sweet pajamas and scary chili.

Saturday, April 15^th 2011

     Scream 4 is the greatest movie of all freaking time. Well, the greatest horror movie… okay, it’s by far the best Scream movie ever and you can’t take that away from me.

     Why did no one tell me The Facts of Life was so awesome?

     Also, Birds of Prey #11 is probably my favorite of the entire new series (oh yeah I guess I’m reviewing comics now too.) from the Batjammies Oracle was wearing to the Black Canary chili through the Huntress/Catman date, this thing was a perfect 10 on the hammer pants scale all the way!

     I’m still feeling out of sorts. I’m nervous about my grades and starting to get bummed about my love life again. I feel some pretty awful poetry or prose coming on… you’ve been warned.

     In the meantime, stay tuned for the brilliant conclusion of you know what.

America has let me down for the last time. I am voting for change.

Tuesday, April 12^th 2011

     Okay, you know this is coming.

     What the hell was Chelsea Kane doing in the bottom 2? Am I going to have to actually start voting and not just pretend saying I’m voting for someone out loud counts as a vote. America, you’re all sorta reasonable people, right? (don’t answer that!) Why are you not voting for her?

     Okay, I have to do homework now, but I had to get that out.

i jut downloaded coyote ugly

Monday, March 14^th 2011

     We finally had some lunchtime drama today as Connie banished Blake Dyson to go eat with Toby at the Sundberg reject table and threatened to make the ban permanent unless he changed his “disrespectful ways.” She was all mean and angry and I was kinda impressed. Vanessa even high-fived her. (Fist bumps and pumps have been socially outlawed in Heller Park since season 2 of Jersey Shore.

     BTW if you’ve noticed it’s been ages since I’ve mentioned school or boys or boys from school or boys that I’ve met outside of school, there is a reason for this. There is nothing going on at all. I could show up completely naked to school and no one would notice me. Part of the reason for this is because I spend most of my time being flanked by Vanessa, who would be a model if she were 4 inches taller, and Connie, who has Mount Sundberg shooting out of her chest demanding attention. But mostly, I guess I’m a bit shy and standoffish. I’ve told the last 3 guys who tried talking to me to “insert one of their own appendages into their own anus.”

     Strawberry waffle time and then I’m going to finish watching Transmorphers, which is pretty damn good.

Umbrella Massacre the Musical

Friday, March 11^th 2011

     I have to run because my mom is taking me to see Lucinda Williams. Her friend Helena cancelled at the last minute and my dad couldn’t get out of work in time and it’s a 6:00 o clock show because Lucinda Williams is old. But don’t worry, I brought you entertainment.

     It was a weird day and here is the fruition of that weirdness. Umbrella Massacre, a photo essay by Penelope Blackheart.

the sillies are out.

Tuesday, March 8^th 2011

     I am not above lowbrow humor.

     http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Gaytime

     Also, dropping a Lean Pocket on my Eggo was the best thing I ever did.

pretend to be nice

Friday, February 25^th 2011

     I was too angry to post yesterday and probably feel the same way again. Somehow I’m fighting with both Connie AND Vanessa all of a sudden (all of the sudden?)

     I don’t wanna talk about it because in both cases is probably my fault. I just need a little time to apologize or give a decent enough imitation of an apology.

     In the meantime, here are some gloomy pictures.

Not even pretty on the inside

Monday, January 10^th 2011

     Bored.

     A kid in my English class asked me out today and I almost considered saying yes. Sure, he looked like an ass in a sweater vest, but hey, at least someone noticed me.

     I can admit it. It gets to me. I don’t want to be jealous of Connie’s 2 headed boy toy or the fact that every single guy on the face of the planet thinks Vanessa is prettier to me (she really is btw) but I am insanely jealous. I know that I look at everyone like they have two heads and make fun of just about everyone who dares to speak to me but I just can’t help it.

     For instance, today I asked Connie if she thought I was sarcastic or sardonic and she said “I don’t know where your family came from.” I spent all the rest of the walk to class making fun of her for it, made fun of her all throughout History class and then called her after school to make fun of her again. This is my best friend.

     Okay so I made up my mind. I’m gonna try to do the whole go to the mall and meet guys thing this weekend. I know it’s just gonna be losers and creeps but I gotta try something.

     Enough bitching. I’m gonna take a Benadryl and knock myself out.