It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

.So basically I have had an extremely tough week in school. I have had an incredible amount of work. I had three tests, and four projects, including a video that I had to film between schedules and a monologue I had to find and memorize within a matter of a couple of days.

Added to that was a gargantuan amount of homework that kept me without any sort of rest until eight at night every day, if not later. I am usually tolerant of doing work, for I am used to doing due to my perfectionism that is close to becoming obsessive compulsive disorder. However, this week was just on the verge of being too much for me. I missed American Idol. You do not come between Steven Tyler, Randy Jackson, Jennifer Lopez, Ryan Secrest and I. Get this; I was so stressed that even my WORLD GEOGRAPHY TEACHER asked me if I was stressed. Yeah, you have to get me really to the edge for that to happen.

In one week, I had to film a video for a science project on the skeletal system, which frankly wasn't the most challenging thing on the pile of inconviniences, but was something that I could have used without. Next came a world geography project which was basically an itinerary I had to do for a vacation to Brazil, which caused me a considerable amount of stress due to a technology issue that caused an entire day's work to be deleted. I had to start all over. Plus I had a language arts project in which I had to plan, outline, and perfect an entire 3-5 minute speech on Hawaii.

But probably the most stressful of the projects was actually the monologue I had to find in order to qualify for an audition. Drama is the class that basically gets me through the day, and is probably the only thing that makes me not want to just drop to the floor in restlessness. It is a class in which I have an opportunity to practice and do something I actually enjoy doing and that I am actually good at, as well as have an incredibly fun time and laugh uncontrollably at some of the most hilarious stuff that I get to see through the regular week. Therefore, the opportunity to get into the Advanced Drama class was one I was very eager to take, and one I very much wanted to get into.

To be honest, I really didn't think finding a monologue would be so frustrating and difficult. Let me just say this; the internet is useless. I looked for a monologue in the internet for two days, which was something that kept me working until ten at night, and believe it or not, I COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING!!! And just to tell you how desperate I was, I actually went to the library to look for a book on monologues. Eventually I did decide upon a monologue I found from a play called The Foreigner.

However, I would be lying if I said that the week could have ended better. The itinerary and video projects are still going on, but I gave my speech to find that both the people in my class and my teacher enjoyed it a lot, and performed my monologue, which I believe I did well in. I found out the person who used to be my best friend is moving back into town, and I still have the Academy Awards to look forward to.

But the best part of the entire week was definetly today. So it began with a plan for me, Red Sunshine (from Polished With Dust,) and another really close friend of ours to go to a store called Yogurtland, where they sell extremely good yogurt, but ended in us obsessively attempting to exercise/lose weight (not me because if I lost weight I would probably disapear) by jogging around the Town Center like loonatics. But then we ruined our healthy theeme by going to Starbucks. Thank god for how easy we get tired, how close Starbucks was from where we were jogging, and how much we craved passionfruit iced-tea, iced mochiatos, and lattes.

We probably sat in Starbucks for like two hours just talking about what show trio we would best fit as. In the end we came up with Oprah, Ellen DeGeneres, and Dr. Phil. Then, we ran into three of our friends, and we all sat in a couch filled corner of talking, a cup of coffee in one hand, a camera phone on the other. I tell you, this was just like an episode of Friends, except with a somewhat less awesone coffee shop and a city much, much, much, much, much smaller than New York. All that we needed was the cheesy laugh lines in the background and we were set!

I'm already excited, and I've already planned how we are going to take over the Starbucks and make our entire lives a teenage version of Friends. First we have to familiarise ourselves with the people who work there (to the point where we know them on a first name basis) and then we have to come with enough frequency and concistensy for us to be able to just come in and say "Michelle, we will have the usual!" "Sure! One tall passion fruit iced tea, one tall iced mochiato, and one tall latte coming up!" Yeah, we've decided to name the two people that have worked at the Starbucks Michelle and Jason.

As Red Sunshine so cleverly pointed out, I watch too many chick flicks.

