I'm in the midst of Spiderman 3. I probably didn't use that correctly. But...in honor of Spiderman 3, I am posting the spiderman theme song.
HERE WE GO!
Spiderman, Spiderman,
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look Out!
Here comes the Spiderman.
(this is my favorite part =])
Is he strong?
Listen bud,
He's got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread
Take a look overhead
Hey, there
There goes the Spiderman.
In the chill of night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time.
Spiderman, Spiderman
Friendly neighborhood Spiderman
Wealth and fame
He's ingnored
Action is his reward.
To him, life is a great big bang up
Whenever there's a hang up
You'll find the Spider man.
I'll probably have a blog tomorrow with some bullets. I had some MAJOR issues with Matt last night. Like the kind that leave you crying yourself to sleep and you wake up looking Asian.
Which is Amelia, minus the crying yourself to sleep.
(I thought what I just said was pretty funny to anyone not of Asian descent)
Anyway. Spiderman is amazing. I thought it was a sign I should watch it since I'm wearing my spiderman belt that cost me 1.50 at kohls last year. It's a large little boys belt. I don't mind.
-The Always Lovely Leah
(I think I forgot to write that last time. Oops.)
6.05.2009
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Yes, I'm not good with titles. Obviously. I'm a very random person, if you haven't noticed. That's why I developed the bullet system for putting down my thoughts. I can have closure to the thought without using transitions.
Can I just say that's one of my issues? I have no transitions. I find myself to be completely black and white, and when I'm gray, I freak out and try to have people explore my soul for me--when truth is, I need to do some soul-searching for myself. I can go to my psychiatrist (Dr. Bundi, not actually a psychiatrist with a PHD or whatever), and say "Am I doing this right?"
And again, I ask for advice all the time, but rarely use it. I figure, if I do it wrong, I DEFINITELY won't do that again.
And everybody's gonna think I'm some kinda drug addict partier who's taken one too many trips to Envy. Ha ha Amelia knows what I'm talking about.
And....when I have a new thought, I just start a new paragraph. Like, oh wait a second, these having nothing in common.
RETURN!
New idea.
This actually kinda relates to all I've just said, but if I could ACTUALLY write songs, I could probably be pretty good about it. Just wake up with words in my head, find a good melody on my guitar, string them together on a rainy afternoon, and bam.
But the problem is, I can't. I've written two songs--one in eighth grade after being completely and totally dumped (worst dumping until my last one) and one December 8th, 2008, after finding a guy that was just as black and white as I am, but when he was black, I was white. When he was hot, I was cold. I sent him this song, saying "this is how I feel"
and that's exactly how he felt, too.
And believe me, I'm totally okay with that being over. It was great while it lasted, I learned lessons, cried my eyes out a few times, had the stomach-residing butterflies...
but truth is, we were just TOO black and white for eachother. He danced, I DIDN'T. He was popular (with 600 frickin facebook friends. Is there that many people in the world?) and I wasn't. He played piano, I played guitar. He loved popular music, I couldn't stand it. But the one thing we could agree on was "Hot N' Cold" by Katy Perry. Because it described him. It described me.
Why I just went into this rant of the last relationship I had, I don't know. I guess that's how my transitions work.
I'll end up talking about potatoes when I started with how my day went.
But anyway.
6 days till the big 16. And just like Amelia, I don't feel like I've lived 16 years. Actually seventeen years, if you think about it. I've been living since I was born and all...
So I'm not sure any of you people have younger siblings, but of course I do.
Watching Hannah grow up along the path that I did is really sad. Seeing that the world is your oyster, and the oyster will do whatever it needs to do to keep you happy. It's your life, everybody just lives in it. If somebody gets mad at you, blackmail them and make their social life a living hell.
And yet, last summer, I was changed completely. I wasn't struck by lightning or raped or something...but since, I haven't been the same.
I wish I could tell her what to do and give her all the advice that would've helped me BUTTLOADS when I was her age, but she's just like me. She needs to learn the hard way.
I guess I'm just in a reflective mood.
Should I include some bullets in this blog? I think it's a must.
Can I just say that's one of my issues? I have no transitions. I find myself to be completely black and white, and when I'm gray, I freak out and try to have people explore my soul for me--when truth is, I need to do some soul-searching for myself. I can go to my psychiatrist (Dr. Bundi, not actually a psychiatrist with a PHD or whatever), and say "Am I doing this right?"
