today is my half birthday

Janet Fish is my art hero

How could you be so Dr. Evil?

Better than Kanye!

Laura-dooby-doo!

So I always thought that I guess Scooby Doo's name was
like the show's song:
"Scooby dooby doo".
Until my friend told me that its like adding:
"dooby doo" to your name.
It TOTALLY makes sense.
Really it does.
So, I really loved that show.
I still do. Except I do not know why.
Since, HELLO!
It was the same thing OVER and OVER and OVER again.
The gang meets some person, usually a farmer/doctor/scientist.
They tell them about a legend/scary story.
They don't believe it so they go and investigate.
They break off into two groups:
Shaggy, Velma and Scooby
Daphne and Fred.
Fred ALWAYS decides on this arrangement.
Like everybody else, I think it is because Daphne was kind of hot.
I mean, you know, she pulled off an all purple outfit kind of REALLY good.
All I have to say is try doing that without being laughed at.
Anyway, usually Shaggy and Scooby would met the monster first.
Usually on their way to find food.
They'd run.
Find the others.
Tell them.
Meet the monster again.
They'd run away.
Velma would find clues among the running.
Fred would plan something.
Scooby and Shaggy would be the guinea pigs.
Failed attempt.
Then, catch the monster for realz.
The gang would take the mask off.
Voila! Bad person's identity found out.
Sheriff would appear, Velma would explain why the bad person did it.
Usually, almost always for some type of money/treasure.
Then the bad guy/s would say, "I would have gotten away with it, if it weren't for you meddling kids".
Good people would thank the gang.
The gang would probably ask where Scooby was.
Scooby would be doing something funny.
The end.
Yet, I love watching the episodes.
I don't know why.
Inexplicable.
It's like when you dig a hole and you try to cover it with the same dirt you took out.
It NEVER is the same.
It's either too much dirt or too little.
Either way, I love the show.
SCOODY-DOOBY-DOO!
WHERE ARE YOU?!?

barff

lol so i read this: http://www.theonion.com/articles/everyone-still-remembers-time-you-threw-up-in-5th,17291/

and then realized its sadly true. i knew a person before i met them through a story i had heard about him throwing up in class.
thats horrible.

projecto runway mommy

Two thursdays ago i was doing hw while watching project runway and i heard this interesting exchange between Heidi Klum and Michael Kors, it went something like this:
HK: I'd wear that dress; I love short dresses
MK: Of course you would, you're Heidi Klum

so of course i look up to see the dress and its pretty short. like skanky short. and all i could think was damn, heidi is a mother. she was recently pregnant--as in at the beginning of the season-- but from watching the first couple of episodes you wouldnt have been able to tell. WHY?
beacuse must the producers of project runway insist on basically denying the fact that she was pregnant by either putting her in dark, billowy clothes to masque the bump or getting a shot of her from her boobs up. why?

it really bothers me; supermodel or not, she's a 36 year old mom and that's a fact. i don't care if she likes short dresses and wears them all the time. just next time she's pregnant, please show her whole body. no need to hide it.

Yes, yes we are

The best part-

"Little brothers, 'cause you're younger, we're related and you're boys"

burnt Beans and Cigarettes

(Note: I wrote this in haiku form; go me!)

I did not plan to
These were not my intentions
It was a mistake

She told me to watch
They would be cooked in fifteen
Attentive, yes, Mom

Never again, I thought
They will not burn again, no.
Inevitable.

Truth came before me
I had forgotten once more
Beans resonate woe

Contempt, despair, mess
Yet I look forward to it
Yes, to burning them

It sounds really bad
But seeing her mad is nice
As is the smell too

They are like that thing
The one that you should not like
Even so, you do

Cigarettes are beans
I cherish the scent of both--
For the memories

Forbidden fragrance
If she knew she’d be upset
It’s our secret now.

