Surprise

this is my 100th post on maggietheloud.  i spent weeks, months trying to find news good enough for this post.  and here it is:

I wore shorts today.

 

 

“Surprise” is in A Chorus Line– idek who did that soundtrack.  somebody old and probably dead.

Hate Me

ok, it’s getting kindof annoying now, how people hate me.  Namely Pancake and the Ex-Nazi.  The Ex-Nazi, who i don’t CALL the Nazi basically at ALL, is whining that i’m calling her anti-semetic– which i’m NOT!! 

I’m wearing Marcher’s ring on a chain around my neck now, and i showed it to Pancake, and he got really pissed.  like, REALLY pissed.  he said something to the effect of “you always talk about Josh now”.  yes, i remember him saying that, because he said: “is that yours?”  and i said no, and he said it must be josh’s, and i congratulated him for getting the name right, and he said of  course he did, because i was always talking about josh.  and he was REALLY upset with me for some reason.

i think it might maybe be b/c of matt (who i went out with for about 4 days)… he wasn’t funny without an audience.  he wasn’t FUN without the guys around.  he was boring, and he did everything i said to do, and it was stupid.

so you guys can hate me if you want, but i REALLY don’t get it.

i’m just gonna put that one out there.

QUEBEKAH!!

i’m gonna try to be okay

but i need you to know

wherever you are now

back here you were adored.

“Hate Me” (c) Blue October

Honey

i has boyfriend.

themarcher, to be specific.

details @ http://moshcutenessreport.wordpress.com

that’s a DAILY cuteness report, so get ready to read!

i’ll s till be blogging here, but only about meeeee.  for mosh info, you gotta visit our blog.

“honey” (c) The Hush Sound.

Domino Effect

Hey, guys.

sorry i haven’t ben posting much lately.  I love you all, it’s just that– it’s all been stacking up lately, you know?  Like how Bom’s been breaking things without feeling anything for it.  and how i’m still trying to figure out how many of my friends actually are.  You know.  Simple stuff.

It got to be an awful lot yesterday, and i tried to make a blog post, but it was meant more for marchie than anyone, and really down, so i didn’t publish it, just left it.  i also tried ‘redirecting the teen angst’ into lyrics/poetry, but that just brought it all to the surface, and i was having some serious trouble, and a nervous breakdown, everything.  Nobody else in my house even noticed.

but i called the marcher, and we chatted on facebook, and he read the post, and he helped me out of it.  because i just have no concept of how much he loves me.

Speaking of which, the marchies birthday was last monday, and his party saturday. there was some serious maggie/marcher shipping, and big laughs all around.  i’d tell you all about it, but the marcher might include it in his blog, and most of you already know.

QUEBEKAH!!!

“confess all the faith that i have in you”

“Domino Effect” (c) ozma

This is Where I Came In

twentyfive things about maggie.

