Monday, April 20, 2009

Odds and Ends

I was reading this blog about theatre, just now. Nearly got me writing about inspiring stuff, about Love, Life, and The Universe As I Know It.

But bleah man. I'm 17, apathetic, and of a short attention span. Uninspired and really, not very interesting at all. Poe is a superficial little bitch and I do not know WHY people bother to read this. Except for the occasional funnies I make. Those I like. The rest is kind of just bullshitbullshitmorebullshit. Yeah. Just Bleah.

But it's nice, y'know, seeing people who feel so strongly for something, the way they love it so completely. Hearing them talk about it and all, gives me a vague, slightly blurred idea of what they feel about it.

We had the food fest on Saturday. We had to bake 450 brownies. Ma and I ended up making just over 100. We were supposed to outsource it, but the dude at the bakery was being a dick about it so we got pissed off that did it at home. We were up till 1 in the am. Jeez. Everyone else in the brownies stall made 450, 500, shit. It was mad. And they all looked so GOOD. I ran around all over eating everything and getting comlpimentary popcorn from the popcorn uncles who took a liking to me, yay. Man, so much FOOD. And all so CHEAP! We went to Rave's after, where we ate MORE food. Of the frozen chicken-y variety. Yum yum. I came home and fell asleep at 7. Didn't wake up till 11 th next morning.
And I skipped school today. I've been poisoned by food, apparently. Bleddy. It HAD to happen, didn't it? Stupid effing food fest. It's either that, or dehydration. Is there anyone here who knows the difference? I was all woozy and puke-y and just about ready to pass out all of yesterday. It was horrible. I hate puking. I mean it's satisfying in one way, because then you get rid of the nauseous feeling that takes its time growing in the pit of your stomach, but then you get all trembly and weak after and you're too scared to eat or drink anything. I hate puking.

Anyway, the only thing I've done since morning is talk to people and take an unhealthy number of quizzes. I'm pathetic, I know. But hey, atleast now I know I should've been born in the '50s. In maybe Britain. Or Boston. And that my aura is yellow- 'childish, and the brightest colour in the spectrum' - among other things. Pooh.

The ABRSM screening test is in a few days. I'm not telling Mother. Because of course, I will DEFINITELY not pass. Whatever. Grades are stupid and overrated anyway. I don't care. And honestly, I am going to be GLAD the day I get to put my rickety ol' clarinet to rest. Classical music is not for me and I am not for classical music. Singing is what I was born to do. Even if I'm not the best at it. I'm not the worst either. Hardly. But it just...feels right. The world clicks into place when I'm singing. The fact that I'm a schmuck of a daughter with a slowly possibly-dimming future, a failed musician, a shitty friend and a mediocre everything else doesn't mean shit when the music plays and my voice fits into it perfectly. It's all so...utopian.

Hm. So I'm thinkin, my emo phase is nowhere near over yet. Sigh.
Fuck me.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Take Me In, And Dry The Rain.

I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.


Someone asked me if I have an entourage in school. In our group of five, we have no "leader" or an "entourage" because a) we're all new here- in this lovely lovely school and b) in our old schools, all of us had our own entourages and were all in the inner circle of said 'entourages'.

In other circumstances, we might've all hated each other. Huh. Funny, that.

Neo said that people get put off by writing that's too obscure. And my writing, I'm noticing, is very very obscure. Except to people who know the daily things that happen to me. Which is not very many.

So I figured I might as well introduce all the characters who've appeared in this space thus far. Seeing as there's not much else I have to talk about anyway.

The aforementioned group of five- Rave, Maida, Beer, Tadha, and me. The other day we were all talking about how we became friends in the first place. The reason? Alcohol. Brings people together, it does. Clearly.

Rave's the newest of all of us. She's also the one I'm least close to. Which isn't really anyone's fault, it's just that we haven't had too many opportunities to talk one-on-one. Also, we don't really have much common ground. Blah, I can't even describe her since I know so little. She's...I dunno. I used to think she was as fake as they come, and superficial and pretentious. But she's not, not really. And she's the kind of person I can just sit in silence with and be comfortable. I like that about her.

