Yesterday at work I got this magic little thing called a W2 form. I'm not quite sure what it is, but it looks kind of intense and adult-ish, and made me realize all the adult things that I do, and how annoying they are and how I'm not excited to grow up. The older I get, the more I have to, and the more my actions affect my life, and I'm really just not okay with it.
I'd rather be sitting in the basement with a blanket and a fire in the fireplace, eating popcorn and drinking hot chocolate with the light by the window on and the blinds closed, watching John Wayne or Harry Potter with my mom and sister.
I'd rather be at Caribou, drinking coffee and not having to worry about studying, or how much time is left until I have to go to work and struggling to cram all of my homework in and ending up doing a half-ass job on it all because I don't have the time or the motivation to do it.
I wish I had a good piano, or at least one that halfway works, so I could be playing it right now, and actually learning how to play the piece that I was supposed to have learned two weeks ago.
I'd rather be in Senegal where it's warm and foreign and I can sit at the table and eat Lebanese food and talk to my grandma, or go to the beach with my cousins or visit my aunts and uncles or walk around the streets or through the market. Or, at nighttime, sit on the balcony and watch the street below.
I wish it was summer so I could go places on a whim and not return until after dark, and turn sixteen and get my license and go on adventures, and be at spat camp and go to Senegal and have marching band and the Fourth of July and go camping and have no stress.
Except. Summer still has stress. Because we have summer projects, and I still have to work almost every day.
Summer projects are terrible. We need a break. You can't expect us to have assignments year-round. It doesn't help us, it only hurts us. Summer is supposed to be the time when we have no obligations or anything, and we don't have to worry about things being due, and time doesn't matter and it all runs together and we don't know what day it is and it's warm and we can go to the beach and we don't have to do anything. But the older we get, the less true that is. ALDKFJ;LASKGH;KAJSDHF;ASKLDFH;ALSKDF;LASDHF;ASKDF You have no idea how much I just want to be a kid again. Or to stay a teenager forever. I don't want to grow up. I really don't. The freedoms that come with being an adult aren't worth the responsibilities that also come with it.
I want to be at a Quiz Bowl tournament, with a really long bus ride so we can play Authors and have heated arguments or random conversations and listen to classical music, and then get there and do really well and then go somewhere and eat lunch and then compete more and then have another really long bus ride where we're too tired to play games so we just sit and talk and bond with our Quiz Bowl people and then after we can go to someone's house and watch Disney movies and eat junk food and I don't have to go to work after so we can spend a lot of time there, and then I can go home and watch more Disney movies and it snows a lot and it's just perfectly awesome.
I want to go to pep band and play awesome songs and hang out with people and drink Pep Band Gatorade and play more awesome songs and have an orchestra room bonding sesh after.
I want to have a goldeneye party in a dark basement with lots of food and gossip and awesomeness.
I want it to be warm out so I can go on more walks with Will and not have freezing fingers.
I want to be able to read books that I choose and actually have time to read them.
I want it to be summer or spring so I can go on a road trip and stop at a rest stop and stretch my legs and it's not too hot and there's a warm breeze and then we stop and get fast food and the car is a mess and we listen to music and then go camping and sit around a campfire and sleep in the tent and fall asleep to other people talking in low voices at their campsites and wake up and unzip the tent and it makes that unzipping sound that reminds me of camping and everything is wet with dew and it's actually kind of nasty but once you go to the bathrooms and wash up you feel better and you eat breakfast and continue your camping adventure.
I want it to be March so it will snow buckets. Like three or four feet of snow, and we can have a snow day and just chill all day, and maybe finish the homework that we procrastinated on and had resigned to turning in late, and go outside and shovel the driveway and go sledding and make snow forts and get snow down my jacket and come inside with numb red cheeks, covered in snow, and peel off the many layers of clothing and make popcorn and play a board game or something.
I want to explore the woods near Meaghan's house again, and go to the stream and make a dam and climb that giant steep hill that has the mysterious wire and make a zipline across the stream and just chill back there because it's awesome.
