Your Heart is Sending Out Photons

I haven't written anything in a while.  How are you guys? :D  To tell you the truth, I have another blog I've been favoring lately.  I won't tell you what it's called though.  It's my dark side blog.

See in this blog, I show my good side.  :))))

Things are ok lately.  As the Student Body Pres., I've been busy doing budget stuff (IN YOUR FACE, DOM, I'M A BETTER PRESIDENT THAN YOU ARE >:D ).

I've gotten the school a lot of things and no one will probably notice how hard I work for the students.

I've also done more things that hold a student council meeting and set up a Haunted House on Halloween.

I won't say, again.

Everything I do is for the people at school.

I should be happy about it, but really, lately, I've been wondering if a majority of the students that go to the Fort even deserve the things I've done.

A lot of people have been pissing me off lately, I admit.

Wicked is furious.

But Student Body Presidents don't kick people's faces in.  Dammit.

This post is basically a ramble, random one.

A reminder for my readers that I'm still surviving.

Return of the WERE-COLLECTOR!

Ok, ok!  So I wasn't satisfied with my last post.  I couldn't help myself!  I realized that some Pillow Pets weren't listed on their website.  Like the fox I bought in D.C. for example, or wolf I bought for my friend.  Or the raccoon.  They also didn't mention the Mini-Pillow Pets they made.

Off to Ebay, I went!

It was then, I discovered.... That Pillow Pets weren't the only pillow pets around!  I totally forgot that there were other companies that had the same idea before Pillow Pets or would try to copy Pillow Pets.  Companies that are similar to Pillow Pets are 'Cuddlee Pet Pillow' and 'Pillow Chums Pet.'

And that's all I wanted to say.

Seriously,
Wicked

Rise of the WERE-COLLECTOR!

I didn't like Pillow Pets at first.  I thought they were stupid.  The commerical even looked and sounded dumb to me.  "It's a pillow! It's a pet!  It's a pillow pet!"

But after I saw one of my teammates carrying one during softball season, I thought they were incredibly cute!  I think everyone else on my team thought so, too, because the next thing I know, almost all the players on my team had one.

I wanted one, too!  But I had a budget in my junior year.  My money went to minutes, food, bills (I get child support, f.y.i, and my mom uses it for bills), apps and headphones (I break headphones easily), clothes, and books.

I finally got one when I went to Washington D.C. last month.  An orange fox named Franky~

And Franky eventually inspired me to look at the pillow pet website, mypillowpets.com.

I wanted to see what kind of pillow pets they had.  I wanted to see if there were any rare ones I could buy, too.

After going through their website, I found out...

• Some pillow pets had names already!  Like Krissy Koala (which I want, btw, with a penguin... and a buffalo [Billy Buffalo] and Kangi Roo [A kangaroo, if you didn't know] ).
• They also had blankets, slippers and hats.
• They have dinosaur pillow pets.
• They have a 'Jolly Giraffe' and a 'Chocolate Moose.'
• They have an alligator called Ali Alligator.
• They also have a Rainbow Unicorn.
• They have sports team pillow pets.  Like the Chicago Cubs, New York Giants, Green Bay Packers, and Oakland Raiders (I have to tell my best friend about that-- her dad is a big Raiders fan). And every one of them is made to look like the mascots.

Uh-oh.

After reading this, I realized two things... I have a tendancy to put things into lists, right?  I didn't notice that before!  And another thing... I sound like a collector.  Whoa.  Am I turning into a pillow pet collector?  I feel like I lost my identity or something. Who am I?

Well, since I know that I won't be recovering from my missing identity case anytime soon, shall we move on? *Adjusts glasses*

While searching through the pillow pet website some more, I came across a link to the pillow pets blog, http://mypillowpetsblog.com/.

This blog is really interesting.  It makes it out like the pillow pets are really real.  All blog posts are from Ms. Lady Bug, Krissy Koala and such (they even have profiles for them, too, about where they live and what they like).  Of course, it looks like this blog hasn't been updated in a really long time, but it's still good.

