And now for something completely different...

http://herewearetherewego.blogspot.com/

Here.
It's like this blog, but better.
So read it instead of this.
For, you know, the three people who still read this.

Nyom. [I just ate you all.]

The sky is blue today.
What the helvetica am I doing on the computer?
G'bye, I'm going to go run around with some goats.

Brrr. Holy Woolen Socks, Batman!

Well, that last lil' post was an a failure, if not epic, at least of rather sizeable proportions. I've been a wicked little lass and not posted in over two months. I suppose, at best, my life is humdrum and there is therefore not much to post. And I don't think anyone even reads this anymore. [siiihihihigh.] I suppose there have been a few notable developments in my life as of December eleventh. Mostly they involve me writing songs and coloring with crayons. Crayons, I tell you. Thay are quite possibly the medium of the gods. Wonderful, waxy sticks of color. Also, silly teenaged waffle-head that I am, I am no longer "attached" to Mr. Massachusetts. This is alright, though, because he and I are still wonderful, loving, long-distance buddies. And, silly teenaged waffle-head that I am, I have another person to attach myself to. He does not live in Massachusetts. This is good. Not, of course, that I feel the need to constantly be attached to someone. No, quite the contary, I enjoy floating around, unharnessed, just as much as the next free spirit. This just happens to be the path Mr. Kismet threw me onto. It happens to be a very nice path, quite sunshiny and butterfly-filled, so I shan't complain. In other news, I have not had a full week of schooling in quite some time now. I'm thinking of sending the Winter a thank-you note. My song/poem writing has had a loverly kickstart, thanks to the wonderful musical talents of my dear friend/person-to-be-attached-to, Colin. You all who still read this [anyone? anyone out there? Hellooo? *echo! echo!*] ought to remember my poem from a while back that started out "outside is grey and I am orange, a starfish in the sea...". Below is the link, or possibly the video [provided my computer decides to cooperate], of the fresh-off-the-mill song version of it, as performed by Mr. Colin himself. I fear I can't take credit for the music part of it. That was all him. Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3V7ibQd7HE

Oh, computer.
On an unrelated note: the lead singer for Music Go Music is delightfully, endearingly awkward. I want to be like her.

YOUR MISSION:

For you Mystery Googlers out there who recieved my summons, your mission is as follows: Buy a sheet of stickers, preferably glow in teh dark. Hand them out to people at your local subway station, train station, park, whatever, along with a reminder to care for the earth and feed the dinosaurs. Then post the most interesting reaction you get from any one of these people on mylifeisaverage.com, as well as on a comment to this page. Or email me at artismylife118@yahoo.com to tell me about it. If you choose to accept, you will be my new friend and an awesome person. If you do not, then you must pass your mission on to another. Best of luck, comrade.

Play-Doh dinosaurs.

'Lo there, comrades.
My life has been a bucket o' busy of late. Firstly, I got a part in my school's fall play, which, while very very very fun, has sucked me dry of any free time. For those of you who have heard of it, the play is called "Rumors", by Neil Simon, and is about 4 couples who go to another couple's dinner party, only to find the hostess MIA, and the host with a bullet hole in his ear-lobe. They try to figure out what happened, and various antics and shenanigans ensue. I play Claire, the boring, gossipy upper-class socialite. Fun stuff, man.
Secondly, I've been recruited into the marching band. I play the gong, crash cymbals, and occasionally the snare drum. It's very fun, except for the fact that I am small and weak and almost incapable of handling large pieces of metal. My hands really hurt, but it's still very fun. Last week was my first competition.
It did not go well.
Not only did I totally blank on the entire first movement, I dropped the gong as I was rolling it to the playing field.
Now, here's a little multiple choice...
If you are rolling a gong down a hill and hit a rut and it begins to tip over, do you...?
a] Hold on to it tightly and calmly try to keep it from falling
b] Yell for someone to help you keep the gong from falling
c] Curse as loudly and explicitly as you can and let the gong fall, resulting in an ear-splitting crash that the whole band can hear

Obviously, the answer in this situation is C...

Fun stuff. Another thing to add to my EPIC FAIL list.

