Random Ramblings

12:57AM - For those that care...

Since I don't really care about or like livejournal, I've moved. My blog, which will probably be not updated very much, is at blogger. The url is http://smoogis.blogspot.com/

Yeah, yeah, original. Shut up.

right now all it has is my intro post.

And that's it.

1:52PM - I GOT ACCEPTED!!!

I have been accepted to The College of Saint Rose!

Dad killed my buzz, but whee!

5:25PM

I have determined that my life is not interesting enough to keep a journal. Or, I am completely lazy and lacking in any motivation to blog.

I really, really do not fit in this lame society.

Sooo...I finished my college essay. I'm not ready to be a "big person" yet. ugh.

(Quit your bitching)

Yes master.

8:50PM - Stereotypical live journal survey thingy

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:
1 I died from natural causes:
2 I kissed you:
3 I lived next door to you:
4 I started smoking
5 I stole something
6 I was hospitalized:
7 I ran away from home:
8 I got into a fight and you weren't there?

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:
9 Personality:
10 Eyes:
11 Hair:
12 Family:

WOULD YOU:
13 Be my friend?:
14 Keep a secret if I told you one?:
15 Hold my hand?
16 Take a bullet for me?
17 Keep in touch?:
18 Try and solve my problems?:
19 Love me?:
20 Date me?:

HAVE YOU EVER:
21 Lied to make me feel better?:
22 Wanted to kiss me?:
23 Wanted to kill me?:
24 Broke my heart?:
25 Kept something important from me?:
26 Thought I was unbearably annoying?

~*::And More::*~
27. Who are you?
28. Are we friends?
29. When and how did we meet?
30. Describe me in one word:
31. What was your first impression?
32. Do you still think that way about me now?
33. What reminds you of me?
34. If you could give me anything what would it be?
35. How well do you know me?
36. When's the last time you saw me?
36 1/2. Who would you set me up with and why?
37. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
38. Are you gonna put this on yours to see what I say about you?

9:38PM - Work in progress.

I am the representation of all that is bad and unholy in this world. That is right, I am the bane of the good and old, the polite and respectable, the clear and articulate.

I was born May 9, 1988. I am a teenager.

Yes, one of those mythical, profound, perplexing teenagers. We are the menaces. We are the delinquents. We take advantage of all the opportunities given to us, and we spit at the hands that feed us. It’s too dangerous to approach one of my kind with torches and pitchforks, but don’t worry. We’ll grow out of this stage; we’ll evolve and somehow become the complex and beautiful creatures known as adults.

Does anyone see what is wrong with this picture?

11:02PM

I'm going to try something. Something new, something exciting. Something that might actually make me post in this freaking thing more then once per month.

Here goes.

Have you ever noticed how life has been slowing down with each new year you live, yet drives to what was once refered to as "far away" is shorter? It's amazing, how relative things are. You can find simularities in anything. A book and a fan. Both were symbols of wealth years ago. Both contain beauty, one with words and one with the elegant simplicity of a half a circle. What is somewhat funny, however, is how I can not seem to write about connections between the real world and something else when it is assigned to me in a class.

Amy stopped, looking around the room for inspiration. The room seemed to have shrunk with the years she had been living in it. She remembered distinctly how empty and clean it looked when her family first came to tour the house, a large bed sitting in the middle of the room with a tiny little baby placed in the center, fast asleep.

Now, it was an organized mess. A collection of papers, books, and accessories were scattered into little groups, some of them on the floor; it all drove her mother crazy. Here, a stack of binders that contained papers and assignments from freshman year; there, a basket that was the closest thing to a locker she could stand. Her bookshelf full of books and anything that could fit, her closet which she hid presents and old ugly costumes from her dancing years. All of this was comfortable. All of this was peaceful.

Shaking her head at thoughts that were better left untouched, Amy looked out the window. It was pitch black, the street lamp being too far away to light up anything outside. She knew precisely what was out there, though. A snow-filled yard with a peach and apple tree to the right, the fruit having fed the birds months ago now that it was winter. Three distinct trees with three distinct stories lined like sentries in front of the house. An old, black iron "thing" sticking up from the yard, how long it had been there she couldn't quite say. The road was beyond the trees, and Mrs. H's house was beyond that. Nine years of living in this house was enough to drive anything to memory.

This house is full of hiding holes. I'm not quite sure that we have really found all the hidden cupboards and chutes that are within.

"Well, that was a fun experiment." Amy thought to herself as she scrolled down past the gray options box to click on the shaded button.

9:43PM

So yeah, I like cake.

Mmmhmm.

I'm gonna have champagne at new years! yay! squee!

hmm.

I am waaaaaay too busy lately. Can't wait till next wednesday so I dont have to deal with the bs called "school."

LOOK! I UPDATED! HOLY SHIT MA!

11:53AM - Good dreams...

I had a good dream last night. I'm kinda freaked out...I usually have rotten dreams, or I forget them. They are never good.

