JK About Being Back Super Soon...

Turns out I've gotten myself involved in a bunch of music-y stuff that will last for a couple more weeks...WHICH IS GREAT FOR ME, but obviously not so great for all y'all reading this out there.
As you probably know, I'm not that great with planning for the future...
But anyways, I PROMISE to start writing again July 19th or a bit later, and hopefully I will live up to your expectations for this writing thing that we call a blog.
SO YEAH, SEE YOU SOON!
P.S HAPPY FOURTH TO THOSE U.S.A PEEPS READING ON HERE!
(P.P.S My cat is currently hiding behind my computer monitor because I was printing stuff and he thinks the printer is some type of scary monster...)

HAPPY EARTH DAY!

ISN'T OUR PLANET BEAUTIFUL?

(www.sacromentoearthday.net)

Make sure you get off your computer (like I'm going to try to do) and enjoy the outside!

(Free People Blog)

Also, apparently Earth has a muffin top? (I don't know, it was a headline on MSN...)

Enjoy the day, lovelies!

I NOW OWN A GOLDEN UNICORN.

And a pair of overall-shorts. And a double king-size chocolate bar, among other things.
If I get some sleep, I'll post tomorrow.
Otherwise, it'll be awhile until I post again.
In the meantime, fly high little birdies.

Explosions All Around Me

What's even going on?



This Kid is Alright

If you asked me right now, I'd have no idea.

My weekends are starting to just become whirlwinds of emotions separated by music, people staring into your eyes, frantic and desperate hugs, traveling, unhealthy snacks, and noisy explosions.

Simulated by yours truly, either scaring the crap out of people or making them more confused.

(www.sploid.gizmodo.com)

Yeah.

And while March is usually a bad month for me (I get tired of winter and the delay of spring, of testing, and basically of most people), it's starting out well.

I'm going to be missing more school, but that's okay.

I'll get to travel more, which is okay.

I get to do what I love, which is okay.

And I get to be with the people I love, which is the best.

(www.nbcnews.com)

So maybe life is just one big explosion. Chaotic, out of control, dangerous.

(www.mysdscience.com)

But it the same way exhilarating and frighteningly beautiful.

Ponder that for a bit, okay?

Feeling Starburst

I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS BUT I CAN'T STOP SMILING AND I'M RECHARGED AND READY TO FACE WHAT LIFE THROWS AT ME NEXT I PROBABLY WON'T SLEEP TONIGHT AND MAYBE I POST A REAL POST TOMORROW.
OKAY BYE.

Old Dream Journal Thing

So you know how I mentioned that I've always wanted to record down dreams? Well I forgot that when I was in the 7th grade that I actually did. For like two.
Technically I found half of them when I was cleaning out my room the other day.
SO HERE IT IS! (It was messily written on a piece of graph paper in Spanish I, so I transcribed it for your enjoyment)

4/26/11

I need to remember this dream...

I was in Mrs. Fluck's* class and we were presenting posters on bunnies. Suddenly, a kid came over to me and gave me a card. But I don't know what he looked like, or what the card said (I couldn't remember, but I think I smiled). Then, I was at my house, and I went into a closet. But I heard it lock behind me. So I opened another door in the closet, and I was on a desert island. So I started walking around. Then I saw a girl in a lake, and she had hypothermia. So these trolls kept pouring maple syrup into the lake to warm her up. I kept walking, until I saw a yellow flower. But then, when I looked up close, it had a poison spike. Weird...

Then I found a lady on top of a hill. She was sleeping (or unconscious). For some reason I rolled her down the hill. And that was the end of the dream...(or all I remember).

(www.lucidchan.org)

Yeperdoodles, that's little me. But I almost never have realistic dreams. Also, I don't know if this is true with anyone else, but there isn't really sound in my dreams. When people talk to each other, their mouths move, and I know what they are saying in my head, but no sound comes out. For explosions I again hear the noise in my head, but there isn't any sound in the actual dream. Weird, right?

Well, that's all I got for today. Stay safe with all the know, and if you can, go buy yourself some discounted Valentine's Day candy.

BECAUSE YOU ARE WORTH IT.

(www.gifboom.com)

And don't you forget it.

*This is the actual, legit name of one of my seventh grade teachers. I'm not changing it because a.) I know most of y'all won't believe me and b.) I don't care because I don't mention much else about her.

IT HAS COME

SNOMAGEDDON 2014 IS HERE AND IT IS REAL, SEE, I TOLD YOU MR. WILLY* THAT IT WOULD HAPPEN AND YOU JUST KEPT TELLING ME  IN CHEM THAT WE'D GET ONE INCH BUT I KNOW AND SNOW THE TRUTH SO DON'T QUESTION MY PSYCHIC ABILITIES. ALSO I HAD A WEIRD DREAM OF MAKING EGGS AND BURRITOS IN THE MOUNTAINS WIH A MONK AND HE HAD AWESOME SHOES FOR ME TO WEAR AND RAINBOW SODA AND SO MANY CHICKENS I PLAYED WITH THEM ALL DAY AND WE HAD A RESTURANT/B&B AND IT WAS KIND OF AMAZING AND WE'D HELP HIKERS MAKE IT UP THE HIMALYAS WITH OUR FABOULOUS CUISINE.

(www.culturefocus.com)

Phew...good thing I got that off my chest. I actually would like to write my dreams more often, but I usually forget them five minutes after I get up. But this one was so epic that I guess I didn't.

You guys getting pounded with ice and snow too?

I feel your pain...but for those who are living in other countries, I WISH I COULD HANG WITH Y'ALL FOR AWHILE.

Stay safe and have fun.
*Sort of not his real name...

Bubbly Water

I got bored and made this.

