Hello my loves, it has come to my attention that I haven't posted in quite a while. What excuse might I have? School. Yeah that place will all the people and all the books and all the work and all the MEN :D You people probably think I'm obsessed with boys. I promise you, it's completely true. I am, let's just call cheese "cheese" and mooses "meesi". They're just so cute(the men. Although if you're into cheese and meesi, I won't judge!) I want all of them. However, that's seen as inappropriate in countries around the world.
Speaking of countries, recently, I had to do some research on the Netherlands for an article I was doing for the school newspaper. It seems wonderful! Like why are we all not living there yet? They have tulips! Tuliips are wonderful! They are like the Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt of the flower world.
Anyways, school, yeah. It's been pretty tough so far. I'm in IB classes and I know the work will be worth it and all but its so much! This week, I was PMS-ing so hard man, like I was on full female mode. I didn't know I was capable of such behavior. So I had tons of papers to write for all my classes plus newspaper articles, and there I was, laying in bed, laptop in hand, journals and books scattered around me. There was so much to do I didn't even know where to start but eventually I did. About two hours in, I got so frustrated cause I wasn't even half way done. So I did what any other reasonable, stable-minded person would do. I cried and ate chocolate chips until I hated chocolate. Like, okay folks, I didn't even have the time to put my homework down and go sit in my corner of shame and shed the tears of an elephant. I had to cry while I was doing homework. Sigh. It's gonna be a long year.
In other news, the weather has been delightful here in Texas. I can feel autumn peeking in and it makes me happy beyond comprehension. The other day, I was walking to class and I saw what I thought was the first fallen autumn leaf on the ground and so in my excitement I clutched my friend Lauren's arm and yelled, "Lauren, Lauren, it's a LEAF Lauren, A LEAF!" You cannot even imagine the joy that bestowed itself upon my face and heart and soul and other appendages. I approached it carefully, my foot ready to come down hard on it and listen to the lovely crunch that would be my reward for living through yet another ugly, hot summer. To my extreme disappointment, it was not a leaf, but a crumpled up brown paper towel placed here on earth by the devil to deceive my young, naive, trusting heart. Despite that terrible terrible blow, I am so ready for sweater weather.
Aside from the work, I'm excited for this year. We have quite a bit of exchange students this year which is like the best thing ever! They're so interesting I just wanna bring them all home with me, but I've been told that would be wrong. Bummer. Well, new people just means MORE LOVE :) And more hugs! Gosh, hugs are the best. Except when you're as short as me ( one of the new students calls me "Little One" which is beyond cute but I have to admit, it makes me a tiny bit angry. cause I'm not a child. I'm a sexy mother lover!). Then it's a bit awkward to hug those who are like a foot and a half taller than you. You find yourself shoving your face in their tummies.
Okay, I think I've ranted enough for today. I'd forgotten how fun it is to blog! OMG New Girl is coming back on in a few days and I cannot wait!!! Excitement is bubbling in me right now; so much that I actually have to pee. Crap. Yeah yeah I pee when I get excited. That makes me sound like a chihuahua. Well, good luck to everyone who has also returned to school, enjoy it and hug ALL the people!!! Oh and in case you read this, HI STEPHANIE! *HUGS*
Sunday, July 29, 2012
42. Stuffed animals
46. Phone cases
47. Fried chicken
50. Knitted hats/beanies
53. Hot Air Balloons
56. Minions from Despicable Me
59. Sweet tea
60. Joseph Gordon-Levitt
42. Stuffed animals
46. Phone cases
47. Fried chicken
50. Knitted hats/beanies
53. Hot Air Balloons
56. Minions from Despicable Me
59. Sweet tea
60. Joseph Gordon-Levitt
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Hi! So, lately, my creative juices have been flowing like pee after drinking two cups of sweet tea. Haha, that sounds like total Texas talk. I tried to start writing a novel like two weeks ago. Now, if you know me at all, I have this sick competitive and obsessive disorder, so despite the fact that it took like three hours and a bowl of popcorn for me to persuade myself to walk over and grab my laptop, I finally did. As soon as I wrote the first paragraph I kept writing and writing and writing. I started at around 8pm and finally and reluctantly, I dragged myself to bed at 4am with about three chapters of writing.
Side story! Okay so when I was in 7th grade, my English teacher gave us an assignment where we had to come up with a story, like just write and write until the story was finished, and the winner would receive a gift card? I'm not sure, but the details are irrelevant because in the end, he moved away and no one won. So yeah, I went home and wrote about a little girl who finds goblins in the forest who take her to a magical Hogwarts-y land. You know how most children are like, "I wrote one page front and back," and then you see their paper and they have like size 72 font handwriting with like an inch of space between each word? I've always wondered to myself, how in the deep burning hell do you write a complete story on just one damned sheet of paper? Does each sentence represent a new paragraph? Like...why? Anyways, my terrible competitive alter-ego Bruce took over and got to writing like nobody's business. By the time I was finished, I clearly remember I was so embarrassed to turn in my 8 page, college ruled, front and back "story". I was angry that I had written so much and it was awkward handing my teacher what you could probably call a short novel. I don't even think he read it. God, I hope not.