1: i never used to get nosebleeds, but i sure am now. Darn cold air. i’m like frikken Hideki!! (from Chobits. i know it was lame)
2: i used to be good at french, but AP’s making me hate the language. Qui a commencé le passé simple, et pourquoi avons nous lui laissé à avoir des enfants? et le soujunctif!! UGH!!
3: i am carrying a grudge against Ben’s alarm clock. seriously, if the loser doesn’t learn to set the thing for less than 45 minutes before he generally wakes up, i’mma rip the thing out of the wall.
4: after i unplug the alarm clock, i will remove the backup battery and DESTROY the clock with a hatchet.
5: then, i will take the bits and peices back into the house (because me and a hatchet in our house is not a safe idea) and pour them all over ben, who will sleep throught the whole thing.
6: that’s just one of the many little things about my stepbrothers that makes me want to change the locks on the house, and then switch out the keys on my parents’ keyrings without telling anyone. did i just say that?
7: i can’t sing headfirst for haloes with LBS because their drummer is a lazy freaky loser. I’m allowed to call him that, because he likes me.
8: i am like the queen seductress of losers. I have a fanclub, but they’re all dorks, and the guys i like right now is a little dorkish, but not a member of said fanclub.
9: this may be my bi-ness talking, but i don’t think we should be boys OR girls. i think we should all be the same, and the decision as to who carries the baby should be made based not on the accident of genetics, but a swordfight. like flatworms.
10: i am a very sarcastic person, but it’s lost on some people, which always annoys me as i feel like they’re missing the essence of my BEING!!
12: The black kids in my Japanese 1 class hate me. why? because they assumed a language class wouldn’t require learning a language, and they act like idiots, and i call them on it. and because i tend to say things like “srsly, can you NOT say it in nihongo?”
13: and b/c when this Freshman in my japanese class didn’t bring a pencil in on the day after obama day and used thinking it’d be an Aday as an excuse i burst out laughing.
14:and because the day of the exam he didn’t have one AGAIn an i asked him if he thought it’d be an A day. and because when that same freshman sat in MY chair and used MY pencil to scrape stuff from his shoe onto MY backpack, i kicked him out of the chair. quite literally.
15:i have three nipples. one of them never realy developed, but, yeah, there are three.
16: the highlights in my hair are natural, too. woot for genetic variation?
17: I wacth a lot of anime. sometimes it’s because i need to hear japanese, sometimes it’s because the anime’s funny. like Maria Holic. that show is HILARIOUS.
18: i only watch anime in the original japanese with english subs. it’s a sacrilege to dub. but i leave the Funimation channel on in the morning to mark time. the only TV i watch is Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother, because they play RIGHT AFTER EACH OTHER and i’m way too lazy to keep track of more than one hour of scheduled television per week.
19: i once had a boyfriend. but after four days i got sick of how he did everything i suggested, and we decided it was a dumb idea. becasue he was a boring boyfriend. but i nice friend. and i didn’t wanna waste his money when i wasn’t really into him. cuz i’m not quite THAT mean.
11: i have a tendency to multichat on facebook. right now, i’m chatting with matt martin, joshua renaud, and jonathan gibbings. my mommy walked over, messed with my ponytail, shouted GIBBINGS!! enthusiastically b/c his chat was open, then walked away. my computer’s not blipping when people say stuff, though, which is really annoying me.
20: when i get tired, i rest my head on one hand and type with the other. i’ve got this great one-handed typing method. it’s nearly as fast as the traditional approach.
21: i design shirts for local bands. unfortunately, my mommy won’t take me to Michael’s to get sheap shirts, so i’ve yet to make any, and i kinda keep forgeting about them, but WHATEVER.
22: I was uber-depressed freshman year because all my friends decided to move to Florida, but it didn’t feel like they actually would, even after they were already gone. I was so sure we’d still be friends, but it DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY.
23: But it wasn’t really optimism that meke methink that so much as need. I NEEDED to believe i had friends. But hey were’nt ever as good a bunch of friends as i thought they were. Now that i’m over that, i actually am REALLY optimistic. I smile through almost anything, and if it feels like i’m going to scream, i just run out of the house for 1/2 an hour or so.
24: I can’t cry, anyway. I’m talking, like, PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. my eyes only tear up when i yawn– never when i’m sad. it’s REALLY annoying. Like, my nose still gets runny, but i almost always can’t cry. i’ve cried about 4 times since i started high school. that’s it. told you i was a genetic freak. i cried as a baby, but not as a kid. i didn’t even cry when i broke my leg when i was 6, and that HURT and i couldn’t MOVE and it took FOREVER to get me to a hospital and the jerkfaces at the skating rink told me to WALK with it.
25: sometimes i wish there was something massively wrong with me so i could be special. i don’t even know why, i just do. like if i were secretly depressed, i’d feel like more of a real person. i get so angry at myself for being happy.

“this is where i came in ” (c) the Beegees

Come One, Come All

Just a reminder, as i’m too tired to blog, that my Bat Mitzvah is June 13th of THIS YEAR.

yep, that’s a Saturday.

Leave that day open.

“come one, come all” (c) All Time Low

Solid As Barack.

So. New president today.  Psyched, yes?

Even cooler: no school today!! not really a snow day, as there was no SNOW, but whateveh.  I had fun.

at first, it was boring.  A snow day spent with brothers is like a really cool movie with a baby and a ringing cell phone distracvting you the whole time.  not so satisfying as it should be.  HOWEVER, i got to hang out with Stage (sophomore) and his brother (who is a senior) at lynnhaven mall today.  We ate a ZILLION tacos at taco bell, and then went to Barnes and Noble to read books.

