Friday, August 24, 2007

Everything is BLOCKED at school

Upperclasswoman= me.

Goodbye ghetto bus, hello coach~<3

The year certainly has started off with a bang. Over the period of summer break, the school bum (aka me) went from no clubs, a few friends, and grades just high enough to pass; except in English. That I had to take over the summer (the irony doesn't escape anyone's attention). Suddenly- I go back to school. I make new friends almost immediately. I join Newspaper, Gymnastics, Band, Choir, and become a semi-helper person for Flight (student led worship program thing- awesome). My grades are amlost straight A's. I'm also a dorm-worker, which has all the pros of a cafeteria worker (free food, social networking) without all the cons (no sitting down/ resting, cranky boss). Since Dean Lesa isn't here anymore, I got moved to Mrs Stevenson's campus family (she's on of the two English teachers). That's a good thing, kinda. Dean Kristy (awesome) was supposed to be our campus mom, but Mrs Stevenson said she's fight for us... apparently, she's been saddled with way too many boys, and wanted some girls in her family. Anyways. Then the JUNIORS (09!) won the first competition thing (Trash Night), which is AMAZ-Z-Z-Z-ZING. The next day, someone dies. One of the seniors from last year just didn't wake up- her pace maker stopped working. She had just called the dorm the day before- I even talked to her. She had a job, an apartment, was about to go to college, dumped her lame boyfriend, had just re-committed her life to God... Yeah. The funeral was today. The school took a bunch of people to it- we didn't have school. I didn't go. I didn't know what I would say to be of any comfort. Anyone who didn't go to the funeral went up to Shelby to help any victims of flood damage. We were in their little newspaper! My group cleaned out an old couple's basement, and helped clean off their furniture. They owned a furniture store, and their house was in the alley behind it. Three young Mennonite men (about our age) were also there, helping. They were pretty good looking, and our group (which was coincidentally all girls) kept joking about/ lusting after them. There was a break for lunch, and we went to a playground. There was a merry-go-round, and seesaws, and a bouncy thing (four seats connected to a center spoke), swings, a jungle gym, slides... I immediately ran to the merry-go-round. Everyone else just watched me, like I was crazy. A few of my friends joined me, and there was a pause. Then the playground was suddenly overrun with high schoolers. I love leading a revolution~<3 Even one of the deans (Dean Michelle) joined in. She was so excited, because she hadn't been on a playground for years. I led her around, and tought her the ways of the golden days. Then we ate- they gave us lunches in paper bags and sandwiches in plastic wrap. It was wonderful. My whole table dumped their trail mix into one big pile, and we picked out what we ate and let other people pick out what they ate. I was one of two that picked out cashews. Then we went back to the playground, where a waterbottle fight ensued. Then a mass cleanup effort, and we reloaded to head back to work. The man at the store offered us ice cold Cokes while we worked. The group of boys nodded at us. We nodded back. We sang while we worked- "We are soldiers in the army, we have to fight although we have to die, we have to- hold up the bloodstained banner, we have to hold it up until we die. Well __(instert name here)__ was a soldier- they had their hands on the Gospel, bow wow wow, so one day they got old they couldn't fight anymore they said- (here the person stands up and says)- Stand up, and fight anyhow! (repeat). A few of us salvaged junk that the lady was throwing away. I got some patterns, an Othello gamer that had somehow survivived the flooding, and an old vintage-looking bottle of real Chianti. It still had wine in it, but it was kinda gross floodwater wine, so I dumped it. Then we sat and talked to the lady until it was time to go. An ice cream store had heard about what we were doing, and gave us free ice cream (under the price of $2). We left the school at 8:30am, and came back around 6pm. I was covered in grossness, smelly, dripping sweat, sore all over, over heated, probably dehydrated, and completely and utterly blissful. When we got back, my dad was waiting, He took Allison & I home, and now I'm here typing (after a long shower, of course).

More about Shay's death-
The head dean of the boys dorm came to the cafeteria during brunch, and announced that she had died. Immediately, everyone who knew her started to cry. I thought that he meant someone else, one of the students that was in the hospital for a hernia. I carried on, sicne I hadn't known the hernia-victim. Then I find out that the hernia victim is fine- one of the seniors from last year, Shay, had died. Like I said, I had just spoken with her the day before. I cried, a lot. So did everyone else. It rained. Everyone was gathered in the chapel for a small prayer meeting & a sort of place to find comfort. Two girls started to sing, "His Eye Is On The Sparrow," and I cried some more. The head girls' dean went into a hysterical fit of cleaning frenzy. Her husband, the adopted father of the dorm, took out his feelings on a playhouse he was making for some little girls. I helped him build it, salvaging plexiglass, sawing things, pounding things with hammers and holding down screws. It was satisfying. Then I took out more frustration in gymnastics- I'm a base, so I did a lot of lifting people. It was still raining when we got out & went to bed. Over all, it was a pretty gloomy day.

carefully moving on to present events...
I'm going to Meg's new house this homeleave! She's in Indiana, right on campus of the academy there. Tomorrow I have shots, church, and Nonna's. Goodnight!

Monday, August 13, 2007

I'm such an idiot.

Really, a huge idiot.

