it's cold. there's 5 blankets on my bed. i've been in 4+ layers for the last three days, and it shows no signs of letting up yet. aside from all the negative, the last two days of school have been cancelled, and it looks like tomorrow with be too. i'm down with that.
so with that, i'll mosey on to the topic of the WORLD'S BEST MOVIE EVER. Rent. that's right, Rent. it's AMAZING. i'm so in love with it. Mark Cohen and Roger Davis = <3. watch it, i promise it's good. once you get over the lesbians, a cross dresser, a stripper and a drug addict, anyways. oh, and the whole AIDS thing. okay, so i never said it was appropriate for younger audiences ...
on a warmer note, i feel very looked after and loved tonight, courtesy of my wonderful boyfriend and my amazing best friends. as shayleah would say, "we live a charmed life".
bye bye dears!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
aDORKable. period.
so i was going to actually talk about something significant, but i can't really think of anything important and/or i don't really feel like taking the time to explain the whole damn situation. ugh, my life is a soap opera ...
okay well, the dance last night was pretty great. like, it was really kinda boring, and it was definetly not one of the best dances, but i still had a good time partying like a rockstar with everybody. namely kat, stef, deb and jordan (debbie's cool bf), randi, jordan, ellen, ian, and, for don't wanna miss a thing, erin. we slow-danced like idiots to one of aerosmith's most classic songs, dreaming of gorgeous mike with his adorable hair and cute smile and very very hot voice. we sang the whole song at the top of our lungs and hugged when it ended cause we were sad :P we're SUCH losers. and while we were dancing we saw dylan baloun dancing by himself because he's just like that and it was pretty much the cutest thing ever. it amused me.
oh, and rocking out to fallen leaves by billy talent was AWESOME. moshing in a pleated skirt that only comes halfway to your knees is difficult, but oh so much fun. and then we moved in front of the strobe light, and that was even cooler. it would have been better if my hair had been down, but what can you do. next dance i suppose.
so other than that, nothing too interesting is happening. nyx is coming out next weekend :D i misses her lotses. we'll party and laugh lots and be idiots like always, and we'll wear too much eyeliner and listen to music that's too loud and make way too much noise, but it'll be a blast. AND. she's staying in manitou, so there's no excuse for not seeing her this time :D:D:D
okay well, the dance last night was pretty great. like, it was really kinda boring, and it was definetly not one of the best dances, but i still had a good time partying like a rockstar with everybody. namely kat, stef, deb and jordan (debbie's cool bf), randi, jordan, ellen, ian, and, for don't wanna miss a thing, erin. we slow-danced like idiots to one of aerosmith's most classic songs, dreaming of gorgeous mike with his adorable hair and cute smile and very very hot voice. we sang the whole song at the top of our lungs and hugged when it ended cause we were sad :P we're SUCH losers. and while we were dancing we saw dylan baloun dancing by himself because he's just like that and it was pretty much the cutest thing ever. it amused me.
oh, and rocking out to fallen leaves by billy talent was AWESOME. moshing in a pleated skirt that only comes halfway to your knees is difficult, but oh so much fun. and then we moved in front of the strobe light, and that was even cooler. it would have been better if my hair had been down, but what can you do. next dance i suppose.
so other than that, nothing too interesting is happening. nyx is coming out next weekend :D i misses her lotses. we'll party and laugh lots and be idiots like always, and we'll wear too much eyeliner and listen to music that's too loud and make way too much noise, but it'll be a blast. AND. she's staying in manitou, so there's no excuse for not seeing her this time :D:D:D
Monday, January 7, 2008
MANDA: The Motion Picture Soundtrack
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
Okay, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool... Have fun!
1.) Opening Credits: In The Pocket ~ Greg Sczebel
2.) Waking up: Don't Look At Me ~ Stacie Orrico (haha well i DO get bed head something awful ... )
3.) First day of school: Naked ~ Suzi Rawn (uh ... that might not the best way to make friends :P)
4.) Falling In Love: I Think I'm In Love ~ Jessica Simpson (woah, there she goes, doing that perceptive thing again ... )
5.) Breaking Up: I'm A Bitch ~ Meredith Brooks (lol. that may be the problem, yes?)
6.) Prom/Grad: Check On It ~ Beyonce (hell to the YE-AH)
7.) Life's OK: This Is Why I'm Hot ~ MIMS (lol that's pretty appropriate i'd say)
8.) Mental Breakdown: Not Afraid ~ I Witness (haha maybe you should be ... )
9.) Driving: Points of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer ~ Jay-Z/Linkin Park
10.) Flashback: Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner ~ Fall Out Boy (maybe that's what you're flashing back to, who knows ... maybe somebody DID put baby in the corner ... )
11.) Getting Back Together: Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps ~ Cadence (lol being coy about it, are we?)