Speaking of which: do any of u beautiful people have a copy of The Murder Of Binzie M~~~ by jaclyn Moriarty?

“Solid as Barack” was a SNL gag…

My Own Worst Enemy

Guess what, guys?

i KILLED the dishwasher.

i didn’t break it.  but i killed it.

Some IDIOT hasn’t run the dishwasher all week, so, observing its un-run-ness, decided 2 do the dishes.  But i couldn’t find our normal soap, so i used a bottle labled “Dawn dishwashing Detergent”.  DishwasING=/= DishwasER.

NO.

i left to do my APUSH homework, and when i came back, there was a 3inchtall pile of bubbles the size of a desk!  so i stopped the dishwasher and set it to rinse, but my idiot brother had relocated the bucket, and while he was pretending not to know where i could find it, i went outside and discovered that he’d used it (and leftit FULL) for his science project.  I returned, and the rinse had steroided the pile from one desk to five.

all the way to the wall.

long story short, mopping was no good, and cold water wouldn’t send the bubbles down the drain, but then i discovered hot water, AKA bubble kryptonite.  so i was FINALLY down to mopping up the water under the bubbles when the mop broke and mom got home.  she brought me 2 towels, one for catching anything else from dishwasher and one for to clean up rest.

and i took out the bottom tray of the dishwasher, and used hot water and the drain button to kill the bubbles.  and then i used the towel to get everything, and now half of the kitchen floor is VERRY shiny, but i never had time for history!!

“my own worst enemy” (c) Lit

When I get Home You’re So Dead

this is, by all definition, the greatest music video EVER (excluding certain MCR ones… but that’s ok.)

 

“When I Get Home You’re So Dead” (c) Mayday Parade

Headfirst For Halos

Guess what?

the impossible has happened.

i have a boyfriend.

you may clap now.

The marcher is sad.  Yess, ladies and gentlemen, that means it’s NOT HIM. Very good, very good.  I’m kinda mortified by how badly he’s taking it, though.  I mean, we all knew i wouldn’t stay in singleship Just for Him.  so, anyway….

i haven’t made a name for him yet.  He goes to the Math and Science academy at Math.  He’s in the same level Math class as i am, but rather than AP Bio, he’s in Physics. 

have i told you guys that i’ll be singing Headfirst for Halos with themarcher’s band? see, their lead singer kinda got freaked out when technical difficulties went into play.  so now i’ll sing their first song, a rousing cover of Headfirst for Halos.  nobody will ever get the image of the pigtailed freak singing the suicide song out of their head.  I’m so excited.

OBTW!! I’m going to Ring Dance with said boyfriend.  Isn’t that exciting?

“Headfirst for Halos” (c) My Chemical Romance

3 Weeks, She Sleeps

sorry about the postlessness, guys…

i’ve been suffering from Post-Winter-Break Syndrome, which basically means that after 2 weeks of break, my mind’s not what it should be.  Iforget stuff really easy, even the things that i JUST decided to do.

so gimme a couple days, and i’ll give you a fantastic post.  til then, i’ll be chillin on facebook.

“3 Weeks, She Sleep” (c) Blue October.

The Party Scene

I love parties!!

I got to spend nearly 30 hours with my dorkss last week!!!

We got a new Frequent Friend this past week, Stage.  His mom’s kindof a total loserish, but he can’t help it.  She said that God didn’t like gay people, then they said that the Bible didn’t specify that, and she said that it did but not otherwise.

so i casually informed her that Paul repealed all the jew-laws, which was why she didn’t have to keep kosher.

and then she said that we jews only believed in half the bible.

maggie = speechless.

so then gibbing’s mom found out that someone made a gay joke, and came to confront us about it, because gays are people, too.  at which point we informed her of what stage’s mom had said.  she was PISSED.

“The Party Scene” (c) All Time Low

That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)

i guess i’m different now from a year ago.  i’ve totally recovered from my freshman emoness… which means i’m not so much for the bite of the cold, the sting of the rain, as i was before.  I gues i’ve… grown up, just a little. oops… hit Ctrl instead of Shift on that I back there.  ah, well, whatever.  We’ll leave it that way.  It looks kinda cool, all slanty.

