Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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

Sunday, March 28, 2010

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!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

-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.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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.

Friday, March 5, 2010

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.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

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.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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.

Monday, March 1, 2010

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...