Interregenum

Photography - My secondary life blood (I'll explain the first later). I'm a whore for film photography. I honestly feel like a cheater when I use a digital camera, and the editing often detracts from the original photo in my humble opinion. Give me negatives and I will sit for hours in the dank, dark basement rooms exposing and developing until everything is perfect. Unless I have a deadline in which case I will allowed for dust spots and move on. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm a damn fine black and white printer. Like, no bullshit, I printed 7 pictures in 3 hours. 7 perfectly exposed and wonderfully contrast-filled photographs. Normally it can take up to an hour per print. Not when you are awesome and have awesome negatives to choose from.
Just saying.

Snape - Snape, Snape... Serverus Snape. If only Hogwarts were real, I would lurk in your dungeons, picking your brain, and basically trying to be like you. I think I would do damn well in Potions seeing as Chemistry was one of my best subjects even if Ms. Burbank wanted to throttle me 78% of the time. I would do extra credit just to listen to Snape's voice (yes, I know his name is Alan Rickman, but who are you to pop my dreamy bubble, eh?). Would dyeing my hair red be too much? Too sketch? Too Colin Creevy?

Boston- Mary, I know you hate the backwards planned tangle that is the city planning of Boston, but I fucking love this town. I love riding the T (except when tripping... that was not a good idea); I love being able to walk almost anywhere; I even enjoy the unpredictableness of the weather. I hate the wind but c'est la vie. We have possibly the most rabid fan-base of any sports team anywhere and it scares the shit out of me. I'm afraid of going anywhere near Fenway during games especially with drunk Lauren. I have a love/hate relationship with the Commons as I feel like an idoit with my camera there but I also have taken some lovely photos there so its eh.

Embrodiery- A lost love. I had a month long period where I embroidered like 3 pars of sweatpants with Hogwarts house crests. They were hella fresh. I'm going to pick up the habit again as Lisa needs a new pair and Mary has requested her face on the seat of another pair. I'm thinking for Mary's that i would use metallic gold thread to capture her face making that lovely scrunched "I'm gangsta bitch" expression on the left cheek and then her hand throwing a gang symbol on the other cheek.

Dance- omg lifeblood discussion time. I love dancing. And I don't mean just grinding like some ho on the dance floor, I mean the long hard grueling hours of repeating steps until your foot twitches in your sleep. I'm talking not being able to stand due to the intensity you poured into getting that leap to just the right height before releasing all the kinetic energy into a controlled spin. There is nothing like the pure joy of moving as if the music were following your body rather than the truth of your having to be right in step or it all falls apart on the floor. If I could just dance all day I would. That is not even a lie; not is it hyperbole. The summer I worked at Westover as a camp counselor is arguably one of the best weeks of my life; I got paid to dance all day for 5 days. I honestly even miss Patti's modern 1 classes with her suspensions and contractions and triplet walks. I cannot convey the sadness I feel at not having a proper dance class to train and work in right now; true story: one day I walked by the Boston Conservatory and could hear and then see a tap class and it almost brought me to tears. This situation needs to be rectified as soon as I have spare time and spare cash. I would take money out of my food and alcohol funds just to take one class it is that serious guys.

And maybe now I'll be able to sleep with all that off my mind.

1. Mindless Self-Indulgence
2. The Academy is...
3. Cobra starship
4. Kill Hannah
5. A.F.I.
6. Panic at the Disco
7. Metro Station
8. The Cab
9. Lil Wheezy
10. David Cook (no judging me)
11. The Sounds
12. Jack off Jill
13. Rhianna
14. Sublime
15. Metallica
16. Taylor Swift
17. Evanescence
18. Linkin Park
19. Smile Empty Soul
20. Cirque De Soleil

Except for this weekend.(Dorcas anyone?)

And next Sunday.(Really Really Ridiculously good-Looking Tour)

I need to go shopping for that concert like woahz.

Gotta look the part.

Got to do laundry too...but...i is so lazy...

Maybe if I could just Dance

Current Location:	Kitchen Table
Current Mood:	cranky
Current Music:	Bulls In Brooklyn

Some people tell me I should make better use of my time.
Who are they to judge?

My mother says I have no concept of time.
It's just I don't like reality's reasoning.

My father says nothing.
I think he works the same way as I do.

