Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Monday, March 28, 2011


(American Idiot = <3)

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Friday, March 25, 2011

So Tired

Hey girls, it's still Friday.

It's Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Friday... Dang you Rebecca Black why did you have to ruin Hannah's day with your really (pathetically) bad song?

This is Hannah's computer. Hannah fell asleep without turning me off so I'm going to make this blog so she doesn't get punished again. Btw she apologizes about the past couple of time forgetting to blog, she is going through some personal stuff. But yah now I'm going to rant about how badly she treats me. Half of the time she doesn't even bother to pick me properly. He picks me up by my screen which for one thing means i have fingerprints all over me. And two, it is horrible for my hinges. It is so painful! I just want to scream at her every time but of course she just thinks that the CD inside is spinning really loud of my hard drive is trying to warm up. Man! Humans can be really stupid. Hannah also never cleans me... it's so disgusting! When I was younger I was so clean and white. Now, well now I'm just not. I have this weird slight grey-ish tint to me and random make-up marks all over me. Also, I've gotten kind of banged up over the years. i have a few chips here and there and my battery isn't what it used to be. Finally, she never shuts me down. All she ever does is close me so that I go into sleep mode. I mean don't get me wrong sleeping is great, but sleep mode is more of a nap and shut downs are more of a good night's rest. And trust me these naps aren't cutting it anymore. I'm so tired when she gets me up in the morning that I get really grumpy and I grumble a lot. Ugh sometimes Hannah just really annoys the crap out of me. Gosh,(yawn) I'm really starting to get tired now girls. I gotta go, sleep mode awaits....

-Hannah's computer

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Plotting... Day after day.

This is Haley's bookshelf.  Everyday I watch her and everyday she gets worse.  Why won't she buy me more books?  She got this terrible Kindle thing for Christmas and has been using it, the bitch.  At the moment she isn't home because she is at the beach (or atleast will be on Thursday, which is why I am writing this on Tuesday.)   I use the term loosely of course because I've read about the Oregon Coast and it is basically just rainy all the time.  I am very frumpy.  My paint is chipping.  No one loves me.  She tried to get rid of me the other day.  She bought a new bookcase.  Luckily it was one where you had to put it together yourself, and even though she spent three hours working to get it together it fell apart.  Not that I had anything to do with it...  I'm plotting a way to get rid of Haley's Kindle.  Perhaps a fire?  No.  I might burn.  Perhaps it could be stolen?  No.  Too obvious.  Perhaps she could "lose" it?  She is spectacular at losing things.  That will work.  Her mom will be mad, but who cares.  I am more important than her mom's happiness.  I must go now.  Travelling is hard when you are a bookshelf and if I'm going to "lose" her Kindle I'll have to move fast.

Currently Rereading: All of the books sitting on me.  Over and over again.  Nothing to do.  Just waiting for more books.

Currently Listening: To Haley whine about her application essay for Honor's English

Monday, March 21, 2011

Bellamy's Musings

Hey there, bloggers. Bloggists? Bloggians? Anywhore... Salut, bloggeurs! My name is Bellamy and I am the beloved second iPod of Hadley Todoran. (We're not going to talk about BJ, the lesser iPod.) I was named after Matt Bellamy, the (gorgeous) frontman for the band Muse...therefore I'm a touch confused about what my nationality is supposed to be, as my namesake is British but I primarily speak French... Yes, I speak French. Fluent French. And I'm (RED), so all the money used to buy me went to fund AIDS research, so I'm charitable, too. And I also have inspirational Green Day lyrics tattooed on my back. I consider that another plus. I'm basically the Old Spice guy of iPods...except gayer.
So Hadley is basically my best friend. We're tight. She takes me freaking everywhere. Every trip out of the state: I'm there. She's taking me to Chicago tomorrow (though I am a little miffed...I mean, I could give her hours upon hours of musical entertainment, and she goes to see an opera? I mean, please...). Also, she acts like I'm her gay boyfriend, but I know for a fact that she has at least two besides me (and that's not including BJ...he's SO old news). And one of them (Andrew, apparently...) is going on the France trip with us, and I just don't know if I approve of that...if I don't get equal time with her on that airplane, I swear...
Okay, fine, I suppose I can share her...we just have such good times together. We give each other the opportunity to fangirl over the most fantastically darling boys (and Shakira...don't really know what was going on there, but I'm not here to judge; I'm here to play the music). Latest addition to the fangirling rogue's gallery of sexy musicians: Davey Havok.