They talk about certain events.  Two posts were about auctions and contests on Facebook (www.facebook.com/MyPillowPets).  They also talk about where an animal pillow pet came from and about holidays.  But what really interested me most was the support events they hold or mention.

A blog posted back in March talked about a guy, Jacob McConahay, who was working to collect 1,000 pillow pets for kids with illnesses at a hospital.  And Jacob himself was fighting against cancer.  That's way cool.  Jacob rocks.

Well, I think I've done enough about all this pillow pet talking.  In fact, I think I might've overdone it. Haha.  Sorry, readers.

Seriously,
Wicked

Nothing Like Being Dead

My virus hasn't left my body yet. It's been a couple days now.  Luckily for me, I have friends and teachers who care about my health!  I had two give me cough drops, my art teacher give me a week's supply of vitamin C packet thingies that you put in your water, and a classmate buy me medicine!  (I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, NEISH.)

I've never felt so loved. I was nearly brought to tears when my friend 'Neish handed me a box of meds.

However, my sickness is getting worse.  Every time I cough, it turns into this whacked out coughing fit.  Followed by me gagging and trying to keep from throwing up.

There's only ONE EXPLANATION WHY I HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING BETTER.

There's only ONE REASON WHY LOVE AND MEDICINE AREN'T HEALING ME.

ONLY ONE CAUSE BEHIND WHY I ATTACKED MY BEST FRIEND CRISTEN TODAY AND BIT HER ARM! Oh, wait. I always do that.

WHAT ELSE OTHER THAN A ZOMBIE VIRUS?!?!?!?!

This is great. I've always wanted to be a part of the living dead's army.  There's so many things you can do while you're dead!

1. Eat someone. (You are what you eat.)
2. Walk.
3. Moan.
4. Repeat steps 1, 2, and 3.

Hey, I just noticed... we (while I still have control over my hunger for human flesh) should learn from the zombies' example.  We should learn to walk after eating a big meal.  No wonder why zombies are so skinny (except those ones on Zombie Land, it's obvious they overdosed on life).  As for the moaning part... I suggest you skip that part, especially if you're still human.

Only zombies can get away with moaning in public.

Seriously,
Wicked

Ugh, Voice Changes

I got sick overnight.  It's a horrible miracle.  One day, you're fine and healthy, then the next day-- BAM! -- you're struck with some kind of sickness.

I have no idea what I caught, but my throat feels cheap!  I couldn't even talk when I woke up.  I had to drink water first.  And when I did speak, I sounded like a guy!

My brother and his friend were laughing at me.  I was so mad, I wanted to verbally smash them into a wall, but if I talked, that would only make it worse.

I swear, if you heard me laugh, too, you'd trip out.  I even sound like a dude when I'm laughing.

I was thinking about calling my best friend Cristen and hearing her reaction after she asked me, "Who's this?!?!?!"  Then I'd be like, "It's your best buddy, Justin."  Followed with my death caused from laughing too much.

But I stopped myself just in time.  I didn't want anyone else besides my family to hear me like this!

It's a good thing there's no school today.  Ugh, but there's school tomorrow!  Maybe I should have my mom take me to the clinic or something.  This virus better die by tomorrow, I swear.

If not, I'm going to take a stack of sticky notes with me and write out my voice like I lost it.

Seriously,
Wicked

YOUR FACE!

I was really exhausted today.  I was working on a scholarship essay for about an hour and was also working on my accounting class homework.  I decided to call it quits eventually to save my brain from overloading and do something else.  There was nothing to do, though.  The house was quiet and empty.  My brothers were at their friends' houses so there was no one to bother.  I was updated on all my manga, too.

There was only one thing left to do: mess with my hair.  I wanted to curl it ever since I got it cut shorter.

But the moment I stepped into the bathroom and faced the mirror, I was overcome with this sudden urge... to make faces.

First I stuck out my tongue and scrunched up my face.  Then I opened my mouth in horror and acted like I was screaming.  After that, I puffed up my cheeks and brushed my bangs in front of my face and did my famous death glare.

It was hilarious and I wanted to take pictures!  But I couldn't because my mom lost the memory card for my camera!  Still, it was awesome!

