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LAWLZ. Stole this from a bud. Going to set it up here and let you all have fun. I EXPECT REPLYS.
what would you do if?
1. I was right next to you:
2. I kissed you:
3. I lived next door to you:
4. I started smoking:
5. I was hospitalized:
6. I was drunk:
7. i hugged u:
8. I asked you to leave:
9. I asked you out:
what do you think about my?
10. personality:
11. eyes:
12. hair:
13. body:
would you?
14. be my friend?
15. keep a secret if i told you one?
16. kiss me?
17. go on a date with me?
18. keep in touch?
19. date me?
have you ever?
20. lied to make me feel better?
21. wanted to kiss me?
22. wanted to bite me?
23. kept something important from me?
24. wanted to cuddle with me?
and more.
25. who are you?
26. are we friends?
27. when and how did we meet?
28. describe me in one word:
29. what was your first impression?
30. what reminds you of me?
31. if you could give me anything what would it be?
32. how well do you know me?
33. when's the last time you saw me?
34. ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
35. are you gonna post this so you can see what I say about you?
be complety honest...
Y= Yes
N = No
M= Maybe
Would/will you?
[] come to my house to do nothing at all but chill?
[] fight me?
[] kiss me?
[] let me kiss you?
[] watch a movie with me?
[] go out to dinner with me?
[] Sing car karaoke w/ me?
[] re-post this for me to answer your questions?
[] hold my hand?
[] let me make you breakfast?
[] help me with homework?
[] tickle me?
[] let me tickle you?
[] instant message me?
[] greet me in public?
[] hang out with me?
[] bring me around your friends?
[] be down with me no matter what?
D0 Y0U...
[] think im cute?
[] think im serious?
[] think im a good person
[] think im conceided?
[] want to kiss me?
[] want to cuddle with me?
[] want to hook up with me?
[] love me?
AM I...
[] smart?
[] cute?
[] funny?
[] sexy?
[] cool?
[] romantic?
[] a freak?
[] gangsta?
[] loveable?
[] adorable?
[] trustworthy
[] compassionate?
[] great to be with?
[] attractive?
[] mean?
[] well known?
HAVE Y0U EVER...
[] thought about hooking up with me?
[] found yourself wanting a kiss from me?
[] wished I were there?
[] had a crush on me?
[] wanted my number?
[] had a dream about me?
[] been distracted by me?
[] looked at my page more than ten times?
[] wondered what I'd look like with no clothes on?
ARE Y0U...
[] happy you know me?
[] thinking about me?
[] wanting to call me to talk about these things?
[] going to repost this?
 Minor Melodies · Fri Feb 15, 2008 @ 09:06pm · 2 Comments |
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Singles Awareness Day and Twitterpation. |
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It's V-day. Or D-day, as I like to call it. Sorry, I've just never had a very good experience when it comes to this particular holiday. I never get love notes slipped into my locker, no flowers come for me, and no one asks me out. Is it just me, or do only men with no romantic bone in their body happen to fall for me?
*exasperation*
So I have to sulk and buy myself chocolate and roses while I watch all the other hoes at my school suck face with their boyfriends and get teddy bears bigger than themselves. I feel like the owl in Bambi, who complains about how come spring, everybody's twitterpated! TWITTERPATION HAS INVADED OUR SOCIETY, MY FRIENDS! If we fight it now, we might not be overwhelmed! It makes me really want to buy those boxes of hate sweet hearts and send them to every couple I see throughout the day. {Those things are great. I got one a few years back. From my BFF.}
But luckily, me pal Chris decided to be my personal Jesus for the day and got me a teddy bear and some candy. I haven't eaten anything but sugar ALL DAY LONG. *cavity* I'm still not sure if it was worth it or not. XD Until I see my dentist though, that shall be the highlight of my Singles Awareness Day. Singles Awareness Day is another name for D-day due to the fact that everyone who's single suddenly becomes very aware of that fact during this time. I've been single every single year on Valentine's Day so far. It doesn't help that my crush of two years now happens to be everywhere I go and is constantly with his girlfriend {who is not as pretty as me, but has such a loveable personality that I can't compete} and today she was adorned with flowers and cute hugs and kisses that should've been going to me. Damn.
Enjoy the destruction of self-esteem.
Minor Melodies · Thu Feb 14, 2008 @ 10:05pm · 0 Comments |
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Yay! It's not 2008! Now the Olympics can happen! *joy dance*
Sorry. I really like the Olympics. I'd like to go someday, but I have no idea what sport I'd do. Maybe fencing. I like swords.
Anyways, that's not what I started writing this journal to talk about. What I initially wanted to say is that New Years is officially the BEST HOLIDAY EVER. Why? Because it's when you get to skate around in Jellybeans in the wildest outfit you could possibly find in your closet, then go home, watch a shiny ball drop, and then shoot silly string at each other for a full hour out in the front yard. Yeah. I had two friends over for the celebration. We put confetti on the fan, had exploding little toys, and drank grape kool-aid from a champagne flute.
Because I don't need alchohol on New Years Eve. The hype is enough to get me wired. We had a full out war with the silly string in the yard, and I'm not sure that I managed to get all of it out of my hair. I'm sure it's in there. Somewhere. I got a good shot in the ear, and my FBI sweatshirt was absolutely drenched in neon colored slime. It was FANTASTIC.
I hope that everyone had as enjoyable a New Years Eve as I, because it was simply spectacular. Enjoy the Olympics! heart
Minor Melodies · Wed Jan 02, 2008 @ 12:43am · 0 Comments |
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Alright. So Hug Week explanation time. In short, it was a challenge put up by the newspaper at my school that involved hugging ten different people every day for an entire week. Resulting in hugs from seventy different people.
