Day Fail: Pretend this happened yesterday (now two days ago)

Well now. Tis new year's eve. Happy New Year's Eve, Alice.
Today I went on a date with liam. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
We met at panera's, and had lunch, consisting of a plain bagel (i'm terribly unoriginal, i'm afriad, see, i had just eaten breakfast at cara's and i wasn't really hungry but he hadn't eaten lunch and i didn't want him to feel awkward and like he couldn't eat just because i wasn't eating... you get?) and a turkey sandwich item, which we both acknowledged was terribly disgusting.
then we walked around for a while, past the middle school (discussing how much we hated it) and he climbed The Tree, cuz he's a freaking spider monkey, past the high school... and we sat for a while and it was cold, yet still nice... well, it being cold wasn't to nice. sometimes i dislike rochester... its really cold, and that's very well, but the snow is inconsistent, which is aggravating.
i dunno. ill stop prattling on. let's discuss something else, shall we?
then, i went to zannas. we watched all six star wars movies.
it was wonderful. anikan is extremely attractive.
if i could pick one person to be, in all the movies, it would be padme. that'd be awesome, her hair is so pretty, and her costumes are lovely.
also today, i received your letter. huzzah! the picture was wonderful. now that i have your address (no idea why i didn't just ask you in the first place) i can write letters back!

Day Fail: A New Year...

*sheepishly acknowledges alice*
hi there.
well, see.
I didn't think that my posts were that interesting/covering very important events, so i... might have stopped blogging... but then, also take into account, that i didn't blog on the 30th because i was at cara's (we (hannah, murie and cara) all slept in one double bed, it was HORRIBLE, so cramped and hot and uuuugh not sleephelping) and then i didn't blog last night because it was new years eve, and i basically got home from cara's, took a shower, put clothing on, went on a date with my wonderful and fantastic boyfriend, liam, then went to zannas and stayed there until about 230 today, when i went home, but then at 245 hannah picked me up and we went ice skating again (this time i didn't fall!) and i'm only just getting home from hannah's.
I think i'll change the time on this, and pretend it was put up on the 30th. then ill write one for the 31st, and put that up.
ha, ha! i have cheated the system!
so, "today", the 30th, because that is today's date, I went to caras, and we watched pride and prejudice. twas fantastic, mr darcy is soooooooooooo attractive and wonderful. well. not wonderful. deliciously rude and generally annoyed, more like?
then hannah and i asked cara for about half an hour if she had any bread and peanut butter (she actually put them out about 5 minutes in or so, but we kept on going. it was kind of cool.) and cara drank a lot of really really old egg nog. yetch.
uhmmm... i actually don't remember what else happened. whatever. it was so last year.

Day 5: Limooooo

Ugh. I have such a bad headache.
I spent the last 2 and a half hours? or so? in a limo.
twas keela's birthday, and the music was really loud (we listened to the radio, and i have heard like every popular song at least twice, it's like they have one set list they play over and over and over uuuugghhh), and people screamed every couple minutes or so... *shudders a little*
otherwise, good show.
Hmm.... well. i guess it's time for a nostalgic list or two...
Some Favorite Moments of 2009 (in no particular order)
1. Bushwhacking in oregon
2. First kiss, I suppose. (not that it was especially great or anything... just... first kiss!)
3. Montreat
4. Anytime spent hugging Liam
5. Gift Exchange with Hannah Pisher a couple nights ago (and basically all my time with her, but zat vas mah favorite)
6. Gun Laaake
7. Working on My Big Fat Greek Conundrum
8. Walking home with Miles, way back when
9. The Boxer Run
10. Homecoming (especially the scavenger hunt... the elated feeling of screaming at mullen because i'm awesome... oooooh)
11. being people's favorite freshman
12. art of acting. particularly... god. i can't even decide.
13. any and every time tag was canceled/i got out of it
14. skipping freshman study hall that one time
15. skipping student council meetings.... all those times.
eh, that's all i can think of right now.
i have to sleep, my headache isn't helped by computer screen.
loooove

Day 4: Now, how sound was this idea?

