Too Good to be true? Hell yes

Once again I was an idiot. He didn't want to be more than friends, I came on too strong, now he can't stand me. I remember that stupid poem I wrote saying that there was more to me than meets the eye. I was lieing to myself. I'm exactly what you see. Nervous, Weird, and too Glassey-eyed to be comfortable around. I really wish I could take it all back and we could be friends again. Well we were never really "friends" but I would have valued his friendship. Oh well I'll just have to get throught this, It couldn't really be that hard. The only thing that is truley AWEFUL about this is that it will happen again. I just have to move on, because what doesn't kill me will make me stronger.

*Sigh* Life sucks, excpecailly when your a hopeless romantic.

Too Good To Be True?

Hello again my favorite non-existent stalkers! I am writing for the first time in months and boy, do I have a lot to say... er... write.

So first, you should know that I am back in school- High school - the begging of the end of my childhood. I will certainly miss being able to act like a total idiot without having adults say 'kids will just be kids', instead I will have to act oh-so-mature or else they'll tell me to 'grow up'. Luckily, I've always been a little more on the mature side, except when it comes to boys. Yes I said the B-word. If I don't have an attraction to the guy there wont be a problem. If i do? That's a whole other story. A story that you - my lovely non-existent reader - Would love to hear.

Hmmm? Who am I? A poet? A total Head Banger (meaning I listen to lots of heavy metal)? A Singer/Guitar player? or maybe even a hopeless romantic? Well, I'm all of those things. And finding someone who is openly just like me is nearly impossible... or so I thought. One Word (or name) changes everything. Scott. Tall, Long copper haired, Blue eyed, Poet/ Singer/ Guitar Player/ Head Banger/ Hopeful Romantic/ Perfect, Scott. Well he's not perfect, but I'll be damned if he wasn't as close to perfect as you can get. Say Good bye to my old crush (who turned out to be more into his friends -and marijuana- then the emotions of a romantic), and hello sweet to-good-to-be-true Scott.

Why is he to good to be true? Two words that (once again) change everything. Girl Friend. I'm not completely sure if he has a girl friend, but I'm pretty sure I remember him talking about a girl that lives three states away that he loves very much. If he doesn't have a GF -which is almost impossible- then he probably said that to keep me away. Well I don't know why he would keep me away after he told me to sit next to him on the bus and had me listen to sweet rock love songs with him.

Now you see why I call myself hopeless...

OH MY GOD!

Yea I tried to get this video on my blog, but I cant seem to find the HTML thing right now...

Idolatry

New York, Back to School, and French Guys

Well, the title explains everything. I went to New York the weekend with my aunt (who is like a mother to me). She is very awesome. We laugh about stuff that wouldn't be funny to anyone else. Me and my sisters are lucky to have her in our lives. Oh, and she's a great cook. No one can make a french fry crispier than that women. I love her so much. Everything I ever learned about being a girl comes from her (My dad isn't exactly the best mother).

Okay now I shall enter the story of my weekend. My sister's, my aunt, and I took a bus to New York City. There we heard honking, screaming, screeching and barking. I don't know why people want to go to the city so badly. It smells so bad. Every street in Manhattan smells like urine. Besides that, I had fun. I went school shopping there, and got so much stuff on a one hundred dollar budget. I'm just awesome like that. Maybe one of these days I'll post pictures of my school outfit, but it's too late right now (or I'm just lazy).

Now you must be asking "WHAT ABOUT THE FRENCH GUYS?!" well they're French, that's it. NO I'm just kidding. The real story is that my aunt was taking me and my sisters home (which is a 3 hour drive), and we had to stop for gas. So my aunt stopped at the nearest rest stop in New Jersey. When we got there, one of the attendants came to serve us. When he got there I saw that he was cute, so I did my shy turn away thing. Then suddenly he came out with a gorgeous, thick, romantic French accent. I had to look at him. When I did I saw a pair of dazzling blue eyes, surrounded by shaggy blonde hair. Hot + French accent=Perfect.

