On The Outside Looking In

Check this out, PLEASE!

snowgirl47 — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 16:27:43 +0000

http://www.teppanyakiproject.wordpress.com

Please?????

Sunday

snowgirl47 — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:16:57 +0000

I am sitting in my room, PJ’s on, putting away clothes. Listening to the radio. Life is normal.

Sundays are always the day of relaxing. Because Saturdays and Mondays and Tuesdays and the rest of the week are filled with a whole lot of nonsense. Peacefulness is never over-rated.

The radio cracks as I fiddle with the tiny antenna. Such a tiny thing can do so much. Big things come in small packages.

Like life. Like small gifts which mean a lot. I still have a drawing my little brother made for me at a meet when he was 2. Me with a gigantic trophy and a huge happy smile on my face. I wish I was like that girl in the picture. She seems so far away. Could that really be me? Happy 24/7, confident, proud. I feel like one of those stupid little birds who see and opening to a house, and tries to go rushing in, but hits a window. And they keep trying. Even though there is absolutely no hope and it hurts just a little more every time.

That’s me.

Everything is complicated.

lovelovelove

-T-

I will not…

snowgirl47 — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 19:25:57 +0000

…use my hands or my words for typing or writing LOL in every sentence.

I will NEVER do this. Never. You have my word.

A+:

Jack said horny! LOL!

F-:

She washed the dishes! LOL! Then she dried them! LOL! Then she put them away! LOL! Then she went to her room! LOL! LOL! LOL!

Promise.

While we are at that topic, might as well do vows-

I, Tish, will never ever insult someone on this blog ever again.

I, Tish, will never own a hamster. EVER.

I, Tish, will never write LOL more than three times per post. (Except for this post, because it is an example!)

I, Tish, will never fully understand the popular cycle.

I, Tish, will never act as someone I am not. You have the real me.

I, Tish, will never give up something even if someone else, especially the popular type, says it’s stupid. Don’t let anyone do that to you.

I, Tish, will never give up my undying love for music, even though I quit band.

I, Tish, promise I will travel to Australia before I die.

I, Tish, will never give up.

I, Tish, promise to always give one compliment to at least one person every day, and mean it.

I, Tish, really need to stop making vows so I can do homework.

lovelovelove

-T-

Limos… are… AWESOME!

snowgirl47 — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 15:52:32 +0000

Last night was so cool!

My brother and my parents and I were all dressed up, so at precisley 4:30 we left our house IN A LIMO!

From there, we were driven to the Cumberland Club, a restaraunt/club spot where you have to be reccomended by 5 people and pay each month to be in. I don’t know what the club does, I think it is just an exclusive thing. So we walk in, and we go to the back of the place. The inside looked like a hotel. The guy welcomes us and then we go back to the front of the building. There are a bunch of rooms, each named and filled with sofas and high-back chairs. We had cocktails (or the adults did, at least) in the red room. The waiter came in and asked what we wanted, and then he turned to Ted and Jackie and asked, “The regulars?”. They nodded.

So we’re having a great time, laughing, and then a woman comes in and leads up the stairs to the formal dining room. There is a label on the table that says “reserved for Hissong”. We sat down and we got menus. There were 7 courses! I ordered salad and sauted shrimp with basil. I got my salad and it was so cool how it was prepared! Instead of a dish, it was wrapped in thinly sliced cucumber! And then sorbet, and then small pastries, then appetizers, then dinner… then food kept coming in. It was all delicious. And there were these little candy thingies by the bathrooms that were AWESOME. They looked like M&M’s, but were filled with crunchy mints. Ted stuffed about 20 of them in his caot pocket for later- I’m suprised they didn’t melt.

We were picked back up by the stretch limo and driven to Portland High School for the ballet, Giselle. We got there and cut all of these people to get to the ticket booth, where someone guided us to our reserved seats. The seats all had neon pink signs on them that said, “Reserved for Hissong”. For everyone else, it was first come, first serve.

The ballet was awesome! It was like a play without words and had alot of dancing. It might sound stupid, I don’t blame you, but it was EXCELLENT! The lead parts were Nell Shipman and Wyatt Barr. Nell played Giselle and was like five-eleven. Wyatt was probably six-two and all muscle. It was scary.

Once the ballet was over, it was 10. We got back into the limo and we opened the champange. Don’t worry, mine and my bro’s was Non-Acholic. We laughed some more and finished off a giant bowl full of dove chocolates.

We were finally dropped of at home around 10:30. Reluctantly.

Here are some pictures of proof:

Ted, the host and Mom's rich boss, is on the left. Jackie is on the right.

Jakc and I sipping champange. The lights swirling around us are the lights on the inside of the limo. Because of the darkness, they showed up swirly.

Teehee!

Jack calls a toast

Our Limo!

The inside!

Same!

And again!

So much FUN!

lovelovelove

-T-

Haikus

snowgirl47 — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:17:43 +0000

Why do they always have to have a secret meaning?

I am working on my homework, 5-7 haikus. This is really frustrating.

So I made 3 haikus about making haikus with meaning. I cant wait for Mrs. Sylvanus to see those! Or Mrs. Galligan. I love her! She is so cool! I hope they don’t take it in a bad way. But chillax people, they are not mean. For example-

Why does a haiku Always have to have meaning? Can’t life be simple?

But eventually I finished.

I am debating making shorter posts and each one will be the fact of life. A book inspired me to do it. For example-

FACT OF LIFE #1 (title)

Haikus suck. (and why?) blahblahblahblahblahblah.

Comment and tell me if you think that would be cool. Oh and also, if I did them, I would have them in a random order so if someone comes along them, they will be like: “Oh! there’s some mystery code in this! If we unlock the secert,it will lead us to the holy grail!” Yeah, right.

Which brings me to another topic. Man, I keep skipping around. Have you noticed that some people (like me) tend to overthink things?

lovelovelove

-T-

Comments

snowgirl47 — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 18:41:10 +0000

Comment! Try it! Your comments no longer have to be approved! I fixed it! Yay!

I Lurrrrve this Pic!

snowgirl47 — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 15:01:16 +0000

Life on the EDGE

snowgirl47 — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 19:20:47 +0000

Have you ever heard someone say “Livin’ live on the edge”? And if so, do you get it?

Is the edge a cliff into outer space, or a cliff into a deep pool of murky water?

Can you survive falling off the edge?

Can you get back from the edge and step to safer grounds?

Where is the edge?

Can it be personalized, like a towel or blanket?

Most importantly, who made up the term “livin’ life on the edge”?

Did they make it to confuse the crap out of me?

Questions, but never any answers. That is life, my friends. Sucks.

Has a parent ever said you were on thin ice?

Is that the same as the edge?

If you have answers, rattle them off.

Cuz I am LOST.

In time, space, life…etc.

lovelovelove

-T-

AN END!

snowgirl47 — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:58:32 +0000

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

HA!

I got my laptop back!

Yay!

Yipee!

Hooray!

Now I can get back to normal!

lovelovelove

-T-

P.S. Your challenge is to count how many ha’s that is and comment it. If you get it correct you can pat yourself on the back and know for a fact that you have a place in this world.

Laptop Misery

snowgirl47 — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 13:05:25 +0000

I thought I got to take it home today.

Appparently not.

Darn.

This sucks.

But tomorrow. Tomorrow I have hope.

lovelovelove

-T-