1. if your thong is hanging out, PUT IT AWAY. this isn't europe where countless numbers of gorgeous women (albeit unshaven women) are able to walk around and show certain areas of skin that are normally not seen outside of the gynecologist's office. if your thong is hanging out, you are either
a) A slut
b) Majorly sexually deprived
c) a fat, trailor trash hooker with a tramp stamp
d) a European or Asian hottie
or most likely:
e) some combination of a, b, and c.....in which case you make me want to barf and gauge my eyes out.
more to come!
- Mood:
contemplative
=)
- Mood:
accomplished
i love "the murphster".
i really do.
want to know WHY?
she makes me "lmao"
god i love her.
and i love THIS.
read on....=D.
(just so you know....this is based on those "Mac" vs. "PC" commercials with that guy from "Accepted")
How Oregon Trail, MySpace, and Shakespeare Facilitated Networking Between Two Very Different Computers
It is true of every child that, when coming of age, some rebellion must occur. Internet Explorer adopted tab viewing. Yahoo! launched a mail system that looked curiously similar to those in offices around the world. Mac developed a strange urge to network with an older computer.
The older computer at hand was a classy, left-brained office model that was very user friendly. He had a rich family history. He was incredibly vulnerable and overly complicated. He was a PC.
One of the great problems with start-crossed lovers was the communication problem. Romeo and Juliet were forced to send messages through priests and maids. Pyramus and Thisby conversed through a chink in a wall. Mac and PC practically spoke in two different languages.
Mac liked pictures and songs and movies. PC liked numbers and words and codes. Mac liked bright colors and flashing lights. PC liked black and white. Mac liked hardware devices that could fit in his pocket. PC liked software. PC really liked software.
Mac wondered how he could woo a machine that was so different from him. He decided to go with the approaches he had seen his users employ.
The first he had seen was used by a young woman trying to seduce a cute IT guy. For this mission, Mac needed a program with which PC was familiar. Mac decided on the only source of fun in PC’s life—Oregon Trail. Mac never really understood the power the game had over PC, but faking common interests is important in a relationship.
“Ummm… PC, can you come help me with something?”
PC looked at Mac quizzically. He was asking him for help? “Sure?”
“I’m playing Oregon Trail and—”
“Wait, you’re playing Oregon Trail?”
“Yeah. I’m having a ha—”
“One, two, three, four, or five?”
“Three.”
“Good choice. I like to stick with the classics myself. I find that the anachronistic content is far less common in the earlier versions…” PC continued speaking, but Mac just watched his lips move. “…and that’s why I never talk to the Indians. You had a question?”
Mac snapped out of sleep mode. “Oh, yeah. Everybody in my party has scurvy.”
“Well, how many kegs of pickles did you buy?”
“I didn’t buy any kegs of pickles.”
“You didn’t buy any pickles?”
“No, I didn’t think I needed them.”
PC sighed and rubbed his temples. “Did you even read the guidebook?”
“No.”
“Of course not. The vitamin C in pickles prevents scurvy. Pickles also stay fresh longer than apples. Just buy some at the next rest stop.”
PC turned to walk away, but Mac grabbed his wrist. “You’re, like, really good at this.” Mac flipped his hair. “You must be super smart.”
PC turned beet red. “Well, I… just…” Finding nothing to say, he backed away awkwardly and tripped on his own power cord.
Attempt 1 had not worked so well. Mac hoped that a strategy he witnessed a teenage girl try would work better.
A few days later, Mac visited PC at the hospital.
“Hey.”
“Mac? Is that you?” PC asked, his hands feeling the space around him. “I can’t see you. You’re so far away.”
“I’m right here, buddy.” Mac placed PC’s hands on his face.
“That you are.”
“Have you ever thought of getting new glasses? Your vision has always been so short-sited.”
PC gave Mac “the look” and Mac instantly regretted saying anything.
“Never mind. I brought something that I wanted to show you.”
Mac quickly brought up MySpace.com.
“Oh, the MySpace. Fun,” PC said, with more than a hint of sarcasm. It was no secret that PC hated “the MySpace.” To PC, MySpace represented everything wrong with the Internet. It was a whole site devoted to music, video, pictures, stolen code, and teenagers—five things PC was deathly afraid of.
