P.S.

Florence

I have come to terms with death.
I am no longer scared of it or scared of what I believe follows life.
I feel 'enlightened'.

My blee came over on tuesday and left thursday. ^.^
It was grand. We played Mariokart, SuperMarioBros., watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, talked about shit, blogged about shit, attempted video-bloggery on youtube with a guitar-hero microphone (but failed), saw Inception (and bly saw a boy<3), watched Fred, fed my dog a peach, watched my dogs hump, got Italian food, and cured my mom's four-day depression.

The theme-song to our rendezvous: The Chills by Peter Bjorn and John.

Our bittersweet symphony.

Zeitgeist

My, oh my, I haven't blogged in a month!
I don't like my blog very much.... I want to put my art on here, pictures of my life...
I want to put cool stuff (:
Cool stuff is always good, lawl.
I drew a picture of a cat in a giant arm chair with my best friend Bly's face. xD
Lolol, she asked me to !


I've concluded my beliefs, once again. I am STILL AGNOSTIC.
I really do not believe there is an almighty deity, a God.
But I really hope there is.

Hey, Hey, Hey, it's May, May, May!

My past days in a nutshell:
Ballet class numero Uno.
New F21 @ ze maalllll.
Finished my 'I Support, Motherf*cker!' picture.
Cut up some hareem pants.
Saw The Nightmare on Elm Street.

And now I must go... all will be clear when the sun rises, dear.

Le fabuleux destin d'Amelie Poulain

I like that movie.

Amelie Poulain is my idol.

I idolize an eccentric, fictional, French girl.







I WOULD, lol!

As a dog

I'm sickies! D:
I don't exactly know what I have... O.O
My chest aches as well as most of my body,
I, of course, have asthma, aaand I have a killer head ache and cold.
Holy mama! Lolol x)
WELL; school tomorrow, I think I'll go with my star wars shirt.
It's so comfy <3

We're all black sheep.

I'm sitting on my bed.
I just woke up.
I'm craving the arts.
That's not unusual...
Je regarde a l'ecran.
I'm hearing an obnoxious medley of white noise and other various electronical items...
Why is the white noise so LOUD right now??
I'm wondering about... boys.
I'm wondering who the next'll be.
I'm thinking about how that sounded like a 'next in line' type of thing.
It wasn't supposed to come out like that.
It did, though.
I'm feeling a little... flat.
No, I'm not talking about my 32A's... I'm talking about emotion.
I'm flat-lining. That's not good.
But I suppose it's better than arrythmias.
God knows emotional arrythmias are the psychological equivalent to Hell.
I think, "DOES God know that? I wonder what type of emotion he's feeling right now..."
And then I wonder if He has emotions at all...
because movies and books tend to portray Him as a gigantic pond-of-a-person, just oozing with tranquility and appathy.
Hm.
I wonder if God's even in existence...
It's doubtful.
Biology has made me Agnostic.
Biology has burnt the little frays of faith I had at all.
Biology has made me a nonbeliever.
And in some people's eyes... Biology has made me the Devil.


Oh, the irony.

Peach insense

Long hair is beautiful. Short hair is cute.
'Tis not often that a girl with a pixie is told her hair is 'beautiful'.
'Tis not often that a girl who mirrors Rapunzel is told her hair is 'cute'.
And now that I've chopped all my shiny, healthy hair off, I realize that I'd rather be told I'm beautiful than cute.
DAMN.
Lolol!

Running With Scissors

by Augusten Burroughs.
I have my book.
This shrine of a memoir... this... sacred scripture!
My reasoning for the extreme hyperboles?
I'm not allowed to read it >:)
And I FOUND A COPY :D:D
And plus, I love it.
But yes; I'm going on fifteen years on this planet and I'm not allowed to read about pedophiliac blow-jobs and perscription pill addictions. You know... I think my parents under-estimate my mentality. I'm not like other children. Other children haven't gone through or seen half the shit I have or understand the things I do. And I know the gist of the book already, so what's eating her?? I don't get it. I suppose I'm still an innocent child in her eyes. Even though I was sure I shattered that precious illusion when I confessed about my 18 yr. old boyfriend and having been addicted to inhalants already. (I know, I know, I don't want to hear it -.-) But I guess that Would tend to make me seem even more childish. I only got addicted because I was curious; that's immature. & it seems to others that I was with him only because he was 18; which is not true... but people think it is and deem it immature. Hm... so I guess her prolonged shielding isn't completely irrational. But I'm just so goddamn sick of my parents smothering me. *sigh*
Oh well.
I got the damn book.
I'm reading it.
And it is NOT too profane for me. Lolol xD