Tadha's the only one of us who's not new. She's been here her entire life. She got shoved out of her previous circle of friends for whatever reason. None of us really care why. She's a lot different from what she used to be, though. I think the only reason they stopped liking her is because once she gets comfortable with her group, she lets her guard down a lot- you know how when you don't know the people you're with too well, you tend to stay on your best possible behaviour? That. It's not that she's not likable, it's just that she can get mildly annoying sometimes. And she pushes the limits of what's okay and what's not a little too far. She hasn't really done that with me, though. This is based on what M's told me. Anyhow, besides that, she's also the most motherly. Which I love sometimes, because I'm such a baby. She looks after me when I need it and she doesn't get pissed off with my childishness- unlike most everyone else. 

Beer's my favourite person right now. She and I aren't always on the same page about a lot of things, but we get along very well. She's the one who I tell secrets to when I'm bursting with a need to tell someone- once you get talking to her you realize how easy it is to trust her. I like how even though she's been through a lot of shit with people, she's still so...childlike. In everything. The way she acts, the way she's so fiercely loyal to her friends, the way she loves so completely, the way she laughs. It's just...heartwarmingly nice. I've always wanted to be like that- to not become a jaded cynical idiot after going through something hard. And she gives THE best hugs. I always get a little bit freaked out when she gets irritated with me. I don't want her and I to not be friends, or to have fights or something. The very idea of it is scary. And to think, we used to hate each other in the beginning.

Maida is...Maida. To become friends with her, she has to want to be your friend. Otherwise, you're just going down a cul-de-sac. Honestly. She just doesn't give a rat's fart about most people. Her apathy is a little bit shocking sometimes. In our case, she took a liking to me, for some odd reason. So I got to see works-in-progress, I got to hear about her life outside school, the nitty-gritty about her relationships with various people, etcetera etcetera etcetera. I tired describing her to my aunt once. She said "Y'know, I have a very strong feeling your friend is on drugs." Hahaha, that killed me :P She does act like it though, bloody bipolar idjit. One day she's happy and loud and very talky-talky, the next she's completely a-social and far too absorbed in her sketching to pay attention to people except to say "Fuck off". Not to mention the fact that all her sketches are psychedelic and have lots of swirly colours and random words. She's an older sibling with the younger sibling syndrome. Which is just odd, really.

The Boy, of this post is Kettle. He and I are friends because I wanted to be friends with him. Which meant that I called often, and stopped to talk everytime we passed each other in the corridor, and saved cookies for him (the ultimate gesture. Really.) And he, being the unassuming guy that he is, let the overbearing ninny from the Humanities section who he barely knew, do her thang. So from "who the fuck is this chick, man?" it progressed to "Hey, what's up yo!", and eventually to "HEEEYYYYY MA HOMEGUUURRLL!" And like Rave said, I'm never going to get a guy as nice as he is. Which is true. But let's not get into that. He's the geekiest, most hardworking little idjit I've ever met. Not to mention, the boy's fucking ambitious. It's scary, especially to me, since I have absolutely no goals, and no idea of where I want to be 5 years down the line. Besides that, though, he's a sweetheart. The best friend of fictionpress stories, in a way. And honestly, deserves much better than what he's got- in terms of his friends, and me, and lots of other things. Life is unnecessarily bitch-like, sometimes.

A, of the previous post, is a random friend who for some reason decided I was worth talking to more often than once in a blue moon. He's living the life I want, really. All he does is have fun, doing what he wants to do. Working with RSJ, getting tattoos when he feels like it, smoking up, going for gigs, jamming with bands, all that. It's fun listening to him talk, he always had weird shit happening to him. Though a lot of my friends don't approve of him at all. But eh, it's not like he's a boyfriend or anything. So it doesn't much matter. As long as we're cool with each other, and I get to use his discount when I finally get my tattoo, it's all cool. 