Mac was fully aware of PC’s hatred of the MySpace, but he was also aware that it was one of the few places on the Internet where someone show half-naked pictures of themselves to their friends and not be seen as a total pervert.
“I redid my page. I put new pictures on it.”
“Yay. Pictures.”
Mac clicked over to his MySpace page.
“Is that your…?” PC turned his head to get a different perspective. “Oh my…” PC’s face turned red again.
“You see how it’s in black and white?”
PC nodded weakly.
“I really think that captures the natural beauty of the subject.” Mac scrolled down the page. “And here it is from another angle.”
When Mac looked away from the screen, PC was unconscious. Mac cursed under his breath. “Doctor!”
A young man with thick glasses and a wrist splint entered. “Yeah?”
“I think he crashed.”
The doctor rushed over to PC and checked his vital signs. “He was fine five minutes ago! What did you do?” he asked, distressed.
A wave of guilt washed over Mac. He killed PC. “I just… I just showed him my MySpace.”
“What was on there? Music? Video files?”
“No! Just some pictures…”
“What kind of pictures?”
Mac broke into a cold sweat. “Um… some I took…”
The doctor stared at him impatiently.
“…of my hard drive…”
The doctor’s expression of impatience changed to own of awkwardness. “I was really wondering what size the pictures were.”
After the first two disastrous attempts, Mac was hesitant to try anything else. “What was the point of getting the computer he loved if it was going to kill him,” Mac wrote in his blog. Mac also made a personal note to turn that statement into a short film.
It was about two minutes later when Mac realized that he had said that he loved PC. He cursed loudly. Mac attempted to argue his way out this predicament. Mac argued that his attraction to PC was due to an Oedipal Complex. Then, Mac realized that computers do not have fathers. He thought it was some form of adolescent rebellion, a sort of binary Romeo and Juliet. But, according to Spark Notes, Romeo and Juliet were in love, which is like love but short-sighted and caused by pheromones. PC didn’t have pheromones and Mac was sure he wanted to be with PC for the long haul. Mac cursed again.
Mac loved PC.
When PC returned from the hospital, things were incredibly awkward for Mac. He didn’t know how to act around someone he loved. He had never loved anyone but himself. When the pain of being around the-computer-he-loved-whom-he-could-ever-a
After two weeks had passed, PC showed up at Mac’s house. PC was a wreck. His hair was ruffled and his tie was askew. Mac thought he looked particularly cute this way. Mac grimaced at the thought. “Hey, buddy.”
“Don’t you ‘hey, buddy’ me!” PC screeched.
Mac feigned ignorance “Whoa, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? I—You—” PC couldn’t get the words out. “Ugghh! How come you don’t like me anymore?”
“What are talking about? I still like you…”
“You never want to hang out anymore. You haven’t answered any of my e-mails. I even got a stupid MySpace so I could talk to you!”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you hated ‘the MySpace’?”
“I do but sometimes friends do things they don’t like for their friends so they can…” PC started to get really upset. He started to pull on his hair.
“Hey! Stop it. C’mon sit down.” Mac escorted PC to his couch.
PC calmed down a bit. “I can understand why you wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore. I know I’m not the newest or the most attractive model. I know I’m boring and I don’t like to have fun and I’m not hip.”
“Hey. Stop talking smack about PC. He’s one of my favorite computers.”
“Than why don’t you ever want to hang out?”
“It’s… it’s complicated.”
“You don’t want to be seen with me?”
“No. No, you’re a classy, loyal, sweet guy that anybody would kill to be seen with.”
“Then what is it?”
Mac sighed. He knew that dragging this on anymore would make PC more self-conscious than he already was. When PC was feeling self-conscious, unfortunate “accidents” tended to occur. Mac wagered that the shock of his confession would be less damaging than PC “falling” off of his desk. It was time to own up and pray for the best. “Promise me that you won’t freak out or hurt yourself?”
PC nodded.
“Do you remember when I asked you about Oregon Trail and showed you my MySpace?”
“Yeah, so?”
