Saturday, October 10, 2009

Week Summary

Tuesday Boozeday: very fun, I am in favor.
Wednesday late-night hockey: not in favor. Phillies winning, I love.
Thrusday Phillies: Fucking suck.
Friday: another boozeday, boys soccer, pretty fun
Sat: SAT. hmmmm skipped. I should be there right now, but felt like sleeping in.
need to: write college essays. now.

and im hungry, I think I will go eat.

Congratulation blog, we made classifieds. Posted: "Blond Blogger gets three new followers". Thats us.

Friday, October 2, 2009

rules of life

I'm not going to claim any of these as my own, they aren't. But read them, they are great.

1. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

2. More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

3. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

4. I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?

5. Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

6. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

7. The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.

8. Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

9. There is a great need for sarcasm font.

10. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.

11. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

12. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

13. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

14. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

15. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

16. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it

17. Was learning cursive really necessary?

18. Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

19. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger

20. Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

21. My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us."

22. Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

23. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

24. Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

25. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

26. While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

27. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

28. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

29. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

30. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

31. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

32. Bad decisions make good stories

33. Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!

34. Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?

35. If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

36. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem...

37. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

38. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

39. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

40. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to

41. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

42. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

43. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

44. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

45. When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

46. I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

47. Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

48. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

49. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

50. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

51. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

52. I think that if, years down the road when I'm trying to have a kid, I find out that I'm sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.

53. Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

54. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...

55. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that.

56. It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

57. I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

58. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

59. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

60. The other night I ordered takeout and when I looked in the bag I saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Summer 09, out with a bang

beer before liquor, never been sicker. It is a saying we all know, but one which I rarely follow. For some reason, I thought myself above the rule when I started out last night.

Recipe for the most flags of my life in one night:
beers: 3
Jungle Juice: 2
Propel and vodka: 2
Jungle juice: 1

#3: Oh hey.
me: Oh boy.
#3: Oh yes.
me: Oh noooooo.

watch out for me next time people, and I won't have to blog about myself.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

enough

ive had enough of this blogging nonsense. i officially hand this shit over to betsy seeing as its hers anyway really shes the only one writing. before i go let me just explain that ive been having the absolute worst week anyone could have. a few high lights:
300 $ parking ticket
lost drivers lisence
broken toilet/ sewage clean up
vodka under brother #1's bed
cigarettes under brother #2's bed
rat at work
fire at work

basically, shit sucks. guess its time to go back to school.
adios, readers, enjoy setsys blog.

Monday, August 31, 2009

current events

Rumored flashback: two times on the ferris wheel??
Seniors spotted returning to GFS halls early... hmmmm.....
aviator hunter finds, instead, an ex-gfs pal
drunk texts from blink182 get embarrassing... how is that possible?
beloved seniors 09 take a hike... some near, some far, others to the tattoo parlor
lost dog... found in a bad-er-way than usual
movie mates, or more? bubbles and bb's neighbor spotted taking woodstock
should not start her own cleaning business: coolpants
... and the grounded party grows to 3. feel free to join, we get cooler every day

sound of the moment: the return of mika.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk9ktJAlqZs

thing to get: gmail

thing not to do: read Empire of Wealth

Hot Spots: If you are looking to get a jump start on your awkward encounters with schoolmates you know but wouldn't say hi to if you ever ran into them.... go to staples! Guarenteed to run into at least 2 people from your school while going back to school shopping. If you are then inclined to head up the hill to Bredenbecks, you will run into a few more there. But really it's only the good people that go there so it's always fun. I should know, I practically live there. It's one of my pre-approved outings. Another one, going to another grounded friends house to hang out for the night.

and when you get bored of all that, do as I do, and facebook stalk a little more

over and out,
the bubbly blond

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Out and about

house arrest week one: lame. I hate this shit. I can do anything I want in the house, but I can't leave. It's the worst ever. What I should have done with my time: Summer reading, ACT work, college things. What I did: Tan, shop, watch TV, went pro at guitar hero, and very little of all that other stuff. Great start to my senior fall.

because of my lack of life, I live vicariously through others. If you have a good time, I am happy hearing about it. Almost like I was there.......