DO ANY OF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND SEVENTY PEOPLE WITH WHICH YOU ARE WILLING TO SHARE HUGS?!?!?!?! I had to approach this challenge systematically, it was so hard. Because there are plenty of friends and people to choose from, it's just awkward to hug some of them. Why? Because I don't really have relationships with people who are a little something like this"
'Oh my gawd! I totally haven't seen you since like, yesterday! *giggle* Hug!'
Because those people make me want to start swinging heavy frying pans about. Mainly in the direction of the faces of others. So I had to go through every period of my school day, group all the huggable people into groups of ten, assign them to a day, and make a t-shirt for them all to sign. [Okay, so the t-shirt was purely because I like having signed t-shirts.] I'm rather self-indulgent. But yes. That was fun. If extremely stressful.
And then there's the matter of the midnight bowling. Andrew had to go and be a douche and got himself grounded, and the trip was cancelled. So now we're making up for lost time by going roller skating on New Year's Eve. Well, at least I hope so. My mother dearest keeps avoiding giving me a definite yes or no answer. It's as if there's not a good reason she can think of, but she doesn't want me to go anyways.
Surprise surprise.
Minor Melodies · Sat Dec 29, 2007 @ 09:10pm · 0 Comments |
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Alright. So I was talking to my buddy today, and she went on a rant about something or other. The only words I understood were 'midnight bowling', 'apocalypse', and 'orgy'. Those all connect somehow, I'm sure. Someone with a dirtier mind than I could probably find the link within seconds. Ah well. Good for them. But I asked later, and apparently what all the ranting translates into is that we are going midnight bowling this friday. Why? CUZ MIDNIGHT BOWLING IS THE s**t. ADMIT IT. It really is. You just don't want to give in to your dorkitude. Embrace it my friends. Life is too short to be cool.
But getting off that tangent, while midnight bowling we are apparently also going to start a rave. Rave on slick flooring in slippy shoes. Going to be amazing. I'm excited. And hopefully, I'm going to get my 80 gig iPod soon too! What a week this is turning out to be! Absolutely lovely. Hug weeks are great. [Story on hugweeks, orgys, and apocalypses coming soon.]
Minor Melodies · Wed Nov 28, 2007 @ 01:59am · 0 Comments |
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It's November. Thanksgiving has passed. And now, to replace it, is FRIGID COLD. *shivers* I hate cold weather. You know how when people ask you that stupid "Would you rather have it hot or cold? *giggle giggle*" question, most people say cold? I would rather live in death valley then live in a place where it was always below seventy degrees. Most people say 'cold' as an answer to that question. And their reasoning is always stupid. Usually it's something along the lines of-'Well, if it's cold, you can always put on more clothes. But when it's hot you can't keep taking off clothes.'
I say, buck up and enjoy the sweltering, my friends. Because in cold weather, if you kept putting on clothes, eventually, they wouldn't make clothing big enough to cover your fabricated bulk. And during the summer, I like the heat. I thrive on it. Makes me happy. July? Best month EVER. And now November has decided to spit in my face and be all mean and say-"Ha ha. I'm going to be cold and highly unbearable. Sucks for you, doesn't it." At this point, I shake my fist and my calendar and huddle under three blankets. Which of course, I am doing now. As my parents don't like to pay for heat, and therefore our house is simply outside without wind. Which is better, but still cold. This might just be me, but I miss being able to walk around my house with bare feet and not have my toes fall off. Ah well. Nothing I can do about it. So I'll just go watch a movie now.
Minor Melodies · Sat Nov 24, 2007 @ 09:21pm · 0 Comments |
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Another career I should never try... |
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I can't be a hairstylist. Why? Cuz my hair grows a mile a month, and I tried to cut my own emo bangs, and now it looks like I got attacked by a blind man with garden shears. It's pretty bad. Snappy clips and bobby pins are my best friends. So there go cooking and the beautification of others. Good thing all the rest of my possible career choices involve bossing someone else around. I'm good at that. Next thing you know I'll try to make my own clothes. Cuz I'm stupid and think I can do these domestic things. MORE PROOF THAT I WON'T BE ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF KIDS. 1-I can't cook. 2-I can't give them haircuts when I'm too lazy to take them to a hair cutting place. 3-Cleaning is the bane of my existence. Mostly vaccuums though. Just the sound of a running vaccuum cleaner makes me want to punch a dolphin. And how could anyone who is clearly not going mad from vaccuums want to punch a dolphin?!?! They're so cute and cuddly and smart and fun to watch and profitable for Sea World and I am running on a major tangent here. Oh well. I'm just typing for the sake of words in the box. Don't judge me. *GASP* I should be watching HOUSE right now! Must dash!
 Send me a PM, or visit this. I'll draw ya something nice. Minor Melodies · Wed Nov 21, 2007 @ 02:14am · 0 Comments |
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Food is devil spawn, unless in my mouth. |
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The subject says it all. I cannot cook. Simply cannot. It is physically impossible. My mom had the wonderful idea of having everybody make their own calzone today, and mine ended up looking like a vital organ. With olives. We were all praying as it cooked that it would not explode in the oven. It didn't, but it did implode. Making it very interesting to eat. And then, in my defeat, I attempted to make myself a bowl of cereal. And guess what, I DROPPED IT. It was all perfectly done, the cap'n crunch all in before I put the milk in, the spoon wonderfully set inside the bowl, no spills, the works. And then I pick it up to take it over to the table so I can enjoy what I believed was the only food I could make correctly, and I DROPPED IT ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!!! This just goes to show that God meant for me never to cook. Which also means that those career aptitude tests are a crock. It told me I should be a chef. Aaargh.
Minor Melodies · Sun May 06, 2007 @ 08:11pm · 1 Comments |
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