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Technologically Yours

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 23:54:38 GMT

Observations:
- If there was an award for posting horrible blog-y-doos at such a horribly slow rate, I'd win.
- Giant ass spiders are scarier during the winter.
- Ugly Betty is coming on soon.
- Rob Schneider is a stapler!

Hallo! Wie gehts? ... Sehr gut! Ich bin super! Danke! Bitte! Auf Wiedersehen! ICH BIN SCHNAPPI, DAS KLEINE KROKODIL!
(www.youtube.com/watch <--- WATCH IT. : D)

We listen to that song almost everyday in German. It's catchy, those songs meant for five year-olds!

I love Lipstick Jungle's theme song.
And 30 Rock's.
And The Office's.
And Ugly Betty's.

I hate talking about myself in these.

The Vice Presidental Debate took over The Office's slot tonight. Darn Biden and Palin. You ruin everything.

I like talking about TV though!

If God allowed me to be best friends with a celebrity, I think I'd pick Tina Fey. MAYBE. I like America Ferrera and Idina Menzel and Amy Poehler and stuff. HMMMMMM.

Love is a Many Splendored Thing

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 22:40:47 GMT

Observations:
- I have the tendency to be a lot more jealous than I thought I could. (Room to be worked on...)
- Dead fishfly on the wall? (WHY?!)
- The individual whom painted the walls in the room of my current occupation must've been blindfolded.
- I feel so empowered after watching certain movies.

You may or may not be asking, "Jordan! In the aforementioned, you said that some movies empower you! What'd you watch?!". Well my dear friends, I watched Moulin Rouge! I love it. Nicole Kidman/Ewan McGregor are splendiforous! I feel like I could go stand in the middle of a road and sing, "LOVE LIFTS US UP WHERE WE BELONG!". Only, you know, not get run over.

SO ANYWAYS THIS IS FOR IMMORTALIZING THE FACT I SAW IDINA MENZEL IN CONCERT LAST NIGHT.

I did. I almost peed my pants. I was SOOOoooOOOOoooOOO(You get the point) close to her. It's so weird. I've seen her in movies, and on Youtube. To see her live in the flesh made me [THE FOLLOWING MAY BE EXCEEDINGLY FANGIRLISH AND/OR SILLY] cry.

QUOTES FROM THE NIGHT:

Random Person #1: "COME TO CANADA!"
Idina: "Canada? Maybe."
Random Person #2: "COME TO CLEVELAND!"
Me: "COME TO DETROIT, MICHIGAN!"
Idina: ".... Shut up!"

(I got sassed by Idina Menzel. XD)

More of a story now. She has a song where it requires... grunting. Yeahp. Anyways, so, she let the audience grunt! My friend and I took full advantage of this priviledge. We grunted the loudest and ugliest one could possibly manage. We got a:

Idina: *Turn around laughing and walking away from the microphone, then walking back* "... Guys, that's not how you sound during sex!"

There's more, I can't remember. Anyways. Yeah.

Jump to the Rhythm

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 03:21:04 GMT

Observations:
- SWEET BABY JESUS WHY DO MY RIBS HURT SO MUCH?!
- In all of the pictures taken while I was a wee one, I look like I either need to stop sassing, or I have down-syndrome.
- I hate all the people in my town of Sicily in Animal Crossing.
- I miss my Californian Aunt. *sad*

Anywho. I don't even know why I have this if I don't add anyone I know. That's always a comforting thought that your audience is one, and that encompasses yourself. MY LIFFFEEEEE.

It's self-inflicted though, so I truly can't complain.

Went to Drum Major Camp. It was fun and all, I enjoyed it overall, minus the mosquito bites that made me balloon into a puffer fish, the beautiful blisters that now plague my ankles, and the sunburn, though it did turn into a tan.

The plus side? The kick ass blue shirts.

I don't know what to say, besides this stuff. Oh, I'll add in the fact I can't breathe or laugh or talk without feeling like I'm being flame-torched in the ribs. It's quite pleasant, if you're a masochist and what not. : D

Oh, oh oh. And, at camp, we did a show to "Gonna' Make You Sweat" by C+C Factory.

