KYLIE

May. 9th, 2011 04:09 am
ivyette: (Kylie IP 3D)
I've had a horrifically busy weekend. All week my mother and I cooked/baked for a family brunch on Saturday, which started at 11 and didn't end until about 9. I'd spent Friday night watching Monster High webisodes until 3 AM because I am stupid, so I didn't get much sleep plus I think I'm battling a slight sinus infection? I can't really tell. I went swimming and played whatever it is you play when you have raquets and beat the little plastic ball thing over a net, plus I threw/kicked a football and played with a frisbee thing. I am terrible at all of these games. Then Boyfriend and I went to Chili's and then chilled at his house watching Oddities until like 3, because we are stupid.

Then on Sunday, which was today, I had to get up early again (see? STUPID) for another brunch, this time a fancy expensive buffet at a country club. Which was good. There's loads of food I like there, so I was happy.

THEN IT WAS KYLIE TIME. Moar! )

ANYWAY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO THE MAMAS ON MY FLIST.

K BAI. <3
3:54 AM

Olympics

Feb. 13th, 2010 12:34 am
ivyette: (Beatles)
I forgot to say in the squee post, but RIP Nodar Kumaritashvili. There's no good time to die, but right before you get your big chance on the world stage has got to be among the very worst.

He's also a year and a day younger than me, which freaks me right the hell out.

And also makes me feel pretty lame, because I'm never going to the Olympics.


And also, if you're a gmail user, please read this: http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/850241.html if you value your privacy.

-ivybolympianflower@12:34 AM

Bleh

Jan. 11th, 2010 07:03 am
ivyette: (Beatles)
IT'S 17.1 DEGREES OUTSIDE AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING

When the temperature outside is lower than my age, there is a problem here.

I'm afraid of my room. You can actually feel arctic wind blowing out of it. My mother even felt it. She asked if I had a fan on. I did not.

AND OUR HEATER ISN'T WORKING CORRECTLY.

I'm making out my will as we speak. I will not survive this.


Oh, and in Snowwatch 2010 news: We actually DID get flurries on Saturday, but I MISSED IT. We apparently mostly got sleet tho, so I guess I didn't miss much. STILL. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

The sun isn't out yet. Hopefully things will get warmer then. I am not holding out much hope though.

On the plus side, we're having chili tonight. When I was taking prednisone, chili is what I ate like a freaking fiend (that stuff made me eat like a pig and bloat up... and I'm still bloated :()

Mmmmchili. Not so mmm, cold weather :(

-7:03 AM

P.S. HIIII ONTD_AI FRIENDS!




oh hai

8:47 AM:
It's 27 degrees now. Oh, well, in THAT case...



sigh.

Sad

Nov. 29th, 2009 10:38 pm
ivyette: (Beatles)
RIP George :(

58 is too young to die, especially when you're cool and can better the world just by existing.


...that's not a great memorial, really, but I don't think he would have gone for anything sappier, so.

-10:36 PM

P.S. WHERE DID 8 YEARS GO?? (he died 8 years ago today.)

P.P.S. Megan Joy from AI season 8 released a song today and it is SO GOOD and so much better than she was on the show. OMG.

:(

Sep. 20th, 2009 10:31 pm
ivyette: (Hedwig)
The Emmy's just did the anual deathmarch of death. I sobbed. They used that Sarah Mchsjahdja song (not the angels one, the I will remember you one) and she actually sang it on stage.

Earlier this evening I had to leave the room when Kristen Chenowith won and started to cry. Since when have I been THIS emotional??