OH MY APPLE, this boy is beautiful. Hadley needs to get her act together and get a freaking iTunes card and buy me some more AFI because I need more Davey in my life and I can't have more Davey in my life until there are more than 85 freaking cents in her iTunes account. HINTS TO HADLEY.
Well, no use worrying about that now...I can content myself with the fabulously great amount of Billie Joe Armstrong I have for the time being... (Incidentally, that's who BJ's named after...hm...I'm still the most beloved). Well, I'm all charged up and ready to go for tomorrow. I apparently get to meet this Andrew tomorrow...we'll see how well we get along. Later, bitches!
- Bellamy

Sunday, March 20, 2011


Hey girls, it's sunday!
Katie is too busy writing a three page report about rice in Japan and talking to Kenneth to pay write this blog or pay attention to ME! I'm sitting on the couch next to her and bored, I keep making cute noises and looking extra adorable so she'll pet me. But nope... no she cares way too much about her grades and her social life to pay attention to me. SHE IS THE ONLY PERSON I KNOW THAT CAN DENY THESE LARGE BROWN AND MOPING EYES! I'm the most adorable puppy ever! Why won't she play with me. Ah geez, I just looked over. The cat is eating my food again. Katie won't let me eat the cat's food, why does she get to eat my food? She's soooo annoying! And she meows CONSTANTLY for no reason! Whenever I bark it's for an incredibly good reason like the prescence of a squirrel or chipmunk. That deserves attention. Oh wells, I'm going to go sleep since no one will play with me.

Topsy, Katie's puppy.

Stuck in head: Please don't touch my stove - Just so
Hating: the kitty
Eating: bacon

Thursday, March 17, 2011


Every year, I wake up and get off my sunglasses. I don`t always have time to dance a shower, but I always make sure to skip my hair. Once that`s done I get some eyebrows, and then it`s off to my first sock. I often get caught singing in class. No one likes it when the Doctor gives a surprise game. My second class is ladybug Theory. Dr. Rebecca Black is incredibly FABULOUS, but I never jump her because of her thick candle. Her tattoos, however, are really supermegafoxyawesomehot. After lunch, I have no more toilet paper and I`m free to play with my friends. Before I go to bed I dance (I dance a lot) a little bit. Curly shoe killing shittily.





Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tenley ----Verb---- the ----adjective---- Madlib

Hey girls, it's Tuesday! Spring break, at least for me, is officially over and I now have to start being productive again. *sigh* It's actually not that bad, I'm pretty much ready for the semester... for now at least. But anyways, this is madlib week and first things first, here is my finished story based on the madlib Katie made on Sunday. 

Every month, I wake up and get off my ass. I don't always have time to lick a shower, but I always make sure to punch my hair. Once that's done I get some coffee, and then it's off to my first dungeon. I often get caught choking in class. No one likes it when the doctor gives a surprise shoe. My second class is Food Theory. Dr. Tennant is incredibly gorgeous, but I never tickled him because of his thick hair. His abs, however, are really firm. After lunch, I have no more dungeons and I'm free to dance with m friends. Before I go to bed I laugh a little bit. Quickly dragons fly wildly.

Oh madlibs, I love you. That being said, here is my madlib for you guys to have fun with. 

My name is name, i am number years old. While i was walking down the street, i saw noun. i wanted to become famous person. I went up to them and i started talent ending in ing for them, they adjective me. They became my noun and I was in my favorite show t.v. show. I got to verb famous person becouse he was my love interest. I sang with plural noun and we became noun. Also my boyfriend was adjective. This was an verb life!

So yeah... have fun with that. Emily, I'll read you tomorrow. 