On another note, this morning I heard the following conversation:
Bleach-blond scene boy #1: "You know, you really don't look much like a guy.
BBSB #2: "Really? I always thought I had a great fashion sense..."
BBSB #1: "Well, the more you start to look like a Japanese girl, the less I can pay attention to your fashion sense."

It made me really happy.

Quails, glorious quails

My quails!

From top to bottom: Sufjan, Antoinette, Maude, and Flip [with Antoinette stealing a spot in the background.]

I just love how each of them has their own personality. Sufjan is the born leader, he always is pushing the others around and sleeps in the middle of the little nest they've consructed. Antoinette like to jump on things, and is the most trusting. Maude is the most easily scared, and likes to sit in their little house thing. She also likes to sit in the feed dish, much to the chagrin of the others. She flies the most. Flip is kind of passive and makes the lowest-pitched sounds of all of them. He really likes carrots, and the others don't.

Go to the buildings that tower above us, go to the stages and hope that they love us.

Here's a song I just unearthed from my archives, thought I'd share it.

"An Hour Left on the Highway"

1-- Give me Italian food and a cardiac stent
A Canadian dime to give our homeless kin
A good pair of shoes and a trenchcoat and sunglasses too
Beat up braincells and money to be spent
Marginally scary but I'm glad we went
Seeing blazing flares and fires to my left and right
And here we are, driving ourselves into the night

Ref-- And here we go across the world
The neon lightbulbs spin and twirl
My head is aching and I've been waiting
For a mocha and a place to focus
Screaming voices and endless choices
Laughter and disaster and inevitable noises
It's all cause we have no time to stay
And there's still an hour left on the highway

2-- Go to the buildings that tower above us
Go to the stage and hope they love us
Walk the gauntlet and look up into a hole
See the Skyway glowing yellow and red
See the steel and fiberglass mess with your head
Give the toll booth girl in the white gloves a five dollar bill
And when the batteries die, hope you have the memories still

Bridge-- And then your lipstick bleeds and the music dies
And your fantasy fades and the babies cry
And you take off your glasses and you finally see
That you have to pay to have reality
And the road gets bumpy and you bite your toungue
And you wait for tomorrow but it never comes
And through all this you hope and pray
That you'll make it through this hour left on the highway.

This came from an excruciatingly tiring car ride with my family as we traveled home from Chicago. I wrote it in the car at around midnight by the light of a Nintendo DS in an old sketchbook to the tune of screming 5 year olds.
Such fun.

How long, how long must we sing this song?

I've become increasingly frustrated with all the complainers in my life. Recently, a "friend" was whining to me about how her parents hate her because of the way she dresses, how she'll subsequently disobey everything her parents tell her to do, how she doesn't believe in God because God doesn't believe in her, and oh! How no one loves her [she's gleaned this assessment from the fact that she can't keep a relationship going for more than a few months]. And recently, on the glorious Facebook, this particular girl posted a note that was a list of things that one could own/have done to see if you were "Ghetto", "Average Teen", "Upper Class", or "Snobbish Rich Kid". Her score of things was a 35, I believe, falling into the "Average Teen" category. When I filled this list out, I got a 19, and was therefore classefied as "Ghetto". Now, I am not poor, nor am I disadvantaged, I just haven't been on cruises or met a celebrity or owned my own computer/TV/Pool.
My main point is, this girl really has no right to complain about her life when she isn't bad off at all in comparison to many others. I doubt HIGHLY that her parents actually hate her for her copious amounts of eyeliner or snakebite peircings, and it wouldn't kill her to change some stuff so her parents didn't "Hate" her. If she was truly concerned that her parents hated her, she would change. It took everything I had to not roll my eyes and laugh in her face when she announced her resolute desicion to rebel against her parents, because that's jsut so typically, disgustingly immature. Her poor, poor parents. Her philosophy of "God doesn't believe in me" just angered me. I'm not terribly religious, but I was raised Catholic and I know my fair share of theology. Who is she to accuse God of not caring about her? Why is she so important that she's the ONLY one who God doesn't love? And how is she to know what God thinks of her? Heck, if she claims to not believe in the existence of God, how can she say God doesn't believe in her? And no one LOVES her? Okay, so you can't keep a boyfriend. That doesn't mean no one LOVES you. Eat some ice cream, watch a romantic comedy, and get over it!
It just bothers me.
People need to be grateful for what they have and stop making such far-fetched cries for ill-deserved attention.
While I realize that this girl may be very maladjusted, that does not excuse her from being obnoxious about it.
Okay. Now I'M bordering on being a complainer, so I'll jsut stop there.
Arrivederci.

Tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

As I said previously, I've re-made this here bloggy blog in an effort to "grow up" a wee bit. Also in an effort to not have a seizure every time I blogged.
Here I am, sitting in English 11 AP, doing basically nothing having finished penning my memoirs. Around me are the sounds of innumerable restless voices. I am twirling in my spinny chair and doodling pictures of stars on the back of the quiz we just got passed back.
For lunch I had cold veggie pizza and an apple that looked like it had been touched up with cheap lipstick.
I think I have the flu.
I am currently eating one of those lifesaver mints that sparks when you bite it really hard. That always worried me a little, because food is not supposed to light up [in my humble opinion.]
I am listening to two girls talking about the upcoming swim season, several boys in the back loudly discussing how awesome some band from 1978 is, and the mechanical hum of the computer.
We got our school pictures back today, and I look surprisingly tolerable, except for some random janked up curl sticking up off my head.
I'm having guilt issues because I bought a plastic bottle of water today.
I still have a bucket load of Music Theory homework to do.
There is little more to report.

-What do you call cheese that isn't yours? -- NACHO cheese!

School's been busy, which is why I've been such a bad girl and not written in a while. What with the intolerably, utterly, ridiculously huge mounds of AP US history notes I've had to take, the lengthy Latin translations, and confusing compositions due for music theory, I've not had a whole lot of free time on my hands.
Also choir has been slowly eating at my soul with its very cliche medlies about world peace. Major thirds can only be used so much in an attempt to harmonize, my dear music arrangers...sheesh.
In other slightly more splendid news, The quails are getting bigger! Antoinette has developed light brown stripey feathers, Maude is turning a very pretty lavender shade of grey, Sufjan is almost black but with blue tints when he's in the right light, and Flip is still very very blue n' ginger. They still are a bit scared of me, but will now eat out of my hand.
Let me see, what else... Oh, on the 14th I will be auditioning for two plays: The first,our old favorite The Sound of Music. I'm planning on auditioning for either Leisl or Frederic, depending on the amount of prepubesent boys that try out. The second is entitled Rumors, and it's about a dinner party. That's all I know about it as of now, but there's a character who's description is nothing more than "A bundle of nerves". Nervous characters are always fun to play..
On a diferent note, all the allegedly depressed scene kids who are infilterating my territory are grinding my last nerve into irked little shreds.
I am cold, I am sleepy, I love nacho cheese, and there is little more to say. I must away, I still have to finish my blasted homework.

Side note: For those of you who actually look at this blog [anyone? anyone out there??] I've changed it, because the whole red n' purple scheme I had going on was giving me a little bit of a seizure every time I saw it. So. Plus I think mayhap I should mature this a little bit, to reflect more of myself and less of my mid-sophomore-year self. For that self was not a very splendid self...

Live on, Death Cab!

Life has alternated between me loving music theory, oatmeal, and poetry, and hating 500 mile differences, AP U.S. History, double flats and sharps, and 500 mile differences again. Music Theory has been the only class I'm both good at and enjoy thus far, though choir is actually tolerable. I've become increasingly depressed about the fact that the guy I love happens to live 500 miles away [he's driving to Massachusetts for school as we speak]. It is rather unfun thinking that I have yet to see him face to face. Meh.
On a much happier note, I got my quails! Sufjan, Flip, Antoinette, and Maude are utterly adorable. The two males [Sufjan and Flip] are both bluish, with ginger underbellies and white faces, and Antionette and Maudie are both a dusty greyish brown/red color. They make adorable little laughing noises and like to hop. So far I've almost gotten Antoinette to not be afraid of me. Huzzah.
I've also written 5 more poems and 3 melodies. I feel deliciously creative. This is quite an accomplishment seeing as I've been spending my week taking notes for US History and doing basically nothing else. I've about 5 front-back pages thus far, and still need to cover the essay questions. But I think it will go well. Here's hoping.

