–Break–

Yeah, so break has been pretty boring. I got some cool stuff for x-mas. I got this wicked trench coat, and a whole bunch of emo-y accesories, gloves, ties, hair extentions, stuff like that. I also got that AFI “I Heard a Voice” DVD, which is pretty wicked. And a green crystal necklace kinda thing wich goes really well with saftey pins.

So, I’m obsessed with hair as you know, so I’ve spent countless hours in the night kinda researching it or w/e.  Mostly emo/scene hair. I’m getting my haircut Saturday I hope. And I’m gunna streak it.

I want to streak it blonde, but our retarted school won’t let me.  Because it’s “unnatural.”

W/E.

It’s basically discrimination. ‘Cause every other haircolor can be streaked blonde, except black. Discrimination aainst black hair. Right? ‘Cause it undeniably is. It pisses me off that a bunch of forty year olds with dry as hell icybrown colored hair can decide what’s “unnatural.”

Mr. Mrs. Vulmer’s hair is terrible. I want to rip it from her skull. It’s disgusting. I’d be doing the worrld a favor. And girls can’t cut their hair short, but look at our teachers. Our frigging principle. W/e.

And guys can’t have long hair. I swear, our school needs a wake up call.

 WELCOME TO THE 21ST CENTURY, PLEASE!! 2008!!!

It’s really rather infuriating. Grr.

So anyway, I’m making Youtube videos, ’cause I frigging can, I guess.

I’ll prolly put them up on here later, when they are DONE.

Yeah, so there’s ur update. Hope you enjoyed.

Master Debaters, anxiety, Life, and the pursuit of happiness.

I’m very proud of myself ’cause i had not “Fs” on my report card today, which is awesome.

I’m thinking if iI can keep my grades up next quater, I might join NC debate.  ‘Cause Frankie’s on it and according to pertty much everyone but me thinks I’m pretty good. Guess I am. I just kind of like it. Pretty cool getting to talk up in front of people.

Ugh. I’m all twitchy ~Overstatement, but…~ b/c I haven’t seen Cameron all week, ’cause he’s grounded, nor have I talked to him b/c he has pretty much no phone. It’s driving me MAD. Crazy, on edge, twitchy, jumpy, emotional, demented, violent. All overstatements, but you get my point.

So life is good, other than the whole being crazy. So yeah, everything is all very at peace right now in my world. Of course, I’m usually at peace with myself and the universe, but…

Well  holidays started today.

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Du nu nu nu du nu nu nu, can’t touch this, Du nu nu nu du nu nu nu.

TTLY. I get to go see movies all over the place, and hang with my wicked awesome friends, and update my music collection, hang with the folks, mosh with myself.

SWEET, SWEET FREEDOM.

And I don’t have to go to winter bridges or w/e it’s called.

Yeah, we have like from today to….Jan. 8th? And that’s a half day so….yeah!!!

No more school for a long time!!!!!!!!!!

And I’m gunna go see some movies with Franklin and I WILL do his hair. Some days I can’t help but notice that he does not do a good job getting all the conditioner out of his hair, So I must teach him to o it right, and he will be sooper shxei.

I’m debating weher or not I’m going to set any new years resolutions this year, ’cause I never really follow through with them. They’d probably be something stupid anyway, like “get in shape” or “stop obsessing over really hott sooper shexi guys I’ll prolly never meet in person.”

Bitch please. Don’t make me get my pimp hand out.

LOLz.

Too all of youz readding me blog right now thankx, ya’ll. you rock at life, soccer, cats, pigs, headphones, FFR, GH, HP, soda, phone books and a whole bunch or random stuffz all ova da place.

AND DON’T FORGET TO VIST SUSHEE’S PAGE WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!!!

http://lifeofsushee.wordpress.com/

Yeah!!!

A Note to Some People…

Ugh. School today was ridiculous. First sign of a bad day: Spencer has to stick his nose all in mine ~Well, and Camerons~ business, ’cause he’s an idiot, and he asks like every other week. It’s rather annoying.

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Spen: So have you tow like *makes really bad motion of making out, but I get it anyway.*

Cat: No, god.

Spence: God, how long has it been?

Cat: Uhhhh….Since like…October?

