Felicia

She hurt my throat.
She's a fog machine.
That's all you need to know.

Old Phone.... One Last Connection.

I got a new phone. I don't like it as much, and it is vulnerable without a case and insurance. It's like your uncle from the future. The keyboard is weird, and it's hard to deal with and annoying and doesn't vibrate loudly enough to hear it.
But this is the end.
If you show up, I will understand. But the power has been cut off to you, and you won't react to my screams of joy and groans of annoyance.
And I understand.
But I must move on without you.

Time

The darkness is always closing in
taking away the hours that I need
to completely succeed
at what I'm doing.
I just need more minutes in a day
more time in any single way
just to say what I have to say
and do what I do.
But this rushing continues
and I see it in the tired bodies of those around me
and in the eyes of those who have had enough.
We're all just waiting for that one moment we can
pause
take a break
breathe in
and close our eyes.
Not worry for an hour
minute
second
anything
about what comes ahead.
And while this day may not be tomorrow,
we hope that it can be the next.

Banksy

I have already talked about his artwork before. But I'm just going to let it speak for itself.

(www.freefever.com)

(www.weburbanist.com)

(www.whatsonyourwall.com)

(www.coldplaying.com)

(www.themellowjihadi.com)

Graffiti can be much more than vandalism. It can be a message.



Stripes

I love prints. Polka dots, zig-zags, tiny foxes, you name it. But stripes are my go-to, comfy pattern that if I wear, I know that I'll be safe. People say stripes aren't forgiving but for me, they are always there when you pulled an all-nighter or are at a party not knowing anyone, or are slouching around your house about to puke. They can look clean or messy, cute or dressy, prim and princess-y (well maybe. I mostly used it so I could rhyme).
YAAAAAY STRIPES!

(www.urbanoutfitters.com)

I have this blanket in blue. AND BOY IS IT COMFY. And yes, it's from my homeland.

(www.rockcollection.co.uk)

Sometimes you just need something a little more on the rebel side.

(www.dailywag.marthastewart.com)

OR SOMETHING IN THE TOTALLY ADORABLE SIDE!

(www.yournextjeans.com)

Being someone who loves crazy pants, I do indeed have a pair of striped ones. Except the stripes are horizontal.

(www.studio81.biz)

And don't forget your matching socks/tights.
I know that two days ago I said I'd do a regular post, but I forgot. I keep forgetting all the things, probably because I'm too busy.
Oh well, I'll post again soon.

That Feeling You Get...

when you listen to one of your favorite songs after a long day, and no matter where you are, you feel like you are home.
I think everyone feels this way.
But maybe it's just the music crazies.
By the way guys, I'm going to try to post an actual post tomorrow, instead of these teeny tiny ideas that I keep adding everyday.
I really miss writing out something long and luxurious in the picture and capital letter department.
Talk to you guys soon.

PARADE!

I'M DRESSING UP AS MACKLEMORE FOR THE PARADE SINCE I FOUND A CHEAP FUR COAT AT SAL VAL AND I FINALLY GOT THE IDEAS SO I LOST MY MIND AND I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS TONIGHT EVEN THOUGH IT IS SUPPOSED TO SNOW BUT I WILL DEAL I WILL BE FABULOUS AND BEAUTIFUL AND GREAT AND HOPEFULLY I CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO THE HAIR.

My Phone is Still Missing

Honey, I really need you. What I said before wasn't a lie. What we had was special. And I need you back.

Your chica,
Me.

Oh I Forgot...

Ironic, huh? Well I need ideas for something to draw on my little kid program so if you could leave some ideas below that would be great.
Pizza?
Gardens?
PIZZA GARDENS?
It all be in your hands.

Forgetting Haiku

Forgetting all things,

Seems to be my specialty,

What was I saying?

That Moment When...

you're playing Little Big Planet with your friend and you keep exploding and she is laughing and your cats are confused and you just ate a bowl of shrimp bisque.
Sorry, but I need to keep moving.

Google Maps is So Much Fun!

I can tour places that I know I will probably never get to see, and I can sort of walk on their streets! Except I can't see the abandoned amusement park with the creepy ferris wheel that continues to move... the Google Map Street View man is too afraid to touch down there.