"I wish the world was flat like the old days, and I could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes or speed trains or freeways, there'd be no distance that could hold us back."

Gott helfe dir wenn du die Sonne noch siehst...

Well. School, that fickle, fickle requirement for us young'ns has begun. Right now I'm not too worried about my classes, they shouldn't be too dificult [and, having said that, I am jinxed.]. On Maroon days [we operate on a block schedule; our school colors are maroon and gold] I have Honors Algebra II [Eh. The teacher is good, I've heard, and I've never been too awful at Algebra], Choir [The director is, as per usual, utterly insane], English AP [The class should be easy, the teacher walks like a t-rex, and my ex boyfriend is in it. Peachy.], and U.S. History [Teacher is lovely, all the notes we have to take aren't]. Then for Gold days, Ethnic Studies [Teacher is reputed to be wonderfully mad, but I think I may switch out and take another science class], Music Theory AP [Which I did not fail at, other than not knowing what an alto clef looked like! Plus I have many friends in it], Latin II [Good class. Not so good that I had to switch out of theater to fit it into my schedule. Also not so good that my ex is in this one, too.], and then Honors Chemistry [I've heard the teacher is a total moron, but she seems nice]. So. Not to great, especially having to drop theater, but not awful either.
In other news, I grew out my fingernails and ate some great pesto.

~~~~~~~~ >O ~~~~~~~~~ swim ,fishie, swim!

Good God, Faiz, I haven't written in half an eon, have I? Very very sorry, my loyal followers.
Here we go. Snippets of my existence since last post:
--Beauty and the Beast! AAH! It went very very well, if I do say so myself. I had bunches of fun being everyone's favorite teapot, and so many people came to see it! Not to mention our amazing cast parties, invloving lots of random singing and dancing on top of waterfalls.

-- ZE KAHWAILS! My little quaily babies are growing at an alarming rate. Still as adorable as ever. I decided to name mine Antoinette, Flip, Sufjan, and Maude.

-- Emily's Downtowning with Meeb! My aunt and I took downtown B-town by force last weekend. After getting some rather fantastic coffee, we got art supplies, records, fun pins, and a blond wig, of all things. And I must say, I was never meant to be a blond. Good times, good times.

-- Things I love right now: Jane Eyre, Sufjan Stevens, comic books, safety pins, red lipstick, Abraham Plato, quailies, saying "HUZZAH!" and pesto.

Tale as old as dirt, Belle is such a flirt...

Okeee Dokee, loyal followers. Random bits of my life:
* I have grown to adore three things as of late: The Who's "Tommy", which is even more remarkable than the last time I listened to it [in 9th grade], grilled summer squash, and walking everywhere.
* I've hit the oh-so special 2-week mark in my long-distance relationship thing. How magical :/
*Beauty and the Beast rehearsals have been crazy. My left arm is getting super buff from having to hold it in a teapot-spout position for an extended period of time, I've had to carry the entire soprano one part by myself since I'm the only person [besides the girl who plays Belle] who can sing anything above a high "G". Bleh. We've had a bunch of fun being whacked out enchanted objects. Beatwaffle!
* MY QUAILS HATCHED! I'm now the proud mommy of 12 baby button quail, along with my friends other Emily and Betsy, and MAN, are they adorable. The quails, not my friends...though, they're pretty cute too ;]
* I'm growing out my chronically-bitten fingernails!
* Our TV now picks up another channel, so now I can watch M*A*S*H* reruns!

I'd say that's about it... Oh, and I've written some more poems. I might post them later.

Silly me! Silly, silly, happy, stupid, ridiculous me!

Hey!
Guess what!
Guess WHAT?!
Ahem.
Emily has a booooyfriend!
Emily has a boooooooyfriend!
Who lives in North Caroliiiiina!
Which is really far from Indiaaaaaana!
But is still Emily's boooooyfriend!
Whoo.
Okay.