I'd rather not regret anything that I do.
It takes up too much time when you wallow in pity later.
I'll take responsibility for the dumb shit I've done.
But I will not tell you that I regret it.
I may call it dumb and immature.
That's as far as I go.

Talk to me about regrets when I'm eighty.

I'll probably show you my tattoo.
Or I show you some nifty paint-by-number that I've done.
That's assuming you'll be able to catch me.
My grandma had always been a worker.
I want to be like her.
Working and living every day until I die.
Time will catch up with me then.
But then I'll have a new concept of time to tackle with.

Current Location:	glab
Current Mood:	pensive
Current Music:	Thnks fr th Mmrs- FOB

It is true. Think about it.

I was having a beautiful discussion the other day about the fact that many people think they have the right to tell other people (called victim) what is wrong with the victim’s life. People think that they have an inclusive right to try and make changes in victim’s life.
Erm…no.

No I like to think that life is more of an exclusive story. Almost like a novel. But since sometimes you do allow people input, it is more a fanfic.
Hence the Panic! At the Disco-esque title.

Because goddamnit, I like P!atD.

And now back to the real post that I wanted to do: People Hating.

I have been losing faith in mankind over the past week.
It starts with large groups of people mobbing in red hall whilst poor souls (A.K.A: Me) try to get to the fucking coffee because I need it and no, people just step into my way. Not just happen to cross my path, but just stand there and become a human traffic cone.
Really not cute.
Or safe as it offends extremely mad coffee deprived individuals.

And then people try to tell you what you should do with your life.
(See above for calming refresher)
Those people can fuck off.
Because I really don’t give a shit about how you feel about tattoos. It is great that you have an opinion and I like hearing it, but don’t try to force it onto me.

I do not appreciate that at all.

Pet peeve.

That is not really pet.

More like Peeve with the capital. Always note a capital letter.

Move on to day two.
I found on my sister’s facebook photos of my younger sister, my neighbor, and the first sister chilling at the first sister’s dorm.
Fine, they went to visit.
Ok, they had some fun.
They probably got a little drunk.

And then I find a picture of the three of them cuddled together on the couch.
How cute…but where am I?
Oh yes I know I chose to come to school, but when I’m home on vacation, I never get invited to those parties. Oh no, no one parties when Katey is home.
We just sit on the couch.
And blame each other for not doing anything that day.

I am so moving out as soon as I have the money and never inviting them over to my apartment.

Fuck family.

Current Location:	glab
Current Mood:	crushed
Current Music:	TheOnlyDifferenceBetweenMartrydomAndSuicideIsPressCoverage

I have decided that I do not care who is reading my blogs anymore.
Plus this bitch has been annoying me all year so I am going to complain to the world at large.