And again, I ask for advice all the time, but rarely use it. I figure, if I do it wrong, I DEFINITELY won't do that again.
And everybody's gonna think I'm some kinda drug addict partier who's taken one too many trips to Envy. Ha ha Amelia knows what I'm talking about.
And....when I have a new thought, I just start a new paragraph. Like, oh wait a second, these having nothing in common.
RETURN!
New idea.
This actually kinda relates to all I've just said, but if I could ACTUALLY write songs, I could probably be pretty good about it. Just wake up with words in my head, find a good melody on my guitar, string them together on a rainy afternoon, and bam.
But the problem is, I can't. I've written two songs--one in eighth grade after being completely and totally dumped (worst dumping until my last one) and one December 8th, 2008, after finding a guy that was just as black and white as I am, but when he was black, I was white. When he was hot, I was cold. I sent him this song, saying "this is how I feel"
and that's exactly how he felt, too.
And believe me, I'm totally okay with that being over. It was great while it lasted, I learned lessons, cried my eyes out a few times, had the stomach-residing butterflies...
but truth is, we were just TOO black and white for eachother. He danced, I DIDN'T. He was popular (with 600 frickin facebook friends. Is there that many people in the world?) and I wasn't. He played piano, I played guitar. He loved popular music, I couldn't stand it. But the one thing we could agree on was "Hot N' Cold" by Katy Perry. Because it described him. It described me.
Why I just went into this rant of the last relationship I had, I don't know. I guess that's how my transitions work.
I'll end up talking about potatoes when I started with how my day went.
But anyway.
6 days till the big 16. And just like Amelia, I don't feel like I've lived 16 years. Actually seventeen years, if you think about it. I've been living since I was born and all...
So I'm not sure any of you people have younger siblings, but of course I do.
Watching Hannah grow up along the path that I did is really sad. Seeing that the world is your oyster, and the oyster will do whatever it needs to do to keep you happy. It's your life, everybody just lives in it. If somebody gets mad at you, blackmail them and make their social life a living hell.
And yet, last summer, I was changed completely. I wasn't struck by lightning or raped or something...but since, I haven't been the same.
I wish I could tell her what to do and give her all the advice that would've helped me BUTTLOADS when I was her age, but she's just like me. She needs to learn the hard way.
I guess I'm just in a reflective mood.
Should I include some bullets in this blog? I think it's a must.
- Matt Shanor needs to leave and I need to forget about him. He's frickin 18, and he treats me like I need/want to be treated, then treats me like I'm the 13 year old who hasn't experienced life yet. PICK A SIDE, FRICKIN A!
- Tommy's in Arizona. I'm okay with that, actually maybe more than okay. I'm slowly cracking his Atheist (I have noooo idea how to spell that) shell, and I think he'll be truly happy when it's over.
- I forget how much I love walking around barefoot. Now I remember.
- I'm almost done with Fast Food Nation. Now just to start on my theses....
- Nick makes me laugh sometimes, but when he doesn't I usually wanna punch him in the face. He likes to joke about "If You Seek Amy" since I told him what it REALLY means.
- LeeAnn finds out the gender of her little fetus in 10 days. It's kind of exciting, actually. I think it's gonna be a little girl. Emma Nicole.
- I'm having a hard time coming up with bullets right now
- OH CRAP I FORGOT TO SAY SOMETHING!
- Okay so, my Dad is fixing my old laptop from the summer after 8th grade. I'm PUMPED, because this means I get Sims 3 from my lovely Aunt Jenn for the my birthday.
- I'M UBER pumped (yes, that's my racial diversity for the day. German.) for the Sims 3. Sometimes you just have those days where you feel like playing God--making a multi-generation family, an extremely wealthy business man, a dozen ghosts that haunt an old lady in her mansion (I did it once hahaha)...the possiblities are limitless.
- I'm not endorsing the Sims 3. Just putting that out there.
6.02.2009
Arms Open Wiiiiddeee
Hmm...what to say, what to say?
Tommy's ticking me off as usual.
What else is new.
