JOSALYN IS MY FRIEND AND SHE THROWS GOOD PARTIES

This post is way overdue, but there have been considerable road blocks stopping me from writing about Josalyn's birthday party. They include, but are not limited to: me asking for pictures of the party and no one giving them to me, me waiting for people to give me pictures, and my forgetfulness.

Roadblocks aside, I'm going to write about it now. Let's get one thing straight first: Any party Josalyn throws is guaranteed to be a smash. She is one cool cat, and I love chilling with her. In honor of her 15th birthday a couple of weeks ago, Josalyn rounded up me and a bunch of our other friends, and we partied hard.

The party started around one o clock in the afternoon. When I arrived Josalyn and my other friend Matt were blowing up balloons (Matt, since I mentioned your name you can have a post tag now). Josh, another friend, was fiddling with the radio trying to find the most obnoxious radio station to tune it to. He decided upon the Opera station. I was hoping for cool jazz. Anyhow, more of our friends started showing up, and once all the balloons were blown up, the party began.

For approximately an hour we hung out in Josalyn's living room, chatting, eating the snacks provided, and throwing balloons at each other. The balloon battle was fierce, and many balloons were popped in the process. I feel like it's not really a party unless there's been a latex sacrifice. After we killed off most of the balloons, we went out to Josalyn's backyard and whacked the piñata. You read that right: WHACKED THE  PIÑATA. Did I mention I don't really think it's a party unless there's a piñata?

The piñata was huge, and I am guessing it was pretty authentic, because it was heavy and made out of like 12 layers of newspaper. It was a giant green bull, and it wouldn't break apart for nothing. Part of the problem may have been that we were using a whiffle bat, and that the bat bent after being hit against the piñata too much. We eventually had to switch to a baseball bat. The baseball bat is what did it in, in the end, after much persuasion (persuasion, in this case, is the piñata being whacked repeatedly on the neck). After the piñata finally broke, we reaped the spoils by all jumping onto the candy as fast as possible. I took all the BlowPops.

I had someone take a picture of me with the piñata carcass that I wanted to post, but alas, I do not know what happened to this picture. After the piñata fiasco, we went back inside and Josalyn opened her gifts, and it was all good fun, really. Unfortunately, three o clock came too soon, and I had to leave. I bought some time though by not flagging my mom down when she was driving, lost, through the neighborhood.

Josalyn, I am so sorry it took me so long to write this post. You're such a great friend and I'm sorry if you felt like I was putting you off, which I promise I was not trying to do intentionally. I hope you liked this summary of your birthday party <> <>

FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO!!!!

FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO :D :D :D :D :D :D

I love this holiday, mostly because I feel like I can blabber in Spanglish and people will be slightly less annoyed by it. This was also the day that I started my period back in seventh grade, and while that admittedly puts a damper on this holiday, I try to hold my head high (I'll spare you all by not telling the details.) But I suppose it is sort of majestic that I stepped into womanhood on one of my favorite holidays.

Today I'm going to chill with Josalyn in honor of her birthday, and I am pretty freaking pumped. I hope to have lots of fabulous stories that I can update with later.

Adiós!

Party Cat

Just do me a favor and read this, okay?

http://nedroid.com/2009/05/party-cat-full-series/

I found this at the beginning of this school year and forgot about it until today.

Sketch Lyfe

Remember that post I wrote earlier today that was slightly passive aggressive in nature?

I am going to add context now.

It all started yesterday afternoon while I was hanging out with my friend Amber and a few others at her birthday bash. Like the cool kids we are, we partied it up at a hotel. Our room- nay, our suite, was situated on the sixth and uppermost floor of the hotel. Just outside of our room was the balcony, and it wrapped around the entire hotel building, so we could walk all the way around if we so desired (which, as it would turn out, we so desired).

While we were relaxing out on the concrete balcony, looking out at the beautiful world around us,  Amber made a very interesting exclamation:

"That pan asian restaurant looks really sketch."

Now, for those of you who don't know what 'sketch' means, here is a simple explanation:

Sketch: adjective

-mysterious, sketchy, questionable in nature.

Ex: That man wearing aviators and a trench coat is very sketch. 

This comment about the restaurant was extremely, almost unbelievably accurate. Just look at these pictures and tell me that this restaurant does not look sketch.