So that was my week. It was terrible, but ended well. This weekend I will rest like never before and enjot the Oscars, and then I will wake up on Monday and go to school, as I will have to for many years to come. How was your week? How did it end? Do you care about the Oscars at all? I want to know. Lol jk tell me if you want. And if you are reading this then congrats, you have read this entire post (or just skipped to the end.)

She's on the right track baby, she was born this way (in an egg).

So Lady Gaga has a new song out called "Born This Way," and a LOT of people are saying it sounds like Madonna's "Express Yourself", while it really doesn't... I mean if you listen to the songs side by side, sure, you will find some similarities - just as you will with any two pop songs.

I mean sue her! She sings the same type of music as Madonna and they have similar voices. That doesn't mean that she is or is trying to copy Madonna. I mean I myself enjoy her music, and if you don't that I respect that, but please have a valid oppinion rather than she is copying Madonna. Because, uh, no... Just let her and her meat dresses be.

So Sunday was a very Gaga day for me (I hate myself for writing that sentence.) Before the Grammys I saw an interview of her on 60 Minutes were she admitted to smoking pot, even though I doubt anyone thought she DIDN'T smoke pot. And then the Grammys came. And she arrived in an egg.

... *sigh*

I'm kinda over Lady Gaga's wierd wardrobe choices, and frankly I have been done with being surprised by them since her meat dress. But an egg? Seriously? Besides that, however, she acted semi-normally. I mean her performance was as close to human as its ever gonna get (even though I liked it) and she didn't wear any animal byproducts, dangerous objects, or bizarre machinery, so in a way I was happy about it.

And as for the Grammy's, they sucked. I mean I'm not gonna stand here and try to tell you I am in any position to tell you anything about music - because I'm not. But to be honest I felt that it wasn't the best Grammy's there have ever been. Starting with the fact that basically it was all a big concert, and there were barely any awards. We all appreciate performances, but um, it's still and award show! Hand out more than five awards, if you will!

And the awards they did hand out were not anything to cheer for (for me.) Lady Antebellum won like five awards (including song of the year and record of the year, maybe? I won't pretend I did my homework on this one,) and while their song Need You Now was pretty, the other nominess would have made me much more enthusiastic towards the show. And what's up with that little banjo band that won Album of the Year? Seriously? They gave the only performance that I genuinly disliked and they won ALBUM OF THE YEAR?
Plus there was Best New Artist, which I think Florence and the Machine should have won, or some of the other nominess, but then comes this little cello girl. I'm sorry, this girl may play the cello very well, and what do I know? Maybe she is amazing, but I'd have prefered for even Justin Bieber to have won. And thats a bold statement right there. Probably the only time I'll ever say it.

I guess that it really comes down to the music, which wasn't really as good this year as it was last year. But whatever. Let the world be. Let the little cello girl have her moment of fame, let Lady Antebellum have their year of glory, let Lady Gaga hatch from her way (she was born this way, baby), let Cee Lo Green dress up as a Brazilian peacock themed backstage dancer and play the piano while giving a duet with Gwenyth Paltrow.

And by the way, Happy Valentine's Day. I'll write about it sometime I have more energy. I hope you bought lots of chocolate for people who won't eat half of them. I hope you know they love you, and that you just wasted half of the money you spent on something that won't be consumed :)

You may say that I am a dreamer...

But I'm not the...
Uhh I give up. I can't think of a comeback, so I'm just gonna give up now.

Yes, I am a dreamer, but in the words of the Beatles:
I am the Eggman, they are the eggmen, I AM THE WALRUS!!!

Sorry. What were we talking about again?

Oh yeah. I find that I like to plan most of my life ahead of me, and I somehow assume that everything will happen as I picture it will in my mind. And even when it doesn't, I don't seem to learn my lesson.

For a demonstration, I will show you what type of place I want to live in one day. To begin, this is basically my house (in a very undetailed way. don't worry, my house is actually much bigger than that, its just I don't want to spend too much time doodling on Paint...)

First off, the house I would one day like to live in has to be a two story house.

And it will be in the mountains.

Nevermind, its a three story house. And it has an elevator, a chimney, AND a rooftop pool. And the elevator is blue.

And next to it I have a shorter yet wider house.

