never learn, never knew

yeah i just made a post, but i have a lot more to say,
and i am going to say it.

all of a sudden i rediscovered my intense love for that great band patent pending.
go listen to them please because they are pretty great.

we decided that since its the last weekend of summer that we were going to be spontaneous and travel wherever we want, whenever we want. i like this idea. we took a two point five hour trip to the wisconsin dells today to go to an outlet mall that was kinda dumb and we ended up seeing hamlet two at the amazing theater they have up there. i liked that movie a lot, haha, it was great. my mom didnt understand it/didn't like it because it talked about gay people, the way she feels about every movie except chick flicks. my dad couldn't decided if he liked it or not because he thought it was kinda dumb and not well made but he laughed a lot and i liked it and that automatically means he has to like it. so, whatever. i thought it was good.

to get back on the topic of writing again, because i wasn't finished, on the way up i started a story based off the amazing movie i watched recently called some like it hot. its black & white, from the late fifties and has been called the funniest movie ever made. haha. i wrote the title of my story and couldn't start it, so i moved on to another one based on something that actually happened to me at my county fair. its kind of cute but not very funny. i think i wrote ten lines, maybe and moved on to a cute little lyric thing ive been thinking about for the past few days about seatbelts. then i saw a hot air balloon and a cute guy in the car next to me and stopped writing because i couldn't concentrate any more.

i think i have such a problem writing stories because apparently i have a really short attention span all of a sudden. i write anonymous letters about all my secrets all the time on this 'dear you' community on livejournal and i enjoy it. i can concentrate and finish a letter because i usually write them like this:
in lines
that are usually
three to ten words long.

like that book 'sharp teeth'
that was written in
freeverse poetry.

it was a good book
and it inspired me a little.
but thats not the reason
i write like that.

it just makes sense to me.

so, maybe school will bring me back to earth. maybe having to write papers and essays again will retrain me to write in full sentences and complete thoughts. that might be a good thing.
ill post whatever else comes to mind on my livejournal so i can put it under a cut and it wont take up as much space.

yay

omg. i saw hancock on wednesday and it was more amazing than i couldve imagined!! aah. the storyline was great. i thought i knew what was going to happen but it completely blew me away!! it was way different than any superhero movie i had ever seen and ugh it was just amazing!!! i did cry towards the end for a few different reasons, but im okay with that because it was totally worth crying about. there were maybe one or two little things that i would've liked to see more of, but the story was great and the acting was great and aah i loved it a lot. i want to talk about it so bad, but i dont want to give it away, so i'll stop, but it was marvelous!!

the only thing that sucked was my parents being dummies like they always do at movies. my mom was asking me questions the whole time because i guess she didn't really get it, and my dad was trying to be cool and telling me when he noticed weird things like, 'oh they have a past together dont they!', 'oh man i totally saw that coming'. like, ugh, really?! i noticed that too, a long time ago, please shut the hell up kthnx. they did that at wall-e, too. =/
my dad likes to discuss movies after we see them. im cool with that and all, i love discussions, but there's a point where i want to stop talking about it and just think about it, you know? i like keep my thoughts to myself a little. but, idk, thats just my dad i guess.

ugh. i bought some lemonade from some girls across the street and it does not make my tummy feel good. i will not buy anything from them again. ehh.

one more thing. if i haven't already said this, im going to be gone next week to camp. im leaving tomorrow and won't be back until next sunday. so, yeah. that's that. toodle-oo. =]

so i got 'tagged'

two children [cory and i_am_phenomenon] tagged me for this silly little game. so i guess ill do it.


the rules
1. link the person who tagged you
2. state the rules in your blog
3. tell 6 quirks about yourself
4. tag 6 other bloggers
5. leave a comment on each of their blogs stating that they have been tagged.

six quirks
1. everything scares me
2. i fingerpaint on a regular basis
3. my personality is inherently conflicting
4. i often write letters that i don't plan on sending
5. i usually skip the number nine when counting to ten, but its one of my lucky numbers
6. i constantly have ideas for stories, songs, and drawings in my head, but they rarely make it to paper

six kids
aww i have no friends on blogger besides ashley =[
i'll tag some kids who like the same things i do.
[psh yeah right like i have the balls to talk to random strangers,
maybe the reason that my only blogger friend is a real life friend, you never know...]
if i did end up tagging kids, i'd tag:
chris
ely
kristi
ada potata
amy
and idk i couldnt find anyone else cool so i quit.
w/e who really cares anyway?

where i'm from

so this is the poem i wrote for my english class.
it's inspired by george ella lyons' 'where i'm from'.
umm, idk, i had a lot of fun writing it, its organized as different stages of my life. i guess it only really makes sense to me, though.
and i really hate the last line, so ignore that please. =]


i’m from early morning rises
and all day in the car
from best friends and boyfriends
with the same last names
from jealousy, pride, and a fear of failure

i’m from the marching band
and a marriage proposal
from dinosaurs and cloud-patterned walls
from bunk beds, tears, and autistic children

i’m from harry potter and unfair punishment
from snow, kickball and rainy day recess
from fear, laughter, and friendship

i’m from fuzzy key chains, “staying alive” and sleepovers
from spelling wizards and riding the short bus
from samurai jack, tortellini, and courage the cowardly dog

i’m from a tornado watch and “build me up, buttercup”
from the wrong trousers and the right books
from the bat cave, the library, and the sneetches

i’m from my chemical romance
and the inevitable heartbreak
from short hair vs. long hair
and holidays at china palace

i’m from questions, from answers
from green face paint and the abc’s
i’m from birthday cakes and rain
from swing sets and the strong bond between friends

i’m from love and from hate
nieces, nephews and brothers in jail
from valentines day and halloween
these are the things that made me