I was laughing at all my faces.  I looked outrageous!  (Next time, I am definitely going to take pictures and maybe post them on here so we can share a few laughs!)  When I was done making faces, satisfied with my crazy facial expressions, I felt incredibly happy and carefree.

It made me realize that we shouldn't take life so seriously all the time and that if you need a break from stupid homework (yes, homework can be stupid) or anything else (you got dumped, you have the flu, you're stressed) do something that'll make you crack up!

Walk into the bathroom and make a funny face!


Seriously,
Wicked

Playlist Trace

I should really be doing homework right now, but I needed to write something.  It took me about 15 minutes to find something to post about, though.  I'm really productive aren't I?  Check my report cards, dude, the evidence is all there. (Seriously, though, I'm a straight A student)

Today's post is about me and a habit I have with my iPods.

You see, whenever I like a guy, I always check out the type of music he listens to.  I don't judge or anything, I just like to hear what he likes to listen to.

An example would be how I use to crush on this guy who was into Drake.  Before I started liking the guy, I hated Drake with all my heart.  I thought his music was shiz and that he should make room for other rappers with much more talent.

But once I discovered my crush was into Drake, I started checking out his songs and actually listened to the lyrics.  Slowly, I began to like Drake little by little.  Now I'm a fan and am currently following him on Twitter.

All because of a crush. Haha.

And with every guy I like, I add songs to my iPod.  On my last iPod touch, I had playlists with songs from every crush I had.

Drake, ICP, Deadmau5, Killswitch Engage, Wiz Khalifa, and Escape the Fate were my latest ones before my iPod touch was broken.  So if my friends happen to see this post, they would immediately pinpoint the people I use to like.

'Tis a shame, though.  Because I'll pretend like I don't know what they're talking about. Infact!

... What were we talking about?

Seriously,
Wicked

Baking Sweets for Devils

Hey!  This post is dedicated to a story I have enjoyed recently.  It's called Akuma to Dolce! It's about a highschool girl named Mayuri, who spends her days reading recipes and using magic her mother taught her to have demons do her bidding in exchange for sweets.  One day she accidentally summons a demon named Beaut, who is a powerful demon prince from hell, to clean a skirt she stained with tea.  Just when it appears that he's about to take her soul out of anger, he is taken by the smell of sweets, his ultimate weakness.  Thus beginning a tale of a human girl and Lucifer's son and the days after their first encounter.

It's a Fantasy/Romance/Shojo type of manga.  I love it.

And look, look!  This is one of Beaut's followers!  An adorable shark servant!  I wish they showed him more.

Also, this manga... had hell physicians that were cats.  I was as shocked as the main character was to see them.  I wish my cats had the same amount of ambition these ones did.  All my cats do is lay around, eat, and sleep!  I wish they'd get medical degrees and move out of the house. Lol.

iPod Withdrawals!

I had forgotten that I made a blog until a friend told me she was going to write to me through my blog.  (But she hasn't yet. Darn it. D: She sounded like she had something really important to tell me. Life's Important Rule#24: Never leave your friends hanging, lol.)

Since you all care, I'm doing fine.  It's my last year in highschool, so my days are hardly boring.

I discovered something new, too.

iPod Withdrawals. (DUN, DUN, DUN)

Symptoms:

1. A song just randomly starts playing in your head. Like, out of nowhere.  (for me, it was the song that plays at the beginning of Scott Pilgrim vs. The World)
2. The urge to dance becomes powerful.
3. You want to beat up the radio in your car or someone elses' car because they're playing all the w-r-o-n-g songs.
4. You sing along to the song that's playing in your head OR you sing along to any song you hear.
5. Songs also easily get stuck in your head.
6. Your memory is able to keep track of more lyrics.
7. You use Google, Youtube, and any other website that holds music constantly.

Is there a cure?  Number 7 is all I can think of and also buying a new music device.  I suggest NOT moochin' music from your friends' gadgets or going more than 2 months without a music device.

Also, don't try to control that dancing beast inside you.  If you want to dance, freestyle at anytime.  Try to contain the beat beast, and it'll only make a worse.  Trust me, I know.