That's all I got for today.

Has This Ever Happened To You?

Have you ever listened to a song on your iPod that you've heard maybe a hundred times, but then one day it seems that the tempo is much slower or faster?
This seems to happen to me a lot for some reason.
But sometimes if I start beating out the tempo it will go away, so maybe it's just my brain being weird.
Does this ever happen to you?

SNOW AND COFEE COMBINE

I have my coffee, my brother has his snow. They both make us hyper.
TOGETHER WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE!

(www.dailyshotofcoffee.com)

Well, at least for a little while.

Clarisonic Face Brush

I just got one and I can't wait for it to massage all my face pores and hopefully it will make my face smooth and soft like the snow  that surrounds me outside.
Okay, that's an overstatement, but I heard that it is amazing, and who doesn't like getting their face all massaged at least once a day?
I'm probably over-excited, but I get really hyper and obsessive about the little things that make me happy in life.
Gotta prepare myself to wing a presentation for tomorrow.
See y'all later.

Photos of Myself

When I was going through my Wreck This Journal, I flipped to the page where you put a picture of you that you don't like and you deface. But as I was thinking about what photo to put there, I realized I don't really love any photos of myself.

(www.flickrhivemind.net)

I could probably count on one hand the number of pictures taken of me recently that I have actually liked.
I usually don't look at pictures that I am in. I will glance at them and smile at everyone else, but then I sort of skip over myself. I know that I'm in it, but I don't really comprehend the whole picture. Maybe this is the reason I don't have a camera except for the crappy one on my phone, and I really don't take selfies (which is basically impossible, again, because of my phone).

(www.fbpause.com)

By now you are probably thinking I have a bad self image or something. And this isn't really true. I accept myself for who I am and enjoy all the things that make me weird or different or stand out. But of course everyone has their own insecurities, so there are things that I worry about a little bit.  But generally I don't worry or think badly about all of the scars I have, or my round face, or my enormous hands. I take it in stride, along with most of the annoying or crappy things that happen on a weekly basis.
 So I guess I attribute the whole photo avoidance thing to something sort of superstition.

(www.centerforinquiry.com)

 

(Okay, not that type of superstition. But that was asking to be put in there. Hehehehe. Well, by the little voice in the back of my mind going, "You know you want to..." Anyways back to what I was saying before.)
While people who know me may not think I'm super superstitious (ha, I liked how that sounded, sorry continue reading), I unconsciously sort of am. I'll read horoscopes for fun, then end up following them, even though I try to convince myself that it's not true at all. When I heard that they were building a second Titanic, I sort of lost my mind and tried to convince a bunch of people to never, ever ride on it because surely they would drown. Naming and creating a replica of a ship that sunk and killed so many people is just a beacon of bad luck and not good ju-ju.

(www.foxnews.com)

So when I see a picture of myself, I feel like I unconsciously feel like there is a little part of my soul or something in those pictures, and that by looking at it I'm giving it over to the photo.
Okay, I actually have no idea what I'm unconsciously thinking (that's why its unconscious) but I'm just trying to give an idea to something I can't really put into words.
Oh well, I tried.
So this was sort of a feelz post, but it felt good to write it down anyways.
But now I want to write something funny to relieve all this tension. Hmmmm...
FLAGELLA!

(www.biologos.org)

Nope that didn't work. Well, I gots to go do some homework and write a speech, so I'll catch you on the other side of the next post my brain decides to vomit out an idea for.
P.S Now I'm listening to Superstition. Thanks Stevie Wonder for working your way into my brain...

Nicknames

I don't know if many people know this, but I love nicknames. I think they are cute, quirky, fun, and just great. My name is one that could have a few nicknames, but I never was called any of them growing up. I always wanted one, but no one ever picked them up, so I'd make them for myself. I did have the nickname Cube at an arts camp I went to in elementary school, and it made me so happy. I feel like that name reflects your true self, especially since your parents can't really wait to name you so they can see what you are like and what fits. So all of my nicknames, Ting, Anonymous Bassoonist, Jenn-A, Ladasha, and even Sloane (a quick addition to get me out of a creepy situation) all mean something to me, and I'm glad I have them and know the people who have given them to me.
That's all

Working on Wreck This Journal

I finally have had some down time to work on it again (even though I should be working on school projects).
The problem is that once I start wrecking, I get kind of obsessed and do around ten pages at a time until I finish them, and then I taper off after a day and forget about it.
So this is the cycle that my work has fallen into, and by tomorrow I'll be back at school and will forget about the whole book until Christmas break.
Probably.
But for now, I'll show you one of the pages that I think I'm basically finished with. I did it late last night, because that is the best time of day for destroying your journal for some reason. Perhaps it's because its dark and you turn up your music loud (on your headphones) and you just finished a jar of Nutella and everything is working out in the world.
Well, you know, for me at least.
So here's the page!

P.S I was really twitchy when writing this post so sorry if the words sound funny. I look back on this and don't think that the order and flow was superb.

I'M OBSSESSED WITH THIS SONG.

Period.

And I don't think I want to stop listening to it.
Ever.

BTW

JEFFERY DALLAS AND JULIAN SMITH ARE BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Just thought you should know...

Thought I Had Today

Okay, so in movies an actor might have to sign their character's name on camera. But what do they do if they are in another movie and they have to sign their other character's name on camera? I mean, yeah it's going to be a different name but they are still going to have the same handwriting/ signature. So do they have to change how they sign or does somebody else sign it for then and all we see is their hand?
Okay maybe this isn't really relevant to anything.
Back to the homeworkz.

Also...

I DRANK SALAD OUT OF A BOTTLE YESTERDAY. AND PRETENDED TO BE A YETI.
Yeah okay now that's all for today.