If My Life Was A Book...

Feeling A Little: Content
Playing A Little: Catastrophe by Forever The Sickest Kids
Recommending A Little: Georgia Nicholson by Louise Rennison
Recommending A Little Music: Forever The Sickest Kids

Okay so a friend of mine, Batman (we need nicknames, easier to refer to each other) is forcing me to finish "Stop in the name of pants" which is an amazing book. Although in my reading endeavor I have discovered that if I wrote such a book it would probably be very much along the same lines of that book. Yes I am not often in the bakery of lurve but the insane things my friends and I do would probably equate to such a book. It would probably carry a "R" rating but would oddly be packed full of the same drama. Maybe if it was in the past it would be a slit your wrists sort of book but now? Insanity.

We probably have enough inside jokes to start a new language and can sit around doing nothing and randomly end up with some story. As the years pass we have matured and our jokes I suppose have done the opposite. The sexual innuendos have increased though. The little grade 8 me would probably be shocked to hear me voice half of the things I do. I still restrain myself because really I don't think it would be appropriate for me to reveal some of the things I know. How I obtained my sexual knowledge I suppose is not important, I still seem to have a little prude in me.

I think we even have a little sex scale started too. We have a race right now, Batman obviously in the lead and shall win. Dokkie- is totally in last but Instead is sitting very near to him. I am sure when Instead finds someone and stops wanting perfection will totally surpass our dear Dokkie-. Our Dokkie- kind of, well him and sex, really don't seem to equal out right now. Me and sex. Maybe when I get out of the teenage slump I will get better but I am in no rush and highly doubt that I will win the race to be the first. Mostly because I could care less.

I'll be busy later in life with what seems to be my million and one children. So far the count is 4, Darth, Lionel, Davus and Wolfgang Rolf. Seriously what Batman wants to call them. I suppose if I don't marry a guy named Albus Severus he'll be my 5th. Not very quanzistical but that'll be my brood. This girl at work is like uber excited for me to have kids. I told her to wait 15 years but apparently I am just going to forget school and become a mother. I really do want to be a mother but well I have my fears and not like I had much of a motherly figure.

School seems to be school as always and English is getting more and more unbearable. I am going through my monthly/ random boy thing I go through. I wistfully wish I had a boyfriend, this is usually brought on by facebook updates, songs and books. Having a boyfriend has so many negatives I don't know why on earth I would want one. I suppose my brain really has no control over raging teenage hormones though. Okay on second thought my brain has full control, WTF brain.

I seem to be getting a lot of money too. I babysit, I get a random check from coaching and work pays me. Its wonderful really because I am getting a new nano and of course I need money to buy it and the millions of new songs I am going to cram it full of. I did though accidently on purpose spend like a bazillion dollars at work because we had this big blow out sale. Cannot wait until it is over. Saturday was the busiest day ever and only 2 of us were working. People are retarded the prices went down from $80 to like $20 and people are like well do you get 80% off of that. It was like obviously not we do actually want to earn money from this. I do think my boss should give me extra money for working that day. It was hell literally.

I am running out of things to talk about and do believe that I have filled my quota for this blog. Random crap 99% Introduction lines 1%. Now I bet you are like "wow I wish I could get those 5-10 minutes of my life back." Unfortunately you cannot. I am sorry but I am not magic. Even if I did warn you that this blog was crap you would read it anyways so it would be a waste of internet space.

Until The Next Song,
Zoe

I Don't Want To Make Her Happy

Feeling A Little: Annoyed
Playing A Little: All My Loving by Jim Sturgess (Across the Universe)
Recommending A Little: Watch Greek is all I can say. Awesome show.
Recommending A Little Music: Taylor Swift

I am seriously getting a little annoyed. Did not know there was a Viagra site, and never particularly wanted to. Yet everyday I get an email about how I could be rock hard again and make her happy. It is a little annoying because it gets delivered right to my inbox no matter how hard I try to convince hotmail it is in fact unwanted.

Anywho there was not much more to this blog other than me having to rant about those ridiculous emails. I have recently discovered though that Taylor Swift is coming out with a new album in November. Having listened to her since Tim McGraw first came out I greatly enjoy her music. I am not really a Romeo and Juliet fan type person because Romeo is a retard, but her new Love Story song is wonderful! I did enjoy Teardrops on my Guitar and really have enjoyed Our Song since her album came out.

