couldn’t have said it better myself… just finished the series with my bro, and SO DISAPPOINTED


a year…. oh time

5:32 PM 
me: haha
45 minutes
6:18 PM 
davy: o
me: u like being hugged ?
davy: no
i didn feel anything
me: k
davy: someone told me and i noticd
me: then y u elbow me
yeah sure
davy: then i elbowed u
me: __
fun while it lasted
6:20 PM 
davy: o
u gonna ty again
me: try?
what do u mean try
6:21 PM 
davy: try
me: but i did?
it wasnt a try
davy: ok…
u gonna do it again…
me: idk
its awkward
6:22 PM 
davy: o
6:23 PM 
me: isnt it?
6:24 PM 
davy: idk
6:25 PM 
me: o
gtg b on at 9?
davy: k
me: 🙂
6:26 PM 
davy: and u got upgraded from random person to chat with when bored to PLEASE DONT HURT ME

FOE hair ties

the name sounds epic, no?

fold over elastic. still as exciting? no uh, yeah, because im semi reviewing it 😛


  • cheap
  • takes about 10 seconds each
  • omg. lighter. FIRE!!!!1 (or fray check, of course, which i desperately need)
  • pretties ❤

so, ZIMZALABIM. vat, i cant make bad movie references? saw the new oz movie with Grammar Nazi and Mrs. Leung. three words: horrible green screen.

anyways, i just have to get my hands on some FOE and hopefully Micheals has some…  THEN YOU WILL WITNESS THE EPIC UPRISING OF MY HAIR ELASTICS!

yeah that’s all.


I really love and feel it. At least the places i can hear/understand legitly.
High dive into frozen waves
where the past comes back to life
Fight fear for the selfish pain
And it’s worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash
Cause we both know how this ends
our clock ticks till it breaks your glass
And I drown in you again

Cause you are the piece of me
I wish I didn’t need
Chasing relentlessly
Still fight and I don’t know why

If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy
If our love’s insanity why are you my clarity

walk on through a red parade
And refuse to make amends
It cuts deep through our ground
And makes us forget all common sense
Don’t speak as I try to leave
Cause we both know what we’ll choose
If you pull, then I’ll push too deep
And I’ll fall right back to you

Cause you are the piece of me
I wish I didn’t need
Chasing relentlessly
Still fight and I don’t know why

If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy
If our love’s insanity why are you my clarity

…Why are you my remedy
…Why are you my remedy

If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy
If our love’s insanity why are you my clarity

Turkish Bakalavidk


ok, before you all start hating, these things are the most delishous pastries i have ever come across in my whole entire life. so fucking good. here is a recipe. and i swear, if i ever get my hands on a jumbo box of these, you will see me go hyper like i have never touched methamphetamine in my life. which is true stop worrying. you know what, i think i love it more than shrimp dumplings. and possibly honeybunches. possibly.  


im out of titles

remind me to nevar evar take a break from blogging. the stats are revolting T_T

so, uh, ive been busy lately (read: procrastinating) and havent been capable of typing. (ITS A LIE) *rolls around in new post* my url, again, is please remember that thank you 🙂

i thought i had a lot to say. i have never been so wrong. will have a horrible english test tomorrow so im kinda hyperventilating. im not sure if im masking it well or not, but ive been super tired. no amounts of vanilla chai can wake me up. then again, chai is green tea, which has minimal amounts of caffeine. *dies*  

oh yeah this picture



it is so freaking adorable. its from star wars (duh) when jabba the hut threw luke into the pit through his trap door, he escaped the monster after smashing the door on it. it’s owner was shot crying over the beast. i guess this is their story. adorables. ❤

unlike my life. hope i made you rotfl, allama ❤

Poetry for Money

My awful English teacher is requiring all of us to make a poetry book. Filled with poetry. And because I am fearless and shit, here it is. Please, if you visit it, comment here and give me some pointers. WordPress is, without a doubt, home of the best writers on the internet. So, I did some digging, and voila~ The internet says that Miss. Chaos can become a millionaire with a single elegy. Of course, my initial reaction was “HOLY FUCK SIGN ME UP.” Then I realized there was fine print. I didn’t read it, but still, fine goddamn print. All the deals look great. All the sites that accept the poetry and pay you look look authentic. But the cake is a lie. (One of my great poems!) Guys, please confirm these for me. Pleeeease confirm these. MY LIFE AS A POET IS DISAPPERATING AS I KNOW IT. Horrible. I am using A+ grammar, minus my little outbursts. Please. And I was going to rant about some other topic, but I forgot. Brain. Fart. 


the gel pen of chaos….. shall live on

i cant do this anymore. i need somewhere to share my fantasies. i really miss blogging. all day long, i would make mental lists about all the things that would get me 30+ views. and then i remembered the moron that spoiled my art. speaking of that moron….

i dont forgive you. i wont forget you either. <THIS IS ONE BLOGGABLE TOPIC. THE EXTENT OF FORGIVENESS> i dont understand you either. why the hell would you show your mater the poisonous thoughts of a 13 year old lunatic? and why didnt you consider that fact that your parents know mine? youre like that retarded jessica girl who cheated in science. you. have. no. idea. what. trouble. you. get yourself. and. others. into. do you know what i did after i posted my last post? i cried. i cried a goddamn river. do you know why? no, of course not. moron. i cried because nothing ever goes smoothly for me. nothing. i cant even type shit on the internet without being reported. so i think i hate you. i think i hate you very much.

thank you, allama, for loving my blog. you too, mrs. leung, even though youve been too anime obsessed lately. without my precious gpoc, my internet life was so fucking boring. i would 9gag for 20ish minutes, aywas for 20ish minutes, beastkeeper for 10ish minutes, and then id be out of entertainment. i have to go read chuck norris facts now. i promise i will make up for my absence. i will humor the shit out of you. or at least i will humor the shit out of you by trying desperately hard to humor the shit out of you.

welcome back, emma