(ALSO... Larissa, where are you? D; )

Seriously,
Wicked

Birthdays Are Important

Birthdays are the days the people around you came into existance.  So it's highly important for you to remember your family members' and your friends' birthdays.

If you already know all of them, congrats!

If you don't, then... guilt will always be on your shoulder.  Sitting there.  And when it's your sister's birthday, or your best friend's, it'll poke your neck.  And that sensation will travel all the way down to your heart and stay there for about a day.  Maybe 2 (1 week is the highest).

There's all kinds of ways you can figure out birthday dates.
1) Ask a fellow friend/family member
2) Close your eyes, dig into that memory bowl of yours,
and search for it
3) Check out a website profile of theirs (FB, Myspace, etc.)
4) Ask them

I suggest #1 and #3.  In #2, you might hurt yourself.  And #4... I just put that out there.  You can do that.  I'm sure it'll save time but I don't recommend it.  It seems, I dunno, rude?  If you ask, you might get that, "You don't know my birthday?!" look.  Complete with a surprised expression, raised eyebrows, and in rare occassions, a glare.

And you don't want that.

It's also a huge boost for them when you say, "Happy Birthday!"  Because, hey, someone knows the date you were born on and it shows that they love you for being born.  (I'm almost positive saying "Happy Birthday!" is a solution to depression, too, 'cuz it has that much power to make anyone happy)

Seriously,
Wicked

Blocks For Your Ears

School sucks because they take the most wonderful sites you find and block it.  I mean, I get why they do the whole blocking thing. (because some 'tards got rated R with images)  But why block the music websites?  I mean what are we suppose to listen to while the teacher orders us to do 6-10 Excel assignments in one class period?

I think that we'll honestly do a better job at school when we listen to music.  School is definitely limiting our full potential and I wish that they would tone down the web blocking.

I feel sorry for the people that don't have a computer at home and no ipod, too.  School computers were probably their only hope at staying in touch with the music realm and now all that's gone.

Seriously,
Wicked

Insecurity No More

We hate our bodies.  We hate our faces.  We hate our lives.  Hate, hate, hate, hate.  Our self-confidence went on vacation because it got tired of our negativity.  We always look at our reflections in the mirror and zero in on whatever "flaw" we have and super-size it.  And when it all comes down to it, there's nothing wrong with us at all.  N-o-t-h-i-n-g.

I use to hate my shoulders so much.  I use to think they were too freakin' huge and made me look like a man.  When really they weren't that bad.  I hated my forehead because I thought it attracted too many stares when really no one was staring at my forehead.  Then I felt I was too fat.  And that I'd die as a pig.  WHEN REALLY... I had the weight of an average female teen.

I also use to really lose it when no one sat by me on the bus last year.  I sat alone in the mornings.  'Is something wrong with me?  What's wrong?  I'm such a freak!  No one sits by me because I'm so out of it!  I deserve to be alone!' is what I use to think.

But now I think, 'So what if no one's sitting by me.  There's more room this way.  And I don't have any friends that get on my morning bus, either.  That's why I sit alone so much.  There's no reason why I should put myself down.'

It's all in your head.  You're not ugly, fat, stupid...  You're not.  So stop tearing yourself down when there's nothing wrong with you.  Stop destroying yourself when you have so much going for you.

Instead of looking at what you think are your bad qualities, try taking a look at your good qualities.  I started doing this.  It seemed stupid and a waste of time at first.  But as days went by, I started seeing myself for who I was.  I wasn't ugly.  I wasn't fat.  I was me.

After 5 years of hating myself for being imperfect, I began to love myself for once.  This is who I am.  And no one's perfect.  Not one person.

Congratulations to all the people that had a breakthrough like I did.
Strength to the people that are still struggling.

Seriously,
Wicked

Texting

I'm thinking about giving my phone away.  Why?  Texting, that's why.  Usually I have nothing against texting but right now it pisses me off.

Because texting has replaced talking.  And since it's replaced talking, humans have went a scale down on the evolution meter.  Just when we have this big breakthrough and are starting to express ourselves through voice, we take a step back.  Here are the after-effects of that step.