One night we all went out to pull some pranks before a party. We were throwing water balloons at the local elementary schoolers of Ridgewood, NJ who were playing in the park when we heard someone scream at us. We looked around and saw a group of guys approaching and screaming, "STOP, GET BACK HERE!", "I'LL KILL YOU" and "YOU ARE DEAD WHEN WE FINd YOU!!!" while wielding Bricks, sticks, and god knows what else, I certainly didn't want to find out. I turned and ran. My dress flapped around and I probably flashed them, I didn't care. I ran, barefoot, for my life. We tried to run to the car and they threw the brick, shattering a window and cracking the windshield. The were right there and I had no time, I turned down the street and ran not thinking about my phone, wallet or shoes still in the car. I had nothing, and I ran on. Two of my friends made it to the car and took off, my other friend and I ran for cover of some huge bushes outside of the housed around us. We were scared to death as we watched the guys running past us. Luckily my friend had her phone and called her mom. When she got off the phone, she said "I'm so sorry but I can't take you home. My mom is coming for me soon. Ill call them and tell them where you are so they can get you." THANKS BITCH. I watched her car take off a minute later and I was alone. The next car around the corner was driving slowly, was it my friends?!! I wondered hopefully. No. It was the gang of guys flashing their lights into the bushes as they drove looking for us. They knew we hadn't left the block. They were going to find me if I didn't move. I couldn't take the street, they would see me, so I ran through back yards, over fences, tripping and crying I ran. I got to the train tracks and I knew I was a mile from my friend Rachels house. I would go there and call my mom, there was no way she could be mad at me for this. I sprinted. It was the fastest and hardest I have ever run in my life, pure adrenaline fueled me. If that mile was timed, it would have been an olympic qualifying time. I got to her street, saw her house and knew I was safe. I had made it.

this actually happened two nights ago to my friend Noodle, luckily she lived to tell me about it so I can tell the story like I was there. While this was happening to her and she was freaking out with her friends and talking to the cops, my friend lauren and I were taking bets on what she did to be dealing with the cops which was all we knew was going on. She thought DUI, I thought she got busted with something illegal. We were disappointed to find out she was just the victim. Conclusion: Ridgewood is sketchy as shit. Tell me your stories, If they are this good, I will make them mine.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

"Yes, I googled"

When I googled "I'm Bored", the search turned up some weird shit. Apparently if you are wandering aimlessly around the web, the place to go is http://www.zeebi.com/ .

Next I googled how to become a Princess. But before I could type "princess" it came up with the top words after "how to become a _____". Number one search result: How to become a vampire. Really? come on people vampires are not real. If they were, why the hell would you want to be one? Next top results were model, pharmacist, personal trainer, police officer, teacher, anorexic. The last one bothers me but the others seem normal.

If you take off a word of this search and type "How to _____" The top result is how to tie a tie. I feel like people should know how to do this, its a piece of clothing. Next top results are How to... kiss, get pregnant, lose weight, make a website, write a resume, draw, do a rubix cube. I mean really, i feel like some of these things do not need to be googled. Even if you just need to be sure that you got pregnant the way you think you did.

But after looking at all these search results I decided to go back to my original search and try to further my life long quest to become a princess....
  1. ... Then I though is this legit and do i want to work that hard? Nope. I also don't think I would have much of a following. I just want a dress. Maybe I will be a princess for disney world.

    Then I googled What just to see what would come up. One of the top things people want to know is what does your name mean? Well, i do. But I don't get it and I am not pleased. Apparently God is my consecration. not true. conclusion: i have a stupid name.



Tuesday, August 25, 2009

So I hear this blog sucks...

blogging is not easy. make a blog and try and keep it constantly updated, you will see what i mean. It is summer, and I have been busy.... nat. I should be out doing something with my life, getting a job, working, but i'm grounded. It's a problem.

some summer gossip:
visiting friend meets a double and comes up short
Senior spanish speaker throws karaoke party
new fire found by a white fox
out and about and back from the mountains
camp partier finds relationship in poconos (I approve)
forbidden friend stays in touch and makes new friends
bubbles (not to be confused with the bubbly blond) wants a switcheroo with bubbly blond
seniors get awesomer
senior boys plagued by green fiend
big hello greets senior J
Blue shirt visits coolpants' stop on the metro
BAD
over achievers start college essays
Good
Tanning
BAD
fake tanning in the summer, what's the point?
Good
making fun of fake beach go-ers
Bad
Not finishing summer reading
Good
Being half way there
Bad
School in two weeks

Needed: less heat or less clothing. or both.

There is a show about cougars... I am watching it.

cougar: female sexual predator of younger people
cougared: prey of older women
question to ponder: is it possible to be cougared by a male or is it molestation? just wondering.

So I come home one day and find out that my family got a cat and named it after me: Bootsy. Now I don't know how to take this, am I embarrassed? Should I feel like my parents are trying to replace me already? I don't like something else with my name thats for sure. I feel used.