I still can’t say yes to guys, but i don’t REALLY want to.  it’s not like Freshman year, when nobody but Pancake seemed to like me.   nor sophomore year, when i was fat-ish and stuff, and it was only the upper-classmen in Band who didn’t fit the natural social structure.  Even now, guys who like me are generally the ones who haven’t known me very long.

Also, notsomuchforstepheniemeyer.  there, i said it.  In act, i don’t even check her site anymore.  I have this theory that after getting 2/3 of the way into the Host, she died, and her publicist BSed the whole ending according to what was already there, and that was why it sucked so much.  Then, since Breaking Dawn was already arranged for, she emptied all of the fanfic sites into a book and now a select group of mega-fans are ECSTATIC that their OCs got put in print.

I would have blogged on the Frist, like everyone else, but i sorta LOST that day.  see, we had this MEGA sleepover where i DIDN’T sleep (which MAY have had something to do with the guy who followed me around and decided to lay down next to me when i considered the possibility of sleeping.  he REALLY liked me -.-)  But Jacob AKA remawan AKA thepoda did sleep, only not exactly, as he managed to say mean things about me even in his near-unconscious state.  and Heather kept talking to him even though he was practically in a coma, which bothered me slightly.

so, yeah, i’ve grown up.  The fact that i “EW”d every time she kissed him means absolutely nothing.  That was INTENTIONAL immaturity.

Oh, i almost forgot!!

I stand up for myself now, kinda.  like i’m okay with dissing people, and i won’t pretend to like something just ‘cuz someone else does, or say badness about MCR just because Bips doesn’t like them.

“That Green Gentleman” (c) Panic at the Disco, because  now that they’re lame they’ve chosen to remove the ! after panic.

Move Along

Merry Christmas!!!

moving right along now, i had Uber funs in Ga/ FL, despite being petrified and all that.  everyone loved me, big hugs, sad goodbyes, money, presents, yum food, etc.

i got some SEXY headphones, as displayed in the above image,

If youare reading this right now, not only is wordpress’s publishing system EPIC, but i have gone off to North Carolina, where i shall spend loads of time with my preppy cousins and my awesome cousin jonathan.  Fear not, however, as i shall return tuesday!! or was it wednesday..?  of next week.

BTW, check out my calendar for this month, and salivate with envy.

So, see you next year!!  my resolution?

to get a job and bike my ass to Lynnhaven Mall so i can get these boots with my boatloads of Xmas money

“Move Along” (c) All American Rejects, whose new CD came out on the 16th.

Leaving On A Jet Plane

that’s right! i’m a-goin to Georgia.  and florida.  can you feel the enthusiasm?

for those of you notr in-the-know, that was sarcasm.  I’m utterly terrified of spending 4 days with my father meeting his family.  In GEORGIA!!!  EUGH!! as if that weren’t enough, we’re going to Florida, too.

i STILL hate Florida.  Great theme parks aside, it’s still where people g oto let their Hearts freeze over in the sunshine.  eeugh, Arien/Dalin.  As an added bonus, sometimes they hold grudges or ignore you!! Or both!! Often intentionally!!!

heh, abandonment issues.

but it’s cool.  I mean, crapload of relatives means crapload of gifts, right?  ohi’msostressed.  but it’s good.  zGOOOOOOOOOOOOD.

…

anywayz, i leave in 40 minutes, so i better get in some quality time.

“Leaving On a Jet Plane” (c)  … ? Some say John Denver, others insist upon Peter, Paul, and Mary, while still other make note of some person i’ve never heard of.

Give ‘em Hell, Kid

Roni’s self-portrait looks exactly like gerard way.  When i pointed this out to her, we HONESTLY discused his coffee machine, which apparently isn’t in all rights his and should be returned to mikey.

gotta love roni.

One another note, the annoying Know-it-all Blond freshman’s gonna have her boyfriend ride home w/ her on the bus tomorow.  They have no IDEA what we’ve got in store… hehehehehehohohohahahahahuha!!!!

anyway, i had stories: LOTS of stories.  But i’m kinda not so excited about them right now because Lindsey was in a bad mood today and i have to go figure out how to make her feel better.

“Give ‘em Hell, Kid” (c) My Chemical Romance

hey, Jude

for sake of shape.