Putput is Angeeda's boy. Clearly. He's such a nice guy, and to even to me, of all people! But then, that's probably because he doesn't want to piss Angeeda off. Which is understandable, really :P He's another nerd, like Kettle. I always call him up and bitch about the crappiness of calculus when I don't get a sum, or when the point of some theorem evades me. Then he patiently listens and tries to explain it to me. Once he even tried to explain the basics of quantum physics. He spent three-quarters of an hour explaining something about a ball and how when it moves forward while it's bouncing it's moving in a zigzag pattern. Jeez, I was literally in tears by the end of that because I just didn't get shit. Yeah, don't tell me I'm a dumbass. I KNOW. Anyhoo, besides that, he's also got similar tastes in music, AND he sings as well, so that's fun too :D And he lets me take his case every so often. So sweet he is only.

Brain is a senior of mine. She's insane. Really. She defines insane. A lot of people are scared of her because she frequently has these fits of talking really really loudly, or in a voice that goes into supersonics. She also makes lots of sexual innuendos. She's quite a pervert. She's almost ALWAYS hyper, and always always makes me piss my pants laughing. She says lots of quote-worthy things, too. She takes to people very quickly and once that happens, she just can't get enough of 'em. It's very flattering, really. She sings, too. And has the coolest house. Ever. And ever since her hooker/pimp party all these boys have been ogling her and drooling over her. It's just chee. She's so kicked by it, it's unbelievable :P 

Goddamn. This is one helluva post.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Give It To Meh, Baby!

I can't even REMEMBER the last time I posted, boo. I'm becoming like Angeeda. Bloody. She hasn't posted since PUTPUT came here. And that was centuries ago, psht.

Anyhoo.

I was a rodeo hooker on Saturday night. I wasn't gonna, but then Brain was all dressed and she looked all whore-y and cool when I showed up and then (this is the part where my voice suddenly takes on this annoying whiny tone) I also wanted to do make-up shake-up and look ashleel and all that. So I improvised. And I'm thinkin' I looked very very ashleel. And I had a shocking pink hat to top it off. 

There should've been more people to see this, man. A room full of women showing lots of leg/boobage. And then these idjit boys sitting around looking bored and drinking beer after beer. Blech. Beer breath is just ew. 

And I was completely sober. Parties are BORING when you're sober, I've noticed. Things are so much nicer when you're high. But methinks it wouldn't have been a good idea to drink. I'm a very weepy drunk. It's bloody annoying, I tell you.

Blech, I'm writing such absolute drivel today. But myeh. I need to write shit for a while.

Tadha did this tarot card thingamajig for me when we went on the trip, and apparently my future is supposed to be a surprising one- in a good way- or some such. Don't clearly remember. Anyhoo. So yeah. And I usually don't believe taroting and sharoting and all that the-cards-shall-tell-you-your-fortune jazz, but then we were all sitting in this circle and everyone else had this reverent look on their faces and all. Felt very solemn and everything. AND it was 2 in the night, so that also added to the mood.

School trips are always interesting. We should go on another one. 'Twill be the last time all of us'd be thrown together for more than 12 hours. 

It's so WEIRD being in 12th grade. We have no seniors- we ARE the "seniors". Yowza. I'm never going to be able to get over that.

Anyhoo. I met A yesterday. I really like the way he hugs. He does this slight tug-and-pull-in thing and it's just nice. Slightly hard, considering he's all buff and blah(the boy is like STONE, man. Jeez.) but still. Makes me feel all...feminine. (Haha, I can already imagine Neo mock-gagging right now :P But AY, I seem to remember a certain boy who went by the name of David. So shut up you.) 

So now I think I know what I'm not looking for. Concerning matters of the heart. Or hormones, whatever. Both. 

It's no good, knowing what you don't want. Using the process of elimination is painful, and tedious. So tedious.

Hoopla, look at all this girlyness. I think I'M going to gag now. So I will shut up. And go read Franny and Zooey. Salinger is a fun boy.