-10:33 PM

Death

Jun. 26th, 2009 01:40 am
ivyette: (Hedwig)
RIP Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett.
My personal Farrah memory would have to be the fact that she was in the Brave Little Toaster's second sequel... playing a faucet. Her son played the little squirty thing next to the faucet. They were both actually really good voice actors. And, of course, she had iconic hair, and I have to respect that. Very sad :(

-1:41 AM

:(

Dec. 12th, 2008 03:58 am
ivyette: (Hedwig)
Aldo died :(

Bad day

Aug. 19th, 2008 02:02 am
ivyette: (Hedwig)
Today is not a good day. My grandmother's bird (who is 28) may be dying, and I've lost one of my very favorite pendants (the fake bottlecap with the gold glitter and yellow flower, in case you might remember it.)
I'm in denial about Aldo, but I AM SO FREAKING PISSED ABOUT MY PENDANT. If I don't find it, BITCHES WILL BE CUT. AND WE'RE HAVING A HURRICANE TOMORROW SO IF IT'S OUTSIDE IT'LL BE GONE FOREVER @#($&(@#&$()!@$&Z(@!)))))))$$&*Z*@#$Z&$*@#^$&*@#^&$^@#7846z782364z78^$Z&@#^Z!Z

-2:04 AM
ivyette: (Hedwig)
So it doesn't take much to make me content lately. Today I got new shampoo, new conditioner, new underwear, and new bras. I've recently gotten new toothpaste and new deodorant. I am ecstatic. I love being clean and comfortable, and apparently that's all it takes for me to be happy.

We got Petey back from the cremation place the other day. It's the world's smallest urn ever. We've actually gotten sympathy cards. As for me, I haven't cried my eyes out in two days but I still feel like I've been hit by a truck. Allergy season and a severe lack of proper sleep aren't helping. I've been organizing all of our digital pictures (I could have sworn there were more!) and cuddling the stuffed Hedwig I got for my birthday.
The breeder we got Petey from said in a few months there should be new birdies and we can have one then. I think I'll be ready by then.

I still can't listen to music though. Someday I'll be able to again.
-1:19 AM
ivyette: (Individual)
They're going to do the annual people who died thing soon, and I am going to cry so hard for all of these people who died that I don't even know, because I have a HUUUUUUUGE HEADACHE AND I HAVEN'T SLEPT FOR MORE THAN LIKE AN HOUR AT A TIME FOR LIKE THREE DAYS NOW I AM SO TIRED AND ACHY AND waaaaaaah crying comes soon, is what I'm saying.

-10:59 PM

Sigh

Oct. 24th, 2007 04:53 am
ivyette: (Individual)
I hate it when I have such beautiful dreams about people I can never see again. I hate it more when I wake up.

I miss you, Uncle John.

-4:45 AM
ivyette: (Liv)
It's been four years since I was confronted with the news of George Harrison's death, and let me tell you, it feels like it's been ten. It seems like he's been gone forever... and also like he died yesterday. I miss him. Rest in peace, oh one with many garden gnomes.*

Speaking of death, [livejournal.com profile] sapphsmum has had a death in her family, so I'd like to take this opportunity to offer my condolences and lots of hugs.

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I finally made decent fudge. It was a boxed mix, though, and it doesn't taste like fudge. It tastes like firm chocolate frosting. Please note that this is not a bad thing. The mix... well, I could do the same thing myself without the box, lol.

Today I couldn't take a shower (phobia number 1346: being struck by lightning in the shower, while naked and thus nastified) because there was a storm. So I spent the time I would normally spend sleeping in the shower getting ready. My excuse for having hair that would make Medusa say "whoa" and the fact that there isn't enough time to dry it before I go to school AND brush it is usually my shower, but today since I didn't take one I had to do SOMETHING. Unfortunately, my hair is in supreme need of deep conditioning and a good de-dreadlocking, and it's nearly impossible to do dry on three hours of sleep, so I wore a bun and massive amounts of hairspray. I'm serious: there was enough hairspray on my head to hold up a 7-eleven WITHOUT GUNS. (Alternative lame joke: There was enough hairspray on my head to hold up all of the Bronx, without thug backup.)
I also had to like... give myself a sponge bath. Yes, you can get struck by lightning just by being near the sink, but I figured being dressed and struck by lightning > being naked and struck by lightning. Besides, I kept wetting the washcloth and then jumping back. I must have been funny-looking.

