Like, stuff.

Happy Leap Day, everyone!

It's Friday, thank God, and I'm entirely ready for the weekend. I'm going to Appleton so I can get more Wiimotes and a WiiPoint card for my new Wii and a Pirates of the Carribean Online card, since I think my Unlimited membership died today.


Right now I'm listening to The Shanghai Restoration Project, a band whom I'm trying to hook everyone on. I have both of their albums (one self-titled, the other called 'Story of a City) and two solo EPs by Di Johnston, who is part of the group and an amazing vocalist.

My favorite TSRP songs are as follows: Miss Shanghai, The Bund, Movement, Love and Warlords, and the instrumental Babylon of the Occident.

Updates.

Okay. School's officially stupid. Actually, let me rephrase that. School buses are stupid.

Alright. On my bus, Bus 102, the high schoolers sit in the way back, then the middle schoolers (including me) and last everyone else in the front.

Yesterday a high schooler lit up a cigarette. The smell wafted to the front near Wolfman Andre, and as big, powerful bus man he just HAD to stop the bus. The following is an overview of his little talk with said high schooler.

"We're going to sit here until someone admits to it."
HSer: Why ya'll lookin' at me? Jus' 'cause my parents let me smoke don't mean I'm gonna light one on the bus. ((She likes pretending she's ganster.))
"I didn't say you did it." ((Wolfman Andre had been staring at her since the smoke had wafted, and trust me, it wasn't because she's good-looking.))
"I didn't fxcking light one of 'em! I'm not dumb enough to do that." ((Sure...))

We sat there for about ten minutes. The fun part? She did get it trouble, and for some reason she blamed it on Andy and Geo, two awesome guys who ride my bus. They would never smoke in their lives, I swear.

So the highschooler is threatening to get her 'gang' to kill Andy. What is this, some sort of Waupaca ghetto? God, people are dumb.

Jeez.

I'm jealous of Japanese McDonald's and their so called "happy sets." Look how giant the toys are! All I used to get were those crappy little plastic things.

A birthday gift (The Ownful Seth post)

Since I'm not having a birthday party this year, my friends are (finally) starting to give me the gifts intended to be given at said party.

Anyway, Seth owns, since he gave me the gift of Hugh Laurie on DVD. Jeeves and Wooster, if I am not mistaken.

And you know what's sad? I prefer the older, grey-haired Hugh to the young dark-haired one. Anyone want to clarify why I feel like that?

I also compiled a sad, short list of my male celebrity 'crushes.' It's pathetic.

Hugh Laurie
Daniel Craig
Jesse Spencer
Alex O'Loughlin
Ben Barnes
Garrett Hedlund
Ed Speelers
William Moseley
Jude Law (although he's less becoming to me nowadays)
Trent Ford


There's probably more. But you know what? I don't care.

xD Pablo

Go cry, emo kid!

Yay Austrailians!

:D I'm rooting for him this year.

Austrailians are hot. Case and point, Alex O'Loughlin and Jesse Spencer.

J-Pop and stupid seventh graders.

I had school off yesterday. I got an iTunes card and wasted fifteen dollars on Japanese pop music, which owns. I also loooove Utada Hikaru. (And for those of you who say, "Hum. Familiar name," she sang both of the themes to Kingdom Hearts One and Two)


Utada! <3

In other news, today was the meeting for the school musical. I got stuck in front of these moronic seventh graders, who for their lives would not stop talking. I swear, if the world would have ended then and there they would have kept going. They were making cute little attempts to be funny. As we know, cute little attempts of anything fail nine times out of ten, unless you're Colin Farrell wearing a woolen hat. And, just to add to the situation, they decided to make fun of Alex, one of my good friends. Now, I don't know if you know Alex, but when he's made fun of he cutely attempts to make combacks (which fails) and then proceeds to make himself look amazingly silly.

Bored.

My mind feels numb. I want to debate with someone, maybe about points of view. I want to go outside and dance, or run around like a madwoman.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you feel as if your mind is being denied oxygen? I think that's a bad thing. Plus, that's how I feel now.

Anyway, back to my needs. I want to get out of my room and go do something. I think there's an adjective to describe this: antsy.

I have no idea for what though. Summer? Summer school? Being older? A weird mix of everything? It's like I'm trapped in an invisible box, watching everything pass by me. I dislike it very, very much.

Backtracking. Awesome.

I would like to say a couple things. First, backtracking rules. Second, I love The Beatles. Third, PAUL IS DEAD WAS A HOAX! If you don't know what it is, Wiki it. The Paul McCartney that you all hear of today, living and making music, IS THE REAL PAUL.

And lastly, these are taken straight from the songs. Have fun with them.

Box sets and old people.

The title says it all; that was essentially my weekend. I had a weird birthday party with old relatives down in Sun Prairie. It was boring.