I don't know. When i thought of this idea, i thought i would be able to randomly poop out brilliant posts, that all the right things would happen to me, and i'd be able to share with you lovely, flowing prose detailing all of the facets of my funny, funny life.
Alas... I may stop this nonsense... Maybe a blog every week? but, like, for the entire year.
It would be a resolution.
speaking of which... yeesh. 2009 is almost done. the 00's are almost done.
wow.
let's talk about resolutions, shall we?
i never really stick to mine... you always do, for the first month or so... then slowly forget about it... until you open that journal up and realize that you got a lot of self improvement you still need to do.

Day 3: A Day with Hannah

Today, Alice, dear reader, I had an outing with Hannah. As you know, because you called me, and I left to go wrap her present. Which is now under my tree. (she hasn't opened it yet. don't tell her what it is...shhhhhhh)
Anyways. Today we went ice skating. Twas wonderful. I only fell once. there was this kid from our acting class there... he attempted to do the whippy thing where you're skating together but then the other one whips you out and you're supposed to fall... I didn't fall. i was proud. He wore a Hawaiian shirt (short-sleeved) at an outside rink, in rochester, in the middle of winter.
Oh, the intelligence of adolescences.
I can't believe what you said about sharon. I mean, she can't really cancel circle forever... she was, just last circle, stressing how important it was that we had a place to be ourselves, and talk, and stuff. and i feel really bad for katherin. i mean, she makes it sound like we're pretty much the only group of people she has, though she's already trying to push us away. I feel like sharon's kind of deserting us. but i also feel guilty about feeling deserted. sharon can have her own life, i suppose... and she can't really help if its an economic issue...
anyways, i should go. hannah stopped peeing.
LOVELOVELOVE

Day 2: A Recap

Well, here I go again.
Day 2, is complete, with about 40 minutes left.
if i stay up an hour longer, i could get day 3 done too!
So my break is going well, so far.
Ive been so busy it doesn't even feel like break, really.
maybe by tomorrow...
Yesterday was wonderful.
I didn't finish opening presents until about 630 pm, the notable gifts being a purple beret, purple argyle sweater and shaving cream. I am terribly excited.
My family ate me about my boyfriend.
And then my brothers gave me an in-depth lesson on how to punch people.
I wrote a poem about god to give to my grandmother.... I was really nervous about it, you know? It was one of those things, that was pretty innermost-feelingsy so I didn't really want other people to see it, cuz... its mine. and what if they didn't like it? it's how i see god, thats kind of private. But she loved it. She started crying. I wanted to cry too.
speak of crying, on wednesday, good lord, mr bonadona (my bio teacher) showed us a video on old people dying. it was HORRIBLE. we followed around this old dude and watched as he slowly was disintegrating into nothing.
he really reminded me of my grandpa, so i cried a little.
but only a little. i promise
okay alice, my dad is yelling at me, it's late.
sorry all of this blog is pretty much stuff i've already told you.
i promise i'll have better stuff tomorrow.
LOVE LOVE LOVE!

A Christmas Present, for Alice

I really like Alice. (she's my one reader, hurrah)
I really really do.
So, when I was thinking about christmas presents, and I came to hers, I was stumped.
I considered knitting her something cool. Or making a cd. Or giving her a puppy.
Then i realized that she lives in north carolina.
I don't live in north carolina.
so if i were to send something, in, say, a package, it would cost me money.
i don't have money.
i'm sorry alice. this isn't a 'i don't feel like spending money on alice, whatever' situation. this is a 'oh wow. i wish i could but i can't because i don't have money' kind of deal.
so i thought back to summertime, when i'd right her letters for everyday, and i thought back to her proclamation that all us back in new york people need to do is to love and support people that maybe weren't in new york as a result of an extremely unfortunate turn of events....
so i decided that perhaps i should blog everyday. for a month. at least.
now, i'm a failure, so this probably won't work, but for some reason, (god knows why, at this point i seem to be just rambling) alice enjoys my blogs, so i'm going to do my best. i also really want to start blogging again. having no outlet for my rage and funny, funny stories isn't that great for me. so we'll see how this goes.
Merry Christmas Alice, check this again tomorrow!

