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The name's Phoebe; student/props manager at PPCHA and living tornado. I'm a fan of old books, soccer and anything (no matter how vaguely) nautical-themed. Affiliates
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I'm done with this
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
10:36 PM
Recently I've been deleting Facebook friends. It's either they're posting something offensive or spamming or just being stupid. I'm sorry. Recently I've been so easy to set off. I know it's they're account and they can do whatever they want, and that they probably don't like me spamming they're News Feed with bands they don't know, either. It just annoys me how shallow--frankly, how trivial they are, making fun of people they don't even know. Like that Ke$ha cover on Youtube. Do you have any idea how that girl must feel right now? I've made do with all the vain self-portraits there but what I won't stand for is people being inhumane on my News Feed. I mean, you're not all gorgeous. I'm not, either. And if you are, or at least think you are, then that's great. But just because someone isn't as lucky as you, no matter how bad you may already be, no matter how bad they, themselves, may be, doesn't give you the liberty to make fun of them. Even without they're knowledge. What annoys me is you're the ones who claim to be Christians, you're the ones who say you're Catholics, but you can spare yourselves this little cruelty to fill your ego.Rocky
Monday, April 25, 2011
6:20 AM
It's been ages since I've felt really inspired to do anything. I keep watching Disney movies.Anyway, I'm watching Beastly tomorrow in hopes that the Alex Pettyfer exposure'll get me going. Everyone started sending around those religious group messages this morning and I didn't. I feel like a bad person, 'cept I run on regular load and they're on unli. No kidding, I'm a bit confused with the whole religion thing. I've only been to church twice in my life. One was when I was baptized. I'm not exactly an atheist, but I don't know any better either. Hi, sweetness
Saturday, April 23, 2011
5:43 AM
I'm going home tomorrow--pretty, darn early, too. Catcher In The Rye has got to be the loveliest book in the world; I think everyone should read it. I just hate when people pretend to know something they don't. This morning, at breakfast, Anya (cousin) started rambling about mwtaphors--how catching was a metaphor and bla bla bla look at me I'm smart. It was utter crap, of course, and the atmosphere turned kind of strained. You know, when people are too polite not to answer and let a word just trail off--dot dot dot?Paranaque has been lovely. I finished my painting, i drew a bit, and i got to see kids have flip-flop wars (it looks as painful as it sounds). I will miss this. Especially since we'll probably never be invited again because of our (well, Anya's) reputation for destroying toilets. It'll be nice to get back to SACIT. Where is my brain?
Thursday, April 21, 2011
9:53 PM
Finished Alice's Adventures In Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass. I feel so late. Most people read this when they were seven or something.I'm having fun, by the way. I just started The Catcher In The Rye and it was love at first sentence. It makes me want to write a dry, cynical story, in lieu of this current theme, which is innocence. Dry, cynical, and innocent? Should be interesting. Im also thinking of starting a fanfiction.net account even though writing fanfic makes me feel all awkward and delusional There are ways and means. Undoing
Monday, April 18, 2011
3:47 AM
Trying to work up the energy to do something, anything. I actually slept-did something earlier. My mother was trying to talk me awake and I was trying to put 'Curiouser and Curiouser' on the side table, and I fell asleep halfway through it. Everything is wrong. I'm hoping I can sleep through Tuesday and wake up on Wednesday when it's time to go. My mind is not (and has never been) into college-entrance reviews, but that's okay. I've come to terms with the fact that I have no future.Okay. No I've not. But I don't like it when adults say, "I think you should do this or that". I want to pave my own path. I know my mom hopes I'll take Physical Therapy, and work abroad--maybe head into medicine--because we have "science in our line" and stuff, but the consequences are cutting a big chunk of my life out. I've never wanted to work abroad; I love it here. As long as everything stays like this, I do. My mom proposed the idea of working there just until I save up enough money, but then I'll just keep waiting for my life to start, and when it does, if it does, I'll be way past the peak of it. No. I want a life. I need a life. I am going to undo my damage. Float on
Sunday, April 17, 2011
8:46 AM
Went to the docks today and saw a bunch of people from school. I don't know why, I go out and wish for a familiar face, but when I do find one they're always people I'm not close to or too caught up in their own lives. I feel like one of my achie's stalkers who saw her in greenbelt, ignored her perfectly open hello, then proceeded with a pm about seeing her in greenbelt. I'm sorry. I honestly cannot tell that story right. It makes no sense.I bought a shirt with watermelons on it. I'm prolly gonna wear that if penny and I meet up. She lives in paranaque, too, which is where I'll be this holy week. Yup. No vacation plans. What's fun about this summer is I'm making good with a couple of old friends, whom I love to death. That's fast I know, but that's just one of those things I do. I cannot stay mad. And I adore all new friends. I get mad at everybody at some point, but only because it makes them so much more important to me afterwards. It's the only way I can care about someone actually. Still not making any sense. I must stop here. Water therapy
Friday, April 15, 2011
11:15 PM
Everyone's getting sick and I'm scared I'm gonna be next. My stomach's actually starting to hurt a bit. So it must be a bug, not like the water supply or anything. But that's not what I wanted to talk about.There's this seriously underrated genre called post-rock. It's like rock minus the lyrics, and it's very, very conductive to drawing despite the fact that I have nil creativity and that my eyes are running because of my allergies. Halfway through COFA. |