Sunday, April 26, 2009

Fabric Softener, Spaghetti, TicTacs, and Jefferson

Fabric Softener --> my home life. On the weekends, at home, with my mom and brother, all I think about is fabric softener. The entire house is filled with the smell of Bounce, or Downy, or whatever we're currently using. My mom does the laundry, cooks and bakes for the upcoming week, Tony and I work our asses off (advancing the lives of our Sims and killing 1920s robots, of course) and get our spirit back from the past week and for the upcoming one. By the end of the day, the Bounce drifts upstairs, where our fresh laundry has been hauled - our beds, soft and clean, are made, and we collapse into them tasting toothpaste.

Spaghetti --> my social life. The outside-of-school-and-sometimes-at-home life, the one involving more adults than kids (the one that makes me feel 24 instead of 14). Going to Ms. Chesler's, or having tons of people to our place for Spag Night - whatever it is. Spaghetti, the taste of it, the smell of it cooking all day, the red wine that goes with it, they all gear us up for the upcoming night. The fact that we have school tomorrow doesn't even enter our brains for those three hours where we chat, gossip, and make snide comments, all making us (me) feel intelligent  and self-confident. Hellssss, yes, I can hang out with two English teachers and an Algebra teacher and actually have fun. (Normally, this section wouldn't be included, but since I've just gotten home from dinner at Chez Ches, this feels appropiate.)

TicTacs --> my school life. Whether they're TicTacs or Eclipse, the one calorie breath mints say "school" to me. Chomping on them before, during, after, and in between classes, clicking open the lids and passing them around to friends, these mints, though they have nothing to do with the actual school part of school, they feel like the stress school brings - but at the same time, the chillness. Your tounge slides over and around them while you *attempt* to figure out an Algebra problem, and by the time you calculate your final answer, you've gotten to the point where you can chew on the mint without murdering your braces.

Jefferson --> my friends. If you don't know that Jefferson is my camera, scroll down a few posts (to "Yes...but have you NAMED them yet?") Even though we don't take pictures all the time, we always have out cameras at the ready for that moment when something hilarious happens and we just have to catch it on film. Whether prancing around to a Seether song, or gobbling melting ice cream at the speed of light, or huddling around a laptop to watch 300 (an nth time), my camera just says friends. Jeffy even comes to MovieTowne with us, though of course we won't be taking any pictures there. But he's there just in case, like my friends always are, capturing the good moments and deleting the bad ones.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

"Which Major Arcana Tarot Card are You?" Quiz Results


You Scored as III - The Empress 

The Empress is a maternal symbol. She is the mother figure who loves, nurtures and protects. 

She will protect you, she will always be there when you are in trouble. When you fall over and graze your knee, the Empress will kiss it better.

Yet she is not a weak figure. Her compassion is strength. If her children are threatened she will stop at nothing to protect them. If well aspected in a Tarot spread, the Empress can symbolise security, protection and unconditional love. If badly aspected it can represent over-protectiveness, fear of risk taking and refusal to face the real world.


III - The Empress



IV - The Emperor



XVI: The Tower



XIII: Death



0 - The Fool



II - The High Priestess



XIX: The Sun



I - Magician



VI: The Lovers



VIII - Strength



XI: Justice



XV: The Devil



X - Wheel of Fortune




Friday, April 10, 2009

The Bucket List

  1. Go on the X-Perience, With No "E" Because We're So Bad Like That, with Jamie Kelshall.

  2. Get a tan from a tanning bed.

  3. Try one, and only one, cigarette.

  4. Order an Appletini with Jamie.

  5. Take part in a Gay Rights parade.

  6. Ride an elephant, Joanie-style.

  7. Go around the entire world in 60 days, without using airplanes.

  8. Tell Ms. Quamina that I honestly, truly think she should be a PussyCat Doll.

  9. Walk up to a man sitting in a hot tub, and say, "HEY THERE, SAILOR!"

  10. Create a hat.

  11. While pregnant, rub my belly and say, "Tick Tock, Tick Tock" with a snide look on my face.

  12. Similarly, when announcing to people that I'm pregnant, say, "I'm PREGGERS!"

  13. Snowmobile.

  14. Kiss a stranger.

  15. Cliff-dive (into water).

  16. Sit in a circle and sing "Kumbayah". And mean it.

  17. Surf. And wipe out. And giggle. Without letting the board hit me in the head.

  18. Meet and become friends with a  nice, hugely fat Hawaiin man who likes to give hugs.

  19. Get high. Preferably off pot. Come on, everyone has to do it at least once.

  20. Go see a production on Broadway.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

The Top 10 Faux Paus of Internet Communication/What You Never Want To Happen in a Dramatic Internet Conversation

  1. "lol"

  2. Person A: "Listen." Person B: "ok, i'm listening"

  3. "brb"

  4. .. (<-- what happened to dot dot dot? What is this new "Two-Dot" thing, and why is it taking the internet by storm?)

  5. A family member walks in.

  6. The intense need to pee, eat, or sleep.

  7. You realize your MSN name is something INCREDIBLY stupid, i.e. "Robin~the GENIUS hits the road!"

  8. Your phone rings.


  10. Overusage of ??????s and !!!!!!!!!s or ?!?!?!?!?! when not mimicking Biology teachers.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Folks, I have an announcement.

March is gone, and it's never coming back.

It was in Algebra this morning, when I wrote on my paper "1/4/09" and realized that this hellish month is finally behind us. For another glorious 11 months, I will not have to write a "3" in that second column of the date. I can revel in all the 4s, 5s, 6s (yay June) and much, much more, because March is IN THE PAST. Until next year. FINE, MARCH 2009 IS GONE. But maybe March rocks in a place with seasons? I can't remember anymore.

I haven't posted in foorrreverr, so time to do my once-monthly general sum of the last couple weeks. This is what comes from being a slacker.

Well, you know (if you read my posts...I reckon it's RELATIVELY obvious) that this past month reeeeaaallyy kinda sucked. But I refuse to be all "WOE IS ME" and complain about March, because it's OVER. So let's talk about the fuuuture.

Whenever I tell Eoin the number of days until I leave, he groans and asks, "That's how you deal with it?" Rah-ther interesting, I think. I guess it is, you know, how I deal with it. I'm looking forward to leaving, I'll admit it. I'm not dreading it. Okay, I'm dreading saying goodbye to everyone, obviously. But I'm so psyched for all the stuff that's happening at the end of this year. Tony's off to college (*nail chomp nail chomp*), and my madre, my perro, and I are off to Cyanada, where we'll get a new house (new to us. Maybe not brand new) and I'll be at a new school. I don't want to sound like some cliche woman in too much eyeshadow rambling about the faaahbulous things that come of being a Foreign Service kid (the new experienes, the traveling, the CULTURE!) but it is like "turning over a new leaf" (where TF did that come from? How does that expression make ANY SENSE?). Which is why I love the new school year, and the accompanying stationary, even if it's in the same school as last year.

So, I'm psyched for Canada. Wuz dee problem? It's the first time in my FS life that I haven't been totally depressed in the months leading up to the move.

Next topic: this PostSecret project thing for English. We're doing what they do on the website (check my Links section), only giving them into Ms. Ches and sharing them in our classes. Long story short, I have nooo clue what to write about. I can't decide if I want to do one about my parents, or a silly (but true) one, or a slightly serious but not as important one - BLURGH. Whoo knooows.

Spring Break's almost here. Just Thursday and Friday to do, then we're freeee. I keep thinking we have another week, it feels like that glorious beacon of hope has come too quickly. NOT COMPLAINING, I'm just saying.

PS: The Sims obsession has been reborn. Ask Jamie.