Currently reading: "The Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl" 
Currently listening to: "My Hope" by Molly Lewis

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Katie __v.__ and likes ___plural n._______

Hey girls it's sunday. I've been working on the punishment all night, but I can't get it to upload from my phone to my computer, so it'll be up as soon as possible. Today I saw rent with some friends at the Civic Theatre and it was rather well done. All the songs are stuck in my head though! This weeks theme is MAD LIBS. I have created a madlib for you! Put your creations in your next blog
Less than three, Katie Z

TIME SPAN [1]_______________________ VERB [13]_______________________
NOUN [2]_______________________ NOUN [14]_______________________
VERB [3]_______________________ NOUN (PLURAL) [15]_______________________
VERB [4]_______________________ ADJECTIVE [16]_______________________
NOUN (PLURAL OR SINGULAR) [5]_______________________ NOUN (PLURAL) [17]_______________________
NOUN [6]_______________________ VERB [18]_______________________
VERB ENDING IN "ING" [7]_______________________ PREPOSITION [19]_______________________
OCCUPATION [8]_______________________ VERB [20]_______________________
NOUN [9]_______________________ ADJECTIVE [21]_______________________
NOUN [10]_______________________ NOUN [22]_______________________
FAMOUS PERSON [11]_______________________ VERB [23]_______________________
ADJECTIVE [12]_______________________ ADJECTIVE [24]_______________________

NOTE: Some words may occur more than once.

Every           [1]          , I wake up and get off my           [2]          . I don`t always have time to           [3]           a shower, but I always make sure to           [4]           my hair. Once that`s done I get some           [5]          , and then it`s off to my first           [6]          . I often get caught           [7]           in class. No one likes it when the           [8]           gives a surprise           [9]          . My second class is           [10]           Theory. Dr.           [11]           is incredibly           [12]          , but I never           [13]           her because of her thick           [14]          . Her           [15]          , however, are really           [16]          . After lunch, I have no more           [17]           and I`m free to           [18]                     [19]           my friends. Before I go to bed I           [20]           a little bit.           [21]                     [22]                     [23]                     [24]          .

Thursday, March 10, 2011

lalz. isn't that about like... history. ewwzzz.

I use a lot of z's when I'm imitating the general population.

I am kind of tired (despite it being only 7 O'CLOCK) and I want to go watch Aladdin so yeah....

I try to read at least two books a week, and with my work load at school that is not difficult.

Here are a list of some of my favortie books that I've read so far this year:

  • Davinchi Code/ Angels and Demons/ The Lost Symbol
  • Leviathan/ BEHEMOTH
  • Just Don't Fall
  • 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear
  • A Wild Ride Through the Night
  • Golden Compass/ Subtle Knife
  • May Contain Traces of Magic
Other books that I love: 

  • Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • Catcher in the Rye
  • All books by Maureen Johnson. LOVE.
Can't really think right now.

CURRENTLY READING: A People's History of the United States

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Chickens- they're a keen idea, man

Hey girls, it's kind of thursday here, but whatever- let's call it wednesday.
So, sorry about not blogging last week, I don't totally remember what was going on wednesday, but I tried to switch days with hannah and then she didn't blog and then friday I had do an awful obligatory school thing called "the sock hop" and then rewrite a paper and then throw together some research for discussion. I got less than 1.5 hours of sleep that night. BUT- it was my first discussion meet AND I qualified for state so...

So, my punishment I need to write a love duet between a zombie and a unicorn... here we go:
Unicorn (U)
Zombie (Z)
U: dearest zombie, yes, I love you so and from my side I hope you're never ever go.
Z: Oh hey Unicorn, I like you fine, I use your horn to help access brains all the time.
U: Yes, while we may seem quite different we do make a pretty good team!
Z: You like rainbows- I like the dark...
U: my favorite sea creature is a dolphin, yours is a shark
Z: etc. etc. ect.
U: I resent you shortening our love song into abbreviations.
Z: That's really too bad, and what you think is love... well, I love you for your brains... a dellicasy.
U: I think it's time for us to end, but may I ask- how could you eat your friend?
Z: Well, you get what you can when you're undead. *NOMS ON SOME UNICORN*

NOW THEN-  for the theme. books. I really, really like them... I own over 200. I'm a major philosophy fan... yes. I'm sick and tired, so I'm going to suggest a book and chat with you laterz and such. THE DOORS OF PERCEPTION- it's really good.

