we must march my darlings

To add onto my last post...

The Hulk was better than Ironman.

My friend Sarah refuses to agree with me. 

Here are my reasons:

1. Take a look at the main characters. Bruce Banner becomes Hulk, and Tony Spark becomes Ironman. Bruce Banner is a nice guy who moves himself all the way from Washington D.C. to Brazil in order to stay away from those he loved so he wouldn't hurt him. Also, without the U.S. government swooping down on him all the time, he could control himself better. (For those who are not familar with Hulk, because of Gamma Ray poisoning, once his pulse reaches 200 beats per minute, he turns all green and big.) Tony Spark is a sarcastic asshole who only becomes *slightly* nicer after being held hostage in Afghanistan for three months. Bruce is nice and sweet. Tony is mean and asshole-ish. Hmm. Which would you prefer?

2. The Hulk has a better romance plot line than Ironman did. This point of my presentation converts me forever to a Hulk fan. /hopeless romantic

3. Hulk has to work harder at controlling himself, and finally does. He's stronger. So there. :P

4. Green>red.

5. Bruce is a cooler name than Tony. Also, isn't Batman's name Bruce? Superhero vibe pwns.

6. Ironman goes to the Hulk movie to ask for a team. Clearly, the former cannot work on his own.

I may add onto this later. I just figured I'd try converting a few of you. :)

 Hmm. I just did this long ass meme, and then it disappeared and I can't get it back. What a waste of an entire hour. In the meantime, I had fun looking at the following:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20060720220156AAMaZ3O

I am overwhelmingly in love with Edward Norton. That is all.

 When I was much younger, I always remember looking at my parents and seeing them as completely indestructable. They could save me from anything, even the world exploding. Hell, they could have saved the whole fucking world, if need be. And now...? I'm not sure. The older I get, the less magical my parents are in my eyes. They're getting so old so fast. Which sounds almost amusing, I suppose, but I'm completely serious. My mother and I have gotten to the stage in life where, if she needs something physically demanding done, I will do it for her because she isn't always strong enough. This scares me more than a little. I'm moving out in less than two years for good. I'm not sure if my parents realize that, but the day I turn eighteen, I'm packing my bags and leaving. What will happen when that time comes? Being my parents' only child, I think they have become more attatched to me than they would have if I had other siblings. My mother and I (regardless of how often I complain about her) are incredibly close for a teenaged daughter and middle-aged mother. I really don't mean to sound conceited or spoiled or anything of that sort, but I really do not want my mother to fall apart when I leave, and I'm afraid she will. 

My dad will of course be saddened to some extent whenever I leave, but he will have his own way of coping with it. He will never show me he is suffering from it, though I'm not sure if I find this reassuring or disconcerting. He will be the strength and rock for my mother, and will deal with whatever he needs to on his own. I need not worry about him as much, though I still do, a little. 

My parents are rarely the superheroes I used to always see them as when I was a small child, and I find I'm being constantly reminded of this in day to day life. I'm not sure why this is all hitting me so hard right now, but it is.

 I have absolutely nothing to do. I've downloaded 35 songs today just for the sake of having more music, but I'm not sure if I really like anything that I got. Multiple times I've had to clear extra files off of our computer because we have about *thismuch* memory left, and I couldn't fit the songs that I don't know if I even like on here. It seems like such a waste. In addition to that, I've had one piece of garlic bread and a bowl of ice cream today. I haven't been to the gym in about a month. I feel so unhealthy. I can't even go to the pool because I'm still rather sunburned from my last aquatic excursion. Even if I did go and slab on entirely too much sunscreen, I'd have to shave my legs, and they too are sunburned. I don't really feel like dealing with the pain at the moment. That and, I just took a shower about two hours ago, and I don't want to have to do it again whenever I get home to get the chlorine out of my hair. 

I'm really sick of being lazy. 
I need something to do with myself.

My LJ may look a little...weird for a while.

I suck at changing layouts.
Twin did it the first time, and Suzie did it last time. 

So now I'm trying to figure this out on my own. 

But, yes, I am aware of its current screwed-up-ness.

 
Edit: Well, I fixed it. It's just back to what it was before. Now I need to work on getting a header...

 Sometimes, I really can't understand my parents. I try, and I just can't. 

My parents, on the other hand, do not give any attempt whatsoever to understand me. They consider me a selfish, rebellious teenager who wants to get as much attention as she can. I admit, I have my selfish moments, and yes, I am rebellious...sort of frequently, and of course I like the occasional attention (hellooo...doesn't everybody?), though I do not believe this makes me the ungrateful daughter my parents often consider me to be. 

Being a teenager sucks ass.

 YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know things about you. I don't care if we never talk, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. You're on my list, so let me know who I am friends with (just put the following in a reply if you do it).


1. Can you cook?
2. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. Are you Dirty or Clean?
8. Any tattoos and/or piercings
9. Worst habit?

HERE COMES THE FUN ...
1. How did we meet?
2. What's your philosophy on life?
3. Negative or Optimistic?
4. What was your dream growing up?
5. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
6. What was your first impression of me?
7. Tell me one weird fact about you:
8. What's your favorite memory of us?
9. Have you ever kept anything from me?
10. What do you think of me as a person?
11. Do you think I'm sane or insane?
12. Would you cry for me if I died?
13.. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
14. If you could change anything about me, would you?
15. How do you fall asleep?
16. Ever gotten angry with me?
17. Would you go on a blind date if I set you up?
18. If you had one day to live, what would you do?
19. A million bucks... what would you do with it?
20. What is your worst fear?
21. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
22. Can you sing or dance?
23. In one word, how would you describe me? Be honest!
24. Will you repost this so I can fill it out?

Comments shall be screened.