Spence: Holy Crap, it’s been that long? Have you even like kissed? Once?

Cat: *cough* No…

Spence: Woah, really? Dude, he’s gunna break up with you. I mean I usually do in like an hour.

Cat: *here is where I wanted to say “Well, some people aren’t as shallow as you are they, fat-man?….But I didn’t*

He can’t break up with me. It’s one of his things ’cause he’s so much more in love with me than I am with him, and he knows it. so just leave it alone, ok?

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Ok, yes I know, two months and so many days is a long time for most people but…I dnnno we’re kind of…special circumstances…Like at the end of “Where the Losers Go” by Beth Goobie.

We’ve both been through some pretty…lethal shit really. We’ve both been really suicidal, he was eight when he wanted to kill himself first, I’ve been through stuff I can’t even remember at the moment.

We’re both really weird around people, we fell the need to be really “outgoing” to get people from asking what’s wrong, but when there aren’t any people in need of “Impressing” we’re both totally different. Especially him. Like when he was over at my house…He was really quiet and like playing with my cat…. adorable. I’ve been alone with him once; in my car waiting for my mom to come drive us to get Bri, and then drop him off at home.

So there.

Ugh, then these three kids at school had perscription drugs and took them, so now they are all in trouble. Then the CCA staff thought of an ingenious idea of posting this on flyers they gave out to everyone….

“Today, Dec. 10th, one of our ninth grade students provided two other students with perscription meds.”

WHAT BLITERING IDIOTS.

Is that not proof that they really dislike some of the students? No favorites my ass.  I actually heard roumers and gossip about it in the halls walking back after final bell.

So now they have forced something upon us they say we shouldn’t do; spread roumers.

HEY, CCA, GOOD JOB BEING HYPOCRITICAL BASTARDS!

If there was an award for that, I’d give you top prize.

So stop lecturing us about “ethics” and “morals” and “Treating other people the way you wanted to be treated”~AKA not spreading roumers~ until any of you get the balls to stop fueling them for us.        

Thank you, for starting a roaring fire.

Oh, yeah, and very many thanks for BURNING America’s youth and next few generations.

Congrats.

Imbeciles.

Quick Little Update for Everyone

Happy Thanksgiving, Gobble Gobble, sorry for the late gretting but I had family over and got a whole 10 minutes on the comp. and and only like 2 hours with Cameron, so here I am giving you your holiday greetings right now.

Yeah, so here’s some pics from my wonderous Thanksgiving.

Here’s The Orange One ~take a guess which one that is~ And Ricky-D playing Guitar Hero III at the Library on Wednesday…

Dane, Aunt Teri, Uncle Albert, oh and their Dog C.J.

Dane, Me, Bri, Lissa

Here’s my Dad taking a break from cooking to tell us about the Casey nose. I’ll try to get the video on here sometime, it was really funny.

Yeah, so we went to the library and Katherine was there, with her bf Alan the psyco maniac and She totally told off Cameron. I forgave her, obviously ’cause A] Shes my best friend, and B] shes had that speech rehearsed for months and what use would it be to not say it?

But, I got totally ripped off because of it. See, Cameron promised me he’d tell me whatever question has been plaguing him for the better part of the week and because Kate said that, he was all “nope.” Or she did something and he used that communist saying “one bad apple ruins the barrel” which is like saying if one kid out of them is stupid and gets an F on a test, but everyone else As, then all of them have to be punished because of it. He kinda pissed me off a little, but I listend to my dark and depressing CDS and felt better.

So today he told me that I had to go to the library tomorrow ’cause he has something to give me apparently, so now I’m all “WTF, MATE?” in my head ’cause he’s very confusing. REally, kinda agrivating too, ’cause I can and do figure out people when I want to. Like amanda, I understand her well enough, but him its like “UGH.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love him but seriously, he is so split personality wise. When he’s talking to me on the phone or only to me, he’s really rather insecure, adorably so, and kind of quiet, but when there are people around, like seriously anyone, Amanda, adults, guys, girls, babies, weasles, anyone he’s really loud and show-offy, braggy, guy-ish. totally forgiveable stuff, but it’s frigging insane sometimes.