12:11PM

I got out of school early to go to the emergency room. Last night, I was taking out my contact lenses, and I guess my too-long nails scratched my eyes. Didn't think much of it until this morning. I couldn't concentrate on anything and I felt pain behind my left eye. So, I went to the nurse, they gave me meds and contact lense solution (I wasn't wearing my contact lenses today because of pain) and sent me back, but I doubted I could survive the day, so I went to guidance, who sent me to attendence, who sent me to main office, who sent me back to the nurses office, who sent me back to attendence to finally get my early dismissal slip.

That building is hell on ground.

11:20PM

My mom is sick.

She's ill, yeah, but for like a month now she's been having to go to all these things because there's an uncertainty in her breast exams, and today she had to go get an MRI, I guess, and I don't know what's going on, and I have nothing to distract me from it, and a friend of mine is pissed off at me because apparently my inability to voice my feelings is offensive, and she thinks I'm mad at her. I do not need this, yet I bring it onto myself. I feel so fucking helpless right now. I don't know what to do. And, well, I doubt anyone really actually cares.

Current mood: rejected

11:19PM

I speak a foreign language or something.

9:39PM

Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I’ll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.

Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse.

8:35PM

What Makes You Purr? by bluemystique82
Name:
Age:
Favorite Food:
You purr when:	you commit murder
You as a kitten:
Quiz created with MemeGen!

8:33PM

We were eating lunch at friendlies, first time in about 10 years. It was PACKED, and when we finally got seated, she said she would take awhile because she had a table before us. Dad was going to take a test for a job in 50 minutes so we were a little worried about being late. An entirely different waitress comes up, takes our orders, and leaves, then the second waitress came and started, then dad interupted by saying we had our orders taken by another waitress.

She had the left side of her face in our direction, and her eyes were glittering like murder, and my brain was playing slasher music. We could literally see her grind her jaw then leave.

Dad said something about there going to be a rumble in the kitchen now, and I said knife fight at friendlies. That provided some entertainment.

Our order came about 30 minutes later, and we assessed that it was late because A.) Crazy psycho waitress seemed to have a table cleaning fetish, and B.) the waitress who took our order musta been all bloodied up on the floor in the kitchen.

So they orders came, and mine came wrong. Dad was getting kinda pissed and impatient, because the job oppertunity was important to him, and said that that wasn't what I ordered.

She did her left face facing towards us thing, and glared right at me. "Well...I didn't take your order."

Then the waitress who took our orders came with the right plate...whew.

some other funny stuff happened afterwards. Dad spilled his drink accidentally on himself (which got him talking about how the new job fates must be against him), and I almost fell on my ass about 5 times leaving the restaurant. He got there on time, but...whee.

12:27PM - Experimentations

( buncha )

12:05PM

Watching gremlins. Fun.

School starts next week..ugh. Still haven't read Uncle Tom's Cabin...

fweeling lwonely wright wnow. sniffle.

Got contact refills yesterday. yeah. go me.

I have new pics of me, with Jasmine in the picture too. I'll post them sometime I guess. If ya wanna see my spiffy new clothes. Cause, like, i was wearing my new clothes, and stuff. Yeah.

Current mood: blank

11:45AM

So, in a few minutes I'm going to go eat at my brother's restaurant, hope I don't get poisoned;)

I'll have a rare and concise highlight day what the hell have you been up to smoogy update later. I promise.

4:27PM - My brain...my poor poor brain...

Your LJ Movie
LJ Username
Favorite word
Sparkle or twinkle?	sparkletwinkle
Sugar or spice?	sugarspice
Leather or silk?	leatherBONDAGE! I mean, erm... silk please...
Title of your LJ Movie	"Granny's Grand Pricks," voted #1 best gay porn by Steve Gaeto
The Hero	thenab
The Villain	polrua
Random character who dies in Scene I	sallizar
Your will be...	cut from the final version of the film
Will it be a hit? Magic 8 ball says...	(8) - Outlook not so good. - (8)
This cool quiz by wildlynx - Taken 273 Times. </a>

New - Kwiz.Biz Astrology

4:18PM - Damn straight.

Which Sin Are You?
Name
DOB
Favourite Color
You are...	Not a sin
This cool quiz by chibigarm - Taken 125528 Times. </a>

New - Kwiz.Biz Astrology and Horoscopes

3:02PM

I don't think I've ever had this feeling before. I feel like...I NEED to write this idea. that I NEED to complete it, to flourish it, to let it live a life of its own. I've always loved writing, but this...I feel like I'm in a rush today, and I don't know why. I feel like I need to know and develope each and every single detail of this, or it will die, and so will I.

I haven't written anything in months, much less create something completely new that has nothing to do with my former obsessive writing world.

Arrrgh...I'm even writing ideas pen to paper for christs sake. I've never done that. I hate handwriting.

Current mood: creative