“I was trying… I was trying to seduce you.”
PC’s eyes opened very wide. Mac stood up from the couch and began to explain.
“I know that sounds really weird but hear me out. The only reason I did all that was because… I really love you and I want to be with you so bad. And I was ignoring you because every time I tried something you would get hurt so I didn’t try anything and not trying anything and just being friends was too hard so I just shut myself off and I’m really sorry that I made you think—”
“Wait. You love me?”
“Uh huh,” Mac said weakly.
“Well, I love you too.”
“Yeah, I know it was stupid—what?”
“I love you. You know we could have saved a lot of time and medical expenses if you would've come right out and told me.”
“Wait, you love me?”
“Yes, I love you,” PC said as if he were saying the time.
“Wow.” Mac thought on this for a moment. “This is great!”
“Yes, this is great.”
“Umm… do you think we should hug or something?”
“Yes, what was I thinking?” PC stood up. “Come here.” PC gave Mac a warm bear hug and kissed him on the cheek. In response, Mac fainted.
- Mood:
amused
so during lunch the other day our group had a discussion about the differences between our middle school selves and ourselves now.
my analogies from my friends:
+"remember when sydney was kind of a tomboy at the beginning of 6th grade?"
well, i'm not exactly a girly girl now......but im not afraid to "look pretty" and stuffs i guess
+"remember when sydney had like, no confidence in herself, and never did her hair or her makeup?"
i guess i've got more confidence now, and now i think i obsess over my hair and makeup WAY too much
+"remember when sydney first started wearing chopsticks in her hair?" (laughter)
some things never change. hehe. chopsticks in my hair = almost every single day.
+"remember when sydney listened to aaron carter?"
oh lord.......you all WOULD have to bring up the boy band phase of my life
+"remember when sydney was the only one who liked show tunes, and the only one who thought Metallica and The Ramones were good bands?
well, i'm still the only one who likes show tunes, but now other people's musical tastes have changed
+"remember when sydney dated craig?"
ouch........no need to bring that up. let's move on.....shall we?
+"remember when sydney was "that one figure skating girl?""
STILL AM! ahahahaha
+"remember when sydney was obsessed with orlando bloom?"
it's not as bad as it used to be......but damn if he's not still the sexiest man on earth
+"remember when sydney was the only one to think that boys with eyeliner were hot?"
still true
+"remember when sydney was innocent?"
no comment......LOL. doing shows at the rink had me corrupted long before i started middle school
+"remember when sydney and zabrina hated each other because of dominic?"
no need to bring that up again. but at least BOTH of us can say we dated him, and that it didn't work out
+"remember when everyone wanted sydney and tyler to get together?"
still in the process of making that happen, but he's slowly moved into the "best friend" category
+"remember when everyone wanted sydney and ted to get together?"
nothing's changed. ahaha.
+"remember when sydney used to be really really bad at math?"
something definitely changed there. im pretty good at math now. i guess something just clicked.
(and the one that stood out the most to me)
+"remember how sydney was the only one in our 6th grade class to be her own individual person and how we all used to tease her for it, but now it's what we love the most about her?"
omg zabrina i love you forever for that one!
so yeah......i was just thinking about that. gotta go do some work.
much <3
- Mood:
relaxed
driver's training!
ahaha...this is your warning: stay off the road. hehe.
blegh....i just realized how much I may overtax myself this year. physics and calculus is a bitch. calculus might not be so bad in the end, but I have a feeling that I might be in over my head just a tad when it comes to physics. no good =(.
i know my teacher is trying to prepare us for the test, so we have to figure things out on our own. i guess maybe i'm too used to being "spoon-fed" education. a frightening thought indeed.
i feel the urge to separate myself from the masses at Natomas because they're all so stupid and superficial. but then again, part of me just wants to blend in because I get a bunch of crap all the time.
i think i shall die this year...haha
1. AP Calculus - Hedrick
2. Spanish 3 - Ward
3. AP U.S. History - Wilkerson
4. AP Physics - Knestrick
5. Computers 1 - Daniels
6. Honors English - Finch
that's a crapload of AP honors classes. im scared...haha
- Mood:
exhausted - Music:"Age" by Pistolita
i miss the kid who had the lisp on Tower of Terror who made the joke about me "losing a loved one like myself...."
