Monday, January 26, 2009
So. @ 12:37 AM
My mom's in the hospital. :/
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Ugh; @ 4:37 PM
Where the fuck is my mom? Like the ONE day I actually clean and do shit so I can go places with my friends she's not here.
She won't anser her phone either.
She better be okay or I'm going to break some dicks.
Friday, January 23, 2009
>:3 @ 2:06 PM
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
T.W.A.T. @ 2:05 PM
Okay, so it's the last day of computer class, and since we all know 60% of my blogs come
from computer class, I think it's time I said goodbye formally. I really don't want to, but I have nothing else to do.
*clears throat*
Dear computer No. 11:
You've been so kind to me these past nine weeks, always ... turning on and ... working. I must say it was fun working with you, even though this class was boring as shit. No offense and all. All I mean, I learned Excel and whatever, I know, but eh. I also think it's cool that you helped me cheat with Andrew and Chloe. Because if I had to do all that work myself ... I wouldn't have. :]
I love you computer. I hope the next person who has you is not a dick to you and appreciates your awesomeness. I also want to thank you for being on the left side of the room so Mrs. Corbin couldn't tell what I was doing; our numerous flash game adventures mean so much to me. I will always hold you dear in my heart.
Love Always,
Angelica.
Dear Mrs. (or Ms. whatever) Corbin:
I hate you.
kthxbai.
Ah. Doing nothing. I'm going to go play Snake now. Screw you guys. >:[
Labels: a, dick., IS, my computer, teacher
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I found her~ @ 1:26 PM
Paigw WASN'T imaginary! She is real!
and she site is paigepederzani.blogspot.com. :P
I'm stupid. Freaking out over a stranger. >.<
also. um.
Labels: paaaige. paige.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
blogs I've seen @ 2:23 PM
So I don't go crazy when I can't find them again.
http://shetalkstorainbowws.blogspot.com/
http://gatsbymadrid.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Dude, don't use Yahoo to translate stuff. @ 1:27 PM
Srsly.
O____O
Also, I am SO bored. It is causing me to... uh. Not work. :3
I wish we had iMacs so I could play with Photobooth~
And take pictures of the people in my class. :D
I hardly know anyone though. Rofl.
I WOULD STILL TAKE STUPID PICTURES WITH THEM. But we don't have iMacs. -___-
I should get Steve jobs to provide us with iMacs. How? I don't know, but I do know that his iPhone has an obliterate application. It's pretty freaking sweet. We made a comic about it last year. :D
I miss Cypress. Well, the people.
And the waiver days. Darn Western for not having waiver days for no reason. :[
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ALSO,
I talked to (insert his name here) for the entire duration of lunch. It was... awkward, but the talk I wanted to have with him was of an awkward nature. I just wish we all went to the same school. It would be so much easier to deal with, seriously.
Anyway, he would hardly look at me. I really wish I could help him. I wish I could make all the pain go away. Okay, now I sound like a Linkin Park song, for fuck's sake. I just want to make everything better. I even told him I liked him. I TOLD HIM I LIKED HIM, that's how much I want to help. And as I've learned in life (since I seem to be the only person who learns from all the crap that happens around here), you just have to try, dude. Fucking try. Things aren't magically going to be better if you just continue living in your vortex of dark, unspeakable pain. S-R-S-L-Y. I want help and all, but am I the only one being realistic here? I HAVE A FUCKING BLOG. JESUS. I write about my life on the internet. And I'm the most normal one?
All I am is a side character. I've been a side character all my life. Talking to him was like the most "dramatic" thing I've done since...5th grade. Not even. Not even. Yeah, I'm so writing a book about this shit. I'll be rich. I already have a title, and a dedicatory and an outline in my head.
He says he misses how things are at the beginning. People don't change, you just get to know them better. Either you deal with it or you get them out of your life. My friends can be assholes, alright? And I would still rip your face off if you messed with them. All people are internally fucked up. It's just a part of life.
Labels: character, side
Monday, January 5, 2009
Oh. My. Gosh. @ 1:40 PM
Second Post of 2009!
Eeeeee.
Okay, I know it's a little unorthodox, since you usually 'eeee' about the
first post of 2009, but as you can see from my previous entry, I was too preoccupied with that Paige girl. I'm beginning to convince myself that she was only imaginary. Oh well.
So how was my winter break, you ask? Well you are right to ask because I did not post
one blog (except for that last one, but it doesn't count. :x) during break. Do you know why? DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?! I'll tell you why. My best friend needed me. Noble, I know. Giving up
blogging of all things to help a friend in need, but I did what I had to do. She's still not feeling better though and I really wish I could help. I would totally write it here, but it's public and therefore not a good idea.
Oh AND. I found George/Tommy's MySpace the other day. It was kind of hilarious. The kid doesn't talk, for God's sake. It's ridiculous (DJ: get out of here). And I'm not going to be like "HEY. I KNOW THAT I JUST RANDOMLY ADDED YOU AND ALL THAT JAZZ, BUT CAN YEW PLZ TALK 2 ME?!?!?!1/1/!?! 'CAUSE I THINK UR LYK, RLY Q-OOT AND I WANT TO HAVE YOU BABIES. THEY WOULD BE BEAUTIFUL~~~*~*~*~*~**~"
Because that. Would be weird. Since I don't know him. Apparently he's very shy. Which sucks a little, because I'm shy too. Not as shy as that guy though. He's just like a little turtle. O___O
HE IS SO CUTE. *Dies*
Anyway, turns out his girlfriend is actually really pretty. I saw her this morning too. Still pretty. But she's not like, pretty-pretty. She's like weird-pretty. In the good way. What I mean is that she's not tall and super-model-ish. She's actually kind of short. But she's not intimidating or anything, like some short-pretty people are. She looks really nice (if I weren't competing--by myself--to Win What's-His-Face's Heart) and she just has this aura of quietness around her. She's like, almost mousy, but in the cutest way possible. I don't know, SHE'S JUST PRETTY. Or cute, cute suits her better. But she's still pretty, dman it. Some people are just pretty, even though she probably doesn't think so. I don't blame her. People who think they're pretty are usually wrong anyway. >___>
Also, just for the heck of it, Steph and Patrick broke up. I know. What a grand way to end 2008. I would write mean things about one of them (you know, the one that I'm not friends with and really, really dislike) but I'm not going to. :] Because I'm bigger than that.
Bahaha. Yeah, right.
MUST. HANG. OUT. WITH. TATI. <3
Oh and I have to make some New Year Resolutions or whatever
I'd write them right now,
but I'm in class.
Labels: Angelica is a giant weirdo. Check, please.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
I'm sad. @ 9:29 PM
So there's this girl Paige.
She's 19. And her cat's name is boyfriend and she has a boyfriend named Brian, I think. She's really pretty. And she has another kitten whose name I forget. Also, I've been feeling really crappy since the
thing with my "best friend" and "the guy I like." Yeah. It's pretty awkward. So I was looking for her to draw her, because I was (WAS) in a drawing mood (it's waning a bit). And now I can't find her. So uh, if you fit this description, please get back to me, I'm so uneasy right now.
Okay bye.
THIS ALSO MAKES ME SOUND CREEPY. I swear I'm not. I just can't type slowly today, or I'll give it up.dsfmhf jhkjbjhfd
Labels: sometimes wordscan't express my personality. :/
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.