I really don't want to write a blog post right now. I really don't.
Sadly, I'm writing one anyways, even when I'm about 30K words behind on my NaNoWriMo. Stupid debate and speech. *head desks*
Anyhow, I moved houses. Yipee. I now live in a three-room apartment five minutes away from Clovis East. Life-changing stuff right there.
I won 3rd place with my OPP, Apocalypse for Alyss. Hard to believe, I know.
I'm now in Varsity for Debate. How exciting.
I hate talking about drugs. They're stupid.
I'm tired and I'm falling in love. Yeah, I wish.
-Angie
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
treading water, just to keep from slipping under
And she wonders where she's supposed to be.
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I have realized my love for Superchic[k] runs deeper that water. I remember sixth and seventh grade when I was completely addicted.
Now, you can say I'm a complete loser for turning to secular music. Okay, not really. What I'm saying is...that I feel like a worse person today than I did back then.
You probably have no idea what I'm babbling about. Which is fine. I have decided to break it done into simpler terms. I've picked up a habit of using rather large and complex words in my sentences, thanks to Debate.
I think I'm not going back to that class next year. Mmm. Who knows?
Ah, yes. Where was I? Oh. I feel worse now because I feel like I've been too orientated with the crap that's happening in my life, rather than focusing on the positive. Jesus and I have been chatting, and I think it's time that I stop thinking about the Boy of the Year and start spreading His Word out.
Yes, Boy of the Year. As with Angela-tradition, there will be a boy that I am completely head over heels for. Said-boy will implant himself in my life for a year or so (Tyler was an exception- he managed to stay in my head for a year and half, or more) and I will suddenly decide to attempt to get over them and write a book about it. The end.
It's depressing, really. Especially when my resolve breaks so easily. I hate it.
Boy of the year is a Debate/Forensics kid now. He likes a girl that I don't know. I don't even like this boy. I mean, I barely know him...but it was just one look.
Just one look made me fall. I don't even think he knows my name.
...my birthday is right around the corner.
-Angie
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I have realized my love for Superchic[k] runs deeper that water. I remember sixth and seventh grade when I was completely addicted.
Now, you can say I'm a complete loser for turning to secular music. Okay, not really. What I'm saying is...that I feel like a worse person today than I did back then.
You probably have no idea what I'm babbling about. Which is fine. I have decided to break it done into simpler terms. I've picked up a habit of using rather large and complex words in my sentences, thanks to Debate.
I think I'm not going back to that class next year. Mmm. Who knows?
Ah, yes. Where was I? Oh. I feel worse now because I feel like I've been too orientated with the crap that's happening in my life, rather than focusing on the positive. Jesus and I have been chatting, and I think it's time that I stop thinking about the Boy of the Year and start spreading His Word out.
Yes, Boy of the Year. As with Angela-tradition, there will be a boy that I am completely head over heels for. Said-boy will implant himself in my life for a year or so (Tyler was an exception- he managed to stay in my head for a year and half, or more) and I will suddenly decide to attempt to get over them and write a book about it. The end.
It's depressing, really. Especially when my resolve breaks so easily. I hate it.
Boy of the year is a Debate/Forensics kid now. He likes a girl that I don't know. I don't even like this boy. I mean, I barely know him...but it was just one look.
Just one look made me fall. I don't even think he knows my name.
...my birthday is right around the corner.
-Angie
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
leave all your love and your longing behind
It's rare when a song is used as a blog title twice.
Scratch that, I have not done that up until today. Today, marks the day I have used 'Dog Days Are Over' by Florence + The Machine twice.
The thing is, that this song gives Annie by Safetysuit a run for it's money in the contest of being my theme song. I've associated myself with the song Annie because besides So I Thought by Flyleaf, it relays my life in a three minute + song.
Many of you must be wondering one of the following:
"Where did Teenage Gamer go?!"
"Why does Angie complain about life so much?"
"Is there a special reason why this girl is obsessed with Alice in Wonderland?"
"Why the hell do people use plaques as coasters?!"
Okay, well, the last question is what I'm wondering. Stupid Ramuel and his cult of followers.
Here are my answers:
1) Teenage Gamer was actually my favorite title for this blog. It was so very...me=like, you know? I changed it because I felt like I had to. My mind is teeming with new blog titles and I don't want to make a new blog every other day so I change my blog titles. I usually narrow it down to two names I'll use per year, so expect Queen of Wonderland here for a while.
2) I totally don't complain about life whatsoever. Actually, I'm trying to cut down on the complaining. It's not working, isn't it? At least I have one issue of complaint done and over with. Today marks the day where Angela Lisbeth Starfuit got over Tyler.
Hurrah.