Actually, I dealt with it pretty well. I could've done better and just avoided the whole situation entirely, but it was a little late for that.
So. Here's the story-

A friend lives in Mount Vernon, so she suggests that I stay at her house until the 15 & then she can take me to school. So, I go with her yesterday, and then it all comes crashing down. Suddenly I find out that she smokes (ciggarettes & on some occasions marijuana), drinks, et cetera. She takes one of her friends to pick up a bag (1/8 pound?) of mj, then they go & buy some more for another friend. Then they pick up some home-made two liter bong thing & we go to her house & she makes jello shots & they get high & have some beer and...

I didn't get high, but I tried a jello shot.
It tasted disgusting (apparently, she used whiskey), so that was it for me, but still. I feel guilty for having gotten into that whole thing at all.


So, I'm pretty sure I'm going out with Mark now.
Did I say I was going to swear off boys? I obviously meant guys other than Mark

So, that's pretty cool. And I made new friends! Like Keith, Morgan, & Melanie. The group of people I hung out with the whoe time was basically Mark, Miles, Melanie, Morgan, Keith, and sometimes Nate... too many 'M's! Anyways, we had a blast playing with glowsticks, watching for shooting stars, playing cards, and sleeping~♥.

Tonight, I'm thinking either a movie or a party.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

They're heeereeee...

So, just got back from Pennsic today.

I would gush, but it's late and I need sleep.

Suffice to say, it was totally awesome.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Change of Plans

We were supposed to leave for Pennsic tomorrow night, but Dad decided to get off work early and leave today. He should be home in an hour, and we'll start packing & leave.

Wish me luck on not killing anyone on the drive there~<3

Monday, August 6, 2007

Nothing new under the sun

So. Um...

Nothing much new today.
I've reached new levels of dislike for my father.
I cleaned my room a bit more.
I tried to call people, but that didn't work out.
I worked out (my abs still hurt).
I dreeeew.

Yea, me = lame.

Thursday, August 2, 2007



Buncha Crunch... I really want chocolate right now.

That's right, I'm on major PMS unnaturally bitchy mode right now.
My family is usually on the receiving end, but I've occasionally take to small attempts to clean my room. All symptoms of bitchy-ness disappear around my friends. Like I said before- I just hate living with my family.

My dad especially is an asshole.

I'd just like to make that clear to anyone who reads this, since I've already told DJ (I did, didn't I?)

Right now, I'm fighting for my right to claim the second largest room, as eldest daughter and person in the family who has the most stress. The parents want to move into Mickey's room, which is the biggest room, which is unfair because he's the youngest with the least amount of junk. The only reason he has that room is because mom and dad f---ing coddle him. My take on this is that I can get the parents room, Allison can have my room (which is still being called Sieanna's room, ironically), and Mickey can have Al's room (which no longer bears the Pooh cast on its walls).
Of course, my parents see this as the most stupid idea ever. I mean, why would anyone listen to Genevieve?

Okay, I'll just stop now. I'm on a major mood swing right now, so I'll try to spare you the anger as much as possible.


I took out that annoying sewing table that my mom put in my room.

I started packing.

I worked out.

I punctured the wall a few times.
Then spackled the holes before anyone noticed.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Tell me why I can't get any darker.

This is ridiculous.

The thing is, I went to the pool with my sisters and we were laying out for a good few hours, and nothing happened.

I feel cheated of a decent tan.

In other news...
I've been thinking about it, and I'm not exactly looking forward to Pennsic. If we had been able to go for the whole 2 weeks it would've been ok, but now I have just four days to fit in everything that I want to do. Plus, that's four days to sort out this man situation. Like, "Hey guys, how you been? Oh yeah, I'm great. Have I told you I've sworn off men? No? Well, now you know. See ya, bye!"

I probably won't say it like that...

In fact, I probably won't say it at all.

We all know I'm an attention junkie~<3

spoiler for ...Naruto?
Homigosh I officially am in love with Tobi /slash/ Obito! He's been calling the shots the whole time, that cutie~<3 Evil and sinister, but still cute. The fandom was right after all! Since when does that happen? I mean, there was a chance that Tobi was Obito, but I didn't actually think he was. Then Kishimoto takes it another step and makes him the most awesome leader of Akatsuki of all, plotting to get all the Uchihas together like some Charmed triangle of sisterhood brotherhood? ...
Anyways, it was awesome ~ ♥

Monday, July 30, 2007


Apparently, we're going to Pennsic.


In other news, I have a bunch of new clothes, as mutti & Al & I went thrift shopping.

Some of the skirts are a bit too short...
aka I can't move my legs for fear of panty shots

And lots of shoes.
Not lots, really, compared to some girls.
Only four new pairs, which were desperately needed anyways.

Sunday, July 29, 2007



So, it's been an eventful few days. The Andrew thing Friday, and yesterday...

I almost shaved my head.

Y'see, my mom has been talking about how she'd like to dye her hair blonde. If you've met my mom, you'd know that this is a big mistake. BIG mistake. So I told her that if she ever dyed her hair blonde, I'd shave my head. I meant it.
So yesterday, what else could she do but try to dye her hair blonde?
I was ready and everything. Asking people for hats, begging money to buy a wig, looking for the buzzy thing, et cetera.
Then she comes out of the shower, and her hair isn't blonde. It isn't even orange. Her hair is still black, with the roots looking a bit auburn.
So, I still have a full head of hair, and my mom is done with the whole going blonde part of her mid-life crisis.
I think.