So, anyway, Dane and us went to a movie Thursday, Fred Clause, it’s not as funny as we thought it would be, but it was good. I really wish we had seen August Ruch, it looks so awesome.

Lets see, I got a P@TD shirt today from Hottopic, new necklace, Evanescence is tomorrow, i’ll take plenty of pics for those of you unfortunate enough to miss it, got Madina Lake ~From Them, Through Us, To You~ from the library and the old Pramore CD.

Oh, yeah and our new miracle cat, Shadow has returned home after a month. We think she has two homes ’cause she’s fatter almost.

Thanksgiving miracle cat.

Interesting Weekend…

What an interesting weekend.

Ok, first Jared Leto is man-pretty.

I mean, just look at him. He’s got guy-liner.He’s man-pretty and you know it. Ok, htere are many reasons why this weekend was interesting other than that though. I met my best-friend’s boyfriend, who is not man pretty or hot, ~unlike Cameron~ lol, jkjk, and he’s ok, he’s short and blond and listens to somewhat good music, I had a deep, introspective conversation with amanda while on the phone with said friend’s bf,  about fate and all that jazz ~Go jazz~. But, the most interesting thing that happend ~still on the phone with said bf~ was a caffine-induced-confession, which I think would be a cool band name. It was odd we started talking about things involving spiders, rain, handcuffs, chains, whips, chocolate sauce, and dog collars.

Long story short, Amanda will never look at me the same way again. ’Cause…5 out of…seven of those were my topics.

I swear if you are surprised…you probably should be ’cause pretty much no one knows that….odd.

And then today we were sleeping, and then went driving, and I was on the interstate, then we called Cameron, who didn’t answer, then Ricky-D, who did answer, then Cameron again and we were talking about our caffine induced confessions and he STILL won’t believe me. Grr with a scottish accent. So as some kind of proof,…well you know those chain-like metal dog collars? Guess what he’s getting for X-mas.

And now, boycotting KFC with Casey Calvert & Peta!!!

Today’s Song- Get Me Outta Here-Jet

Get Me Outta Here

I went down to the bank just to get me my pay
I’m gonna get me, outta here
I got me some cash I’m headed back to LA
I’m gonna get me, outta here

I’m sackin’ the man, cause the man’s a thief
I’m kicking the plan before the plan kicks me
I’m gonna get me get me outta here
I’m gonna get me get me outta here

I went down to the Duke, ten times a day
I’m gonna get me outta here
drink all night, talkin’ shit all day
I’m gonna get me outta here

I’m sackin’ the man, cause the man’s a thief
I’m kicking the plan before the plan kicks me
I’m gonna get me get me outta here
I’m gonna get me get me outta here

I dont mind how I live my life without the lucky guys
I ain’t trying to keep in time so just get offa my back
you won’t hang your rusty sign on me

I went down to the bank just to get me my pay
Get me outta here
I’m gonna get me, get me outta here, Yeah!
I’m gonna get me, get me outta here
I’m gonna get me, get me outta here

Hecticosity, and some stuff from a band nerd.

That’s a wprd that dosen’t exists, I’m preetty sure. Hectiosiy-Noun. The hecticosity is evident in Clinic.

Yes, it’s pretty hectic sometimes with clinic, like we’re in this hurry. Which we are, but it SOUNDS SO WICKED.

Seriously like 150 kids playing Inot the storm and Russian…*shivers* Russian is…haunting. I really want a CD recording or something just so I can have Russian Christmas Music. I’ts so haunting and creepy and powerful. And challenging. It’s got all thses really high, impossible notes. AND I CAN PLAY IT.

The chick who sits next to me is WAY too good. She’s first chair, I’m second. She has a pro horn ~bass~ and everything. She’s kind of stuck up though. A little. like this:

“Can you not tap your foot so loud? It’s shaking the stage.”

Like that. It’s the NC stager, it’s hollow, EVERYTHING SHAKES IT. EV-ER-Y-THING.

So I’m psyched for the concert tonight, I get to see Ciara and Guy, both in chior, and i get to totally kill my lips playing all those high notes.

Man, band is close to my heart.

I lurve it like I do my boyfriend. Well…….not exactly….

 That would be like having a relationship with your car.

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Cat: WTF???

Cam: Huh?

