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Wow, I just completely abandoned this blog. So typical of me. I never finish what I start.

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Peace.

You like your girls insane?

My apologies if this post ends up sounding a bit fragmented, but I keep looking at my phone to see if you-know-who has texted me yet and throwing it across the room when I see that he hasn't. Then, approximately five minutes later, I go get it and start the cycle all over again.

Things have been pretty wild around here lately. A bunch of freshman boys showed up drunk at school on Friday, resulting in one of them puking and passing out in the middle of 3rd period and the other running around the courtyard like a madman during lunch. The best part of all of this was watching our extremely obese security guard's sad attempt to chase him--priceless. On Saturday, at a school-sponsored Battle of the Bands, the underclassmen struck again. A group of sophomores was performing "Little Lion Man" by Mumford and Sons and chose not to omit the profanities in the chorus. The administration tried to herd them off of the stage, but they proceeded to finish their set. As soon as they finished, they were kicked out of the event. Today, they were each given three days of in-school suspension.

Personally, I am behind the boys in the band 100%. Everyone at the event was high school aged or older and fully aware of the meaning of the word "fuck." Also, anyone who appreciates good music knows that lyrics are essential to a song's overall effect on its audience, and anyone with a brain should realize that "I really messed it up this time" is nowhere near as suited to the meaning of the song as the original line is.

But whatever. Some fights can never be won. For example, if they were to plead the first amendment in this scenario, it would be a moot point because that right, along with many others, is thrown out while a student is at school or a school-sanctioned event. Plus, our principal's been kind of on edge lately, ever since she got puked on by some drunk guy at a basketball game. That kid got three days of ISS, too.

Don't break the rules, guys. Well actually, just don't get caught.

PS: The title of this entry is a lyric from Lana Del Rey's "Born To Die". Even though most of it has already leaked, I'm still pyched for her album, which comes out on the 31st.

Weekday warrior

Hi, long time no talk...don't worry, I haven't disappeared forever, I've just been so bogged down with work after coming back from the break that I haven't had time for much else. My life these days is just study, study, study; all work and no play!

...If only that were true. Sometimes I think I'm a pathological liar. I lie for no reason, about unimportant things that really don't matter at all. I guess sometimes the truth just bores me. Anyhow, I think my behavior's actually been a bit worse than usual this week. Yesterday, I participated in "Whiskey Wednesday" and today was "Tipsy Thursday." Oops. But it's not like I got falling-down drunk or anything. It's just that going back to school was so unbearable that I couldn't handle it sober. And it's not like I was drinking alone (the #1 sign of alcoholism), my best friend was in on it too. Although I supplied the booze, of course.

What really surprised me is how few people notice the girl who pulls out a Gatorade bottle full of brown liquid and chugs it, then makes a face and downs some orange juice, all right in the middle of first period. Sure, I've pulled similar antics before, but only flavored vodka in a water bottle or something equally discreet. And I never make "the face." But with whiskey I just can't help it. It's my one alcoholic weakness, and I still maintain the belief that it gets you drunker than any other kind of drink, no matter what the proof. But it was the only substance that was available to me at the time--for free, at least--and I was pretty desperate.

So here I am, and I have made it (almost) to the weekend. What adventures will I embark on this time? Last weekend I went streaking for the first time ever, went camping indoors (don't ask), and hooked up with a new guy who I might actually be interested in. While this all sounds pretty successful, and it was, this weekend I want to top it. I'm planning on raving hard on Friday and getting super stoned on Saturday. These wishes will most likely come true, as I am staying at my dad's and he's pretty lax about the whole "parenting" thing. Plus, my mom's out of town all weekend, so I can always head over to her house if I need a chill spot.

I wish you could party with me, whoever you are. Enjoy your well-deserved weekend!

Phonies (Part 2)

I'm just going to go ahead and dive right into tonight's exposé of real-life phonies. But first, may I recommend listening to something adequately angsty while reading this--perhaps the new Cults album or some Lana Del Rey (don't hate).