  I make this post

.  it’s a peice of Crape.

But so are most.

Anyway, “H,J” is bom’s fave song, and he made a blog!!!

http://bluben.wordpress.com 

fuel the sibling rivalry w/ pageviews!! 

\”Hey, Jude” (c) The Beatles

Cancer

because there isn’t a song called  “i love MCR like a virus”

as you know, Josh lent me their live CD andDVD.  As you know, i usually don’t like Live CDs by anyone.  I’m so happy that, after watching only 4 of the songs (and wondering why anyone in their right mind would stick their hand in their mouth when they have to sing, like, 2 seconds later) i have changed my mind.  My boombox of decade old may have played them crappily at first, or maybe i just like it better now that i’ve seen the live-ness on DVD.

You really gotta appreciate the New Jersey show; i actually like it better than the Mexico City one… but that MAY just be because i respect their willingness to perform on a 2 ft cu. stage.  Okay, it’s not that small, but they DO barely fit.  and you cal actually hear the fans when he’s tells them “you better fucking sing”, so much better than Mexico City, where the mob is, like, 30 feet from the stage.

in addition, i have e theory as to why Gerard was blogging about his reality TV and video games.  I think he got on his wife’s nerves. be like: “And wouldn’t it be positively EPIC if they had a Monroeville Mall map?” “ Honey, you’re doing it again” 

“Cancer” (c) My Chemical Romance

O BTW

this is my addiction.

just so ya kno

Dear Maria, Count Me In

Yeah, could have used Stars, but All Time Low is at the top of my library, and i be lazy.

And now i know more little bands than ever!! In addition to Life’s Better Sides, a whole band of one-day Maggie fans, i have become aware of Bonkers!, a band composed of several people Fox knows, including Bips, Roni, Flag, and other people i’m not sure whether or not i’ve named.  Roni told me that if i made josh’s band (LBS) befriend her band in the wonderful world of Myspace, she would write a song about me. 

Much though i would love my own song, it’s more about my friends listening to each other than me getting what i want. I mean, it’s not like Roni took my hugs away or anything cruel andmanipulative or anything.

OMG YESTERDAY!

Our APBio teacher was gone (very rare) and we had to sit in our room without a real sub for, like, 10 minutes.  Then, i swear, the main office pulled a man off the street and asked him if he wanted an easy $20, and that time was of the essense.  So this random grubby Hobo in 2 t-shirts came and ate CRACKERS on a LAB TABLE, then pushed his crumbs into the lab sink. 

 He tried to go over our quizzes with us by voting on who was most likely to knowwhat they were talking about!   i kindof.. escaped, into Mrs Anderson’s room, for about 5 minutes.  But she kicked me out, because these freshmen are icky and dun’ lyk meh.  And b/c i was talking to Eidriff.

Ciao, y’all.

“Dear Maria, Count Me In” (c) All Time Low

The Black Parade Is Dead!

Okay, so…

Saturday.

I folded most of the laundry, and ran everything on cold water (in my house, this feat approaches miracle status) then cleaned up my room. Then waited.  Unt waited. Et waited.  And waited.  And then Mom got home with T-shirt transfers and a framed picture.  then my parents spent, like, an HOUR decideing where to put the paintings in our new room. and then… we went to DnD.

Which was beyond awesome.  as wel as highly amusing.  We had a new guy, Yoshi, who’s a freshman at Math and absotively adorable.  oh, and half japanese.  Every time i hugged him, he’d get this look on his face like he’d been attacked. All the other guys went on about how they’d gotten used to it.  Speaking of Hugs, i told Josh he wasn’t getting any of them until he and the band covered Two Weeks In Hawaii by Hellogoodbye.  Remawan was there, as was Heather.  Remawan gay/lesbian/bi-bashed and heather started giving me almost as much love as him. Thepoda: Wait– Is MAGGIE my competition?!? Josh: We’re talking about a potential 3way here and you’re complaining? me: I doubt ANYONE would want to have sex with [Remawan] whole room: lawl Me: I stand by my hypothesis!! And then I was camerachick for Matt’s English project on Walden Pond (Red VS Blue Baseball performed by Josh, Gibbings, Matt, and Remawan) which they made with Halo. I was trying so hard not to laugh (mostly because they’d been ‘getting in character’ for the past 15 minutes) , especially after holding the camera still when it didn’t matter, that the movie looks like it’s being recorded from horseback.  Jacob (remawan; i quit) was supposed to say something about an earthquake in the middle, but he didn’t.