And the second section of the house has a large tower.

And theres a cool little tunnel thing that connects the two sections of my house. And the rooftop of the bottom portion of the second section is a restaurant!

And the roof of the tower is an observatory, and theres a huge waterfall next to the house.

And the top of the tunnel that connects the two sections of the house is actually a plane runway, and the fourth floor of the second section is actually the boarding station/waiting room. Plus, there is this little deck that lets you get up close to the waterfall and completely soak yourself. Additionally, there is a tree on the top of the third mountain from the left that is actually a secret passage to the house, which you enter through the flower pot in the restaurant.

And also it has a movie theater on the top floor, a Starbucks on the second floor, and a Barnes and Noble on the third.

This house is so amazing that it hasn't even been built and the 93rd Academy Awards are already set to be hosted there by Oprah.

You're jealous.

5 Things I'd Prefer To Be Butterflies

So recently, my friend Flossing Sunshine  Red Sunshine (sorry Sunshine, I just forget every time) made a post about 5 things she hated. And she tagged everyone who read it. So I was like "Damn. She tagged me. Now I have to do this."

By the way, you know who Flossing Sunshine Red Sunshine is? (damn. it gets me every time.) You know... The girl who owns the blog "I Know Where Your Mom Lives"?
Just kidding. Shes not that stalkerish.
She owns a blog called polishedwithdust (thats polished with dust, not polish Ed with dust. Yeah, worry not, I made that mistake the first time too.) Well Polished With Dust is super hilarious and you should read it sometime.

Well now I have to post about things I hate. Which really is hard for me to do because I don't consider myself to really hate anything. I just strongly dislike things. But this list is supposed to be called 5 Things I Hate. Not 5 Things I Strongly Dislike. So I have to list five things I hate. But saying that just agonizs me so I will have to call it

5 Things I'd Prefer To Be Butterflies

That way I don't feel so guilty. Because if those things were butterflies, they would only have a lifespan of 2 weeks, but I wouldn't feel guilty because I turned them into beautiful animals while they were living. For 2 weeks. (Well i don't think they are beautiful. its their faces. Not at all atractive. But no animal that I think is beautiful dies as a 2 week lifespan. so yeah.)


Thing That I'd Prefer To a Butterfly #1:
Jokes I Do Not Understand.

Everytime I hear a joke, I feel obligated to laugh. Because the reason I don't laugh is either because
a) the person isnt a good storyteller
b) I am not smart enough to hear the joke
c) I just didnt get it

If the person just told a bad joke, I feel like I need to laugh so the person doesn't feel bad. If it's because I'm not smart enough to understand it, I have to laugh so I don't seem to be unsmart. And if I didn't get it, I laugh anyway because or else someone will probably come up and say "laughing makes you live longer." Which is something I completely dislike, but not enough to wish it were a butterfly.

And when I do laugh, something usually happens that makes me wish I hadn't laughed.

Situation A)
Person: And so he hides the pepper shaker in the garbage disposal! Hahahahahahahaha
Me: Hahaha (?)
Person: Wait how old are you?
Me: *insert age here*
Person: Dude, you aren't supposed to get this... How do you know what *insert thing I'd rather not have heard* is?

Situation B)
Person: And so he hides the pepper shaker in the garbage disposal! Hahahahahahahaha
Me: Hahaha (?)
Person: Oh, so you've watched *insert television show/movie*?
Me: Um, sure...
Person: Really, whats your favorite part/episode?
Me: Um......

Situation C)
Person: And so he hides the pepper shaker in the garbage disposal! Hahahahahahahaha
Me: Hahaha (?)
Person: Dude, you don't get it. Its an inside joke.



Thing I'd Prefer To Be A Butterfly #2
Homework

School is supposed to have a purpose. That purpose is to have us learn. In school. Which is why we go there. If we wanted to learn in our homes we wouldn't go to school. But they give us "home" "work" anyways. Its all a complete oxymoron. I dearly hope I spelled that correctly.

Not only does homework take up your time. To me anything that takes away time isn't only that. It takes away time, life, dignity. (I don't know where that last part came from. i'm just really pissed at homework right now.)