Okay, Maybe I Lied

It's earlier in the morning and I'm getting ready to head out on my crazy day. Even though I'm excited to be dressed up, I'm more excited to be dressed up WHILE EATING FROZEN YOGURT!
My friend, Juni*, and I were talking about this yesterday. We were trying to decide what makes frozen yogurt so darn special. And even though I think its taste is superior to ice cream, we decided it was the process.
As I have talked about frozen yogurt on here before, I'm just going to do a little recap on what happens.
1.You go to a fancy machine. You decide what flavor you want. Then you pull a magic lever and a noise sounds like a machine that is coming from the future.
2. A huge amount slowly swirls into your bowl, and you start to smile.
3. You stop when you realize that 10 pounds of yogurt is going to cost you, as well as messing with your body for a couple of days.
4. You go put on toppings, opting for the lighter, but still the tastiest ones (coconut, bobas, gummy bears)
5. You put it on the scale and see how much your creation ways, AND BOOM! It's yours, along with a colorful spoon and all the free water you want. And the container of course.
 So yeah, I need to run NOW! But I just wanted to put that in.
*Juni is not her real name. Her middle name doesn't start with B, and doesn't end with Jones either.

Tomorrow is A Big Bowl of Craziness

I don't have much time. Today has already been crazy enough, with me selling cookies out the wazoo and running around. But tomorrow there are things like tests and dances and movies and dressing up and makeup and frozen yogurt. And possibly Halloween costumes. But I probably won't post tomorrow, or the next day. And hopefully my creative juices for posts start flowing again.
See you on the other side...

Stains

They tell a story. The red lipstick mark on my hand, from wiping it off my mouth when I thought I applied it horribly. The darker soda stain on the carpet from that party where you had that awesome dance off. The nail polish on the seat in your car from the summer when you were bored and jumped in, ready to go anywhere.
They may be ugly, but there are amazing stories behind them.
But I can't remember how I got coffee stains all over the notes by the computer.

Jogging Away

Lately I've been feeling like I am running from something. I don't really know what it is. Maybe it's school work, or drama (the people kind), craziness, or even just making sure I upload to this something everyday. But I'm not really worried about these consciously. I'm doing fine in school,the drama doesn't really involve me, I (try) to keep my zaniness in check, and I know that I could write one sentence on here and that would count as uploading something.
I really don't know, and it's not like I'm going to join cross country anytime soon.
Maybe I'm just running from the unknown.

JEFFREY CAMPBELL, I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU!

WHY DO YOUR SHOES HAVE TO BE SO EXPENSIVE, BUT LOOK SO DANG FINE?!?!? MAN, IF I HAD MORE MONEY I WOULD BE ALL OVER THOSE SHOES AND WEAR THEM EVERYDAY. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW! PLEASE KEEP DOING WHAT EVER YOU BE DOING!
(P.S Basically I only sampled black and gold shoes. Purely accidental.)


(www.becauseiamfabulous.com)
 
(www.lyst.com)

(www.lyst.com)

(www.karmaloop.com)

(www.ashburyskies.com)
Which one is your favorite?

I've Lost My Phone

Again. For the millionth time.
But phone, I want you to know,
I have lost you so many times. In the park, in an auditorium, in my room (where you are probably hiding now), at my friend's house. You have gotten wet, covered in snow, extremely warm, and have fallen out of my pockets onto what seems to be a never ending staircase.
But you have been there for me. You always eventually revive, even if it takes days. You always leave just enough battery to call or text some one that I need to be picked up before your light blinks out. And I know that it is my fault for not knowing where you are, even though I am racking my brains in order to find you.
You are perfect the awkward way you are, and I could never imagine myself with an iPhone.
Seriously, could you see me with an iPhone? That thing would look like it went through the garbage disposal the same hour I got it. It would have stains that wouldn't come off and be cracked beyond repair and have this new IOS seven thingy that people tell me is horrible but I really don't understand.
So if you read this, phone, please come back. Because I need you.
Really, I do.


Hahahaha, I really just wanted to be random and write this. So I did. But I really wonder where my phone is. So please come back.