And today, I learned that there is still a small ray of hope if we still want to go to Pennsic. So, wonder of wonders, I was actually able to get Mickey and Allison cleaning. And I cleaned too. I know, the end really is near. What really pissed me off is that dad acted as if it was nothing, and complained about Mickey's room not being cleaned. What the hell? It's not as if HE does anything when he gets home from "work" aka drawing cartoons. I had to be a complete nag just to get him to finish Allison's paper work so she could go to school, and in the end it was Mom that did it anyways. And I had to play the bad guy again just to get him to mow. And for some reason it is my job to remind him to do anything that requires actual effort on his part.
Pardon my French, but he is being a total and complete ASS.

Friday, July 27, 2007

I need a mantra

How about, "I'm doing the right thing, I'm doing the right thing, I'm doing the right thing..."


So, I couldn't find a ticket to the concert, and when Andrew looked for me he couldn't find one either. You think it would end there, right? But no. Andrew says that he could still take me, to see if we could get a ticket from the scalpers there. If we can't get a ticket for me from the scalpers, Andrew said he would sell his ticket, and we could go out for dinner or something.

All of which makes me feel extremely awkward.

Andrew, besides being a good friend, is also one of Amy's exes. I realize that by now some sort of loophole to the age old rule of "not dating your best friend's ex" should have appeared by now, seeing as how she dated him way back there, but still. It's the thought that counts. And just a bit ago, was I not thinking to myself, "No more guys" ?

So, I made up an excuse not to go with him to the concert, but I told him I was leaving to babysit at six which would give us at least an hour to hang out prior. So I'm not completely ditching him...

And the Sabbath is safe!


I hate being a girl.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

We're off to see the wizard...

Actually, I just came back from MVA a bit ago. Still beautiful. I saw the new dean, but I didn't actually get a chance to talk to her. I saw Nina, and talked to Lance & Bri some, but that was about it. I was supposed to find & talk to Reggie, but I couldn't find him. Bummer.

So... I couldn't find any tickets for the concert, but Andrew's going to see if they have any left at Krogers. I don't know if I want to go or if I want to stay. Cuz I want to hang out with Andrew, but not alone, and I want to go to the concert, but not on Friday. Hanging out with Andrew gets a bit awkward... Seeing as how he was just here a few minutes ago, and conversation seemed to get a little difficult every now and a few seconds.

And I really need to call Amy. Apparently, I'm not the only one who hasn't seen her very much this summer. I'm worried that it might have something to do with "Donny" or whatever his name is, that pathetic excuse of a man... I'm getting angry just thinking about it.

Oh, and apparently Meg has dumped Chelsea as a friend. Chelsea seems to think that this means that she has to lean on me as a friend even harder, even though during the school year I made it clear that I liked her less than Meg did. Meg & I had a conversation about it, and I got the feeling that I'm going to have to grin and bear it or just say it to her face. Even saying things to her face doesn't work, as we all know. From what Meg told me, Meg had straight out told Chelsea, "I don't want to have to deal with you anymore," and Chelsea's question was, "Can we still be friends?" or something along those lines.

I'm feeling hostile right about now.

I should stop typing before I break the keyboard...

Wednesday, July 25, 2007


So, along with barely sleeping...

Yesterday I went to see I now pronounce you Chuck & Larry with Sienna and Allison. It was pretty hilarious.

And then I started to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...
and then I didn't go to sleep...
so I started reading around 5pm July 24 and finished reading at 6am July 25.

Then I almost went to MVA, but I took a nap and was expecting my mom to wake me up but she didn't and I ended up sleeping all day.
I just finished watching Casper, the first one. I wanted to re-watch Cinderella, but I can't find it. I have a sudden longing for Disney movies...

Anywho, Deathly Hallows was AMAZ-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-ZING!!
(extra z's for extra amazing-ness)

I have to gush about it, so if you haven't read it then I doubt you'll want to keep on reading this. In fact, please don't keep on reading this unless you've already read the book. It'll ruin everything, really.


I was a tad out of it when I was reading it, so random things would just pop into my mind. Like when Kreacher was cooking for them, I kept picturing Kreacher in a frilly pink apron. Ok, and I accidentally stumbled across spoilers before I read it that _____ and ______ were going to die, but I was completely and terribly unprepared when at least a third of the characters died! I mean-!!! Really. Like, "Oh, first chapter, ladida- DEAD!"
And Fred...
George though, feeling "saintly" because he was "holey"... I love him so much...♥
I have to admit though, there was a brief doubt that flashed through my mind when I read that part. It was a little late, and my mind automatically connected it as, James=stag, Severus=doe? but then I realized he was talking about Lily. I know, I'm a horrible person.
I told you Snape was a good guy! Oh, burn!

Okay, I'm going to try to get a bit more sleep now.

Monday, July 23, 2007


Yes, I'm putting up sounds that aren't really words now as blog titles.
My creativity it being a bit volatile these days.


Andrew asked me to the Third Eye Blind concert this Friday! I'm excited, but dad already tried to put me on a guilt trip so. Kinda puts a damper on things. But I'm determined to have fun! I've realized recently that I usually experience summer in the last month of summer. Like, suddenly everyone is calling me/ having partied/ being available, etc. etc.

Other than that, nothing much new.

Except I accidentally found out who dies in Deathly Hallows.


Sunday, July 22, 2007


That is the sound of me eating my foot.