*Sigh*, well it looks like this may be my last "summer" post. I am about to enter a new school year. I don't want to go to high school, but I have to. That building is so freaking huge that it looks like a giant hell-hole.Oh it gets worse, when you enter the school the floors, walls, and lockers are white. IT LOOKS LIKE AN ASYLUM! Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it. Plus I have to be thankful that I can go to school at all, no matter how annoying.

My god NO VIEWERS?!
Have you ever thought you were talking to somebody, but they weren't listening? Well that is exactly how this thing works. Maybe one of these days I'll get discovered. For now I'll just keep writing to no one.

Yesterday I came to New Jersey with one wish. That wish was to make new videos for my YouTube account. That dream came crashing down when the software that I was supposed to use fell through. I payed $80 for the crap and what do I get? -$80 supply of failing software. Its as simple as that.

My day brightened up slightly when I saw my grandparents and had dinner with them. Sadly they live in a retirement home, so we had to go to a dinning hall with about 80 old people. That's not really a problem, but I wish there were just a few more kids. Well at least they have high-school students as servers. I had a gorgeous waiter that would stay pretty close to my neck. He was probably unaware of that fact, but as you know I was very well aware. I probably scared the hell out of him with my flirty-ness. When ever I am interested in a guy I tend to:

1. Nod my head a lot
2. Say stupid things that have nothing to do with what people are talking about
3. Forget to say please and thank you
4. Shut my mouth when I think he is near
5. Find ways to take a glance at him
6. Smile very shyly
7. write my name in cursive or hearts (when I at a dinner table I spell it in noodles)
8. Talk extra loud when he's far away

Yea I know I'm pathetic.

Oh and today I went school shopping with my grandmother. We only bought school supplies, but I had a great time. They only problem was that my dad forgot to pick us up and we had to wait for 45 minutes. Then when he did come he was in a zombie-like state. I remember pulling up to the retirement home gate, were he had to tell the receptionist his name. 

"We are going to 510 arbor view. The name is Shachter. S as in dog...", the entire car burst into laughter especially me. I'm laughing as I am writing this right now.

Film Fights

YOU NEED TO CHECK OUT THIS WEBSITE!!!!!

FilmFights.com

It is basically an epic website for film makers to compete in theme based contests. I've always wanted to enter was of these contests but I have none of the right tools. Check it out anyway.

Fizzle?

What ever you do, don't eat the new Fizzle Skittles! The candy is only good when you scrape off the salty fizz coating. It's just not worth it.

What is...

I'm not going to finish that sentence with THE EVENT. I've seen that commercial too many times to care. THE EVENT could be magical flying frogs, and I still wouldn't watch it.

Anyway, Isn't it a beautiful day here in Pennsylvania? Well If you don't live in PA you wouldn't know. It is so beautiful that I am going for a jog. Oh did a mention it is my sisters birthday today? On 8/20/10 my sisters turn 12. They are twins so they insist on me singing the birthday song twice. Even If I do make cute little bracelets and earring sets for them. Ugh sisters, you cant live with em' because you don't have a choice. Oh well I still love them.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLS!!!

MMOs?

Why did I call this the Beginner's Guide to Life? I don't really have any tips about life, so this isn't a guide. Actually, my title has nothing to do with this blog. Wow. Epic failure.

So now that I've realized the flaws in creating this blog, I can continue with the completely random crap that I know and love. Well maybe I should make a poll. There are so many questions that I could ask. What's your favorite cookie flavor? What type of movie do you watch on a Saturday evening? How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood? Answer= another strange tongue twister.

Man I am so bored that it hurts. Nothing's good on TV. My sisters are asleep so I can't play my guitar. I've gotten tired of MMO games. Hey, speaking of MMO games. I should talk about my old addiction to MMORPGs. I used to play all of the most popular free-to-play games on the internet. I would play for six hours straight. Until one day, I decided to join an closed beta. The game company screwed up and after months of waiting I wasn't allowed to play it. I was so pissed off. After that I tried other games but they became boring and dry. I thought It was just the game, but it turns out that I can't stand those games anymore.

If you like MMORPGs you can check out these websites that I used to love:
www.vindictus.com
www.mabinogi.nexon.net

www.runesofmagic.com
www.runescape.com
www.shaiyaonline.com

okay I cant think of anymore.

