this is getting to be a drone. i can't be my complete self without being judged around here. bah. i miss jb terribly. it doesn't help that the place of the day is Chambord Castle, one of his favorites. motherfucker. take away the strains of being loooonely. damn, no classes today but i'd rather i did have theology. it takes up time and usually makes me feel alright about myself. i need some reading, that's what i need. but i should really study for philosophy midterm. oh man, yesterday i felt like an essay dominator! i was so overjoyed to get a B+ on philo, as well as a B+ on short history and A "good effort, well done" on my 7pager in history! wahhoooo! i even called mom to tell her. now if dear jb had been available i'd've told him and he'd've said he was proud of me. oh well.

just returned from a sneakaway. my dream since 15 years of age finally realized! ashley dimmed the lights when she pulled up; i slid out the window. barged my way back in. we were only gone like an hour. pretty badass. my noggin hurts tho so more on that in an hour i assume. ah, why don't i just stay up til my alarm? it's only 40 mins. because. because my head is uncomfortable. motha fuckin badasses.

You know what was nice? Finally waking up around 10, and having 4 facebook notifications. All from JB. Oh, ma vie. I am talking to him now. Splendide :) Not talking-talking, just chatting. He went to  bed at 7:40. Badass for life.

My dear JB is back and online!
It made my stomach a little crazy, no joke. Easily excited, my stomach. My original plan of staying up til 5 was a fail. I made it til 1:30, which wasn't so impressive since by the time we got home from the wedding it was a bit after 12.

K well he signed off to clean my room, so I guess I will do the same. What an encouraging guy :]

The other night there were hummingbirds in my dream, only briefly. It aggravates me that lately I can't remember dreams with lots of detail like it's a movie plot! Grrr. Anyways, here's what dreammoods.com said about hummingbirds: The hummingbird may also be seen as a metaphor for your inability to commit to a relationship. WTF? I am completely committed! This is pretty crazy. Like, read my entries from the last 10 days you will see that I am head-over-heels, you foolish website! :P Yeah, I'm not really that pissed about it cos I know it's false.

Ahahahah how ironic. The answer is my own, which just finished cleaning-wise. Hooray! More on that another day. No time for thinking right now, just existing.

You Are Caramel deLites / Samosas

You are blessed with a brilliant, dynamic mind. It's sometimes hard to figure out what your focus should be. You're the type of person who does almost everything well. You are very competent but also unfocused. You're not an easy person to pin down. You are vibrantly complex. You have many facets to your personality, and they're often in competition with one another.

True enough :P

In theaters, The Hangover. At home, Stepbrothers.

I smell damn aweful, I'm tired to pieces, but completely satisfied. Here's how the good part of the weekend played out:

Last night went to Emily's to go to the Germs concert with Emily & Rachel. My outfit was quite whorish rock--yellow&black plaid short skirt i just bought, clash shirt, Hannah's black chucks, and black tights with self-cut holes. Some sorta bizarre guy asked me what else I listened to, I said the Clash. He asked if I listened to the Queers or GG Allin. I guess i should check em out.  We waited for about an hour for a show to start. The crowd was scarce round 10. The band was not bad or extra-good. THey were suitable I think would be a good description. YOu could tell they were trying, and they were made up of some older musicians. The second band came in dressed all hard-core. It seemed they brought in more of a following.The Krum Bums I do believe. Anyways, the bassist was wearing a Buzzcocks tee which excited me, obviously! I realized for this act that I was a poser and uber-softcore. They freaking singer kept waving his hands in a circle screaming "lets fuck this shit up! let's make it a real punk show RIGHT NOW" So the guys around our age dressed in all black as typical punks would start running around in a circle. This one drunk guy was a miracle as Emily put it. He was barely steady standing alone, let alone when he joined in the manic circle running. I was not a fan of this, and was actually quite pissed when the guy would shout to get the shit going, because I knew it was going to once again force us to push the people back from banging into us. I dreaded the drunk guy who repeatedly fell down; however, i did notice mostly everyone would stop to pick anyone who had fallen up. I didn't realize moshers/bangers were afforded such a courtesy. Excellent! Looking back it wasn't such a bad experience, I quite liked getting push the dudes back in from the sideline. And I guess being pissed is what punk is all about, so it was justified for me to be pissed at the lead singer haha. I just felt like he was trying too hard to be hardcore. The rest of the band was perfectly fine and kickass in my opinion.

