Seriously

I [seriously] need to learn how to express my anger in a healthy way. Because thus far, going "FML FML FML FML FML!" doesn't really make me feel better, and writing disturbing poetry doesn't really help either. Damn! Will need to meditate further on this. And damn me being technologically cursed. Why does all the technological issues gravitate towards me? What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm a fucking magnet for technological malfunctions. FML, FML, FML. See, it doesn't make me feel better.

Technologically cursed

FML, more proof that I'm technologically cursed.

Bang Bang, Maxwell's Silver Hammer...

Sarah got me all pumped up for my birthday tomorrow! Haha. I think it's the first time I ever really 'celebrated' my birthday at school to be honest. Friends kind of come and go...year by year, they tend to switch out while new ones come in, because of classes, new interests, etc. But I feel as if Sarah and Shannon will always be close to me, if only because we survived through high school angst together. Well, we didn't survive yet. But I'm sure we will. Because weeeee're...survivors!

For some reason, Mrs. Sutter started singing, "I'm a material girl in a material world!" in class xD

She's not a girl who misses much.

I am not sure why I've been so paranoid lately.
I feel as if everybody is out to get me.
Why?

I'm sorry if it's bothering anybody.
I am not sure what is causing this.

I love the new default image, I was thinking we needed a new one to match.
Nice choice.

I'm off.
-Sam

P.S. I love my parents and constantly think about how I'd rather die then live through seeing one of them die.

America ♥'s Angst

It's getting harder and harder to be nice to my parents. Never mind nice, I'm struggling to stay civil in their faces. Sometimes they ask stupid questions, or betray their ignorance about my life - my dad doesn't know how old I am, but I guess dads don't really keep track of that. I guess that's a mom's job. But through never being there for me, they gave up their right to have a say in the things I choose to do, the things I write, the music I listen to, who I talk to, etc, etc, etc. Don't get me wrong, if they died right here and now, I'd miss them. But sometimes I wonder if anyone truly likes their parents. Is that genetically possible? Shannon and I don't think so.

Angst! WE LOVE ANGST!

On the plus side, loving the blog's new look! Like our new purple default picture?

- Catherine

Jingle All the Way [Sam]

I'm useless.

Ash

I won't be able to dress up as Ariadne for Halloween. This is because Halloween falls on a Saturday, therefor our school surely will not have a Halloween Dress-Up day. It is rather sad, as I was beginning to hope for it. I was even planning on borrowing someone's curling iron and waking up real early to use it, and buying blue contact lenses so I would look more like a traditional Greek, and maybe even gold armbands and a circlet.

Like all other dreams, it is now ashes.

* Kit

Ass-beating

I just realized I'll never have to beat anyone's ass.

Sarah, Brittany, AnJelica, and Treat can take care of themselves; Shannon's too nice to ever get anyone mad at her; and Kylie hates confrontation and wouldn't want me to get violent.

Therefor, I will never have to beat anyone's ass for doing shit to my friends.

But of course, if anyone wants to beat someone's ass I will try.

'Cept I'm not very good at ass beating so it will have to be with a butcher knife.

...[awkward silence]

* Kit

Conspiracy Theory

I have been taking the consensus of several people this week, and everyone is largely in agreement that this week has gone by absurdly slowly. A poll of 10 random people were tested, and when asked, "Is it just me, or has this week gone by really slowly?" 10 out of 10 eagerly responded, "Yes! It's fck'n nuts!" (No, that was not their exact words, but I assure you the gist was the same).

There is only one theory behind it. It is quite simple when broken down and I am surprised that no one has brought it to light before. The obvious answer to why this week has been passing by so slowly is obvious:

Someone was either sucked into or voluntarily climbed into the swirling vortex of insanity, therefor causing the time/space continuum to collapse. Thus, we humble citizens are feeling the after-effects of this pause in the "space between spaces", to quote a movie that I do not remember at the moment.

Thankfully, the morrow signifies Friday, the end of this ridiculously long work week. I must say that I will enjoy my weekend of frolic and debauchery, beginning with an airing of "Troy" Friday afternoon.

That is all.

Live long and prosper.

* Kit

Quiz [Kit]

I just took one of the coolest quizzes ever! :)
I recommend you take it too.
It's called the "Love Test" - yes, I know it is corny.
But I was quite pleased with my results.
I believe they are true.

So, here's the link:
http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php
TAKE THE QUIZ BEFORE YOU READ MY ANSWERS!
Otherwise you will utterly spoil it!













My Answers:


Dear Catherine Chou, below are your love test result:

1. The road represents your attitude towards falling in love. You chose the short road. You fall in love quickly and easily.

2. The number of red roses represents how much you give in a relationship, while the number of white represents what you expect in return. You give 100% and expect 0% in return.

3. This question represents your attitude towards handling relationship problems. You asked the family member to get your significant other. You like to avoid problems and hope that they will solve themselves.

4. The placement of the roses determines how much you like seeing your boy/girlfriend. You place the roses by the windowsill. You are alright with not seeing him/her so often.

5. This represents your attitude towards his/her personality. You prefer the person to be asleep, you love the person the way s/he is.

6. The road to home tells how long you stay in love with someone. You chose the longer road. You will tend to stay in love for a long time.

Name Analysis

C - Crappy at math.
A - Always studying, yet still failing at math.
T - The last person you want to ask for help with math.
H - Hate...math.
E - Ew, math.
R - Really really scarred from last year's math class. The therapist is on speed-dial thanks to that class.
I - Ick, math.
N - Nincompoop.
E - Ew, math (again)

Alter egos [Cattie]

Memo to Sam:
I love you. You're the best friend I've ever had and I don't want to ever have to live without you.

Memo to Shay:
I love you too, and don't beat yourself up over AP Art History! Sometimes you try as hard as you can and you fall short - it happens. Cheer up!

Memo to Lee:
I love you too, too, and don't let your problems with that one person get in the way of your life. You are far better than that. Rise above it and conquer.

Memo to Angel:
You are the sister of my heart and life without you is not worth living.

Memo to Michelle, who does not have an 'alter ego', so I shall go by her nickname Chelle:
I love you way more than you will ever know.

Fly free, bunny! [Cattie]

The plot bunny has hopped on home! :D To its Fate it went, uncaring that the world is cold and perilous for the likes of a plot bunny...free he is, to nibble on the sweet, sweet grass and enjoy being alive!

[/End personification]

*grabs the next plot bunny*
What can I do with you, my precioussss?

Shy bunny [Cattie]

Man, my Muse hates me!
This shy little plotbunny has been jumping, jumping, jumping around in my head but it refuses to come out and embrace the sweet-smelling air. Shy little buggar! I think it's also a perfectionist, just like Shannon, and refuses to go out into the world until it is groomed to perfection.

* In case you are unaware, a 'plotbunny' is what writers frequently refer to their ideas as. In this case, this plotbunny has been moodily sulking in my head for the past 3 or 4 days, and I am the point of decapitating its fluffy little tail.

JUMP, P-BUNNY, JUMP, leave the nest!