Death By Biology

For all of you who are going to take biology next year, best of luck. So many long words. Ok, first person to define all of the following words correctly will get a prize on the first day of school.

1. adenosine triphosphate 
2. phosphoglucoisomerase 
3. ribulose bisphosphate carboxylase oxygenase
4. plastoquinone oxidoreductase. 

Anyways, hope at least someone attempts it.

Obsessions

Things I am obsessing over at the moment:

Pinterest
most amazing thing ever.

Arrow
Best show ever. I watches both seasons in 2 weeks. That is 34.5 total hours.
I am in love with Olicity, and if you dont know how perfect they are together watch this and read this. Because Oliver and Felicity are amazing and I just cannot express in words how perfectly perfectly perfect they are...
And of course Barry Allen is amazing (*random spasm because i am so freakishly excited*) so I am also obsessing over...

The Flash
trailer here

Polaroids
I neeed a polaroid because they are so beautiful. I'll have the Instax mini 8 in blue, please. Oh, yeah... feel free to throw in the mini 90 too. And dont forget 1000 packs of film :)

Big Sur
Oh my god! I am going in one week! sooo excited it is so beautiful! (photos from pinterest)

And more...

Cheer for Portugal

Everyone, cheer for Portugal. The better Portugal does against Ghana, the more chance the U.S. has of advancing.
And please hope that the U.S. holds up well against Germany and doesn't concede very many goals.

Like a Direct TV Ad

(because every once in a while I have a great idea for a post)

When the weather gets warm, summer begins
When summer begins, school ends
When school ends, I have lots of free time
Because I have lots of free time and it's warm, I go swimming
After I go swimming, I have to wash my hair
When I wash my hair, I use up 45 minutes of my life
And because I washed my hair, I missed out on some other fun and relaxing thing I should have been doing instead

And this is one reason I dislike summer.

Procrastination

Fact: I'm leaving on Sunday
Fact: I'll be gone for 3.5 weeks
Fact: I'm only half way done packing

Reason: Procrastination
Why do I procrastinate now?

But seriously, who likes packing?
By the way, if anyone has any good tips for fitting more clothes and things in one suitcase, please let me know....

That Feeling

You sit there, knowing there's something you should do, you could do. But you don't. Too much work? Too lazy. Music gets old. There's a few, the ones who have been left behind back in San Diego, people to talk to, but even you don't attempt a conversation. Time ticks. A few minutes have passed, which you spent simply breathing. The internet is yours to surf, but there's nothing to see. Throughout the school year, you think, "how exciting, to be able to do this, this, and this, after everything is over and it's finally summer" but now you think, "what did I want to do, again?". Make no mistake; you're not asking to go back to school. Perhaps just the perks of school- the social aspect? Nevertheless, you still sit there, pondering what to do. First world problems...why won't my phone charge faster? Why didn't I plan more to do this summer? Oh right. Summer is the three months you have to relax, to unwind. To sleep. To stay up late, to sleep in. To eat. To try new foods, to attempt to cook without burning down the house. To cry, to laugh, to experience (hinting at watching and reading TFIOS). Try new things you've never done, you were never brave enough to do or kept pushing aside since you didn't have the time. And that's what I'm planning to do, and what I'll try to do this summer, before high school, before everything changes and becomes serious. Woah, it looks like my attitude just completely changed writing this post!

--Audrey

This post was completely written out of boredom.

Who Are You? Why?

Who are you to decide when my summer starts?
Who are you to decide what I do with my days?
Who are you to decide who my friends are, what my life means?
Who are you to decide?
It's my future, not yours. It's not my fault you screwed yours up. Doesn't mean you get to take mine. "You don't get another chance, life is no nintendo game"(Eminem).

In the end, it's not who, but why?
Why is Spain losing to Chile? (seriously, I picked Spain to win, and they are failing..)
Why is 3.5 weeks such a long time?
Why don't they play basketball in Jamaica?
Why is the United States in such a hard group for pool play?
Why won't Caleb get a mohawk?

