Monthly Archive for February, 2008

For The First Time In Four Years And The Last Time For Four Years

Happy February 29th!

Ghosts In My Machine

Oh come and take this pain away
Oh come and take this pain away
Oh come and set my spirit free
I’ve seen too much
I know too much
I hurt too much
I feel too much
I dread too much
I dream too much
I’m caught up by the ghosts in my machine
I’m bruised and battered by the storm
Can’t find a place to keep me warm
My mind is broken and forlornI think too much
I do too much
I fall too much
I fail too much
I cry too much
I die too much
I’m haunted by the ghosts in my machine

Give me some of that medicine
To make me forget
(i can’t find it)
I need something easier
(can’t find it)
‘cuz I ain’t found it yet
I ain’t found it yet
I ain’t found it
Oh no no no

Oh womankind was born of pain
My soul keeps hurting just the same
Oh come and take this pain away

I give too much
Get used too much
I lose too much
Get bruised too much
I bleed too much
I need too much
I’m sleeping with the ghosts in my machine

I said I love you baby
Guess I always do
I said I love to baby
Guess I always do
I said I love you baby
Guess I always do

Can I Use Seven Words?

There was an article in New York magazine this week about the six-word memoirs contest sponsored by Smith Magazine. I decided to give it a go, and it’s turning out to be harder than I thought. There are tons of deep, intelligent, witty ones on their website, and this is the best that I can come up with:

Dear School: Gimme my life back.

Alright, it’s not that deep or insightful, but it holds true.  I’m terribly dissatisfied with school.  I know I’ve said this a million times, but it’s my blog so I’ll say it again.

Government is ridiculous.  I don’t learn anything.   Mr. O’Brien thinks he’s all that and wears disgusting sweater vests and gives us tests with questions that are way over our head.  I mean, come on.  I wake up at six every morning for this?  No way.

Chemistry has gone horribly wrong.  I got a 33% on her last test, and it brought my overall grade down 18% to a “D” (but it’s 60%, so it’s almost an “E”!).  This is the first time in my life that I’ve ever been failing a class this badly.  I do not particularly care for the feeling that is associated with this kind of failure.  I loathe my teacher.

Drama = Blasko = bad. I’m done with that woman.  I’m holding out for June, when I can cut all my ties to that department and finally be done with all the drama that it’s associated with.  It’s a waste of my time.

I want to do well in English class, I really do.  I just don’t care!  Ms. Dungey is really nice and she seems like a decent teacher, but I just don’t care about what we do in that class.  I’m sure it’s all valuable information that I miss when I don’t pay attention, but I’d rather be thinking about more important things than watching her explain her drawing of a toilet.

Independent Research, Algebra, and Spanish are the classes that I enjoy.  Independent Research is awesome because I don’t have to answer to some snotty, self-obsessed teacher (McAllister is pretty chill) and I can do what I want.  Spanish is tolerable because I love the language, but Spanish class this year is very unproductive.  And I have no idea why I like Algebra all of a sudden.  The Smartboard thing is pretty hella awesome, and Ms. Mayer is nice and a good teacher, but I thought I hated math.  Maybe not?

So yeah.  I can’t wait to graduate and get out of that school.  Save me.

Chocolate Overdose

Is that possible?  I’ve been binging on chocolate all day.

It all started out last night, when I asked my mom to grab a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups because we were supposed to have a party in Independent Research today.  Well, Mrs. McAllister is sick so she wasn’t here and everybody else forgot their stuff so we didn’t have the party.  I started to munch on them and munching turned into shoving them down my face all day.  Now, I feel disgusting.  I think my binging was fueled by the fact that I had just bombed a chemistry test (out of twelve questions, I answered three) and tests are work more than half of our grade in that class and I already have a 78% overall.

I think I should go for a run.

POTD: Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse

That Surprise That I Was Talking About….

Glasses

I got glasses, biyotch. It’s like watching life in HD. I love it.

Midwest Teen Sex Show

Babies are stupid. They don’t know anything and you have to feed them.” – I’m in love with this podcast. Watch it. Now. #

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I Like Clothes.

Not in a girl way, but in a normal way. I think clothes are a fun way to express yourself. I don’t go out ever week and spend hundreds of dollars on new clothes that I’m only gonna wear once like some people do, but I like to occasionally go out and pick up a new shirt or pair of jeans. Since my life has become horridly boring as of late and the other new Long Reach bloggers are really fashion-heavy, I’m going to give you an exclusive tour of my wardrobe. Exciting, I know.

Jeans

Jeans

Denim the staple of American wardrobe, and I am no exception. I have four pairs of jeans that I wear regularly, each of a different shade. I like having a “rainbow” because it allows me to have tons of different combinations of outfits. (All jeans pictured above are from Old Navy)

Sweaters

Sweaters

Sweaters rock. I have three that I wear regularly, all pictured above. The light blue one I got on clearance from Aeropostale a few years back (I don’t wear it that often, but I used to!). The red-striped and black- and gray-striped sweaters are cashmere/cotton blend sweaters from Old Navy that I picked up at the end of last year. I love them.

Hoodies

Hoodies

I’m not too huge on hoodies. They’re comfortable and pretty rugged, but I don’t wear them all too often. The majority of mine are gray, with two red and one brown. All from Old Navy. I think hoodies are good weekend clothes.

T-Shirts

T-Shirts

I wear t-shirts year-round. During the winter, my t’s are usually just thrown on under a hoodie or a sweater, but during the summer I put more thought in to what I wear. Pictured above are six of my favorite t-shirts. From top to bottom, left to right: My turqoise Grease shirt from last year, my green Disney shirt from last week, brown OCNJ shirt from over the summer, my purple/maroon Dr. Pepper ringer T from Kohls, a cool dark blue t-shirt from Old Navy a couple years back, and a blue Underdog ringer t-shirt from Kohls.

Polos

Polos

As with hoodies, I’m not huge on polos. These are probably the first polos that I’ve owned that I intend on wearing casually, and I got them all three last week from Old Navy for my Florida trip. They’re all striped pique polos, colors from left to right: light blue, dark blue, brown. I’m gonna be wearing these more over the spring/summer, so don’t expect to see these on me for a month of two.

Shirts

Shirts

Surprisingly, only one of these shirts is from Old Navy, the gray/black one on the left. It’s warm and comfy and goes with almost any t-shirt. The remaining three are from Aeropostale. I don’t wear the multi-colored striped one that often, but I wear the brown and red ones pretty often. Ironically, I blogged about the two shirts on the right back in December and complained about them, but ended up buying them on clearance for ten dollars a few weeks later (if you haven’t noticed yet, most of my Aeropostale clothing was bought on clearance!).

So there you have it. An exclusive tour of my wardrobe. One of the things that I strive for is versatility; I like to be able to mix and match. I wear tons of different t-shirts under my black flannel shirt (right now, I’m wearing an orange one. A few weeks ago, I wore my Grease t-shirt under it), I can wear my red and white Aero shirt under my red-striped Old Navy sweater to mix it up, I can wear different colors of denim with my gray hoodies, etc. Otherwise, I’d spend too much money on tons of clothes that I can only wear with one outfit. No thank you!

Note to Self

Never go running with your glasses again.  Ever.  It will make you terribly nauseous and uncomfortable for two hours.