What I'm Reading: Infinite Jest
What I'm listening to: In Bloom
What I'm Watching: http://www.esoterictube.com/dmt-the-spirit-molecule.html (something you'll also get from the doors of perception. hallucinogenics, while I've never done them and don't think you should 'cause of, well, the obvious, sound SO COOL)
Quote: "From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs."
Karl Marx

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Tenley the Moose

Hey girls, it's Tuesday. First things first, my punishment for not blogging last week. You guys decided to have me dress up like a moose and then make my best moose sound. I can't say that my costume or my moose sounds are at all accurate... but they are definitely embarrassing. So without further ado, I present "Tenley the Moose":

Moving on, this week is BOOK WEEK! My favorite topic. Currently I've been reading "The Last Little Blue Envelope" by Maureen Johnson because I won an advanced reading copy last year through Accio Books and let me tell you, it's amazing! I'm not totally finished yet, because I had to stop and write this blog, but I'm about three quarters of the way through and loving every second of it. Specifically, I'm loving every second of the new character Oliver (crushes on fictional characters FTW!). 

I also went to the library recently and checked out "The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Gothgirl" and "Kind Dork". I haven't started either of them yet but they both sound awesome and I'll be sure to keep you posted.

Last weekend I explored a local used bookstore for the first time. I know what your thinking, "if it's local, why haven't you explored it before?" Well, it is local, but its on the other side of town and I don't go down to that area much. But I'm glad I did because its unbelievably awesome. I got several books including a copy of "The Great Gatsby" for 4.99. I've read the book already, twice actually. Once in my Junior year of high school and once on my own shortly after my senior year, but I've never owned the book. Now however, I own it and I can highlight like crazy and it will be wonderful.

Books that haven't come out yet but that I'm excited for, include: Maureen Johnson new series coming out later this year, I think in the fall and Tina Fey's book of short comical essays. Seriously, Tina Fey is probably the only actress/actor who could write a book that I'd actually buy.

Finally, I think I'll leave you with my top ten favorite books. This was incredibly hard because I love so many books, but this is what I came up with.

1. "WinterGirls" by Laurie Halse Anderson
2. "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger
3. "I am the Universe" by Barbara Corcoran
4. "Speak" by Laurie Halse Anderson (I really like Laurie Halse Anderson)
5. "Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix" by J.K. Rowling
6.  "Stargirl" by Jerry Spinelli
7. "Boy Meets Boy" by David Levithan
8. "Before I Fall" by Lauren Oliver
9. "Will Grayson, Will Grayson" by John Green and David Levithan
10. "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Yeah... I think that's accurate. Although, already I'm thinking of books that I left out. But that will do for purposes of this blog. Emily, I'll read you tomorrow.

Currently reading: "The last little blue envelope"
Currently listening to: My brother watching something on t.v. in the other room. 

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Sarah doesn't live in Canberra (even if it rhymes nicely)

Hey girls, it's Saturday
and because the theme I want to obey,
this post will be in rhymes only,
so you others who rhymed too don't feel lonely.
I am pretty bad at this,
so please don't dismiss
my true-hearted effort to rhyme
especially for you this time.

University started this week
and I already had my motivation peak,
only three lectures I was attending
and already my participation is pending,
I'm just to spoiled by vacation
and travelling to different nations.
At least I get to see my friends
and use my contact lens.
This doesn't make much sense,
but to my defence,
rhyme generator suggested this,
and before I reminice
I should end this bliss.

What else can we discuss this week,
maybe the capital of Mosambique?
Rhyme generators are really fun,
almost like hot dod buns.
Okay, I really have to admit,
it's a rhyming crime I commit,
so I will end this post
which sucks the most,
and say without sorrow:
Katie, I'll read you tomorrow!

Thursday, March 3, 2011


Am I the only one in the world who only thinks of rappers when it comes to rhymes?
They make so much money for it, I would assume that only they are the only ones to make the time.
Perhaps I am biased,
but I feel the highest
when I start to dish these shit rhymes.
I'm sure to the rest of you it seems like I'm committing endless crimes.

I'm supposed to be studying for my algebra final right about now
I will not fail tomorrow, I make a vow.

I have been repeatedly breaking out in to song all day
Everyone else hates it but it gets me feeling rather gay.

I'm not sure the minimum of how short this is allowed to be
if this was it I'd be pretty happy.

It is taking all of my power not to log on to tumblr
the only rhyme for that on rhymezone is humbler;
humble is something that narcissistic people like me don't usually feel.
I wouldn't feel humble if I were the one to invent the wheel.

I'm not really in to this at the moment
now my mom is home and if she comes up here I doubt I'll be able to cogent
that my reasons for writing this while I should be studying for my test are good.
If I get a bad grade she'll kick me out and I'll have to live in a hood.