Then Josh, who had already given me oreos, got his mommy to drive me and Bom home.  On the way we stopped by Josh’s house and picked up The Black parade is Dead, and if you don’t know what it is, i’m not explaining.

 

“The Black Parade Is Dead!” (c) My Chemical Romance

AMAZING

yeah…

did you guys know MCR’s site is a BLOG now!!

AMAZING!!!

as described by Frank, Gerard’s “posts are fucking gripping, like you cant put the computer screen down, in fear that you may miss the secrets of the universe revealed to you in the middle of his thoughts about the pick up artist2″

in other news…

a freshman in my J-1 class likes me.  For a time, he would follow me around in a cute way and give me pink lemonade pouches of minute maid’s wanna-be capri sun glory.  Which is, btw, absolutely the greatest stuff in history.  I’m gonna give you all a picture of it.  Okay, maybe not.  I cannot BELIEVE google failed me.  Now i have to go out, buy some minute maid pink lemonade coolers, and take a picture of myself posing with one in a suggestive way.  ie drinking it the way i usually do.

well, lately, i’ve taken to hiding from this boy.  Why? because he REALLY likes me.  like, this morning i hid behind she-who-once-left-and-has-returned (swolahr) when i saw him coming.  Swolahr thought it was mildly funny once she realized i was serious.

 hey dummies it’s lindsey’s birthday. 

freal.  and She With Unlimited Supply Of Hair Dye (swusohd) was pulling people aside and going: “it’s lindsey’s birthday.  tell her happy birthday like you mean it, or i’ll make you do it again”! I love Swusohd; she makes me laugh.  Sadly, i think she hates me.  We can’t all love the jews.  nowaitshesajewthatdoesntworkoopsnvm?

i’ll tell you more about the freshman… in 2 days.

 

“Amazing” (c) Blue October, dearies.  And i bet you thought you had me breaking the song rule, huh.

Let It Go

I usually let go of stuff rather easily.  You know, rude behavior, stupid words, lame comments.  unfair treatment.

But there comes a point.

I’m getting really sick of the special treatment.  I mean, what do i have to do?

Bom doesn’t have to do ANYTHING, except maybe set the table.  and yet when i want to sit on the computer, i should be working in the kitchen,.  Even if i plan to clean up.  Imean, really? So tired of this.

I’m trying so hard, but my grades are ridiculous.  I’m pretty sure come progress reports i’ll lose even more minor rights than i already have.  And there’s no WAY i can get a job.  Nobody will respect the time commitment.  I really want to get a job, but, it’s not happenning in all logic.  And i don’t feel like getting turned down for a job again.

I need to let it go again like i usually do.  I don’t get why it’s different.  Stupid barely-older stepbrother.

“Let It Go” (c) Blue October

The Girl’s a Straight-Up Hustler

Hey, guys!!

i may have been leading you on.  as a whole.  and i apologize for that.

when i take food from your lunchbox, it means that i want cheez-its, not you.  i’m not so into underclassmen.  or juniors.  why? because, to be honest you don’t really know who you are.  I don’t want to sit around kissing someone with an as-of-yet undefined personality.   yes, i am probably sounding very picky.  go whine somewhere else.

for the record: if i really ‘needed’ a boyfriend i’d have one.  half the guys in my japanese class worship me.  the rest are either black freshmen who DECIDED to hate me or the one new guy who’s awestruck by my loudness.  i hang out with my dorks every othewr weekend.  that’s 8 guys + heather+maggie.  I don’t believe i’d have any trouble with any of them.

why am i a flirt? that’s a good question.  i answer it with another: would you talk to me otherwise?

QUEBEKAH!!!

“i said i loved you but i lied”

“the girl’s a straight-up Hustler” (c) All Time Low

One Week

yeah… and not the best one.  EVERY DAY my older brother got home and jumped onto the computer for at least an hour, and often more than two, then watched television when the games he was playing screwed the computer up.  so when(or rather, IF) i got on the computer, the thing was so slow, it took 5 minutes for my internet mainpages to load.  and then dad was on my ass about how i should be working on other stuff.  i mean, SERIOUSLY?!