3) I'm not obsessed with Alice in Wonderland. It's actually one of my favorite literary classics and I grew up with the Disney version. I relate to the issues Alice faces in the novel, the books, and whatever so that's how it rolls.
Plus, I like thinking I'm Queen of something. Most of the time I'm either the Queen of Wonderland or the Queen of Nothing and Everything.
It's fun.
(Or I've gone mad.)
4) As for the coaster and plaques, the reason I'm so hung up about that is that I haven't won anything from these past three tournaments. It's depressing, yes, but I've gotten a personal punching bag out of it. My right hook needs to be in tip-top condition.
On another note: I feel like Jesus is teaching me something through my failures. He's teaching me that I need to try harder and that if I put my mind to it and that I remember to give Him thanks that because of Him I'm able to compete, that I will finally win.
I think I'm finally learning that lesson. (Basically, He's telling me to stop whining about my bruised pride and to kick intellectual butt in His name. Just kidding. That would be bad.)
I've been listening to a lot of music lately. Besides Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Len and Rin, I've been listening to Lily, Le Roux, Florence + The Machine, Architecture in Helsinki, and my daily dosage of Jack's Mannequin and Flyleaf.
I love music. It's amazing. It really is.
I think I feel neglected by my friends. That sounds selfish, but sometimes, I don't know if simply wanting something for myself is selfish. Oh, the complicated stuff of life.
I'm going to go do my homework now.
-Angie
Scratch that, I have not done that up until today. Today, marks the day I have used 'Dog Days Are Over' by Florence + The Machine twice.
The thing is, that this song gives Annie by Safetysuit a run for it's money in the contest of being my theme song. I've associated myself with the song Annie because besides So I Thought by Flyleaf, it relays my life in a three minute + song.
Many of you must be wondering one of the following:
"Where did Teenage Gamer go?!"
"Why does Angie complain about life so much?"
"Is there a special reason why this girl is obsessed with Alice in Wonderland?"
"Why the hell do people use plaques as coasters?!"
Okay, well, the last question is what I'm wondering. Stupid Ramuel and his cult of followers.
Here are my answers:
1) Teenage Gamer was actually my favorite title for this blog. It was so very...me=like, you know? I changed it because I felt like I had to. My mind is teeming with new blog titles and I don't want to make a new blog every other day so I change my blog titles. I usually narrow it down to two names I'll use per year, so expect Queen of Wonderland here for a while.
2)
Hurrah.
3) I'm not obsessed with Alice in Wonderland. It's actually one of my favorite literary classics and I grew up with the Disney version. I relate to the issues Alice faces in the novel, the books, and whatever so that's how it rolls.
Plus, I like thinking I'm Queen of something. Most of the time I'm either the Queen of Wonderland or the Queen of Nothing and Everything.
It's fun.
(Or I've gone mad.)
4) As for the coaster and plaques, the reason I'm so hung up about that is that I haven't won anything from these past three tournaments. It's depressing, yes, but I've gotten a personal punching bag out of it. My right hook needs to be in tip-top condition.
On another note: I feel like Jesus is teaching me something through my failures. He's teaching me that I need to try harder and that if I put my mind to it and that I remember to give Him thanks that because of Him I'm able to compete, that I will finally win.
I think I'm finally learning that lesson. (Basically, He's telling me to stop whining about my bruised pride and to kick intellectual butt in His name. Just kidding. That would be bad.)
I've been listening to a lot of music lately. Besides Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Len and Rin, I've been listening to Lily, Le Roux, Florence + The Machine, Architecture in Helsinki, and my daily dosage of Jack's Mannequin and Flyleaf.
I love music. It's amazing. It really is.
I think I feel neglected by my friends. That sounds selfish, but sometimes, I don't know if simply wanting something for myself is selfish. Oh, the complicated stuff of life.
I'm going to go do my homework now.
-Angie
Friday, October 1, 2010
pretty little liar
She lied, because that's all she knew how to do.
She hated being alone. The feeling of being the only one in the world was suffocating. It crept up on you, with the intentions of murdering.
She didn't want to be killed. That wasn't part of the plan. Her plan involved living, living life to the fullest.
That plan didn't work out so well. Not ever since he left her life, screaming obscenities that resounded in the girl's mind for hours and hours.
No, that plan fell through from the start. What did she expect? She wasn't seven, for God's sake.
There were no princes, no horses, no rides to the hypothetical sunset. Fairy tales were myths. They were for little girls who couldn't fall asleep, and their parents didn't know how to lull them to unconsciousness.
Princesses didn't exist, either. If they did exist, she would've most likely been a princess.