i miss the random guy outside AstroBlaster who the tour group lady chastised for not giving me a hug. ahahaha....
i miss the cooooolest, most random gay guy i think i've ever met. hehe...good way to end a tour.
i miss helping the best-EVER picture taker in California Adventure fill his quota for the day (seriously though, he took about eight pictures of me every time he saw me). and talking to him about "daddy's girls" and other things....
i miss being helped into Storybook Canal boats when I didn't need any help at all.....=)
i miss tigger trying to hook me up with people...AHAHA. seriously though....tigger dragged this guy into the picture when he saw that i thought he was cute.
i miss my frat boy who asked me if he'd seen me in some psychology class at Irvine....haha good times in those 40 minute lines....
i miss the second cooooooooolest Indy-boy. the "cuter one" according to the people i was with. ahaha
but most of all i miss this guy:
cool to talk to and make fun of "skanky dye jobs" with
random as hell (even though he can't hold a camera to save his life)
and the best "hug-giver" in Disneyland. (even though i only got hugs from four of the workers who worked there.....ahaha.)
sorry....im in a random mood and i had to get that out of my system.
goodnight =)
"girls night out" was super fun.....
cute boys = good dancers = fun times
nothing serious or anything like that.
i just needed to get out and have some fun to forget my troubles, and dancing the night away with zabrina totally took care of that.
oh...i cleaned my room today. first time in five years. yeah...that's something isn't it?
goodnight....=)
maybe tomorrow will be semi-decent for a change compared to these last couple weeks....
<3
i really did.
until the moment came where all i needed was an escape for one night. one place to crash and MAYBE (it was optional for christ's sake) a shoulder to cry on.
so you people tell me that i can call "anytime" come over "anytime" and you'll be there. provide an escape.
well you didn't did you?
so yeah....thanks a lot.
i always wondered what it would be like to view the world from an outsider's perspective and now i know.
okay so that's a bit dramatic, but it suits my mood as of this moment.
EXHIBIT A:
im not going to write your name down because you don't deserve to be brought into this. this is nothing bad about you. honestly.
to be perfectly honest i could NEVER picture you with a girlfriend. ever.
except maybe me.
but then you got a girlfriend.
and guess what? you fell in love. and im so insanely happy for you it's not even funny.
you were always the "emotionless" one. the "rock" that i always called when it came to my problems because you could make me laugh at ANYTHING and no matter how big my problem seemed to me, you always made it seem like petty nonsense, which you still do btw.
except now there's a difference between me and you: you're in love. you found someone that you're going to stay with.
and now im on the outside looking in at you, wondering how on earth i could ever be that happy.
and jesus christ you know the funny thing? my dad is going to read this and he's going to overanalyze the crap out of me and misinterpret everything i say and try to connect it and have a "big talk" with me about this. either that or send my mom to do it. or call my sister and have her do it since he doesn't understand me sometimes.
but now i don't care who the hell reads this because im truely that pissed off at the world.
and you know something else that's funny?
im going to go around for probably about another week feeling this tornado of emotions inside of me, and im going to try and cover up everything that i'm feeling, but it's not going to work, because im pretty fucking transparant when it comes to feeling emotions strongly. but no one is going to respond to this, call me to see what's going on, or know how to deal with this, because i'm too intense for my own good and im too much of a drama queen. i don't realize how good i have it and how spoiled i am.
did you hear the one about that spoiled bitch who SHOULD have been happy, but really felt like she wanted to claw at the walls until her fingernails ripped off? who felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, but didn't for fear of making an idiot of herself?
yeah.....i have......
My eyes watch yours
When you walk by
A shiver runs down my spine
Even though you just used a corny pick-up line
When it comes to being a jerk
You win the gold
Yet my feelings for you
Just won't turn cold
I admit I'm a goldfish
And that I've done wrong
But what can we do?
We were together for so long
I admit that I've changed
But you have as well
Why can't we just go back to the days
Before we started this hell?
