Tuesday, November 4, 2008

FUISEFRYAWE89NSIAN89W VW39B 783678N IEUDBU IEDYDFISADG76VAW9EVSDYBUAEHBCVYVFTRFYUVGUUUUUUUUURFYTCFTYRVUI!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, bitches! How's yu all doing?! Good? Good!
Now, look, I don't know if you've noticed but, well, I'm fucking psycho right now. And desperate. For attention. So, if you please, would please, kindly pretty please with a shitload of pleases and cherries on top LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEE?!!?
Thank you. Now. Replies to comments:

Twists of rain: Ehhehheh. No. '^^ Musically-speaking, I suck. Honestly, I can't even play drums right. If I could, I'd become the reincarnation of Jimi Hendrix and put all my ass-hole guitarist crushes to shame, but sadly I can't, so I just sorta root for them to fail from the side-lines. Yeah. I know. I'm pathetic. What else is new?

Stephy: You're lucky. I hate the stereo-typical guy musicians. I hate those pretty-boy guitarists in guyliner and girl pants. I'd go on a mass genocide to exterminate each and every one of them, but then there would be no one left to play all my favorite songs. Not to mention, I'd have no one to obsess over, and I get the feeling that would make me even more pathetic, if possible. You're lucky you can play though. :[ I wish I could. But I'm too lazy to learn now. And Stephy, of course Lavi's a freak of nature! HE FUCKING KNOWS EVERYTHING!!!! HE'S TOO DAMN PERFECT, IT'S SCARY!! And depressing. Really depressing. But, at least he's not a total ass-hole about it. At least he doesn't gloat.
Wait. YOU'RE going on vacation? I though Lavi was going on vacation to see you. o.0 Eh. You 2 have confusing flight patterns.

Okay. Now that that's done with...I HAVE NO BLOODY CLUE WHAT TO TALK ABOUT!!! My life is too pathetic to be interesting and blog-worthy. Sorry.
Anyway, I'm gonna go peruse the net now for something to post about. Let's see...

Hahahahaa. Man boobs. X3

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY DO I HAVE THE STRANGEST URGE TO MOLEST EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM?!!!?!!?!?!

0_o Is that a guy or a girl? AND WHY IS THEY SO MUCH SKINNIER THAN MEEEEEEEEE?!?!!?!?!

MORE MAN-BOOBS!!! XD Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

hahaahahaha. That guys hair is pointy.

Dragqueens=love
Alright. The following is a song by a Spanish pop-star named Belinda. I thought it was funny because, you know, my name is Belinda. So, here you go:

Annnnnnnnnnd that's I got.
Bye.
ily all
~Love, Belinda

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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Hi, hi.:D
I'm hyper today. WHEEEEEEEEE!
AWAY, LAUGHING ON MY FLYING PONY!! XD
We should be going to church soon. The eleven oh clock mass. I wonder if the childrens choir is going to be singing today.
I used to be in the childrens choir. But Ms. Patti, the music director for the parish, was constantly criticizing my singing and sort of ruined it for me, so I decided to stop. It kinda sucks though, because I really enjoyed singing and I kinda miss it. :[[[[
Not to mention, everyone in my family can sing really well, except me, so it's weird.
I suppose in that respect I'll always be cut off from the world of music, because I can't do a single thing musically, except scream really loudly.
I think that's part of the reason why I always end up hating the guys I like. Because they're usually musicians, and I always really envy them to some extent. After all, they are able to be active participants in a universe I've always admired but is completely unattainable to me. There really needs to be more female musicians in the world. Everyone thinks rock bands are exclusively for a bunch of emo boys in skinny jeans and guyliner and I'm sick of it. They need to be proven wrong. The world needs to be shown that we girls, who are often thought of in the rock world as being only good as "groupies," can rock everybody bit as hard as those tragic pretty boys can.
Besides, the whole emo scene is just another version of the boy band trend, only with guitars and scene hair instead of dance-moves and macho-teen fluff. It's really quite pathetic, actually.