Once again, Bruce didn't fail to show up in the middle of the night (that sounds weird) and keep me writing. I did type out about 7 pages of my story and then I typed out a different version of it. In case you were wondering, yeah Bruce is very feminine and I just wrote yet another (as if we even need any more) teenage crisis story but in the end I realized I wanted to write something everyone could and would want to read so I put that on hold for a while.
That's what I did two weeks ago. Last week, I spent it on Summer reading for school which consists of The Great Gatsby, The Grapes of Wrath, and The Anthem. I got my books at BooksAMillion and ohmygosh I was so nervous cause as everyone knows, I like to live on the edge, so I lied and told my trusting and nurturing mother that I also needed Looking for Alaska by John Green for school. Lies. I didn't. I just saw it and I really wanted it and so I lied and I felt bad. But I got over it. Besides, I had a good reason for lying. My parents say I have too many books. Uh...YEAH. Like what kind of a statement is that? Should those words even be able to coexist together in a sentence without cause=ing some well deserved explosive diarrhea or something?! Anyway, so they wont buy me books unless they're for school, and so I lied. I feel like a heartless motherfu**** for doing it but I just really wanted that book. It was either lie or I would've probably attempted to steal it by hiding it in my bra.
I'm going to end up being a delinquent in jail. No, just kidding, I wouldn't ever steal. I feel like I'm encouraging all the children and hoodlums to steal and lie. I'm sorry. I'm a despicable person. I'll go eat some chocolate as punishment for my inexcusable behavior.
Oh the book! It was really good! You should all read it. It was different because it's not like a book for girls, it's a book for everyone but there's a bit of everything. It's everyday situations mixed with like real-life death, not the-werewolves-chomped-on-the-bad-vampire-guy-death. It's funny too! And there's a bit about religion involved, and it really gets you thinking, no matter your beliefs. I was laughing like a maniac at 2am. But then again, I do that even at normal day time hours. I'm looking forward to reading more of Green's work. So yeah, you should go check out Looking For Alaska by John Green. The summary doesn't do it justice, but it might encourage you to read it which I really hope you do.
This week, I've been going to some summer physics classes which are hard (sad Laura), but totally interesting (happy, entertained Laura). I feel like I understand the world in which we live in and all of what I believed to be a work of witchcraft. Or really tiny elves. Funny story! We have an hour lunch and there are a bunch of restaurants around my school so that's kind of where my and I have been going for lunch. Yesterday, we tried McAlister's, a deli place. I like sandwiches.
I didn't like their sandwich wrapped chicken with grass thing. I do plan on going again though, there must be something my unsophisticated taste buds will enjoy. I just didn't and it made me sad. Lucky for me, I was carrying a Lunchable in my bag, that's not weird at all, all the cool kids do it. So I was at McAlister's which was filled with elderly people, eating a Lunchable while my friends ate fancy looking sandwiches. I felt judged. The old ladies with their poofy hair and strong perfume were probably laughing at me. I felt like a child nibbling on crackers with ham and cheese. But at least I wasn't starved.
Oh! And when I went running with my friend Lindsey yesterday, we found a dead baby frog smushed flat on the road.
And I bit a Styrofoam peanut today.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Sometimes, when I'm laying in bed at like two in the morning, I get strange, random, OCD impulses to clean and rearrange my room in every way possible. This is why my parent's suspicions of my need of a psychiatrist have slowly been been confirmed over the years. Other times I lay there and talk to myself, God, or my dog. I also cry. Yep, for no reason whatsoever. It worries me. Sometimes I have reasons, like, maybe I finished a book or watched a movie, but other times I cry for no damn reason at all.
That's another thing! Cursing, I can't do it. Now, living in a world where people use the f, s, and a words all in the same sentence, you'd think I could get away with maybe just a bit of cursing when I'm holding a strongly emotional conversation, but as it turns out, I'm incapable of even that. Not saying that cursing is a good thing, you should all be ashamed!! Lawls, jaykay. Honestly, I am coming to terms with my cursing. This is only because I am comforted with the knowledge that when I curse, I will repent. I will feel guilty as hell. Yeah, I'm gonna pay for that later tonight when I'm laying in bed curled up in a ball crying because of my inappropriate language.
