I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I lift my lids and all is born again.
Sylvia Plath
Hell by The Age of Rockets
originally by Tegan and Sara
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This just made my week.
Shut the fuck up and tell me you love me.
It’s better to fail at originality than to succed in IMITATION.
(via fuckyeahskinnybitch) That INK!
Howww am I still sick? :( It’s been over two weeks since I caught this cold from hell, and my nose is still as stuffy as ever (not to mention I cough and hack like some plague-infected peasant, 24/7). Maybe it’s because I haven’t taken any medicine for it, other than that one tablespoon of DayQuil when I needed to get out of bed for school. Ugh, I hate meds though :/ I guess I’ll have to start if I want to be fine and dandy by the time Winter Break rolls around. Speaking of the oh-so-glorious break, I’ve decided to go to Barnes and buy another schedule book. There’s an outing almost every day of break, and I need to keep track so I don’t forget one. It sucked that I couldn’t make it to C-Dub’s clogging showcase this weekend :( But I’ll make it up to her somehow. I did practically nothing all last week. Everyone was gone for Winter Kairos (including most of the Senior teachers), so classes mainly consisted of either movies, downtime, or pointless time-filling lectures. Waited in line at the DMV for over two hours on Thursday with Jeff; that’s two hours I’ll never get back, all for neglecting to make an appointment before coming in. Friday was in no way blogworthy, unless you consider Top Class Pizza and attempted Vampire Diaries riveting. Rise and shine at 7am on Saturday morning to get ready for Subject Tests at Valencia HS. And guesss who was in my testing room? Lynn Vu and Michael Tran :D Michael’s a super smartypants so he took Biology and History. How the kid does it, I have no idea. All three of us finished at the same time since we only took two tests. The lovely couple stayed in the cold with me while I waited for Mom to arrive (: Got home around 10:30am and found the Steve Madden ankle boots I’d ordered on my bed. They were half a size too small, so I had to send them back for a size exchange :( Jeff finished his SAT exam and came over at 1pm. We had yummy Stuffed French Toast and a Wilshire Omelet for breakfast at Rialto Café, our new favorite. Stopped by this chill little art gallery afterward; there was some odd “Rugs and Carpets” theme they had going on. Not down. Raced back to boypren’s house by 2:30pm, watched Melrose Place until we both fell asleep. I was originally supposed to spend a little time with him for his birfthday before I had to jet off to the Garden Walk for an Orchestra performance at 4:15pm. I’m sure you can figure out at this point that I woke up way after 4:15pm. Make that 5:45pm. Called baby Marione to see how deep of a shit pile I was in; she didn’t call me back until 6:10pm: turns out they’d stopped playing at 6pm because of the rain, but I was still as fucked as ever.
(via VICERecords) Shit’s old, shit’s tight.
For personal purposes, I’d rather not talk about the rest of Saturday night. Let’s just say I was disappointed, Jeff was disappointed, and a whole lot of other people were disappointed. Woke up on Sunday morning feeling like a big brown bag of poofaced poo. Lounged around pretty much the entire day; Dim Sum for breakfast, piano for a good hour or so, watched “Spread” again (oh my god, must-see), and brushed my teeth about four times, just for the hell of it. Found Jeff’s Nikon D60 in my handbag from the night before; went a little trigger happy with that thing. The troublemaker came over around 5pm to pick up his camera and bring Lollicup for Julianne. Wouldn’t leave until I came out to say hello. That “hello” turned into a small dinner, which turned into a middling movie night, which turned into a big sleepover. He left around 5am, I didn’t fall asleep until 6am, woke up to the smell of hazelnut coffee at 7:50am, arrived at school around 8am. Thank God Mrs. Eadington hadn’t taken role yet; otherwise, I’d have yet another Saturday school. First period Government was aight, had a good talking-to in second period Orchestra, started “The Wisdom of Eve” in Lit Into Film, and discussed the rest of Act III of Hamlet in fourth period English. Grabbed yum Starbucks after school with Miss Alison, who was supposed to take me home, but Jeff somehow persuaded her to abandon me and leave me with him. Finally got home around 5:40pm to dumbfuck Rick going on and on about how “there’s a package arriving almost everyday for you!” and “where the hell are you getting all this money??” He needs to shut the fuck up and go cram his face with pie or something. Mom got home around 6pm and talked to me like an actual adult; she nearly always makes me feel better. Anyway, I seriously haven’t completed one assignment in over a week and a half. Somehow, I’m still passing all of my classes. I think Senioritis has hit a little early for me; I tried hard enough to keep that 3.75 GPA first quarter, but now that college apps are in, I can feel myself slacking more and more each day. I need to get on that ish :/ Speaking of slacking, Christmas is coming up and I already know I’m gonna lag until the last minute. I’ve done it every year, except for last year when I got all of my shopping done by the end of November. I need to shop for so many new people this year, especially Banksy (whom I’ve just realized I know hardly anything about when it comes to preferences). Maybe I’ll have some time to schedule a shopping date with biffy Hannah Chung. I haven’t seen her in ages, and it doesn’t look like I’ll have any plans this weekend. I want this weekend to be nothing like the last.
