Millions of Peaches, Peaches for Me

The title is a song lyric, don't know the name of the song but I'll assume the word "peaches" is in it.
So, I've been going on a cleaning spree- it's like I need to get rid of stuff I don't need/use. Maybe I need to "shed" and feel less suffocated..or it's hormones telling me "Hello female, make a nest". Either way I have no idea what but I obey and hopefully -before I give up- I will have a de-cluttered room. =]
Suessical the Musical is pretty freaking sweet, I get to sing Tenor even though I'm a Soprano. It feels so weird but it's only been two days so I have forever to adjust. Plus, we have a professional dancer for our choreographer which makes the dance moves graceful which makes me feel like a dinosaur in dance shoes because I am so awkward but it's fun..we have a Shirley Temple type move that's like hop-cross-feet-hop-plié-shrug-blink.
Tomorrow is Canada day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY because technically it's today. Huh. As it is 1:24am. Go wear red.

Guns Don't Kill People, Babies With Guns Kill People

Ok, so I'm passionate about guns?
Well, what I dislike is the stigma about 'em: You're a hick, You're a criminal, You're mentally unstable with frightening interests.
I realized that people are brainwashed by political bullshit that others may find too "out-there" to even acknowledge as entertainment. I mean, banning guns will cost 1 000 000 000 dollars, raise our crime and have our import business booming (if you know what I mean) but political parties have convinced people who are otherwise "uncorrupted" that they're little action plans will be effective and better yet, useful. Bottom line: don't fucking argue with me about this. All people who think guns are of the devil are usually brainwashed by politics, biased news reports and in no way experience OR LOOKING AT HISTORY. Hell, drunk driving kills more people nowadays then the dreaded hand-held W.M.D.
People are concerned about massacres; the one-in-a-million who shoots the people at his school as opposed to the ten that stab their peers.
No, I'm not encouraging people to go buy guns; stay educated, get one if you have real reason for one but don't tell me I don't know shit.
There are those who fight for the left and right wings, for rights, for anything, for nothing.
I like to think I fight for logic.

STOP COMPLAINING

So, everyone sees the occasional complainer on facebook, trying to get their beliefs out through their statuses and the Notes Application. Krysta has aided me in helping me see that perhaps one of them is secretly gay...well uh, I think I can safely say I am the most "gay" out of our circle of friends and should like these people to stop complaining. "They're so nice performing at the Gay Pride Festival!" <- Yeah, and so are the other million there. If I am gay, at least I've accepted that people will either act poorly or helpfully with or without my rants. Accept it, move on.

Me: I think I'm pretty straight.
Nicole: That's not what it sounded like when I asked you that question at your house...

See?!? Proof.
Although, I still only admit to being straight...x]

I'm An Idiot.

So maybe I shouldn't have gotten emotional with that drunk guy. And I know I'm more insecure than I (try to) let off and I make assumptions. So I can be somewhat of an idiot. I PROMISE! This will be no more! =P I'm gonna go with the flow from now on- but of course actually do stuff; not go leaf like and helpless. I shall follow the rules that Krysta sang about in order to make a group of certain people very angry at us...HAKUNA MATATA! I want summer to be over...it is too hot...every morning my room turns into an oven as the sun shines directly in and bounces off all the mirrors I like to have around. Also, summer means days of air-conditioned nothingness: where you're actually a little too cool and have nothing to do but sit clicking the refresh page on facebook. Well I am hungry, so I shall make something to eat. (I realized why I have been coming increasingly unhappy with my body fat- TOASTERS STRUDELS- Damn them, 500 frikkin' calories? Well I'll eat my last ones today seeing as there are only two left...) Ciao for now.

Nice To Know You, Goodbye

People are like drugs; as soon as they leave you get withdrawal symptoms.
Honestly, I have no idea what I'll do to survive the summer.
Huh.

I'm Craving

For a lot of things. Ever since about a week ago, if I think of something I want it. That led to Jenna and my binging on pizza, rice and chicken nuggets (I didn't feel the urge to participate in Jenna's mauling the muffin). Perhaps this is my obesity coming out of the closet? I just want some pizza..WHERE THE FUCK CAN I GET SOME PIZZA? Oh well....

The Cow

So, I got off the phone with Aidan who said he'd call me back, when I asked him if this was the truth he admitted that my phone number isn't programmed or written anywhere and he'll wait for me to get on MSN anyway. Well that's just the way he is- I'm fine with that of course; the testosterone is hard to handle, I hear.
So I waved a bittersweet goodbye to the gang. I don't want to have a summer of not knowing what to do with myself but I am happy that I have defeated the education system again (not really, the new school board goal is to push people through until university and let the profs deal with the stupid students) but I passed and I am not gonna sit in that bus filled with morons for a while. However, I think I might just miss that place...the hanging out with nothing really to do, eating pizza with Jenna, having friends always available. I feel like it was only a few days ago that I "woke up" like I haven't been paying much attention until recently- which is true. Oh well.
Well now it is summer, a long time of free time. Not really of course, I maybe have three weeks of this "free time" but it beats uniforms. I really don't have much to write about which means I'm gonna go watch the telly.