That's all for now
<3 setsy the senior


Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Friday, June 5, 2009

awake

life sucks and anyone who says it doesnt is wrong and naive.

dont expect anything because youll only be dissapointed. even if u think ur satisfied at first, getting what u want is like the worst drug known to man. you just keep expecting and expecting and no one will ever live up to what u want, so dont let it get that far and just drop all expectations.

only doing things that make u happy ruin what it is about that thing that makes u happy. thats to say, u have to do the painful shit to, or everything will be mediocre.

the best thing u can do for yourself is have a few good friends.

and remember, your haters are your biggest fans.

just for clarification

betsy officially pwned my blogging account. her tool picture, her tool about me, her tool posts, her tool everything.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Setsy: i'm a horrible person

today was my grandfathers funeral. I almost bit my tongue off trying not to cry and was successful in quelling the tears. Tonight, I was sitting at home watching Harry Potter weekend on ABC family and realized something which made me feel like a horrible person... I have cried more for harry potter, an imaginary person reading and watching his struggles in the wizarding world as he faced Voldemort and when his friends and family have died, than when members of my own family have died. Pets included, one of which also died last week coincidentally. weird. I wish i was part of the wizarding world, my dream in life is to go to Hogwarts and be in Gryffindor. I guess the closest I will ever get is the amusement park opening in florida. I will be there at the opening. 

Setsy on facebook, the new myspace -- trashier every day.

Heres why i have beef. I don’t usually have beef, but I do with adults with facebook. They have no excuse. It’s not exactly like they created it when they were in highschool, kept using it in college and all the  time up until they were 50-60. They just started getting them now, why? Was having a twitter account not enough? I mean I let you have that, I told you to stay away from facebook, did you listen? NOPE. And really, lets stop being an asshole. Its not fair when I ask you to do something simple, a courtesy you would otherwise do when I added please like getting the milk out, but you say no because I won’t friend you on facebook. When I am in college, I will. I have told you this, it will help us stay in touch, I understand, but when you are still living in the house with me, there is no need. Middle schoolers too, get the fuck off, stop lying, we know you are not in high school. Watch out ill report you to facebook. 8th graders,  worldwide, You are skanks and bros, I cant wait. watch your backs.


 ps. dumb: 


ow. 

Thursday, May 21, 2009

cold tofurkey

the REALLY?!?! list:

you found out my password with some geek equipment and made me have to change it. REALLY?!?!

you give me a bad grade because i hate you. REALLY?!?!

you make me walk ten blocks in 80 degree weather, carrying my backpack while wearing uncomfortable flats. REALLY?!?!

you are a bipolar friend who is nice one day and a cock the next. REALLY?!?!

you have class on wednesday. REALLY?!?!

you hop a fence and cut your neck on it and you don't have health insurance. REALLY?!?!

you tell people that other people want to hook up with you because you are a mother fucking fake tanned tool who thinks they're hot shit but really everyone hates you because you are so annoying and not cool and you need to stop wearing tank tops to school. no one cares about your arms. REALLY???????!?!?!?

Setsy update

so, i have started this blog without an idea of what this will be about. I am watching gilmore girls right now, facebook stalking, not doing homework, the works. Emailing people.... nah just kidding. I really don't like the fact that hockey has started for me again already. I am leaving for practice in north jersey in an hour. efmylife. 

i just have a question for the world: why is it such a crime for me to be friends with a teacher, but IMing a teacher isn't. Explain. 

Lacrosse is over, it is depressing. I do not know what to do with my time after school, obviously this. 

"Don't trust anyone" 

most entertaining site of the day: http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/

best quote from site today: (816): About to do something stupid. You'll be my call. Bring bail money.

Yeah yeah yeah, story of life. Yesterday I pitched in softball, you had to be there. I rocked it, hitting 2 people, walking about 25, with 2 strike outs. god knows how i got the strike outs, or why i was pitching, or why i was playing softball. Lax is already champs, we know it, we don't need to prove shit. 

what if i told you i was pregnant? this news should make for a more interesting blog. I am... not actually, just looking for responses. 

can't wait two more weeks. School needs to end. as does this post, over and out. 


Monday, May 18, 2009

things

things i have:
- time after school
- a runny nose
- a five page paper to write before 7 o clock

things i do not have:
- patience
- dinner, yet. thanks mom.
- a five page paper written

things i wish i had:
- a brain
- more friends/ better ones who arent crazy 89 % of the time.
- lacrosse practice. but only the kind where i sit with my team and dont actually play any lacrosse.

things i hate:
- my 8th period monday free. fuck you, you know who you are.
- teachers who read and dont respond. this never ceases to bother me. I CAN CHECK HISTORY YOU FOOL.
- fucking facebook

things that are stupid:
- english (pirate)
- cold may weather. whadafuxup god?
- burglars burglarizing on my street.