Not really, by the way.
I'm just bored and probably semi-crazy right about now, since I haven't slept since two nights ago. Tried taking a nap today, but that didn't really work. I guess I'll just have to take a tylenolPM, like always. At least my room is a little cleaner? Or at least more organized.

Ummm... Sieanna's supposed to come over tomorrow. I'm geeked. And that looks really weird when you type it out... geeked.


I read chapter 363 of the manga...
I hate Sasuke. It's official.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Just Dawned on Me

Ya know, up at school, a few girls always get really homesick. Like, "I miss my MUMMY!" And I would always just laugh at them behind their back, thinking to myself, "Why would anyone miss home?" Because all my time at school, I never felt homesick. I never wanted to go home any more than I wanted to stick my hand into a beehive. And yet the whole summer, I've been MVA-sick. Dorm-sick? Either way, missing MVA. So now I actually stop to think about it...
And it makes life so much easier to realize that I really don't like living with my family. I'm sure that if I suddenly moved in with Amy or something, I'd be homesick if I went to school. But who looks forward to slaving over messes that they didn't make, arguing with their parents at high decibels, doing chores that no one else will do, et cetera, when you could be hanging out with your friends (even just to do homework)?

So, anywho.

We might go to Pennsic, even if for THREE DAYS.

It's better than nothing, I suppose.

I have three days of glorious escap to look forward to~ ♥

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

I'm so sad...

Both pathetic, and melancholy.

Soo... I must say. So, I'll warn you first- SPOILER ALERT FOR NARUTO. AND THAT MEANS YOU, DJ.Deidara exploded himself ;_; (/END SPOILER)

So, I wanna go cry in a corner now. They were the only bad guys that I basically loved. KISHIMOTO OWNS MY HEART.

So, anyways.

Just got back from the cousins. It was great at first, but then Hell.

Now I'm a little sick to my stomache.

Oh, right. I'm supposed to do something with Chella, Ashley, and Jade. I dunno, I guess summer is finally starting to kick in, eh? And Reggie emailed me today. Apparently, he & Nina are up working at MVA.

I can't wait until school starts again, I miss them soooo...

Friday, July 13, 2007

La, lalala la

Ya know, whenever it's sunny out I don't feel like tanning, so I say to myself, "Tomorrow I will tan." Then tomorrow rolls around, and it is never sunny enough.
Today it rained a bit. It's still really overcast, so...

More stressing out about money, this morning. Allison offered to pay for school uniform, and I agree wholeheartedly. Mom, of course, doesn't want Allison to "spend all of her hard earned $300 on school closet." But come on- she offered. It's not like we're twisting her arm or anything.

Cassie and Rachel are coming up this Sunday. Yay for cousins.

Other than that, nothing much is really new.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007


That's the word, right?

Probably not quite my problem, but I am bored.

Tanning just makes me sweaty. It takes like, a week for me to get even a little bit darker. Curse these melatonin or whatever...

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen

Let me just say that music makes me happy when everything else is getting me down.
Oh, and Friends make me happy too.

Spent the night at Amy's last night. We watched Hannibal Rising. It was funny because the movie trailer for 1408 made me scream, but I was almost not really perfectly fine for Hannibal.

By the way,
I would like to thank DJ uber-much for helping me out with the whole Nick thing. When you're having guy problems, see help from another guy~<3 And the other way around, except I hope I won't be having any girl problems any time soon.
Which reminds me-
How on earth am I a gay man in a woman's body?
Clemons told me earlier in the school-year that that's how I am, and I had completely forgotten about it until just recently.
And the hilarious scary thing is...
It makes a lot more sense XD


So, the parents are toning it down a bit on the whole thing.

I still haven't regained my respect for them, but oh well.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007


So, counting really does work! Just not to ten. I have to count for about a minute.

Anywho- Life is pretty good other than the fact that I have, once again, like an idiot, agreed to go somewhere with Nick.
Why do I do these things?
We're going to the North Market, so it's not that big.
Maybe I'll be able to work up enough courage to say, "NO!" over some hi-chew... ?

Anywho. Talked to Jade today, and I'm still messaging DJ over devart. Amy is hopefully going to the fireworks with us tonight, since I haven't seen her in ages...

Yeah, nothing else really new.

Except yesterday in summer school, a bunch of guys were like, "Are you lightskinned?" and I almost bust out laughing. Some other guys in my class thought I was Indian.
Yay, Italia!

And there was this lady on the news who got her face blown off by fireworks. They were pro. grade & somehow some workers at a carwash got a hold of them. The fireworks took a bit long to go off, so this lady sticks her face right over them to see what was going on. And then they blew up.
I nearly fell off the couch laughing.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Kinda sucks, but not really.

Is it just me?
I mean, all teenagers have freaky mood swings, and one of the many symptoms of ADD can be mood swings and I never take my adderal...
Add it all up I'm a teenage girl with ADD.
Not very promising.

So, anywho.

Life has been pretty decent other than that.

Nobody died, or was injured...

I'm just aching to see Amelie and Love Me If You Dare. / j'eux d'enfants, but I don't know if I spelled that right.

Both of which are awesome movies, despite being French.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

At school...

When in Reynoldsburg, do as the Reynoldsburgians do.

I'm in the computer lab of the high school... their computers are so much better than ours! We have old rejects from another elementary, while these guys have widescreen moniters, all flat and everything. I'm jealous.


life is as complicated, still.

