Told ya there'd be long droughts of inaction!!!
So, now the school year is ending, with nothing but test after test after test to remind me why I so strongly dislike the system. All around the world keeps rotating: my ten year old sister is eleven, my sixteen year old brother is now seventeen. And me? I'm just here... Nowhere.
You know what freaks me right out? Pop rocks. Those things are Satan's work, no lie. Who thought it would be a good idea to put explosions right in one's mouth??? I had a bag of pop rocks the other day, and it was simultaneously freaky and fascinating... With a bit of strawberry flavoring for good measure.
So, I'm in agonizing pain right now. Seriously, I couldn't be hurting much more if I tried... Actually, that's a lie, I could be, but I'd really rather not. I really, REALLY strongly dislike having braces.
I'm bored. This was a short post. Good night.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Pills are unpleasant
Hey there folks, Erika here. Not in school today on account of I'm sick. Gives me time to work on my research paper on hippies. Think I'll focus on the drugs aspect. I bought a hippie dress yesterday, to go to my friend's little sister's bat mitzvah. From going to several department stores, it would appear that the summer of love is back. Interesting.
My choir went to a competition at an amusement park and won the title of "Best Overall Choir". I got to ride a ton of roller coasters with my homies. It's interesting, the difference between waiting on line with friends and waiting on line with family. After being with friends, it was just a matter of, "Hey, that was about 20 minutes faster than the sign said it would be!" With family, it's more "Oh my god, get me on the goddamn RIDE already!"
I'm both hungry and not hungry at the same time. I think I'll have a muffin.
I need to work out, I think I might be starting to get a bit of a muffin top.
You know what I want to do? I want to stand on top of a mountain and just look around, able to see for miles.
I'm going to be walking a mile to get to work each day in the summer. Two miles, if you count the fact that it's there and back.
I can't wait for the summer. I want school to be over.
This blog post is over.
My choir went to a competition at an amusement park and won the title of "Best Overall Choir". I got to ride a ton of roller coasters with my homies. It's interesting, the difference between waiting on line with friends and waiting on line with family. After being with friends, it was just a matter of, "Hey, that was about 20 minutes faster than the sign said it would be!" With family, it's more "Oh my god, get me on the goddamn RIDE already!"
I'm both hungry and not hungry at the same time. I think I'll have a muffin.
I need to work out, I think I might be starting to get a bit of a muffin top.
You know what I want to do? I want to stand on top of a mountain and just look around, able to see for miles.
I'm going to be walking a mile to get to work each day in the summer. Two miles, if you count the fact that it's there and back.
I can't wait for the summer. I want school to be over.
This blog post is over.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Got a solution without a problem...
Hey there my homies, wassup? I'm in a good mood today, and not just because the creepy scratching sound coming from my porch is gone (I was informed that they were burrowing bees or something of that nature. I wouldn't know, I just live here).
I have my choir concert tonight. Big doings. Hey, not to be immature, but if now if anyone's looking up gay porn and they make a typo, they'll end up here! Isn't that cool?
Didn't think so. Anywhere...
Back to my choir concert. We're singing a bunch of songs, and it'll be good. It's the last concert of the year, though, so all the seniors are gonna cry. I might too, I'm a wuss like that.
Boing! Boing! Boing! I have that sound effect that you hear whenever something rubbery or springy bounces in a cartoon stuck in my head. Wait, no, now I have the Overture from Tommy stuck in my head. I think. Which one is it where they sing "I've got a feeling twenty one is gonna be a good year"? I've got that exact sentence in a loop in my head. I'm not complaining, I love the Who. I've only got two of their CDs, as I'm on minimum wage and can't really afford getting too many CDs of one particular band if I wanna have wide musical knowledge. For example, I need to get some Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd. I don't have any of their stuff, and that's a crime if you ask me. Did you ask?
Hey, you know that story about the emperor without any clothes on? If he was told that only the wise could see his robes, and he couldn't see his robes, then why did he assume that all the people of his kingdom would be able to see his robes? I mean, if the people are smarter than he is, then why would he be in charge in the first place? And why wouldn't he be able to feel that he wasn't wearing any clothes? I mean, aren't invisible clothes still tangible enough that he'd know whether he was wearing them? I don't have to look down to know that I'm wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt, I can feel them on my body... The whole story has huge plot holes. It makes no sense!
Anyway, I think I've rambled enough, so I can finish up and go get ready for my concert. Morning stars are for wimps.
[EDIT] Those lyrics are to 1921. Same CD, but one song after Overture. I only just got the CD, so I amn't familiar enough with the music yet to make distinctions. Sorry for any confusion!
I have my choir concert tonight. Big doings. Hey, not to be immature, but if now if anyone's looking up gay porn and they make a typo, they'll end up here! Isn't that cool?
Didn't think so. Anywhere...
Back to my choir concert. We're singing a bunch of songs, and it'll be good. It's the last concert of the year, though, so all the seniors are gonna cry. I might too, I'm a wuss like that.