things i wish i had part 2:
- the car
- a book to read
- incentive to do well

things that scare me:
- almost every concept proposed by Watchmen
- bananas (nope).
- kids with guns

things i love:
- my bed
- my dog
- food, when provided by a parental unit. or by cin cin.

things that are dumb (different from things that are stupid):
- people
- teachers
- people

Thursday, May 14, 2009

moderately cold tofurkey: views on marriage

something old:
prom
SATs
the bulletin board, spring '08
the black bench

something new:
june 8, 2009 - weeds, season 5
july 12, 2009 - entourage, season 6
fall 2009 - californication, season 3
the future - skins, book and movie

something borrowed:
money
gray sweaters
prom dress
facebook passwords

something blue:
bruises on arms of lax star
balls
away sports uniforms
mopey people

see everyone saturday at the lax game. i'll be the one sitting angrily, selling you snacks.

also, thank you, i-chat, for letting me know that my dad is listening to Boyz by M.I.A right now.

Monday, May 11, 2009

dont u hate when...

people only ask you about what your doing this summer so they can talk about how amazing what they are doing is and how excited they are for it?
the teacher asks you to read every single passage in class when your sick and didnt go to school and clearly in the middle of four different text message conversations?
people who you barely know ask you if your feeling ok but those who are supposed to be your friends dont even notice u were absent?
people never listen to you when you REALLY REALLY want them to listen to you and only listen to you when you say embarrasing things or sing the wrong words to a song?
your computer sucks and crashes ever four seconds and your phone wont update and you charger breaks?
someone sends you an honesty box message and u reply just saying "i wont get mad just tell me who are you" and they just DONT respond. how rude.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Setsy: story of my normal life

weird parent + weird parent = normal child. how? you may ask, well the genetics of it is simple, apparently i got my parents recessive normality genes. they appear like huge freaks and tools, but, hidden under there was coolness. lucky me.... anyways, weird half of father is usually more prevalent. for example... 

i coach the little people thursday nights in lacrosse at school right? well my dad picks me up on his way out of town at school because i dont drive thursdays. Well I put my stuff in the back, get in the front, and first words out of my fathers mouth (he is smiling like crazy all goofy like) and 

he goes: so why cant i find you on facebook? 
me: my facebook is private and I have to friend you dad, why? 
Dad: BECAUSE I GOT ONE AND I WANT TO BE FRIENDS!!!!! 
me: silence. he is completely serious too, I said, dad, you have got to be kidding me. 
Goofy: nope! i already friended uncle jon (brother) aunt jen, aunt susan... do you think mommy would get mad if i friended my college girlfriend who she really doesnt like? 
me: obviously. 
dad: okay thats what i thought....

car goes quiet. 

have your parents ever surprised you with news like this ever? mine do it on the daily. 

Reinstated Tofurkey

rain is really great. not. thank you, rain, for ruining my whole schedule of next week. 

what is not ruined, however, is my weekend. the most important thing is that corrupted setsy will be out and about. i'd like to take a minute to clarify our relationship to everyone: setsy and i are in love. we talk about boys, school faculty, and coolpantlucy. also, i like it when she sings the first line of "you". atmosphere will be great, but that is for another time.

sorry, community action, for hating on you. i'm a hater. i know it. but now i'm a lover. i've changed my ways due to a bit of good news and a 75 page email about 525 dollars.

i now vow to look on the brighter side of life until the end of the year. junior spring can s a d, but now that the tough part is over, i don't even care. good luck, 2011. 

the only good thing about the prueba manana is that we don't have dos pruebas manana. also, the senior in my class can go eff theirself because they do not have to take the final. but that's okay, seeing as i will soon be a senior. too bad i caught a bad case of senioritis early. 

i'd share some goss, but i think someone meaner has got that covered. 

oh but one real quick thing:
noticed by staff: demonstration of reproductive system in back of class. cool it, miss 100, or you might get in trouble for touching too much.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

ha ha ha


and now it is done.

proms over. what do we do with ourselves now? if you want to know all "the gossip" please go ask someone else. i cant talk about it anymore. honestly tho who cares? now that its over, my life is shit because I have nothing to look forward to, except summer. which much too far away to be "looking forward to".

i would take this time to rant about my math teacher but i simply dont have the energy.
or i could use this time to proclaim my happiness about our FSL season for lacroix, but that too requires too much energy.

it seems all i can do these days is mope. pout in class, sleep in assembly (sorry, im not a bad person for not watching that movie, we saw it freshman year and it was really moving then) and ignore people during my frees.

im in pain to. my feet and legs and knees and thighs are so bruised. id like to think this is all from one incident of me tripping over the tent cord at after-prom, but i think its from a few unrelated events.

today, a teammate of mine made me laugh. that brightened my day slightly. i also learned a secret which makes me slightly happier.