Wrath

 

Put your itunes in alphabetical order and choose your favourite song from each letter.


a. 'almost lover'--a fine frenzy
b. 'be still my heart'--the postal service
c. 'claire de lune'--debussy
d. 'daydream believer'--the monkees
e. 'everlasting love'--danny wright
f. 'first day of my life'--bright eyes
g. 'goodbye my lover'--james blunt
h. 'hopsital beds'--coldwar kids
i. 'i'm not okay'--my chemical romance
j. 'juliet'--lmnt
k. 'kiss me'--sixpence none the richer
l. 'lullaby'--the mitch hansen band
m. 'miserable at best'--mayday parade
n. 'nine in the afternoon'--panic at the disco
o. 'one last breath'--creed
p. 'passing the hat'--coldwar kids
q. 'quando, quando, quando'--michael buble (actually, it's my only 'q' song)
r. 'rainy monday'--shiny toy guns
s. 'such great heights'--the postal service
t. 'take my breath away'--berlin
u. 'until the world'--the afters
v. 'voyage around the moon'--the saturn 5 (only 'v' song)
w. 'wonderwall'--oasis
x. i don't have an 'x' song.
y. 'your heart is an empty room'--deathcab for cutie
z. no 'z' songs, either.

 I'm going to pop show tonight. 

It's basically a choir concert. 

And then I'm off to Katie's.

And then I have my Magik performance tomorrow night. I still don't know all my lines. I'm kind of freaking out.

I feel absolutely wonderful. I slept from about 5:00 to around 7:30, and it was exactly what I needed. I probably won't fall asleep tonight until 2:30 or so, making me even more tired tomorrow than if I hadn't napped at all, but right now I can't really make myself care. Not being exhausted right now is worth being tired tomorrow. It'll be Friday, anyway.

At the moment, I'm looking for the cheapest flight possible for sometime during June to Sauk, Wisconsin. And apparently, none of the airlines have heard of this place because I can't it anywhere. And, being unfamiliar with Wisconsin geography, I have no idea which airport would be closest. It's a little difficult. So, maybe I should just wait to hear back from Jordan. 

So, in the meantime, I steal meme's from Laur and do them.

The power went out at the gym today. It was the oddest thing. Our gym is hugely popular and it's open 24/7/365 (or 366 this year), and I've never seen it closed ever since it opened back in 2005. But today, in the middle of my yoga class (I took my mother with me this time--but more about that later), the power just...flickered out and died. I was wondering how disappointing that would be if you were on say, a treadmill or something, and you had just begun your marathon training or something. I'd personally take it as a sign that hey, maybe I'd be better off not trying to run twenty-six miles. But, as we were in yoga and weren't using the electricity, we were able to finish our class generally on time. We ended about fifteen minutes early, but only after three other gym instructers had come in to tell our yoga teacher to end the class because the rest of the gym had cleared out. The locker rooms were really creepy. There are a couple of emergency lights in there, but the main source of light was the large red exit sign at the entrance/exit of the locker room, so it was either really dark or everything had this creepy red glow. 

So, my mother and yoga. She actually did surprisingly well. My mother gets almost no excercise (on average), and I've been pushing her to go to yoga with me off and on for the past few months, and I finally got her to go today. She wasn't overly crazy about it during the session, but she said afterwards she was glad she went and she wanted to go again. This is wonderful news to me. My mother is quite sensitive about her weight, and she's been looking for a good workout routine for her and her body. I think yoga is what she needs. It's low impact, high flexibility and balance, adds muscle, and is relatively low cardio. I also think she can stick with it if I help her. She hasn't gone to the gym because she "hasn't felt like it" (her catchphrase which is used on a daily basis, FYI), but if she has somebody to go with and work out with, she may feel more inclined to go. 

Right now I'm going through my yearbook with my sharpie, and drawing a border around my friend's pictures. I've done this for as long as I can remember with my yearbooks. It's relaxing, almost. I enjoy going back in past yearbooks and looking to see who I was friends with. It's almost sad, the way you sometimes forget these things. 

I'm also deciding not to do any homework tonight. I already read what I needed to for English from our book To Kill a Mockingbird, and I'm hoping we didn't have to do anything else. I should probably check my teacher's website, just in case. I also may have some World History, but I'm hoping not. He always just lectures over the chapter we were supposed to read for an hour and a half, so I'm praying to dear God almighty expecting he'll do the same tomorrow. 

Is it really only Wednesday? I could've sworn this week has been long enough to have already ended twice.

 

It seems much earlier in the day to me.

I woke up this morning to my alarm at 8:15. I needed to hop in the shower to wash my hair and shave my legs quickly before putting on my dress. That done, I put myself in a towel and headed to the kitchen for a little bit of breakfast while my hair dried. I ended up eating a toasted nutella sandwich and a glass of water. I wanted cereal and milk, but we didn't have cereal and milk, and nutella and water sounded better than cereal and water.

My mother wanted to do my hair today, so I let her. It felt silly, standing there, almost towering over her, while she blew dry my hair and brushed it out. I felt like I was seven years old again, but I didn't mind. It made her happy, and I wasn't overly sure what to do with my hair, anyway.

After that, I slipped into my dress and heels and waited for my aunt to arrive. She was running about seven minutes late, so I was able to sit down on our sofa in the living room and collect my thoughts before going to church.

But, I wasn't really able to think about much. I didn't really know how I felt. I was about to make my commitment to the Catholic church forever. I was going to say, "Yes, I will always follow this religion, until the day I die."

I've never made that sort of commitment before. I've never gotten married, so I've never committed myself to anything forever. Yes, I was baptised, but that was my parents committing me, and that's what Confirmation is for. I am renewing my vows and cementing my faith.

I don't regret it at all, it's just a big step, that's all. And, in a really nerdy way, I'm actually really excited to see where this takes me. :)