Oh well.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Well, that kinda sucks.

Ahm... Ok, something really bad just happened, but you won't get it unless I do a little bit of back tracking.

Meg, my best friend/ roomie, had a HUGE crush on another friend, Lance. In fact, it was a general consensus that the only reason they weren't sucking face everywhere dating was because they "didn't want to ruin the friendship". When school ended, Meg tried to keep in touch with Lance until he told Sami (another friend) that Meg was being too clingy and he didn't like her. Of course, Sami immediately relayed this info to Meg, who proceeded to freak out. So, Lance basically crushed Meg's heart. When school started up again, they were still friends, but... Meg was still crushing somewhat on Lance. She still is.
Until now, I think.

Because this year, Meg & I formed a close knit trio with a new girl, Chelsea. She basically lived in our room.
And now...

Chelsea and Lance are...
officially dating as soon as school starts again.

Lance told me, and I started freaking out to Meg & told her to ask Chelsea if there was anything she needed to say.
And now, Meg hates Chelsea.
And probably me.

So, Junior year is going to start off very hatefully.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Mistress of Spice[s?]

Americans take so long to catch on to great things that aren't, well, American.

What can I say, it's our loss.

Anyways, before I develop any more country loathing (while still loving Ohio, ironically)...

My parents got a hold of this movie, Mistress of Spices, except I'm not sure if it's spice or spices. My dad's no help, that's for sure.

Anywho, it's got that amazing Bollywood actress in it. I'm officially in love with her. While the idea of magical spices seems a little odd... I love it.

So... that's about it.

Besides summer school, there's not that much to talk about.

Friday, June 22, 2007


Yeah, I skipped school today (I still made a poem! It's at the bottom)

It was worth it, to see family.

Uncle Danny, Sammy, Bert, Aunt Cathy, Joan, Erin, Timmy, Aunt Tina, Summer, Ana, and Nonna. I underlined some names, because those are the ones that are going to be heading to Texas and therefore won't be seen in a long time. OH! And Sieanna showed up, too. We were actually all crowded in the kitchen, complaining about how Sieanna never calls or anything when she walked in.

Then we walked to Starbucks. Erin & Joan said it was "just around the corner," when in reality it was around many corners, and about a six mile walk round-trip. It was fun though, I haven't seen any of the cousins for a long time. Too bad little David wasn't there.

Anywho, here's the poem I forced upon myself- 3 lines, 7 beats per, subject= sunlight
so we shake off winter coats
and lie down in the sunlight,
darkened, like solar panels.

Thursday, June 21, 2007


This one is 7 lines, 6 beats per- subject= color.
We were silent when I
found you facsinated
by the colors in my
eyes, staring as if you had
been captured. Later, when
I asked, you denied it.

I think I'm going to post a poem every day. I just feel more calm that way. More settled, like there are less things buzzing around my head demanding to be said.

Look at me, I'm rhyming already!


dammit, there I go again...

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Freaky _______ Eyes

"Wishing doesn't bring
back anyone or
anything," she sighed.
[introspective pause]
Then she said, laughing
(ironically), "But
I just wish it did."

Thought up during summer school. As brain openers, the teacher was giving us a set number of lines, syllables per line, and subject. This one is 7 lines, 5 beats per, Wishing.

My head is throbbing. I've been drinking water, so it's not dehydration. But it hurts my eyes, like it's hard to move and focus them. And the back of my head feels like a sponge that someone is squeezing all the water out of. Squish, squeeze, BOOM! Like that. Especially if I move to quick (and not just blood rushing dizzy). Yeah... now it feels like I'm gonna faint. The fuzzy heavy blanket thing.


So, I started reading Lord of the Flies the other day, as well as Freaky Green Eyes, Wicked, and another book I don't remember the name of. I have this habit of starting a bunch of books at once after not reading for a while...

If you've read any of those books, can you imagine reading all three at once?
My brain is about to explode from being opened up (if that makes any sense).

It's just...and now, for an impromptu explanation/ book review...
Lord of the Flies.
Somewhat dullish at first, but very... I want to say interactive. The way it's written, I can feel what's happening. Engaging. It took me a while to get the characters straight. There are so many being developed at once! But I love it. Especially the "Beast" bit, and the pig head/ Satan thing (very weird, but philisophical in a way).
Freaky Green Eyes.
I've read this book before, but it was a long time ago. I always get something from the books that I like, and now that I'm about the character's age, and all this stuff is happening in my life... So many parallels, what with the parents at war, and... Yeah. I love the way she thinks- the images her words evoke are vivid, as clear as if I were there.

and I haven't gotten very far in Wicked, so I won't bother trying to explain anything quite yet.

Sunday, June 17, 2007


I'm angry angry angry angry angry angry angry angry...

Why is my little sister so...?

Mom and Dad have both told her multiple times not to roleplay. She does it anyways. I confronted her about it when she was starting a new one, and she said, "So? I don't care." She's already set up with more than six, and she was signing up for a seventh.

I tried to stop her, and now I'm bleeding.

And that's not all!
Summer (my cousin) visited while I was away the other day, and Allison took her into my room and "showed her around", which obviously entails getting onto MY computer for half an hour, messing with my photos and my music, then stealing things from me.

It's not as if this is the first time she's stolen things.