Elizabeth Crannell is a stuck up brat who thinks that everyone wants to hear about how horrible her life is. Because living is Redding CT, which is basically a country club in and of itself, is such a hard life. Maybe if she didn't feel the need to be trashy and get drunk and have sex every weekend she wouldn't have problems. Now I am not condemning drinking and sex, it is just that she says that getting drunk and having sex proves that she is more mature than everyone around her. The fact that she feels the need to point this out to almost everyone in our class is proof to me that she might be one of the least mature people I have ever met. She also gets obsessive over the guys she has sex with and jealous of anyone they talk to. She wonders why they won't return her phone calls, but having been in the room while she is on the phone insulting and brow-beating the recipient of her phone calls into her opinions, I do understand why they won't call.
Her boy problems all tend to be the same story over and over again and I have told her I do not care to hear them but she still tries to tell me sometimes anyways.
And on the matter of opinions, she will tell you that she is open minded and accepting of people's opinions when in reality she is a blockhead. She is a hypocrite who won't admit she was wrong, but will tell you that you must have misunderstood her when she realizes that she was in the wrong. She can say whatever shit she wants about anyone who is your friend, insult you by saying that "you only defend them because blah blah blah", and then throw essentially a temper tantrum if you happen to say anything that could be construed as insulting about someone from her town. She is not even friends with the girl but if you say "Oh she's never in dress code" Liz will respond with "Don't say anything about her; She's from Redding therefore I like her." That doesn't make her a good person or automatically in dress code, princess.
And now to how she treats me personally.
First off, this spoiled brat who calls her father to get him to bring her printer paper to her that afternoon when she doesn’t even use the printer, had the nerve to call me a princess. I’m sorry that I find it logical for me to not like to sit in bright sunlight because I have extremely pale skin that burns after 10 minutes of direct sunlight. Then she tells me I’m too nice because I stuck up for a friend whom she was ragging on. I’m sorry that you make stupid assumptions about my friend and I feel the need to correct you. She also has the tendency to make every situation an “us/them” problem, when she seems to be the only person in the “us” category. She uses the pronoun “we” when she should use “I” and does not work well with others in group projects. For example, we have to choreograph a group piece, the senior dance, and we had to pick a song. Liz was the only person who had a problem with the song that was chosen, because it was not one of her two suggestions, and she sulked like a sullen brat while we listened to it and discussed what we were thinking we could do with the piece. She even had the nerve to say to a mutual friend that the only reason we picked the song was that I wanted that song and therefore I had said that it was the only song we could use. I just mentioned the song because I liked it and because we had no other workable suggestions. The other dancers voted on it and it was majority rules. In the dance class before the first official meeting, she announced that she was not excited for senior dance; “not for the reasons you think (aka the song) but I am not looking forward to the fights.” Since then all the “fights” that have occurred have been instigated by her and her inability to collaborate with other people.
She is a boring and horrible person. She is hypocritical, obstinate, and stupid. Stupid might be too strong of a word but she is easily brainwashed into believing things because certain members of the media said it is so. She doesn’t believe there is such a thing as global warming, but cannot really explain the science behind her conclusion. All her clothing is neutral toned and right out of prep-ville. It is not that the clothes are not nice, but you need variety in your life sometimes. She doesn’t even have a band tee. Actually all her t-shirts are white or pink. Her room is boring to be in as there is nothing to look at and her décor is in pastel shades. And she thought Laura should have won season three of Project Runway. Isn’t the point of project runway to stretch beyond your comfort level…because Laura never did. I will admit that Laura’s clothing was high-quality and well put together but it lack personality. And that is why Liz liked her stuff…because that is what she would have designed.
Plus nothing she ever does is her fault. One day there was a discussion in which Liz listed almost everything she hated, which is many things, and then the conversation turned to Christmas movies. Someone mentioned “A Christmas Story” and as I do not like that movie personally and as I was feeling rather emotional that day, I said that I hated it. Liz turned to me and said, “What is wrong with you?” as if my not liking the movie made me less that human. I replied with “Why is there something wrong with me just because I don’t like one thing?” Her reply: “Someone is in a bad mood.”

What?

Why is my disagreeing with her having anything to do with being in a bad mood? I was in a fine mood until she made me out to be sub-human.

I hope she is reading this, and I hope that she has the guts to confront me about this if she does.
Because she still thinks we are friends when I blatantly refuse to listen to her.

Have a nice day!

P.S. I will be taking requests for topics to rant on; I plan to try and do one a week as a cleansing of my brain.

Because sometimes, I just feel like I have to many thoughts in my head to be thinking correctly.

Current Location:	Maclab
Current Mood:	morose
Current Music:	"Du hast"- rammstein

Fuck.

Now I'm awake and I can't go back to sleep and I don't study that much and I'm going to probably waste my time reading fanfics and please god somebody just hit me because I can ramble on forever with out taking a breath because Hey, Its the internet if you didn't know and now this reminds me of when I went to Lake Compounce with Dayne, Kristin, Miriam and Jas Ras and my adreline rush hit and I just starting talking and talking without taking a breatha nd I'm sure it was fucking annoying but hey, I was out of control I mean it was a Sunday and I was still in Connecticut but not at westover and it was fun and exciting and ah shit.
I need to find something to do.

No time to mourn properly as I went to my friends party at about 4 and swam and ate and sat in a hottub...watch Quaf after the boys left and did not go to sleep until 5.30. Slept in until 1, got up saw Charlie and the Chocolate factory at 4.45 and then came home. Got up at 7.20 for work...it's surprises me that i can function properly. Now its lunchy time.

man what a weekend.

Joyous.

Sometimes I hate procastinating....

Current Mood:

grumpy

Its so easy to spill stuff to faceless people...even though I know your faces.
(By the way, none of you are t he ones that bug me by standing too close. ^.^)

Current Mood:	cynical
Current Music:	Heroin by Wolfsheim

That presentation today (ya all yoou westover sophmores know what I'm talking about) the lady put up the me vs. you thing and under it had: Fear ---> Love! EEP! Donnie Darko. yes so I'm bored so I'm leaving now.