still contemplating suicide. but i swear im not taking the SATs again. two times a charm.

looking forward to:
- continuing to sit here and listen to loud music by means of my brothers (stolen) headphones
- my social experiment of the night: responding to IMs with only song lyrics or titles. how much do people actually read what u say?
-being a senior (still)
- summer i guess... not even going there
- team sleepover. suhweet.
- atmosphere. mmmm.
- dying and becoming beyonce in the next life.

word of the day: ugh.
yesterdays word of the day: ugh.
tomorrows word of the day: ugh.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

cold and bitter tofurkey

Dear Class of 2011,
It has come to my attention recently that I cannot sit where I would like to be seated because your butt takes up the space where my butt should be. I'd like to draw a quote from the holy book: "The Front Hall is the major public space in the Upper School. It is the reception area for visitors to the school, and houses the telephone switchboard. It is surrounded by administrative offices and it is a place of business. It is also a gathering place for students in grades 11 and 12." Class of 2011, just because students in grade 11 are allowed in the Front Hall does not mean you are. Please find a more suitable place to sit.

Also, for those of you about to attend Prom, this is not your Prom. 

Also, why is it that I can look at a lineup of the males in your grade and pick out only a few reasonably good looking ones? Was there some kind of toxin released in the air in mid-to-late 1992 that changed your genes? No other class has had such a large problem with issues like this one. Fix it. 

Lastly, if you resemble any kind of vegetable, string beans for example, note that you are lower down on the food chain than everyone else. It's not just in your appearance, but in your nature too.

Sincerely,
Mean and Cold Tofurkey

Monday, April 27, 2009

THE RULES

these are the rules to text message hang man. get it strait, you cheaters.

1) you need to actually know how to spell the word your doing and where the letters are in the word. if you fuck this up it is absolutely unacepptable and you should be tazered. twice.

2) you may NOT NOT NOT NOT ask for outside help. no showing anyone your little piece of paper that ur keeping track of the letters on. you may not ask anyone under any circumstances. ESPECIALLY not jq. if you do this you are a bad person and are henceforth dqed from any further texthangmanning.

3) the way you set it up is as follows, so as to avoid confusion in the future:
a) person who has the word states the number of letters in the word
b) person guessing guesses letters; if correct, person with the word states the number spot that the letter is in (for example 3 in the word happy would be P). if incorrect a simple "no" will suffice.

4) if you cheat or violate these rules i hate you and you suck and your name is probably j? or hotassturkey.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Tofurkey on Junior Spring

junior spring? more like all of my high school education added up, doubled and on speed. wtf, douche? why do you assume that your essay has priority over my fifteen page biology paper? speaking of which, i have no thesis, no research, and no interest about/in my subject. who the fuck cares about snakes?

also, who knew that community action could be such a good way to get gossip about the kids i don't talk to? well, it is. also it lets me miss an art class to go eat some food in the community, which is pretty legit. although it does mean spending time with laxing sophomore[(s), but really just singular].

on the bright side, it's supposed to be really nice out for the next three days. i wonder which girl will wear the least amount of clothing to school tomorrow. any bets?

also, i have a prom this weekend. fml. why did i think it would be fun to do two? who knows.

oh, and--
seen but not heard: a flame rekindled between a naked football player and a rumored A-Rod wannabe.

extinguished: year long fire with ten word text message.

fired up: genius about past with dummy. this smartie may have made her situation worse by striking a match under the orange butt of a junior girl.


sorry, anonymous gossip blogger (meanbuttrue.blogspot.com). i can't resist spreading the word to the masses.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

my math teacher is a fucking retard and i hate him

if the sin= 1/2 and the cos = route 3/2 and the sin= y/r and the cos=x/r and r is the radius then the radius should equal two. but we are using a ONE unit circle. someone please explain to me why every denominator for the points on the unit circle is 2, when the radius of a unit circle is one.

Monday, April 20, 2009

more truth. mbk.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RLFIITHdsI

suggestions?

take your suggestions for me facebook and shove them up ur cyber-ass. i do NOT want to be a fan of fucking "summer" or "icee's" NOR do i want to be friends with madeliene blood, just because we both went to gfs. GODDAMN IT.

fan?

added to the list of things that suck is the ability to become a "fan" on facebook.
it started with celebrities, like ok, your a fan of seth rogen or jessica simpson, fine thats fair.
being a fan of juice? a fan of watching tv? a fan of SLEEP? what. you cant be a fan of these things. these things are not fan worthy. if you are interested in or you like to do them then thats fine but its not like you are a FAN. i wish people would stop making fan pages for dumb shit. "hugs" can not check its facebook and see that you became a fan. what makes it worse is when OBSCENE amounts of my friends become a fan of something. really? twelve of my friends are now a fan of text messaging? REALLY? come on, friends.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Deep.... RED