ONE DAY, i asked to use the computer.  “in ten minutes”, he said.  in 2 he called me over.  the computer screen was plaid, something it does when it has such a huge cyberheadache it fails to restart properly.  “you can have it now” he said, then went off to watch a movie.  i shut the computer down to give it a break and handwrote the damn essay.

EVERY DAY, i got home and worked on homweork, which was barely done at dinnertime.  after dinner, i cleared the table.  Bom MAYBE set the table. 

ONE DAY, friday, i took a break.  Ben ran the laundry for the family (improperly, as always) and i let him do it without helping him because, really, he’d been doing whatever he wanted all week.  I cleaned up the kitchen, which was a total mess because nobody thinks it a worthy job for them to do but me.  there were dirty dishes in the drying spot!!  at dinner, dad said it was a choice between going to services and hanging out with my friends of the MARCHER genre, because apparently if i went to Temple i wouldn’t get any work done.  In short, whatever choice i made would be wrong.

SATURDAY, i cleaned my room for an hour then went to Temple to work on prayers for my Bat Mitzvah.  about 35 minutes in Dad walked in and talked about how dirty it was and how crappy my bookshelf barrier was, then saisd that if my shelf was out of room maybe i should throw out my twilight books.  We’re cleaning the house so dad looks good in custody court, a field where nobody cares about me anyway.  Seriously, WHY was he hassling me over nothing when I’d been the only one WORKING at ALL all week? Bom and dad made a HUGE deal of how they were going to make the TERRIBLE kitchen look PERFECT.

when i got back, Bom was gone.  He went to chill with my friends.  WHY? because he’s the firstborn, essentially, and no matter how lazy he is, everyone thinks he’s doing the most.  meanwhile, i was left to help clean up the house.  The kitchen, by the way, didn’t look any better.

I am SO SICK of people getting stuff because they think they deserve it, or really don’t care.  Bom got a raise in Sunday School becasue his apathy makes it look like he’s working circles around us, when he really just doesn’t get that much to do.  when Bom wants something, it’s given to him.  When i want something, i get interrogated as to it’s GENUINE relevence, and do i REALLY need it? then i try to come up wioth some sort of a deal to earn it, and they look at me like i’m crazy.  and it’s even WORSE when i buy it!  WHY am i wasting my money, they ask!

i’m SO sick of this age discrimination.

“one week” (c) Barenaked Ladies

I’ve Gotta Get a Message to You

I am not in love with marchie.  We hang out every few weeks, in HUGE clumps with people like Gibbings and Talsam.  We are NOT together.  Because, why would we be?

\Speaking of boys, i’m working on picking one out.  It’s proving exceedingly difficult, however, because every single guy at my high school is either too stupid for me, or thinks i’m too dumb for them. 

or both.  XD

Sijownoc, for example, is behid me in math by 4 years.  I couldn’t justify that.  I mean, did i not tell you here not to be stupid?

Besides, all he talked about was CLOTHES.  EUGH!

we’re all better off this way.

and air?  You’re awesome.  I was just too lazy to schedule something this weekend, but we should go do something again.  like… Twilight movie comes out friday?

we could laugh at that lameness together sometime…

“I’ve Gotta Get A Message To You” (c) The Bee Gees

The Party Scene

i lead a good life.  I have a brother.  I have firends.  I have my brother’s friends.  And i freaking give up on the name thing.  It’s too much stinkning effort, and rather pointless as Josh names these people in his own blog.

You HEAR ME!?!?!
I QUIT!!!

although i will continue to keep things relatively obscure… and keep my old names

   anyway… Usually we meet at the Gibbings Manor, but their parents were ‘incapacitated’, so we met at Remawan’s instead.  In addition to the usual crowd (themarcher, Gibbings 1+2, Remawan, Myself, Bom, Figweot/rowan) The Adorably Lap-Sized Adolescent Male (Talsam) and heather were present, as well as some people i presume were related to Remawan as they had an elaborate alarm system going to prevent Remawan and Heather from remaining in the same room. 