Wordlist #4

I'm busy today with some stuff, so I decided to make one of these.
You know how it goes...
Cards, hope, genius, jar, running, breathing, moving, jumping, buildings, beans, falls, throw, movement, coffee, words, dreams, ideas, stoop, potato, mug, drink, flight, skip, crash, chalk, pavement, joy.
THAT IS ALL!

Halloween Costumes!

I love Halloween, and even if I can't go trick or treating anymore (I'm too old), I still get to dress up with the marching band for the Halloween Parade we have where I live.
My favorite part is definitely dressing up, and here are a couple of costume ideas that I think are cute/quirky/amazing.

(A Beautiful Mess)

This is one the best ideas ever! It looks so cute, and I'm already so in love with this movie that every time it is on I drop whatever I'm doing and gravitate towards it like a moth to a light.

(Oh Happy Day!)

I love this lady and I love this costume idea!

(Oh Happy Day!)

I think this would be super easy to pull off even on someone who isn't a child, and who wouldn't want to be Frida anyways?

(www.luckymag.com)

Okay, maybe I'm just attracted to very small and adorable costumes.

(www.theyearofhalloween.com)

No words. Just silence and open mouth derping.

So I hoped this helped! Or just made you smile. Either way, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

What's next?

There are some things that I just can't understand to their fullest capacity. Like how there is so much music in the world and it is basically all original in its own way. Or how the funny story I made up yesterday will soon be lost in the depths of my mind, and I'll never remember it again. How people are each so different, how memories are perceived in a unique way by separate people, and realizing the people that you care the most about now will disappear sometime in your life, moving away from you or forgetting you, or maybe you'll be the one to disappear first.
It's all so crazy and weird and great and so hard to really take in.
So this is what I wrote late last night, when everything seems to take on a different form, and you really have the time to think alone in silence, by yourself, right before you drift off to sleep.
I realize that I will never truly know all the answers, no matter if I want to, and I kind of accept it.
So this post was weird too, and maybe more about the feelz, but it felt good just to write it.
The end.

Trying To Post

Sorry this is one huge non-grammatically correct sentence I've been pressed for time and actually wrote this yesterday I'm been extremely busy and have been trying to get my crap together for school and for the day I'm going to miss and everything else so I know that blog posts have been pretty random (more than usual) but as soon as Saturday comes I promise to write down a real post full of the stuff I usually write and I really do promise you can refer to this post if I don't do that so I wish you the best and have a nice day y'all and I'll see you on the other side of this tornado of work and school and craziness.

(www.nothingbutdinosaurs.com)

Dino.

How Do You Get An Invisible Eyelash Out of Your Eye?

I've had one for two weeks and it is starting to get ANNOYING!
Speaking of eyelashes, I was at Wal-Mart and saw these feathered fake eyelashes that I know on me would get stuck together and I would walk around the party derping and not being able to see and being like "I'M A BIRD!".
Yep.

Random Next Blog Thing

Sometimes at the top of Blogger it has a "Next Blog" button that allows you to go through a bunch of blogs. However, whenever I click on it I ALWAYS GET BLOGS THAT ARE IN ITALIAN! However much I love Italy and dream of going there someday (and eating my way through each part of the country), I can't read Italian very well. Well, at all. Maybe somehow the internet knows about the book I bought at BAM awhile ago that is supposed to help you with Italian by giving pronunciation with English words and pictures?

(www.gibbssmithcovers.com)

If so, it may get to the point where I'm so afraid of my computer I go live as a hermit on a tropical island. With my (future) pet chicken named Chimichurri and my bassoon Benito Benvolio Bentucci Bertrolli (MAYBE THE INTERNET KNOWS ABOUT THIS TOO?).

Maybe I Am Becoming an Old Person...

Not in just the getting older, because yes, every year I celebrate a birthday (even if last year I sort of forgot about it, A REASON FOR THE TITLE ABOVE). But maybe I'm becoming more elderly and curmudgeonly. (I LOVE THAT WORD!)
I have noticed that:
-I enjoy foods that don't need chewing, such as soup, mashed potatoes, hummus, oatmeal, pudding, ice cream, etc. Further evidence of this is all over this blog.

(www.snottingblack.com)

- As mentioned above, I forget things. Really, it is only short term things, like where I put Ting's (my alter ego) glasses, or the jar of Nutella, or my script. Long term is fine, but usually it's something unusual, like the color of crayon I used the most of when drawing over the walls of my old house (Mac & Cheese).