I want to play softball in the summer, where I don't have to wear gloves when I go up to bat, and where my glove smells like leather and dirt and we have tournaments all day and eat hot dogs from the concession stand for lunch and we actually win games and the people on my team don't suck and it smells like sunscreen and sweat and Gatorade and it's hot outside and then we finish the tournament and go to Culver's and then I go home around six or seven and maybe jump in the sprinkler, or run to Lake Ann, or go to Kaden's and swim in the pool and hang out with my neighbors and play night games and sit in the middle of the street at night and have bonfires.
This weather is depressing.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A Lesson in Blogging
So I decided to flip through the blogs, and I realized that usually people post about a specific event or thought or idea, as opposed to just rambling on forever. Okay shut up I know you're sitting there like 'DUH.' but I think that's what I used to do, I just got carried away and never had anything to say so I just said whatever came to my mind.
Today I'll find something specific to write about.
....an idea will come soon....
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This is why you guys are the only ones that read this blog SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEAN I just ramble because I never actually have anything real to say. Or when I do have real things to say, I don't feel like writing them down.
Still waiting for an idea.
I just want it to be July. I want to go to Senegal soo badly, for so many reasons. First of all, I want to visit my family because I actually miss them sooo much. Also I like Senegal, because it's so different from here and it's just different and awesome and I love it. Also, I need a break from school and work and my family and stress and it's just gonna be a whole month of complete vacation just for myself for the first time and I need it. That's another thing. I'm really excited about the fact that I'm traveling to a foreign country all by myself, not with my family or a group or anything, just me, having to navigate through airports and foreign languages and customs and whatnot all by myself, and it's gonna be like a test to see if I can do it, which I can, and I'm excited. Traveling is a fun time. Not just the destination, but traveling itself. I love it so much. Aghhh now I keep thinking about it and I'm super excited and I want to see my grandma and go to the ocean and walk around in Dakar and see everybody and fly on a plane and aghhhhhh I want to go soooooo baddddd. Only a little over 5 months! That's not even that long! I can do that!
In Senegal you can't drive until you're 18. But I'll have my American license. That'll be slightly frustrating. Oh well, I'll probably drive anyway. Actually just kidding I definitely won't because the roads are completely different there and I feel like I won't be aggressive or experienced enough to be able to drive.
I should stop talking about this because I'm getting extremely excited and frustrated that I can't go there right now at this moment. It's gonna be one whole month of pure Lebanese awesomeness. And the best part is, you'll get to hear about it because I'm gonna blog about it! Yay for you guys.
I think I'm gonna buy a laptop. Once I get my ticket. They're not really that expensive and I don't need a really nice one and I can just get a used one. Or I can ask for one for my birthday. I just want one for when I go to Senegal because the keyboards there are different and the only computer at my grandma's is kinda crappy and so what would I do without the lovely internet for a month?
It's 10:30 and I still gotta take a shower and the song I was listening to just ended so it seems like a good time to stop. Plus we have finals tomorrow which I'm not excited for.
Adios.
I should learn how to say bye and more languages so I can have some variation.
Au revoir.
Today I'll find something specific to write about.
....an idea will come soon....
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This is why you guys are the only ones that read this blog SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEAN I just ramble because I never actually have anything real to say. Or when I do have real things to say, I don't feel like writing them down.
Still waiting for an idea.
I just want it to be July. I want to go to Senegal soo badly, for so many reasons. First of all, I want to visit my family because I actually miss them sooo much. Also I like Senegal, because it's so different from here and it's just different and awesome and I love it. Also, I need a break from school and work and my family and stress and it's just gonna be a whole month of complete vacation just for myself for the first time and I need it. That's another thing. I'm really excited about the fact that I'm traveling to a foreign country all by myself, not with my family or a group or anything, just me, having to navigate through airports and foreign languages and customs and whatnot all by myself, and it's gonna be like a test to see if I can do it, which I can, and I'm excited. Traveling is a fun time. Not just the destination, but traveling itself. I love it so much. Aghhh now I keep thinking about it and I'm super excited and I want to see my grandma and go to the ocean and walk around in Dakar and see everybody and fly on a plane and aghhhhhh I want to go soooooo baddddd. Only a little over 5 months! That's not even that long! I can do that!
