The next sentence is true.
The previous sentence is false.
What if Pinocchio said, "my nose will grow now?"
If I chose not to decide, have I still made a choice?
If seeing is believing, then why are looks deceiving?
Why is there no other word for synonym?
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Bonfire
This night was magical.
When I got there, Sam, Kristin, and I went walking around in the Hintermeister woods. Then we went around the bonfire and roasted hotdogs. Everybody was making weenie jokes, and we were laughing hysterically. I kept poking the ground and making it sizzle when my hot roaster-stick (does that sound wrong?).
Then we roasted marshmallows and made s'mores. I cannot believe Kristin hadn't ever had a s'more until tonight. It boggles me. We sat in the little area with the intersecting ropes and sang everything from Misery Business by Paramore to Price Tag by that-one-chick.
Anyway, then we all played hide-and-go-seek. Sam, Kristin, Jonah, and I all hid together the first round. We stayed in out spot for twenty minutes after the round had finished because nobody bothered to text us.
The next round was just Sam and I, and we hid almost in the same spot. I'm still surprised we didn't lose. I had a white hoodie on, and we were talking and texting the whole time. Anyway, Jonah (who was seeker) passed us like six times, and we didn't get caught. Finally, he got lost and gave up. And again, nobody bothered to tell us.
The third round, is was Sean who was hiding, and we all had to find him. He had a red blinker light that flashed on and off. It was mandatory he wore it, so we didn't have to look too hard. The plan was to just leave him there for a while. But eventually we went looking for him. He had taken the light out of his hoodie and taken the hoodie off. We found both, and when we got them, and crossed his path, he jumped out and almost made a girl pee herself.
It was hilarious.
By then, it was about time to leave. So Mark's dad packed everything up, and I swung and watched the stars while everyone slowly started to leave. Then I got home. Yay. But it was a fun, fun night. I'm still on a sugar high from all the Coke and S'mores I'd drank and eaten. Nights like these really make me want to just kick back and enjoy my life. I love just relaxing. I need to take time from this blog, and Facebook, and Twitter, and just live.
So, tomorrow I'm going to King's Island with my mom. But you won't be hearing back from me for a while. (Not too long though.)
It's hard to think that not 8 hours ago, I was with my cousin and her friends at Drischool* and McDonald's. goofing off in the play-pin and almost making it fall with our accumulated 730 pound asses. I jinxed myself when I said nothing interesting happens in my life. This night moved fast.
Too fast.
Bye, for a while. I love you all. Please be here when I return.
When I got there, Sam, Kristin, and I went walking around in the Hintermeister woods. Then we went around the bonfire and roasted hotdogs. Everybody was making weenie jokes, and we were laughing hysterically. I kept poking the ground and making it sizzle when my hot roaster-stick (does that sound wrong?).
Then we roasted marshmallows and made s'mores. I cannot believe Kristin hadn't ever had a s'more until tonight. It boggles me. We sat in the little area with the intersecting ropes and sang everything from Misery Business by Paramore to Price Tag by that-one-chick.
Anyway, then we all played hide-and-go-seek. Sam, Kristin, Jonah, and I all hid together the first round. We stayed in out spot for twenty minutes after the round had finished because nobody bothered to text us.
The next round was just Sam and I, and we hid almost in the same spot. I'm still surprised we didn't lose. I had a white hoodie on, and we were talking and texting the whole time. Anyway, Jonah (who was seeker) passed us like six times, and we didn't get caught. Finally, he got lost and gave up. And again, nobody bothered to tell us.
The third round, is was Sean who was hiding, and we all had to find him. He had a red blinker light that flashed on and off. It was mandatory he wore it, so we didn't have to look too hard. The plan was to just leave him there for a while. But eventually we went looking for him. He had taken the light out of his hoodie and taken the hoodie off. We found both, and when we got them, and crossed his path, he jumped out and almost made a girl pee herself.
It was hilarious.
By then, it was about time to leave. So Mark's dad packed everything up, and I swung and watched the stars while everyone slowly started to leave. Then I got home. Yay. But it was a fun, fun night. I'm still on a sugar high from all the Coke and S'mores I'd drank and eaten. Nights like these really make me want to just kick back and enjoy my life. I love just relaxing. I need to take time from this blog, and Facebook, and Twitter, and just live.
So, tomorrow I'm going to King's Island with my mom. But you won't be hearing back from me for a while. (Not too long though.)