~Love, Belinda
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Friday, October 31, 2008

I demand to know why nobody loves me enough to comment me anymore.
I mean, I know I'm pathetic and I never post anything worth reading, but that never stopped anybody before.Srly. Come on, people! Read my shit!
*sigh*
Whatever. I'm tired of being disappointed. Screw it.

Anyway, next order of business: Dan smiled right at me out of nowhere today. It was right as we were getting on the bus to go home in the afternoon, at the end of the school day, and the bus-driver, Ms. Patty, was giving everybody a lollipop for Halloween. When Dan got his, he smiled, said "I love you, Ms. Patty," then looked RIGHT. BLOODY. AT. ME! But he didn't do it as he was saying "I love you," he did it as he said "Ms. Patty."
So either (A) he was just good mood, (B) me and Ms. Patty are somehow interchangeable in his mind, or (C) he is madly in love with me and wants to have wild, hot, errotic seckz with me on Mars. Yeaaaaaaaaaaah.
Probably A. '^^
Although C does make a nice fantasy. But, alas, tis nie but wishful thinking. Ah well.
Can't have your cake and eat it too.

Hmmmm... Let's see, what else happened today? Oh yeah. I am once again being plagued by Ye Olde Writers Block Demon. Oh, cruel fate! Why must ye deprive me of the only way I can deal?
sorry about all the olde English, btw. I blame my English class. We watched a documentary on the origin of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde and now I can't stop talking like Robert Lewis Stevenson.

And, as long as I'm talking about books, well, I guess now would be a splendid time for some product placement. Therefore: Everybody, go and read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov(sp?) right now. I mean it. Best damn sensualist, Russian literature
you'll ever read.
Actually, it doesn't even have to be Lolita, just find something written by Vladimir Nabokov. I mean it.
If Shakespeare is my homeboy and Pete Wentz is my BFF, then Nabokov is my soulmate.
And to anybody who's already read his fabulous works and knows exactly what I mean: I will fucking love you til the end of time.
ily
~Love, Belinda
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Thursday, October 30, 2008

More Emo comments!
Well? Have you?
Anyway. Hey, guys. Sorry I've been gone so long. Computers been acting up and I've honestly been exhausted. School's working me to death these days. *deep breath*Srsly.
Nothing worth mentioning's happened so far. I miss Natalie and Aquia. :{
I'm sad.

And how have you guys been?
~Love, Belinda
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Monday, October 27, 2008

Well. Today was certainly interesting. I was a sarcastic, satire-filled bitch the entire time, and hardly anybody even noticed. On the contrary, people were actually nicer to me than usual. Hell, 2 guys even asked me out in the exact same hour and a half. One of them's supposedly evil though and the other is my friends ex-boyfriend, so I'm not sure how that's gonna work out. But in any case, it's certainly going to be an interesting week.
Yes, I can feel the head-aches already.
Of course, much if this is probably due to my brother's singing, but anyway...
I'm schleepy. '-___- And you know what that means: RANDOM POETRY!!!!!

The only thing worse than wasting food and words is wasting time.
And at this point, the only so-called poetry I have left is redundancy and honesty.
Because this place is nothing but noise, and I'm going deaf and mute just hearing his deafening whispers from across the room.
"Looking for love in all the wrong places"...?
No, I'm pretty sure I got the address right, I just showed up about 2 decades too early or too late.
So inscribe a few more "D"s and "Ann"s unto my paper, leave me to writhe in my denial and day-dreams, and we'll call it a day.
My therapist said to stop talking to myself,
But the voices and crucifixes in my head are all I have left.
She said to watch the signs, because it could change the entire problem.
But that still doesn't change the fact that we've got a problem and no solution.
He answered that today we were going to call it a scenario because "problem" just had such negative connotation.
But no matter how politically correct you say it,
whenever I try to solve it, it's still now going to be correct.