Fingerless Gloves, Forgotten Loves, And other things that rhyme

Here. Here on my hand, I am wearing a pair of the most schmexiest gloves ever. They're andrew hinkley's. They're all kinds of pretty. They're blue, and black. And stripey and checkey, and fingerless.
Andrew Hinkley, all in all is kind of fantastic, I think I should mention.
He named what he called today "my best features after my sense of humor" mother superior and sister mary katherine. never before have i had a better guy friend :)
Aye, forgotten loves. I mostly put that there cuz it rhymed. I didn't actually want to talk about anything to do with this. But alas. uhm. It turned out okay, as far as my train wreck love life goes. Clean break, no lasting feelings. Except I kind of really dislike guys at this point. They're all the same, right? self centered, arrogant, small-attention span, boring, always using the same stupid kinds of lines, I don't even know why I bother talking to them. I already know whats going to happen....
Ugh, I'm so depressed tonight.
I read alice and jacks blog, twas all like finding out they're moving all over again, so I started crying in front of my mom and brother and they left pretty quick. But it's okay... I guess. aaahh. okay. quick, murie, think of a funny story to amuse yourself and the nice, polite reader.
oh!
over thanksgiving break, we were eating lunch with my grandpa, at his retirement home place, and a couple minutes after ordering, the waitress comes back in and says 'i'm really sorry, but we're out of the artichoke hearts' in a moment of passion, my cousin yells "DAMN IT!!!!!!!"
twas amusing.
well then, good night! perhaps ill blog tomorrow....
hmm. I'd like that, jack totally inspired me, I miss his talking so much. God, you don't even know.

Boxer Day

haha. yes. i know. it's boxing day.
i was joking around wit cha. i'm just that obscenely hilarious.
so this saturday was the last night of TKAM. twas all very exciting.
I went on the boxer run. and no, i dont have gender confusion issues. (i could see how one would make that mistake, what with the boys book club and boxers and stuff.)
a bunch of girl went, cuz we had slips.
twas excellent. something about running past my geometry and bio classrooms half naked is so freeing. i have seriously never run faster. or found it harder to run. i sprinted most of it (i'm very fast, i'll have you know. just kidding. haha.) but i was wearing tights. tights are horrible on tile floors, cuz you have absolutely no traction so you're sliding and you have to work twice as hard to keep going and not run into walls (or other people, god forbid i'd run into a dude. that would just be all kinds of awkward.) and stuff. and, just as i skidded past the darkened library, i thought to myself, wow, what a great blog post this'll make.

in which i am sentimental... and a boy.

its been *so* long since i blogged.
and *so* much has happened.
and i really *do* miss blogging.
i tried to write in another blog for a little. you know, switch it up...
yeah, failure. ill always love this one best.
anyways.
i'm in high school now!
doesn't it seem so crazy, i started this back like a bazillion years ago.... "confessions of a seventh grade percussionist."
i really like the high school.
it's full of new, wholesome activities... such as, the boy's book club.
allow me to clarify.
i'm not a boy. but alas, i signed up for it.
they sent me an email. it was awesome. so i waltzed into there meeting, and everyone just flips a shit! so i left. but then my dear, dear friend hannah pushed me back in, only after drawing a mustache on my finger, of course. i was promptly kicked out.
i always start blogging and then i start hating my post cuz its stupid and pointless and oh well.

Friends!

Well, I've been watching friends.
As you might be aware. I'm not sure if I blogged about it before.
Well... Its epic.
Pheobe is probably my favorite character...
I'm on season 6, currently watching The One Where Joey Loses his Insurance...
Haha,,, oh the brilliance.
This is a bad post. I'll go be quiet.

Girl.

