Just Our Luck.

Three hours. THREE HOURS SINCE I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE. Can we get anymore delirious? We got up at 5. Meant to leave at 5:30 but then Bailey hadn’t printed the tickets yet... or rather I was too lazy to get off the couch and actually try to find the information we needed like Bailey told me to. We left the house around 6, waited for Bailey to her passport that she’s left with her sleeping boyfriend, and waited in line FOREVER at the border crossing, and on the highway. This lead Bailey and I to run to the airport bag check, and be nicely told that we were trying to check into Air France. Winner. After we ended up finding the right place, we were 5 minutes late on checking in our bags for our 7:10 flight to Philly. FOL! (Fuck our lives). Luckily enough the nice lady working behind the counter gave us the next flight to Boston. It was a straight flight to Boston and we would end up getting to our destination 2 hours earlier. UNFORTUNATELY ENOUGH FOR US, the flight leaves at 11:30. So we’re waiting until then. At the moment Bailey and I are talking about things that the airport could say they found of someone’s on the PA system. The list includes: Tampons, Viagra, Babies, water that broke, strap-ons, dildos, and toupees. The List goes on. We’re now just realizing there is a man sitting in the booth behind us and has heard all of our many conversations. Bailey is now asking me “why do they cage the black people?” OMG, I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE JUST ASKED ME THAT. I look over to my right and see an unopened fast food restaurant so the front of the store has the cage on it still. There are about 5 African American people in Checkers. We’re not at all racist. We’re just crazy tired. Its 10 am now, we’ve been waiting for 3 ½ hours. I think we’re going to start moving from the food court in an hour ish. I wish I had the internet, or at least a constant stream of texts coming to my phone to keep me busy. I guess I could read... but I might fall asleep. I’m listening to Britney Spears and Bailey is watching Skins. I’m so insanely jealous at the moment. I’m thirsty. Argh, I need coffee, or some other type of caffeinated beverage. At least a chai latte would do. Bailey went and bought 2 scarves earlier. A smaller floral one and a massive green one, it’s big enough to be a blanket. Apparently Tony looks like a bad kisser. You know you haven’t watched Skins enough when you don’t notice whether the characters are good kissers or not. On another note, I really, REALLY want to see 500 Days of Summer. It just looks so good. I changed my desktop background to it. It says “You make my dreams come true”, and it’s Deschanel & Gordon-Levitt laying on a bed and goofing off. Seriously, it is so cute. Well, I guess I’m going to start packing my things back up or something. I’m so bored. Maybe I’ll blog about people on the plane later. Btw, I had a delicious cheese pizza for lunch, from Villa.

x

The Last Time

The last time I was getting ready to go on a plane, I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I became numb, and quiet. The words "Why", "I don't understand", "how", and "wow" come to mind. The phrases "Did you know he had a girlfriend?", "The funny thing is, her name is Brooke too." kept running through my head. I hadn't slept or eaten all week. All year actually, since it was the first week of January. My family and friends were all in bed, as I was staying up all night, & packing for a trip to Florida in which I spent the whole time on the computer, feeling sick to my stomach, and thinking about a week in which I had the best times of my life.

This time I'm getting ready to go on a plane, and that same feeling is there. Its there, but for different reasons. I'm not sure what they are yet, but I'm sure I'll find out. This time I'm going enjoy my trip, and take my mind off of everything.. at least I think. I can't wait.

x

Blog Number 2.

I've got another blog.
www.electramayhemlastingimage.blogspot.com

:)
check it out.

Some things just "get" me.

Greek Mythology

9212.) In greek mythology, it's said that humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them apart and condemned then to spend their whole lives searching for their missing halves. I think I've found you.

I found this on secretblog.tumblr.com
I think its fantastic.

Why

"Because, I'll break your heart."
"Maybe I'll break yours."
"Nobody breaks my heart."

My Conclusion

I can't read you.

HP6 in 15 minutes.

I laughed thoroughly.

be amazed.

Dear Grace Slick

How are you so fucking cool?

Brooke Hepburn. Writer Extrordinaire.

"you enjoy reading, which generally means you can write at least decently
you like drama so you understand character dynamics, themes, etc
and you're a very creative person. I think you'd make a good writer
just throwing it out there lol. You've got a good writers name too. Brooke Hepburn, I could see that on a book."


Someone just told me I should be a writer. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm pretty sure I'd suck a bit royally at it.

Well, what do you guys think?

Cheap Date

Last night we went to dinner with my Grandparents for my Dad's birthday.

My mother ended up telling my Grandparents that I am now a vegetarian.

This is how the conversation went.

Mom - "Yep, Brooke's a vegetarian now."

Grandfather - "Is she watching her weight?"

Mom - "No, she's just decided that she doesn't want to eat meat anymore."

Grandfather - "Well... she'll be a cheap date."

I love my Grandfather. He's always looking on the bright side of things.

Money.

I like the fact that now I'm able to pay for my own things, and help out with money around my house.
I dislike that I have a job that'll be over soon.

