Killswitch Engage, “My Last Serenade”
This morning, I went to the Girl Scouts Winter Craft Sale. It wasn’t as fun as last years— last year my troop had a small orchestra, and I played the recorder very badly. LOL. But this year some funny weird girl dressed as an elf was running the Cake Walk game. Allison won muffins TWICE.
Eventually, my troop congregated in the corner of the cafeteria at our craft table and sang the Batman version of “Jingle Bells.” While everyone ended each verse with “Hey!” I was drumming on a bin and crying, “Oi oi oi!”
So, I was alone on that one.
Today, I decided to take a risk, and wear whatever the hell appealed to me. Last night, I made a shirt that says “I live by the river” (like the Clash song) in iron-on letters, and a British flag decal underneath. Then, I got some knee-high socks and painted two red stripes on each of them. Then I put on a black pencil skirt. I walked out the door in all black, except for my socks, my red beanie and scarf. I threw my black pea coat on and slipped into my mom’s old Kenneth Cole heels— which were killing me at first, but now I’m fine. The whole morning bus gawked at me but I didn’t care. I’m like, an urban bohemian. With a studded bracelet.
On the bus home today, I was talking to Ray and some other kids, when a loud, “AWWWWW!” erupted from the front of the bus. “What?” I asked. Apparently, these two 8th graders, Brian and Tisha confessed their crushes on each other.
They Ray yelled, “Whoa, you guys better stop doing that RAINBOW stuff then!”
"AUUUUUUGH!" cried the back of the bus.
(WARNING: NSFW STUFF AHEAD)
Ray says a “Rainbow” is when two people are having sex and they put each other’s various bodily fluids into their mouths and make out. Then they spit it on each other. Yuck!
This morning in Mr. Churchill’s class, I felt so freaking depressed, I hardly even knew what it was. But in 2-D Art, Owen was nice enough to cheer me up. The only part that was disgustingly polite was when he brushed off eraser crumbs and pencil shavings from my skirt while we were drawing the still-life. Heh, I dunno about that… But it’s Owen. Owen’s cool enough. And he doesn’t like me like THAT. As in, infatuation. It’s more… platonic.
I’m also kind of finding it like that with Lucas (aka The Weird One). I mean, a couple people think he likes me, and he’s pretty nice. And funny. We passed notes in science class today while watching the movie Twister. T’was brilliant. We drew a series of drawings of Okies battling tornadoes— I drew a hungry, feisty tornado— and Lucas did the most awesome thing. He gave it a Santa hat and wrote “Mr. Tornado on it. It was wonderful. Then I added a Barbie Dreamhouse, which got demolished.
Are we genius or what?
Best songs to listen to after curfew. If you know what I mean.
- The Faint, “Worked Up So Sexual”
- Bright Eyes, "Lover I Don’t Have To Love"
- TV on the Radio, "Staring at the Sun"
- Peaches, "Fuck The Pain Away"
- Ladytron, “Seventeen”
- Bjork, "Pagan Poetry"
- Flunk, “Blue Monday” (New Order cover)
- Massive Attack, "Special Cases"
- Sneaker Pimps, “6 Underground”
- Nine Inch Nails, "Closer" (only including this because *hello* generic mallgoth fantasy jams)
- Deftones, “Change (In The House of Flies)”
- Orgy, “Stitches”
- Marilyn Manson, “Tourniquet”
- The Cure, “Lullaby”
- Portishead, "Glory Box"
I had a cool dream last night. Actually, not cool, but sexy. Very.
I dreamed I was in a cafeteria with several other people, and we were all making arts n’ crafts with popsicle sticks. (:D)
Cameron happened to be sitting next to me. We were painting. Then suddenly, everyone left, except for me and Cameron. We were alone. (Heh, so predictable.) We were flirting, I guess, then he started to chase me playfully around the table.
I became tired, so I lay down on a picnic table. I scooted over a little so Cameron could lie down on it, too. (He’s tall, so it must have been a big table!) We both lay side by side, when Cameron started kissing me. We kissed soft kisses, repetitively, laughing quietly before I felt my tongue in his mouth and his fingers grazing my back under my shirt. In my dream, of course.
What would you call dreams where your senses are, you know, being stimulated in your sleep? I swear I could’ve felt these things happening! But yeah, I told you it was sexy.
If I could be a shoe— any shoe— I believe that I would be a black combat boot. With soft, fuschia cushioning in the interior.
On the exterior, I guess I appear rather… Rough, dark, almost melancholy. However, on the inside, I am pretty emotional. I’m also a pretty feminine person. I also happen to be a hopeless romantic. Yet, I’m not too soft… the deep pink signifies my boldness and my streak of Attention Deficit Disorder.
But that’s okay; I always have a leather shell and steel toe to keep me going.
Overall, when it comes to making public speeches, I’m pretty confident. There have been numerous days when I’ve ended up in a heated debate, and with a whole audience watching. When something strikes me as cool or controversial, I voice my opinions freely. Normally, I’m not afraid to speak my mind ANYWHERE— especially not if I know what I’m talking about.
But listening, although underrated— can be very crucial. Missing something because you’re not listening, can be something minor… Or something HUGE. Plus, being attentive to others is like a compliment, it shows a reciprocal sense of respect. I like respect. ‘Nuff said.
(I was the WORST! I liked to play devil’s advocate or use the Free Speech Card any chance I got. My friends would get so angry with me because it’s not that I’d listen to what they’d actually say, I’d just be ready to debate at will.)