i quit.

there's too much shit going on.
bye.

last one i swear

name your top 10 played artists in itunes:

1. kill hannah
2. mindless self indulgence
3. green day
4. the white stripes
5. paramore
6. coldplay
7. groove coverage
8. meg and dia
9. the veronicas
10. within temptation

well there you go. and now for the questions:

what was the first song you heard by 6? (coldplay)
yellow. i absolutely hated it until i listened to my old c.d.s about 5 years later.

what is your favourite album by 2? (mindless self indulgence)
oh, god. either 'frankenstein girls will seem strangely sexy' or 'you'll rebel to anything.'

what is your favourite lyrics sung by 5? (paramore)
oh, uhm.
''cos everybody knows
that we can do this all alone'

how many times have you seen 4 live? (the white stripes)
don't tease me. :/ none. i wish, though.

what is your favourite song by 7? (groove coverage)
ohhh. either 'she' or 'runaway'. <3

what is a good memory involving the music of 10? (within temptation)
oh my goodness. me, zo-zo, and a bathroom. we're singing the high notes to 'angel' and she's in a stall changing and i'm hanging on an open stall door. there's nobody in there until a ninth grader walks in, stares at us, and leaves. i'm giggling just thinking about that. or later that night (or morning, so be it), 4 in the morning or was it 3? we were singing the same song, same notes, giving poison a headache. :p

is there a song by 3 that made you cry? (green day)
oh!oh! uhm. that song that jenna sang at graduation one year, makes me cry sometimes, if i listen to it at a point in time, when something's ending and i'm going to miss it a lot. or someone's leaving. but other times it makes me want to throw my arms into the air and rejoice.

what is your favourite lyric that 2 sang? (mindless self indulgence)
a tie between
'it freaks me out when i sound just like my mom.'
and
'never wanted to dance with anybody but you, wouldn't take no for an answer, you fcking btch.'
aaand
'be nice, be nice to me, don't let me go. i'm to cool for the second grade!'
<3

how did you get in to 3? (green day)
my mom. she loves green day, and she was playing 'longview', i think it was, and i asked what 'flock' meant, 'cos i had no that it was 'fuck' and she was like. 'uhm, hon. that's not the word. it's a word called 'fuck' and i'd rather you not sing along to that part...' <3 gotta love awkward family moments.

what was the first song by 1 you ever heard? (kill hannah)
kennedy. ('i wanna be a kennedehhhhh. i wanna be tall and handsommmmme. . . <3'

what is your favourite song by 4? (the white stripes)
'we are gonna be friends'. i love that song to death, i heard it on my mom's i.pod when mine was being sent to be repaired or something. maybe i just broke one or it was stolen. whatever. i borrowed her i.pod and listened to that song on repeat in barnes and noble until i got back home and put it on my computer.

how many times have you seen 9 live? (the veronicas)
never, soz.

what is a good memory you have involving 2? (mindless self indulgence)
uhm, seeing them live and watching lynette jump up and down screaming 'aggg! why won't they play that awesome song that does all 'diemuthafuckadieeeeestupidmuthaahhfuckahhh!' while we were waiting for free monsters. which was the first time i had monster. thank you m.s.i. for encouraging me to do naughty things involving throwing condoms in jackasses faces and also energy drinks. <333 i hate concerts when these idiots practically shove condoms down your throat. that and cigs. ahh, damn you all.

is there a song by 8 that makes you sad?
'monster' makes me incredibly melancholy. i love it, though. a lot of their music makes me wallow in my memories and be a weirdo. :/ well, lets me, rather. <3

what is your favourite album by 5? (paramore)
all we know is falling, but i loved 'riot' to death. but no cigar, soz.

what is your favourite lyric that 3 has played?(green day)
'it's something unpredictable but in the end it's right... i hope you had the time of your life.'

what is your favourite song of 1?(kill hannah)
'love you to death'. or 'lips like morphine' 'cos it's sexy. <3

what is your favourite song of 10? (within temptation)
'restless' which i think they preform with evanescence. that's what limewire says. or 'see who i am.'

how many times have you seen 8 live? (meg and dia)
once. :/ one of them was sick, though. took away from the lovely sound.

what is your favourite album of 1? (kill hannah)
'for never and ever.'

what is a great memory you have considering 9? (the veronicas)
discovering them right after ty and poison's breakup. the song secret, it's hilariously accurate. sort of not at all. but it's accurate now. and 'take me on the floor' just makes me want to dance around.

what was the first song you heard by 8? (meg and dia)
monster, courtesy of kenzie. <3

what is your favourite cover by 2? (mindless self indulgence)
i know of none.

since this is the new computer with new records and no records of my 500 plays of green day, it's not entirely accurate. pink floyd and linkin park and the doors would be on there.
and that stupid 'crushed' song. :/

last one for a little bit...

Here's how:
1.open your music library.
2. put it on shuffle.
3. press play.
4. for every question, type the song that's playing.
5. when you go to a new question, press the 'next' button.
6. don't lie.

opening credits: shy kind of guy, gogol bordello.

waking up: listen to your heart, d.h.t.

first day of high school: real world, matchbox twenty.

falling in love: hate! london after midnight.

fight song: getting away with murder, papa roach.

breaking up: all along the watchtower, jimi hendrix.

prom: emo kid, adam and andrew (oh, god.)

life: don't make waves, the gossip.

mental breakdown: cherry pie, poison.

driving: hey mister d.j., madonna.

flashback: memories, within temptation.

getting back together: purest feeling, nine inch nails.

wedding: delirious, rosette.

birth of child: rubber duck, jazmine.

final battle: on top, the killers.


haaa. my favourite is either prom, first day of high school, falling in love, or the wedding. :p
good luck with your, m'ladies. and m'men. :/
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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musical mayhem.

simple directions: use the shuffle function on your music player and see what you come up with in answer to the following questions.

how does the world see you?
too shy, kajagoogoo.

will i have a happy life?
liberate, disturbed.

what do my friends really think of me?
sweet talk 101, cute is what we aim for.

do people secretly lust after me?
scared, three days grace.

how can i make myself happy?
ain't no mountain high enough, ?

what should i do with my life?
no remorse, metallica.

will i ever have children?
on top, the killers.

what is some good advice for me?
secret, the veronicas.

how will i be remembered?
ain't been to no music school, the nosebleeds.

what is my signature dancing song?
how much, meg and dia.

what do i think my current theme song is?
all good things, nelly furtado.

what does everyone else think my current theme song is?
one more night, cascada.

what song will play at my funeral?
me, you, and my medication, boys like girls.

what type of men/women do you like?
i'm in love with a girl, gavin degraw.

what is my day going to be like?
for the ocean, finger eleven.

haaah. do it, loves. <3
-blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

not another music meme.

all i'm supposed to do is list 7 songs i'm into right now and tag 7 people.

'into'. -shudder-
well.
here's my flavours of the week.

take me on the floor, the veronicas,

one hundred years, five for fighting,

buildings and mountains, the republic tigers,

savin' me, nickelback,

carol of the bells, august burns red,

hanging by a moment, lifehouse,

and

buttons, sia,

and that's it.
i tag:
poison, (www.chomp-your-head-off.blogspot.com)
vynn, (www.vynnies-rants.blogspot.com)
james, (www.mytaintedlove.blogspot.com)
zo-zo, (www.um-is-this-nesssessary.blogspot.com)
m., (www.thefunkgoeson.blogspot.com)
manwhore, (www.i-has-a-blog.blogspot.com) (but he doesn't update anyway. :/)
and
mattia. (www.frostingsblog.blogspot.com) (even though she's grounded and doesn't update)

so again. maybe more maybe no, easy high easy low.