In Senegal you can't drive until you're 18. But I'll have my American license. That'll be slightly frustrating. Oh well, I'll probably drive anyway. Actually just kidding I definitely won't because the roads are completely different there and I feel like I won't be aggressive or experienced enough to be able to drive.
I should stop talking about this because I'm getting extremely excited and frustrated that I can't go there right now at this moment. It's gonna be one whole month of pure Lebanese awesomeness. And the best part is, you'll get to hear about it because I'm gonna blog about it! Yay for you guys.
I think I'm gonna buy a laptop. Once I get my ticket. They're not really that expensive and I don't need a really nice one and I can just get a used one. Or I can ask for one for my birthday. I just want one for when I go to Senegal because the keyboards there are different and the only computer at my grandma's is kinda crappy and so what would I do without the lovely internet for a month?
It's 10:30 and I still gotta take a shower and the song I was listening to just ended so it seems like a good time to stop. Plus we have finals tomorrow which I'm not excited for.
Adios.
I should learn how to say bye and more languages so I can have some variation.
Au revoir.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I'M TRYING. I PROMISE. I'M TRYING.
Okay that's only a little bit a lie. I am trying, just not very hard. I can't think of ANYTHING to write for this English paper and I'm going insane. I'm going to be up so late. I can't think of anythinggg. I'm going to die. Seriously I'm just gonna lie down on the floor and cease to be alive.
I realized, blogger is just twitter for the less eloquent people, who can't fit their ideas into 140 characters and have to ramble for a billion years to get their messages across. Except sometimes I don't have a message, I just like to ramble.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
You couldn't tell, but each of those had emphasis on a different word.
You just went through and reread that, putting emphasis on a different word each time.
Actually probably you didn't, but that's what I would do.
I just wanna watch Lost. I blame Will for this addiction. Watching Lost is all I ever want to do. Fat Thursday is soon and I'm supposed to make a two-layer cake but I'm not gonna have time. I still have to do my chemistry pre-lab, and it's 8:40. And write my paper.
This is what I mean. I know that I should try harder on my homework because I'm gonna be up really late hating myself later, but I'm still not starting it. Know why? Cuz I'm stupid. That's the only reasonable explanation that I can think of.
I was gonna cut my hair over the weekend, but then I realized that I don't have enough hair to cut. Maybe the top layers. Idk. I'll just not cut it.
My palms are warm but my fingers are freezing cold and can barely function. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT. My hands are always cold. All the time. I hate it. I can't do anything with cold hands. Especially texting. I literally txt in slow motion because my fingers physically will not go faster. It's strange.
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I am so beyond frustrated. I need to start my paper. NOW.
There is no racism in America! I mean there is, but to be perfectly honest I don't care enough about it to think that hard. There's racism, but it's not a problem. Our president is black! How are you gonna top that? Seriously like okay yeah a lot of people are automatically judged differently because they are colored than a white person would be, but the opposite is true in any other country that is mostly colored. It's a fact of life. I'm not trying to defend America. It's just true. As little as race actually matters, it still is a factor in society, even though it shouldn't be. How are we gonna solve that? I have no frickin idea. And I don't want to think about it. I just want to watch Lost.
things i like:
cake
lost
people
strawberry ice cream
summer
the ocean
diners
star wars
disney
the fifties
stephen king
pan am
traveling
having money
not having anything to procrastinate on
when people retweet my tweets
being me
having warm hands
pianos
going to minneapolis
lebanese food
talking on the phone
your mom
idk.
things i dont like:
wanting to hang up but whoever it is (most likely a parent) won't stop talking so you're like 'yes. yes. okay. yes. okay. uh-huh. BYE.'
ap chemistry
labs
doing work
not sitting
fifty degree weather in january in minnesota
the fact that it's january
when my hands are cold
not owning those cool mittens where the thumbs come off so you can text.