Yes, sketch indeed.

So sketch. I think the reason it looked so sketch to us is primarily because we had a fabulous view of the roof of the restaurant, which looked a little creepy. Maybe it's just me, but for once in my life, I don't think it's just me. 

Another interesting event that transpired at this party was we wandered around the same balcony as before, but we went all the way around the building. Since we had previously gone swimming, we were all wearing our swim garb/bras/actual clothing (we all had some varying clothing choices). Everything was going swimmingly, our rendition of 'Beez in the Trap' being belted to the high heavens, when quite unexpectedly, we passed by a window. Not just any window. A floor to ceiling window that was spread about three window spans wide. Inside the window was a bunch of adults sitting in a dining hall. We proceeded to flip the heck out and we all skipped town. And by skipped town I mean we shrieked and ran away as fast as we could, then snuck back over to the windows and ran like maniacs in front of them again. I am quite positive we seemed absolutely sketch to the people sitting in the dining hall. 

All in all, it was a great party, and I wish I could write more about it, but I feel I have covered the highlights quite nicely. 

Also, this whole time I've been writing this post, I've been listening to this song. I've never posted a song from youtube onto my blog before, but I think if you click on the image it'll play the song? Enjoy :)

I just really like The Vaccines okay? </3

Haiku Sunday (for the first time in forever)

This morning I was looking through my sock drawer trying to find my favorite socks, and I found a worksheet from Foods class. The only thing I have written on it is my name.

 I don't know how to feel about this.

Anyway, until I finish all of my posts I'm working on, enjoy this masterpiece:

Pan asian cuisine;

Beer: a dollar sixty eight.

Dang, that place be sketch

I swear I'll add some context to that later. Just wait...

Unst. Unst. Unst.

Today was my friend Amber's birthday. Me and two other friends of mine planned a little... surprise party for her. Since we had YET ANOTHER late start at school this week, we thought that it would be a great opportunity to throw Amber a little par-tay. Last night we baked her some cupcakes, and wrapped up her presents in preparation for today.

This morning ended up being a magical experience for everyone involved, and the cupcakes were numerous in quantity and explosive in flavor. Amber, being the cutie patootie she is, had a great time. At least, I hope she did! Otherwise she's just a really good actress. So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMBER!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D <3 (See this? It doubles as a heart AND a party hat. 2X BEST FRIEND LOVE COMBO)

In other news, this morning my friend Lia told me she wanted to be mentioned in a blog post. Unfortunately her name isn't different colored because I don't have a website to link her to, because I don't know any of her tumblr url's. Wait... Lia. There we go. Now her name is colored.

I hope you all had a wonderful, magical, wonderful, fabulous, exciting, flamboyant, colorful, exuberant day.

Oops, I just realized I had typed 'wonderful' into that list twice. There. Fixed.

Side note to Amber: I hope you read this, chickidee! How's it feel to finally be one of the cool kids? >:D (aka, 15 year olds)

Here We Go Again

I feel like I haven't legitimately posted in quite some time. Tonight I thought I would express via pie chart (YESSSS) why I haven't been stirring up more posts for you all. The internet is the problem here. It's too addicting, and I'm caught under its spell.

Sorry for the sloppy screenshot. I don't really feel like redoing it.

Anywho, this is the reason I haven't been blogging. At all. It's also the reason why I don't have my closing argument prepared for a debate I have to take part in, in Economics tomorrow. I plan on winging it. I'm sure I'll have some delightfully cringe-worthy story to share with you all about it soon enough. 

EDIT: My team and I actually ended up winning the debate. While the experience was cringe-worthy in more than one aspect, I never really got around to posting about it. I'm sure if I tried to now, it'd be really irrelevant. 

Life Keeps Happening

I was sifting through my drafts and I found this gem. I don't think I ever posted a finished version of it, so here it is, in all of its glory. Remember my Tic-Tac dilemma I had a couple of months ago? Apparently I wrote this and never published it...? Anyway, enjoy, if you will.




I was thinking today about how at some point in time, I may run out of sassy/interesting things to say on my blog. I also worried that I would run out of entertaining stories to tell about my past shenanigans. But then I realized, that my life won't stop, and that I'll constantly be experiencing new and exciting things.