Why?

(There's also when and how and what, but they aren't significant)

Shout out to all the College Boards that think I am a Wack-job

I have to do this
Otherwise I will not sleep well tonight
Because I'll run I'll flee
But in the middle of flight
I'll be caught and
be laughed at
as I sit in five-minute crash course
of how-to-be-a-good-sanitation-engineer

all due to my blogposts during the very tediously stretchy summer between the eight and ninth grade

So dear College Boards
If you've dug this up
As you probably have
Just believe me
I'm not sociopathic or psychopathic or any other crazy

I am simply a tiny bit caught-between activities
of writing in CTY
and I just finished a depressing book
(cancer books kill me)
so I'm here venting my brain as it runs marathons
up
and
down

my blood vessels

and through the wiring in the radio

and across the shimmering computer screen

I promise I'm sane

please don't X me out with a red pen in your left (or right hand)

Oh WOAH! never mind it's 2018 now, you're probably using fancy technology to
decide I'm crazy

But maybe you'll realize I'm not

Thank you

Reindeer gets abused by Saint Nick in Croatian Supermall

it has been brought to my attention that it can be of a severe annoyance to all of you folk to have my incredibly futuristic writings displayed on the blog

it has been portrayed through facetime with the president of Gynecologists Unite that there have been a few eyebrow-raising predicaments brought forth by my lucrative essays

an email was received by me from you saying that you would like me to stop being me so that you could not read work by me instead just you would write and then me would be sad

someone told me there were free red-velvet carrot-spinach cakes on sale in Tahiti, this was a scam to get me to stop writing my writings

I did find some rather tasty red-velvet carrot spinach cupcakes in Tahiti with the president of Gynecologists-Unite while trying a new form of expression.



Opera kills brain cells




disclaimer: I have no proof that opera kills braincells

The Enigma of the Having-been-snatched Peanuts Becomes Fairy Feces

Concerning the mental stability of the patient we need to go on with Plan 678,576,244,564

 

which translates into

 

death

with side effects of purple locks, blue books, Taylor Swift CDs, buckets of rose thorns, and a carload of deep, dark, earthly, natural, soothing, relaxing, spiritually-enhancing

 

 

fairy poop

 

 

 

aren't you proud, this title actually has a smidge of sense to it

 

 

Cohesive Thinking makes Cupcakes Chew Unicorns and Piglets Snort Sprinkles

a very un-average person asked the following question:
         "how"
and I replied, as the kind, generous, warm-hearted, happy-holiday, spirited kinsfolk I am,
          "have you read tfios"
and it (the person, not valid of a s/he) responded with a nonchalant, blasé voice
           "of course"
and so I (properly referred to as Miss at all times) constructed the following sentence

  To think that an individual of your horridly abysmal intellect could dare try to conjure the thought of asking 'how' is utterly shocking and I, please call me Miss, deserve an apology from your dying, blue lips as you try to float in the world, a world you'll die in, thanks to your faults of cheating and lying and prying and pretending and being a snitch, and I will always, as always, laugh at your menace, but not in my face, for my eyes tell a story, one you'll never catch; so try to squeeze a word out of your mouth, roll it off your tongue, and say, "I'm sorry I'm a bitch, my mother made me this way," and as always I answer in a perfectly snobbish tone, "your mother was a lady, you're the one who fell off of the throne" and you'll cry, like the worthless dust speck you are, and weep "please, i'm just trying to play the part" and I'll cackle, but truly, not to your face, again with eyes, in my off-fashion way, and trying not to slap or pinch or jab I will formulate the statement, the statement of your end, 'girl, you're falling from a very large height and cliff with a gradient of universal measure, a number not understood by a peasant-minded fool like you, and you pushed yourself off the cliff, very hard, and you shoved yourself, there were only two hands, you're to blame for your shame and your screaming end, for you pulled the lever and slammed all the buttons, and you were the liar the pry-er the cheater, the slob who pretended to have something else, and you missed the point that we love you the way you are, and not the fake plastic tin foil wrapped robot you pretend to be, so please as you die remember that trash is only trash if you want to be and your enigma is gone if you