Authoritatively Yours

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 20:30:43 GMT

Observations:
- Hot as Satan's Butt hole. What I imagine is equivalent to the seventh level of Hell.
- My allergies are excited by the white fuzzies that are flying through the air.
- I STILL have sex hair.
- Tomorrow, my whole history class is going to try and have a heatstroke.

Today was an excellent day, if I do say so myself! Very, interesting. Do to the increase in heat in my area, on the way back from the "smart" school(Butcher) I go to, the other kids that go to the center with me opened all of the windows. This helps create the effect of, "Sex hair". While entering the freeway, I got hit in the back of the head. At first I hadn't a clue what it was, but then came to find that it was one of the seat belts. You see, our bus is a... well, short bus. So there are accommodating seat belts for those in wheelchairs. Needless to say, I had the whole bus laughing at my pain and confusion.

Then when I arrived back at my home school, in my English class, we did a court hearing based off of the play, and I was the judge. Much power and control in the form of a stapler gavel and a "Understanding Mass Media" book as my Bible. You betcha' I rocked that courtroom!

In band, we watched "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory", and I served my diplomatic immunities as Junior Drum Major by taking 50+ pages out of slips in binders.

In history we studied for the final I only need a 55% on to pass the class with an 100% overall, ate Lucky Charms, made each other lose the game, showed my teacher the Live Birdcam from Butcher, watched the, "Twilight" trailer, and died of heat. Oh, and yesterday, I made everyone in my class at Butcher lose the game. All at once. And my biffel liked her poster I got her. :3!

I just thought today was one of those amazing days. Hopefully, I don't fail my math final. : D

The World According to Myself

Wed, 28 May 2008 20:22:27 GMT

Observations:
- Those helicopter seeds that fall off the trees are as fun as they ever were.
- On a standard sized Hopscotch game, my stride skips two numbers.
- Walking home, I can listen to approximately 4 and 1/3 songs, depending on length.
- Fake.

I wonder how many of those individuals that claim they will miss the graduating Seniors, will miss them. The whole end of the year just seems extremely false in its nature and "The End of the Beginning" for all intensive purposes. Everyone acts so happy all the time, everyone's more friendly, comparatively to their normal "I'm a Heinous Bitch" mood. It's not even cheery at all, if more than five seconds worth of critical thinking is put into it. Sure, the Seniors are graduating! They're breaking free of high school! First of all, great! Congrats! But guess what? Let me clue you in on something with a little bit of math:

Kindergarten + Governmentally Enforced Schooling = Thirteen years
Undergraduate = Four years
Graduate = Two years
Anything above Graduate (M.D, Ph.D etc.etc.) = Four years

Hmmm. Well, let's see. I'm aware ten is smaller than thirteen, but looking at the whole picture, it's like that wonderful experience you hated all those years all over again, minus Kindergarten, first and second grade. No more coloring and eating paste! Congratulations indeed!

I'm not into it. All I want is my freaking Yearbook without having to wait in a fifty people line, my close friends and my favorite teacher to sign it, and for my research project TO. BE. OVER. Sure I'll miss some of my Seniors! But I also feel sorry and envy them. I just hate high school in general. So you will find. : )

This was long. My deepest apology.

Rapid Fire Reasoning

Mon, 26 May 2008 23:36:54 GMT

Observations:
- Home-y feel of the summer, fan slowly rotating above the kitchen table, soft rustle of the trees (etc.)
- The Series of Unfortunate Events game is really starting to piss me off due to its difficulty. What did they expect, game professionals?
- Chewed up slurpee straw.
- Mr.Rodgers.

So, I'm rather new to this. No, not even rather. Completely and utterly would be terms to accommodate my "Newness".

Hmm, should I just jump into the metaphorical and abstract writing that this site encourages? Or... what? Hmmm. Frankly, I don't really care much at all about what means I go to say what I need to say, but hey, I suppose I'll subtle-ize it for now.

One of my good friends told me lately, "It's lonely at the top sweetheart", and that is my motto for now. My friend is extremely insightful and intelligent, no? She always justifies everything that's happening with logic. That is why the subject of my journal stands as such. Because of my friend. : )

I have wicked sunburn on my arms, back of my legs and face. I could punch a donkey at the moment.

This is interesting.