And besides that, it gives you fake hope.
"I'm so glad I'm almost done with this homework." 3 hours later. "Damn..."
"I'm so glad winter break's almost here, no more homework for 3 weeks!" One week later Teacher: "And so here you have this 21 day reading log to complete during winter break. And don't forget to do #3-9 in the workbook. Have a fun vacation everyone!" "DAMN."
"I'm so glad its finally summer! No more homework for three months!" 3 months later. Teacher: "So you must complete #1-57. Thats it." "&%*$#@"


Thing I'd Prefer To Be A Butterfly #3
Lines

No, not like geometrical lines. Waiting lines. Ugh.

Anything designed to keep you waiting automatically aquires my wanting for it to be a butterflies just because of its existence.

Don't get me wrong. I am a patient person (gosh this post is taking too long to write...) But sometimes, waiting lines just tick me off.

There are two kinds of lines. Hidden lines  and exposed lines. I know that sounds like some reference to Law & Order, but its not.

Hidden lines are awful. An example would be a line in an amusement park. You never know how long it is, how tiresome it is, or how long you will be standing in it.  It is agony. You think you are almost there, then you are not.

Exposed lines dont have any clothes. JUST KIDDING! Exposed lines are lines that you can see (all the way!) and so you know just how slow it is going, and how much time you will have to stand its annoying existance.



Thing I'd Prefer To Be A Butterfly #4
Awkward Moments

Why? Why Wolfie?

Because, they are just awful. And there are only a few ways to break them.

Awkward Turtle.
Punch the closest wall.
Punch the closest window.
Punch the closest person.
Pretend to pass out.
Pass out.
Break into song.
Break into dance.
Break something.
Say something random.
Eat.
Pray.
Love.
Impersonate Antoine Dodson.
Tell everyone to hide and later insist it was because someone was climbing their windows and snatching their people up.
Impersonate the Double Rainbow guy.
Double rainbow all the way across the sky.
What does this mean.
Its so bright and so vivid.

I'm sorry, what were we talking about?


Thing I'd Rather Be A Butterfly #5
I Am Your Father

Bet you didn't see THAT comming.

Instructions Not Included

There are many, many, MANY, many many many, MANY things I hate about the world. I would go in depth, but frankly, I
a) am currently installing a software
b) can NOT multitask (not on a weekend, anyway. I save the hard word for the week days.)
c) I am too tired, and honestly, too lazy.
d) I doubt you will have the patience to read the full list
e) I doubt Blogger has enough data space for me to post a post that long.

One of the many, many, etc... things I dislike about the world is that anything (which includes ANYTHING) you buy nowadays, comes with instructions. It bothers me that the simplest things come with instructions, because besides being uneeded, unusful, and unread, these uneeded instructions are what I blame for the now nonexistent part of the Amazon rainforest, some of which has been cut down for paper, which has been used for things as useless as instructions on how to work a set of kitchen measuring cups.

Lets be honest. Even when we know instructions are necessary, we never actually read them. It usually goes something like this.

"Ooh. Neat. A lamp."
"Ugh, why do these boxes come with such difficult packaging..."
"MOOOM!!! Do you have a bandaid?"
"No, I didnt cut myself trying to open this box. pshh, nooo, psh..."
"Ooh. Instructions."
"Step 1.... ugh. Im bored. I dont need this. I know how to build a lamp."
"Wait is this screw G or screw R?... Oh jesus were did valve A17 go?"
"Why isnt the tube fitting into the base? Ugh..."
"Oh screw this lamp. I like to be in the dark better anyways..."

And worst of all, when we do read the instructions, we finish reading them pretty much knowing LESS than what you started out with, because not only were the instructions overly simple or undesipherable, but you got so bored/confused that you forgot some of the things you already knew about the subject matter.

As I told you before, I am installing a software into the computer. I ordered it a couple of days ago, and I just got it in the mail. It was a small box with neat drawings on it. So there I am, all happy I am add yet one more software to the infinite collection I have, open the box, and...

Oh my dear Mary, mother of Jesus...

You would expect such a simple software to come with maybe one or two disks.
Ha. I wish.