Mockingbirds

People are mockingbirds.
We base ourselves on neighboring personalities.
There's not really such thing as completely being yourself;
the way I see it... we're all just collages.
Collages of our pasts... and the more intricate a collage is,
the more unique a person seems.
It's not something we can help!
Unless you were isolated, COMPLETELY sealed off at birth, for your ENTIRE life, you aren't really yourSELF.... you're your favorite elementary teacher, your witty mother, your wise father, your sarcastic older sister, your adventurous best friend in third grade, your philosophical best friend in high school, the waitress with a million stories, your best friend's mod mom, spongebob, maybe even your DOG!
The possibilities are endless!
You could even be Anne of Green Gables!
Or Dorian Gray!!!

What I'm getting at is... everyone's a copy cat.

Your environment molds you into who you are.

And the sooner we realize this, the sooner we accept it.
I'm not talking to anyone in particular or anything..........CAMILLE.................

Lolol, I'm weird :3

Au naturel

Howdy-doo!
So, guess what?

I'm STABLE!
Stability is such a beautiful thing.
Too bad it's a facade.
I don't think many people will ever reach stability.
Well, at least not anyone under the age of 60.
And even then.....

ANYWAYS; as 'you' might have gathered... I Did indeed chop the mop.
That I did, that I did.
It's a short a-line bob, and my bangs start really far back. My part is now non-existent.
I'm waiting for it to dry naturally right now. It'll be the first time I've let this cut dry naturally! :o And it's quite daring to do so right now.... because... it's Sunday. School tomorrow.
And if it looks utterly riDICulous, I have to bite a rag and show my face (and fro) anyways.


Wish me luck!

Madamoiselle Mauvais

Boredom's a bitch.
I'm terribly bored of my life right now.
I chopped off my hair. It didn't do the trick.
I slathered on the charcoal. Still no magic.
I painted a picture. Old news.
I wrote a poem. I guess that's cool...
I sat with a friend. She told me I'm dramatic.
Stood with another. Why was it so awkward? x)
Why am I such an eeyore right now?
It's quite silly and irrational.
Where am I going to get by being such a downer?
Oh yeah... nowhere! :D Eh. Maybe my
adolescent body is still not used to this whole 'PMS' thing.
I think that's it. I'm really bad at recognizing these kind of things, ya know?
Lalala. I guess I'll go now. I'm gonna go make me some HOLLANDAISE SAUCE.
With artichokes.
Yum.

-400%

Fuck this depression shit.
Sorry. That was incredibly raffish of me.
But honestly, this deserves vulgarity.
I'll have NONE of this 'please be my friend' shiz.
How are you gonna FORCE someone to be your friend?? Lolol.
Retardus.
Excuse me, please, I'm just pissed.
He swears like he can have it aaaaaalllllll....... but he can't. :)
He'll figure it out.

Eventually.

Inability

I have an inability to cope.
I'm ridiculous.
No...... no..............
HE'S ridiculous.
SHE'S ridiculous.
I don't know what to think right now.
Nor do, nor say, nor ask.......

Not even feel. And when you don't know what to feel.... you gotta know somethin's wrong.... but that's kind of a given in this kind of situation......

*kisses<3*

.....My ass.

Delirium

It's a beautiful thing, really.
So... complex... so..... odd.
Okay, so it's not complex... it's simply a point of exhaustion when your thoughts become slightly askew and you enter a temporary state of madness that is cured only with slumber. But that's not to say it's a bad thing. I love it. Because every time my best friend, Bly, is over and we enter such a fine state of delirium, we commence developing our very own philosophical rants and religious views. We discuss the possibility of various government conspiracies. We explore the human demise and whether it's the human races' intelligence or stupidity that will cause it. We use VERY large words! For God sakes, we even use them WRONG!! And you know what.... I might be experiencing it right now. Because I have no idea what the significance of including the word thing was....
Eh.


Who knows.


I don't.



My dog smells like cookies.
Chocolate chip cookies.


I like it.

Blawgz

Blogs are weird.
Because... they're like... one-sided conversations. O.O
It's like, I'm talking to myself.

And I AM! No one's reading this! xD
Ewh... I feel weird about it now.... I'm blog-conscious... T.T
And you know WHAT?! I don't care if I put happy faces all over the world any more :D:):D:D:D:):D:):):):D:D:):) !!

Ya' wanna fight abat et? *holds up fists*
Yea, you walk away..... you ain't wanna mess with all 4 feet 11 inches of this, uh-UH!
I'll stop now.........








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Yes. Yes I did.