I've been listening to [a_CROSS/ /the_EARTH] : : TEAR DOWN THE WALLS pretty much all day. I love Hillsong United. If they ever had a show in Colorado, I just might die.
Anyway...It's time for "Leah's bullets which update the world"
And this was the guy I had my sights on the fall of Freshman year, in 3rd period English.
One of those times when I say...
"Leah Leah Leah...WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING!?!?"
[for the record, I was not on drugs at the time (Fall last year), althought it may seem like it]
Anyway. I'll probably have more bullets tomorrow or something.
Wait a sec. Why do people always say peace then their name?
ie.
peace,
leah-nator
?
Like, really? Are you going to solve the world's problems by telling people peace?
"I think I'm gonna go punch a puppy. Wait...Leah's signature told me 'peace.' Maybe I should go pick flowers instead"
"I think we'll declare war on a country."
"Hold on, Mr. Dictator, Leah used the word 'peace' in her signature. We cannot do that. Why don't we put on our flowy dresses and pass around the old peace pipe?"
Nuff Said.
-The Always Lovely Leah
Tommy's ticking me off as usual.
What else is new.
I've been listening to [a_CROSS/ /the_EARTH] : : TEAR DOWN THE WALLS pretty much all day. I love Hillsong United. If they ever had a show in Colorado, I just might die.
Anyway...It's time for "Leah's bullets which update the world"
- I can't remember a time when I didn't love pretzels. I've been raised to love them. Sticks, sourdough, regular...anything. I love them. I'm eating them right now...
- I've had to pee like ten times today. That doesn't usually happen. Which leads me to my next POINT *wink wink* get it? point? bullet? no. okay...
- Over the summer I eat WAY too much, but always drink a BUTTLOAD amount of water every day. So in the winter I have no belly, in the summer....it's definitely there. Shouldn't it be the opposite?
- 8 days until I turn 16. Really 9, but today doesn't count since it's almost over and all.
- Which means...Amelia turns 16 in 11 days, but really 10 since it's almost over.
- My psychiatrist and I had a four hour text conversation yesterday. I gotta say...I loves da Dr. Bundi. And I always hate it when she says "Hind sight's 20/20, right?" because I think that's like my life motto. Anyway...
- I've read four books so far this summer. Which is like... a week long of summer. At this rate...I could read like forty. NOT HAPPENING.
- Corresponding with the last bullet, I checked out a buncha Nicholas Sparks books. The one I just finished this morning had an original plot line, but the ending kinda sucked.
- I'm reading fast food nation. It made me want to eat french fries. I don't think that's a healthy reaction...although I'm only through the marketing bad part of McDonalds, Wendy's, Burger King, etc.
- I haven't worn makeup in three days. This might be a record. My face feels so...bare. Oh well.
- Back to the Tommy. He just REALLY knows how to push my buttons. I've been told I'm a very compassionate person, making me easy to manipulate and end up stepping on. It seems to happen every time. I know how Tommy feels (which is actually lonely, believe it or not) and I've TOTALLY dealt with that. If there's anybody who knows the solution and will freely share it, it's ME! But of course, when I give him advice or say "Go look this up in the bible, he never does." I DON'T JUST GIVE OUT ADVICE LIKE FREE CANDY!
- Okay well I guess I do, but it's not candy. It's more like...brushing your teeth. Sometimes you REALLY don't wanna do it, but in the end you know life will be much better with it.
- That was an Amelia/Kyra inspired analogy. I was proud. Anyway...
And this was the guy I had my sights on the fall of Freshman year, in 3rd period English.
One of those times when I say...
"Leah Leah Leah...WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING!?!?"
[for the record, I was not on drugs at the time (Fall last year), althought it may seem like it]
Anyway. I'll probably have more bullets tomorrow or something.
Wait a sec. Why do people always say peace then their name?
ie.
peace,
leah-nator
?
Like, really? Are you going to solve the world's problems by telling people peace?
"I think I'm gonna go punch a puppy. Wait...Leah's signature told me 'peace.' Maybe I should go pick flowers instead"
"I think we'll declare war on a country."
"Hold on, Mr. Dictator, Leah used the word 'peace' in her signature. We cannot do that. Why don't we put on our flowy dresses and pass around the old peace pipe?"
Nuff Said.
-The Always Lovely Leah
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