Good Times

What exactly is the definition of good times now adays? For me, it used to mean Alisa and I went outside and played games, and watched movies like E.T., Cats Can't Dance, Winnie the Pooh, all the cool ones. Now... Good times are sitting around and drinking and smoking and doing drugs. Am I the only one that sees the problem here? I miss being able to go outside everyday and play with my sister and live in the little world that consisted of our yard. I miss my big box of Lego, and my Barbies and everything that made up that world. Something happened in the last twelve years. But, I don't know exactly what. I just know that it's wrong.

Lego!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My dad, says that we're all made out of the same box of Legos. (He was saying this to my sisters and I. At the time I was incredibly offended, where was I before I so rudely interrupted myself? Oh yeah..) While he was going on and on about us all being made from the same box of Legos I was thinking  that while Alisa and I were made from the same box, Meghann and PJ were made from a different box entirely. Thinking now, we're just made from different Lego Builder Sets. And, in my artist statement I wrote for our big final project, I decided to say that really, we're all made from the same box of Legos, just different Builder Sets. Sweet huh? Definitely an A there. 

Yaaay! We're back in business!

Adventures on LSD

#3: Welcome to Hell

ONCE upon a time, there were five friends(and some zombie-ninja-fairies), and they really liked to trip out. And, one day, they were just messing around, when they fell… Into a hole of doom. And they landed in a random forest in I-don’t-know-where. This, is James the Fucking Pixie, Harry the Unicorn, Jesus, Maurise the Narwahl, and I’s story. 
And, this story is called, Our Adventures on LSD. Story #3: Welcome to Hell. 

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We were all hanging out one day (this was before our big adventure Welcome to Hell, but, really, I want to start before the story really begins), and decided to go trip out again. While we were chilling on the couch hearing colors, and seeing music, a big ass hole opened up. Naturally, James got up, and was all:
“Dude. What the fuck is that?” 
We all shrugged, and were all: “How the hell should we know?” 
Then, this random lady came out and pulled us all into the hole. And here we are now, sitting in the middle of a forest, in Bum-fuck-nowhere, lost as fuck. By the way, we use the f bomb a lot. 
  “Shit dude.”
“Woah.”
“Are you sure we’re still tripping?” I stand up.
“Guys, we are so totally not tripping. This is nuts. That hole of doom must’ve stolen our trip. Damn, that must be one hungry hole.” We’re all up and looking around this big ass forest. James the Fucking Pixie is floating as usual, two inches off the ground. 
KERSMASH! 
“HOLY SHIT!” 
Some random chick comes out, she’s hella short, and well, floating. Like James does.  What the fuck? She’s short, with black hair, and the same stick figurey type figure that James has. She looks at us all wide eyed. Then says (in utter bewilderment),
“JAMES!!! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?” 