A long time ago, when I was going through a phase of "try to be nice to her and maybe she'll be nice back," I asked her why she stole from me.
Her reply was, and I quote, "If I see something I want, I take it."


Okay, I'm done.

Easton With Nick...
Well, his dad drove us there and was actually at Easton the entire time, but we went to see the new Fantastic Four movie. He held my hand, but when he tried to do the "arm around you shoulder" thing I explained that it wasn't comfortable. I guess that's not quite laying down the law... Since I let him hold my hand...
Really, my mind was screaming, "Get your hands offa me punk!" but I was just like, "Huh? Oh...kay?"
Other than that bit, it was fun. His dad was hilarious!
I learned a lot about cars, too.

Saturday, June 16, 2007


Somehow ended up like this.
Nick's dad is going to take drop us off at Easton, and we're going to see a movie and chill.

So far, any of my friends that I've ranted to about the whole thing has threatened his health in some way. Eric wanted to castrate him, but I assured Eric that I had the means to settle the dispute in a nonviolent manner.
Which I hope I don't have to do, but...

Come on, I'm not that naive. Movie? Right. More like "sitting down in the dark and using the movie as an excuse to lay down the moves".


I think I'm going to have to "lay down some rules," as Sieanna puts it.

Monday, June 11, 2007

It's all good now

Yeah, guess what happened?

Dad & Mom came up to me last night and just said, "Yeah, you don't have to worry about anything anymore. It's all good now."


I had come to accept it and even welcome it. The school might have given us another scholarship or something, and I would've gotten to join this counseling group that a bunch of my friends are in. Which would be awesome.
Plus, I had already told everyone.
And now I'll be unable to believe anything that either of them says, ever.

So, to me, they are as good as divorced.

In other news...

I still haven't eaten anything yet, but it's only noon.

I feel like I'm narrating some sort of comic book...


Oh, and I finally ate something.

Yay, curry!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

later that day...

I have come to realize something.

That something that I have come to realize is this-

BOTH of my parents are COMPLETE IDIOTS.

My dad twists everything around until it serves its purpose, half lying almost constantly.
For instance.
He called me today while he was at work, and said I could finish painting the hallway if I wanted to. I asked him about going to Becca's graduation party, and he said if somebody other than me wanted to go to, then sure.

So I painted the hallway. Not only the hallway, but also the front entryway and the doorway.
I asked Allison, and she said she wanted to go too.
So he comes home, and has a hissy fit.
"Why aren't the dishes done? Why are you watching TV? Your rooms are messy," etc. etc.
When I asked him about going to Becca's, he got even angrier and started shouting about how he had said "MAYBE" and that he would have taken us had we not been sitting in front of the TV, doing nothing.

So, if we had taken a longer time painting, or even started later, we would have been perfectly fine by his reasoning. We would be doing the same amount of work, but he wouldn't see us taking a break so it's okay.

Puts up this huge front of being happy and all this jazz even though we all know she's been clinically depressed forever. She whines that Dad never does anything around the house, and how she works so much, yadda yadda.
She goes in to work around 2 pm, and comes home at 9 pm. Sometimes she'll take on extra hours that she doesn't want, but this is entirely HER fault since she "can't say no". When she gets home, she gets on the computer and plays around with her sex stories and games on neopets. She spends money to make herself happy, so she ends up buying TONS of junky books online. Not just any books- sex books.
It's disgusting. She's my mom. I know that she's a person too, but as a mother one should have to take responsibility for these kinds of things, right? I don't want my 11 year-old brother to see your sex books, dildoes, and "warming jelly" all over the place, okay? I want you to stop wearing my clothes, because 1) they're tight and you're fat, and 2) they're my clothes, and I intended to wear them, until I saw you in them and decided that I want nothing to do with those clothes anymore.

Honestly, it's not rocket science.

You're getting a divorce because you're unhappy.


I have more to say, but I think that's enough before I bust a blood vessel or something.

My brain is shaking.

That makes no sense, I know.

I have quite a bit to spill. Being abducted earlier this week, then the whole household party thing yesterday.

I'll start with the abduction.
(that sounds weird?)
Well, Ashley called me wednesday or thursday night and told me to be ready in ten minutes. I was halfway through pulling on pants when Allison screamed that they were already here (this took about 2 minutes). Then I ran outside and hopped in the back of Cody's truck, finding a very inebriated Chelsea [Back]. Which was interesting, because I learned later that no one had seen Chelsea drunk before, most likely because Chelsea hadn't been drunk before. Ashley had somehow conned Chelsea into drinking 10 shots of vodka. 1) I barely knew anyone there, and 2) being around a drunk Chelsea is like trying to keep a dizzy, ADHD 6 year old away from a cliff that just so happened to be covered in bright, sparkly flowers that smelled good. I don't know if that makes sense to you, but I'll put it into easy speak- IT WAS HARD. So, I got tired of that scene pretty quick and walked home around 11:30.