Remember how I said I speak Spanish too? Well to this day, I have never cursed in Spanish. Reasons? If I attempted it in front of others they would either shame me into my room for the rest of my life or they would be so offended I would get....dead. Also, no offense to Spanish cursers, but bad words in Spanish sound way more violent and harsh. If you were to call me stupid in English or like French or Italian, I would just maybe tear up a little and then bite you. If you were to call me stupid in Spanish I would cry for 5 hours then I would pee on you. It's just mean guys. I can't do it.
So I cant curse in English because guilt will overwhelm me and I'll cry. I cant curse in Spanish cause I can't. And cause I'll cry. I'm a crier....in case y'all hadn't noticed.
Oh god, there's so much wrong with me.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
When I was in fourth grade, a boy told me he liked me. We'll call him Moose. Well...Moose didn't really tell me, he told his friend. His friend, who happened to be a jerk older than everyone in class, told me Moose liked me. Moose, standing close by, overheard the conversation and quickly kicked his jerky friend. So while I sat there in complete horror, Moose attempted to bribe his friend with Jolly Ranchers to stop talking about "it".
At the time I was like...ten. I was ten and I was confused as to why he wouldn't want me to know he liked me. I was ten and I was embarrassed that he would admit such a thing to one of his friends...who did he think I was? I was ten, and I started crying.
I didn't want him to like me. I didn't like him, therefore I was completely astonished that he would like me. That's just not how "liking" someone worked. This boy was confused!
I remember I had a friend in that class who was going out with a really cute guy in my class. It just never occurred to me that I would be in that situation one day. I was confused and scared and nauseous and emotional. I was a wreck. A ten year old wreck sitting in class sobbing while everyone stared as the teacher walked over to comfort me.
After sitting there sobbing, trying to swallow, I was finally able to say, "Moose likes me!"
And after that incident, I started noticing that people were....turning into lustful creatures trying to pair off and create families while I was at home reading Junie B. Jones books.
I'm 16 now. Do I have a boyfriend? Nope. You know how there's parents who like don't want their children to start dating until they're I dunno 40? Well my parents aren't like that. They actually want me to have a boyfriend. They're ready to send me out into the world of make-ups and break-ups.
The thing is, I haven't found one yet. Every time I like a guy he ends up liking someone else. Every time a guy likes me, I'm flattered for like one day then I get paranoid and push him away. My thought process being: I don't wanna waste time with a bunch of guys I'm not going to marry, I wanna find the guy, marry him, have beautiful babies, then sit on a front porch watching our grandchildren. See how that sounds sweet? Well I wonder if that's just an excuse and I'm just a wimp. This sounds cheesy and you might think I'm saying it cause I'm forever alone, but I know that when the right guy comes along, I won't give it a second thought. Now the question I've been asking myself for four years...when is that gonna be? Haven't I waited long enough?
There's people at my school doing drugs and having sex and whatnot but I know I don't wanna be a part of that. I'm not gonna be pregnant in high school and I wont be "that girl" at the party. However, in my group of friends, I'm the "cute" one. Maybe because I'm short, look at least two years younger than my actual age, and maybe because my voice is "so high only dogs can hear it". But that doesn't matter. Have you guys seen Crazy, Stupid, Love? You know that part where Ryan G. is like "You're adorable" and Emma Stone is like "No! I am hot! I am sexy!" (or something like that)? Yeah? Yeah. That's me....except I'm actually a dork and not really sexy...I just like to think that I am. Like when I like to pretend I am a fat sophisticated British lady. See...I say things like that, in public, and I think to myself, "That's why I don't have a boyfriend."
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
22. Cotton Candy
24. Whipped Cream
27. Raspberry lemonade
33. The country
34. The forest
35. Cotton balls
37. New Girl
40. Fossil (brand)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Recently, I've been doing pretty good with my work-outs, I know, yay! I also found this super cute idea on how to turn old t-shirts into fabulous workout shirts. I'll be sure to make a how-to and show you guys.
A couple of days ago I made the famous "Nutella cookies", which I LOVE because they are so super easy to make and they are ready in a matter of minutes, AND they're delicious. So, be on the look out for some how-to and recipe posts guys and gals!
Since I am on summer vacation, I've spent a lot of time at home babysitting and organizing my room. I keep rearranging my books and makeup, I think I'm developing OCD. Yay, all the more reasons to get me a therapist. Anyway, after looking over all of my clothes and my numerous tubes of mascara, I thought I'd tell make a "101 Things" list of things I love!
Side note: Okay so once I got started i realized this was gonna be hard. I can think of 101 things all at once, I'm sorry I have failed! As a compromise, I'm going to split up the list. Here is the first part. "20/101 Things" list.
Oh! And since Toms are number one on my list, I took a picture of my Toms! I love those shoes, they're pretty much all I wear! Even with dresses.