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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music meme. maybe i'll put up some more.

step 1: put your music player on shuffle.
step 2: post the first line (or two!) from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
step 3: credit the friends who guess the songs correctly.
step 4: for those who are guessing, looking the lyrics up on a search engine is cheating. so don't do it, btchz. <3
step 5: if you like the game post your own. plz! <3

eno:
i'm no barbie doll, i'm not your baby girl. i've done ugly things, and i have made mistakes.

owt:
don't tell me. you're done for. i don't need to hear that you're done for.

eerht:
well here we go again, get up!! a little something for your earhole, get up!!

ruof:
alright partner, keep on rollin', baby. you know what time it is. (throw yo' hands up!)

evif:
i'm at the water's edge, and i'm peering closer. this is where i where i will be, where you can find me.

xis:
born from silence, silence full of it. perfect concert, my best friend.

neves:
as a matter of fact, i was the one who said 'i love you' first.

thgie:
check! tonight! tonight! all rise, all fall. i'll fail you all. we built these cities to stand so tall, we've lost our walls.

enin:
never hunger, never prosper, i have fallen prey to failure. struggle within, triggered again, now the candle burns at both ends.

net:
three a.m. i'm drunk again, my head is standing underneath my puke.

nevele:
i still hear your voice when you sleep next to me. i still feel your touch in my dreams.

evlewt:
public warning, who's in town? public warning, all bow down.

neetriht:
make his fight on the hill in the early day, constant chill deep inside. shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey.

neetruof:
all the small things. true care truth brings. i'll take on lift; your ride, best trip. always, i know. you'll always be at my show.

neetfif:
lonely, i'm mr. lonely, i have nobooody for my o-ooown... <33 (sorry. <3 again.)

neetxis:
never give up, yeeah, never give up. the tide is high but i'm holdin' on.

neetneves:
in a church by the face, he talks about the people going under.

neethgie:
So you thought you might like to go to the show to feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.

neetenin:
watching my head, holding my face. one more evening, gone to waste.

ytnewt:
like cigarettes and gasoline, i light a match and watch this scene.

eno-ytnewt:
you pretend you're high, you pretend you're bored, you pretend you're anything, just to be adored.

owt-ytnewt:
this thing right here is lettin' the ladies know what guys talk about.

eerht-ytnewt:
prison gates won't open up for me, on these hands and knees i'm crawling. oh, i reach for you.

ruof-ytnewt:
well don't be shy, just let your feelings roll on by, and don't wear fear, 'cos nobody will know you're there.

evif-ytnewt:
i wake up late every morning, manager's calling, i'm still yawning. get up, wake up, hair and makeup's waiting for you, don't be stallin'.


hey, maybe you and the title will go in the sidebar. i need to put something there.
whoever can actually get these, muffins. cheaters will be flayed subsequently.
i expect this meme on .someone's. blog plz. :/
that'd be lovely. gweelick, my lovelies!

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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bookskating

haaah, again.
more fun in the ex-plore room.
:3
see, i don't know who started it.
it was either c.d., j.i., or the narcissist.
but one of them, whoever it may be, grabbed a science book.
he threw it onto the ground.
then he jumped onto it and slid across the room.
then poison and zo-zo and blitz tried it.
it's easy.
c.d. jumped off a chair, threw off his book, and tried to slide on it, but it failed.
i told him i'd give him a dollar if he managed it.
he tried harder, but still didn't make it.
and the narcissist and j.i. jumped over a stool (a high stool, not a step-stool), flew onto their books, and slid.
oh, and then a supervisor lady came right up the window and almost saw me, but i dropped to my knees and slid on my knees.
then proceeded to fall off of the book.
:)

so then j.i. tried it and fell on his face.
so did zo-zo.
blitz went for two books at once, too.
and then she wiped out.
a lot, in fact.
but when a teacher came in and told us to do something 'productive', i was on the floor after being wiped out,
zo-zo was in front of her text book, not on it,
j.i. was sliding around, and poison was doing the same as zo-zo.
c.d. and the narcissist had left already.
but there you go.
bookskating.
wear rubber soled shoes,
go on a carpet,
plop down a hardcover schoolbook,
and voila!
fun for all!

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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p.s.: drama is cookin'! tell you all later.
for now it's book-time. <3

haaahahh.

we're kind of stupid.
okayyy, i'll elaborate.
m., poison, zo-zo, numberr3 (not a typo), blitz, and j.g. were in the ex-plore room, and, just saying.
the room is pretty frikkin' big.
it's like two living rooms mashed together to create one room.
and there were only the six of us there.
the narcissist .was. there.
but he left, and shortly the remaining six of us were just hanging out.
j.g. blasting his 'mmmn, me so horny!' ringtone, leaning against a wall.
numberr3 sitting on a chair,
zo-zo on a stack of chairs,
blitz sitting randomly on the floor,
and m. and poison sitting against the wall. m. was dancing to j.g.'s ringtone.
and occasionally singing.
oh, m., you amusing chickie, you. <3

uhm, yeah.
and time passed and j.g. lay down by the door,
i had my head resting on m.'s legs,
zo-zo had her head on the small of my back,
and numberr3 was resting his head on m.'s leg.
and of course people had to walk in.
first, our principal, who mentioned that the room was huge and we had all this space...
i said i was agoraphobic, so he laughed and left.
and then
oh lord
our
uhm
math teacher came in.
and understand,
if you know my father,
he's a hell of a lot like him.
sarcastic, mean when he's angry, and bemused by our idiocy.
he just kind of stared at us and left.
and we all convulsed with laughter.
we talked and were random and silly, which was good fun.

ahhh, life and its simple joys. <3
--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

down theeee sickness and christmas songs

yeah, i'm sick. -gagcoughhacksneezeexplode-
:| it's no fun, but imma tell you what's worse.
chorus.
so you may know, i'm jewish.
well.
jewish-agnostic.
but you get the point.
and nobody knows the real story about (c)hanuk(k)a(h).
we'll call it hanukkah for now, because writing that gets annoying.
here's the first fact; it is not a holiday.
it is merely a celebration of religious freedom.
.not. that the sacred oil lasted for eight days.
maybe it happened, maybe it didn't, but in judaism, it really isn't important.
well. sort of.

now here's the story.
the maccabees fought for their right to practice judaism in the fall/winter time period.
there is a holiday around that time, sukkot (for lack of a better english spelling, sorry).
it is a fall harvest holiday, and lasts for eight days.
they missed this holiday during their battles (which they won, by the way).
so after this, is was what we now think of as hanukkah time,
and they wanted to celebrate sukkot, the holiday that they missed.
so another celebration was created, a celebration of religious freedom and overthrowing the baddies. <3

but they had a new group of people who tolerated their religious beliefs move in.
now, they didn't want to scare these people off by having a celebration about overthrowing an army.
so whenever a jew was asked
'so, why're you spinning them dreyyy-dellllls? and lightin' cannndelllllls?!'
'oh! uhm. uhm. it was a miracle. uhm. the oil we had! it lasted for eight days! weirdright? omg! kawinkidink!'
'okeedokee.'