Not the typical princess, per say, but the princess that dies in as a sacrifice to her true love. She would die in a over the top fashion, she would die to save her prince's lover.
Oh, the sheer stupidity of that hurt. It hurt her analytical mind, her shattered heart, and her weary body. It wasn't fair.
It just wasn't fair.
But nothing was fair in this life.
That was a lesson she was finally starting to learn.
She hated being alone. The feeling of being the only one in the world was suffocating. It crept up on you, with the intentions of murdering.
She didn't want to be killed. That wasn't part of the plan. Her plan involved living, living life to the fullest.
That plan didn't work out so well. Not ever since he left her life, screaming obscenities that resounded in the girl's mind for hours and hours.
No, that plan fell through from the start. What did she expect? She wasn't seven, for God's sake.
There were no princes, no horses, no rides to the hypothetical sunset. Fairy tales were myths. They were for little girls who couldn't fall asleep, and their parents didn't know how to lull them to unconsciousness.
Princesses didn't exist, either. If they did exist, she would've most likely been a princess.
Not the typical princess, per say, but the princess that dies in as a sacrifice to her true love. She would die in a over the top fashion, she would die to save her prince's lover.
Oh, the sheer stupidity of that hurt. It hurt her analytical mind, her shattered heart, and her weary body. It wasn't fair.
It just wasn't fair.
But nothing was fair in this life.
That was a lesson she was finally starting to learn.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
just be friends
So, I have a new musical obsession, my friends.
VOCALOID. IT'S INSANE.
Just...listen to this j-Pop goodness.
^That's the awesome remix with actual people singing. F YEAH, AWESOME COVERS.
Anyhow, I never got to write an actual coherent post about The Hunger Games. I need all of you to read it, because I have no one else to talk to about this awesome series.
Basically, the first book The Hunger Games is about 24 teenagers who are thrown into a game of survival, where only one wins. Katniss Everdeen's little sister, Prim, has been chosen to participate. In order to save her life, Katniss takes her place. Along with Katniss, from District 12, Peeta Mellark is chosen to play. Right before the Games start, Peeta confesses his love for Katniss and it all goes downhill from there...
Catching Fire is right after book one, and thus, I cannot really explain the summary for this book because of spoilers. Same with Mockingjay. Either way, by the end of the series you will most likely want a Mockingjay pin or something of the stort.
Also, you'll either be on Team Peeta or Team Gale.
Team Peeta, because he's the best thing since sliced bread.
(He's the baker's son. *cues 'ohhhh's*
Anyways, I really recommend the series. I also want all of you to read it BEFORE the movie comes out next year. Suzanne Collins-the author-is currently working on the script, so now all we want is for Hugh Grant to be Cinna, the man who designs Katniss and Lady Gaga's outfits.
(He also started a revolution with THE POWER OF FASHION! F YEAH, CINNA!)
...All right, bye!
-Angie
VOCALOID. IT'S INSANE.
Just...listen to this j-Pop goodness.
^That's the awesome remix with actual people singing. F YEAH, AWESOME COVERS.
Anyhow, I never got to write an actual coherent post about The Hunger Games. I need all of you to read it, because I have no one else to talk to about this awesome series.
Basically, the first book The Hunger Games is about 24 teenagers who are thrown into a game of survival, where only one wins. Katniss Everdeen's little sister, Prim, has been chosen to participate. In order to save her life, Katniss takes her place. Along with Katniss, from District 12, Peeta Mellark is chosen to play. Right before the Games start, Peeta confesses his love for Katniss and it all goes downhill from there...
Catching Fire is right after book one, and thus, I cannot really explain the summary for this book because of spoilers. Same with Mockingjay. Either way, by the end of the series you will most likely want a Mockingjay pin or something of the stort.
Also, you'll either be on Team Peeta or Team Gale.
Team Peeta, because he's the best thing since sliced bread.
(He's the baker's son. *cues 'ohhhh's*
Anyways, I really recommend the series. I also want all of you to read it BEFORE the movie comes out next year. Suzanne Collins-the author-is currently working on the script, so now all we want is for Hugh Grant to be Cinna, the man who designs Katniss and Lady Gaga's outfits.
(He also started a revolution with THE POWER OF FASHION! F YEAH, CINNA!)
...All right, bye!
-Angie
Monday, August 30, 2010
a place where unanswered questions lay in eternal snow
...I AM DONE WITH MY HOMEWORK, SCREAM IT UPON EVERY MOUNTAIN TOP!
(I'm just really excited. Gonna go get me a copy of the Hunger Game Trilogy today, yes sirree.)
-Angie
(I'm just really excited. Gonna go get me a copy of the Hunger Game Trilogy today, yes sirree.)
-Angie
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