Geo?

Well I'm in a shitload of whatever-you-want-to-call-it for geography seeing as I forgot my book. Y'know what? I give up; I'll be dead and at least half-rotted by the time what they teach us in geo morphs into something useful. The best I can come up with to do with my geographical knowledge is use the hardcover book as a murder weapon.

Oops.

Turns out that rehearsals were YESTERDAY as in not TODAY which messes up the "On Sundays" rule and makes me a delinquent. Gosh, I hate being not particularly good. On the plus side, I now have time to make a cake while my faja is out with my uncle.

Mit Auch und Krach!

If anyone can figure out what the title means, I'll give you major props.
So it's Fathers' Day and I've done nothing...Hell, I haven't made a cake which everyone likes on days of celebration.
But here I am sitting in my NEW non-smelly chair and listening to the "History of Rock" on the radio. Real productive...
Well I should probably be eating or getting dressed or studying...
Didja know that today I have rehearsals? On a national holiday...tsk tsk.
I really have nothing to write about so I'll tell you what the title means: By the skin of one's teeth! Well that's what the English equivalent is, not the literal translation.
Hmm, I'll return- eventually.

I Need a Kite...And a Tree.

For you Russian verb-conjugation specialists...you have read my blog...
Well, the TENTH hour of geography C.P.T. starts Monday...yay.
But it should excite you to know that our English and math courses are officially over. I don't think I totally grasp that and when I do I will realize that the next batch of teachers seem rather dubious and whatnot..hm. Well, that's where I get the need for a kite and tree.
Also, I am positive that something is somewhat dead or decomposing in my locker. Maybe nothing can be somewhat dead- as well as being somewhat pregnant- but you know what I mean. My suspicions: month-old spaghetti...the problem is that I don't want to deal with it but once I figure out what it is, I'll be obliged to act upon its presence...which is why I'll just not look, not see and pretend that there is nothing lurking a good four feet above my student possessions.
Now that Krysta is gay, I should like to formally invite her on my concert tour... "KRYSTA, NOW THAT YOU'RE GAY WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN ME IN MY VEGAN GIRL-ON-GIRL ORGANIC CONCERT TOUR?" To make note: I have nothing against homosexuality. I think myself a liberal person and think all love is love. Extremists, please don't hate me.
From now on, the next two school days will be spent in hiding... from those girls I had the misfortune to encounter in the girls' bathroom. So maybe I almost ran one of them over and stopped right in front of "Jenna" thinking I'd talk to her and it turned out it was one of those seniors. Those short people piss me off to an extent- but they're harmless, content with a life of taking pictures in a public bathroom. But now I'm a FREAK -tell me something I didn't know- and will hide from those short people to avoid awkward sequels to the first in the saga of Bathroom Bloopers. Oh, has anyone noticed that they're short? Like freakishly short...like oh, they mustn't even have to get on their knees short? I'm just rambling seeing as I have nothing to talk about...But do you CATCH MY DRIFT? =]
I'm sorry, Phillip, I will not compete with the length of your latest blog post but I hope this is satisfactory.



Oh and I thought I'd include a picture of my first movie attempt...I Kissed A Dog. =P Why? You may ask? Because...it looks like I'm a successful blogger if I have .

Huh.

Well, I've been listening to Wasteland (the song) since ever, forever. I do not have the attention to do studying. What will I do, you may ask? This, of course. No one I want to read my blog for specific reasons reads my blog, so I'll write happy stuff. This is for you Krysta and Phillip who are my fan base. =P
Well Mayhew is ... scolding me? I dunno what he's doing exactly but he's calling it "stepping up to bat". It makes him happy so whatever. -_-
My dad is trying to send me on a guilt trip because I think I'm coming down with something, probably PMSing just to add that to the pile and am sleep deprived. He labels this "moping" and tells me that Mother and Grandfather have things tough, do I realize that? No shit, I realize that...
Happy things? Uh, I enjoyed being in Yo'Neil's VAN and have an invitation to come back...the options...XD
I have the English exam tomorrow- don't we all? Well that sucks and I have nothing to say about that that is funny and/or witty.
Blah blah blah blah.
WHY CAN'T THINGS JUST BE HAPPY AND FUNNY?
GOD, FUCK OUR HIGH SCHOOL LIVES.
(I'M PROBABLY GONNA BE DAMNED FOR THAT ONE)
Unlike my blasphemous jokes...
Jesus: Father, why have you forsaken me?
God: Don't worry, Son. I'm still here; just watching..

