I heart Paramore x1000000

I got the new Paramore album today, Brand New Eyes. It's amazing. I'm on my second time listening through it in the last hour, which is saying something for me, because I usually get sick of music really fast.

Surprisingly, the only thing that went wrong today is that my bus broke down coming back to school. Friday and Monday were possibly some of the worse days of my life. I don't think that the constant rain for the last few days has helped much. I don't really like going into details about my bad days on the internet, but turns out my locker buddy dislikes me because I'm 'stuck up'(?????), and now is on a rampage to try to piss me off. I don't know what I did, but apparently she can't stand seeing me for thirty seconds or less at our locker every day. That was Monday's problem. On Friday, nothing went right. I forgot my lunch, I only had $1.25, I couldn't find my friends at lunch, I had a detention, and when I bought chips from the vending machine, they just had to get stuck. I went into the office across the hall, because apparently they can get them out, and I melted. That day just sucked. NOTE TO SELF: NEVER READ THIS PARAGRAPH AGAIN. IT WILL ONLY MAKE YOU DEPRESSED.

Today, after lunch, there was an assembly. Actually, there were two assemblies. I didn't know about the one for 9th graders that I was supposed to go to, but I ended up doing to the assembly about safety at workplaces, and we saw a video about people who broke their back, lost fingers, and got their leg fed through a wood chipper. Apparently the other assembly was about being 'a well rounded person'. I'm pretty glad I missed it, even if I might have nightmares about the other one.

*sudder* I was listening to "Playing God" by Paramore, and it came to the part, 'If you point another finger I might have to bend it back or break it off.' That is gruesome. Especially with the previous paragraph. Ugh. At least, I think that's what it said.

I'm settling back into my monotonous school life. It's pretty depressing, actually. I actually have gotten used to waking up too early, going to a bunch of boring classes that I really don't learn much in, then hang out with half of my best friends at lunch(while the other half are at Simonds), and, go to afternoon classes, one of which I'm surrounded by the stoners who entice me to start writing a bus list(a list of people who I want to hit with a bus). Then I take a bus home, where I then eat supper and do whatever crap I want to do. Writing it down makes it seem all the worse. NOTE TO SELF: NEVER READ THIS PARAGRAPH AGAIN, EITHER.

There's a fly going around my room, and it is making me really annoyed. I never seem to be able to get rid of it.

I'm really tired. Must be from... I don't know. I didn't do anything today that should even make me remotely tired.

Tomorrow it's suppose to be sunny. Life is looking up, I guess.
-J-

Mondays. *sigh*.

Watching TV is something to do when you realize you have no life

I generally can't just watch TV with nothing else to do. I usually end up playing with my hair or something like that, which can end up badly sometimes. One time, I ended up with a comb stuck in my hair for hours. So, to avoid disaster, I'm going to write here while I watch Amazing Race, one of the decent shows that the three channels at my house has to offer.

It's now that I realize that I have absolutely nothing to say. Anyways, see ya later.
-J-

I have an Etch-A-Sketch Pen!!!!

It's true, I have a pen that has an Etch-A-Sketch on the end of it. It makes me immensely happy, even though I've never fully figured out how to draw anything on them. I can draw lovely messes of lines. Yeah!!!

I have absolutely nothing to do right now. I sort of counted on hanging out with some of my friends tonight, but they seem to have fallen off the edge of the earth. I called both of their houses, and the people there both said they were at the other person's house. So I'm stuck at my house with nothing to do. I should have a musical-athon. Watch 'Mamma Mia' for the 20th time. Yippee.

I'm accident prone today. I managed to hurt my toe while tripping over my laptop cord. My laptop was far enough from the edge of the table that it didn't go off. I hate to see what tomorrow brings, because I'm going to a camp for the day that includes a pool, rock climbing wall, a ropes course, and a bunch of other potentially lethal things.

So far, high school isn't a big success with me. It's like 7th grade all over again. I say like a couple sentences to one girl in my classes a few times a day. The rest of the time, I stay completely silent. And the sad thing is, I didn't realize it until the middle of Science class today. I keep thinking to myself that I should say something every now and then, but I'm slowly becoming the weird quiet kid, I think. Probably only a handful of people even know I'm there. I have friends pretty much everywhere except in my classes. Do you know how depressing that is? At least I have friends to retreat to, when in 7th grade, the only friends I had to retreat to were living a couple thousand miles away.

I need some music to rock out to, and to find my friends who have mysteriously disappeared from the face of the earth.

I should watch Twilight, to make fun of it's corniness, and Edward's ugliness. In my opinion, Twilight would have been a good book, something that I would read, enjoy, then forget about in a couple weeks, if it hadn't made it so big. There's nothing special about it, other than it's really poorly written for something that's so popular. The movie was horrible. The whole thing goes something like this:

Edward sits there looking pained.
Bella says something with no expression what-so-ever and looks scared.

And, actually, that pretty much sums it up. A week ago my friend and I found a bunch of posters in her room that she got from magazines, a lot of them were Twilight, so our automatic response was to get out sharpies and deface them. We made out Robert Pattison to be such a narcissistic dirtbag that we couldn't even talk for about half an hour because we were laughing too hard. On one poster, there was multiple pictures of him, so on each one, we made him describe a different one of his sharpie beards. Red and green spiked beard: "My beard goes like this after I haven't showered for a few months. It's HOT." Big bushy brown beard with dots in it: "This is my Tuesday beard. It's good at catching lasanga." Under that, in smaller letters, we wrote,"How does one catch lasanga with one's eyebrows? I'll show you!"

Railing about Twilight on a blog probably isn't a good way to get friends. But I'm not against Twilight itself, but the movie, which pretty much killed the book for me. I now picture Edward as a caveman, and Bella as a monotoned girl who is incapable of showing expression. *shudder*.
-J-




This is picture a took a couple weeks ago of my guitar. I thought it was sort of cool, even though it uploaded crappy quality. I just feel like posting an occasional picture, that might happen to be of interest of anybody who happens to come across this.