Monday, August 8, 2011

It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

My Bestie Is Going On Vacation To Hogwarts With Me!


Okay, I know you would like a reasonable explanation for why I'm doing this...
Well, my dear sweet readers, I am going to UNIVERSAL STUDIOS IN ORLANDO FLORIDA WITH MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD. (I actually have two best best best friends but only one of them is coming. Brianna is coming Hunter is not. Once again, Hunter is female.. I think.. Lol, jk she's definitely a girl.) Brianna's my Harry Potter buddie and as my friend Karis likes to say, we are "Harry Pottheads".

We went to first showing  of Part 1 at freaking midnight on a school night. (Like, real HP fans do.) While we were waiting at my house we did the following:

1.) Wear my sister's old HP  Haloween costumes and ran around my backyard like monkeys on crack.

2.) Giggled about things that weren't funny and trying to eat dinner but to overcome with excitement to take basic needs like food seriously.

3.) Played on the old teeter totter trying to make time fly.. But it doesn't.

4.) We go to my room. I attempt to take a nap while Brianna tries to read. It doesn't work. (Mostly due to the fact that when Brianna gets bored she pokes me. ALL OVER ME. AD INFINITUM.  In the head, shoulders, stomach, legs, arms.. ANYWHERE.) It's like she thinks this guy is me..

It always makes me consider getting a new friend. But I don't.

5.) We go to the movies.

( I brought my wand guys. I kept it in my Uggs.) At first I was all like,

Even though I had read the books like a starving tiger (that was craving Harry Potter) And I knew what would happen, when Dobby died I was so confused because in my HP/Keenan love-sick mind, even though I knew it would happen, I thought maybe Movie-Harry could save him even though Book-Harry couldn't.

It was not so.

I sobbed my heart out. I think tears were leaking out of my soul from the pain.

So at the end of the night, when we got home this was me.

But anyways, I'm still so excited I feel like I've been eating concentrated joy for breakfast.

I also learned an important lesson that day. Movie-Harry, is the same guy as book-Harry.

See ya!


Friday, May 20, 2011

Another Keenan Post

God damn it. This is not working. And you can tell I'm really stressed out because when I am I cuss. Not a lot but just a few words.

I went to my dearest red-tie-guy's school's sport's banquet looking like a f***ing champion. (if you haven't figured this out already my sisters go to the same school as him and that's why I was there... Sort of.)

Okay, so I really went there because I was hoping to God that he would wear a red tie. I don't know what it is about that but seriously I felt like if he wore one that would be a confirmation that we were soul mates.

I am so glad he didn't notice me before I saw him cause guess what. He was wearing a tie. A RED ONE.
I'm pretty sure I started hyperventilating. And I know I went into cardiac arrest. Then I fainted. Died. Saw God and fainted again from his sheer awesomeness. And landed myself back on Earth. (This happened a sum of 52.386 times.) then stared at Keenan and trying to gain some semblance of compsure.

Yeah Guys. I seriously DIED. So I guess I'm a zombie now...

But anyways, as soon as I saw him again it was like a movie montage..
We get married. Have loadsssssssss of kids. Grow old together. And die in the same bed at the same time like in the Notebook. (The movie, in the book Noah doesn't even die..)

This is how I pictured us at the banquet. We lock eyes, he walks over and talks to me until is starts. He talks to me while it goes. He talks to me after it's over. He asks for my number. He talks to me all through the night. And basically for the rest of my life.

This is how it really went.

                                                                                                  1.) He talks to his friends.

<- me. (As a small asian baby crying)

                                                                             2.) He watches the awards.

<-Me sobbing from his sheer beauty)

3.) He says waves and says something I didn't understand.
<- Me slamming my head into things from 

4.) I have to go home.

I don't know what it is about that boy, I know his looks may have some to do with it but it'd not the majority. I think it may be his eyes. It's like you can see his whole personality in them and the fact that he is the happiest guy in the world and you just want to share it with him. <-freaking embarassing but I'm not erasing it. Okay, I think it's all out of my system. But this is a serious SOS. I think I would still like Keenan even if he looked like this guy as long as he still had his eyes.
Maybe not that guy... But yeah.