Drumroll for the Germs! I guess they finally got on by midnight. Before this, I suppose I looked a bit pouty and aggitated. This would be due to the pit making me realize I was not a live punk. Just a listening punk, I guess. I also felt a bit sick in my stomach, I believe this was nerves and excitement. I mean...the Germs! I'm not obsessed with them, but I know of their legendary glory! We were so fucking close! I could've reached out to touch Shane West's sneakers! I noted that everyone (except maybe the drummer, couldn't tell) had the uniform black Chucks on. Ohhh yeahh so did I--altho they weren't even mine, lameass! I got many great shots, seeing as I was standing front row right in front of the amp, but not so far to the wall that I could see nothing. He climbed on that amp a few times, and I felt it may come tumbling down because it was 2 stacked on each other and did not seem steady. I would totally enjoy catching him, but getting knocked out by an amp, not so much. Once when he was climbing up there, his hand was just over the edge so Emily reached up and stroked it a little. It was a brief bit of awkwardness, but she just felt the need. For her, I think, it was orgasmic. She was jumping along (I was too) with that look on her face. You know. But fajuck. Imma interrupt the dream session in order to be a not-so-lazy-anti-social-ass and attend Xtina's party.

It feels like a dream! Unreeeeeal!

What luck that I chose to check myspace tonight! Trevor posted a bulletin about his live show which is midnight in LA but 3AM here. Oh botha. But I went to the stickam site anyways and he was on! That site's pretty cool, he was talking and people were chatting. Trevor told viewers to call in (there wer 7 or something) and he answered the phone. I could've been speaking directly with Trevor Moore and Josh Faddem! Damn. But I didn't and that's okay. Perhaps next time? Well now he's gone and it's full of webcams of girls that are hard core fans. Bah it's a shame, I always feel so lame. Because everyone knows each other like "omg<333" but they aren't so preppy. I havne't been in the chat in ages...not that I had mucho friends, but it was a good time usually. Now when I go on once a week or so it's only remnants of idiotic spammers that only talk about dicks, ad nauseum.

Show in three hours. I won't make it. Music I'm digging-the Buzzcocks. Poppy punk, some of the melodies are quite nice. And Orgasm Addict? Hell yeah! Also Kiss Me Deadly is sweet by GenX. Containing Mick's current groupmate Tony James. Also with punkier Billy Idol singing. Baha! Speaking of Mick, today I saw a vid interview of him and he spoke of how is collection was going to be available to the public. Evidently, he's a hoarder -- "collecter" as he says--and saved tons of great stuff involving the Clash and other pop culture-y things. It's a real pity I figured out it was only til April in London :( But it says he hopes to one day give it a permanent home somewhere publicly and call it the Rock N Roll Public Library. Very cool, en mi opinion.

Shit son! I know I was born in the wrong decade, but would I rather be a teen for the Clash or Nirvana? Hmm. I'll go with THE CLASH. So a teen in the 70s, maybe born in 66. THis is a much-debated question for me, I kid you not! Nah okay 1961 born, so by the Clash's first release I'd be 16. When they came to to the USA I'd be 18ish. This works out perfectly cos I'd bask in all that Clash glory. Then after they split I'd be a mess because most late 80s music sucks, but I'd be rejuvenated by Nirvana. And I'd be only 6 years older than Kurt ...well it's a bit much, but definitely do-able. I'd get to see the Clash in their prime (what a gift!) and Nirvana too. Too bad this isn't real D:

You Should Honeymoon in Europe!