"My mom is a mechanical engineer"

"My mom is a mechanical engineer"
"Really?"
"That's cool!"
"Yeah, but when we were born she stopped to take care of us"
"That's nice!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she didn't work when we were little and now shes a teacher!
Out of all the things!
AND she earns nothing!"
"What a waste! All that math for nothing"
"Yeah...she might as well never have studied engineering!"
Conversations like that make me wonder.
Am I really that ridiculous for wanting to be like that girl's mother?
I want to be able to drop everything for my kids.
Be there for them.
Take care of them.
See them grow.
And make me laugh.
Because as everyone knows, "Kid's Say The Darndest Things".
I just don't get why people see that as a waste.
Her mom didn't waste anything.
She studied what she wanted.
She dropped her job when she wanted.
She got a job doing something else she liked.
In my head, she did all the things she wanted to do.
All the things that made her happy.
Now and before.
Yet, some people see that as a waste.
A waste of what?
All that information is still in her head.
It's not like it got erased.
I just don't get it.
It baffles my mind.
I really does.
A lot.
My greatest wish is to become a mother.
A mother and a wife.
God willing, of course.
People just don't seem to get that.
I wish they did.

lexicon check

I walked into my brother's room this afternoon to find the Scholastic Children's Dictionary I used to sift through in the second grade on his bed. I noticed the dictionary was open, naturally I look to see the what the words on the top of the page were (I've always found those words interesting).
This is what I see:
Page 270 Ingenious>Insane
Page 271 Insanitary>Insolent

So of course, I proceed to look at these definitions:

• in-gen-ious (in-jee-nee-uhss) adjective Inventive and original, as in an ingenious plan.

• in-sane (in-sayn) adjective 1. Mentally ill. 2. Very foolish. What an insane idea!

• in-san-i-tar-y (in-san-uh-ter-ee) adjective Dirty and unhealthy.

• in-so-lent (in-suh-luhnt) adjective Insulting and outspoken. Sometimes teenagers are insolent to adults.

And then I started laughing. The absurdity of these words being put on the same set of pages just got to me I guess. That, and the fact that these words seem to describe my life at the moment.

The Saharii Desert

I am at a loss here.
I have been so unimaginative.
So dried up.
Nothing is coming to me.
Nothing interesting to comment.
To say.
To write.
All I can think of is how tired I am.
How bored I am.
How done I am.
This post is becoming so hard.
The last one was just as hard.
Shouldn't it be getting easier?
Shouldn't there be some transformation?
Some metamorphosis?
I guess there are just dry spells.
For everyone.
I am going through one of these deserts.
And what a desert.
Long and very dry.
So dry.
It'll get better soon.
I know it will.
It always does.

It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing.

I have been listening to a lot of jazz lately.
I don't think I like it.
I did give it a shot.
I did.
Trust me.
It is just not my thing.
The songs don't have singers.
I need singers.
I need to feel a touch of humanity in the song.
I think.
Maybe.
That or I like memorizing the lyrics.
Which can be true also.
That is good I guess.
It is good because I can see the reason behind my thinking.
It is not random.
It is logical.
In my head.
Hopefully in yours too.

tartar sauce

i lost my glasses

i don't know how this happened

they're usually on my face

faaadsnfgjermngkmds

que sera will be

puppy love

i have a dog
her name is bela
we've never really had pets except for fish when i was 10 and a couple birds that same year
those pets didn't live very long
i guess we're just not long-term commitment people,
or at least we weren't back then

bela is beagle, i think
she's actually kinda cute
black and brown body with dalmation-like prints on the bottom of her legs and belly

she's adorable, actually
and it's ironic because i've always disliked dogs

i'm in fact quite scared of her
just a lil'bit
i don't like it when she sniff me or licks my toes
but i suppose it's her motion of endearment

God, please help me not become attached to this dog.

someone once told me to

I'm making a list of things that truly make me happy so that I never forget

At the moment it's a mental thing, but I'll transfer it to paper real soon