How much does 10% impact your grade by the way?
A wharf usually built parallel to the shoreline is referred to as a quay.

I hope that you liked it.

She was back to the beginning.

Her heart had been cut still beating from her chest and laid on a gold platter before him - a reaction so totally foreign to her - and yet it still wasn't enough. She had cried and bled until her body had felt drained, but in the end, it didn't change things. The one person who had always been most precious to her, the one she had entrusted with the real her, didn't want her anymore.
It was a lazy autumn day, the kind made for sweaters and bonfires. Instead, she had walked out of her house with nothing more than a tank top, shorts, and sandals, still dressed for those warm summery hours of romance. She had tried to fool her brain into thinking everything was fine, but deep down in the pit of her soul, there was a burning coldness that was growing. It wrenched her gut and made her dizzy, but she pushed forward with what determination remained; she would reach the docks, come hell or high water.

Wind-battered legs tired and nearly crumbled beneath her, but she bit her lip and rolled her shoulders like she was taking punches. Just go with the flow, and the rest would take care of itself.
Life wasn't supposed to be this way, was it? While classmates were busy plotting their college courses and wedding dates, she was researching effective and cheap endings. Why be bothersome, after all. Her dad would be proud.

College wasn't for her, anyway. It was better to remain a free spirit than to become another one of the mindless sheep. If she showed someone the written word, they would go about trying to change her, and it was far too late. She wasn't sure she could be changed...or wanted to be changed. They had already tried medicine, but Bob had called it all bullshit and had refused to pay for it, and taking it turned her into an empty shell of her former self, in any case. She wanted to go out feeling normal, not like some drooling zombie.

What was the point? Life wasn't getting any better. There were no more friends or family. Phoebe spent her days and nights with Gerald and had been doing so since sophomore year. Bob rarely came home from running his empire, and when he did make the occasional appearance, it was to reprimand her for her girlish emotional bullshit eating into his money. Miriam had her AA meetings, yoga, jogging, and whatever new hobby she started that week to keep her from returning to the bottle. Even Olga didn't grace anyone with her presence now that she was in NYC.
And Arnold had Lila...

It was all too painful to deal with. Her body was numb as she threw her locket out into the murky waters. She had always wanted his happiness, but she was kidding herself if she hadn't wanted him to find it with her. If he couldn't, what was the point in pretending? That's what this whole existence had been, and she was tired...so very tired. She couldn't put on the mask anymore and act like nothing bothered her. Her strength had all been a ruse, and with that cast aside, there was nothing left except the same lonely, unloved little girl she had been years ago before the game.
She saw him everywhere and in everything. Her eyes would close to save her from the images, but then she'd see him behind the lids. Her ears would hear his voice, calling out lovingly. He wasn't dead, yet he was haunting her.

It hurt to breathe the same air as him, knowing he was inhaling it too.
She had nothing now, not even her writing to save her. One lousy poem was making its way to his grandparents' mailbox.

this aching this pain
driving me insane
eating me away inside
leaving me no place to hide
this feeling won't go away
it just grows stronger every day
i know what i need to do
but i can't stop loving you
i'll have to rid myself of the wicked part
i'll have to cut out my crying heart
burn it burn it burn it oh baby can't you see
i'm putting myself out of my own misery

She knew he'd blame himself, but it wasn't his fault. She couldn't even blame Lila although she wanted to, desperately. She just wanted it to be someone else than her, but it wasn't. It was her own fault for ever thinking he could love her with her flaws. If her own family couldn't love her, then why would anyone else?

She could hear his voice in her head, telling her that people care, and she wanted to smile, to believe his words, but she couldn't. His constant optimism shielded him from the bitter reality of life. If he truly cared, he would have seen the amount of love she had buried within her, just yearning to be shown. Not that it mattered anyway. What was her love worth if someone prettier and more needing could offer him the same thing?

Her feet slipped into the waves, and her legs carried the rest of her. The coldness that had spread throughout her veins mixed with the frigid water, and it didn't feel bad...not bad at all. It was like returning to the icy womb that had created her.

It was an inviting sleep from which she would never have to wake up. Where she could have her dreams to keep her company. Where nothing or no one would ever touch her again. Just a blissful peace.


Listening to: the sounds of failure bubbling up inside