I didn't feel like writing so I just took a picture of myself.

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I take comfort in the fact that there still exists two Harry Potter books that have not yet been made into movies.

Today I finished the fifth book. I'll start the next one soon, and instead of combining images from my imagination and the movies, everything I read will be translated into my own idea of what's going on. I like that.

I do not, however, like the feeling of these darn wisdom teeth growing in. My tongue keeps migrating to the mostly-but-not-all-the-way grown in teeth, like when I was little and my baby were being exchanged for adult ones.

Oooh, honey honey.

Instead of studying the books, I studied the skies.

I wasn't feeling up for any homework in the afternoon time, so I just read and lounged. After coming back from dinner with dad [he's lonely when mom's away] I noticed a very, very bright star. So I spent the next hour or so trying to get my telescope to work to figure out what it was. I was sort of successful. I was pretty confident that it was a planet.

So then I spent another hourish looking up planets online.

Now it's 10:00, and I haven't done any homework or studying. Great.




On the positive side, I'm pretty sure it's Venus:

I did stay up even though I told myself I wouldn't.

And such a late night has produced this:



The funny thing is, tired as I was after finishing it last night, I stared at my ceiling for a good half an hour before actually falling asleep. I think I was worried about my plan to come home during my non-existent 4th period. I really don't want to get grounded again.

I'll be the harmony to every lonely song that you'll learn to play.

I had the bright idea to make a video at 10:00pm, so I'm debating whether or not I want to go to bed now and work on it later, or just stay up really really late. I probably won't get it done tonight anyways,so I SHOULD sleep, but tomorrow is going to be long because of rehearsal.

Ahwhattodo.

I had a scholarship interview today, and I think it went pretty good.

I'm just so drawn to you.

The nice thing about Blogger being mostly unused by the general teen population is that it has not been blocked on all school computers by the Santa Clara Unified School District. So while I am forbidden to go to Facebook or Youtube, I can blog away to my heart's content.

I sit in an empty classroom, listening to Lauren Shera, wishing I had gone with my gut and fled home as soon as Mrs. Guttadauro said there was nothing for me to do today. I could have finished doing my laundry.

The next break isn't until February.
God, I hate school.

I can't draw, but I did anways.

Until it turns to stone.

I've realized that I don't know a lot of the words to some of the songs I sing out loud. For the most part, I can tell this mumble from that mumble, but sometimes I find myself just making random sounds with no meaning behind them because they match the singer's brooding.

And even when I find out the real words, I still make the same incoherent noises, moving my mouth awkwardly to fit the syllables of the words I choose not to acknowledge.

It makes life more interesting.

Mama Mia!

Is the movie I am watching right now.

May this post end now so I can find out who the father is.




Today's accomplishment: Eating real food!

We all grow up someday. We might as well know what we want.

Today, Laurie via Christian Bale cheered me up.

My illness has passed for the most part. The only good thing about being sick is being able to stay in your pajamas all day and to watch old favorite movies.

Oh, you're suddenly a stranger.

As I learned about viruses in 2nd period Biology, I apparently also contracted one.

Today was filled with nausea, vomiting, and rehearsal.

I just ate some toast and an orange. Maybe that will help.

The rain's nice though.

You're a stone fox.

Today was a nice day of no school, which will inevitably make going to school tomorrow all the more harder.

I watched The Virgin Suicides, which put me in a right cheery mood.

Oh,
And
I'm tired of being blown off.

Happiness is finding a pencil.

You know...

Even if I think somebody is ridiculous yet happy, I'm envious.

What ladies and gentleman? That's right. I'm going away now.

Oh, I'm no one's wife, but oh I love my life.

Today I saw Chicago.
I like the movie better.
Velma had kind of a musical-theater-pretentious voice.




















On another note; Happy Birthday Alex Rogers!

Smile, there's no regrets.

Today was fun.
I woke up with a cat on top of me.
I lounged, sang, parked, and will soon pizza and movie.

This is not my camera:

















This is what I would look like with bangs. It is scary:

God only knows what I'd be without you...

Today I became a second semester senior!

I don't mind if you find the girl of your dreams and leave me behind.

Today is one of those days where my brain is just so busy zinging from this direction to the other that I don't have time to reflect on anything extraordinary or create anything creative.

Today was pretty marvelous, coming home at 10:00 in the morning, but my lounging with friends was traded off for by hours of continual studying for my two finals tomorrow.

I have nothing exciting to end this post with.

If only a boy like you could be lonely.

Today I learned how to give CPR to a mannequin.

Other observations:
-Toes are always better when they are barefoot in carpets or socked in colorful prints.
-People are better when they're full of smiles and laughs.
-Swooners and crooners of the past are nice discoveries.
-Alliterations always act awesomely.
-I'd rather be cold with a nightly breeze than stuffed in a room closed off from the world.
-Whatever will be will be.