Boing! Boing! Boing! I have that sound effect that you hear whenever something rubbery or springy bounces in a cartoon stuck in my head. Wait, no, now I have the Overture from Tommy stuck in my head. I think. Which one is it where they sing "I've got a feeling twenty one is gonna be a good year"? I've got that exact sentence in a loop in my head. I'm not complaining, I love the Who. I've only got two of their CDs, as I'm on minimum wage and can't really afford getting too many CDs of one particular band if I wanna have wide musical knowledge. For example, I need to get some Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd. I don't have any of their stuff, and that's a crime if you ask me. Did you ask?
Hey, you know that story about the emperor without any clothes on? If he was told that only the wise could see his robes, and he couldn't see his robes, then why did he assume that all the people of his kingdom would be able to see his robes? I mean, if the people are smarter than he is, then why would he be in charge in the first place? And why wouldn't he be able to feel that he wasn't wearing any clothes? I mean, aren't invisible clothes still tangible enough that he'd know whether he was wearing them? I don't have to look down to know that I'm wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt, I can feel them on my body... The whole story has huge plot holes. It makes no sense!
Anyway, I think I've rambled enough, so I can finish up and go get ready for my concert. Morning stars are for wimps.
[EDIT] Those lyrics are to 1921. Same CD, but one song after Overture. I only just got the CD, so I amn't familiar enough with the music yet to make distinctions. Sorry for any confusion!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Perpetual Motion
Yo, blog post numero dos. Sup? I know my dear friend Jess has been on here, as I noticed in the poll someone voted Paul as the best. Me, I'm a George fan. His songs are great. My parents are going to be home in maybe 10 minutes. I'm glad.
You know what I hate? Silence. I can't stand it. I don't mean lapse in conversation silence, that's alright, but total silence? The worst. That's why I spend so much time in my room, my computer's always humming away and my bird's chirping and if it all gets a bit too quiet, then I've got a piano, which is good.
I suck at playing the piano, but I'll get better eventually. I need to be able to make music well. I can't do so with my voice, but piano would be good. Sing us a song you're the piano man... Sorry, I just lost the game. If you're wondering why, it's because I was writing about the piano, which in my mind linked to the song "Piano Man," which made me think about word associations, which is a common way of losing the game, so I lost the game.
I want to go sleep in my backyard. I wonder if my parents would let me...
You know what I hate? Silence. I can't stand it. I don't mean lapse in conversation silence, that's alright, but total silence? The worst. That's why I spend so much time in my room, my computer's always humming away and my bird's chirping and if it all gets a bit too quiet, then I've got a piano, which is good.
I suck at playing the piano, but I'll get better eventually. I need to be able to make music well. I can't do so with my voice, but piano would be good. Sing us a song you're the piano man... Sorry, I just lost the game. If you're wondering why, it's because I was writing about the piano, which in my mind linked to the song "Piano Man," which made me think about word associations, which is a common way of losing the game, so I lost the game.
I want to go sleep in my backyard. I wonder if my parents would let me...
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Yo
It appears my dear friend Smitty has a blog, so I'm jumping on the bandwagon for the heck of it, too. Except this is no ordinary bandwagon. This bandwagon is the goddamn batmobile, and this ain't for sissies.
Except I am a sissy. Maybe I should rethink this...
Anyway, me llamo Erika, and I gots a blog.
I'm really lazy, so expect short bursts of frenzied activity here and then long droughts. Bring your own camel.
I don't really think anything I write is worthy of being penned (er, make that typed) down, but this seems like a good boredom stopperer. That, and deep down I'm an attention whore like everybody else in dis world we're stuck on. So this is a blog. I think. The walls of the room I'm in are a dark shade of green. It's really quite a nice color, modest but also alive, in the way all colors are. You know? It's that shade of green that's humble, and you don't really notice how cool looking it is 'till someone draws attention to it.
Sorry 'bout that. My thoughts tend to jump 'round frequently. Think of it as how I'm keeping you folks on your toes. What was that line from Harry Potter? .....Oh yeah, "constant vigilance!"
Which brings me to a topic close to my heart, vigilantiism. Is that how it's spelled? It's how it sounds, which is good enough for me. I like vigilantes. They generally are trying to be helpful in their own ways.
I'm done writing. More another time.
Except I am a sissy. Maybe I should rethink this...
Anyway, me llamo Erika, and I gots a blog.
I'm really lazy, so expect short bursts of frenzied activity here and then long droughts. Bring your own camel.
I don't really think anything I write is worthy of being penned (er, make that typed) down, but this seems like a good boredom stopperer. That, and deep down I'm an attention whore like everybody else in dis world we're stuck on. So this is a blog. I think. The walls of the room I'm in are a dark shade of green. It's really quite a nice color, modest but also alive, in the way all colors are. You know? It's that shade of green that's humble, and you don't really notice how cool looking it is 'till someone draws attention to it.
Sorry 'bout that. My thoughts tend to jump 'round frequently. Think of it as how I'm keeping you folks on your toes. What was that line from Harry Potter? .....Oh yeah, "constant vigilance!"
Which brings me to a topic close to my heart, vigilantiism. Is that how it's spelled? It's how it sounds, which is good enough for me. I like vigilantes. They generally are trying to be helpful in their own ways.
I'm done writing. More another time.
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