Our first culprit is none other than my own father. While he's not exactly the phoniest of all, he has been being pretty damn fake, at least for this past year. See, he has a girlfriend, and for the longest time he thought I didn't know about her. This is obviously an unwarranted assumption, because I know everything...and I'm a bit of a snoop. Anyhow, the only reason he finally admitted it to me was because someone else told him to. I know that he loves my sister and I and wants only the best for us, but it's hard for me to believe this when he's sneaking around with his new lady like they're fucking Shakespearean or something. For months I would barely speak to him and tried to spend as little time with him as possible. Now, after a series of long talks, we have become much closer, but I still remember his lies. I guess you could call him a "recovering" phony.

Now I'm going to introduce you to a narcissist, hypocrite, and full-blown phony. Of course, she is a popular high school girl. She is the president of our school spirit club, has never been spotted wearing the same article of clothing twice, and is looked up to by most of the people at our school. Myself not included. This is because of a minor scandal that took place a few months ago in which she tweeted (by the way, I hate Twitter) something snarky about the length of another girl's skirt. First of all, cyberbullying is just plain pathetic. Secondly, the girl she was talking about is absolutely stunning in every way and has a gorgeous boyfriend, leading me to believe that that girl #1 was merely suffering from a case of jealousy.

As if this petty display wasn't enough, a few weeks later, this girl had the nerve to put up an extremely hypocritical post on the school spirit club's Facebook page. It had been having issues with students posting negative comments about other student's athletic performances, and she was basically saying that we should all just be "kind" and "loving" towards one another. Well fuck that, Miss Tweet-rude-untrue-shit-about-other-people. I guess everyone else had just chosen to forget about that little episode though, because no one said anything about it.

Frankly, the whole thing just makes me sick. The next time I'm drunk at a football/basketball game and that bitch starts a cheer, I'm going to boo her extremely loudly. Or just leave and get stoned. Yeah, probably the second one. Sweet dreams, dear reader.

Phonies (Part 1)

I wish Holden Caulfield was real. Lately, I've been feeling like he's the only one who will ever understand me. We share the same habits (smoking and cursing) and have very similar philosophies in life. We are also both quick to spot phonies--fakers, posers, hypocrites--whatever you call them. I try not to be judgemental, but to merely recognize their behavior and make sure that I myself am not following their lead. Some phonies, however, are so excruciatingly fake and yet unaware of their hypocrisy that I feel they deserve to be ousted, or at least ranted about.

I'm not going to get into the well-known phonies (Donald Trump, Hermain Cain, Sarah Palin...let's just say most prominent Republicans), rather, I will discuss some of those that are near and dear to me. The first, sadly, is my mother.

Example: today, my family went to go visit some extended relatives. On the way there, my mother harshly chastised me about one of her favorite subjects--my appearance. See, growing up, my mother was head cheerleader of her high school squad, dated the same boy for over 5 years, and never did any sort of drugs. Obviously, that is nowhere close to my lifestyle. And, naturally, my looks reflect my lifestyle. I like to wear sweaters, skinny jeans, and boots in the winter, cut-offs and t-shirts in the summer, and flannel shirts anytime in between. I refuse to wear my hear in the flat, stick-straight style that every single other girl my age seems to. Who wants to have to iron their hair for half an hour every morning? Not me. My mother takes immense offense to this, asserting that I'm "going to get dreadlocks" or that I "haven't brushed my hair in weeks." Both of these statements are false, although dreadlocks would be pretty sick.

Anyhow, the entire way to our relatives, my mother had been critiquing my wardrobe, her voice about ten times too loud for the enclosed space. Some choice quotes: "You look like a homeless person!" "You are an embarrassment!" "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Don't take the lord's name in vain!" Eventually I just stopped responding and stuck my earphones in. By the time we got there, she was red in the face. But of course, the moment we crossed the threshold, she became a smiling, doting mother--wrapping her arm around me, bragging about my SAT scores, the works. The second their backs were turned, though, she would glare and me and mouth "Be polite!" or "Sit up straight!" Needless to say, it was not a fun day for me.

I think this little excerpt from my life properly shows what a phony is. I'm out of time for now, but in my next post I'm going to expose some even more formidable phonies--including but not limited to a "popular" girl at my school and...you guessed it...my father. My hope is that they will inspire you to go out into the world and be real.