WOULD JUST
RECYCLE

Chickens eat Hens and Hens eat Trees and Trees eat Neanderthals

w

 a

  t

   e

    r

drips

and slips

  and kind of

pools

r

 e

  t

   a

    w

slides

and glides 

 and never

spreads

Death

d

  e

     a

       t

         h

just ends

  and ends

but kind of is

a memory

and a legacy

and a hope

and a light

and a chance for the future

and a chance for the fight

and a tool for the man

and a tool for the bright

yet a block for the screwed

yet a block for the shrewd

yet a 

    big step for mankind

and tiny leap for the moon

Bellagio Promenade

Under the whiteboard
And under the sky
And under the crust

We all wonder... why

A top the blood
and top the castle
and top the world and all it's hassle

Struck by the angry
and struck by the blind
and struck with the ignorance of the mind

We touch each other
And embrace
And sloooooowly depart
Soul from heart
and mice from men
and new divorcees
fighting the bed
always asking why
where are the keys


---alexandra

The Mysterious Un-ability to Disappear out of Focus and into Quantum Physics

In case you have never taken the few valuable-- oh so, so valuable-- seconds to consider the following topic. Please do so now, before reading this in depth doctorate thesis on the subject. The topic, being incredibly misconceptionalized (this is a new word, yet to be added to Merriam-Webster dictionary of word parts and words divorces and word marriages and word significant others,) is frail and, of course, as any of us, in our very extreme and specialized occupation, would understand, is not to be whispered nor murmured about in the back alleys of civilization and most definitely never mentioned in the presence of them, you know, them. Now, having reaffirmed the ground rules, rules we know oh-so-well, I would like to take into consideration the topic question of this thesis. The big, daunting, and impossibly invigorating (please, do not dwell over the paradox of that last phrase, it has risen to my attention the very literal inability to complete the stated task, so, please, give up, just keep reading this beautifully concocted piece) question we all ask. The question being: why? The topic being so crucial to the independence and liberty of our minds and the solution even more vital to our vitality (both physically and emotional) craves, with a hungry desire, the immediate and correct response to the question. Life as we know it is solely dependent on it. In the last conference at XXX we decided that, unlike previously thought, the problem differentiates from Part II. And to think we considered them the same. Shame. Utter shame. Using the suggested therapy and science we can officially decide that life can go on if we do it. It  is the only answer to our questions, and it most definitely answers the question, why. So, it is not 42, but it.

Thank you.

As Mutant Forefather I decree you worthy of being confused, as the peasant you are. But if you read deeply and breathe deeper you will understand

the worth


of


deodorant.

Bras

Hello people.
I would just like to discuss the subject about how the human male species likes to defer to their peers and subordinates and superiors and all those around them as "bras". Do you not find this practice abnormal (well, not since ALL guys - and some girls :O - do it), weird (calling people bras? excuse me?), and somewhat infuriating ("Whassup bra!" "Yo bra!" "How you doing bra?!?!?!")? Imagine this: A girl looking down (not mentioning where) and saying, "Hey, how's it going down there, bra, my girl?" Even Gracie has to admit this is weird.
So Jacquie and I have decided that guys are not calling each other BRAS but BRAHS. The spelling may vary, such as BRAUGH or BRAGH or BROUGH, as this word is purely fictional, but I would just like to clear up this wedgie-sensation of a situation. Thus, girls have BRAS and guys have BRAHS (since its easier to spell than braugh or whatnot). Just wanted to clear up the problem.
And there you have it.

Favorite Songs at the Moment

My favorite songs at the moment consist of wonderful mix of acoustic and indie rock and alternative.

