Avoiding Stuff Due Last Quarter

"Man, he must be smokin' some heavy doobies."

Imploding! [In Outer Space]

Stayed home today.

My mind's gonna implode.

It's a fact.

I have sooo many things to do and zero motivation.

I'm thinking that perhaps, writing about it will disgust me enough to go do it.

A giant pot of coffee and no sleep will also be involved.

So let's make a list.

1. The month old 2-page letter to Palpatine, asking him to read Locke.

2. The two-week old 5-6 page dialogue between Locke and Rousseau

3. Hume homework assignment due today

4. Silence one-pager due Thursday

Okay, so it's not impossible aside from the fact that I have no read any of the books/text that are needed to write these pieces. However, just to put it bluntly, I'm full of shit-- so I should be fine.

Why the fuck don't I realize that there could be dire consequences?

Emerson could decide to un-accept me, right?

Speaking of Emerson, I also have to mail schools my CSS profile and Scholarship acceptances.

Also gotta RSVP to accepted students days and shit.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

At least I'm blogging again?

Also, the mother's in the motherland for two weeks and I'm estimating the food that she cooked will run out by Sunday.

She cooked A LOT, cause she knows were useless.

We're screwed.

SabThePirate and ZaNayNay

Yeah, we're pros.

Here's our album cover.

Music will be streaming in on a weekly basis.

Be ready.

It's cheezy.

It's terrible.

It's the only way to do it.

ZaNayNay ShakeIt OUT.

"Did he just say 'I'm not adopted'?!"

So I haven't posted in a while.

But this is post worthy.

Another One Bites The Dust Pt. II

Classy Mothafuckas.

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Lag time...

Mr. James, Philosophy Teacher

Thank you Michaela Fendrock, for making my brainchild a reality.

Sudden Sun Floodin'

Intellectual Slackers

19. Rob a bank

20. Steal a car

21. Kidnap a turtle

My foot's asleep and I'm gonna be 18 in 3 days.

Crazy.

No not really.

Crazy that is.

Not really sure what I'm doing this weekend.

Some party Saturday night apparently.

Maybe in Boston hanging out with the Uncle who just decided to drop in from Seattle and his sister, my aunt.

Uhh, picnic cancelled due to weather and Leesh's debate stuff.

Mostly weather.

I wanna give y'all some music.

Here's my favorite track off of the new Gorillaz album, Plastic Beach.

"On Melancholy Hill"

Video Blog Entry Dos.

The rambling continues.

I still say "like" an absurd amount of times.

Time for dessert, best be tasty.

EDIT: Wes' phantom phone called me while he was in the Peabody Newbury Comics.

I called back and it went to voicemail.

I left an annoying voicemail about my circumstances.

Like a pro, he called back and briefly let me imagine I was somewhere else.

Happy?

Like, here's a vlog post

Like, I say like so many times in this video...

Stupid.

Sheep Shit and Dog Spit

So, a recap of my day.

I woke up around half past nine and ate some waffles, found that my laptop's internet connection was going whack and subsequently, felt incredibly bored.

My dad wasn't coming home until 2 so I didn't know what to do.

[Side note, a small brown kid just came up to me and waved. I couldn't really smile so I just turned my head and stared.]

I began watching TV, but nothing amused me, so then I had this stellar idea.

I would just hack into my dad's computer and use that.

So I broke the password to his laptop, but that was too slow, thus I moved on to his desktop.

This I also, broke the code too.

[Side note 2, there are now two brown kids my age and they're so fucking nerdy looking, and ugly. Brown dudes are some of the ugliest things that walk the earth, and I'm including naked mole rats in this census.]

I used his computer, checked the necessaries and cleared history etc.

Then the rental unit came home, kinda early at 11, and made brunch-- an omelette.

Very unlike them.

I ate again-- gross.

Drank some coffee and went upstairs to shower.

I got out cause I heard my phone buzzing.

Twas Leesh.

She asked if I wanted to go on a walk, I'm always down for a walk with Lula [the dog] and Elicia.

So of course I said yes. But then she came earlier than expected and had to wait on me.

We finally left after I put on adventure clothes and chilled in her house waiting on Katherine to come from the Bury.

She came, we went to go walk and went to the abandoned house.

Once we arrived, I shed my boots and climbed the frame, it was nice, I love doing that.

Lula couldn't get up there and so she whined and we got off.

We then walked to the sheep farm.

Rolling hills scattered with sheep shit.

I love Lincoln-- it felt like a different world.

I laid down my sweater and fell on top of it, let the sun bathe me.

SO GODDAMN NICE.