a little better than
'so whut up wit' dem candelllllls?'
'oh, we overthrew a huge army because they disagreed with us. -cracks knuckles- got a problem wid dat?'
'aghghhhh! wtf???!!'

exactly.
so they story was created,
and it is still told today, especially by a lot of orthodox jews.
so there you go.
you know about hanukkah.
and now that you understand the significance of it, and why it seems a little more important
(though it is only about gifts because of christmas)
you can understand this second thing.
in chorus, we finally get to sing a hanukkah song.
yays!
right?

no.
not really.
all it's about is lights!
and cold weather!
and family!
sure, family is important. i mean, there's a message there.
but what about religious freedom?
one could even say something about the damn oil!
goddammit. >:(
and then we have a compilation song, for the three major winter holidays here.
x.mas, hanukkah, and kwanzaa.
yay, riiight?
equality!
political correctness!
f.c.c. approved!
no.

here are the lines for kwanzaa
'kwanzaa is a time for familllyyyy and liiiiighhhhts'

and hanukkah
'hanukkah is a time for familyyyyy and canddddlllllesss!'

and finally, christmas
'whoop whoop! a holy king was born today!'

yeah, so wonderful for us non-christians here.
i get god, okay?
i just don't get jesus.
i don't want to sing something i don't believe!
it would make me feel a little better if the hanukkah or--god forbid-- kwanzaa bits
had a little
fucking
information on the basis of the holiday?
everyone, christian or not,
knows
what
christmas is about.
hell!
it's in the name!
but hanukkah? kwanzaa?
nobody
knows.
one should .tell. people.
one should be .edjoocated.
or maybe say that goddamn christmas is a holiday for
'familllyyyyy and liiiiggghttttssss!!!'

that'd make me feel better.
a little.
give me a little equality here!
i love christmas, really.
don't get me wrong.
(i know, i know, i'm jewish, i should like christmas, ahhhnoes!)
it's a happy time,
though usually for the wrong reasons.
i like the christmas spirit,
i like the snow
and the lights
and how happy people are.
except scrooges, who are cool in their own right.
but just please
please
please
remember.
there are other holidays that people want to celebrate.
the people who especially need to remember this are the damn songwriters.
give me my hanukkah celebration!!
and give me gifts! those i appreciate, too! <3

even if you fuck up and say merry christmas, i dun care. <33
--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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no updates? ohnoes!

yeahhh.
well.
we did have hangout night. :p
there was
really
no drama.
the hair colours danced together. :3
zo-zo and mp3-boi have orangybrown hair,
and number 3 and poison are blonde,
and penguu and manwhore danced, and they've got dark brown hair.
and i danced like a psycho by myself and i have purple hair?

i'm a freak and a good dancer.
:p
stacey and panda grrl and m. went to cotillion.
apparently it sucked but was awesome.

but alas, short post, as i need to shower.
i will leave you with these words of wisdom:

'straigh a.s in the first quar-tar, bayyyybeh!'

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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all hallowe's eve

so it was number 3, mattia, mp3-boi, the narcissist, zo-zo, and blitz at this party thing.
mattia came later, so the first few events, she will be left out of, just for your information.
but basically, blitz and zo-zo worked on the play and acting silly until the guys got there, blahblahblah,
then we went into the backyard and acted silly.
zo-zo was swinging, mp3-boi was attempting to get on the swinging-gymnastic bar thing, the narcissist was jumping on the mini-trampoline, (so was blitz and later several others) and number 3 was scaring the dog. :3 later joined by mp3-boi and the narcissist.
mp3-boi and blitz made smalltalk on the teeter-totter. thingy.

and then we did the strangest thing; we managed to fit all five of us on zo-zo's roof. i love it, already, 'cos i've been up there. same with zo-zo, but the guys were so freaked. x3
we listened to ‘walking on sunshine’ and some classic rock (pink floyd, the doors), and alton’s claim of my ‘anthem’, ‘i kissed a girl.’
number 3 liked it at the end, and so did the narcissist. he understood the roof method of relaxation. i think mp3-boi was a bit freaked out, though. :p
we did go trick or treating, for the last time. :) but then zo-zo's dog, koko (spelling's off, i know) escaped the house.
so we all went hunting for him. (long story short, we left for three hours and basically couldn't find him. but we'll get back to that. ;3)
and the narcissist claims that i'm 'too social' on halloween.
because i hugged a 'creeper' (one of the people dressed in black that jumps up and scares the sht out of you), and i patted all of the fake skeletons on the head.
okay. so it’s a little weird. but…. it was fun! ☺
hugs are the sht.

and I scared the poor narcissist by swinging at a 180º angle, like sideways. above the ground. (we were in one of those mini-twin swings. long story.

and then mattia came, and we were off again to look for koko.
with fail-producing results, but whatever.
so with heavy hearts and little candy, because we didn’t trick or treat too much (last year, ohnoes!), we headed to the backyard again and just talked. zo-zo was devastated, but number 3 wasn’t really paying attention.
he thought he heard something; a bell.
so mp3-boi, zo-zo, and number 3 ran out of the yard, the narcissist, blitz, and mattia following, and we looked around the next door neighbor’s yard.
so we’d searched everywhere but the garden (i don’t like to trod on people’s crops), and didn’t find anything.
but, zo-zo was so sad. ): so at the risk of being yelled at by the neighbors, zo-zo and blitz. the others, except mp3-boi, who probably didn’t want to go in their garden, either, had started to leave, and blitz saw something that looked rather like an overturned (very small) shopping cart.
it was a raccoon trap.
zo-zo looked down and saw koko; we let her out, and figured out that he had walked into the trap, and was stuck there for about four hours.
praise the F.U.N.K.!!

but, relieved, we went back on the roof for a few minutes, talked, and, uh, had a contest.
between me and the narcissist, but mp3-boi, uh, helped.
see now, the narcissist, he’s got a real talent when it comes to moaning. like a girl.
as in, talent enough to be on some sort of pr0n-commerical.
so, ah, we held a contest to see what he would sound like next to a real girl moaning.
blitz was the lucky contestant.
:| and zo-zo recorded us, for future, uh, prosperity.
and though we sound exactly alike (which is creepy but hilarious), the narcissist won because he added some nice touches. (‘oh! mm. so de-li-cious!’ and in a guy voice ‘OH, YEAH. YES.’)
but it was awesome, the whole night. except losing koko. but that let us walk around and talk.
blissfully wonderful, some words that I haven’t agreed with in a while.
thank you fellow F.U.N.K. enthusiasts for the fabulous night. hope yours was great, too.