not owning an iphone so i cant have cool speech bubbles when i text.
being ocd about how many bars are on my phone
when the door is not closed
not owning a car
not having a license
the fact that i have to go to college
YOUR MOM
things i like, again:
my moms flower garden
sun
full moons
singing disney songs
movie marathons
mario
goldeneye parties
food
things i dont like:
lying
that fact that i am lazy
the fact that i have no motivation whatsoever
the fact that i actually have to try in school
annoying people
not knowing things
valentines day
obligations
people telling me what to do
people yelling at me
people expecting things from me
people talking to me (at certain times) (like now)
being in my room or the office and my siblings come in and decide theyre gonna hang out with me when really i just want to be by myself
sending a text and realizing theres a typo and its too late to fix it
our government and its stupidness
american society
the fact that i cant speak arabic and all of my cousins and everybody in my family can and im just the stupid american one that just speaks english and is always left out because i barely even speak french and it takes me forever to figure out what theyre saying and i'm way younger than all my cousins so i'm just the child and just basically yeah
when people dont take me seriously
being interrupted
subconciously succumbing to the complete neglect of grammar that our society has assumed
the fact that i still havent started my essay
when my phone 'stores' messages and i get them an hour later so people think i just decided not to text them back
when im thirsty but too lazy to get water
the fact that i cant go to communion in church because i never had a first communion so i just have to stay in the pew and then when everybody gets back from communion they have to awkwardly scoot past me and i have to awkwardly bend my knees and yeah
things i like:
reading rainbow theme song
arthur theme song
things that remind me of childhood
picture books
when you open a picture book and it smells really good you know what im talking about?
really old books
having a job
being a teenager
music
my grandma
my grandmas house
being lebanese
making lists
easter
when i know the words to the songs in church without having to read from the books
going to caribou
the fact that french comes easily to me
classical music
baking
being a girl
new piano music
playing a piano that is not my own
my cousins
when i have a lot of things to fill up my calendar because i dont like when its empty
hot showers at the end of the day (or sometimes the middle of the night)
exploring in the woods
having a stack of books next to my bed
trips to the library in the summer
excelsior
licks unlimited
mgmt
things i dont like:
growing up
having responsibility
being cold
not knowing how to respond to a text
WHEN PEOPLE DONT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR AND YOU'RE
when people cant spell
when people dont use correct grammar because theyre stupid (as opposed to knowing it but choosing not to like i sometimes do)
when people dont use semicolons correctly
going to chemistry
the thought of going to chemistry
walking into the chem room
thinking about chemistry
teachers who think their word is law
anyone who thinks their word is law
people who deal in extremes
time
turkey bacon
fish (alive or as food)
forgetting things
losing things
breaking things
not seeing the end of movies
messing up the last note of a piano piece after you played it really well
people touching me unnecessarily
FISH
(i was thinking about fish again and realized how much i actually hate them so i decided to say it again)
eating too much and feeling like crap after
old country buffet
fake laughter
public displays of affection
hypocrites
the fact that i am a hypocrite
narrow minded people
zd;fuoahlaiseulaf
dfljkghas
dsfkjhasdg
dfgkhuadfg
I NEED TO WRITE THIS ESSAY OH MY GOSH.
im gonna go now.
I realized, blogger is just twitter for the less eloquent people, who can't fit their ideas into 140 characters and have to ramble for a billion years to get their messages across. Except sometimes I don't have a message, I just like to ramble.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
You couldn't tell, but each of those had emphasis on a different word.
You just went through and reread that, putting emphasis on a different word each time.
Actually probably you didn't, but that's what I would do.
I just wanna watch Lost. I blame Will for this addiction. Watching Lost is all I ever want to do. Fat Thursday is soon and I'm supposed to make a two-layer cake but I'm not gonna have time. I still have to do my chemistry pre-lab, and it's 8:40. And write my paper.
This is what I mean. I know that I should try harder on my homework because I'm gonna be up really late hating myself later, but I'm still not starting it. Know why? Cuz I'm stupid. That's the only reasonable explanation that I can think of.