And on that note: I need motrin.
Good bye.
ily guys
~Love, Belinda
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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Ahhhhhh, man. Weekends over already. Such a shame. It was such a nice, relaxing break. *sigh* oyyyyyyy! I dun wanna go back to school yet!!!! >.<
Oh well. Won't be much longer till winter break at least.
ily honeymuffins.
{<3, BELINDA}
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Friday, October 24, 2008

Dannnnng.
What, is otaku dead?
Srsly. It's been 2 whole days since anybody's updated. Y'all are scaring me.
Hell, I'm kinda starting to wonder if anybody's gonna even bother to read this.
I took a copy of one of my poems that are gonna be published in the school newspaper, put That Guy's name on it, and put it in his mail-box today. Didn't write much on it, just asked him why he stopped wearing his band logo shirts. He's gotten very interesting over the Summer though, evidently. He actually cares about crap now.
Well, okay, most of it's just him making fun of PETA, but still: it's progress.
Matter of fact, here: While I'm whoring him, I might as well post some of his stuff, too, just because I can't go a single day without obsessing over something.

"Hey you bastards, Dan here, and there's an organization that really, really, REALLY pisses me off. They call themselves PeTA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals), and they spend their time wisely by boycotting all fur and leather on the shelf and not buying any products that are in any way related to animals or animal "testing. They believe in the following:

-Animals are not ours to eat

-Animals are not ours to wear

-Animals are not ours to conduct tests on

-Animals are not for our entertainment

-Animals are not ours to torture

"So, they believe in all of this crap, and I will say this; we shouldn't torture animals. Instead, we should shoot the pig in the head, make it quick and easy on the fat bastard, then slit its throat and have some good BBQ pork and bacon. They show advertisements of dispicable things, such as cows being slaughtered alive and chickens being beaten to death. (Almost) ALL OF THIS BULLCRAP HAPPENS IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES. So, instead of doing what I think is logical and trying to pass some kind of rule or something which would make live slaughters and beatings illegal, they just let it go. They let it go, but instead of punishing the evil bastards doing this crap to the animals, they think, "Hey, I just won't buy this stuff anymore. That'll hurt them!" So instead of having a mass cult which boycotts beaten animal products, I suggest that the PeTA PITA's go find these farmers in foreign lands, and either try to reason with them, or kill them because they are evil.

However, as far as what else PeTA says, they are bullshit. Pure, steamy, fresh, and somewhat corny bullshit. They think that we shouldn't conduct tests such as MEDICAL RESEARCH on animals. Oh really? That's kind of sad to think that, because over the past 20 or so years, Medical Research (ON ANIMALS) has found cures and vaccines for many diseases which have threatened mankind. Animal reseach has also been beneficial as far as replacing organs and limbs of the human body.
And besides, the animals they test on are rats. RATS. I mean, who gives a shit about rats? They stink, they smell, they destroy parts of homes as well as invade homes, and I've had my fair share of rats in my own home so I know this crap. What do rats do thats beneficial to us? NOTHING, EXCEPT FOR MEDICAL RESEARCH! But PeTA has a problem with that. They don't realise that when they're old and dying because they have a disease, they're going to need a cure. And that cure, more than likely, was or will be tested on animals, I mean rats. So, for the sake of my own life, I don't know about you, but I'll let a few rats die.

"Here's some shit: animals aren't ours to eat or wear. I don't even have to discuss this. We've eaten and worn animals throughout the history of the world, and A STEADY AND BALANCED PORTION OF ANIMAL MEAT is healthy for the human body. If you want to live on trail mix, granola bars, and oodles of noodles for the rest of your life, be my guest. I'm eating a BBQ pork sandwich while I'm tucked in my cozy fur coat this winter. BITE ME, that's some healthy untortured meat for ya.