The whole point of that ridiculous bit of rambling is that I declared today "Tenth-grade-me" dress-up day, since I didn't used to take morning showers all those years ago (obscure George Harrison reference), and I wore clothes from then and jewelry from then, from back when Claire's sale rack didn't suck (in fact, back when they actually sold rings I liked) and some plastic bracelets, a la my 9th grade self (Mr. Myers once asked me exactly how much time it took to put all of them on) and I kind of even smelled like I did then. It's a little disconcerting to think of the way I used to be.... I kind of miss it.

So, to wrap up this entry: life is pretty much the way it's always been.
Also, today my Algebra II teacher brought up how proud of me she was for my 104%. (There were two higher grades, a 107 and a 121. I really have no idea how this kid got a 121.) The thing is, it kind of came out of nowehere. The kids nearby were comparing their grades, and she was all "WELL SHE GOT A 104!!!!!!! I WAS SO PROUD!!" she even did a little dance. ...My class is kind of weird. I haven't mentioned how much I loathe my classmates yet in here, but I do. I love Mrs. Alleyne, but... I dunno. I just hate the rest of them.
At the end of class, Mrs. A. told me that she's gotten used to me having good grades now, which means I have to like, study. And do homework.
I had a 61 (or 62?) at progress report time, and she said with some work and my lowest test grade (a 42- 41?- on the same material as the 104 test- I don't get it either) dropped, I could get a C, but I think with some more work, more turned in homework, and the lowest test grade dropped, I could get a B. I B! ...I doubt it though. But, you know, I'll take the C over a borderline failing grade anytime :D

Oh, and I got an awesome idea for a story- I just wish someone else would write it. I've got Crime and Punishment AND Wuthering Heights to read, so I don't have time for my own thoughts and ideas. I can't wait until high school is over so I can devote my brainpower to these ideas I have that never materialize because I'm trying to wrap my brain around pointless school stuff.


-Ivyette @ 12:31 AM

*The cover of his first solo album, All Things Must Pass, features, among other things, garden gnomes.
ivyette: (Individual)
I just had some rice-a-roni; for dinner, I had some leftover homemade pizza. You know, this whole "solid-foods" thing is really quite nice once you get the hang of it. :)
My stomach is being bratty, however. It doesn't like solid food anymore (it's so spoiled.) So it says to me, "Damn you woman I thought we already discussed this!" so I said, "Yeah, so? I work the mouth and the hands, you have no control over that. And besides, YOU were growling!"
"So? Besides- I have control over the GAG REFLEX! And the REGIURGITATION! BWA-HA-HA!" And so she proceeded to make me very uncomfortable, feeling as though the rice stuff didn't agree with me. I have not, however, thrown up (yay) so she was just threatening me. I think I have my stomach under control, though.
SOLID FOOD FOREVER!

Paul McCartney, on an album he made that has Micheal *shudder* Jackson, had a stunning revelation:

"I know... that one and one... makes two."
-Paul McCartney

Wow, let's all bow down. :)
<3 Paul

I feel the need to come clean- wow, what's with all the confessions lately? Anyway, I have, have, HAVE to say this.
There was a (short) period where I hated John Lennon. I mean, I was loath to think of him, I threw things at him, I cried, I felt betrayed. I felt like he did it just to bother me. I was so angry with him. It was because I found out that when he was young, he was mean to cripples and old people and liked to draw deformed babies and stuff, and that he cheated with his wife with over 300 women- one of which I was a fan of, Eleanor Bron, the lady from Help! (her sister was the one being sacrificed. Remember?) well, I was upset with him and I hated him and he was kicked out of his top spot.
Of course, I got over it, did a three page report on him from memory, and now I love him more than anything (except, like, my family and friends and that stuff.)
<3333 John
<3 Ringo
<3 George
Ok. One last thing.
Another "family" member dropped dead. He was my God-forsaken aunt's first husband and I met him once, and I liked him, but I never knew him during the time when he was my "uncle". My aunt got remarried to a bastard and I hate him and they stole thousands upon thousands of dollars from my grandfather, leaving my parents in debt. Apparently she hates decent guys, but anyway, I think my father will be upset... he's known this guy for like EVER and they're like brothers... I hope my father will be ok.
Ok, by the way, add him to my list of cancer deaths. Sigh.

Ivyette @ 11:52 PM

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