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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p.s.: hope you guys (even the ones i don’t know! :p) had fun trick or treating, or partying, or whatever you did.

genitalia. no, it's not that i'm being a pervert. :/

i aced all my exams. :3
buuut i have some things to say:
okay. first topic.
why is it that whenever i talk to a guy that's not my good friend, their eyes always go to my goddamn chest?
i know i could probably get some favours from said guys, but cheezits is it annoying.
i mean, even from the goddamn other side of the room, i've got the immature freakin' ten year olds pointing at me and talking to their friends.
i mean, this only happens at a formal event or at a pool, or if i wear the only form-fitting shirt that i own.
but it's often enough that i'm irked.
even in our school! some skeevy upper schooler shouts from across the room,
'heeey, i'll help you get that shirt off!'
or something to that tune.

damn him.
but still, it's horribly annoying that i can't make friends with my personality, only 'the girls'.
only people that i actually talk to on a regular basis talk to me, even spare a second glance, when i'm in a sweatshirt or turtleneck.
if you are one of those guys, i commend you. :)

but.
on another topic...
why do boys always draw penises on desks?
it's always penises. they always talk about how much they luuuuuv girls...
so why not draw a goddamn vagina?
oh, right. because you're a teenager, and the only genitalia you've seen is your own.
masturbation-loving freaks. :|
i'm sorry, but if you want to be perverted, be original.
i want to see a vagina on a desk, no matter how bad an artist you are.
show some originality in your 'artwork'!

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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p.s.: i do not want to see genitalia on a desk at all. just encouraging some originality, folks.

eye.

i know, i look tired.
it's the gaddamn glasses.
they leave marks.


it's blurry. i'll add another pic once i find my camera.

names and neighbs. (neighborhoods, i think. i'm not familiar with these new-fangled hip slogans...)

the names on this blog are .not. very liked by the people, really.
here's some examples:

zo-zo: it's not just a shorter version of her name. it's something she detests, obviously; mr. n/heeley aways calls her 'zo', and she hates it when people do.
the narcissist: hel-lo. yeah, he's a .bit. conceited. not sure if it's a show or not, really. but narcissist is a bit of a negative word; why did i use a negative word? most people tend to use negative words to describe the poor kid. representationnnn. <3
p.d.a.: none. at all. public displays of affection, that is. he won't even hug someone. so there you go. oh, and some of his initials were put into that.

and another thing; apparently i live in the ghetto.
i think it's rather quaint. is it really a ghetto?
the houses are rather small. i live near a college; we will call it the university. because i said.
panda-grrl (not saying this because i think it was mean, just curious) said that they were going to 'tear down all of those ghetto houses near the university.'

i don't know. i'll take some pictures, but aside from the graffiti that says 'fuck you' and 'slymer' and the stop signs that read 'stop bush' and 'stop war', the houses are nice.
i'd live in them. not that i'm being sarcastic. i'm seriously not.
look forward to pics.

also, we had exams today... three of them; algebra, latin i, and english.
it's the end of the first grading period. they were all hella easy, in my humble opinion. i'm paranoid, though; i want high honours so bad.
i've usually get one b. grade that ruins my grades, which is so not fun.
i really want to get all a.s. certainly no c.s! cheezits, i'd freak out
then again.
i freak out if i get below a ninety, because that's kinda low, in my opinion.
i know that grades don't make you smart, but some people call me a perfectionist.
i admit i am. :/ readily. and i just want an impressive set of grades.
that's it for now. as a narcissist-like little bitch, i'll tell you if i fail or not.
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i was grounded but enough of that.

read the title, that's all to say. ;)
aside from me being naughty and losing the computer, there has been much nastynasty joking at our school...
so there was an assembly about it.
pretty dry, if you ask blitz. she's not too fond of the love each other lectures.
sorry, honeys, but if you grow up sheltered, you'll be soft and mushy, and nobody likes that.
or at least i don't.
then we had to fill out an absolutely nauseating survey. oh, cheezits crisps it was terrible.
'when do you feel 'uncomfortable' at school?'
when the narcissist asks me about my period.

'when do you feel 'intimidated' at school?'
i don't.

'what does the word 'gay' mean to you?'
slang for homosexual. proper english for happy. but everyone who uses gay as an insult is going to say this so whatever.

that last one was on there because of my wonderful expose on the word 'gay' and its uses, in the school newspaper. or at least partly, i'd like to think. :) but. still stupid.
we grow up with germ-x and clorox and no germs, our immune systems are weak.
we get sick, we die early.
without any childhood 'bullying or harassment' of some sort, in mr. george's class, one would be like
'ooohmahgawd. he yelled. at. me. wtf? people don't do that. he is an unwanted human! omg! so am i! omg! noesss!'

yeah. so get bullied, peeps.
well.
not on purpose.
just do something interesting, don't live a 'sensitive' and cookie cutter life, and don't use the word tolerance oh damn i knew i forgot something!

our principal said to be 'tolerant' of people.
damn all of you.
seriously.
tolerate is a word that means to deal with someone, not necessarily respecting their difference, but knowing that they're there, just kind of ignoring the fact that they're there.
use respect, please.
i'd rather have someone respect my oddities than 'tolerate them'. :|
i will not be swayed, moutherfucker. :|

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just a tiny update.
i'm sitting in my room, which is better than pitching a fit because i got kicked out of my parents' room.
we were watching the daily show.
but my parents are a bit strict.
when my dad's in a bad mood.
which he can be.
and when he is, he gets pissed off. like, more than normal people that get mad.
he kinda then goes in my room, picks up any clothes, books, whatever on my floor, and throw them out. :)
so i got kicked out and i'm in here which is better than pitching a fit.

also, i'm thinking of getting a dollfie.
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pent-up feminist rant.

so here's a girl's issue. (boys can read. just intended for girls. you'll know how i feel.)
bras and shaving. :)
still wanna read? jump in.
bras first. annoying, much?
put them on every morning, blah, blah.
but.
you have to deal with everyone either a., telling you to wear a bra,
or b., telling you to pull your shirt up because they're (obviously jealous) 'concerned about your wellbeing'.
yeah, right.
if you were concerned about my well being, you'd burn every uncomfortable bra in v.'s secret.
every one.
:|
and plus. bras are obviously .such. a man's invention.
who else would want a woman to push her breasts up so they're just waving to the world!
uhm.
someone that likes to look at said breasts.

now.
shaving.
shaving is even worse, gaaaad.
terrible.
what sane person wants to put a freakishly sharp razor to their leg, armpit, or whatever you shave, and slide it up your leg?
eeeck.
just describing it makes me shudder.
i mean. i shave.
only because it's uncomfortable to wear skinny-pants when you don't.
but.
even if you want to be 'smooth, soft, touchable' like all the commercials say, whyyyyyy bother with the cuts and the blah?
i mean, you could use 'nair'.
ewh.
it smells like liquid nyquil mixed with a really nasty chuck of cat feces.
-shudder-
anyway. short rant. i'll edit it tomorrow, i have to go.