I was gonna cut my hair over the weekend, but then I realized that I don't have enough hair to cut. Maybe the top layers. Idk. I'll just not cut it.
My palms are warm but my fingers are freezing cold and can barely function. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT. My hands are always cold. All the time. I hate it. I can't do anything with cold hands. Especially texting. I literally txt in slow motion because my fingers physically will not go faster. It's strange.
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I am so beyond frustrated. I need to start my paper. NOW.
There is no racism in America! I mean there is, but to be perfectly honest I don't care enough about it to think that hard. There's racism, but it's not a problem. Our president is black! How are you gonna top that? Seriously like okay yeah a lot of people are automatically judged differently because they are colored than a white person would be, but the opposite is true in any other country that is mostly colored. It's a fact of life. I'm not trying to defend America. It's just true. As little as race actually matters, it still is a factor in society, even though it shouldn't be. How are we gonna solve that? I have no frickin idea. And I don't want to think about it. I just want to watch Lost.
things i like:
cake
lost
people
strawberry ice cream
summer
the ocean
diners
star wars
disney
the fifties
stephen king
pan am
traveling
having money
not having anything to procrastinate on
when people retweet my tweets
being me
having warm hands
pianos
going to minneapolis
lebanese food
talking on the phone
your mom
idk.
things i dont like:
wanting to hang up but whoever it is (most likely a parent) won't stop talking so you're like 'yes. yes. okay. yes. okay. uh-huh. BYE.'
ap chemistry
labs
doing work
not sitting
fifty degree weather in january in minnesota
the fact that it's january
when my hands are cold
not owning those cool mittens where the thumbs come off so you can text.
not owning an iphone so i cant have cool speech bubbles when i text.
being ocd about how many bars are on my phone
when the door is not closed
not owning a car
not having a license
the fact that i have to go to college
YOUR MOM
things i like, again:
my moms flower garden
sun
full moons
singing disney songs
movie marathons
mario
goldeneye parties
food
things i dont like:
lying
that fact that i am lazy
the fact that i have no motivation whatsoever
the fact that i actually have to try in school
annoying people
not knowing things
valentines day
obligations
people telling me what to do
people yelling at me
people expecting things from me
people talking to me (at certain times) (like now)
being in my room or the office and my siblings come in and decide theyre gonna hang out with me when really i just want to be by myself
sending a text and realizing theres a typo and its too late to fix it
our government and its stupidness
american society
the fact that i cant speak arabic and all of my cousins and everybody in my family can and im just the stupid american one that just speaks english and is always left out because i barely even speak french and it takes me forever to figure out what theyre saying and i'm way younger than all my cousins so i'm just the child and just basically yeah
when people dont take me seriously
being interrupted
subconciously succumbing to the complete neglect of grammar that our society has assumed
the fact that i still havent started my essay
when my phone 'stores' messages and i get them an hour later so people think i just decided not to text them back
when im thirsty but too lazy to get water
the fact that i cant go to communion in church because i never had a first communion so i just have to stay in the pew and then when everybody gets back from communion they have to awkwardly scoot past me and i have to awkwardly bend my knees and yeah
things i like:
reading rainbow theme song
arthur theme song
things that remind me of childhood
picture books
when you open a picture book and it smells really good you know what im talking about?
