January 2009
43 posts
Pulled Over
Cop: How old are you guys?
Jamie: 18.
Jason: 18 -- oh, wait, I'm 20!
Cop: (confused look)
Jason: Sorry... cops scare me.
Happy Birthday Stacy Wilkinson
Love you long time.
Potential
In AP Psychology, my teacher makes an annual deal with his classes. If you receive an A on the semester final, you receive a 3% boost to your overall grade. With a steady 87% the entire semester, I was desperate for this last chance to bump my GPA up a few points.
To get an A on the final, you have to correctly answer 180 questions out of 200. Imagine my disappointment when the paper was...
Obama's White House →
Compare and contrast. (via)
Scar
There’s a scar branching out from the middle of my upper lip to the beginning of my left cheek. It hurts to smile, or even talk for that matter. I’m taking it as a sign.
This week marks the end of the first semester and the beginning of the last semester of my high school career; this week is a significant point in time, warning me that graduation is inching closer and closer. This...
Of Montreal - 1st Time High...
Obi Best - Swedish Boy
Automatic reblog, since...
WatchTyler and Eric are ridiculous (Yes.). Not very clever (Yes.) But, hilarious (Yes.) to the point that I would save their video on a flash drive (Yes.) so I can go home and upload it to share it with the world (Yes.).
Stolen off the desktop of the computer in my art class.
Enjoy the facial expressions.
Stage Kids - Question and Answer
A drunkenly...
Hiding
I made a sarcastic comment today that sparked an overreaction leading to a condescending lecture that provoked a — figuratively speaking — slap in the face.
My government teacher asked me to stay after class to question me about the source of my “drive to be the sarcastic class clown.” It never occurred to him that perhaps, I’m just stupid.
Why can’t I just...
Anniversary
It took an entire day of staring at my planner and pondering over a thought that I just couldn’t quite uncover, but I’ve finally had an epiphany.
It’s the would-be 20th anniversary of my parents’ wedding.
Two decades ago, my parents made the formal vow that not until death would they part. Twenty years later, it’s a rarity when they’re on the same side of the...
Fourteen Water Bottles
I have fourteen empty water bottles next to me, twelve unread books on my floor, and nothing in my mind.
Yes, I counted.
Why am I telling you this? Because I have nothing of substance to say. But, being me, I have to say something. So, there it is.
Even though I’m going insane, we can all agree that at the least, I’m staying hydrated.
Blue Judy - All The Things You Know
This song was...
Coconut Records - Microphone
I’ve praised...
“Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just...”
– Martin Luther King Jr (via)
“When I’m in writing mode for a novel, I get up at 4:00 am and work for five to...”
– Haruki Murakami Further proof that I’m not a wimp for wanting to be a writer. Kidding. I’m no Murakami. I would be too lazy to go further than my computer desk for work everyday. And with my capacity for procrastination, I’d probably get one book out before I die, and...
The Zombies - Time of The Season
On a car ride...
“Just don’t do anything stupid because you are not a minor anymore.”
– The only birthday present I received from my Dad. Wisdom.
January 15th
Two police officers came for me today during fourth period. I was outside of art class — playing model for my photography peers — when a concerned Amal came outside, speechless, ushering me back into the classroom.
A feeling all too familiar took over my body. Cops. For me. The initial surprise, followed by the rapid heart beat, and the subsequent shiver with a stoic expression as...
Eighteen!
My fingers are numb and my mind is elsewhere but I just want to announce that I’m fucking eighteen! Birthday shots equal death.
Breakestra - Hiding
I’ve fallen into the...
Blah
I’ve been blogging, just not posting.
I feel like I’m in an endless circle of blah. I say the same things, I complain about the same things, I observe the same things.
I feel like the more I put out there, the more I seem one-dimensional. Artie this, Artie that. School this, procrastination that. Alcohol this, drunk that.
I’m in a cycle that is comfortable, poisonous, and...
Two More Days
I become your average, eighteen-year-old cynic with mild mental issues in just two, short days.
Until the clock strikes midnight on January 15th 2009, I’ll be committing petty crimes so that when I get caught, I can still be convicted as a minor.
Flat Tire
My car tire flattened over night. And, like that tire, I’m also out of air. I propose the world goes to sleep for a week so I can rejuvenate.
Settled
This is an extremely delayed entry, but I felt it needed to be posted before it disintegrates into thin air and I completely forget about it.
A week ago, my boyfriend admitted that he just “settled” for me.
I don’t remember it in exact words and I can barely remember the context in which this was stated, but I do remember, plainly, that it was. It’s not a surprise,...
Katzra
Artie took me to a sushi bar last night where his uncle’s friend was DJing for the restaurant. Not only was there excellent, excellent music, there was excellent company. And they didn’t card me. Free sake all around.
A Poem
I can’t write. I can’t write. I can’t write. I can’t write. I can’t write. I can’t write. I can’t write. I can’t write.
I suck.
Lenka - The Show
Just some catchy, upbeat music...
Lost
On New Years Eve, I got — safe to say — trashed. I drank past my known limitations and I paid for it. I woke up the next morning with bruises on my hip (apparently, I crashed into the side of a shelf), runs in my pantyhose (apparently, I walked two blocks barefoot), and virtually no memory of the past night’s occurrences after the stroke of midnight.
Artie pieced together...
The Submarines - Sub Symphonika
I’ve just...
Chargers
I’m not a football fanatic, although — genetically — I should be. Every few Sundays, I get awakened by the hysterical cries of my father and sister in the kitchen, watching the NFL.
But with my Dad halfway across the world and Misa and James halfway up a mountain somewhere, snowboarding, I was left with only the comfort of the television and my German shepherd tonight. Out of...
Threat
Jamie: Sometimes I feel like you kind of settled. Like, you felt a nibble and you just reeled me in. It didn't matter if I was a big fish or a small one. You just wanted to eat.
Artie: Who's to say if you're a big fish or a small one?
Jamie: I am. And you're lucky you got a big fish. You just have to know that big fish can squirm and fight and jump back into the water.
I Always Knew
I find myself stuck in a rut these days. I refuse to climb out because, frankly, I don’t think I want to.
I read over blogs from the past year and I realize how depressed I’ve become. But the thing is, I do it to myself. I feed off unhappiness. No matter how much I try deny it, I want to be unhappy. I like it. I like being able to complain. I like wanting what I can’t...
"Cheers to My Graduating Year!"
I rang in the New Year with a shooting down the street, a firecracker threat to the house, too many shots of Captain Morgan, and vomit.
It was a horrible New Year, and I wish I could just press some type of do-over button.
Since I started drinking, I’ve managed to avoid that sickening result of too much alcohol. For several years, I managed to keep my digested food inside my stomach. ...