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ty.

his name is no longer ty-ty, he is no longer of the F.U.N.K.
obsessively calling your ex (poor poison) is one thing.
and a terrible thing at that.
but watching her go past your house, harassing her on facebook, that's just sad.
no true member of the F.U.N.K. would do that.
we may disembowel and eat babies, but being mean to friends is not something a true one would do.
although.
eating babies is not very high on my priority list.
i think.
.anyway.
he calls with his lame friends, bothers us while we do our homework, and eventually poison has to turn off the phone.
needless to say, we are pissed.
yes, ty. you've proved your 'worth' to your friends by pestering one of your 'many' (few) ex girlfriends and just making her angry before you apologize to some other people.
ugh.
short announcement, i know. but sad. it shall be kept brief.

on the bright side, banana streak is on her second boyfriend.
(i need to switch schools. i want some loving. :0 )
apparently he smells like axe. or ax. however you spell it.
i'm jealous. -turns green-
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hayhay ladies.

okay. so i went to rosh hashana services at temple with zo-zo.
it was quite inspirational, really.
did you know that only 30% of jews believe in god. :)
national survey says.
just a little quote and then a comedymoment. (ohgawd)
'what a caterpillar calls the end of the world, god calls a butterfly.'

and comedy.
dear lord.
uhm.
well.
my friend, we will call him 'i'.
okay. i was sitting next to me, (this is going to get confusing)
and yeah, sure, whatever.
but good lord.
he was wearing the most disgustng cologne.
ever.
it smelled like goddamn toothpaste! ):
and now blitz smells of gross cologne.
and during the silent prayer, all blitz could think was
'dear lord, save this boy. nobody should think that something like this smells good. please save this poor misguided creature. amen!'

and, of course, i did two other stupid things.
i, zo-zo, and blitz were getting a piece of cake last night (good cake, by the way), and there were flowers around it.
i goes 'hey, i think they're edible!'
blitz: 'orly? -bites hunk out of flower-'
i: 'uh. i was kidding. you can only get real edible flowers in vegas.'
well, you can get a lot of things in vegas. debt, s.t.d.s, and who knew? edible flowers.

and. of course. the bathroom incident.
blitz: -walks into bathroom with zo-zo- aughghzhgthgoexhlsxey.e5jioyghjt.leghzkmtj!!!! what the fck is that smell? it smells like .babies.!!!'
-lady comes out of stall-
lady: what?
blitz: uh. oh. um. it. kinda smells like... babies. -runs out-

uhm.
but other than that, services were cool.
our rabbi's some sort of genius.
or a natural leader.
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halloween.

you know, ordinarily i love halloween, but why do girls turn it into an excuse to shop?
can't one make their own costume?
can't one come up with something original?
can't one stop assuming that just because money is tight for me that you have to buy shit for me?
i mean, it's nice as a gift.
but ask me every five seconds and if you do it by fucking text messaging me, please jump of the nearest two-story building.
ugh. sorry. but that needed to be said.
i can by my own stuff, with my own money, that i earn.
not 'your' money that came from your mommy's purse, and you're only buying me this because you a.) feel sorry for me or b.) are such a total asshole that you would buy it for yourself first and you're only buying it for me to either look good by giving shit to me, or think that i'd look like a fucking moron.
get this: if i valued anyone's opinion much at all, i'd probably ask.
just saying.
hate. -squirms-
well.
to sum it up?
i hate pity.
i hate people.
i hate holidays.
i probably hate you. :)
well.
maybe not hate.
but i'm sure i want to hurt each and every one of you at least once.
-pointing fingers-
.you. need to shut the fuck up and stop trying.
.you. need to learn some manners.
.you. need to stop calling me names, or else i'll act this mean all the time.
it's possible.
really.
it is.
i can be mean. :)
i can be nice, too.
i can be civil.
but i'm always,
always
angry. :):(:
about something or other.

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p.s.: no. those weren't specific people. i didn't have anyone in mind. these are just things i tell people. mostly the second and last ones. i don't tell that many people to stop trying, because that's not right. but a lot of people need to just shut up for five seconds, or at least long enough to hear that the other person has something to say, too. i do believe everyone needs to learn some damn manners. i also believe that you should stop taking me for granted and don't get to used to me taking your insults so easily because i can become someone that nobody really likes. trust me.

ewh.

so nobody's really noticed (thankfully) my disgusting flesh eating disease-esque wound.
i don't know what the hell i did, really.
it's this freakish nasty bug-bite looking thing the size of three fcking quarter-dollars together.
it's dark red and gross. ):
and worst of all, it's right below the centre of my collarbone.
looks like i stabbed myself.
so i've been wearing high-collared shirts all week.
it's extremely annoying.
but i did go to this wonderful asian indian festival.
they had these potato and leek filled fried dumpling-like things, and they were wonderful. <3
and i've never seen so many pretty girls in one place in my life.
well. in person.
i got a funky shirt and some bracelets.
oh, and there was some eye candy of the male persuasion.
not a lot, but the few that were present were the kind of cute that makes someone piddle themselves. :3
but thassit for now.
now i must go. alas.
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optimistic

someone asked me why i was a pessimist.
once.
optimism strengthens the immune system, they said.
well.
i'm pessimistic because it hurts less when you're wrong.
the higher you fly,
the harder you fall.
and honestly.
what would hurt more?
a jump off of a hotel building,
or easily slipping out of a ground floor window?

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p.s.: short, i know.

beep

no, nothing happened, involving me.
our mystery lady whose identity i will keep a secret, for her own liking,
panda grrl,
and stacey all went to the guidance counselor.
apparently m.l. (mystery lady) cried a little, tremors in her speech.
ooh.
and uhm panda-grrl said it was annoying. i don't know about stacey.
panda grrl says she simply established she did not want anything to do with m.l.
:| i don't know about stacey.
maybe i'll ask.
but no, i wasn't in there.
i felt bad for m.l. because i know how it is, having friends turn against you (the manwhore/m. debacle of last winter, ehm ehm!!).
so i gave her a hug,
let her hug back,
by the way, she's extremely soft. :| i don't know. might be all girls.
haven't hugged to recently.
remind me.
but yeah. well, soft and wet, because apparently i know the right time to spontaneously hug someone and make them release all emotions and cry.
but crying is healthy, isn't it?
hm.
hugs are nice, that's my opinion.
always hug someone when they need it!
it seriously helps, i swear, it will.
they're not going to lash out at you, usually.
i hope.
but there you go.
we humans have some problems, don't we?
girls impling that they imply that they insinuate that every other girl is a heartless bitch.
except me.
because i'm a skank ho, says all other girls, except a few.
don't deny, you've all called me a slut. <3
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but neither will we. :)

goodie bags and plastic jewelry.

>:|
okay.
well.
m.'s goodie bag was stolen.
and if anyone doesn't know what a goodie bag is, it's your uhm crush.
:)
so her goodie bag was snapped up by .another woman.!
shaaaaame goodie bag!
so the 'other woman' was yelled at by blitz, stacey, panda-grrl, and zo-zo.
well.
not yelled at.
panda-grrl: an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. if you're like this to people, they'll do the same to you.
stacey: you know, you're being really mean. if you keep doing this you won't have many friends left.
blitz: okay, so when did you decide you like him? was it like 'omg he asked me out! it must be luuuuv'...?
zo-zo: i know it's not very fun to have all your friends against you, and i pity you for that, but you're kinda... being a jerk.
:) we're cool. we weren't insulting too much, you think? only being truthful.
and of course the princess herself needs to get her mummy on the phone and tell us we were bullying and now dishonourable we were being. :) such pleasant people am i.
and now we're stuck in the principal's office.
:|
fun?
not sure.
i'll tell you all how it is tomorrow, if she wasn't just trying to scare us.
:) wish me luck, loves.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

.