really old books
having a job
being a teenager
music
my grandma
my grandmas house
being lebanese
making lists
easter
when i know the words to the songs in church without having to read from the books
going to caribou
the fact that french comes easily to me
classical music
baking
being a girl
new piano music
playing a piano that is not my own
my cousins
when i have a lot of things to fill up my calendar because i dont like when its empty
hot showers at the end of the day (or sometimes the middle of the night)
exploring in the woods
having a stack of books next to my bed
trips to the library in the summer
excelsior
licks unlimited
mgmt
things i dont like:
growing up
having responsibility
being cold
not knowing how to respond to a text
WHEN PEOPLE DONT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR AND YOU'RE
when people cant spell
when people dont use correct grammar because theyre stupid (as opposed to knowing it but choosing not to like i sometimes do)
when people dont use semicolons correctly
going to chemistry
the thought of going to chemistry
walking into the chem room
thinking about chemistry
teachers who think their word is law
anyone who thinks their word is law
people who deal in extremes
time
turkey bacon
fish (alive or as food)
forgetting things
losing things
breaking things
not seeing the end of movies
messing up the last note of a piano piece after you played it really well
people touching me unnecessarily
FISH
(i was thinking about fish again and realized how much i actually hate them so i decided to say it again)
eating too much and feeling like crap after
old country buffet
fake laughter
public displays of affection
hypocrites
the fact that i am a hypocrite
narrow minded people
zd;fuoahlaiseulaf
dfljkghas
dsfkjhasdg
dfgkhuadfg
I NEED TO WRITE THIS ESSAY OH MY GOSH.
im gonna go now.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
disney songs
are awesome.
my dear, sweet child.
that's what i do! it's what i live for.
to help unfortunate merfolk...like yourself!
poor souls, with no one else to turn to!
i admit that in the past i've been a nasty. they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch.
but you'll find that nowadays, i've mended all my ways, repented, seen the light, and made a switch.
two years!
and i fortunately know a little magic. it's a talent that i always have possessed.
and dear lady please don't laugh, i use it on behalf on the miserable, lonely, and depressed.
pathetic!
poor unfortunate souls!
in pain, in need.
this one longing to be thinner, that one wants to get the girl, and do i help them? yes, indeed.
those poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true.
they come flocking to my cauldron crying, "spells ursula, please!" and i help them.
yes i do!
now it's happened once or twice.
someone couldn't pay the price, and i'm afraid i've had to rake 'em cross the coals.
yes, i've had the odd complaint, but on the whole i've been a saint.
to those poor unfortunate souls.
now, here's the deal.
i will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days.
got that?
three days.
now listen, this is important:
before the sun sets on the third day, you've got to get dear old princey to fall in love with you!
that is, he's got to kiss you.
and not just any kiss.
the kiss of true love!
if he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day,
you'll remain human permanently!
but if he doesn't, you turn back into a mermaid and....
you belong to me.
---no ariel!---
have we got a deal?
if i become human, i'll never be with my father or sisters again...
that's right. but, you'll have your man. life's full of tough choices, innit?!
oh! and there is one more thing.
we haven't discussed the subject of payment yet.
you can't get something from nothing you know.
but i don't have any-
i'm not asking much!
just a token, really, a trifle!
you'll never even miss it.
what i want from you is...
your voice.
my voice?
you've got it, sweetcakes.
no more talking, singing. zip.
but without my voice, how can i-
you have your looks!
your pretty face!
and don't underestimate the importance of...
BODY LANGUAGE!
HA!
the men up there don't like a lot of blabber.
they think a girl who gossips is a bore!
yes, on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
and after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation.
true gentlemen avoid it when they can.
but they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who's withdrawn.
it's she who holds her tongue who get the man.
come on you poor unfortunate soul!
go ahead!
make your choice!
i'm a very busy woman and i haven't got all day.
it won't cost much!
just your voice!
ya poor unfortunate soul,
it's sad, but true.
if you want to cross a bridge my sweet, you've got to pay a toll.
take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll.
flotsam, jetsam, now i've got her boys,
the boss is on a rollllllllllllll!
this poor
unfortunate
sooooouuuuuuuuuuuuul!
paluga sebruga come winds of the caspian sea,
larayssus glossitis, etmax laryngitis, la vulche to meeee.