But then Lula jumped on me, by the way, she's a massive Bernese Mountain Dog, so she kinda overtook me.

It ended with dog spit on my face.

Great.

We walked back and on our way I found a speed limit sign which I took, ignoring Leesh's protests.

Katherine thought it was fine, whatever Leesh.

Once back at HQ we made tea and ate hummus with tomato chips.

We found miso soup mix which sucked.

Figured stuff out with hanging out and Leon.

Heard a voicemail about Starr having some bonfire [which I'd rather be at.]

Concluded that Elicia's fridge needed to be cleaned.

Ate lots of shit and made stupid jokes.

Never made marvelous chocolate chip cookies.

It was a great waste of time, the wastes of time that I absolutely love.

Then I came home and had to get ready for this stupid thing.

Good times.

What an abrupt anticlimactic ending.

[Last side note, brown kids are out of control and run everywhere, the best way to deal with them is to ignore them. Also, I just ate dinner, and it was gross, with random dried fruits in shit that shouldn't have fruit. And I think I drove away the two kids my age because I look particularly angry and intimidating, really. And finally, my Mum told me that I should talk to them, that they're in college. Hah-- no. That brings them down on my scale, what pussies for letting their Mums drag them to these shitfests.]

Browntown

Hello blogosphere.

I am now writing from Whatthefuckistan and it is much less than perfect-- as only can be expected.

Every now and then, my Mum drags my dad, the kids, and I along to these "brown things" as I've coined them.

They're a group of her friends all who are younger than her and thus have kids much younger than me...

The conclusion that you can come to is that I'm mindlessly bored.

Not even taking into account that they're usually on Saturdays when I have better things to do...

This particular Saturday it was a bonfire, a rave, or just hanging out.

But I'd be with Elicia, Katherine and Leon, so the circumstances surrounding the situation really would not have mattered to me-- at all.

And if these things happened to have kids my age, which they sometimes do, the kids are without fail either over-achievers or incredibly socially awkward.

At least this is my last year of this crap, at least it makes Mum happy?

It's time for dinner.

Let's hope this lady cooks well.

Flashdance

Post Numero 100.

And a worthy post it is!

So good, I'll begin at the beginning.

FACTS:

1. Scott and I never hang out although we're pretty good friends.

Very good friends.

Sure, I get pissed at him easily, but that's something I gotta work on.

2. I've been bored out of my mind doing nothing.

3. I got him and Maria, this rad chick from Dedham to start talking and they hit it off.

4. Kat, Leah, and I met Maria and her brother Dan, this summer, on Newbury Street outside of the freshly dead Chemistry.

Good riddance.

5. They hadn't met, just because Dedham's soo far and schedules don't align.

6. 80s Day is Friday at LSRHS.

Story:

So, because of what you, the reader now know, it seems necessary that these kids hang out in Boston and I being the busybody that I am, I invited myself. Well, and Scott and I never hang out also, so as I was the matchmaker, it seemed only natural that I be there, ya know?

No, that's so not legit.

Anyways, ultimately Scott wanted me there 'cause he does NOT know his way around Boston.

He would be so incredibly lost without me.

And so at 12:30 ACA [Activity Block] hit at LS and Scott finished his shit around 1.

We left that sorry place and headed for the Bluni Household, ate cake, and drove to the South Acton Commuter Rail stop.

South Acton to North Station.

North Station to Heinz. [That's Newbury and Berklee for you ill-informed]

Somewhere in there we decided that we would match for 80s day, what a spectacular idea.

Of course, American Apparel is the only place we could go.

Also, I recognized this brown kid I knew from when I was young.

We had an awkward exchange which I began by yelling, "Yes, you do know me!" across the trolley. I mean I had to, he was staring.

It's 2:45.

We hit up the AA at the end of Newbury, not much luck, we decide to move farther down.

Make a few pitstops: Newbury Comics, Karmaloop [hot AZN chick works there], Second Time Around.

And then we saw Hlady which was funny just because I suddenly forgot how to stop people, burrito run.

We continued on went to Johnny Cupcakes I dunno if that was before or after, but yeah.

Just wandering.

Finally, we got to the second AA and that's when we hit the jackpot.

Man OH Man.

I cannot even begin to describe the sexiness that is our matching outfits.

Beautiful neon, short shorts.

AHHH! Ecstasy.

We left and then we saw Hlady again, burrito run was a success.

Dressed to kill, we head out and meet up with Maria and subsequently, Kat and Lydia.

Then came the following events:

Hit up Newbury Comics for headbands, find none.

A Homeless man guilts Scott into giving him money

Walking to Dorothys for headbands.

Great success.

Scott and Maria's first kiss.

