Things i hate..and Love..and neither are the norm

Things i Love:
Tying up my hair when it's hot
Letting it losse when it's windy
dreaming about cheese right before bed
sketching houmour
crafting romance
making my own concoctions, edible, non-edible, and wearable; occasioanlly, i finish the usable
Boys who make me laugh
Boys who have a good does of both EQ and IQ and don't say "what?" to me all the time.
Philosophy
Bossing people around
DeviantART
5B pencils, because no one else much likes them but everyone wants to borrow one
Being caught up in a story i actually believe it
Selena gomez
The ID cards gahe (check his multiply) has yet to give to me
Green tea, coffee, caramel, and vanilla ice cream
homemade shakes that make Starbucks eat dirt
drawing all the time
Music
Dreamy books that only a few (including me) understand
Defying rules

Things i Hate:
My hair sticking to my neck when it's hot
Things don't go well in the morning and the rest of the day says, "Ditto"
people who think they know everything 9me included)
Me, when i exxagerate my dislike for a guy who i like
the guy, when he says he doesn't or only used to like me
mango ice cream
teachers who threaten to tell your parents you draw kissing scenes even if your seatmate requested them
books without happy ending
Things that go on and on and on (like this list)
Defying rules

Improv Everywhere!!!

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Being a Kid

Being a kid means you like to rouhhouse, play bad, and generally have fun. this, in my classroom, often happens at the last subject of the day - and the loosest teacher. check the video i made; it's on my FB page..:)) there's a link in the sidebar there..:)

Lost Generation

have i ever told you that i am a multi-faced, many-sided being? as cynical and sacrastic as my words may appear to you, i sometimes have another side, a side deep and caring, one that is moved to tears by masterpieces of this sort.

Deceiving

was grounded for slamming the door this morning. here's how it went:
half-asleep: hears dad saying, "She doesn't even let us know her password and she's changing your user account!"
Me: charges to the door, yanks it open in time to see dad slide his bedroom door closed. rush over to mom's computer and fix her damned wallpaper.
me: stomps into the room and slams the door (w/ automatic lock on).
mom: grabs the spare key and thunders into my room. yells all sorts of idiotic parental scolding at me. i answer back in sarcastic tones.
mom: runs to dad, complaigns.
dad: yanks the spare key from her hand, kicks my door open. "I'M SICK OF YOU AND YOUR WHINEY VOICE!!! NOW SHUT UP!!" leaves
me: cries a little after Mom removes Computer priveleges of the day
***
later:
"Where did the Devil go?"
Mom: "WHAT!?"
Me: realizes not a good time to be me: "I said, where the devil did dad go?"
Mom: "That's harsh speaking! i shall nto tolerate it!" i got off scott-free...
***
later:
"Where's the bullfrog?"
Mom: "yes, i guess he's annoying at times."
***
later:
Mom: calls me.
"I'll let you use the computer until i return"
Me: "uhm, Okay?" (Where the hell'd SHE come from? and what'd she do w/ my mom?)
Mom: but first you must apologize.
me: Apologize for what? slamming the door? YOU'RE the one who accused me wrongly!
yells, grabs my hair, pinches me. i sit calmy at her desk, drawing, and whistling. alternate humming between 'Twinkle, twinkle, little Star' and "now i know my ABCs'.
***
later:
me: meekly "I'm sorry for being a Sass. may i use the computer?"
Mom: hugs me. "After we pray."
me: 'Okay" try to pray with as much sincerety a liar can.
after: i use the computer.

and THAT's how you can be a smartass and STILL get full priveledges...:) how DO I do it???

Christmas Spirit (or non-spiritness)

Do you know St. Nicholas? Nick? Whatev??? i decided that year 12 is going to be different: diverse. that's the word i'm keeping in mind for the next year - 'diverse'. i learned this word from BTG's Diversity which won the 2009 show - and they performed STUNNINGLY. so, to the point - different. before, i never made blog posts according to season or holiday. i never mentioned Christmas, summer break, Halloween, valentine's day, etc. but this year - I decided to make a post relevant to the time of year: the Christmas Season.
According to my mother, St. Nick, alias Santa Claus, originally wore green before the Coca Cola bastards made him into a way too jolly, cotton-bearded fatso in a red outfit and disgusting red suspenders. and if he has a belly like a bowl of jelly (this rhyme's a crime, it's lame i'm ashamed), then how on earth could he get down a chimney w/out at least raising a semi-colossal ruckus???
and you think: a)he produces countless gifts and b)rides in a sleigh which is pulled by FLYING reindeer. so, if he's THAT supernatural, why not just have magic that can unlock doors or the ability to walk through walls? it doesn't add up. and why do we hang stockings over the fireplace instead of something like christmas baskets? and the cookies & milk factor - shit, Santa pawns our presents for his snacks? eew. and - though considering he's supposed to have superpowers, why doesn't he look young or something? MY mailman dropped out of work at 48 because he had a huge belly and rheumatism.
so, merry christmas to you all...have a nice one!!!

Pretty Pink

I'm not sure, but i might have possibly liked pink when i was, say, two months old and the rubber nipple on my bottle fascinated me. nowadays, i'm still magnetized by some leftover Pink Intuition to anythin fuschia-tinted or metalic. i like navy blue/block jeans, metalic nail polish, and t-shirts that are preferably black and/or Whatever (r) brand. but those shrill-voiced pip squeaks who run around in frilly miniature heels and PINk sashed-bll gowns have me runnin or the lavaratory becasue i wanna retch my kidneys out. in fact, here's a next-to-stupid poem (i'm still unfamiliar with the types) that i submitted to DA.

Pink is Puke

Pastel's fine,
Peach's okay.
Dessert's good if it's Rasperry Flambe.
But...

Neee-on makes me screech!
Hhhot belongs to the beach!
Prom-dresses come in other colors, here i'll send ya a link.
Pink!?

It's p-u-k-e, all puke.
Never worn by a Duke.
neither on a Lord, or a King,
Those guys only have crinkly sopasuds behind a screen.

Pink makes my eyes burn,
The kind that's stretched tight over girls,
I see that and i stumble down and retch,
I'd rather see a horror sketch.

Pink is puked when it's missused.
It's missused when a newspaper's issued.
A newspaper's issued every day,
They trash pink, oh, pink, what CAN i say!?

now THAT is overoly stupid, but i'm not deleting it, because i hardly ever back out of anything. oh, and, if you want my deviantart page, it's full of Metajets shit. absolutley only until PG-13, NO porn. i might give it to you. but time will tell.