It's hard to think that not 8 hours ago, I was with my cousin and her friends at Drischool* and McDonald's. goofing off in the play-pin and almost making it fall with our accumulated 730 pound asses. I jinxed myself when I said nothing interesting happens in my life. This night moved fast.
Too fast.
Bye, for a while. I love you all. Please be here when I return.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Well
Well Gosh, nothing really interesting is happening in my life right now....which, I mean, nothing interesting ever does happen. Just, ya know, normal-teenage-I-hate-everything angst. But I haven't really posted anything about Panic! lately...well....I guess I have?
Oh, screw it, I don't care. If ya wanna read my blog, read it, if you don't, oh well.
And in the meantime? Goin' to a choir party at Hintermeister.
S'mores and soggy ground and bonfires.
What a lovely idea.
Oh, screw it, I don't care. If ya wanna read my blog, read it, if you don't, oh well.
And in the meantime? Goin' to a choir party at Hintermeister.
S'mores and soggy ground and bonfires.
What a lovely idea.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
La Write
Ahhh, thank God for my brother. Without him, I'd've (I invented a new word) lost everything. All of the things I found from when I was a kid, typed out, and put on my flash-drive. It would've all been gone. But nope (: it's not. 'Cause I have the best big brother in the world.
:D :D :D
Happpyyy dayyy (:
:D :D :D
Happpyyy dayyy (:
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
My "Nostalgic" Playlist
Here's my "Nostalgic" playlist, in which I put many songs that remind me of my childhood.
Give it a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLF56EF5B56572F454
Give it a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLF56EF5B56572F454
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
aaaaand sigh
Today, I sang for the Ice cream Social, which is this pathetic fund-raising event held in the cafeteria of my high shcool. See, the point is, to have live "entertainment" singing for you while you eat ice cream and talk about how bad of a choir we are. And we are. We are horrible. We were the first to go on, and the worst there to sing. But that's not my point. My point is:
Before my choir went on, I was just dilly-dallying around, since we went on at 4 and I had arrived at 3. But in the cafeteria, as I walked over to my somber little corner where I sat and did absolutely nothing but look creepily out of the window, I walked through a spot where somebody had sprayed AXE. My mind was reeling. I guess I was trying to remember something, because I had this sudden feeling of...of I don't even know. Just a feeling that I couldn't place, that vanished as soon as it had appeared.
Then it hit me: Dorian. That was the cologne that Dorian had always worn. Always. And my mind was trying to remember a time I had spent with him, but I had blocked it because I don't really like thinking of my ex-boyfriends all too much. The smell had nauseated me, but as it turned out, when I lost Dorian, I found the smell actually comforting. And I missed it (I don't now, of course).
Now, I feel sick to my stomach with guilt. I had a suppressed memory, that was triggered by the smell of his cologne. I'm not supposed to be thinking about him. We're over and done with. But, still, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept wondering what that feeling was, or what the memory was even supposed to be. And I realized, that feeling was longing. Dread and longing and relief and anger. Most of the feelings I felt when we broke up.
I still can't place the memory though. Because he wasn't around me when we broke up the final time. He dumped me over text. So I don't know why I'm feeling the feelings I felt when we broke up. (try saying that three times fast.)
Before my choir went on, I was just dilly-dallying around, since we went on at 4 and I had arrived at 3. But in the cafeteria, as I walked over to my somber little corner where I sat and did absolutely nothing but look creepily out of the window, I walked through a spot where somebody had sprayed AXE. My mind was reeling. I guess I was trying to remember something, because I had this sudden feeling of...of I don't even know. Just a feeling that I couldn't place, that vanished as soon as it had appeared.
Then it hit me: Dorian. That was the cologne that Dorian had always worn. Always. And my mind was trying to remember a time I had spent with him, but I had blocked it because I don't really like thinking of my ex-boyfriends all too much. The smell had nauseated me, but as it turned out, when I lost Dorian, I found the smell actually comforting. And I missed it (I don't now, of course).
Now, I feel sick to my stomach with guilt. I had a suppressed memory, that was triggered by the smell of his cologne. I'm not supposed to be thinking about him. We're over and done with. But, still, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept wondering what that feeling was, or what the memory was even supposed to be. And I realized, that feeling was longing. Dread and longing and relief and anger. Most of the feelings I felt when we broke up.
I still can't place the memory though. Because he wasn't around me when we broke up the final time. He dumped me over text. So I don't know why I'm feeling the feelings I felt when we broke up. (try saying that three times fast.)
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