts to smile. but i got to touch Jared leto, as mentioned above, so… And no, Jamie, I am never washing my hand again. EVER. Unless for some reason Johnny Depp feels like shaking my hand, and is allergic to Jared Leto. Cuz it’s no comparison, really.

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Today is the Day

Today is the day I meet my husband. KFMA Day 2010! It’s going to be great. 30 Seconds to Mars, Muse, Switchfoot, Five Finger Death Punch, Silversun Pickups, Neon Trees, and The Dirty Heads. I, personally, don’t care about the last four, or Muse, for that matter, but I shall suffer through, for my love. Wow. I’m going to look back on these post in a week or two and feel super stalker-esque. Along with the sexy nakeds, too.

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My Life is Better Then Yours. At Least for This Sunday.

Tomorrow I get to meet my future husband. Yes people, 30 Seconds to Mars is coming to lil’ ol’ Tucson, AZ. Along with Switchfoot, Muse, and a few others that I don’t care about. Tomorrow I will be within touching distance of Jared Leto. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ehem… All better. I am bringing my singing spoon with me, and I’m gonna wear my new black and purple converse. They is ever so cute. I can’t sleep, and even though it’s only 9pm here, I somehow get the feeling i won’t be sleeping at all tonight. Ah, well. Sleep is for losers. And tired people. I just ran my hand through my hair, and when my hand touched my ear, it sounded like someone said my name. I am so paranoid. All the fantasy books I’ve been reading. Speaking of, I have figured out Twilight. Stephenie Meyer is not an author, she’s a troll. Like that one Fan fiction, where if you search ‘worst fanfic ever’ in google, it’s the very first one. That story is truly awful, but the chick who wrote it (sexily) is known to just about any fanfic reader. I felt super accomplished when i realised this.

Something for you to ponder- what if J.K. Rowling had written Twilight?

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