(www.evolvestar.com)

- I'm annoyed by technology. And I'm slowly refusing to stop learning how to use new ones (which is why my PowerPoint skills are so horrible).

(www.failblog.cheezburger.com)

-I'm beginning to look at younger kids and realize that their childhoods are totally different, and that when I was in fourth grade, I didn't have Hollister jeans or an iPod touch or iPhone. And I miss being a little kid.

(www.magyisawesomer.tumblr.com)

- I am an old man (temporarily when I read a monologue) in a play. They changed it so I was a old lady, but I feel like by being an old man I can be more crotchety (I LOVE THAT WORD TOO!).

(www.jjchalupnik.blogspot.com)

Maybe everyone feels like this and misses being a little kid and is afraid of getting old. Especially when you're in high school. You have no idea what is coming next and are sort of afraid, but you really miss being a little kid and not having to worry about anything like how other people think of you, or your grades, or how your friends are doing, or memorizing lines, or who is going to take you to homecoming.
Do you feel the same way?
Okay, I got to go eat some soup and drink some tea.

Sunday Was Yesterday.

I had no idea what to write, and my voice was gone so that for some reason inhibits by brain from thinking straight, probably because all my thoughts were stuck inside my head and couldn't leave my mouth. But I like listing so here it is!
-woke up after coming home late at night after party
-remembered that I was losing my voice near the end
-made Godiva chocolate coffee
-played Plants vs. Zombies
-contemplated working on homework
-did not
-got dressed and cleaned up
-watched Youtube videos
-ate lunch (goat cheese and pear panini I made myself)
-got music and things together
-said goodbye to my aunt
-left for orchestra
-played in orchestra and was awkward since I didn't know anybody well
-packed up
-went to Wegmans
-freaked out (as usual)
-got three different types of soup and sushi
-drove home
-ate food
-thought about doing homework
-wrote this list
Basically it was pretty lazy and fun.

Little Bird

There is a little bird watching me from the window. A small brown wren, blending perfectly with the surrounding leaves as he flits from branch to branch. He cocks his head to one side and another, and proceeds his journey up the tree. But he returns down every so often. Three branches up, one branch down. He stares at me at eye level, and I wonder if he is trying to think of a way to get in or a way to get me out.
It worked.

Old Blog Post #2

Remember this is from sixth grade...

	Funny Thing My brother said! Tuesday, 6 April 2010, 12:57 PM
	I just wanted to write something my brother said on our vacation. Did you figure it out yet? Anyway, something he said at breakfast. "I underestimated the power of the dippy egg." LOL

What have I Never Seen Rot?

Chips.
Or fudge.

What Happens When All the Oyster Crackers Go Away?

What will I do?
What will I snack on when I'm alone or in a group?
What will I eat with chili but not on top of it?
Or soup?
Or Nutella? (well that was a happy accident)
What will be the perfect size to melt in my mouth?
And have the perfect carb-to-saltiness ratio?
Without really looking like what it is named after?
But still reminds me of the sea?
What if I'm the only one who appreciates their goodness?
And no one else understands how I feel?
WHAT IF I'M THE LAST PERSON EATING THE LAST OYSTER CRACKER AT THIS VERY SECOND?
Again, what will I do?

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Sorry, this VERY random post started with me thinking about the extinction of dinosaurs while eating oyster crackers. And this happened.
But I really do love oyster crackers.
Do you? (EVEN MORE QUESTIONS! YAAAAAAAY!)

I Could...

... be studying for a chemistry test, but instead I chose to do this!

The largest realizations come right after you put on some lip gloss and go wait for the bus.
It's the truth.

Comfort

Striped hoodies
and flannel sheets
good music
snacks
and sweaters
cats
friendship
coffee
and warm brie
dreams
fluffy beanbags
hope
smoky fires
and caramel
feathers
tea
fleece
pillows
hugs
and trust
all floating around and wrapping me in their embrace
and the chill begins melting away.

(www.dreamstime.com)

Hahaha this was sort of a list? But I was cold and thinking of all the things that make you feel all nice and toasty.