And of course, animals are not ours for entertainment, but when you think about it, humans are animals and we entertain each other. There is nothing wrong with watching a tiger exercise in a big circus circle jumping through hoops of fire. And plus, we're not slaughtering the elephants on stage, so lay off. Don't buy your Barnum and Bailey tickets, I'm gonna go watch a elephant play with a yoga ball.

All of the above bullcrap is from my mind only. The five beliefs on how animals should be treated are exactly what PeTA believes, I just disagree with them mostly."

Yeaaaah. In other news: I had my mouth purposefully cut open today by orthodontists today, because I've got a tooth growing in at an angle in the roof of my mouth. Yes, I know, bizarre. But it's true.

And ya know what else? I feel like making a list. So I think I will.

THINGS THAT SHOULDN'T SHOCK ME BUT DO:

1.After all the times I've screwed up and proven time and time again that I am completely hopeless, God still loves me.

2.About half the words on my Spanish vocabulary list can be made from taking almost any word in the English language and adding an accent mark and an "o" or "a" on the end.

3.I think my life might just hate me 10 times more than I hate my life.

4. Margret Ann Zalenka, the nicest, smartest, sweetest girl on earth, isn't ashamed in the least to consider me her best friend. (I must've done something right.) Well, actually, that really SHOULD shock me so, I'm not sure if it counts but oh well.

5. EVERY. SINGLE. BLOODY. DAY. all year is exactly the same.

6. Dean's new girlfriend looks EXACTLY like me, only shorter and cuddlier. (And, that, my dears, is why I'm getting my hair dyed red this weekend. I swear, if I get mistaken for HER, one more time...!)

7. Myspace sucks.

8. This list manages to be both ungodly depressing and oddly addicting.

9. I really think I should stop now.

10. Too bad I can't...

11. I don't know. There's just something about broken lines and numbers that just make you want to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on, and... Oh, screw it.
Here's a video.

ily guys. <3
~Love, Belinda

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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

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Lavi: Awwww... *hugs* Thanks. ^^ You have no idea how happy hearing you say that makes me. And I'm not so sure I want you to. lol How mysterious of me! Anyway, it's okay, you guys can kidnap me any time. But no, I'm not so sure my parents would like it... :/ I does not know. My favorite cookie? I suppose it's a tie between chocolate chip and oreo. Then again, those snickdoodles are really good too... And they smell heavenly.
Oh, The Mentalist is this totally awesome TV drama I like to watch about this cynical, supposedly psychic detective who goes around solving crimes and cases. Tis pretty good.By the way, I refuse under any circumstance to miss you cross-dressing. TAKE PICTURES!!!!!

Cassie:Yeahh, I remember those quotes. "Are you single?" "Depends on how drunk I am." lol That was a classic. And in regards to the perfect person argument: Yeaaaaaaaah, you'd think so, wouldn't you? '-__- But that's okay. I'm really starting to get used to the celibacy. Really. I'm fine.

Moogle: Well, it's Britney Spears plan, so naturally there's nudity involved. Really? I always thought you were more of a Hatsuharu whore, for some reason. *shrugs* Yeah, I kinda miss the comedy of the earlier Fruits Basket volumes. Like all the yaoi-ness of Aaya and Shigure. Ahhhhh, yeah, gotta love the Mubadachi trio. "I almost had a psychic girlfriend once, but she left me before we met."-Shigure

Stephie: Um.... Thank you? lol XD Yeah, I'm not too fond of butterflies either, to tell you the truth. Once you get past the wings, they're actually quite hideous. And, no, it's cool, I love comment spam. I read every single last one you guys left me, because I have no life. I WANNA SEE LAVI AS A DOLL, TOO DAMMIT!!! >_< (btw, like I said: You guys can kidnap me any time. Just don't be surprised if my parents aren't too thrilled.) loves yew 2. ^^ *hugs*