I need a job.

Time to bust out the ol' resume.

Hypocrite.

You're kind of a hypocrite.
Just so you know.
You really don't have the right to say anything about it.




p.s Happy belated birthday bailey.
you're 21 now. you're legal everywhere.
don't go to china.
feel better love (L)

My Life,

Watch out.

Someday you'll wake up with your hair chopped.

Since we deserved the name of friends.

I subscribe to a blog called Le Love.
As I was looking through my subscriptions today, I came across an old picture, of a man in a sea uniform. On the back of the photo was written:

Since we deserved the name of friends,

And thine effect so lives in me,

A part of mine may live in thee

And move thee on to noble ends.

Should my shadow cross thy thoughts,

Too sadly for their peace,

So put it back for calmer hours,

In memory's darkest hold.

Its gorgeous.

Some Good News?

I have 39 followers on my DailyBooth.
Just 11 more and I can mark that off on my summer list :)


goodnight

x

I am.

Alright,
I'm tired. Of quite a few things actually.
I'm tired of being used.
I'm tired of never sleeping.
&
I'm tired of being lead on.
Well, not lead on. I suppose I'm leading myself on.
I'm just a stupid girl.

Way to go Brooke.

Be There.

You know that new Smirnoff Ice Commercial?

I want to do that.

Lifestyles. Isn't that a condom brand?

So basically lately I've decided I want to make a change in my lifestyle.

I'd like to make myself happy, instead of just being lazy like I am. Its day three of being a Vegetarian for at least a month. I wanted to do it for a month to try it, but now apparently I've got friends betting on me? So whatever, I'll just go for however long I can stand it. Which may be a while since I don't plan on giving up anytime soon. I'd also like to start getting to bed earlier. I know that may make me sound like I'm 60 but seriously, I never go to bed before 1 usually and I always have to be up for 8. I NEED my sleep. I'm also going to make an effort to keep my room unusually clean unlike normal, and I want to try to finally go through my closet that I haven't been in, in YEARS! I'd like to start walking my dog again. I know she likes walks. I need to figure out what I want to do with my life. I need to pick a career to look forward to. I need motivation. I also need a job. I know I have one, but its just for the rest of the summer. I'm not sure it will last even that long. I need to start reading more again. As well as going to bed earlier, I'd like to get up earlier. When I'm not working, the earliest I'm up is past 12. Its terrible. During the school year I think I'm going to get up around 6 again. I feel like I need to have time in the morning again. This year I want to be myself. I want to not look like shit every time I walk into class in the morning. Not to mention my first period class is with Sheard this year, so if I'm late for class I'll be locked out. Another thing? I want to be flexible.

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I'm watching big brother at the moment its an old one. I'm never caught up with any show, I look forward to it every summer now though. They just asked America what the "have-nots" should be eating for the week. Sauerkraut and seaweed, cabbage and cocktail weenies, or pickled eggs and pickled herring. Yuck. If I was them I'd want the cabbage. I don't think I'd eat anything else. I also just finished a peanut butter and jam sandwich. Good thing I love peanut butter. Its my protein source. I'm cutting out pictures from magazines for my collage still. I'm not sure how big this thing is going to be, but we shall see. I just cut out a picture of the Queen. Yes, the Queen will be on my wall. So will the words "INDIE QUEEN".

Alright. Back to my searching/cutting/watching/and dreaming.

xx

It was meant to be.

Yesterday... or two days ago now, since its 2:30 in the morning, Ali picked me up from work at 7pm a the Seneca Queen Theatre. And we drove. We drove to Wal*mart and bought movies (Peter Pan & Dracula for me, Platoon and Zoolander for Ali). We drove to her Yama's house and searched in a phone book for a little tattoo & piercing shop called "Artistic Impressions". We found it. Ferry St. Sketchy part of town, apparently. But the unsketchiest place to go. We drove around. We found it. We parked. We bought orange juice. We walked down to the place. Ali asked me to walk in first, because clearly we don't look like we belong there. So I go in. A woman walks to the counter. "Hi, Can I help you?", "Yes, we're looking to get our ears pierced". "Alright, how old are you?". "Eighteen". "I'm Seventeen, but I've got a note be-". "You don't need one. You just need to be sixteen." So she gives us some forms. We fill them out. We debate on whether or not Ali is prone to fainting. We decide she's not. The woman is back. We all learn names. Brooke, Ali, Brooke, Ali, Sarah. "Follow me." We walk down a hall way. I look in first room to the left of me. There is a man I've seen before tattooing another man. He looks up. We keep walking. The woman turns into another door on the left. I am leading behind her. I see a pink print on the wall. We turn in the room. I look and notice its an Andy Warhol print of Audrey Hepburn.

I was meant to be pierced here.

In conclusion?

ALI AND I GOT OUR HELIXES PIERCED! I got the hoop, Ali got the ball. Next time? Tragus. For sure. It didn't hurt. Still doesn't. I told the woman it was like cutting through cheese. She said it was the weirdest statement she'd ever heard.