Soak City

LOL

Marc Jacobs

Okay... I am obsessed with 'Marc' by Marc Jacobs magazine advertisements.
I have three tear-outs on my wall! Lol. They're so........ YES. They're so yes.

Teehee.
Tonight my boyfriend paid me a spontaneous visit...
Unfortunately, my parents would disapprove immensely of him, so the visit was sneaky and separated by a fence. >:) Lol. (I know, I know, I'm so BAD!) But it was very pleasant.

Ooh!
I'm excited about something. :) My English teacher was handing out essays belonging to students in the other 9th grade English honors class for a semi-peer editing. When she came up to my desk, she filed through some papers, hand-picked me an essay, and said "Here; Good writer to good writer."
Not too shabby for having a D in that class, right? I AM a decent essay-writer.... it's the homework that's my downfall.
I'm so damn LAZY. I never do my homework..... partially because my conscience is telling me, "Oh, Millieeee! Don't waste your time! You get the material, your vocabulary is already large enough, and your grammar is FINE! You don't Need homework, you Get the stuff!" But I know that's the wrong way to look at things..... it hasn't done me much good so far, and I doubt I'm going to convince Anyone that I'm 'too good' for homework.
Well, maybe if I write a persuasive essaaaay......

Eh. Too lazy.

15%

I'm in dire need of a wardrobe change.
I'm bored with dressing normal.
I'm thinking along the lines of high-waisted, leather shorts, doc martens, drop-crotch pants, and shoulder-padded croptops. You catch my Tokyo drift, home-skillet?
I'm ready to shed my homespun and spread my wings!

Whoever

decided that school should start at 7:45 AM should get punched.
I don't really do mornings...

Une petite modele

Not much happened today.
Actually... NOTHING happened today. o.o
But yesterday I took pictures of my loverly younger sibling, Danielle.
Ain't she beautimous? :)

Look at her in that snazzy lil' croptop/shiny, black spandex duo!

Adorable, right? Oh... and just incase you were curious, the white croptop hails from American Apparel. Twas.... 17 dollars? I think? Yea. It was seventeen....

ANYWAYS; The spandex leggings were purchased at Sidecca for 18 or 19 dollars.

Not an AMAZING outfit... but it'll do.

That'll do, pig, that'll do.

Blonde

Last night went pretty decently. Well, I mean, considering my age, it went pretty well.
It was basically a small salon filled with early thirty/late twenty year-olds. The majority of which wearing some form of haute couture.

I was the short, mature-faced, fourteen-year-old girl in the Star Wars shirt/pencil skirt combo who was only there to support her sister. How COOL am I?!
Anyways, I did manage to hold a few conversations, although I can barely relate to the most of the attendees. And you know what? I learned some things last night:
1. Prissy, self-absorbed men bother me. Especially when they're wearing breeches.
2. Coachella isn't insane and chaotic, and its' crowd doesn't soley consist of drunken, high, bumbling, urban idiots with weed woven through their dreadlocks. At ALL.
3. I look old enough to successfully order a Blonde. (& apparently my Star Wars shirt didn't hint at my juvenility, because these two guys in line behind me tried to use it to pick up on me >.O)

YES. But overall, I had a good time. 'Twas good times.

They Are Industry

Cool beans.
I'm going to an art show today @ 7 for/at my sister Audrey's hair salon.
I've only been there once... it's... pretty darn cute. 'Tis petite, but it works, you know?
It's quite lovely.
QUITE.
But it's called We Are Industry... o.o What industry exactly? And was this a self-appointed position? To BE the industry?!

Okay... so it's a cool name.
Cool-ish.
COOL ENOUGH!
Oh... and speaking of ISH, my loverly boyfran, Ismael, and I ventured to Ikea yesterday. :D (<--I couldn't help that one....) And ever since our daring trek, I've had a question I'd like to ask someone... Who buys NAPKINS and SHAMPOO from IKEA?!
NAPKINS.... and.... shampoo....
Who?

11:13 PM

I'm tired.
My mind is entering the infant stages of utter delirium.
My favorite thing about being exhausted? How much fun I can have by myself before I pass out. Oh...

I'm starting a blog!
How positively exciting! No, that's not sarcasm. I'm just trying my hardest to refrain from using my usual cheesy, little combinations of colons, semi-colons, parenthesis', and 'D's'. Ewh... and speaking of D's... that's my grade in English.
*Insert sarcastic tone... here!* Fantastic.

But yes; delirium, birth of blog, and my pathetic English grade. I better go before my exhaustion begins affecting my English.
Lol.
Au revoir.