I did not witness that, too preoccupied stealing nectar of the gods.

To Bodega.

Scott's face was stupendous.

BYE LYDIA.

Head back to Dorothy's cause we need tube socks.

Need warmth. Starbucks.

Meet up with Leah.

Move from table to table cause we don't have enough space and people leave, so we adjust.

I almost take out a chicks eye by flicking stuff, it's time to leave.

To BAC to meet Kris, Leah's guything.

I get lost inside BAC looking for the bathroom.

Just for the record, that Security Guard hates me.

BYE KRIS.

To Urban Outfitters.

Successful crimespree.

To Berkelee to bum butts.

And then magically it is 6 and Scott and I need to head out to the financial district.

The loveydoveys make out.

I say bye to Kat, I love her.

BYE KAT.

Scott, Leah, and I head out towards Gov't Center.

Leah gets off at Park Street, but not before we harass people in the trolley.

Scott laughs.

Hugs, she's off.

BYE LEAH.

Off at Gov't Center.

After asking several people for directions we make it to 1 Federal St.

Homeward Bound.

Now, 80s Day awaits.

There are many surprises to come.

But for now, I leave you with this.

Chocolate You INHALE

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Oh yeah!

HAPPY MARCH Y'ALL.

15 DAYS TILL MAH DAY OF BIRTH.

WOOT.

Break

I went to sleep at like 10:30 last night, pretty early compared to most nights.

I felt good when I woke up, I think I might sleep at a reasonable time more often.

The night before I went to sleep at 4 am-- woke up at 8 in the morning.

Great.

Yeah, so I waited in bed until everyone left to go to the mosque [church] and then I fell out and continued by making a variety of face masks, the recipes of which I found on google.

One mask was made of egg whites; another, baking soda.

There was also milk and honey, tea, and cucumber.

I don't really think they did anything, but it was fun and they smelled good.

I was supposed to do work, but I didn't end up doing any, Emperor Palpatine is still waiting for his letter...

I'm listening to Arcade Fire right now, I haven't listened to them A LOT since 7th grade, so this is nice. Funeral made my life better, it introduced me to good music that was being made right now. They were not old or dead, they were making music while I was alive, still growing up, and it was quality.

Today, at NWH I'm working at the flower shop with Elena and she's awesome. She's the florist and we have a lot in common, so we're talking the whole time since we can't smell the flowers anymore. On Friday, this Latino guy, Justy came in, he was very sweet and gave Elena advice about her boyfriend who's being stupid at the moment.

Elena says that it's pretty much almost over, they just don't have much in common anymore, after 6 years, it seems like a waste, but you shouldn't stay with someone you can't stand. Apparently, her boyfriend is going nowhere and she's got a pretty straight head on her shoulders so I can't blame her for not wanting to be with him any longer.

I dunno, not really my business, but she's smart, she'll do what's right for her.

Oh yeah, and Shutter Island was a piece of shit movie.

It was the same exact concept as A Beautiful Mind.

I would really dig if they started thinking of "huge twists" that they haven't used before.

That'd be cool, and less predictable.

Now, this right here would be a movie I'd watch.

Okay, time to do my homework.

Hey, Sabrina, I updated my blog!

All for you, only for you!

Also, this is really cool, click on the picture for the article.

Actually, it may not be cool to you, but methinks it is, anyways, have a look-see, I'm gonna go hunting for processed food.

Different People Do Different Things When They're Bored

Post Script: Michaela, I'm sorry, but I'm changing the big picture back to naked people and moose, meese?

Old Grosseries

Covering all the basics, got the junk, the meats, cheeses, produce, what else could you ask for?

Back In Black

Alright, so I haven't blogged in a long while, explains why I'm bored-er than usual.

I have too much free time, I need to have projects to take part in.

Thank god it's the weekend, I feel like I'd die if it wasn't.

The week in events is short and bland, I'm not even sure I remember it.

You know when something's so fucking boring it just turns into one really long memory that keeps repeating.

Yeah, that was this week.

Monday, I missed the beginning of school, I think I chowed down on a lot of pasta.

Tuesday, I don't even know, I think I napped a lot.

Wednesday, I skipped school and played with the kids.

Thursday, I sulked and got a job as a cashier at Donelan's, great. I also went out in the rain and danced in my underwear until my mum threatened to lock me out because the neighbors were watching.

Friday is now. I'm gonna try and make up for the weak week in one day.

Wish me luck.

Newton-Wellesley is going well, it's a mindless drone, but it's better than staring at the clock in class and being graded on shit you can't do: calc and physics.

I actually really dig the whole atmosphere of the place, it's all about friendliness and comfort-- making the patients feel at home.