Next, the household party.
For some odd reason, Dad thought it would take like, two hours to get to Talymar's house, so we got there an hour early. I chilled in front of the TV with Mark, like all teenagers do, and we watched The Jerk on comedy central. Then Becca came, and then NICK showed up. Nick was one of the friends I made at Pennsic, and he had also been in the same camp so that was cool. Then the four of us went upstairs to chill. We played poker, talked, yadda yadda. Then we moved into Mark's room cause his bed was bigger and less breakable. After becoming comfy, I noticed something strange- NICK HAD DECIDED THAT MY LAP WAS A PERFECT PLACE FOR HIS HEAD. I was not so concerned at first, since I had a pillow on my lap so it wasn't really direct. But then he tried to hold my hand, and began stroking my thigh. Um, awkward? Since the last time I saw him he was SUCKING FACE WITH ANOTHER GIRL, Gwen, which just so happens to sound like Gen which is my name, so we got confused a lot and anyways... So, yeah. From that point on, he began to hardcore HIT ON ME. No joke. Like, he took my chair and when I came back he pulled me on top of his lap. And not just normal "friendly using your knee as a seat" kinda sitting, he pulled me back so I was like fully leaning on him like a human blanket or something. I tried to run away, but he "subtly" followed me. HELL NO! When will guys understand that I am not playing hard to get? I either don't want you to hit on me or I'm shy. It's most likely the shy thing, but in this instance all I was thinking was, "GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAAAAAAAAY!" and it really wasn't me being shy. I tried to take Becca aside and ask her about what to do, but she was completely not helpful. UGH.
But, there were funny parts too! Like when everyone started stealing Becca's strawberries (which may have factored in to the extreme horniness).
So, Becca's really sheltered, and earlier when we were all watching The Jerk, Mark and Nick were joking around about "jerk circles". Becca, of course, didn't get it. Later, on the bed, Becca brought it up. Mark and Nick were too afraid to explain it, so I had to be the man and come out and say it. This eventually led to more innuendo conversation between Mark, Nick, and I, none of which Becca got. So while Mark was up, he just turned to her and explained, "SEX." Just like that. And there were all these little kids in the room, and one of them SCREAMED as if he had just been burned or something. It was hilarious. And later, he did about the same thing when Nick and I were exchanging innuendo about condoms, and Becca (duh) didn't get it, so Mark had to just come out and say, "CONDOM."
Let's just say that I'm laughing hysterically just typing about it, Michael and Allison giving me odd looks frmot he otehr room.

Okay, that's about it for catching up.

Today I had a bowl of KIX and half a thing of OREOS.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

c'est la vie

I hate French.

Okay, sooooooooooo...
I was going to talk to my mom about the whole divorce thing, really.
I had a little angry tirade note thing going on, as well as a story-version thing of how it all happened (to get rid of my excess angry creative energies).
But I was distracted.
By the corset.
Let me just say that when your waist is 25 inches, the occasion had damn well be worth it.
Which it wasn't, since I was only trying it on to distract myself.
But damn are those things painful awesome or what?

Awww, man.
I'm having another mood swing.

You know what... being ADD sucks.

So, anyways.

Spent the night at Amy's last night.

We talked about it, in our own special way. Then we watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off, one of the ultimate feel good movies.

"Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen..."


I've said that Dad has a new job. It pays more, the hours are better, and he's doing something tha he enjoys doing. So I couldn't, for the life of me, think of why he looked so sad and tired.
So I asked him.

Mom wants a divorce.

And this isn't the first time she's asked for one.

How's that for life?

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Unorthodox Paradox

I hate "fashion", the absurd creation of fads that only the "hip" and "trendy" follow, as they look down upon or pity anyone real enough to not rely on fashion as a means of existence (or even those that can't afford it). The ridiculous and mostly impossible designs that belittle anyone without the means to achieve the "perfect" look, a standard that only the "learned" and extremely malnourished can succeed in setting.
It's just... AGH! My vocabulary fails me.

Okay, back to normal (which, for the record, isn't normal at all).

Finally saw Amy today. We both act as if nothing has changed.
I feel like I'm in the period right before I realize that nothing is the same as it was before. See, I realize that things are changing, but they aren't completely changed yet. I still have some time before time.
I've got that song stuck in my head, now.
"Suddenly, everything has changed..."
How perfect.

Now my brain is spasm-ing.

I've been having some really strange dreams. Of course, they've faded away now. I remember them when I first wake up, but as the day goes on I remember less and less until I'm left with only the impression that it was abnormal.
I only remember the dreams I write down (which, make no mistake, is a LOT).

I'm going to go listen to my new Mika CD now.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Happy Sabbath!

Went to church today. Which somehow reminds me about how I didn't write about going to Aunt Cathy's house memorial day. Her kids are like, half human half DEMON CHILDREN. Her youngest kid (only son) is a 100% spoiled demon, though.
Cathy, Allison (my younger sister), Erin (Aunt Cathy's third youngest), and I went bike riding to a pond a bit away from their house to go fishing. Actually, it was mostly just Erin and I since Allison knows crap about fishing and Aunt Cathy is a wuss. Anyways--- while we were biking there, I was talking to Aunt Cathy about Mount Vernon and she asked me, "Do you believe in God?"Can you imagine what I was thinking? It was something between, "...!" and “ohmygoshareyoujoking?ijustsohappentobetalkingaboutmyCHRISTIANboardingschoolwhereIstudytheBIBLEandlearnaboutELLENWHITEamajorprophetwhich,Ishouldnote,nootherprotestantchurchHASandwhileIamawareyouareCATHOLICIwasn’texpectingyoutobeSTUPIDandfurthermore-” and it just kinda went on like that.
What actually came out of my mouth was, "YES."


I guess it just seemed fitting that I share that little bit of info with you on the Sabbath.