All eyes go to James. Who’s looking too squeamish for words. She looks so pissed off, you have no idea. James sighs. He looks like he’s on the verge of a really long story I don’t exactly think I want to hear but, he starts on it anyways. 
“You guys… This is my cousin. Elena the Fucking Botanist.”
“Damn straight I am! You are in so much trouble mister, you need to get your ass back home right-” James interrupts her.
“ELENA. I am older than you. And the forest isn’t my home anymore. My home is with these guys,” he gestures to us. “And, I’m going to stay with them in California.” Wow, I didn’t think she could get anymore pissed but she is. 
 Maurise the Narwahl’s cage gets rattled and he says, all slowly and chill-like,
“What exactly happened here?” James sighs again. 
“I left the forest because I was tired of living here. And. . . Well, that’s not important.” I look around some more, and notice that this place looks kind of familiar and I can’t remember why. Elena the Fucking Botanist starts going on and on about some weird tangent saying that James is a prince. James motions for us all to head off behind him, and we walk and walk and walk, until we come across something that makes Elena the Fucking Botanist cringe. A tall plant, with magenta dots on the stem, and several braches of little clusters of white flowers.      
    She reaches for a knife at her waist. The plant has a sleeping face. 
Elena whispers, “The Beast of Poison Flowers.” 
“Pardon?” James, Harry the Unicorn, Maurise the Narwahl, Jesus and I say.
The “Beast of Poison Flowers doesn’t look so sleeping anymore… Come to think of it, it looks a little like hemlock. Poison hemlock. But, this stuff is controlled in the States. Okay so.. It’s not where we are but. . .
“When are we?” I ask. James looks a little sad. 
“About three hundred years into the past.” 
“Say what?” Elena the Fucking Botanist looks even more angry. 
“You went to the future!? How could you! You know that’s forbidden!”
“To goddamn bad Elena,” James looks over at Jesus and says, “No offense bro. Elena, I left because I wanted to. Not as some revenge or rebellion or anything. I left because I felt like it.” Elena puts her hands on her hips, and then. . . The poison hemlock speaks in a growly voice, that makes the ground rumble,
“A human has entered the forest, a human to be poisoned. A human and friends. The pixies are already dying, the human will only bring about the death to its race. A narwahl, a saint, a unicorn and a pixie, all coming along with the human from the future. A human brought us with it to the future, in the human past, and we easily took over. . . But I can smell that the human knows we did not prevail in devouring the humans. We will devour the pixies, and we will devour the humans. Do not underestimate us human, we know of your ways, and we know how to devour you, your race, and in the course of time we will devour your world. Just as we have done before, and as we will to this forest, this land of creatures unknown to the humans. You all disguise yourselves, the saint, the unicorn, the narwahl and the pixie, so you will remain left in peace. And as the clock continues clicking, the course of time will deceive you, and you will be thrown into a land of destruction.”
Elena the Fucking Botanist mutters,
  “Now you’ve done it.” and bolts in the opposite direction, actually flying, not floating as James usually does. He grabs my arm and says, 
“We should get going now.” He stops floating and picks me up, actually flying for once, and Jesus follows running in the air, and Maurise and Harry are just chilling floating with us. We stop after a few minutes, and then we land in a village. A village I know I’ve seen before. But. . . When? Oh well. Some old dude with a beard comes up to us, and Elena the Fucking Botanist is hovering behind him. James looks unaffected by the old dude. Even though the old dude looks kind of scary. And, the shouting begins.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG WE WERE LOOKING FOR YOU! THAT HUMAN LURED YOU OUT OF THE FOREST WHERE YOU BELONG! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL THIS TIME!? GETTING HIGH WITH THE SILLY GIRL BEHIND YOU? YOU BETTER TAKE YOUR PLACE AS PRINCE OR YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT BY CHOICE, IT WILL BE HANDED DOWN TO YOU AND YOU WILL! NOT! LEAVE! AGAIN!” 
James sighs, I really need to keep track of how often he sighs while we’re here.
“My answer to you is this, she did not lure me out of the forest. I left. I am not going to be prince. I am going to go back to California and be with my friends.” 
   The old guy motions to some armed dudes with neatos staffs. They stand around Harry, Maurise and Jesus. 
“They will leave, you and the human will stay.” He snaps his fingers and 
KABLAMO! 
They’re gone. What? What? Everyone seems to be staring holes through me. Is it what I’m wearing? I’m just wearing a blue t-shirt, and some jeans. I get why this is all so familiar. I’ve been here before… I remember falling through a hole, and finding myself in some random forest with some random guy looking down at me, and then he took me back to my house, and stayed. Oh, I see what happened. There’s a lot of shouting and what seems to be the same poison hemlock plant comes crashing into the village. Wonderful. You can see the roots, all gross like, with one root, that’s got purpley-red blotches on it. Gross. People are running and screaming, and then there’s me. Going, what the fuck is going on here? Because I really don’t know. There’s quite a few poison hemlock plants now, and I’m being pulled across the courtyard and into a tree. Since when do people hide inside trees? Aren’t you supposed to be up at the top? I look around, Elena the Fucking Botanist was the one who pulled me in here, and with an oomph! James is at the entrance guarding it. Elena looks like she’s about to fess up to something. 
“There’s. . . I, well, at the other end of the forest, in the really infested part, there’s the Mother Beast, the original plant that came here. It might be able to help us, some dwarves came through earlier, saying that a huge beast had helped them get rid of a problem, and that the beast was at the far eastern edge of the forest, little did we know. . . All they did was move their problem to our forest.” 
“James.”
“Yes?”
“I have a feeling that there’s an adventure landing on our faces.”
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   And so we set off, wandering through the forest with a poorly drawn map, and an incentive. Elena gave us her journal where she had written down notes about the poison hemlock plants. There’s notes on how there’s a strong enough toxicity to kill in high doses, and that every part of the plant is poisonous, particularly  the root, and she wrote about how at first the plants looked like wild carrots, and they picked the baby plants and ate them, and that’s when people started dying. The biochemistry of the plant is too strange to mention. The notes are very good. It says that the plants can get up to ten feet tall, and the stems are completely hairless. This is very confusing. We’ve been traveling  for three days, avoiding getting eaten by the poison hemlock(the plant mutated and will eat people, that’s what you get for living in an enchanted pixie world), and finally making it to the original poison hemlock plant. It’s HUGE I mean GIGANTIC. 
It’s just insanely big. It looks like it’s sleeping, until we approach it, and in a very deep, grumbling voice it says, 
“Let the human step forward first. She knows what we really are, she knows more than the botanist. Don’t worry child, I will not harm you, unlike my children I do not hunger for flesh, I am content with the sun, the air and the water, my children are unlike me. You wish to know how to get rid of us, it is a very long, harsh path. It takes years, and much dedication, as the clock continues clicking the botanist will find a way. But, for now, you are going home, with the Prince of the pixies. Botanist come here. . . I will show you how to get rid of us, so no more harm can be done to your people.” And, there’s another hole we fall into, the forest swirls and looks creepy, then James and I crash land into the couch. 
“That was one crazy adventure.” 
“But, for once, it wasn’t actually an Adventure on LSD was it? I don’t know. I just don’t know.” 