Now that I have THAT out of my system, let's review here, shall we? so right now I'm in Philly with mi padre y mi hermanos [thus ends my Spanish vocabulary] and I'm having much fun with the cable tv and high-speed hotel wi-fi. To explain the little jingle up there, I seem to find myself in a long-distance relationship with a guy I met over [you guessed it] Facebook! Whoohoo!
Before you get the wrong impression here, He's friends with one of my good freinds who used to live in North Carolina, and we've been electronically conversing for about 3 months-ish now [truly, it is the 21st century], so I'm fairly confident he's not actually the proverbial 50-year-old pedophile man who wants to assault pretty little girls like me via online chat rooms and all that dangerous stuff.
Fairly confident. One can't be too sure, mmm?
So oui. Emily over here is pretty happy about all this. Oh, and his name is Abraham. How cool is that? I thought they stopped naming kids that right around the invention of the TV or electric egg beater or Flapper dress or something. Which, don't get me wrong, is fantastic. Emily loves the vintageish. Plus he writes pretty stuff.
Moving on from Emiloo's boy drama and stuff.
Let me see...what else is there to talk about. Oh! Art museum! Yay!
Henwin and Samwise [my magic pig and hobbit] and I went to this superly amazazing art museum today. I saw my faaaaavorite Picasso and Monet paintings eeeever [all in the same place! What are the odds??] which brought me great joy, and...
Oh. Emiloo has to go.
People waiting in line to use computers.
But I promise I will return, my dahlings.
Arrivederci!

Bulgarians are pretty cool. So are these things:

Life in nutshell:
Vacation to Lake Michigan=Awesome.
Sunburn= Not so much.
Attractive males in vicinity=Nil.
Tom Hanks=Amazing.
Peeling skin=Not very amazing.
Jesus Camp=Fun, mostly.
Meeting new people from far off places such as Arkansas and Missouri at Jesus Camp=Wonderful.
Church 3 times a day=Sore knees.
One bread, One cup, TWO tents.
Seminarians and Monks=Very funny people.
John= No match for the Blue Trolls.
Gracey Goodness!
Chocolate Syrup!
Bruce Almighty!
Beauty and the Beast=Something to be very excited for!
Singing=Power

And there we are!

Mahoooooootwoootfruuuuiiiit....

I'm baaaaaack from vacaaaaation! Here are the things that I learned while visiting the lovely Lake Michigan.
-No matter how much you Febreeze the couches in the rented beach house, they will obstinately continue to smell like mouse urine.
- It's darned cold up there.
-Falling asleep in the sun for 3 hours without waterproof sunscreen can result in a wicked all-over burn. Owwie.
- Cable television is glorious! Watching Nick at Nite until 2 in the morning...an Ace of Cakes marathon... Lifetime movies...the joy, the joy!
- Michigan City has an astounding lack of teenage boys. Go figure.
-It's called "The Windy City" for a reason. Don't wear short skirts while touring Chicago unless you want to pull a Marilyn-Monroe-holding-dress-down pose every few seconds...
-"Screwdriver Sandpiper" will be found hiding underneath the scarf on your bed.
- Sitting on the railing of your room's own personal balcony is a great way to spur sketch inspiration.
- While Chicago is marginally scary, it has some great record shops.
- Getting a mocha in Chicago is surprisingly darned hard to do. Jeez...
- Pardon my sacrilege, but Sufjan Stevens is the Lord Almighty.

Jeez. I haven't been on the computer in a week, and yet I'm getting the whole "Get offline go outside Nyah" thing...and I'll be outside for a week, computerless, starting tomorrow....arrrrrgh.

Then, to boot, she tells you she was in the arms of a cousin just back from overseas...

I just got my DVD from our musical, and I'm dismayed you can't see anything in the nightclub scene...namely my red dress. Ah well...
In other less egotistical news, yesterday was awesome. Basically it was just a bunch of crazy mostly St. Charles people playing volley ball and sitting in the hot tub and yelling at Matt to let us make a slip-n-slide. Oh, and we watched 88. Surprisingly, no one enjoyed my running commentary on how stupid the protagonist was for not noticing the scary-looking guy in the leather jacket sitting at the bar broodingly and how the pretty lady hanging upside-down from the ceiling dripping blood and crying for help should have technically been dead 12 minutes ago and how annoying that cell phone's ring tone is and how that fire looked really dang fake and shouldn't they have said that line differently?
