
A random, sarcastic, and poorly written blog about the uneventful life of a sad sorry girl in Kentucky.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Dear Mom and Dad, Why Did You Let Them Do This To Me?

Labels:
awesome,
childhood,
dance,
hookers,
parenthood,
questionable
I Love Music, It Always Gives Me Something to Do
Tonight I performed a concert with the Cincinnati Youth Wind Ensemble and I must say, it was one of the best concerts I have ever done. Tomorrow night I have a school band concert which will be awesome like always.
Along with CYWE and school, I have finally convinced my band director to let me be in the school jazz band even though I am a clarinet and he has never allowed one to be in it. Maybe it was because of my stepping up in class or my recent involvement in Percussion Ensemble, but either way I am super excited! I've wanted to be in jazz band for the longest time and now my dreams have come true! Now I just have to play in a symphony and I will be satisfied.
With CYWE, school band, percussion ensemble, and now jazz band along with taking private lessons I'd like to think that I have my work cut out for me. :)
Along with CYWE and school, I have finally convinced my band director to let me be in the school jazz band even though I am a clarinet and he has never allowed one to be in it. Maybe it was because of my stepping up in class or my recent involvement in Percussion Ensemble, but either way I am super excited! I've wanted to be in jazz band for the longest time and now my dreams have come true! Now I just have to play in a symphony and I will be satisfied.
With CYWE, school band, percussion ensemble, and now jazz band along with taking private lessons I'd like to think that I have my work cut out for me. :)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I Cannot Draw to Save My Life and I Love It
Television is the Best Worst Thing That Has Ever Happened to Me
I'm going on about 3 hours fro m sitting on my couch watching television. Sadly, this has been my routine (wake up, school, get home, eat, tv, eat, more tv, sleep and repeat) for the past month leading me to sit, eat, and accomplish nothing. I think I have started a butt indentation on my couch and if that's not something that should be worth celebrating, I don't know what is! I need to find a better hobby... I wonder where my clarinet is...
Sunday, November 29, 2009
My Dreams For My One True Love Are Ruined
Friday, November 27, 2009
Oh, The Miraculous Comments of My Tender Loving Boyfriend
Boyfriend: "You've been pretty shy around my friends. Is it because you're scared because they're seniors?"
Me: "Yeah, pretty much."
Boyfriend: "Well don't worry, they think you're cute."
Me: "That's good. I was afraid they would think I was fat or anything."
Boyfriend: "Well, they think you're nice."
The next day in English class:
Classmate: "So this morning his brother came up to him and asked why the hell you two were dating. He asked if he thought you were pretty or something and his response was, 'well she's nice' "
Two days later:
Boyfriend: "So my friend stopped me in the halls and says 'Hey! I saw you with your girlfriend yesterday... you could do better' and I was like 'what are you talking about? she's pretty and nice.' and then he goes 'but you could have all of this!' and starts to rub all over his body. I gotta say, it was a tough decision... but don't worry I chose you."
Me: "Yeah, pretty much."
Boyfriend: "Well don't worry, they think you're cute."
Me: "That's good. I was afraid they would think I was fat or anything."
Boyfriend: "Well, they think you're nice."
The next day in English class:
Classmate: "So this morning his brother came up to him and asked why the hell you two were dating. He asked if he thought you were pretty or something and his response was, 'well she's nice' "
Two days later:
Boyfriend: "So my friend stopped me in the halls and says 'Hey! I saw you with your girlfriend yesterday... you could do better' and I was like 'what are you talking about? she's pretty and nice.' and then he goes 'but you could have all of this!' and starts to rub all over his body. I gotta say, it was a tough decision... but don't worry I chose you."
Monday, November 23, 2009
I Pick Up The Best From My Parents
As I grow older I've come to realize how much I'm like my parents.
Physically I have the facial hair, hairy arms, and the beloved back boob. Now, if those aren't the assets that every teenage girl wants to have well maybe I should include my acne, poor eye sight, and foot odor. Now, I could go on about my marvelous features but you might start to puke.
When it comes to my personality I've really stuck gold! I have a short passive aggressive temper, and I've recently discovered my ability to not express my emotions. Also the need to procrastinate, keep myself busy so I don't have to recognize what is going on around me and the crude sense of humor that no one should find funny. I could keep going on about my personality flaws but then you may just start thinking that I am a lazy teenager that has nothing better to do than sit on the computer and occasionally play mortal kombat while stuffing her face with junk food. (Yikes! That is me!)
I don't think I'm not like my parents at all, I think I am too much like my parents. We have a lot in common but our overall lack of being able to show it makes us feel more distant from each other. I don't know if they realize I know this, they probably don't. And most likely this isn't just the case for me, tons of kids are probably in the same situation and just don't know it. Who knows, maybe I'm just weird.
Physically I have the facial hair, hairy arms, and the beloved back boob. Now, if those aren't the assets that every teenage girl wants to have well maybe I should include my acne, poor eye sight, and foot odor. Now, I could go on about my marvelous features but you might start to puke.
When it comes to my personality I've really stuck gold! I have a short passive aggressive temper, and I've recently discovered my ability to not express my emotions. Also the need to procrastinate, keep myself busy so I don't have to recognize what is going on around me and the crude sense of humor that no one should find funny. I could keep going on about my personality flaws but then you may just start thinking that I am a lazy teenager that has nothing better to do than sit on the computer and occasionally play mortal kombat while stuffing her face with junk food. (Yikes! That is me!)
I don't think I'm not like my parents at all, I think I am too much like my parents. We have a lot in common but our overall lack of being able to show it makes us feel more distant from each other. I don't know if they realize I know this, they probably don't. And most likely this isn't just the case for me, tons of kids are probably in the same situation and just don't know it. Who knows, maybe I'm just weird.
Friday, October 23, 2009
3 Main Food Groups
At the age of 15 my 3 main food groups are:
1. Cereal: 1-2 bowls a day
2. Pizza: with pineapple, ham, peppers, sausage,and onions
3. Spuds: typically 1 serving a day; mainly tots and fries
It's quiet the diet if I do say so myself.
1. Cereal: 1-2 bowls a day
2. Pizza: with pineapple, ham, peppers, sausage,and onions
3. Spuds: typically 1 serving a day; mainly tots and fries
It's quiet the diet if I do say so myself.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Revamped!
I've revamped my obsession with make up. I want to become a make up artist. So my future career options:
1: make up artist
2: photographer
3: graphic designer
4: special effects engineer
5: photojournalist
So many options, I don't know which one to choose!
1: make up artist
2: photographer
3: graphic designer
4: special effects engineer
5: photojournalist
So many options, I don't know which one to choose!
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