That was our crazy adventure into the past. And, we have no idea why it happened. We’ve all changed, well, James and I have, he and I are closer after that REALLY LONG ASS WALK through the forest. Fun right? No. Not at all. 






I think it's okay, it could use some more character development but, whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Return of the Adventures on LSD Cast!

WELL Adventures on LSD is back! OKAY OKAY maybe not today, but soon. 
Let me explain.


In science, we are studying weeds. And, we had to choose a weed, and then research it, then write a story, create pictures, and then put it all into a powerpoint. I chose poison hemlock. And, naturally, I had to create an LSD adventure for you guys. James the Fucking Pixie, Harry the Unicorn, Jesus, Jesus' zombie-ninja-fairies, me, and Maurise the Narwahl are back! With some  new friends, James' family, The Fucking Pixie clan, his cousin, Elena the Fucking Botanist, and a few others you get to meet later. And, OF COURSE naturally it has to be informational. Which sucks. BUT I'm definitely going to have fun with this. Today, in photojournalism. Because I'm badass like that.

Hmmm. I haven't posted in a while, so I figure I'll let Josh know what's up.

SO I don't exactly really want to go to the engagement party. I just don't. I have a final to work on and I won't know many of the people there. Maddi, Aimee and I constructed a plan. I will go, BUT I will have headphones and music on me to ignore them all if I get stuck in a corner by myself. In a sorta fuck-you-all-you're-lame thing. Because, I'd rather rock out to music than pretend to not care about standing around in a group of people at the zoo by myself. Just figured I'd let you know what's up Josh. If you have any advice on this email me!!!! 

Oh yeah, it's on saturday, and I haven't asked my mom yet.

I Hate Cyclists!

Well, I don't like exactly hate them, I just kinda, yknow, get annoyed with them.

Anyway, I Hate Cyclists is actually a song, made in six minutes by my friend Stephen Pillola. And every sound you hear in the song, is from the sound his voice makes through a box fan. Yeah. It's that intense.