I open the box and out come tubling FIVE different disks, and THREE different sets of instructions.

The software was blessed that I didn't give up on the spot.

I take a closer look at the three instructions. One of them reads "INSTALLING THE SOFTWARE." At that point I was practically hearing angel music in the background.

I open it.

Step 1: Install CD #1.

I look at the CD's. All of them say one thing, and one thing only: the name of the software.

@#*$&%

If you are going to give crappy instructions like that, you might as well not give any.

Eventually, I managed to install the damn thing. I say eventually because I would like to hold on to the bit of dignity I hold towards technology.

"Good Mornin-" "Oh shut up."

No. I dont like to wake up, and due to intuition (please tell me I am using this word correctly. because Ive heard it numerous times, and have always wanted to know its meaning. it is one of those moments that using this word seems appropriate,) I have a feeling you aren't a fan of it either.

If intuition means stalkerness (which I dearly, dearly hope it doesn't) than I must have come out as some cyberstalker. I swear I'm not. I'm just someone who finds a way of communicating my thoughts and ideas through the internet... gosh I need to find something constructive to do with my free time.

My point is that I confidently believes anyone finds joy in interupting their rest, which is crucial for your brain to function properly, and for you to live. As I have previously mentioned in a post you can find here, falling asleep is -- to say the least -- difficult for me to achieve. While waking up isn't nearly as challenging, it still is awfully irritating to do. Sleep is just a burden for me. No, scratch that, entering and exiting sleep is a burden.

Ugh. Subconsiousness is unecessarily annoying sometimes.

If sleeping wasn't necessary to maintain consiousness during daytime, or weren't so relaxing and peaceful and just so AMAZING, then I wouldn't sleep. It is far way too challenging to enter or exit it.

When I have to wake up, there are only a few things that detain me from remaining in my peaceful and stressless state of subconsiousness.
1) Knowing that if I don't wake up I will miss school and the next day I will have no free time at ALL with all the make up work I have. (note: oes not apply to the weekend. well, none of these apply to the weekend. the only thing that applies to the weekend is me running out of sleepiness.)
2)Morning Shows

The Today Show, in particular. That is the show that wakes me up in the mornings. I only became aware of this of the Today Show's importance to my success in avoiding unsuccessfullness when I attended a screening of Morning Glory, which will come later this month. (and which I will be reviewing in my other blog, TicketBoothTales. please go to the bottom of this post for an additional message on the subject)

I just ran out of things to say. So I guess the message at the bottom is pointless to be called the message at the bottom if you can see it without even scrolling down. Whatever.

(MESSAGE: If you haven't yet subscribed to this blog or my other blog, Ticket Booth Tales, the link to which you can find in the sidebar, then it would be a huge help if you did. I put a great deal of work on these blogs, and it would mean alot if you followed them. Kudos to Sharkie, who I know actually reads TBT occasionally, and along with SOME of you (ahem, ahem,) follows it. You dont HAVE to follow TBT, but it would mean a lot if you gave it a look and subscribed/followed it too. Thanks fo' yo' time', ya'll. adios)

Politics, Holidays, and Christine O'Donnell, who is NOT a witch.

This week, our World Geography class had us vote for every election currently happening in the state of Florida. I was expecting seeing a pole with Governor, Senator, and all that basic stuff, but the categories were never ending. I don't see the point in the Schools System having students do this, for practically all of us (well me, anyway) saw little scribles instead of the thousands of unfamiliar names the polls asked us about. There was only one name I recognized, and that was Charlie Christ. So I think you can guess for whom I voted for Senator.

I really hope you don't think I am some sort of illiterate and arrogant college student living in a messy college dorm who has no knowledge about politics, because I have not yet reached the age in which I can vote. I "voted" for a Schools poll. It was very unreasonable. And it reminded me of a discussion we had in World History the other day on whether or not kids should be able to vote. Half of the people were in favor of this, and the more I think about it, the more utterly ridicuolous, preposterous, and laughable this thought becomes. Most of the defence statements made had to do with "we will be affected too" and "we are better educated than some adults out there."

ha.

Ha.