So, after about two minutes of listening to Rowan sing, I found a computer.  Long story short, Gibbings, Blond Gibbings, Talsam, the Marcher, and i ended up around said computer, all driven away by Rowan’s voice.  The computer was in a bedroom, so we all sat on a bed and watched a 9-part Anime AMV Hell, and i envy those of you who don’t know what that is.  so, as is his namesake, Talsam sat on my lap to take best advantage of the limited space. 

Gibbings wanted to see Madagascar 2. 

Me: But i don’t have any money..?

Gibbings: I’ll pay! So long as my wallet is sufficiently filled.

Josh: did you not just spend $200 this week?

Gibbings: So i should have 200 more!!

… it wasn’t 200.

Gibbings: 26!! that’s enough for 2 people!!

Me: so what do we do with my brother?

Gibbings: I’LL FIGURE IT OUT JUST CALL YOUR PARENTS!!

Me: ironically, my parents are with my little brother seeing that very same movie, and probably will not answer the phone.

Gibbings: CALL THEM!!!

while we were figuring it out, josh’s mom got there, so Bom and i had to leave.

oh, and at some point that day, i got a face drawn on my foot.

 

“The Party Scene” (c) All Time Low

Here (In Your Arms)

You wanteda new post?
Here. I throw it into your open arms.
What to say… Well, Sijownoc is in Pre-Algebra as a sophomore. I took that class in seventh grade. It’s not happenning. I can’t come up with an acceptable excuse not to have him over on Friday, though, so he’s still coming for Halloween.
In Other News…
You may have notice the beautiful present the marcher gave me.
If not, you’ll figure it out if you go to his blog.
also, we can have any discussions on my wikispaces: http://maggietheloud.wikispaces.com
because the school uses wiki for class projects, wikispaces are not blocked, even logging in, which on WordPress has been.
so come along and if you have an account, keep it, and if you don’t, make one, and we can talk about whatever.

“Here (in Your Arms)” (c) Hellogoodbye

Romance

I’m SORRRY!!!
I’M SO SORRY!!!
I meant to blog!!!
I swear!!
but…! but…!
I couldn’t!!
So, an update.
 I did not, contrary to popular belief, fall madly in love with Dagimsu-l.  He was but a decoy!!  My True teenagerish love goes to…. (drumroll) Sophomore In Japanese 1 With Name of Cawets (sijownoc from here on).  Yes, i know.  I should not be so web fickle.  But here’s the thing: I like sijownoc.  Not just in a friend way, like everyone else on this blog.  so don’t be lame!!   Preppish Obese Blonde Hates  Amazing Maggie (pobham) saw us messing around today after school, and may 1:begin a stupid rumor or 2: say that i have a boyfriend and see if it breaks Pancake’s heart, clearly thinking that i hadn’t gotten over him, which i totally have.  For those of you not in-the-know, Pancake is in the same class as me, and i liked he Freshman year and part of sophomore year.  we never went eout, but everyone thought we should have.

on “Messing Around” on’t look at me like that!! I was messing with his hair, so he took my pigtails out and started playing with my hair, which he swears is the coolest on the planet, and thinks i should straighten to wear down.  and then he wouldn’t give back my rubber bands, so i chased him around the commons, but my shoes had NO traction, so i kept slipping on the tile and falling over.  my solutionto this was to tackle him and attempt to wrestle the blue hairbands away from him.  this did not work; he’s stronger than me!!  -__- … so, it was after i’d quit on the wrestling plan and alternated to coercing (via attempting to render him immobile to take it away– also did not work) that Pobham walked into the commons and saw us.  i need to ask Pancake if she’s said anything…

Don’t forget, if you get confused just go to my name index on the sidebar!!
“Romance” (c) My Chemical Romance 2002
Another Smiling Teacher Of Similar Origin Astoso

Here’s the thing:

{read “Romance” First)

Love him though i may, Sijownoc isn’t very.. bright.  or original.  he’s just sort of… there.

allow me to elaborate.  He likes Death Note,  Naruto video games, and Hot Topic clothes.  He’s a zonie, so he’s automatically gonna be slowishin comparison. 

 SO mah qestion eess:

From this point on, poll posts will be titled straight from my brain, and carry little content.