12.) Birth of Child: Welcome to My Life ~ Simple Plan (LOL!)
13.) Wedding: I Hate Myself For Losing You ~ Kelly Clarkson (uh ... yes ... well then ... )
14.) Final Battle: Brave New World ~ Hedley (ooooh, ya, that's a good final battle song :] )
15.) Death Scene: Gone ~ Kelly Clarkson (nice, fate. real nice)
16.) Funeral: Wait A Minute ~ Pussycat Dolls (uh, ladies? i don't think it works like that ... )
17.) End Credits: Endless ~ Amanda Falk (they may SEEM endless ... but trust me. they DO have an end. you just have to be patient)
Okay, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool... Have fun!
1.) Opening Credits: In The Pocket ~ Greg Sczebel
2.) Waking up: Don't Look At Me ~ Stacie Orrico (haha well i DO get bed head something awful ... )
3.) First day of school: Naked ~ Suzi Rawn (uh ... that might not the best way to make friends :P)
4.) Falling In Love: I Think I'm In Love ~ Jessica Simpson (woah, there she goes, doing that perceptive thing again ... )
5.) Breaking Up: I'm A Bitch ~ Meredith Brooks (lol. that may be the problem, yes?)
6.) Prom/Grad: Check On It ~ Beyonce (hell to the YE-AH)
7.) Life's OK: This Is Why I'm Hot ~ MIMS (lol that's pretty appropriate i'd say)
8.) Mental Breakdown: Not Afraid ~ I Witness (haha maybe you should be ... )
9.) Driving: Points of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer ~ Jay-Z/Linkin Park
10.) Flashback: Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner ~ Fall Out Boy (maybe that's what you're flashing back to, who knows ... maybe somebody DID put baby in the corner ... )
11.) Getting Back Together: Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps ~ Cadence (lol being coy about it, are we?)
12.) Birth of Child: Welcome to My Life ~ Simple Plan (LOL!)
13.) Wedding: I Hate Myself For Losing You ~ Kelly Clarkson (uh ... yes ... well then ... )
14.) Final Battle: Brave New World ~ Hedley (ooooh, ya, that's a good final battle song :] )
15.) Death Scene: Gone ~ Kelly Clarkson (nice, fate. real nice)
16.) Funeral: Wait A Minute ~ Pussycat Dolls (uh, ladies? i don't think it works like that ... )
17.) End Credits: Endless ~ Amanda Falk (they may SEEM endless ... but trust me. they DO have an end. you just have to be patient)
Thursday, January 3, 2008
The Quest Renewed
Once a year, in the season when spirits and the sun are at their lowest, nature presents us with a clean slate. So what if the previous 12 months were studded with sins, nonfeasance and miscalculations. On January 1, we get to start all over again, and this time to do it right.
Of course we hope for a better world. But it's the little thinkgs we wish for ourselves - and resolve to work for - that give New Year's Day its special cachet. We wish for a few less pounds, or in the unlikely event that we need them, a few more. We decide that we must get more exercise, and that, yes, this is the year in which we will, once and for all, give up smoking. We tell ourselves that come Spring, we'll repair the roof and plant the garden and, by heaven, we're going to go through all that stuff lying around and give away what we don't need.
Why do we make these promises to ourselves? We do it because a long time ago we read that man was a little lower than the angels, and we believed it. The possibility of perfection is the most enduring of all illusions, and its pursuit is the most enduring of all quests.
Perfection, of course, is not within: unflawed is unhuman. But perhaps we are perfectible. We can come close, we tell ourselves. Maybe next time. Maybe next year. Maybe this year.
The New York Times
Of course we hope for a better world. But it's the little thinkgs we wish for ourselves - and resolve to work for - that give New Year's Day its special cachet. We wish for a few less pounds, or in the unlikely event that we need them, a few more. We decide that we must get more exercise, and that, yes, this is the year in which we will, once and for all, give up smoking. We tell ourselves that come Spring, we'll repair the roof and plant the garden and, by heaven, we're going to go through all that stuff lying around and give away what we don't need.
Why do we make these promises to ourselves? We do it because a long time ago we read that man was a little lower than the angels, and we believed it. The possibility of perfection is the most enduring of all illusions, and its pursuit is the most enduring of all quests.
Perfection, of course, is not within: unflawed is unhuman. But perhaps we are perfectible. We can come close, we tell ourselves. Maybe next time. Maybe next year. Maybe this year.
The New York Times
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