HA.

Humor me.

And this isn't me being full of myself by comparing myself to my mostly naive peers, for I won't even pretend I know half of the terms I hear on CNN, and confess I find politics to be one of the most boring things I can put my mind on. My complete stupidity towards politics was made clear to me when I began to search amongst the list of candidates for the numerous polls for the name "Christine O'Donnell." Later, I found out Christine O'Donnell was running for Delaware Senator. Delware is very far away from Florida.

The reason I was so interested in voting for Christine O'Donnell was because I saw a very peculiar add on the interenet endorsing her (once again my ignorance towards politics is displayed by my method for choosing whom to vote for.) In the add, the first thing she says is "I'm not a witch." And, of course, the first think that pops into my mind was...

They've been asking you what you'll be for Halloween too?

And then...

Shoot Halloween is this weekend!

Halloween has never been, is not, and never will be one of my favored holidays. Why?

1) I have to make a decision on what dress up as, and after the first decade or so, my creativity begins to drain.
2) I have to buy/make a costume. Ugh.
3) Candy is not something I am as attached to as most people are.
4) The idea of me having to prepare so drastically for an evening that consists of me walking all over the neighboorhood asking people for their treats, and offering an alterate option of tricks, makes me tired to even think about in itself
5) Just.... ughhh.

And while when the faithful evening does come I do always come along to having a very good time, I still don't consider it something to necessarily look forward to. I look forward to Fridays. I look forward to movies. I look forward to vacations. I look forward to finishing a project/assignment for the sole purpose of not having to waste time and life on it any longer. I do not ever quite look forward to Halloween.  Its more like one of those things you force yourself to do because you know you will end up enjoying it.

So when Christine O'Donnell says "I'm not a witch," I know that it is not because of the fact that her opponents often attack her with the fact that she used to dwell in witchcraft as a young adult, but because she too is tired of people asking her what she will be for Halloween, for she (like me) does not find much interest in the holiday.

However, I am afraid I am not completely sure on how to enterpret the part where she says "I'm you." She repeats this several times, so I think this must be the prominent message of the add, and the only coherent and relevant enterpretations of this I have are either:
a) She has identity crissis.
b) She is giving us permission to be her.

I am going to say that she meant option B, because it is more far more interesting and drastically less disturbing than option A, so since I now am Christine O'Donnell, I can legally say this:

I'm Chirstine O'Donnell, and I approve this message.
And I'm not a witch.

The Un-Eternal Sunshine of the Subconscious Mind

Never in my life have I found it easy to sleep. Its just my head is always filled with so many thoughts that falling into semi-consiousness is extremely difficult to achieve. However, I have arrived at the time in my life when it is especially difficult to fall asleep because not only do I have many thoughts about life and what not, but also of my, repeat, especially hectic schedule. With school, homework, and other irritations of life, it has never been more challenging to easily go to bed successfully. I think it doesn't help that I take a shower before I go to sleep, because it is very, very relaxing, and I guess I hope at the end of everyday that a shower is what it takes to get my mind off projects, homework, and --stop me before I begin listing. But while my strategy does work, it always seems to backfire.

It is true: taking a shower does wash away the worried thoughts of the day. But then, once you are stress free, you begin to think about the things that actually interest you, and this is the start of a process that is arguably just as bad as not being able to get stressful thoughts off your mind. With stresful thoughts, you don't want to think about them, but you kinda have to, for beside that being sorta how the human mind works, you always have that obligatory, crucial, yet occasionaly annoying feeling that you have to think about these things in order for your entire world not to explode due to a missed homework assignment or a failed project. With having thoughts about things you like, all the symptoms above apply, added to the fact that this time you want to things that interest you, which is a far more severe and powerful stimilus that conducts this bombardation of thoughts that will later on in the day make it seem impossible to fall asleep.

The shower is relaxing, but its peaceful pal does not last enough in my case, for after I take a shower, it is at least an hour and a half before I go to sleep, so it is inevitable that the Shower Effect will wear off. This is the point were the stressful thoughts begin to return, added to the thoughts off the things that actually interest me, to create a behemoth mass of thoughts comparable to the Atomic Bomb. And my ability to go to sleep is Hiroshima. Needless to say, it never goes very well for my ability to sleep.