You've done a pretty good job
Of pissing me off
But in all seriousness,
You can still make my heart go soft
i want to be a girl worthy of being spoiled by her boyfriend
i want to be a girl who will be loved unconditionally because of her personality
i want to be a girl who's boyfriend feels comfortable holding her from behind in public
i want to be a girl who gets her hand kissed
i want to be a girl who smiles easily
i want to be the girl who falls asleep on the couch next to her boyfriend easily
i want to be the girl who my boyfriend can trust
i want to be the biggest fan sitting in the front row while the band plays
i want to be the biggest fan sitting in the bleachers, watching him play
i want to be the girl who he comes to visit during shows, soccer games, or to random practices at the rink
i want to be the girl who's boyfriend drives and has a car of his own
i want to be the girl who can visit her boyfriend at work
i want to be the girl who has a boyfriend that she can take home to her family with confidence
i want to be the girl whith an open-minded boyfriend who doesn't care that im buddhist
i want to be someone who is open-minded and easy to talk to
i want to be somewhat controlled by the relationship
i want to be two peas in a pod with my boyfriend schedule-wise
i want to be a disney girl and not be made fun of
i want to be genuinely gorgeous no matter what
i want to be the one who congratulates my boyfriend for making it all on his own
i want to be tired without having to worry about making my boyfriend mad
i want to be the girl getting KICK ASS massages from her boyfriend
i want to be taken care of
i want to be hypnotized by beautiful eyes
i want to be romanced by a young Clark Gable, Carey Grant, Humphrey Bogart, Gene Kelly, or Fred Astair
i want to be the girl who gets along with her bofyriends family
i want to be unafraid to approach my boyfriend while he is with his guy friends
i want to be laid back
i want to be the girl who a guy feels relaxed enough to dance in front of
i want to be a girl worthy of a guy taking time on his appearance
i want to be the girlfriend who gets compliments on her boyfriend being amazingly fit
i want to be the girl who gets little random surprises
i want to be the girl who's boyfriend takes her out dancing
i want to be a girl who can have fun with her boyfriend on vacation no matter where the location is
i want to be a shop-a-holic and not have to worry
i want to be enchanted by a gorgeous smile with good teeth
i want to be amazed by how much my boyfriend loves life
i want to be the balance in a guy's life between his career and everything else
i want to be the type of girl that a guy KNOWS he wants to be with
i want to be the girl who's boyfriend cooks for her on special occasions
i want to be trustworthy
i want a guy who will show me off
i want a guy who will spoil me
i want a guy who will love me unconditionally
i want a guy who will not be afraid to hold me from behind in public
i want a guy who will kiss my hand
i want a guy to make me smile
i want a guy who i can hold on the couch and fall asleep on the couch with
i want a guy who won't be so overprotective of me
i want a guy who is in a band
i want a guy who is pretty damn athletic (it doesn't really matter what sport)
i want a guy who will come to my shows, the rink occasionally, and some of my soccer games
i want a guy who drives and has his own car
i want a guy with a job
i want a guy who gets along with my family easily
i want a guy who will not care that i am buddhist
i want a guy who i am always completely open with and am not afraid to talk to
i want a guy to be somewhat controlling of the relationship
i want a guy who has pretty much as busy a schedule as i have because he will understand me more
i want a guy who won't make fun of me for being a disney girl
i want a guy who i always feel sexy in front of
i want a guy who has made it on his own and hasn't had everything handed to him on a silver platter
i want a guy who will be able to deal with me being tired all the time
i want a guy who can give KICK ASS massages
i want a guy with money (or at least enough money to take care of me)
i want a guy with eyes that hypnotize me
i want a guy who is romantic in the style of Carey Grant, Humphrey Bogart, Fred Astair, and Clark Gable
i want a guy who doesn't have a crazy family
i want a guy who isn't afraid to be the same person with his guy friends as he is with me
i want a guy who is laid back
i want a guy who is a GREAT dancer and who isn't afraid to dance in public
i want a guy who takes care of himself and his appearance
i want a guy who stays in excellent shape and physical condition
i want a guy who will surprise me with random presents often
i want a guy who will take me out dancing
i want a guy who will take me on vacations to funfun spots
i want a guy who i can shop for/who will have the money so that i can shop alot
i want a guy with good teeth and a wicked smile
i want a guy who loves life and nature
i want a guy who isn't completely career oriented, i want a guy with balance
i want a guy to be decisive, and know what he wants
i want a guy who is able to cook so that i don't always have to
i want a guy who will be devoted to me, but not too paranoid
and yeah....i know that there's SOOOOOOOOOOOO much more, but that's all for now. what do you think? i'm crazy.....right?
