My Imaginary Superpower...

Do you ever wish for one random superpower for many reasons? I'd be a mind-reader. I'm one of those sometimes-annoyingly-motherly people who always wants to help but NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS before I can do that. So to all of you internalizing boyfriends out there (aka, mine!) just tell me whats stressing you out so much?? I just want to help. Kthxbye.

at its worst the heart is sober....at its worst the hearts is cold

Long time no talk, in a coon's age!

Howdy, Dears an' Darlin's.

Well I do declare! I haven't written in a while, but there hasn't been much to write about, quite honestly, y'all...even though I've been busy as a stump-tailed cow in fly time. Anyways, I was hopin' by now this here page would have made a little progress, but like Momma says, "Don't count your chickens till they hatch!" I'm sitting here wondering what in the world a girl has to do to get a followin' around here. But even a blind dog finds an acorn now and then, y'all, so we'll see. And I know, I know, don't let the tail wag the dog, but I'd like to have some input 'n feedback from all y'all anyway!

Well, y'all got the short end of the stick anyway, havin' to listen to me ramble. But every once in a while I'd like a comment or two, pleasy! I don't mind what you say, go hog wild, since y'all are about as scarce as a hen's teeth! What's that, doll? You don't understand a single word I've said in this here note? Well shut my mouth! Haven't you, dollies? My word! Well I do declare. Well don't get your feathers all ruffled, this here's the only time I'll speak in country-talk, doves, so you needn't holler like stuck pigs. All I was tryin' was to give y'all a little taste of the south, and might I say that that web site, Google, is a big help when it comes to understandin' people like me---it's as easy as slidin' off a greasy log backward.

Bye, bye, southern belles and farmer-in-the-dells!

Jetsetting, My, My, How Lovely...

Helloooo, my neglected nonexistent readers!
Merry Christmas to you Jesusians, Happy Hannukah to you lovely people of Israel, Happy Kwanzaa to whoever celebrates that (?), or Happy Winter if you're an ATHEIST! ;) Guess what, my multicultural friends? I'm going HOME!!! Well, sort of. I'm going back to Beirut, Lebanon, for Christmas...to see family and just because we love it. I used to live there. And our layover is in PARIS! Funfunfun with the French! Going to the Louvre and the Xmas market on the---let's see if I can spell it---Chans du Lise! It's goin to be cooooool. And my aunt, who knows Paris like the back of her hand (lucky woman!!) is going to show us around. Lovelovelove, I am SO excited! Can you tell? Of course I will be telling all of you lovely yet invisible pals of mine about anything interesting that happens, but for now let me list the disastrous goings-on in my house as we last-minute pack.
A) My 11 year old brother broke his wrist last Wednesday. We get a call, in the car, from his doctor's office, canceling our appointment and pushing it to 10:30. We have to be AT THE AIRPORT 40 MINUTES AWAY at 11:30. My mother exploded, and then an hour or so later we get a call saying someone can see him at eight. QUITE a waste of that bottle of vodka my mother drained. Just kidding ;) she only had one glass. Red wine, she so classy!

B) I was completely finished packing, miracle of miracles. I go to put the CDs my best friend had made me on my computer to transfer the to my iPod, and my KEYBOARD AND MOUSE ARE NOT WORKING. So. AFter spending an hour and a half on the phone and on hold with tech support, who had zip idea how to fix it, I go into total breakdown mode. Crying, hyperventilating, downing that aforementioned vodka bottle. Just kidding. Yuck. But I did freak out. And then I called the source of the CDs, who reminded me why I love her in the first place---she immediately said "YES!! Now I get to add to that CD, AND make you the four more I didn't have time to yesterday!!!" Ahh. This woman saves my life/sanity on a regular basis.

So, the house is peaceful again. Mostly. Not a creature is stirring, not even a m...oh wait, there goes my brother. Haha, did you ever think any house with an eleven year old boy in it could ever be peaceful?

Well. Nothing more to say until we land in PARIS! For now, I have a date with that vodka bottle. Jeez, just kidding! When are you going to stop falling for that? ;)

Alright, I need to stop----I'm playing Bad Joke Friday and it's not even Friday yet!

Peace, Love, And Free Cheese to ALL!

Your babbling blogger...
Moi <3

Mute!

All right...Here is my only outlet at the moment, because I officially have NO VOICE! Can you imagine? And I'm going to have insane amounts of makeup work...but moving on from that. I have fallen in love with the Beatles, especially "Revolution"! And "Come Together" has given me a new term for the lovely attendees of St. Hoes: Holy Rollers. Perfect, yes? Especially when everyone's parents' BMWs have those "I Believe" stickers on the back window.

So as I'm sitting here drinking my body weight in tea and popping unhealthy amounts of Halls,hoping someone out there is actually reading this, I'm also dying to watch the episode of Glee I missed on wednesday. But my computer won't load it, so it stops when kirk says the word "grandmother". And it's not even the end of his sentence! So if anyone knows how to watch it on a non-crappy website or something, kindly explain to me that too.

Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks!

we all wanna change the world.

Post Your Secrets with Me

Welcome to my own version of PostSecret....I can't get enough of that website and I'd love to send domething in....but that would involve and explanation to my mother. So here I am. I'll post my own secret, and then you guys can post, anonymously or under your name, your own secret. Here goes!

When you called me, so excited about leaving, and told me the interviewer said you were amazing....I had to bite my lip to keep from telling you that she had no idea.

I love you, but you might never know it.

Your turn! <3

And you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold...You can fall for pretty strangers, and the promises they hold

Yay!

A super special welcome to my first follower!!! Hi :)Wow...Now that someone's actually reading this, I'm not sure what to write about! Anywho, this is just to say hi and thanks! And whatever you want me to talk about/make fun of, feel free to let me know :) 

Not-So-Spirited Spirit Week

So this week is Homecoming week. The only five ― actually four ― days of the year when we get to dress out of uniform, and what are the days?: 

1)Nerd Day (in uniform, but we can "accessorize with 'nerdy' jewelry or mismatching socks", yes, that is a direct quote)

2)Movie Character Day (which would be perfectly fine if the dress code didn't outlaw any interesting characters....my best friend and I have been reduced to going as the cartoon angel & devil that appear on people shoulders to confuse them when they decide whether or not to do something bad, which mostly qualifies said character as insane)

3)Luau Day (probably THE worst homecoming event in the history of all mindless football traditions---and the dress code outlaws flip flops, grass skirts unless they involve shorts that come to your knee, and shirts with bathing suits painted on them...aside from not going to school at all, what else would you wear to a luau?? The administration has obviously gone off their crazy-meds)

4)Green and Gold Day/Spirit Day (perfectly fine except during the 8 to 11:30am time period in which we are imprisoned in our loved school, all we do is spend ridiculous amount of time in homeroom and watch the boys (and only the boys) play one game of kickball. I do not understand.)

Friday night is the homecoming game against---and please not that I say this in all seriousness---the Deaf and Blind School, who beat us last year 48 to 1. So as to give everyone a chance to recover from the trauma of realizing your school sucks at every sport, even when supported by at least 50 screaming freshmen, juniors with painted faces and all the football players' grandparents, the Homecoming dance has been moved to Saturday night, unlike last year. This year's theme is "A Night at the ___ ________ Academy School Cafetorium With Green Streamers." 

I will of course document every moment of the resulting insanity.

The traffic in my brain's driving me insane, gotta make a getaway...

<3