Instruments are definitely friends of windows.

Best Day Song

My face is kind of blank.
Oh well.

Tired.

Goodnight.

Caught in a trap of endless impossibilities.

Today was a lovely day, but I was stuck inside with my nose in review books instead of frolicking among the foliage. I opened my window to allow the nice breeze in, to give an illusion of being outside. Although this had some negative effects, such as various insects flying into the room, I felt it was all worth it.

But I overlooked something.

My mom came wondering into my room. And in less than 30 seconds she realized that the screen from my window was missing.

It's been down for a while. But it hasn't been used in a while.

So now, I have been screen'd. Welcome back.

I won't worry my life away.

Here I sit on my bed, with the window open to a glorious Sunday afternoon.

It's a perfect day.

I have my Biology review book open to DNA replication, when all I want to do is crawl out the window and run away.

Accomplishment of the day:

A clean car and organized CDs!

And my hand was numb.

Today's post will be short because it is Friday night, and I have a life.

And he's oh so good, and he's oh so fine.

I like the dark just fine, but there's no color in it. There's something about the stage between day and night that sends me off into a lazy-lie-on-my-bed-and-stare-out-my-window kind of mood. Everything is softened, and even when the sky has given up on being any shade of yellow or red, the pale blue is more inviting than the dark-almost-black blue that usually inhabits the skies in the wee hours.

Right now the sky is an ashy blue. It looks lovely. I would like to swim in it. There is a soft glow from the windows of the apartments and houses around me. They meet with the light creeping in on the edges of the horizon, and as the sky climbs higher and higher fold into a darker, more concentrated color. There are stars now.

The screen on my window has been removed for purposes of adventuring in the past, but I almost prefer it this way. My fingers are slightly numb from the January air, but air smells so...wintery and wonderful. I could walk right out this window.

The moon's trying to hide from me again. I first noticed it when the sky was ashy blue, for its white brilliance contrasted perfectly with its background. Now that the sky is closer to purple, it's hidden behind the two-story house next to mine.

Today is just starting.

It's late out, I'm feeling so tired, I've had trouble sleeping.

Today has been one word; continuous.

I've been busy since I woke up this morning. I went to school, a TAC meeting, an open mic, and then came home and worked on a scholarship that's due in a week and a half.

It isn't in my nature to work on anything extensively past dinnertime, but I was annoyed at myself for procrastinating on it for so long.

So it's only now that I've settled down. I've got Gilmore Girls (Season 2, Episode 5), a cupcake, and a brower open to Blogspot.

This isn't a very interesting post. I'm not feeling especially creative today.

Three-hundred and sixty-five distractions.

Perhaps this will turn into a 365 blogspot.
365 days of rambling.
365 days of ranting.
365 days of Gilmore Girls.

365 days of mediocrity.

Today I wore gloves to school. It's not exceedingly cold, but my car sits outside at night and I like having a barrier between the freezing steering wheel and my bare skin. They fit my hands sort of strangely. Because of their marketability as being ONE SIZE FITS ALL!, they of course, do not fit right. It's not as bad as my toes though. I can't wear any cute toe socks, for anyone who has seen my feet knows that they aren't long enough to fill out the space provided.

Right now I'm not as focused as I could be because I'm typing this while watching Gilmore Girls (Season 1, Episode 21). My obsession of years passed has caught up with me again. My dad also just got home. He sees me sitting here typing on my laptop and watching the aforementioned television program, but half chats to me and sings loudly. I'm trying to multitask.

On a final note, I've noticed several design flaws of this site. In addition to not being user-friendly, it's hard to read any of the posts without going to author's original site, and to even follow their blog you have to copy their URL into a box thing on the "dashboard." I could do a better job.

Hundreds and hundreds of pages, pages for words.

God knows I need another place to write down ramblings. In middle school the Xanga phenomenon hit me just as any other 6th grader. I wrote to nobody in particular, though there were those that occasionally read and commented. Although I still sometimes post angsty teenagery stuff there, it has mostly fallen into retirement, like that of the chia pet and jean jacket.

Today some friends came over, and while Stephanie doodled in her sketchbook and Heidi chatted on the phone with her far-away-Texas-mother, I found my old journals, dating as far back as 2003.

I wrote. A lot.

It's mostly ramblings of a silly girl who wrote what nobody wanted to hear and she didn't feel like telling. From Xanga I moved onto LiveJournal, which was completely privatized, but didn't really include anything of substance. I used it like I used the journals of the past - but I could type these entries.

The point? Maybe this is a more "sophisticated" transcription of my public life. We'll see what happens.