(via killmetheking) Imagine.
A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.
Peter Bjorn and John - It Don’t Move Me (The Knocks Remix)
(via likebears) Getcher animal awn.
Happiest moment of my year: every single one of my college apps is completed, re-edited, and submitted! So all I have to do now is sit back and wait (which is the easiest yet hardest part of it all, when you really think about it). Technically, I finished filling in all of my apps last weekend, but my counselor didn’t completely edit them until Thursday afternoon. Since I was already done by Saturday night though, I had time to go to bed early (: Which meant I had enough energy on Sunday morning for breakfast at Avalon with boypren before I had to jet off to Rosary for my orchestra ish at Open House (gay, I know, I know). Afterward, Sujin and I had linner at Chipotlé; Jeffy showed up even though I was mad at him, but we went back to chez lui for Vampire Diaries anyway :] Then Sujin came over after I got home at 5pm and we worked on her college essays until 10pm; boo came over for a sleepover. Awakened on Monday feeling like a hot bowl of shit and really didn’t want to get out of bed, much less go to school or do any of those jolly fun classwork activities. Waaayy too much due though, and I still had to have my counselor edit the remainder of my apps, so I chugged some DayQuil and forced my weak little ass out of bed. Lit Into Film was so fucking pointless; all we did was finish watching “Up” and write a review for “Girl, Interrupted”. Third block was English, didn’t do much except discuss Hamlet and get our Macbeth timed in-class essays back, then on to Physics, which didn’t merit my consciousness in the least bit (i.e. snoozefest until the lunch bell rang). Last period Religion was aight. Saw mah niggabeezy après l’école :] Decided not to come to school on Tuesday, even though I had a huuuge French exam to make up from Summer School. Jeff ended up scooping me up anyway and I made it to the exam over an hour late; better late than never, right? Easy breezy ish took me half an hour, spent the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing. Thanksgiving break from Wednesday to Sunday, so Mom, Rick, Julianne and I drove to Palm Springs on Thursday and spent the day there (I got a tan!!), then drove back in time for Jeffy to sleepover. I’d intended to go over to biffy Banksy’s house for a movie night, but Mom had a bitchfit and decided not to let me go :( Friday, the usual (dinner, movie, sleepover). Dad picked Jules and me up on Saturday morning and I passed out once we got to his house. Jeff came over around 1:00pm with what I thought was an undecided agenda. Reality check: Ninja Assassin from 1:20pm to 3:00pm at Bella Terra, bowling with Vanessa + Tyler & Co. from 4:00pm to 6:00pm (I got pwn’d..), dinner at his house then chill at Dad’s house until whenevers. Dad wanted him to spend the night again (whaaattt a bromance), but his mamas had work in the morning so he couldn’t :p Nevertheless, he came over on Sunday morning for breakfast (Chipotlé!) and to finish up Interview With A Vampire; toooo much gay shit up in da bish. We left Dad’s around 5pm and trekked it to Jeff’s house until I had to be home around 7pm. Finished up all of my college apps by 4:42am and decided to let the entire world know via IM’s, texts, messages, comments; ended up waking a few people up. Oopsie.
(via badsneakers) The Sugars, not so old but not so new either. Looooove.
My Hello Kitty debit card came on Monday and, since I’ve just been sitting on my lazy ass for the past week, I’ve resorted to online shopping as entertainment. In the last ten days, I’ve bought four pairs of tights, four necklaces, three tunics, two v-necks, two dresses, two henleys, two tribal leather cuffs, two pairs of woven sandals, a boyfriend cardigan, ankle boots, a Harness satchel, a fedora, a Hello Kitty keycap, and an octopus ring. Urban and ModCloth will be the death of me. But I found theee dopest fucking Obey bomber jacket on UO to add to the mounting pile that is Jeff’s birthday gifts; well I guess technically he found it, but fuck it, it’s the best find ever. I told him I’m gonna start dressing him all indie and he’s not protesting at all :] Speaking of the little twat’s birthday, it’s this Saturday and he has absolutely no idea or plans for what he’s going to do. I wish I had known earlier; I would’ve planned a lil’ sum’n sum’n. Regardless, I plan on making his birfthday my first priority (eeeeven though I have Subject Tests at Brea Olinda on that day). He’s taking the SAT at Brea too, so hopefully we’ll have a little time after the tests for breakfast (: I know Jeff’s Kuya’s birthday is five days after his, and his gurpren is planning some HUGE ish, so I have to be extra extra good so Mom doesn’t freak out over anything and ban me from going. I have a feeling this week’ll be amazing.
(via killmetheking) Aye yo I mish you.
http://www.formspring.com/forms/?755035-FnlICXkGWm; get on dat ish baby.