you usually don't meet anyone good, do you?
i say this because i came to the realization that clingy people totally
piss
me
off.
the ones that always need the reassurance that you're there, and who in their right mind wants to be with one of these people?
i don't want 'where r u?' texted to me every five minutes.
i'm enjoying my life, why don't you stop waiting by the phone and do the same!
:| i say this because i was chatting with some people last night, and i met someone who i was just chatting with,
and the whole time, they needed reassurance.
'am i attractive?'
sure. i'll answer your question once.
just don't go rambling
and whining
about it, because it pisses the hell out of me.
piss and hell! :| two small words, two big impacts,
both impacts hopefully telling you to shut the fuck up, you needy, needy person.
also, it's creepy and makes me feel stalked.
:| i hate people.
sometimes.
i mean sometimes i don't.
i'm no serious misanthrope.
just a bit.
:| and please don't tell me i act like this.
we all have our moments of insecurity.
believe me, i do, too.
:3
but!
just because everyone has the,
doesn't mean that
they have
them
all
the
time!
so shut up. i hate to be rude, but this is newspaper editor bitch blitz, out of her shell.
and she's pissed. :|
i know i'm lacking a lot of explanation,
but being constricted,
losing air,
bound to one person
meeting their needs, that are usually insignificant because reassuring you that your no-nos are of average size is not fun.
not that i've had to do this.
yet.

so if you're not independent enough to solve just a few of your problems
stay away from me.
i can be mean.
honestly.

note! i am not always mean. most of you know i've helped (most of) you guys at least once, through something, and that i don't just go 'eh, fck your problems,' but that's because most of you guys don't have the type of problems i'm bitching about. so i'm nice! most of the time! honestly!

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lolsoutherners

so i live in the south.
the south.
yeah.
i know you're thinking 'hick'.
because that's what everyone at our school, even if they're southern, think.
they're like 'lol lyk suthernerrrs are suck hicks lyk they eat rats on stix lolhi.'
i'm like 'where the fuck are you from?'
'uhm lyk texass? y u ask?'
'no reason. hypocritical .asshole.'
:|
i seriously hate people
and gym.
but what classic nerd doesn't.
coach h. is lovely, though. :)
which is okay.
short post, i know.

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p.s.: manwhore needs to update his blog plz.

:) :(

so we’ve all been working for a nice, drama-free hang out night, and we got one!!!
i know, I know, fanfare, claps, cheers, lovely.
but.
everyone. Freaking thinks. It. Was. Boring!
we finally have a night with no slapfights and sht, but of course we have to complain about the lack of drama in our drama free night.
of course there was a lack of drama!
it’s fcking drama free!!!!
for once!
you all say you don’t want people to cry and fight, but then you’re disappointed when we don’t!
can you ever, ever be satisfied?
or is it against teen-nature?
is it. is it. is it. it is.
no drama, no like?
if you want tears, make tears.
don’t say that you don’t want tears then complain for the lack of them.
that is all.
comments welcome. ☺
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and the first hang out night has ensued. drama = soon to come (?)

sooooo!
hang out night!
remember those, loves? yep.
okay.
well, for once, there weren't many of the following:
fights
tears
slapping
gossiping
and other nasty things. ):
but there was a little gossiping.
a little fights.
no tears so far as i know.
m. and panda-grrl kinda went crazy 'cos of some boy drama involving m.'s someone special.
and jealousy and treachery and free popcorn when you buy for tickets for this stunning spectacle!
!
!
!
not really.
but.
that was pretty much all the drama. mp3-boi got mad at mattia because she doesn't know who jim morrison is.
though he's pretty pissed at me 'cos i don't know who peter frampton is.
:) and mattia was popular. i suspected some flirtation with the narcissist there, but that's just me.
and poison.
and zo-zo.
:)
banana streak was there too!
i avoided stepping on people with my big hooker boots.
didn't work well.
sorry m.
sorry poison.
sorry everyone else.
oh, and a.c., a ghost from the past (5th grade) came.
he was kinda a jerk to me, but who wasn't?
or isn't.
yeah, i'm hated, but it feels so good. >3
not really.
i could care less.
there was a half assed dance contest, too; with manwhore and pyro-boy being the only 'competitors'.
it was pretty funny, though, no matter how half-assed it was.
...
uhm.
stacey and mp3-boi danced.
i danced, too. with manwhore, i shall add, because though i normally don't share my private life, i love you all, so yeah.
but the sixth graders are so cute when they're dancing.
they're not rubbing up all against each other's bits like we were.
<3
it's all innocent and cute.
the seventh graders, i didn't watch.
but cuuuuute. less than four.
i don't think we were like that.
i vaguely remember disliking every dance because i had no spine and didn't dance with anyone. :)
soooo were they like that?
maybe the upopular ones were.
i know how you feel, misfits!
hugs!
:0
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today i saw

today i saw a newspaper article about gossip and preventing it.
but
teen years
and gossip
and getting beaten up
and suffering in school...
that's what teen years are all about.
if you don't suffer,
you're gonna grow up
'sensitive' and weak and soft.
softie. -pokes-
and if we have a whole generation of softies,
and nobody's gonna speak their minds,
and nobody's gonna be assertive,
or even mean, and it's gonna suck butt.
):
then after all of these soft people with no bad experiences to harden them up,
they'll react even .more. baawwww-like than now.
and that'll suck.
because we'll run our of angsty smart people.
like me.
(not really)

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mischief making...<3

okaaaaay.
well, the narcissist is in some deep doo-doo, as he was--le gasp-- prank calling someone!!! :0
his name is... well, not important.
but.
this was the call....
the narcissist, looking out of library window, to the field where d00d is: 'heeey... i can seeeeee yooouuuuu...'
d00d: 'what? who are you?'
the narcissist: 'what are you wearing? don't lie, i can see you....!'
d00d: 'i know where you are!'
the narcissist: 'oh yeah?'
d00d: 'yeah! in the .library.!'
the narcissist, running down the stairs from the library: 'i'm not in the library!'
d00d: 'yes you are.'
'the narcissist: '.i'm. .not. .in. .the. .library.'
d00d: '.yes. you are.'
the narcissist, running out into the field where d00d is: 'no i'm not!!!!'

:)
and he called him again.
sort of.
'hello, this is--' (name here, but the narcissist talked over her, i believe)
'it's me .again.!!!'
'hello? hello? who is this?'
'...?' -hangs up- 'oh, sht.'

hope you can tell who said what.
but some seventh grader called me back.
because he called the chick on .my. phone, because the kid knew the narcissist's number.
(restricted though it was)
she called back and found out who it was. so yeah. doo-doo.
buuuuut~
for poison, zo-zo and i, the day didn't end until...
well, today.
but.
uhm.
we played scrabble and i was lucky enough to make the word 'assmunch'.
(don't ask.)
and we played twister and other kiddie things.
but oh god, twister.
you know how awkward that is, sticking your face in someone's ass?
'right foot green, left foot red, right hand green, left hand red!'
'blitz? blitz? why's your head there?'
'why's your azz there?'
needless to say, we both fell down.
and zo-zo fell off of the couch laughing.
we got in trouble in the morning, though...):
monsters apparently = illegal.
ohnoes! :( i'm saaaaad.
we made the mistake of leaving the cans out after we crashed upstairs.
mind you, apparently we had to go upstairs at seven in the morning.
i don't remember.
at all.
:/
i'm gonna run now, soooo...
have a good weekend except for anyone who doesn't deserve it because then they suck. :)
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banana streak returns for a day.