For instance, just the other day, I found some Tic Tacs in my room as I was getting ready to leave home. I stuck them in my bag and headed out the door, excited about life. I popped four Tic Tacs in my mouth, and let the minty sensation take over. And then, I had four more tic tacs, and then five more, and then a couple more, and finally, I'd had fifteen Tic Tacs in under one hour. And my stomach hurt. Bad.

I'm not entirely sure if the Tic Tacs were to blame for my intestinal distress, but as a lesson, never eat more than your fair share of Tic Tacs in under an hour.

Another case of interesting occurrences happened when I ate a pickle for breakfast. This was a delicious pickle that had been soaking in a flavorful brine, and it was calling to me when I woke up at 9 am on Saturday. Even though I knew it wouldn't agree with me that early in the morning, I ate it anyway, and was enjoying every savory minute of it. 

My glorious pickle. It was tasty.

In the end, I did end up with a nasty stomach ache, and learned that I should never eat a single pickle for breakfast, and nothing else. 

Ahh, the memories. I'm still not really able to fully enjoy Tic-Tacs or pickles anymore. The wounds haven't healed... not yet. I'm also not quite sure what possessed me use the words 'flavorful brine' to describe my pickle. God, I was weird. 

As you probably know, I pride myself on knowing how to play a little somethin' somethin' on the ukulele. It doesn't matter that my skills are, how you might say, below par. Recently, though I've come across a slight issue. I'm running out of ideas of songs to learn how to play. I've left it up to you, the reader, to give me suggestions, because I'm all out of good ideas. Is this lazy? Yes. Is it a little selfish? Also yes. But I want to hear what you guys think! So, comment away!

Saturday Adventures

Fun fact about me: I am a baton twirler.

Yeah, it's sort of weird, but I like being able to do it because it's allowed me to perform all over in my town, as well as across the country! Of course, though, all of these trips and performances cost money, which is sometimes hard to come by. That's why last night, I was working at my baton studio's Spaghetti Dinner fundraiser.

I was scheduled to work from 4 to 8 pm, handing out breadsticks. I assumed that it would be a pretty easy job, low stress and such. I was right... sort of. As predicted, it wasn't a very taxing activity, but for those of you who have never worked at a Spaghetti Dinner, you don't know the distress one can feel after asking some six hundred people if they'd care for a breadstick.

It doesn't sound like it'd be bad, but saying the phrases, "Would you like a breadstick?" and "Yes, you can have two breadsticks" for four hours straight is mind numbing. My throat actually started going hoarse. Also, around the second hour, my legs and feet started to ache.

The area where the breadstick table was set up was right next to a wall that separated the gym I was in from the other gym, where an auction was taking place. I have never attended an auction, so I don't know how they work, but I have the slightest inclination to believe that the one going on next door was slightly unorthodox. They were blasting dance music, the kind that has an "unst unst unst" back beat that pounds in the background. Since I was right next to the dividing wall, I could hear the back beat all night. It started to make me go a little crazy, and it made me wonder if I was hearing things. To test my sanity, I pressed my palm up against the wall, and sure enough, it was vibrating in time with the music. It felt like the wall had a heart beat. Slightly perturbed, I just shook it off.

Fortunately, I managed to survive, and I was able to give back to people who have done so much for me over the years. It was rewarding being able to help out in the end, but all I'm going to say is that if I help out again next year, I am not serving breadsticks.

Not Today...

I decided I wasn't going to post about the whole 21 day challenge thing today because writing multiple posts about it is becoming troublesome, and I want to post about other stuff. Also, I forgot to wear my complaining bracelet today.

So, thanks to my friend Liz, who graciously gave me blog suggestions, I have decided what I would post about today.

School.

Ah, yes, I have made brief mentions of this magical and sometimes quite awkward environment which I must force myself to attend each day. But now I have decided I would delve deeper into my daily experiences there.

I'll start with today. My day had been going swimmingly until about an hour before school let out. See, I carry a reusable water bottle around school with me because I am so caring for the environment like that. Unfortunately, I managed to leave my water bottle in my Geometry class room and continue onto my last class of the day, Child Development.

Once I arrived in Child Development I promptly realized that something was not right. It took me a minute to realize that I did not have my water bottle. I asked my friends if they had seen it, but no one knew where it was. I asked my teacher to let me leave the classroom so I could do some sleuthing, and she agreed (which I find surprising, because I ask to leave her classroom all the time to do various things within the school, but she never really seems to care...)