Totally going to a new paragraph and everything I need to address something that bugs me greatly. Why is it that as soon as a video is played on basically any channel for a song that song is the new it thing? Like I had heard these songs on the radio a few times but once it hit TV BAM! hit. Although All Time Low has yet to make it big and I would like them too so I can get a new fucking CD. A little emotional about my favorite band there.

Wow this is like one of the first times this blog is actually about music. :D It is really surprising. Now watch I cursed it and will have to change the name to "OMG I LOVE THE JONAS BROTHERS!" and only bather about them. Uck. If I ever do that leave angry comments.

So the other day I was watching Brokeback Mountain because well I had never seen it and well wanted to know what the fuss is about. Oh my I wish I had watched it when Heath Ledger was alive because I would have doubled my stalking. The movie made like no sense maybe it was because Batman was hollering from the next room or maybe it was because Fruitopia was brushing my hair and talking about who knows what but all I know was I saw a lot of naked people. Some naked people I really did not actually ever want to see, clothed or naked.

Now for some more cursing I totally did my nails in a super cute french manicure and they look so pretty. I am proud I managed to grow them out and hopefully break my nail biting habit. Horrible habit by the way that I only started because I thought it hurt when you cut them. I was 6, cutting hair hurt. But now hopefully I broke the habit.

I really wish I could invent a time machine and visit the past me. Actually that might hurt though. I would totally slap myself. When I was younger all I cared about was that my clothes were clean and easy to get dirty and I was flexible on the clean part. Now my clothes have to be clean, my nails nice and painted, makeup on and my hair done. Back then I could care less what I looked like, now I really do wish to look nice and love being told I smell nice (that seems to come naturally though...).

Now without an outro:

Until The Next Song,
Zoe

Seemed Only Yesterday

Feeling A Little: Overworked
Playing A Little: Love Song by Taylor Swift
Recommending A Little: Jodi Picoult,her books are AMAZING. My Sister's Keeper, Nineteen Minutes and The Pact are my favorites! (Figure after Dexter last week I should do a recommendation about something other than music as well.)
Recommending A Little Music: Something Corporate and Hit The Lights (Indecision got me to put both. Both awesome, different sounds so check them out.)

Recently I read this avatar, funny what can come of those things, and it scared me to death. I know it is a little odd but it was talking about finishing school and losing touch with friends and all that jazz, but it scared the pants off of me. I love my friends to death and never ever in a million years want to lose them. I still have 2 more years of school and who knows maybe I never get to University and instead die. But you never know what fate has in store for you and I am sure my Karma is not so hot. Okay so the possibility of me dying is very low so I am going to assume I am going to get to University. If I was the type of person who was awesome at keeping in touch I don't think I would worry but I rarely have the patience for a whole email and MSN gets boring and impersonal. Where I want to go and where my friends are going phone bills would be insane! I suppose though for them I could break my habit, but what's to say that they don't go off partying with guys or are overwhelmed by the Uni course load. I must say I am little bit of a pessimist and always have to have something to worry about.

Also my little sister, making me feel pathetic got drunk before me. I got totally smashed and couldn't walk but still, makes me a little loserish. I smacked her repeatedly for getting drunk at 12 and told her never again. It made me miss that little girl who I used to yell at for not cleaning her half of the room, who used to be found in the morning curled up with the dog (usually this was a bad sign, the permenent red marker incident has to be the number one memory), or the little girl who I helped hold my youngest sister when she came home. I was her age it seems like yesterday. I met my best friend and I loosened up. I began on my little journey to the Zoe I am today, she isn't allowed too. I wish sometime even if it meant giving up everything I hold so dear to me now, that we could go back to digging in the garden and having that cute little girl 4 again and my youngest 1 again. They were cute then and we had a good time, no psycho parents and naiveity that came with that age.

Woah my mood may say overworked but it seems I am more taking a walk down memory lane. I do feel supremely overworked though. I have had to do little breathy things to calm down and stay focused. Work and school keep me insanely busy which often leads to mental breakdowns. This year though I have decided that it is really not that important. I am important and my brain likes to be calm. As I mentioned before I worry and worry and worry. If I have nothing to worry about I worry about what I might be forgetting to worry about. Probably not heathly but I have always done it and although at times I probably freak myself out I usually end up remembering something important.

This blog is not going to be very long and most likely going to end after this paragraph because its early in the morning and I need to get off to bed. I am really posting because my friend is like post or I won't add you to my blog list so I am posting this. Should update soon with an actual update.

Until The Next Song,
Zoe