so banana streak's contract was all fcked up, so she couldn't come to our school.
buuuuuut today she visited since her dad coaches here.
it was shweet to see her here, though.
:)
not much to say, aside from the fact that i have a party tomorrow,
and a hang out next friday.
drama is gonna happen, folks.
accept it.
(doesn't mean i will. :()
so that's it, nothing much is up.
yet.
-d00m theme-
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p.s.: omg lyk i broke a nail so i think i'll call this chick a h0r. :<

so i got my new computer...

i did!
:) that's why i haven't been posting, i've been setting this thing up.
i went to the paramore gig a few days ago.
it was pretty good, aside from this extremely annoying large profusely-sweating boy who kept
running
into
me
and
getting
his
nasty
sweat
and
body
odor
allovermyfaaaaaace!!! >:(
what a dickhead. matia pushed him and we glared at him, but he just kinda looked at us like we were some fckin' idiots.
and then every few minutes, he's raise his arms up and scream like a moron, and guess whose face was right in his armpit vicinity...!!
yep! moi!
so zo-zo, the kindred soul that she is, she switched places with me.
and the damn sweaty boy moved over again, so he was in front of me again.
you know, he wasn't there in the first place.
he got in the way of some other people, not just us.
i seriously hate people like that. fckers.
:<
a wise person once said
'at this point in my life, i'd be a damn moron to think that anything would be handed to me on a silver platter, without any consequences...'
another wise person said
'winners never quit, and quitters never win, but if you never win and never quit, than you're a fcking moron.'
--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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p.s.: manwhore; scalped yet?

bat mitzvah.

not many people, but much drama/action/what the fck you wanna call it.
to make a long story short!
i attempted to make people realize that hello i was born a female and i want some compliments once and a while plz it's not gonna make you seem like you're madly in love with me whatever it's my freakish mindset but then i danced after i told that to mp3-boi so whatever.
and whilst i danced, panda-grrl, poison, and stacey danced with me.
we won a dance contest. :)
but, on the bright side, the narcissist was quite entertaining,
they had shirley temples,
and a chocolate fountain.
oh, and panda-grrl talked with mp3-boi. :)
(and, to all readers: by boi i don't mean a young boyish lesbian. mp3-boi is a boy whose blog name i spelled like that.)

things kinda sorted out, and apparently i looked divine. :3
the reason to not wear dresses and stuff so much; if i look .that. good in them, it'll give you all something to look foreward to. :3
manwhore danced with some people who i can't remember,
and the balcony was beautiful.
i wish i had a balcony.
and a windowseat.
and a room full of lovely fluffy pillows.
and a personal chef.
and lived with some of my friends.
and had less writer's block.
but that's a wish. :)
and that's it.
dancing is fun, especially when you suck as bad as i do. trust me.
just looking stupid is fun.
if my dance was a word, it would be: wrgzeghziluetighluesntgheea5irugnh5liuy5oit
if poison's was a word, it would be something funky (not F.U.N.K.y) and unique.
panda-grrl's would be something abrupt, short, but something you rarely hear.
and stacey's would be something bubbly. probably the word 'bubbly'. :)
but iunno about the guys. most of them don't really dance, except the narcissist and mp3-boi.
who are crazy but awesome.
the other guys (no offense. ): ) don't really know how to work their hips.
and let loose! adfhaetrigjetlhjg~!
but that's it so far. wrote another song. :)

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

schooooooooool!!!!!!!

j'adore lunch with the boys in the courtyard. so nice! courtyard is lovely.
the narcissist tried to grab my boob, but i'll put that behind me.
again.
and again.
and m. asked me how i can deal with them.
why?
the narcissist: "well i was on vacation and i saw this little kid so i was like 'hey can i feel your nips?' and the kid said no, so i'm like 'so at least can i rub 'em?' kid: 'no!! i'm a little kid! rapist,' so he's like 'no. i'm a child molester. run away!!!! :0' (at this point, mp3-boi shoves his hands down the narcissist's shirt.)

so yeah. i'm used to it. this is the fifth year of hanging out with the narcissist.
so i'm used to it.
our math teacher wears, uhm, tight pants. at least in the butt.
you can kind of see his, uhm, pant line.
it's weird.
-hides under shelf- i wasn't the only one.
zo-zo, penguu, stacey, m., all the girls were like, 'what the fck!???!?!?!'
trust me boys. not tight pants unless you have no panty lines.
just saying.
that's all for now; g.s.'s bat mitzvah tomorrow.
expect a full report tomorrow, loves! or the day after...

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

p.s.: partay! pics may come.

omglykrly.

dear self.

i don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. i think i realized it when you put cuffs on me outside of chicago and i saw you sit on my avocado plant. i'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that santa doesn't exist. i'm returning your love letters to you, but i'll keep your mom as a memory. you should also know that i never openly mocked eggplant fetishism.

go and drown yourself,

blitz

a meme! :0
directions are:

how you do the letter meme:

dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog)
i don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. i think i realized it ___2___ ___3___ and i saw you ___4___ ___5___. i'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. i'm returning ___8___ to you, but i'll keep ___9___ as a memory. you should also know that i ___10___ ___11___.___
12___,-your name-

1. what's the color of your shirt?
blue - our romance is over
red - our affair is over
white - i'll join the monastery
black - i dislike you
green - our horoscope doesn't match
grey - you're a pervert
yellow - i'm selling myself
pink - your nostrils are insulting
brown - the mafia wants you
no shirt - you're a loser
other - i'm in love with your sister

2. which is your birth month?
january - that night
february - last year
march - when your dwarf bit me
april - when i tripped on sesame seeds
may - first of may
june - when you put cuffs on me
july - when i threw up
august - when i saw the shrunken head
september - when we skinny dipped
october - when i quoted santa
november - when your dog ran amok
december - when i changed tennis shoes

3. which food do you prefer?
tacos - in your apartment
pizza - in your camping car
pasta - outside of chicago
hamburgers - under the bus
salad - as you ate enchilada
chicken - in your closet
kebab - with paris hilton
fish - in women's clothing
sandwiches - at the hare krishna graduation
lasagna - at the mental hospital
hot dog - under a state of trance
none of the above - with george bush and his wife

4. what's the color of your socks?
yellow - hit on
red – insult
black - ignore
blue - knock out
purple - pour syrup on
white - carve your initials into
grey - pull the clothes off
brown - put leeches on
orange – castrate
pink - pull the toupee off
barefoot - sit on
other - drive out

5. what's the color of your underwear?
black - my best friend
white - my father
grey - bill clinton
brown - my fart balloon
purple - my mustard soufflé
red - donald Duck
blue - my avocado plant
yellow - my penpal in ghana
orange - my kid rock-collection
pink - manchester united's goalkeeper
none - my john f. kennedy-statue
other - the crazy monk

6. what do you prefer to watch on tee-vee?
scrubs - man
o.c. - emotional
one tree hill - open
heroes - frostbitten
lost - high
house - scarred
simpsons - cowardly
the news - mongolic
idol - masochistic
family guy - senile
top model - middle-class
none of the above - ashamed