Cat: Ok, there’s this car comercial and it’s all “When you turn your car on, does it repay the favor.”

Cam: WTF? That would be weird. How would that work out? I mean th-

Cat: Well, I suppose if it was a stick-shift a chick could-

Cam:Don’t even go there.

Cat: Wasn’t gunna, really. But you know if you-

Cam: !!!

Cat: Jk,jk. I told you I haad a sicker mind than you.

Cam: Says you.

Cat: Sxity eight….

Cam: Not again. ~reffering to the conversation we had about what I wouldn’t do if he asked.

Cat: Ohhh…seventy. That’s a good one…

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I do have a sicker mind than him. He just won’t admit it. ‘Cause I read some….interesting things.

Lol. No I’m not JK.

I’m So Sick

I’m so sick of this.
Don’t get me wrong, I do what I have to, but having to….babysit everyone all the time gets annoying. I feel like i’m the only thing keeping everyone together sometimes. Like the last link before the chain breaks and the monsters are released. It’s terrifying knowing that eveything is teetering on the edge of a cliff and you are the onlky thing holding it up.
The teachers here are so BLIND. Kids are getting scarred, emotionally, physically, and several other ways, and all they see is kids doing homework in the M.P room before school.
It’s…infruiating.
I think the only thing keeping myself from starngling someone’s ~or my own~ kneck is my loverly BF.
‘Cause if I screwed up and got myself killed or sent away or whatever, he’d be totally crushed.
People here don’t even try anymore. Everyone has someone they hate here, with a burning passion.
Screw it.
I’m sick of this.
I’m done.
I shall no refuse to listen to anyone complaning about anyone else and I refuse to do anything about it.
So if you want help. Figure it out. This link is away.
Let the monsters be released.
Let the building fall.
People are falling from the roof, guns pointed at one another. And then at themselves, and then they were no more.

~I’m so Sick-Flyleaf~

Informing on the Resident Outcasts….

Ok, as it turns out, not many people know who the Resident Outcasts are. So here I am to explain. The Resident Outcasts are a group of people that I came up with. It was originally a band name for my nonexistent ~yet~ band with my friend Amanda.

But, seeing as it hasn’t been created yet, I use it as kind of a haven for kids who don’t fit in. ‘Cause 95% of the time they end up hanging with me and my friends, just ’cause that how we are. Amanda and I are Resident Outcasts #1&2, I’m 1 ’cause I created it and she’s 2 ’cause she’s been along for the ride longer than it really existed.

So that’s basically it.

Updates!!! :) Dances, Mathcmaking and Me!

Ok, I’m updating my blog-life-thing today~or right now~ for no raisin. Ok, i lied. I do happen to have a reason.

As some of you CCA goers know, we had a dance last night , which I attended. Ok, so a long story short:

They played both really bad country and rap ~yech, crap~, had two kinds of brownies, candy corn, Jones soda, Spencer and I got Rhonda and Alex to dance together, they got back together ~all my fault~,

I forced this one chick to forget this poser skater guy she liked ~who didn’t like her back even though she is frigging awesome~ to be happy,  I listened to my MP3 player, danced with my friends and had fun. Oh, and Alex was the embodiement of White and Nerdy.

I still hated all the crap they played though. They didn’t even play Dance, Dance by FOB.

Ugh. But I love that song. A lot.

Oh well. Then as soon as I got home Cameron called and he thought I had forgotten about his “deep dark secret” of doom or something. Yeah right.

It’s not as if I’m holding it against him that he won’t tell me, ’cause he will, eventually but he said that he dosen;t care if I know, but he dosen’t want to tell me right now.

It dosen’t really make any sense, does it?

I mean, it’s not as if I’m really any better. I have trust issues. But if he asks me things, I’ll answer them. I dunno, I feel like I’m going to screw up something. With him. It’s like this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. It makes me nervous, restless.

I dunno.

It’s all rahter confusing.

OMFG DID ANY OF YOU KNOW THERE ARE SOME OLD PEOPLE DISSING MY BLOG?

They’re all like 60!!!

WTF???

Weird, huh? I thought so.

Ugh, I’m getting out of here, my dad’s cokking onions and my tears are screwing up my makeup. ~OUCH!!~

BYE