I never want to sleep ever again.

Have you ever had a dream so scary that you never wanted to sleep ever again?

I have. Just last night. And a few times before.

I'll start with the dream I had before last night's dream. So, in my dream, I was a paranormal investigator. Along with an older librarian, and some Brit guy. And, we were looking for ghosts in some really reaaaaalllly really old house. Now, I was on some stairs, and then, the Brit guy got possessed and was beating the living unicycles out of the librarian. And then me. I woke up, and hid under my blankets. And refused to even look at the clock. Or have my feet hanging out from my bed.  I was terrified. 


So... This next one... From last night... I actually kind of don't want to talk about it. 

Relaxation time.

I'm not entirely too sure what to write today, so I just decided about two seconds ago to compile a list of lists. Here goes! 

THINGS I TOTALLY DIG

1.) Tall guys.

2.) Friends who I can talk to about private type stuff (sex, etc.) and who won't get weirded out and go "Enough now." When I'm all like, dude, I want to talk about this to you 'cause I trust you. 

3.) Guys who have dark brown hair, that's medium long, wavy-ish at the top, a cow-lick bit at the back, and copper highlights (okay so what I'm being picky but I rate guys from 1 to Spencer okay? Nuff said.)

4.) Homemade apple sauce, that's fresh and warm and totally awesome because it was made from real apples about ten minutes ago.

5.) Cheesecake. With cherries drizzled over it. 

6.) Books, good books. 

7.) Laying around in the sun in shorts and a tank top, reading and being totally chill and peaceful.

8.) Anything I consider to be legit. Such as: cake mix cookies, good friends, chocolate chips cookies, going to the library and enjoying the peace and quiet, etc etc.

9.) Getting nice compliments, not the general "you're sexy" from random guys but ones like what Mom said yesterday, "Thanks for helping out today, it was nice working in the kitchen with you." 

A TOTALLY LEGIT IN-DEPTH GUY RATING         SCALE.

Smile:

Personality:

Figure:

Hair:

Trustworthiness:

Body Comfortability*:

*I.E. would you feel totally comfortable in a bikini when he's around?

Secrets (as in, can you  tell him absolutely anything and everything?): 

Uhm.... I forgot the rest, Aimee and I made it up a while back, and it's in my last diary somewhere. 

CHUMS AND CHUMMETTES

   In order of closeness

GIRLS:                                                       GUYS:

1.) Paige                                                                                         1.) Spencer

2.) Aimee                                                                                         2.) James? Ish.

3.) Maddi & Mariah                                                                  3.) Mike. Well, not really he gets 

4.)Alisa, my sis                                                                                  the whole epilepsy thing.

5.) Hmm... That's it.                                             

WELL, I'm kind of bored of lists and want to make a collection of trolls on photoshop and download stuff from youtube. So, 

s'laters!

Doing junk.... Hahaha not.

So, I started this, about thirty minutes ago. And, it's been open for thirty minutes just blank. No writing so, now there's writing. Because, there's that little to do. 

And The Spoon Jumped Over The Moon

Today has a weird title, because I'm feeling weird. I don't know why I'm feeling weird. I just.... Am. I have recently gotten waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayinto the old cartoon Animaniacs. And, I love to quote it and be funny and go hahahaha look at my funniness.

Animaniacs has the perfect balance of violence, educational quality, and really subtle dirty jokes. It's fucking awesome. See? I even swore online on my little blog because it's so awesome. And, I don't necessarily need to swear, but the word seemed to fit at the time. SO LOOK IT UP PEOPLE. IT'S GOOD! YEAH!

"Good night everybody!"

Calling Captain Smartass, and her worst decisions.