At first I was afraid to post pictures, because I was afraid that someone I know would figure out that I have this blog. Now I just don't care. It's not like my friends are searching the internet for my personal web pages. Plus, I have no viewers so It doesn't make a difference. This could be my journal if I wanted it to be, but I'm not that open.

I created this video for YouTube about 3 years ago (when I was a Fred fan), and it never uploaded. So here it is now.

Lets see I have the writing, I have music, now what am I missing? Pictures? Videos? Links? Banners? All of that stuff, but what would me my blog more exciting? Daring? or Original? Maybe I could post games, but I don't think that would do much good. Maybe I could write stories. Probably been done before. Maybe I could post book reviews. Wait a minute, don't most blogs already do that? Forget it I'll come up with something.

Ha Ha! I couldn't make myself any smurf-ier

Good morning world

Well this is my first blog, and It's 12:48 AM which is technically morning. So GOOD MORNING, and welcome to my page. Yes I know what your thinking. Who is this chick? Why is she up so late? Why does her writing have such a generic undertone? Well I will answer all of your questions with one sentence. Hello, I am a bored person. Truthfully I have no clue what to write or what this blog is about, but I do know that I am typing from the top of my mind. Well the first thing I thinking about right now (besides this blog) is volleyball. I tried out for volleyball two days ago. I ran 3 miles, hit hard balls that hurt my hands (thats what she said), and I ran over 15 different drills that confused the heck out of me. So did I make it on the team? No. I suck at anything athletic. I destroyed the drills, almost died running, and I couldn't get the ball over the net. That's what I get for trying out for a high school sport with no experience. Plus volleyball isn't for me anyway. I tried out only for five stupid reasons.

1. I wanted to be part of a team
2. I wanted to stay in good shape
3. I wanted to be known as an athlete instead of a shy singer
4. I wanted to have something to occupy my time before school started
5. I wanted to win over a specific guy

Whoa Whoa Whoa! Hold up! What about this guy? Well he's very skinny (with the slightest hint of muscle), he has messy hair, he acts very stupid (although he can be very intelligent), most likely does drugs, and gets in too much trouble. Why do I like him? I have absolutely no idea! All I know is that I'm blinded by "strong liking", not by love (I'm too young to be in love). Every time I look at him it's like his eyes take on an amber glow, his smile seems extra beautiful, and I have an obsessive desire to run my fingers through his hair. It sucks that I cant get him out of my mind, no matter how hard I try. Well, at least he's not in any of my classes for this upcoming high school freshman year [I found this out on his facebook post so I'm not a stalker]. Hopefully I'll get over him. However, not seeing him for two months hasn't stopped my "liking". Damn hormones! 

Besides volleyball and puberty, I have other interesting things in my life. For one I have hobbies. Guitar, Singing, Acting, Writing, Running (short distance), and a lot of other stuff. Did you know that I was in the 2010 middle school production of  Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? Well of course you didn't. That's where the whole, shy singer reputation comes in. I was the supporting lead role of Mrs.Bucket. I sang, I danced miserably, I sang some more, and I had about 18 lines. Not bad for my first play. I will never forget it. I will also never forget the star of the show WILLY WONKA. He is such and awesome person, and I even had a minor crush on him (although he was a 7th grader and I was an 8th grader). Guys were always mean to him, however, the worst thing that people called him was a fag. He sort of acts a little feminine, but that doesn't mean that his is gay. If he is, who gives a crap. To tell the truth, I've always wanted a gay guy friend. They tend to be sensitive, kind, random, and have a great sense of humor. Plus- what girl wouldn't love to openly share her guy interests with another guy? Anyway I'm not saying that He is gay, I think there's a good chance that he's straight (the average guy straightness is probably 80% anyway). I'm just saying that if he was gay, I'd be perfectly fine with it.

Omagosh!(I hate that word). It is really late. I should just stop writing now. BUT IT'S SO FUN! Oh well. I really need to get my correct sleeping pattern back (summers tend to make me nocturnal). So good night/morning and have a wonderful day (or at least as far as wonderful can be nowadays).