Everyone's a critic...
But it was fun nonetheless. And I love rich person houses.
And now my mum is yelling at me to turn off the computer and get my booty into bed, so that I shall do.
Arrivederci.

Aspertame is yucks.

My sentence at the local detention center for juvenile delinquents [aka Bloomington High School North...because apparently all high schoolers are a crime waiting to happen...] is quite nearly up! Tomorrow is the last day of school! Whahoot!
I'm, in short, so relieved. I've made it through sophomore year without dissolving into a puddle of conformity/drugs or spontaneously imploding! Quite a feat, in my opinion.
On another note, my caar is ruuunniiiing! My dad drove it down our street and back without a hitch. This makes me very very happy. Now I have means to run far, far away should I ever need to. Heheheh. Once I get it mural-ified, of course.
To celebrate tomorrow's freedom, the posse and I are going to have a slip-n-slide party. Now, the last time I did that I nearly got a concussion, not to mention several plastic burns and scrapes, but the fact remains that it's so much fun. I mean, the things you can do with huge sheets of plastic and PAM cooking spray....
Anyhoos.
So yeh, bottom line, I'm glad to have attained some freedom. First stop: Lake Michigan beach house, where I have my own attic room. Next: St. Meinrad, youth group retreat with Kathryn. Third: Philly with dad, Henwin, and Samuel. We'll try not to get murdered. Then, BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MUSICAL PROGRAM REHEARSALS FWAAAH! X]
And then?
Sleep.
Lots and lots of sleep.

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Okay. My life in a nice neat little pile since the last time I posted. Feel free to insert fantastical adventures involving sky diving and Italian men:

-Babysat for the adorable little blond kids on Friday and made and easy 35 bucks. Really, it's hardly a job, since the kids just sit and look practically eatable. Haha.

-Bought a god awful, ugly as hecks 80s dress from a local indie store for a dollar, converted it into a skirt, and pranced at my own craftiness.

-Realized that, even though he is a popular singer and has been played on B97 [local crap music radio station], Jason Mraz is pretty dang awesome. Huh.

- Watched School of Rock, and maaaan, is that Jack Black silly..... Oh, would I that I attended such a school...sigh.

- Watched The Incredibles for the 4 millionth time. I want to be Edna when I grow up...

- Spent 3 hours downtown with my homeimpala (as opposed to homedog) Korinne, looking for examples of Roman architecture for Latin. We spent at least an hour traipsing all over downtown and campus looking for "Ionic Columns", in the rain. It got to be so frustrating that Korinne started eating leaves. We finally found them, but by that time we were soaked to the bone and thouroughly frustrated. Oh, and once I got home I realized something... In the very first, the VERY FIRST picture I took, of "Dentils" on the courthouse...well, guess what kind of columns were also in the picture? GUESS!!! Grumble.

- Ate a coffee cup full of chocolate-covered espresso beans and nearly died of happiness/heart palpitations. Call it what you will.

-FINISHED MY ANNA KARENINA AND KING LEAR PAPERS! AHHH! LIFE HAS MEANING AGAIN!

- Started a World History project in which I live on $7 of food for a week, or a dollar a day. So far today I've eaten generic raisin bran, a schmooshed banana, an non-whole-grain english muffin with "value brand" peanut butter, and half a package of ramen. Oh, and water. Lots of water. I think I may die...

-Was told by a girl who rides my bus that I should try bisexuality, because she has "a lot of friends who would LOVE to date you." Prompty got "I Kissed a Girl" stuck in head. And the scary thing is, this is ALWAYS what my bus is like.

- LAST choir concert of the year tonight! I'm so happy I could weep...

Hopefully that will slake your thirst for my imcomprehendible quirkiness, at least for now. Latin calls...