I am not always the nicest person. I can get pretty mean when someone is frustrating me and I've just had enough of it, and eventually, yes, I will become the trigger happy Queen Bitch. That, happened last night. At first I was just trying to convey my point of view, and got a little frustrated because Ann wasn't listening to me. She's decided to drop out of high school and get a GED instead. Sure, yeah whatever good for you, but really, that's only impressive when you get it when you're sixteen or something around that age. At eighteen... Not so much. Basically I tried proving my point and pulled the f-bomb a couple of times, and in the end, pulled a reference to Animaniacs. This is what I said at the end, (pretty much at least) "Pray tell Ann, what is your plan? .... While we sit and watch our brain cells die one-by-one. We're dying to know." 


Witness the return of Captain Smartass. With a side of bitchyness. 
That was not my best line. Or really, best decision. I do feel bad about the last bit I wrote, but really, I could have said much worse. But, I didn't and I'm really glad that I didn't. 


However, I did take things way too far, I've been frustrated with things recently, and bothered  by others and I took it out on Ann which was not the smartest, or sanest, idea. After Kecia yelling at me over facebook and rereading my comments, I feel bad. I agree with Kecia. I took things way too far. I don't know everything and it's not my situation. I have my own situation and I guess I should focus more on that.  


I've never been the best at apologizing, mostly because I'm stubborn and don't like budging very much from my morals of what I think is right and wrong. And, if I were better at apologizing I would apologize in person, BUT Ann isn't on the Island anymore so I can't. I guess I can email her instead, and post this on her wall which is a really chickenshit way of apologizing. But, it's what I've got, and all I can do really. 


Here's off to apologizing and not being so... Er, me. Which, is going to be hard to do. Wish me luck. 

Ridiculous Languages. And just people in general.

Ridiculous languages. German. Japanese. And, uhm, languages other than English. 


   See, the Germans say spangleferkel and knutschen and ja ja ja. The Japanese say hai! horahrareeechinzu! Or. . . Well, I don't know what they say. I just know that it's weird. And, er, stupid. 


Ridiculous people. People I know: Ann. People I don't know: Shewhomustnotbenamed. OKAY I do know shewhomustnotbenamed. But, I just pretend not to so I can just ignore her. NUFF SAID.


Ann. Ann stropped out of her house after she, and her parents got into a fight not so long ago. Alis and I figure she's going to come running home. She's eighteen. Okay yeah so what? She hasn't finished high school. So, uhm, she can't get a job really. My mom knows the head kitchenytypeguy at Merrill Gardens so I have a higher chance of being hired and making cashola. She's staying with Kecia and them and I highly doubt they are going to let her stay because, well, if she can't get a job she can't help for rent and groceries. Would you let someone stay with you if they wouldn't be able to pitch in and pay for junk? I would'nt. 


Shewhomustnotbenamed. Ugh. Nuff said.

School is officially a waste of my time.

I tried, I honestly tried when I retook the Algebra End of Course exam. See, I failed freshman year when I first took it. The passing score is 400. I got 364. In January I retook it, and felt I did really well, I got my results today.....


I failed. Again. What. The. Hell. I did better sure, I got 388. But, now I have to take it again. And again and again until I pass it. Unless I pass the Geometry End of Course exam. This is bullshit. This is... This is.. This is Nazi Germany!* Now, I am really sick and tired of being sick and tired of school. Honestly, I find it a waste of my time. I never seem to be able to do particularly well in my classes, except for ones that I particularly enjoy(world history, photojournalism, etc). 


The thing that has been biting my ass in school and ruining things for me is the end of course exams. I don't know how well I did on the HSPE (the WASL under a new name) but, I hope I did better than on my retake of the Algebra EOC. This is just pointless. I sit in a class that I don't even need for what I'm going to do with my5 life. I'm going to be a florist not a rocket scientist. Which is why I'm taking personal and global finance next year. Screw Algebra, I'm going to learn how to keep track of my finances and do my taxes properly. One of my friend's sisters has her dad doing her taxes and she's twenty-four. I don't want my Mom having to do that it's not very fair. And, really, taxes shouldn't be that hard. 


School is officially a waste of my time. And really? I don't care what you think. Because you can just
Shut up I'm talking.