Alex Turner- Best.Singer.Ever. His absolutely amazing and perfect voice combined with this mellow and acoustic feel - it makes magical things. it really does. (plus he's English - which automatically makes him 10x better)
Arctic Monkeys- (did i mention Alex Turner is the lead singer?) Indie Rock is fabulous and gives off a crazy cool vibe.
Vampire Weekend- awesome alternative songs and really random beats and sounds that are just different and bring a whole new level of amazingness to this music. the lyrics too are so splendidly vague it gives a special metaphorical mood to every song
Bright Eyes- I swear i have listened to these songs 100 times each in the last 2 weeks. I have my own playlist that plays them on repeat for hours on end. (this is how i survived late nights doing boring homework) They are perfect and absolutely amazing with this beautiful acoustic simplicity that is just too perfect for words.
Ed Sheeran- takes guitar and his voice and makes something magical. his unique rhythms and beautiful words and imagery (im starting to feel like im back in micolino's class analyzing literature)
Birdy- more acoustic and a change to my guy-singer and guy-band dominated playlists (grace this is unheard of!). I am really enjoying this little smidge of variety which came from the absolutely wonderful Fault in Our Stars movie soundtrack.

Summertime and Metaphorical Rants

And here we are, still writing on this little odd blog. Our normally abnormal mutant rants, weird obsessions, crazy experiences, and glimpses into our intensely creative and dangerous minds. There are these little moments of beauty and perfect harmony that show up in this big world, and it is our job to collect them and to keep them and to treasure them to make this life worth living. I feel like this blog does that. It preserves these little things that truly make all the diference. Life is composed of infinities. And as we know, some infinities are bigger than other infinities, and it is our job to live fully each of these tiny moments to create something bigger. To create a bigger sense of wonder and a pure love and amazement of the world around us.
Enough of the metaphorical rant.

It's nice to be back on this blog. And of course it's nice to be out of school. Did I mention that SCHOOL IS OUT! And SUMMER IS HERE! It's quite a relief to be free of tests and homework and studying and of course forever ridden of Micolino and Hartman and every other evil middle school teacher. And there's no more middle school. Muirlands Middle School. It was both a wonderful and fun place, as well as a sad and horrid place. Good and bad and everything inbetween it was a great adventure and I am nostalgic and excited and nervous and sad and happy to have left it and to continue on with our lives in high school. It's complicated

And now I find myself slipping into more deep psychological metaphorical madness.
So many times I look back on my past adventures and journeys and moments and realize just how beautiful and amazing they actually were. How wonderful my live was. But I think it is more important to realize how wonderful and amazing your life is now. How there are an infinite number of those little moments taking place presently in front of your own eyes, and how it is now that your life is beautiful. And I always forget this. I look into the past to find beauty while the present is truly a gift of beauty.

Life is pretty complicated right now. Actually it's complicated how simple it is (another contradicting paradox to fit in with our blog name). My summer plans consist of little more than television, sleeping, traveling, eating, and hanging with friends. And dont forget soccer and flute.
Anyways you could say school has left me in a trance and I am still in denial that it is over.

Love,
Gracie D

Dying in China

Hi, just going to say something. I'm going to live in (or maybe just visit every day) the slums in China (and we all know how stereo-typically bad they are) for two months, so if I get murdered or kidnapped or fatally injured or the likes (see what I omitted there?), I just want to say FAREWELL CHILDREN!
P.S. Take care of my cat for me, my mom will probably try to kill it.

World Cup

This is the first post that anyone will probably read in a long time. I'm writing this from home, but I won't be there for much longer. I'm leaving next Sunday for Jamaica, and I won't be back until mid-July. Although I will miss you guys dreadfully, I'm sure the beaches there will be amazing. For now, I'm exercising like crazy, and watching the FIFA World Cup of 2014.

Here is the schedule for the next two days, if anyone is interested:
Tomorrow:

Group E

	Switzerland		9:00 AM
	Ecuador

Group E

	France		12:00 PM
	Honduras

Group F

	Argentina		3:00 PM
	Bosnia and Herzegovina

Monday:

										Group G Germany 9:00 AM Portugal Group F Iran 12:00 PM Nigeria Group G Ghana 3:00 PM United States