Jesus: Father, why have you forsaken me?
God: Oh, I am sooo sorry. I was just a little preoccupied with martyring some people.

Sarah, signing out.

Grr.

Maybe I have a teeny bit of anger management problems...
Mamoo who is always trying to be cool put a bottle under the seat when he was done with it. Whenever he litters like that I tell him he dropped something and he picks it up because otherwise our bus driver has to pick it up who should be retired but has to pay for his wife's medical care. He picked it up and all was well then he does the *waving fist* movement when he turns around so I get a little unnecessarily pissed of and tell him that I can *waving fist* much harder than he can so I'd suggest he stops dreaming. He then begins laughing saying I'm funny. I don't usually get mad at that, ignore it whatever, save it for a battle of the wits. I had a different response.

"DID YOU HEAR ME MAKE A JOKE, MATTHEW? NOTHING IS FUNNY SO FUCK OFF!"

I actually used my caps lock voice.

Well, I acted calm with him afterwards but I'm starting to think...do I have anger issues? I'm usually a pacifist but I find myself more and more often dreaming about hurting people. Let's just blame this on girl horomones.

On the plus side my music exam went well...except assllamaundblood beat me. I don't understand where Phillip gets the "blood" from but what is, is. Hopefully Phil will put our Otep recording up to add excitement to the blog-readers' lives.

ARGH.

So, I'm on the bus, almost at home and we're just about to turn around an intersection when this car comes zooming by not stopping for the bus and we are forced to well, quite forcibly stop. This situation is where you can distinguish the smart people from the true Hickvillians aka Borderline Retards. So someone, who is anonymous, says, "Slow down, dumbass. Fuck!" He obviously didn't realize that the bad driver was not our bus driver who I feel sorry for for he has to put up with retards like my neighbors. I tried pointing this out, tell him to be greateful for if it were him driving we'd all be dead. He tells me that if it weren't a little different that the guy in the tiny attempt-at-pimped-out car would be dead. He thinks that would be no fun but hey, someone's gotta keep the natural selection thing going on. So then Mamoo tells Anonymous to not argue with me to "Let her win for once". Actually, I've never lost against Mamoo or Anonymous. I mean, the last time I got in an argument with Mamoo, I tricked him into picking up his own garbage, and his comeback was "You have red hair". They are truly stupid people who need to die. Any minute now they'll get drunk and go snow-mobiling on a whim and get wrapped around a pole or small tree. Good ridden. This makes me angry, like imagining-shooting-people-and-cutting-them-into-tiny-pieces angry.
On the plus side, our french skit was superb. and I am glad it is over. Mr. P accused me of scowling...maybe I did but I didn't try to burn the test with my eye beams.

Teenage pregnancy is no joke, but it is pretty funny.

My Family Is Dysfunctional.

So, my 82 year old grandfather who recently got a Porsche has been driving recklessly and street racing when the young guy next to him at the intersection looks at him funny. Well, he has gotten into a car accident and is in ICU. My mother who has had to do it before, might be going to pull the plug. Drats.
Anywho, I performed at the coffeehouse as planned and narrowly avoided knocking over the microphone stand with my guitar.

Nuts and crackers.

ALMOST FORGOT

It saddens me; Elliot Moose is dead. The fact that his freedom or dare I say, looseness hasn't been advertised recently leads me to believe that whilst wandering through a forest with his purple monkey friend, he was caught in a bear trap. Let's make the best of it... Moose steak.

Cleaning Out the Cobwebs

Sorry I haven't written since... November! *horrified expression* But, seeing as I find myself sitting around with nothing to do I decided to pick up this ole habit. (Also thanks to Phil, my rival and partner all at once in our world campaign)
I believe it was over a year ago that I last wrote about my six-speed stainless steel blender. Well it is crap and its ice crushing capabilities are well into the >100 decibel range. -_-
I have a coffeehouse tonight, which is of course fine by me seeing as I get to eat Asian food beforehand. Hehehe...
Seeing as George Bush gave 'em Republicans a bad rep I've decided to represent them on the global scale. (Say hello to your future WORLD dictator- I guess I don't really need a political party or campaign for that but y'know, all for decorum) I'm not sure what rules the Elephants have but neither did George so I'm not too far behind. Phil is going to be the New Democrat and will be represented by a donkey, as is custom.
DON'T VOTE FOR THE ASS!
Which I suppose, doesn't matter, either way, we're taking over the world and your vote doesn't count. It's just good to know that people aren't going to have to be exiled for un-co-operation in support to the outskirts of Russia where they'll have to fend off lost and confused Siberian tigers.
CIAO