After beginning my quest to find the missing water bottle, I had to do some back tracking. Of course I did not know at the time that I had left the water bottle in my Geometry classroom, so I wandered aimlessly for sometime trying to think of where it could be, until I ran into some of my friends. After a quick chat informing them of my plight, I figured it was about time I return to Child Development.

With a broken spirit and still water bottle-less, things were not looking up. Eventually the final bell chimed and school was let out. I decided to go back and search more for my water bottle. At this point in time, you may be wondering why I wanted my water bottle back so badly, and that is because it is my only good water bottle that is the correct size for me, and I was not going to let it get away that easily (Didn't you just love that run on sentence?)

Eventually, after some more fruitless searches in other classrooms, I walked up the stairs to my Geometry room. It was locked. I proceeded to loose control and ape out, until I realized that there might be a teacher around who could unlock the door for me. I asked the nearest teacher I found if I could gain access into the classroom.

"Sure," she said, "just lock the door after you."

I gratefully took the keys from her hand and walked to the door that was approximately 3 feet from her desk. I awkwardly fumbled with the keys for a moment, and then spent the next 30 seconds trying to unlock the door. Why it took me that long, I'm not sure. But in the end, like a shining beacon in the night, I saw my water bottle sitting on the floor. I did an internal happy dance, picked it up, and walked out the door, locking it behind me and returning the keys to the teacher. I proceeded to strut out of the school, thinking to myself,

"Man, when did you become so awesome?"

And that's the end of that. I hope I didn't bore you all to tears with this story of my daily life. More to come soon, I promise!

Mystery Diagnosis: Blogger Anxiety *updated*

I am sure that most anyone is familiar with the television program Mystery Diagnosis. Basically what they do on the show is tell the stories of people who had bizarre medical problems and after much emotional turmoil and many years of false diagnoses, the doctors finally figured out what was wrong.

Lately I have been feeling like something was off, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. Whenever I thought about my blog, I'd just stuff the idea back into a drawer in my mind, saying "Oh, can't think about that right now!" and carry on with my daily business as usual. Then I got to thinking about it, and I made my diagnosis. I have blogger anxiety. 

Blogger Anxiety is a rare medical condition when a blogger gets six followers. At first she is elated that six people like her enough to follow her blog, but then thoughts start to pop into head, making her question if what she's writing is still any good.

"What if my followers won't like it if I post that?"

"What if they think that's not funny enough to post about?"

"What if everyone thinks I'm stupid and hates me and will unfollow my blog?"

These are just a few of the questions that a blogger with blogger anxiety will ask themselves. Eventually these questions and more will start to eat away at them, making them anxious and not want to post or even think about their blog. 

There is only one known cure for blogger anxiety: ice cream. Lots of it.

Well, not worrying about other people's opinions helps too, but I like ice cream, so that's staying as the cure. C'mon, listen to me, I am a doctor you know. 

(source)

Doctor, Doctor, give me the news.

I've got a bad case of the lovin' yousssss

**UPDATE**

Ah, so I was thinking about this post this morning and I thought about how there are so many blogs where there are hundreds of followers. And I thought to myself, "Geez, I'm a wimp". Oh well, I hope someday that I can have a million gazillion followers too, but for now, six followers is pretty great. 

Winter Break is Cray-Cray

Howdy y'all! I was going through my unpublished posts today, and I found this. It's unfinished, but nonetheless... I hope you enjoy ;]




Awwww man.


...Awwww man.


Things have been really busy for me lately now that I am on Winter break.


And when I say busy, I mean not busy at all. More like lying around my house watching Project Runway reruns in my pajamas and eating Ramen Noodles and drinking tea.


Oh, wait, I do that anyway! The only difference is that right now my stress levels have plummeted into a dark, dark abyss.


The only thing of note I have done in the past week and a half is I went to a birthday party. Yep, a birthday party. My friend invited me a couple weeks ago, and I was excited about the event. I soon came to realize that would be the only social event I would be participating in the entire break. I was slightly sad about this, until I actually went to the party. And things went freaking crazy.


First when I arrived at the hotel where the chaperoned event was to take place,




Uh, yeah, I think it's probably a good thing I didn't finish this post...