I am radiating heat. I really need some AH action before prom because between yesterday and today, my lax lines have gotten SOOOOO bad. I am tomato red. I am radiating heat, jay query style. you would think that it would be nice to be tan, but its not tan and its not nice it BURNS. funny story though, one of the girls in my group at lax today was orange. actually orange. her spray tan was horrible and i have now ruled out that as a possibility for myself. the only option is a bed maybe everyday. AHAH. <-- clever. if you get it.

that is what i look like, actually because i have a lacrosse goggles tan too. its bad.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

room temperature turkey

to do:
read Da Vinci Code
find art history folder
get to school on time
catch up on Tudors
skip popular April holiday

shocked by:
lack of musical knowledge by Setsy “who’s Bob Marley?” Bachs
snitches
content of spanish book: “me agarró toda la panocha” (“he grabbed my whole pussy”)
holes in wall of math classroom

looking forward to:
SATs (not)
triple frees
my new fucking haircut
what DGP will wear tomorrow
Skins season 4, not that it comes out any time soon.

Monday, April 13, 2009

but things still suck

not being a senior
writing my own biology paper
never sleeping
deodorant that never works

on a lighter note

the nightmare before christmas
outkast
green
the life of pi
my prom dress
sixty three degrees and sunny
vampires

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Guest Blog: Cold Tofurkey*

is it just me or was today the Day of the Prom? i know for a fact that five juniors and one lucky sophomore color-and-design cutie left school with dates.

hungover from travel and passover wine, school was not bright today. it was made as dark as the most recent pre-calc retest when i realized that all of the good dates were going fast, and my friends were the ones who took them. after a long conversation (post seder [post manischewitz]) with a smoky senior boy, i lost all lust for prom.

a wise divorce support leader once told me that everyone who wants a prom date gets a prom date, so i trudged on like the little engine who could with these words resounding in my head. i was about to give up when three little birds told me to ask the boy from art class (who i've been pining over for a long time). a math class, a failed note, and a homework problem about prom later, i had a date.

with pre prom out of the way (and at a beautiful house, i may add), now all we have to think about is after prom. will i be with setsy and coolpantslucy? only the prom gods can decide that fate. lets hope for nice weather. bluebell, anyone?

seems like the clouds cleared for this ex-substance-loving, ex-prom-hating blogger.

be on the lookout for these dates:
junior girl with french connection and secret guitar god
not-so-secret guitar hero goddess and dominating basketball star

also, will the owner of the silver volvo ever reach martyrdom? or is that just setsy sabotage?



*i want my alias to be "Cold Tofurkey" in homage to me being a vegetarian who is quitting drugs.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

no one cares

no one cares about your status. if you want people to care, go twitter.
no one cares about how much you drank this weekend
no one cares about your pet cat or dog either
no one cares about the about me section so stop writing in it
no one wants to watch you talk on a video message for seven minutes without stopping. not even the person u left the video for.
no one cares about the compare people application so stop feeling good about your number three "person i'd rather be stuck in handcuffs with". thats not a compliment.
no one cares about an album with sixty of the same photos, you and your friends. different angle. different angle. add a person. different angle. make a funny face. different angle. SAVE IT.
no one cares about how high your jetman score is
no one wants to see your bong on facebook
no one wants to see one thousand pictures of you. take them down. immediately.
no one cares about your "notes" either. and dont u dare label those surverys in a note "everyone else was doing it so i just had to" or "really bored and this was kind of cool". cut that shit out. now.
no one cares if you were tagged as "the one with good style" or "the creative one".
no one cares about you so clean up your facebook

prom

something tells me this will be the first of many. im thinking of keeping a record of all the prama.

is everyone breaking up? or is everyone getting back together? is it wrong to not go with your significant other? what if they are a freshmen? (please refrain). outside of school dates? prom groups? after prom? million dollar question: is it wrong to hook up with someone other than your date? how do you know if your date wants u or if its just friends? can girls ask guys? (the answer is of course but no girl wants to, and boys, save ur breath on the spiel about why its not fair and just ask) seems like casual hook ups have been pretty successful recently so u might want to find a mate now just in case asking season comes and everyones already semi-coupled off. asking in a creative way? asking in a romantic way? not asking and just kind of agreeing? having that long prom conversation and then not having a clear, definite, yes or no at the end? let me just advise against the "prom?" text message.

who has decided on dates? this is what im most interested in... seeing whose going together... two days back to school and prom is in the air