You are a traditional romantic at heart... With a taste for fine wine, museums and beautiful walks. You and your sweetie should get romantic in a cafe in Paris Or get a Eurail pass - and see as many cities as possible! Suggested destinations: Paris, Venice, London, Greece

Just to reaffirm my European love. haha

Greek fest was killer. I didn't even do that much, just the feeling was great! Greek people hugging & speaking Greek, Greek food and pastries galore, and best of all the dancing! It was wonderful I wanted to join in, but not to make a Western-hemisphere fool of myself. Hardy har har. It was so cool that the young and the old could do it and have a great, traditional time. I bought a bracelet with the evil eye which is supposed to ward off evil spirits.I would totally marry a Greek dude, just for the traditional aspect. Except --this is probably me being judgemental--but I dunno if I'd be accepted by his family because they seem stereotypically materialistic and emphatic on appearances. But hopefully it wouldn't be true. My personal plan/goal is to learn to Greek dance by July at which point there will be a Greek fest closer to my house. Then we can join in!! Sounds liek a plan. Also, as we were watching them dance I thought to myself 'Why would anyone want to just know their own culture when there are so many to learn about?' I think I fall in love with every culture and country I come across, yet is that a bad thing?


 And apparently pooping around isn't only for my work place. Before Maggie there was an old woman who completely missed the toilet...and apparently got some on the wall. Bahahah what the hell? It's all part of the experience, except not. Sucks for her but it was unbelievable entertainment.

Well I spent a lot of time on the pc today, but not blogging like I wanted to. I was checking out and uploading prom pics, hooray! :D And responded to penpals, I mean I had to write back to Valdy, Richard, Agathe, and Fiona. Wooo. So I gotta write about prom weekend and what Eileen's mum said about me. Wheeee. It's 9:35 and I need some rest! Yesirree bob.

Oh so many. When I was younger, my mom asked me what I was really good at that I'd like to do for a living. I was like "I can memorize lyrics really well! Is there a job with that?" Obviously not. But hey it would be cool.

Prom weekend plans are shaping up quite nicely! I can't wait for the finished Green Envy, mwahaha. Katie and I went to get smoothies tonight and talked about Disney World! Ah good times. We also talked about new penpals yay. It's cool I got someone else into. Penpals are sweet because you can carefully edit what they know about me. For example, they don't need to know the annoying bits about me. Pobre Valdy's parents are divorcing, and his dad's an asshole. He is such a rad dude, I just wanna go visit him or have him visit me to get away from his crazy life. That's probably a bit weird sounding but ah well. I'm weird sounding! Empece` una poema hoy. Sobre una pierna muerta. What's sad is I had to go look up leg. Gawd. Well it's a good thing I did so before the test. Oh and Calc Phys, most sincerely up yours! Test tomorrow, once again I thought about doing my hmwk later Sunday evening but opted against it. Dumbo. Calculus is utter ridiculousness. WTF is a Spanch major going to to do with this? 

Ugh I need to limit my email checking to ONCE A FREAKING DAY. Bahh compulsive habits that never seem to die!

And there is seriously something wrong with the Rondonator.

Too busy with life for livejournal.
Gotsa prom dress. makes my ass look good according to Maire. Got something else too, hmm. OOH PENPALS! Hahaha British bloke and Polish fellow. He's teaching me Polish so I'm super excited! Oh and obviously I'm stoked about the British chap!

Oh we are the 3 amigas! They are such good friends, truly. We went shopping and they brought me loads of dresses, giving their true opinion, thank you sincerely for not telling me what i wanna hear. Then we went to the Noodle fundraiser. Good times. I'm too distracted to finish properly. Katie is being nice to me COOL! I'm getting her into penpals. mwahahaha

so much to do this week! seriously, what the feck?

today--Calc quiz i'm not prepared for, filming physics after school, cinco de mayo- so much for a celebration, senior picture
tomorrow- physics test i am not at all prepared for
thurssday-- ap english hahah failyer

i can't even think what else cos i have to leave for school. bahhhh