There is a girl.
In my house.
With my brother.
In the next room.
They are watching pulp fiction.
And talking.
Is that a movie you talk to???
They are watching in the dark.
This sorta worries me.
Cause they aren't being supervised.

Yes. I am psycho. But he's also little so he can't see girls ever. Even though he's a senior.... nevermind.

Alaska

I got a fish. sorta.
alice is giving me her fish for the month of july.
this is sexcellent.
i'm so excited.
theres a good chance that i'll accidentally kill it. which is unfortunate.
i've always wanted my own pet.
there's probably a reason why i've never had one.
this is kinda close.
sorta.
maybe.
a little??

the woman who birthed me.

I was discussing my youtube life with my mother and how i've subscribed to political figures such as the house of representatives, louise slaughter, the senate, the ny senators, etc...
and she goes: wait, what do you say your name is??
so i say, i use my email account, summerskin113.
and she says. no, no, change it, you need to change it.
and i'm like: uhh... why?
and she says: it makes you sound like some sort of porn star.
the conversation ended there.
but the hilarity shall live forever in our hearts.

also in news this morning, my mother almost swore at me because i added the water first instead of the butter while making a cake.

this is my family.

considering the people im related to, i plan for a second installment very soon.

this year.

"I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young.
hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue.

and then cathy showed up and we hung out.
trading swigs from the bottle all bitter and clean
locking eyes, holding hands,
twin high maintenance machines.

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me."
~The Mountain Goats, This Year

Well... I enjoy this song quite a lot... yeah...
this year!
thats what i was going to blog about/why i quoted the mountain goats.

haha...

manya thing happened this year.
such as...

i'm friends with hannah??
we found TIMOTHY
we found PHIL
we found GINGERS
i went out with mullen. fail.
alice and jack are moving... :(
i rapped on the freaking morning show
people were kissed
i started listening to say anything...
cara and kyle are finally going out
hannah and aaron are going out.
murie and person are hypothetically going out
murie doesn't know why she didn't just say his name up there,
but she didnt... 
i'm really bored right now.
i can't think of anything else that happened.
which makes me sad...
haha....

well i thought id have a better list...
so sorry...
nvm.... disregard this blog...

summer time

*
no more school.
metaphorical acres of freedom in which to play.
not a care for grammar,
nor for figuring out how much lemonade you're going to need if you spend x hours on the hammock drinking 4 lemonades an hour but your brother already drank 5 lemonades.

o no.

it is a time for blogging.

i was thinking the other day (as i often do) 'hey, i have a really boring summer planned out. what am i going to do so i don't sit in front of the computer all day like last summer? but then i thought back to last summer. last summer was awesome. and all of it was carefully documented in an internet medium, here known as a blog.

how exciting.

so ill blog blog blog. and ill try to get people to read read read my blog blog blog again again again.

it shouldnt be to hard.

we are, after all, nerds.

Yummies for your tummy.

Two days ago, i was in a restaurant. 

They had a chalkboard. It said "Yummys for your tummy" on it, and it pointed to a case of pastries beneath it.

My grandfather took a more literal meaning to that. 

He picked up the little bowl of chalk beneath the sign, and ate a piece.

He then proceeded to offer a piece to me and my cousin.

Twas quite hilarious....

his tongue was orange.

blogging

I think I was cooler when i blogged. 

mostly because i had things to blog about. 

So i'm going to blog. 

I enjoy blogging. 

and i'm actually going to stick with it. 

okay?

In Which Murie Posts.

My dear friend Jon was like, "Murie, you don't blog anymore. You should."
So I'm blogging.

I don't have anything to write about.
Nothing I feel like writing about, anyways.

Today I had a band concert. We suck, yes sir. Even Mrs. Dodge knows it. While speaking in between songs, she said 'we'll probably crash and burn' before one we happen to play especially badly, and happened to wrap up that song with 'well, it wasn't so bad...'

Oh dear.....

And Mullen played, in the concert. At one point he messed up, and mouthed DAMN IT!... *shakes head..*