But I did get an awesome box CD set of Loreena McKennitt's early work. I love Celtic music, and this stuff is the real deal. Elemental, Parallel Dreams, and To Drive The Cold Winter Away are included in the box set, titled 'The Journey Begins.' I love it. My favorite song off of the CDs would have to be 'Blacksmith' on Elemental. Here are the lyrics:

A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter.
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I'd live forever.

But where is my love gone
With his cheeks like roses
And his good black Billycock on
Decked around with primroses.
Will shine and burn his beauty

I hope the scorching sun
Won't shine and burn his beauty
And if I was with my love
I'd do my duty.

Strange news is come to town
Strange news is carried
Strange news flys up and down
That my love is married.
I wish them both much joy
Though they can't hear me
And may God reward him well
For the slighting of me.

Don't you remember when
You lay beside me
And you said you'd marry me
And not deny me.

If I said I'd marry you
It was only for to try you
So bring your witness love
And I'll not deny you.

No, witness have I none
Save God Almighty
And may he reward you well
For the slighting of me.

Her lips grew pale and wan
It made a poor heart tremble
To think she loved a one
And he proved deceitful.

A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter.
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I'd live forever.
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I had previously seen a longer version where he dies after a few years. This is an amazing song, and it's upbeat, despite the meaning. Ah, well.

That's all I have for you now, everyone.

The Beeeeeaaatles.

-starts a tabla solo, like on Within You Without You, although it's more of a background riff-

Mmmkay, so. I like The Beatles. A lot. Mostly their older stuff, though. I just bought Abbey Road and Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. I'm debating on Magical Mystery Tour; I need more money, anyway.

I think it's amazingly silly that Apple owns a lot of The Beatles' songs and won't put them on iTunes. But that's just me.

-ends tabla riff\solo thing-

Tuesday was the Dixieland Band concert at the Bethany Home. It was fun, except I don't really like old people. I love playing, however.

Wednesday was my birthday. I turned fourteen. My dad bought me a lovely Olympus waterproof digital camera, the Beatles' CDs, and an iTunes card.

It's Thursday. I'm bored. Ciao.

Blah, blah.

I, again, have nothing much to say. It's Monday and I have piano. My birthday is on Wednesday.

I just found something interesting. It's a site where you can buy shoes made in Iraq. A large percent of the proceeds go to surgeries for small children in Iraq. This site is here. I do support the war in Iraq, and I honestly don't care if you dislike me based on that fact. It is my personal opinion, and I'm not forcing you to agree with me.

I'm going to go on YouTube. Peace, maaaaaan.

Rehabilitation Loooves Britney

Okay, after my rant yesterday night I am fully better. I had a good talk with my father, and it helped.

Now, onto business. I usually NEVER gossip about celebs. Obsess over them, yes. But I never gossip.

I'd like to take this rare moment to once more be an exploiter of Britney Spears, the world's favorite train wreck. I have to admit, in the Ninties, when she was good, I listened to her. I was little, okay? Stupid and little.

She disappeared forever until recently when she went bonkers. I feel sorry for her kids.

And that's about all I have to say on everything. 'Cept the Super Bowl. I plan to watch the commercials.

Untitled.

I hate you.

Rage, fury, anger, jealousy, confusion, and want of respect. Anyone feel like helping me on this one?

I hate people who take things from me. I hate my stupid uncle for shooting himself in the back of the throat. I hate cirgarette makers and cancer. I hate how people don't understand who I am or how I feel. I hate crying because it makes me feel weak.

I think the only people who really understand me are my dad and Emily. At least, they're the only ones that try. I love them to death, I'll say it now. Even as I sit here, upset and feeling alone and crying in my room, I know they would listen and wipe the tears away.

It feels like someone just knocked the wind out of me, or that someone's beating on my soul. It hurts.

Why is the world so messed up? Like Al-Qaeda. They blow innocent people up because of our occupation of the Middle East and the fact we aren't like them. It's hard for me to understand why humanity is like that. The world is insane, and I'm a part of it. I can't help but think that maybe I caused some of this. I have no idea how; it's not at all well thought out, I understand.

Maybe I can fix some of it, too. Anything's possible. So I think I'm going to try and be a better person, so long as others around me do the same thing.

I thank God and whatever other Gods everyone else on this Earth believes in (I'm undecided) and hope their lives are and will be wonderful and long.

I love you all. Thank you.

I don't want to title it.

I'm running out of good titles. Dang.

Okay. Have to get back on track and print my pictures for Spanish. We're doing this stupid assignment where you have to write fifteen sentences about your family. I wrote about my dad, my dog, and my aunt. So now I have to find their pictures.

Next week Tuesday we have a Dixieland Band concert for stupid old folks. And next Wednesday?

My effing birthday! Yes, on February sixth I will turn fourteen. Whoo.

That's my next task; making invitiations to my party. I have a few of my friends going, and it's going to kick.

Otherwise, nothing else is going on. Life, perhaps. And that stupid YouTube Poop. I'm hideous at those.

I leave you with this awesome picture of a dinosaur.