Friday, April 3, 2009

ok skins

skins needs to be talked about right now. if you havent caught up all the way to the season finale of episode three then don't read this.



ok i warned you now im gonna talk about it.
WTF SKINS! this shit was so bad. the worst. no one died. no one cried even. except cook which is like wtf cook your a dousch (that word is STILL not spelled right ) bag. most exciting thing that happened: jj winning the granny race. this season is so bad, jj is becoming my favorite character. i mean we didnt even get to see freddie and effy have sex. we saw them alone in a room and then it cut the scene. i repeat, WTF. wheres pandora? wheres james? no sign of emily or katie or naomi either in the sesaon finale maybe they are off having a lesbian twin threesome. as much as emily is all pissed at naomi for like messing with her i kind of side with naomi like if i just discovered i was gay i woudlnt wanna be all out there showing it off at prom and shit, ESPECALLY since she just ended that affair with that teacher who slept with her mom (remember that??). oh i just remembered the other great thing about the finale: watching freddie jack off. that was hot, too bad jj had to ruin it and his slut sister. biggest dissapointment: no scenes from next season?! WHAT does that mean. i mean is there gonna be a whole new cast? because im not sure i can deal with that, skins. i JUST got used to this cast, and i mean BARELY used to them. HOW much do i miss jal tones chelle cas maxxie anwar (slumdog oscar-aire) and chris :,-( (wow check out that smiley face making.) the answer to that question, btw, is SO much. TOO much. what i woudlnt GIVE for a guest appearance on next season.

anyway. finale sucked. things i want to see happen next season:
1) katie die. or get rid of the lisp. mostly die tho.
2) emily and naomi finally get together and emily leaves her for some new ho.
3) freddie and effy like for REALS together SANS cook.
4) cook will most likely be the one to die actually. altho maybe seeing his dad hell be a better person now. maybe him and katie will hook up... hm...
5) pandora lose some fucking weight. or stop showing her in her underwear. seriously the james episode when she came out and was like "im ready for you to surf and turf me now" (sidenote surf and turf wtf? makes me wanna kill her) i was like whoa sister put it away. i hate her i hate pandora so much. shes so fucking annoying. i hated her in the two episodes she was in the second season and i hate her now.
6) now that i think about it, mostly about pandoras mom, cook is prolly gonna start bangin some moms. starting with effys i think, that horny just-divorceé, she would prolly fuck him. the adults have no morals on skins.
7) even if they killed someone off, i don't think i would feel as much or cry as hard as i did when we found out about chris. that wasnt really a number just something that happens.

.... so what do we do now? wait, skinslovers, we wait and we pray that we won't be dissapointed. the way things ended tho... seems like we might be. but thats just me.

say WHAT

this is jimmy brooks from degrassi, the cutey in the wheel chair...
.... and this is rapper "drake rogers"



WHAT. when did jimmy start rapping? when did he get from cute to hot? if you listen to his voice it sounds completely different but... its him. trust me on this one.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

MFW

or meeting for worship, as it is more commonly called. this is some deep shit. in more than one way. the most obvious depth comes in what the literal meaning of meeting for worship is: think about god and spirits and stuff. so thats deep to some people. not really to us tho (see list) . the more obvious deep shit is when u get into a lot of trouble in WHAT u do in meeting.

the most favored meeting activity is sleeping. look around in meeting and more than sixty percent of the population is KNOCKED out (including upper school principal and head of school). personally, I can't sleep in meeting. its so awkward to have people watch you sleep. that being said, i have done it and i will on occasion but im not one of the "come to meeting and be asleep in the first five minutes until woken by he handshake" people. i cant sleep because when i sleep my mouth falls open and its awkward for everyone and i just get paranoid about it. so what to do when u cant sleep? the answer is obvious: stare.

where to stare? that is the moral dilemma we are faced with every thursday at roughly 10:13. if you try to stare without being awkward, forget it. it wont happen. meeting is awkward (if your not asleep).

you can try looking strait ahead, but most likely there will be someone RIGHT in front of you (if you sit where i sit) or someone who thinks your staring at them. there is no way to communicate to that person that u are really just looking right in front of you and that u really arent staring at them so you just have to avoid looking right in front of you.

on the subject of avoiding people, there is always someone u have to avoid looking at at all costs. you gotta snipe them out at the beginning of meeting and know exactly where they are sitting so you will NOT by ANY accident or under ANY circumstance stare at them. (i.e. setsy and lyle koder)

but. another way of dealing with the awkwardness is having someone thats ur friend that u can just mutually look at and its acknowledged that its not weird. thats the best way to go. if you can.

worst case scenario is catching someone look at you. its awkard for both of you. you make eye contact and in your head u both go "SHIT" and turn away so fast, kind of in a way to make it look like you werent looking at each other, just scanning the people in meeting and you happen to cross eyes. but it isnt really like that and after your head rotates all the way you check back to see if they are still looking at you. and if they are, your fucked its awkward and u can only hope that they wont remember. but they do.