Oh, and we now have ketchup and tofu, even grape juice and ice cream~

Life is complete.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Still craving tofu

Yes, that damned elusive...tofu. No pimpernels here.

So, I went to Dairy Queen (DQ) last night.
Guess who works there?
That's right- Zach does!

Of course, I knew that before I went... And I only got to see him long enough for a hug and, "Oh my god I haven't seen you in forever!"
But still.

थिस इस सो कूल। ऍम ई व्रितिंग इंग्लिश ओर नोंसेंसे स्तुफ्फ?

Just having a bit of fun with that button.

Right, back to what I was doing before being distracted.
What was I doing?

Oh, right.
I made Mom buy ketchup today so I can eat my grillers happily.
Then I got home and put a griller on the frying pan with some olive oil, green onions, green pepper, and just a little bit of garlic. Then I put it all on some toast with ketchup, and now I'm a very happy teenager. That and a yogurt is all that I've eaten today.

I really want to start working out, but I'm such a lazy person.

I love Rufio, too. Awesome band~

Whenever I think of Rufio, I think of "Ru! Fi! Ooooooooooo!"

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Grillers and yogurt and eggs, oh my!

I never really thought of myself as a healthy sort of person until I looked at my breakfast this morning. Actually, this afternoon, since I woke up around 11 and waited until Mom came home with the groceries to eat. That would put my breakfast somewhere around 1:30. Anywho.

Grillers (fake-meat patties) with eggs and toast, a glass of milk, and amaretto cheesecake yogurt. I know the yogurt doesn't sound healthy, but it's Weight Watchers yogurt (1 point) and it tastes delicious.

I had a craving for tofu this morning, too. I asked Mom to get some, but she seems to have forgotten.

I mean, when you grow up healthy, it doesn't seem anything except normal. No soda pop, no pre-packaged junk foods (eg twinkies, hohos, fruit roll ups, etc), and for me- no meat.

Then again, I'm the only vegetarian in my family.

Everyone else is basically a carnivore.

Tough life.



More talking to DJ, found Zach on gmail but haven't gotten a hold of Aaren.
'Bout to leave a comment on Chelsea's myspace.

Sooo, that basically sums the day up so far.


Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Love Love ME!


With a good portion of my heart.
My mom just ordered the album Life in Cartoon Motion from Barnes&Noble. I can't wait until it gets here~<3

Sooooo... I can now add Ashley on the list of people that I'm recontacting now.
Soon I will call Aaren or Zach and see what's up with them.

as soon as I get off my butt /slash/ stop dancing to Mika songs.

"Big girls, you are beautiful~~!"

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Brain Shock...

I realize, now, that I don't have to put the date in the Title box because it's already right there above the title.
Yes, I am a genius.

So, this is good. So far- three people re-contacted. Hope, Shravas, and DJ.
Now I just need to start talking to Sami, Ashley, Chelsea, Tito, Andrew, Cody, Zach, Aaren, Chelsea, Emily, Jade... I think you get the point.

Wish me luck!

Other than that, you can also wish me luck on my health regimen.
I have a fast metabolism, and that's the only reason that I'm not obese.
Not the only only reason... since I'm a vegetarian and there is a complete absence of junky foods in my house...

But anyways.

I'm going to start eating even more right, and at least doing 10 crunches a day.

Yes, 10 crunches. I'm a wimp, what can I say?

Saturday, May 26, 2007

May 26, 2007

Does anyone even remember livejournal?
I had it before I had a xanga, and I was looking at some of my old posts...from when I was thirteen...
I was a strange, strange child.
now I'm just a strange, strange young adult.

Either way, it was a real shock to see how much I've changed, and how much everything/ everyone has changed.
Like back in the day when everyone got along and Mary was still in Ohio and all of us frequently went to the movies and I actually talked to my friends.
Which, I've decided, I'm going to start doing again.
I saw Pirates III today.
The lady behind us kept farting. I wanted to turn around and tell her to go to the bathroom already.

Friday, May 25, 2007

May 25, 2007

Is it just me, or are girly magazines just really hypocritical?
I mean, I'm not bashing them or anything, but...

We feel really sorry for the suffering of other people! Now let's spend over $100 on material items that we don't need because ladies, everyone knows that if a guy doesn't like you for who you are on the inside, then the relationship isn't worth it. But if you break up with him and he's hot, just call us. Cuz we're fashion experts. Oh, and you're beautiful just the way you are, but here are some diet and excercise tips, as well as models who would probably float away if their shoes weren't so big. This guy looks hot, and that girl's dress is hideous. We won't say that to their faces, of course, but while we're at it, why don't we bash everyone else's personal style? By the way- horoscopes! Even though God created you so that you could make your own decisions and not depend on some stupid "astronomer"'s opinion.

Okay, I'm done.

I have an urge to create something, but I'm in an artistic rut at the moment. I'm thirsting for photography, but of course I don't have a camera. Boo, being poor.

On a lighter note- Dad got a new job. It pays more than Kinko's and has stable hours. Plus, it's practically his dream job! He's going to be in some sort of cartooning company. It's a small business, so he's afraid of doing it, but that's okay.

and Mom's just depressed. nothing new.

I miss Mount Vernon. Everyone in Reynoldsburg is still in school, and there's nothing to do but clean during the day.

So, still counting down until June 8th.

Letters can only make me so happy before the doubt starts to set in.