See ya,

Thursday, May 19, 2011

I'm in Love

Love sucks. I don't know if it's really love but as soon as I saw this guy I was gone. No guy compared to him.
I know what you're thinking, she loves Finn from Glee!!!
I love Keenan who resembles Finn to the point where it is scary.
Now ya'll are like "Oh, she likes Keenan because he looks like Finn!"
I love Finn because he looks like Keenan.
And Finn is as close as I will ever get to Keenan. It's not even the other way around.
I saw him a little over a year ago at his school's Christmas concert.

He was wearing a red tie and playing Phantom of the Opera (my favorite Broadway play. I went to see it in NYC when I was 13.) on some kind of massive violin. (I have no idea what it's called.) He looked up for about half of a second and our eyes locked.

It all went downhill from there. If somebody told me that love-at-first-sight were I would totally believe it. (Oh yeah, I also dubbed him as "red tie guy" because I didn't know his name. That nickname made him a celebrity, I swear.)

After that I didn't complain about going to the basketball games with my sisters or anything that invloved his school in hopes of getting the merest glimpse of him. The first time he aknowledged my existence my heart melted. I think I may possibly be insane because we have had a total of one real conversation.

I'm also currently dying inside because supposedly he likes this girl ( who is not me) I'm not saying names but according to everyone, and I mean EVERYONE she is a total (insert appropriate cuss word). I'm not gonna say what she did either but... *sigh* I mean, Keenan COME ON.

Well, I'm just saying. I may not LOVE him but I definitely "like-like" him as my little sister would say and I just felt like complaining about it.

Sorry guys.


Note: I just reread this and I think I need phyciatric help. Seriously.
If you know a hot guy send me a pic so I'll get over Keenan.
This is just sad.
Oh, and I know I don't LOVE him but still. I'd at least like to get to know him.. *sigh*

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A Poem That I Wrote (Not from personal experience)

Six words

The girl hears her phone,
 and sees the boy's name,
 on the bright screen,
 in the cold dark,
 the girl gets goose bumps,
 though she knows it's over,
 the girl still has hope,
 that the boy will accept her,
 the girl doesn't want to do it alone,
 she needs him.
 It's a message,
 from the girl's true love,
 the one who has all of her,
 it has six words,
that mean more to her than anything,
 six words which are better,
 than the usual three,
 the girl cries tears,
 tears of joy,
 from those six words,
 the girl feels safe.
  She sleeps,
  and dreams of life.
  Life created.
 The girl hears her phone,
 and sees a name,
in the sweet morning light,
not the boy's name,
 and the girl gets goose bumps,
 something's wrong.
It's a message,
from the boy's mom,
the words are frightening,
"Please come over",
"We need to talk".
The girl drives over,
 to the place the boy calls home,
confusion enveloping her,
the girl leaves her car,
her safe haven.
The boy's mom opens the door,
and she studies his mom's face.
The boy looks just like her,
sweet green eyes,
and sandy hair.
Then she sees the tears,
and the fears come rushing back.
There was an accident,
'He is gone",
the boy's mom chokes out,
before she breaks down.
"Nooooooo!" the girl screams,
before she blacks out.
When the girl wakes up,
she feels her own mom,
stroking her hair,
she begins whispering gibberish,
about a drunk man,
and a car,
and a boy,
the boy,
Her boy.
The boy she knows,
the boy she loves,
The boy who is gone.
Gone from her life,
She thinks back,
To those six words,
it was only last night,
the night he died,
The message he sent,
bring tears to her eyes,
"I love you, and our baby," It said.

Note: I don't know where this came from because I don't know anybody who has had that actually happen to them. But I am just so poetic right?(;

Okay, found this and decided it must be shared because it is totally true. If you are a blind old bat woman I will write it again because it is wise sounding and you will like it. Well, anybody would like it, okay here goes, "People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos, is because things are being loved and people are being used." So true... It's sad.
Oh also, if you don't belive in creation that's okay too. Just think of it like, metaphorically. I belive in creation but I don't judge people who don't cause.. I'm just awesome like that. :3 <3