FACT: everyone alwasy remembers who they look at in meeting and especially who they get caught looking at.

also awkward: trying to follow a telepathic conversation between two people. its like in cartoons when they are watching tennis and your head just goes back and forth and its obvious and u just are gonna get caught and it will be awkward.

NOT AWKWARD: laughing, coughing, sneezing, farting (jason, this is awkward), stomach growls. all noise. you feel terribly embarrased to yourself, but in the grand scheme of meeting, these things happen and people accept them. or they are asleep and dont even notice.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Setsy: Deep Powder

So I am out skiing in Park City and it has been snowing here pretty constantly for a few days. Of course sooner or later I was bound to have an issue with the deep powder. It was hidden, I couldn't tell that it was as deep as it ended up being. To recount a quick event even quicker, I fell in deep. Fun stuff. Cold Stuff. Deep stuff. 

3:03

its a good idea ro plat in a marching band because then youll always have friends annd you are marching so you will neer be alone. plus they have clothes and its cool. once in tha marching band mayb take some siningin lessons and catch up on your mariah carey. skip class all the time. dont let the thing in the way of you and yours drams

Monday, March 23, 2009

this is me, coolpantslucy

here is a picture of me in case any of you were wondering what i looked like

setsy: The Deep

lobster, best thing from the deep. its not the little mermaid even though its close, lobster is best from the deeps along the coast of maine.

narnia

it amazes me how people can come up with such complex intricate fantasy worlds like narnia, hogwarts, middle earth, etc. imagination is now officially deemed important and deep.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

therapy

let me just put this one to bed right now: therapy is bullshit. its good to talk to someone about ur feelings if u have too many or something but actually paying someone to listen to you cry for an hour? umm get some friends... on the other end of that why pay for school and waste all that time in school doing something u can do now? unless your the kind of therapist that can perscribe pills in which case the odds are your going to be abusing those pills fairly soon. or selling them.

biggest bullshit form of therapy: couples therapy. if you and your significant other need to go to the point where you have to pay someone to tell you to break up.. you are suckers. this person is obviously taking u for a ride. put ur wallet away and start having sex again OR alternatively go your separate ways with a "its been nice". but dont u dare go to a couples therapist.

second biggest bullshit form of therapy: hypnotosis. if u want to be hypnotized youtube search "hypnosis videos" and i promise ull be out in a minute and a half. while ur on youtube search " kittens inspired by kittens"

sun burn

so ive had my fair share of sun burns over the years. in fact, it seems as if every time i go out into the sun i get burned, initially. i have had the full body, cant move or be touched anywhere or i might explode sunburn, where my whole body turned lobster red including my face- minus the circle around my eyes where i had my sunglasses on.. attractive. i have had the day late sunburn where u come inside and you look in the mirror and think "i have a fabulous tan" and then the next day your chest starts itching like crazy and u look down to see little white bumps that look like they could be from a biblical plague.

let me just take a second to describe the sunburn i have and how i got it. right now my stomach is burned, which is fine because that always evens outBUT after a day in the sun, i have red thighs. and not only do i have bright red thighs... but there are tiny spots of un-burned-ness on them. HOW did this happen you may ask? how is it that i have transformed into a confused cheetah with white spots and red skin? i will answer. my fucking dad. it was very windy on the beach today and he thought it would be funny to , instead of just handing me the sunscreen like i asked, stand down wind and spray TOWARDS me. in my GENERAL DIRECTION. letting the wind protect me. (side note the sunscreen isnt the white stuff u rub in its the sport stuff that just sprays on). im like no dad hand me the sunscreen so i can cover all my body here and not have awkward streaks of burned and white. "ha ha lucy its funny". fine dad your immmature and annoying i just wont fight with you on this one. you can imagine my suprise when i got up to go home and saw all the little spots where the sun screen sprayed through the wind had made contact with my body. great job dad. im a spotted wonder. this little dad piece is dedicated to maya.

another thing that is totally unacceptable (aside from behaving like a child at 46) is when people think that they are invisible in their cars. hello there are windows. everyone can see. if you want to pick ur nose all day then tint them shits up cause ur just causing a public disturbance.

heres a question for you followers: what is it about florida that makes it number one destination for old white people? they dont go to the beach, therers absolutely no shopping, all the food is take out/ generic bad food... wouldnt u want to spend your last days somewhere cool and chique like paris or hong kong?

Saturday, March 21, 2009