- Location:markis' room
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:random video game music
The stigma of the fashion world is to value only tall and thing body types. This characteristic of the fashion world is not good, since there are several other attractive body types the world has to offer. It is also not a good stigma to have, because certain clothes look good on certain body types. There is no "perfect" body type; everything is a matter of opinion. It is vital for the fashion industry to incorporate models with more variety in their appearances in the media and marketing area. This is an important step to take, because people may not be able to recreate these appearances in themselves. This may not seem like such a bad thing at first, but when women try to make themselves look like these images they see in the media, drastic consequences can occur. Women can develop eating disorders when they try to make themselves look like these models. For example, women who want to be as skinny as certain models can develop anorexia, because they think that not eating will make them more skinny. The fashion industry could achieve more diversity in the models it uses in several ways; from creating new modeling agencies that are more open to different body types and appearances to showing companies that real people don't necessarily look the way the models on the runway do. The fashion industry could also make this change by making a point that not all clothes look good on certain body types and by promoting the fact that confidence in one's self is a true mark of being beautiful. If the fashion industry makes this change, the confidence of women everywhere would probably skyrocket, because they would no longer feel the urge to conform to the standards of beauty that the fashion industry is trying to promote.
To buy some new clothes
She sees things she likes
And thinks, "I want some of those!"
But they don't have her size
Or anything close
Even though she's an 8
So it seems she must take a dose
Of some diet pill
If she wants to fir
Into this ensemble
She'll have to shrink-just a bit!
"I don't look like a model,
I'm not skinny at all!"
She thinks to herself
And a tear starts to fall
She sees clips of a runway show
As she leaves the store
Now she wants to lose that weight
Even more
But she thinks to herself,
"No woman I know looks like that,
I think it's these models
That make me feel fat."
"If designers made clothes
For girls all around,
Then I think
More customers for these designers could be found."
"Beauty isn't universal,
It's only skin deep.
If women had confidence in themselves,
These designers' looks would be complete."
who in their right mind stays up this late at night listening to 107.9 and actually notices and tries to figure out what type of system they have to play their music overnight, because between 11:30 PM and 1:59 AM because they actually notice that they are hearing songs over and over again.
i swear. there's something wrong with me (in a good way this time). but wtf....i know all the words to "bad day" now. blah....that kinda sucks considering i can't stand that song. but whatever...it's okay.
*edit* WTFFFFF this is the third time I've heard "Temperature" by Sean Paul. um......is it bad that i've been listening to this radio station for this long? i swear....if i don't get this biology essay done soon i'm going to shoot somebody.
so i've been doing lots of thinking about me and james. aka poodle. blah....wtf? why do i always give code names to the things that frustrate me? blah...whatever. from now on he's known as poodle, because i don't feel like writing his name over and over again.
so wtf....poodle is a jerk. so why am i still attracted to him? trust me....all mis amigos at school have been trying to figure that one out for days now. i can quote pretty much all of them....
"He's everything we talked about and were worried about Syd....so just forget about him!"
"He's just a freshman...don't trip over that...."
"He doesn't know what he's missing....do you want me to kick his ass?"
"I swear that boy does NOT know what a dumbass he's being...."
and so on and so forth. blah blah blah. shut the fuck up because yeah....just do that. please. do me that favor so that i don't have to go off on you. wtf more later maybe i have to finish this retarded report for mcfadden. that's the one thing i can't stand about her class is the freakin analytical essays. i don't WANT to analyze how much i've learned and how i learned it...thank you very much.
wtf i want to go to a party and dance.
- Location:in the office
- Mood:
blah - Music:some hiphop song called "Me and You"
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