(idk i kinda made some of that up)
now, sing.
ahhh ah ah ah aasdfjal;sdkfj;laskdfjl lalalalalalalala
lalalalalalalalalala
keep singing!
ahahahaha mwahahahahaha aHAHAHAHAHA (evil laughter)
*ariel emerges from the ocean silhouetted against the sky*
that was all from my head. appreciate it.
my dear, sweet child.
that's what i do! it's what i live for.
to help unfortunate merfolk...like yourself!
poor souls, with no one else to turn to!
i admit that in the past i've been a nasty. they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch.
but you'll find that nowadays, i've mended all my ways, repented, seen the light, and made a switch.
two years!
and i fortunately know a little magic. it's a talent that i always have possessed.
and dear lady please don't laugh, i use it on behalf on the miserable, lonely, and depressed.
pathetic!
poor unfortunate souls!
in pain, in need.
this one longing to be thinner, that one wants to get the girl, and do i help them? yes, indeed.
those poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true.
they come flocking to my cauldron crying, "spells ursula, please!" and i help them.
yes i do!
now it's happened once or twice.
someone couldn't pay the price, and i'm afraid i've had to rake 'em cross the coals.
yes, i've had the odd complaint, but on the whole i've been a saint.
to those poor unfortunate souls.
now, here's the deal.
i will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days.
got that?
three days.
now listen, this is important:
before the sun sets on the third day, you've got to get dear old princey to fall in love with you!
that is, he's got to kiss you.
and not just any kiss.
the kiss of true love!
if he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day,
you'll remain human permanently!
but if he doesn't, you turn back into a mermaid and....
you belong to me.
---no ariel!---
have we got a deal?
if i become human, i'll never be with my father or sisters again...
that's right. but, you'll have your man. life's full of tough choices, innit?!
oh! and there is one more thing.
we haven't discussed the subject of payment yet.
you can't get something from nothing you know.
but i don't have any-
i'm not asking much!
just a token, really, a trifle!
you'll never even miss it.
what i want from you is...
your voice.
my voice?
you've got it, sweetcakes.
no more talking, singing. zip.
but without my voice, how can i-
you have your looks!
your pretty face!
and don't underestimate the importance of...
BODY LANGUAGE!
HA!
the men up there don't like a lot of blabber.
they think a girl who gossips is a bore!
yes, on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
and after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation.
true gentlemen avoid it when they can.
but they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who's withdrawn.
it's she who holds her tongue who get the man.
come on you poor unfortunate soul!
go ahead!
make your choice!
i'm a very busy woman and i haven't got all day.
it won't cost much!
just your voice!
ya poor unfortunate soul,
it's sad, but true.
if you want to cross a bridge my sweet, you've got to pay a toll.
take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll.
flotsam, jetsam, now i've got her boys,
the boss is on a rollllllllllllll!
this poor
unfortunate
sooooouuuuuuuuuuuuul!
paluga sebruga come winds of the caspian sea,
larayssus glossitis, etmax laryngitis, la vulche to meeee.
(idk i kinda made some of that up)
now, sing.
ahhh ah ah ah aasdfjal;sdkfj;laskdfjl lalalalalalalala
lalalalalalalalalala
keep singing!
ahahahaha mwahahahahaha aHAHAHAHAHA (evil laughter)
*ariel emerges from the ocean silhouetted against the sky*
that was all from my head. appreciate it.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
ahahahahaha
i just realized that my first post of 2012 is 'why am i so lame' and its like the lamest post ever. wowwwww. now go read it.
why am i so lame.
i don't know what's wrong with me but i've kinda been having a mental pity party lately. i think people are getting annoyed with it. i would get annoyed with it if it were me, cuz i hate when people are downers and complain, which is hypocritical because i do that all the time, but just so you know, when i'm having one of my pity parties like right now, feel free to tell me to shut up and stop being a downer.
well, i did have something to write but i seem to have lost my train of thought.
oh, it's 2012 now. that's something to talk about. I've had this blog for something like 5 years. that's a long time. that's a lot of rambling that you guys have had to put up with. oh well. it's funny how different people used to go on here over the years, and now it's just meaghan and jennifer. which is good cuz i dont know if i even want other people going on here, cuz who knows what i'll say.
i've decided that maybe a year and a half of high school is long enough. maybe i should stop letting people think i'm normal and just be a crazy like i actually am. actually never mind that's a terrible idea. people will be like who are you and what have you done with raisa. i'll just continue letting them think i'm normal. maybe during the last semester of senior year i'll just go totally psycho. they'll look back and be like 'oh that raisa, i remember her, i think the stress just got to her, she went insane.' or not. is this what i do on this blog? just say random stuff that doesnt make sense? why do you guys put up with this?