Hahaha...
Hearts. And bunnies. And unicorns. And hearts.
No,really: I'm not drunk. I just feel great. Which is ironic, because I stayed home from school today. Twas too sick. Not much to report other than that.
Oh. And some of my poetry may be published in my school's literary newspaper. ^^ Yay.
I get to share me emo-ness with the world!
Bad news is, there's probably going to be hella make-up work times infinity when I go back to school tomorrow. Arrrrrrrrgh.'''-__-
Oh well. I gotta go now. Thanks so much for the comments, guys.
ily all.
~Love, Belinda



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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Sebastian told me i was going to be alone for a very long time today.
My reaction? "*scoff* Well, I coulda told ya THAT!"*soundlessly breaks down in tears inside at undeniable truth in statement*

Yessssssssssss, it's going to be a very bipolar week. I can tell because I've been going from shining to shambles in a matter of minutes all day today, yesterday, and Sunday. *sigh* Man, I feel like one of those ex-wife stereotypes on TV: All fat and bitter and inactive and pathetic and unhealthy... '-__- Oy. I want to get a life. I really do. But every time I try, either I get emotionally bitch-slapped into unconsciousness or the one end up with brings me to tears. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't hate my life. I just hate theirs for being so much better than mine."

Yes, kiddies, I'm not suicidal. Just unbearably jealous. Tehe. ^^

However, I do have good news:

1. The Mentalist is on tonight at 9.

2. My awesometastical friend Megan has agreed to send me the new Veronicas CD, which is filled with techno rock yumminess, via e-mail.

3.Jesus still loves me. <333333333333333333333 times infinity, yo!

4. I have loads of new, semi-pristine, unread manga gathering dust in my room as we speak.

5.Your mom. :3

Annnnnnnnnd, that's about all the good news I got. I do have qoutes though. Of the mind-bogglingly random, ftw variety.

"Get naked. I got a plan."-Britney Spears.

"Dude! The hall-way smells like bacon!"-kids walking in the 3rd floor hall-way today.

"Hey! Turning random shiz into wine is only cool when Jesus does it!"-Unknown

"Everything I touch dies... Hey, Brent, can I have a hug?"-That One

"No, I do not want you to drop dead. I'm not that picky, I'd be perfectly satisfied if you died already laying down."-Love, when I asked it if it wanted me to just drop dead. (Because LOVE NEVER WANTED ME, BUT I TOOK IT ANYWAY!)

And that's all I got. ={ I'm still sad tho. *hugs you all* I gonna go get me some cookies. Mmmmmmm, comfort food.
ily guys
~Love, Me (Because I'm tired of being the only one who does.)
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Monday, October 20, 2008

Just another nice guy I'd never be caught dead with
I.
HATE.
MONDAYS.
Particularly this one. '-__-
Right about now, I just feel like crawling in bed and watching The Butterfly Effect until I can recite every single line, verbatim. Don't know why, but there's something very therapeutic about watching Ashton Kutcher time-travel 374261974 times or so in an attempt to keep his crush from being filmed by pedophiles. Not to mention, I just love the horror of it all. Tis my all-time favorite disaster movie.
And, yes, I do know The Butterfly Effect II is out now, but... I don't know, it just doesn't feel the same without Ashton. You just can't duplicate something as awesome as The Butterfly Effect.
So, anyway...Thanks to a very bad hackjob, er, hair-cut, That Guy now looks like a pedophile impersonating a 2-year-old. Tis quite funny, actually.
So, anyway... here's Sonny Moore, with a sample of my misery. Enjoy.

LYRICS:

Two roads split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am,
and who I want to be.

I wanted to be the breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far(seems far) from here.

Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
To me.

Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
back to me,
To me.

I can feel my mind
wandering again.
Into where I dont know,
and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving
faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene;
I need to break the routine.
(repeat)

Two roads...
Split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am
and who I want to...

Which part of me is left?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so.... FAR!!!

I love you all.
~Love, Belinda
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