1) Most guys and girls no longer have the guts to ask each other out in person.
2) Some random person can get away with insulting me because I don't know who's number it is.
3) The longer the contact list, the higher the horse (it's the same for how many text messages, too).
4) Gossip has increased because of texting (theory).
5) Relationships now end over texting (theory 2).
6) Girls have lost some of their pride through texting (did some of them have pride in the first place?) by sending picture messages of them naked.  It's stupid, right?  I don't care if he's the love of your life, don't send him pictures of you with no clothes on.
7) Texting is time-consuming. People take FOREVER to text you back sometimes.
8) Texting has caused deaths.

Number 7 is basically why I want to give my phone away or break it.  My friends take 2 hours or so to answer me.  It's the same for almost everyone else on my contact list.  I feel stupid doing all this waiting.  Sometimes my messages are for something important, too, and I get no reply.  Even my best friend doesn't text me back anymore.  Some BFF right?

This makes me mad at my friends over texting.  So the next time I see them, I don't want to talk to them or hang out.

After all that typing I realize we have a number 9, 10, and 11.

9) Texting wastes gas.
10) Texting stirs unnecessary feelings.
11) People have found another way to be rude.

Seriously,
Wicked

You Smell

I came across a Yahoo! article on cologne a while back.  It was a nice little article and had me thinking about all kinds of weird smelling cologne.  So I googled and came across scent.net.  They have a variety of smells from 'men' to 'women' but the one I was really interested in was 'unique fragrances'.

They have leather cologne, apple pie, christmas tree, glue, celery, earthworm (page 2), beeswax, birthday cake, bonfire (which is funny because most people try to get that smell out of their clothes), graham crackers, and my all time favorite-- Waffle cologne.  I am definitely going to buy that (one of these years).

And weird smelling cologne is the perfect gift for laughs and friends!  I think we can all agree on that.

So this whole post was letting you know that the world really does stink and that scent.net is pretty awesome so you should check it out on your free time.  (They have so many different smells that I couldn't list them all on here.)

Seriously,
Wicked

Apache Slang

96% of the students at my school are Apache (including me) and hardly anyone speaks Apache (which is sad).  But we have our own slang and here's a few words you might here in my school...

K-yeah!
(Kee - Yeah)
Definition:  It's like an Apache word for "Whoa!" or "Why are you doing that?"
Example:  Say someone trips and knocks into you.  So you're like, "K-yeah!  Walk right!"

Kyah-hah!
(Kyah-hah)
Definition:  It's like K-yeah.  It can also lean towards, "What's wrong with you?" or that you're overreacting an emotion.
Example:  If your sister sees you wearing her shirt and yells at you to take it off.  You'll be like, "Kyah-hah!  Calm down!"

Neow!
(It's like a cat meow with an n and you stretch out the 'ow' part.)
Definition:  Neow means "Oh really? Impressive!" or "For real?".
Example:  Your best friend says that her boyfriend bought her flowers for Valentine's Day, so you smile and say, "Neooow!  Really?!"

Haw!
(Haa aww)
Definition:  It's sort of like Neow but different in it's own way.  It's a sound you make when you hear the latest gossip, funny/good news or something cheesy.
Example:  Your best friend's boyfriend gave her a car.  You smile and say, "Haawh!  Does he have a brother?!"

Gaw!
(G Aww)
Definition:  It's mostly used as, "That's mean!" or "Why are you being like that?" and "Harsh!"
Example:  You hear someone making fun of the girl sitting in the bus seat in front of you.  You say, "Gaww!  How rude!"

Kyeh!
(Kyeh)
Definition:  This word is used to tease someone or something.  It can be used as "Are you sure?", "That's not true," or "I'm doubtful!"
Example:  Your mom makes fun of you because you're carefully fixing your hair, "So girly!"  You tell her, "Kyeh! No!"

I'm not sure I'm good at explaining these words above.  I'm positive there's a website somewhere on our slang and maybe slang from other reservations too (there's different kinds of slang for every tribe).  I'll try to look for one and see if it explains it better than I do.


Seriously,
Wicked