I totally dig that.

I like smiling at complete strangers, haha.

Anyways, I have a letter that I need to write to Emperor Palpatine that is several days overdue.

I want a sandwich, I had Reese's Puffs for breakfast.

Gimme food, food, food.

Led Zeppelin IV

Bernard

JUST LET IT TAKE YOU.

Cleaning my desktop, looking at Mao.

Gotta Get up, Gotta Get Out

Or, rather, stay in.

I woke up far too early today and my body is beat.

Watched Alien and half of Aliens with Diba.

Sigourney is our homegirl.

She dug, but then our attention strayed to something less important.

Anyways, she got points from me for liking the movie.

We screamed, hid behind boxes of froot loops, it was, ya know, awesome.

Then I went upstairs and kind of just fell in and out of consciousness, watched Waking Life.

The movie is the post before this. It's real good, watch it.

Took a 3 hour nap, woke up, made dinner for the fam.

During the above sentence, I had "Head Over Heels" on repeat.

It was awful, I love it.

Yesterday, I got my permit.

Oh wow, finally, two years overdue.

Kid sister failed today, by one question-- bad luck really.

Gonna go back tomorrow morning which means that Deebz and I will probably watch more sci-fi tomorrow morning.

After I got my permit, I did some ironic things and then, went and met Elicia at Newbury St.

It was freezing and we had nothing to do after a couple of hours so we went home.

The only useful thing I did was buy some underwear at H&M.

There was nothing to do at home or Sudbury either.

Anyways, now I have specks of tomato sauce on me from cooking and my hands smell garlicky.

I am also very full 'cause I'm such a goddamn great cook.

I'm gonna go shower.

lucid dreaming

the moon got full like a plate

BOOOOP. BOOOOP. BOOOOP.

I'm a submarine.

It's wicked early, and for some reason I'm awake.

I've been awake-- since 6:45.

Last night was so bizarre, tiring.

And still, I'm awake.

It's snowing big chunks and it's making me uncomfortable.

I'm watching IFC, this film called Casa de los Babys, but really, I'm waiting for that newish, really bad Street Fighter movie to go on.

I'm too tired to read subtitles.

Whatever.

There's this baby staring at me.

He's got these big blue eyes, and he's just babbling.

Yeah, the baby's supposed to be here.

Um... the kid looks worried.

Can babies look worried?

The immigrants finally left.

I'll be moving downstairs hopefully.

All will be well in the world.

I need the snow to stop.

I fried eggs, but I'm still hungry.

I want bacon.

Settin' Sun

Fortune Rota Volvitur

Ink?

Philosophy Class

Michaela and Sophie.

Valentine. Thanks Leesh.

A Nutritious Breakfast.

Pickles for Snookie.

Hanuman

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Sitting In In Elicia's Class

Disclaimer: This is kind of a serious/boring post, weird.

Me: What is that accent?

Elicia: Alien.

Mr. X is an alien, a peculiarly shaped face, gray tufts of hair, unevenly cut, oblong circular wire lines framing his big cerulean eyes.

His pronunciation, annunciation is perfect.

I think he does belong in another world.

Right now, the class is discussing King Lear, Act II, Scene iii.

Edgar's soliloquy.

I haven't read King Lear, I've never been a fan of Shakespeare.

Maybe I should be.

No, no. Bad idea. Shakespeare puts me to sleep.

It's weird being in this corner, observing this class.

I'm kind of like a shadow, the words being said don't even register.

I feel like I'm watching a movie.

Why am I even here, I have a free-block.

WHATTA FREAK.

There's one or two people whose hands never fail to raise.

Everyone knows those people, their words eventually begin to hold less and less water.

Teacher's pets.

So annoying.

"He knows doesn't he that they are on the course, the downward course."

The wheel of fortune.

"There's a wisdom associated with nothing, now you start to notice it."

Elicia asks about the importance of nothingness, he calls her "Uh-lee-see-uh."

He tells her that he can't discuss that until the end of the play and kinda cringes.

He has these weird idiosyncrasies, an old weirdo.

Olivia's in this class, she's spoken once and made the old weirdo crack up.

"Never say never."

She says it straight and dry.

Like hard alcohol, haha.

I dunno, this is such an awkward class, doesn't fit right.

He talks all dazed.

Elicia's making valentines.

She just scribbled to me, "Get me out of this class."

So restless, this ENTIRE room.

Kid: "Who'd ya kill/fuck/marry? Sean Connery, Mr. Clean, Mr. X"

Yeah. That's how this class is ending.

HIGH school.

I'm not writing down who I chose for each, you can ponder that.