California English

It's been ridiculously warm the past couple of days and by warm I mean 60 degrees. I'm looking at you, Global Warming. If I don't see some big fat white snowflakes grace my front lawn within the next couple of weeks, I'm packing my bags and moving to Canada. As it is 2012... I thought I'd share with you my New Years Resolutions.
1. Stick to commitments
2. Learn effective small talk
3. Get into college
4. Stop buying clothes I don't need
5. Become better at maintaining friendships
6. Get my license
7. Spend less time on the internet (threw this one in just for laughs)
8. Read more books
9. Improve self confidence
10. Do well on the SAT's

I tried to make them as achievable and realistic as possible which is why you'll notice that "EXERCISE!!", "EAT HEALTHY!!", and "BECOME A NICER PERSON!!" aren't on the list.

I'm a terrible person. Correction, I am a terrible *klutz of a person. I dropped my beautiful iPhone and now it has a huge crack in the screen. It was like a dramatic scene from a movie. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my phone slowly falling off the counter. I slid on the floor in a heroic attempt to save it, but it was too late. I suppose I'll have to go to the Apple store and have them replace the screen because I don't have it insured. I foolishly remember thinking "Insurance? BAH. I'll take such good care of my phone, I won't need that. Insurance is for clumsy a-holes who can't take proper care of a phone. I'M ABOVE THOSE PEOPLE." You know what they say about karma...

I made another playlist, which this time am quite proud of. It sounds best if you put the songs in that particular order. Whenever I hear these songs I feel motivated... to get up and actually do something (which is pretty uncharacteristic). I compiled my most bop-worthy and upbeat songs in my library so hopefully they'll have a similar effect on you. Happy bopping.

H U M M I N G B I R D

Summer Wars

I'll give you some time to catch your breath. You must have fallen off your chair when you saw that I uploaded yet another blog post. We're nearing the end of August and all I have to show for it is seven measly blog entries. I know when I first started this blog I had promised three posts a week... and we can all see how well that turned out. Role playing 101. I'll be the workaholic and neglectful parent, and you can play the role of the attention craving child. My job will require me to go on long and frequent business trips. I'll leave you for weeks on end. It'll leave you wondering if I even care about you at all. When I finally return I'll be sincere and apologetic. I'll shower you with lavish gifts and presents. We'll reminisce and catch up. I'll marvel at how much taller you've grown and remark that you're growing into a fine and mature individual. We'll become inseparable, but one day you'll wake up and I'll be gone. You'll feel disappointed and let down, but in the end you'll know I'll always be back. And that was my childhood summed up in a paragraph. Just kidding. My mother's too overbearing for something like that to ever occur. I'll be the first to admit that I'm just really lazy and unmotivated. I'm running out of topics here! Soon all this blog's going to be is me talking about my life "IN DEPTH" and all my problems.
Day 236; I got a splinter in wood shop and had a lettuce and turkey sandwich.
OH GOD. We really can't have that.

The weekend before school starts the entire east coast goes on "red alert" on hurricane watch. Fantastic. As of late I feel like my home has transformed into a super market. My mother, paranoid as she is had our family run out and purchase enough food and water supply to last us at least a year. To show my appreciation for anyone that reads this blog I can have a trail mix / dried berry giveaway. I'll even throw in a bonus 12 oz water bottle. There are no limits to my generosity. If I cross my fingers perhaps they'll postpone school til Tuesday. Even if that would mean me losing my power... and more importantly my internet connection. Perish the thought. Hopefully my house survives. I don't want a Wizard of Oz reenactment.
Things I will be doing when my power goes out
1. Playing Sims3
2. Finish reading "When You Are Engulfed in Flames"
3. Practicing guitar
4. Finishing Daria (all seasons)
5. Clean my room
6. Watch Requiem for a Dream

Previous questions
1. Where is your swan shirt from? ; H&M
2. What kind of Doc Martens do you have? ; Nappa Black size 4 UK/6 US
3. Do you have hair extensions? ; Yes. Clip in shit ones. Buy them at Sally's beauty for 10 dollars.

ps. my dad finds this skirt highly offensive and inappropriate.
TRUST ME MY ROAD'S CLOSED. CALM DOWN.

Black Swan

And so the countdown begins. Exactly seven days from Monday I will be in school. Exactly seven days from tonight I will be contemplating creative ways I can contract a severe imaginary disease prohibiting me from ever leaving my bedroom. I received my schedule Wednesday. You know what I love? Being the first to show up to a class and then having the pleasure of praying someone you know walks through the door. Wait... I stand corrected *praying someone you "LIKE, and can TOLERATE" walks through the door because there's honestly nothing worse than being stuck in a room full of people you despise (the story of my life).
I'm going to sound like a major asshole, but I've broken it down into the types of people I cannot stand to be in a class with

• That kid who asks numerous times to have the instructions repeated
• That kid who needs an additional five minutes to copy down what's on the board
• That "know-it-all" kid who smugly raises their hand for every question and then does a silent cheer when they get the answer right
• That kid who asks "aren't you going to check our homework" because they're the only kid that completed the assignment
• That kid who doesn't do any work during group projects

Just thinking about this raises my blood pressure. The idea of having to see all the people I so successfully avoided all summer five days a week, makes me reconsider taking an anger management class. Why can't you rage quit life...

On the flip side, I went shopping with my friends yesterday and I now know what I'm wearing on the first day of school. I find that the mornings are a lot less stressful when you plan ahead because the days I blindly choose my outfits also tend to be the most humiliating. Coincidence? I think not. I woke up one morning five minutes prior to the time I was supposed to be leaving the house. In a quick haste I threw on a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. Which in retrospect doesn't sound too bad. It's no fashion statement, but hardly an outfit I would be embarrassed of. I failed to notice that the shorts had a gaping hole in the crotch area. I looked like a homeless prostitute. So the moral of that story kids is if you end up procrastinating your wardrobe choices you'll find yourself questioning why people are offering to buy you lunch or asking you if you're experiencing "any problems at home".

A Love Story… In Milk from Catsnake on Vimeo.

After all that angst I feel like I should make it up to you with this overly cheery and cute video. Kind of...