asdfghjklqwertyuiopzxcvbnmqwertyuiopojhdsjhdfghygtfdfgfgtkiytcdykugzdflguhadl
i cant think of anything to say.
i'm really excited to go to senegal, and i dont have any problem with being by myself for a month, but i feel like as soon as i get on the plane by myself im just gonna break down and be like NO WAIT I CAN'T DO IT. just watch. that'll happen. i mean now, looking towards it, i'll be fine. and a month will go by fast. but just watch, i'll all of a sudden miss my family terribly and chicken out and not be able to do it. that would suck so much, considering i've been planning on going on this trip for two years, and it's the whole reason i got a job.
elle me dit
ecrit un chanson contente
pas un chanson deprimante
un chanson que tous le monde aime
she told me
write a happy song
not a depressing song
a song that everyone likes.
wow that sounds a lot better in french than it does in english. it sounds stupid in english. that song is super annoying but it's so dang catchy.
time to eat my feelings.
just kidding i dont eat my feelings, i eat raspberry filled chocolate and twizzlers.
i am such a loser.
thats okay. im happy. who cares about other people.
wow that was a really selfish statement.
what i meant was who cares what other people think.
if i had a fridge in the basement i would actually never need to go upstairs.
luckily i have a crapload of candy and a bottle of water, which is basically food.
the internet is my friend.
okay this is an intervention. im interventioning (is that a word?) myself. this is too pathetic. imma go watch lost some more, since my sister is obviously never going to leave.
adios.
well, i did have something to write but i seem to have lost my train of thought.
oh, it's 2012 now. that's something to talk about. I've had this blog for something like 5 years. that's a long time. that's a lot of rambling that you guys have had to put up with. oh well. it's funny how different people used to go on here over the years, and now it's just meaghan and jennifer. which is good cuz i dont know if i even want other people going on here, cuz who knows what i'll say.
i've decided that maybe a year and a half of high school is long enough. maybe i should stop letting people think i'm normal and just be a crazy like i actually am. actually never mind that's a terrible idea. people will be like who are you and what have you done with raisa. i'll just continue letting them think i'm normal. maybe during the last semester of senior year i'll just go totally psycho. they'll look back and be like 'oh that raisa, i remember her, i think the stress just got to her, she went insane.' or not. is this what i do on this blog? just say random stuff that doesnt make sense? why do you guys put up with this?
asdfghjklqwertyuiopzxcvbnmqwertyuiopojhdsjhdfghygtfdfgfgtkiytcdykugzdflguhadl
i cant think of anything to say.
i'm really excited to go to senegal, and i dont have any problem with being by myself for a month, but i feel like as soon as i get on the plane by myself im just gonna break down and be like NO WAIT I CAN'T DO IT. just watch. that'll happen. i mean now, looking towards it, i'll be fine. and a month will go by fast. but just watch, i'll all of a sudden miss my family terribly and chicken out and not be able to do it. that would suck so much, considering i've been planning on going on this trip for two years, and it's the whole reason i got a job.
elle me dit
ecrit un chanson contente
pas un chanson deprimante
un chanson que tous le monde aime
she told me
write a happy song
not a depressing song
a song that everyone likes.
wow that sounds a lot better in french than it does in english. it sounds stupid in english. that song is super annoying but it's so dang catchy.
time to eat my feelings.
just kidding i dont eat my feelings, i eat raspberry filled chocolate and twizzlers.
i am such a loser.
thats okay. im happy. who cares about other people.
wow that was a really selfish statement.
what i meant was who cares what other people think.
if i had a fridge in the basement i would actually never need to go upstairs.
luckily i have a crapload of candy and a bottle of water, which is basically food.
the internet is my friend.
okay this is an intervention. im interventioning (is that a word?) myself. this is too pathetic. imma go watch lost some more, since my sister is obviously never going to leave.
adios.
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