And then I go to sleep. Horray! And the rainbows shine, the confetti falls, the angelic music is played, the crowd cheers,  andThe Hurt Locker wins best picture, oh joy oh joy, the credits roll in... And then I wake up.  I look at the clock. Only about five minutes have passed.

Yip dee doo...

Don't call her name, Alejandro

I don't know who you are, Alejandro, but if you're reading this, don't call her name.

So I thought Lady Gaga's Telephone music video was bizarre, but I didn't even know what was coming. I mean it is a song about a telephone, but the video is about her getting bailed out from prison and then going out on a killing rampage. I mean that video had everything from mind reading to cooking lesson; she gave you all but the kitchen sink- and she even gave us that on her tutorial of how to make a sandwich.

And now there is her Alejandro video. Damn. That was something, alright. Word of advice: you might not want to watch this at night by yourself unless you are the kind of self-distructive person who enjoys having nightmares. It was scary. I mean seriously, man, you do not wanna call this chick. This video was about this guy who died, so I'm thinking it was a warning, maybe. Like "this what gonna happen if you call my name, Alejandro."

You wanna know what I think? I think Alejandro is the same guy she and Beyoncé where telling to stop calling them in Telephone. Alejandro, she does not wanna talk anymore, you heard me? She's got her head and her heart on the dance floor, so just quit trying to talk to her. It's no use trying to call her name, either, and tell you what, I think you just crossed the line, cause in that video, she did not hint settling this over with a peace agreement; there was a coffin, dude. Oh, I see whats going on... You think that she wants your love and all your lovers revenge, and that you and her could write a bad romance! No, dude, she wasn't rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ing to you, cause if she wanted your romance so much, she wouldn't be telling you to shut up. I hate to break it to you, but she doesn't want to play a love game with you either; you just forget about her riding your disco stick now. She might have wanted to, but clearly you've screwed up, because thats two songs now in which she has been trying to tell you to shut up.

And Katy Perry, why did you even waltz in into this whole dillema, anyway? You were saying (well, tweeting really,) "Using blasphemy as entertainment is as cheap as a comedian telling fart jokes." Girl, this was between her and Alejandro; you did not have to butt in. I feel sorry for you because you know what this girl is capable of. Besides, you're not the one to talk. Using a bizarre made up candy world for a video is as cheap as an artist using blasphemy as entertainment.

So, Alejandro, Fernando, Roberto, and Katy Perry, you all better watch out now. Do not call her name, don't text her, dont tweet her, don't anything her.

-Bouncing Wolf

Roman Polanski and Water Bottles

So I finished reading my book today, its called The Ghost.
It's about this ghost writer.
Ooh la la you don't know what that means?
I'll explain.
Oh you do. I'll tell you anyways.
Its someone who gets hired by somewone who wants to write a book to write it for them, but the other person is the one who gets the most credit.
So in my book, this ex-prime minister of England hires this ghost writer to assist him with his memoirs (OMAIGOSH I DON'T WANT THIS TO DISTRACT YOU SO I'M WRITING IT IN PARENTHESIS. MEMOIRS IS PRONOUNCED MEM-WARS,) so the guy accepts. But the 'ghost' he learns that his predecesor died mysteriously and that his client is being charged with war crimes, and is in refuge in another country.
I read this book because it was made into a movie.
Then I found out the movie was directed by Roman Polanski.
Which is ironic because he is directing a movie about a guy who is running from a country because he is being charged with crime in another country... is it just me or did Roman Polanski just direct a movie about himself?

So today, I was in class. And in this class, I sit in the farthest seat from the door. So, naturally, I am usually the last one to leave. So just as about the bell was going to ring, I began slyly moving to empty seats closer to the door, one by one. I was really careful so the teacher wouldn't notice. And then, of course,

BAM

My damn water bottle fell on the floor with the loudest BAM you can ever imagine, and it didn't stop there. It just kept skipping on, with smaller but still loud BAMS.

So close, so close...

-Wolfie