7. your mood right now?
happy - how awful i've felt
sad - how boring you are
bored - that santa doesn't exist
angry - that your pimples are at the last stage
depressed - that we're cousins
excited - that there is no solution to this.
nervous - the middle-east worried - that your honda sucks
apathetic - that I did a sex-change
ashamed - that i'm allergic to your hamster
cuddly - that i get turned on by garbage men
overjoyous - that i'm open
other - that extreme home makeover sucks

8. what's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
white - your ring
yellow - your love letters
red - your darth vader-poster
black - your tame stone
blue - the couch cushions
green - the pictures from ell-ay
orange - your false teeth
brown - your contact book
grey - our matching snoopy-bibs
purple - your old lottery coupons
pink - the cut toenails
other - your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
a/b - your photo
c/d - the oil stocks
e/d - your neighbour martin
g/h - my virginity
i/j - the results of your blood-sample
k/j - your left ear
m/n - your suicide note
o/p - my common sense
q/r - your mom
s/t - your collection of butterflies
u/v - your criminal record
w/x - david's tricot outfits
y/z - your grades from college

10. the last letter in your last name?
a/b - always will remember
c/d - never will forget
e/f - always wanted to break
g/h - never openly mocked
i/j - always have felt dirty before
k/l - will tell the authorities about
m/n - told in my confession today about
o/p - was interviewed by the times about
q/r - told my psychiatrist about
s/t - get sick when I think of
u/v - always will try to forget
w/x - am better off without
y/z - never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
water- our friendship
beer - senility
soft drink - a new life as a clone
soda - the incarnation as an eskimo
milk - the apartment building
wine - cocaine abuse
cider - a passionate interest for mice
juice - oprah winfrey imitations
mineral water - embarrassing rash
hot chocolate - eggplant-fetishism
whisky - to ruin the second world war
other - to hate the boston celtics

12. to which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
thailand - warm regards
you.ess.ay. - best regards
england - good luck on your short-term leave from jail
spain - go and drown yourself
china - disgusting regards
germany - with ease
japan - go burn
greece - your everlasting enemy
australia - greetings to your frog leonard
egypt - fuck off now
france - in pain
other - greetings to your freaky family

put it on yer blog, btches! :)
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.!! :)

band names (those who read this, comments and suggestions are a must!!)

'if you're interested'
'bugs in your computer'
'would have been'
'all that and a bag of chips' (a bit long...)
'a mere scrawl'
'nothing remotely fun'
'the tell-tale heart' (any poe fans? hm? hm?)
'found in a bottle'
'loss of breath'
'you.eff.oh'
'angel of the odd'
'lip service'
'too much of a good thing'
'demonstrate the absence'
'sie beißt' &&
'elle mord' (german and french for 'she bites', respectively)

i ran out now.
tell me what you like in a comment, or else you shall be...
well.
looked down upon.
more than usual. :/
see youse.
<33blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

back in virgin land.

-plays game furiously-
sometimes rick sounds smart, but then he says 'cuz', and i can tell the translation team like to make the characters sound like poo.
also, if a restaurant is a chain restaurant it is .not. gourmet. (sp? ): )
it just isn't.
that is all for today.
(yes, i'm home. yaaay.)

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

if it smells like F.U.N.K....

ok. i know. you're probably all like 'omgomgomgomgomg lyk y did u put teh F.U.N.K. in teh title btch!!??!E312'
blasphemy! well, no.
i just wanted all of you to know to nevar evar evar get addicted to anything.
it's so classic, but it's true.
for example: i want you all to buy some sculpy (modeling clay), make something, bake it for wwwwwaaaaaayyyyyyy too long, pour some melting rubber on it, and then maybe vomit on it.
then smell it.
that's what beer tastes like. no lies here, folks.

and my second little thing to ignore = pills.
especially for you girls, because i know i know, motrin is needed once per month,
buuuut
if you get carried away, this may happen:
you're miserable for four hours,
end up taking mooooore pills,
sit on the crapper all day,
still have cramps,
then you'll try to eat something, and you'll puke up the alchohol that your sister's boyfriend dared you to try.
(that's how i know what that damn beer tastes like. -vacuums tongue-)
then after eating some cold ramen noodles and lying on the couch watching children's shows,
you'll be fine, because apparently barfing up that disgusting alchohol and the small amount of food you're actually eating makes cramps go away.

who knew?
beer sucks. pills suck.
don't do drugs, kids! :0
seriously. you do drugs and fck up your life, i'm gonna force some pills down your throat and show you that retching = no fun.
maybe some alchohol-sht tastes good, but bleeeh.
maybe it's 'cos i'm small, or 'cos i'm smart, or 'cos i have weird taste buds.

i was originally going to request sympathetic phone calls from fellow members of the F.U.N.K., but i'm going out for ice cream. or italian ice.
just remind me not to stay up with my sister and her boyfriend any more.
who, by the way, acts kind of like manwhore and j.c. at the same time.

and one cute little anectdote before i leave for frozen treats...

'i can has sunglasses?'
adsf. so we were at the beach, feeding the seagulls some cheap bread, when my sister's boyfriend puts bread on the bill of his hat. the bird grabs it and nearly craps on my sister. :p he keeps doing this, but after a while one of the seagulls pulls off his damn sunglasses, and starts flying away. it left the bread. so i'm chasing after the frikkin' sea gull, trying to get the sunglasses, and it just drops them. oh, lord, that was funny. :3 made my evening, it did.

so all in all, have a nice day. ;)
see you laters, cheese graters.
here's hoping i don't see any of you retching in a toilet anytime soon. :/
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

(but neither will we. ;) )

t.v. and eyes.

we have this huge, big deluxe 1000 channel shitload of effects that's actually crap.
but i was watching my sister and her boy switching through the t.v. guide, and i found this little funtidbit.
here's the order of channels:

busty blonde buttfcking
high school tit fcking
kidz only!!! =))))

no, they didn't go to any of those. ew.

and on eyes:
the girls in my family have pretty much two things in common.
we're, uhm, 'blessed' with 'tiddlywinks', and our eyyyes.
my dad calls them 'wolf eyes'.
my mom's are this dark blue on the outside rim, green for most of the iris, and this amber brown near the pupil.
my sister's are slate blue with brown around the pupil,
and mine are green, with these darrrrk blue-ish rims, (sometimes), and brown around the pupils.
yes, sexy eyes.
we are a family of temptresses. fall to my charms plz!

well, i'm off.
din-din with the relatives.
baibai, lovelies.
--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

things i would like to share. btch.

so i went shopping. :0 i got some nice stuff, but all of you are gonna have to wait, because i'm not wasting my blog on my fashion conquests.
even though i look hot.

but~~
there's some stuff that's happened that i'd love to just be there with you guys,
like with stacey and m. and panda-grrl on the cute carnival rides (ferris wheel, yaaay!),
mp3-boi, j.i., and j.c. with the crazy monopoly games and the beach in general.
oh, and the arcade. that's for them and panda-grrl, and pretty much all of you boys. mwah!
and the smilie face water tower for penguu (you know the one you put on my locker to cheer me up? i saw the real.thing! o.o i have pictures),
and the late night walks at the beach for zo-zo,
the funny looking 'make out mints' with swimmie and stacey,
the light up lazzzzer light water show with poison,
the fact that i think my dad is a /b/tard with manwhore,
the cute beachy crazy shops with matia,
the huge inflatable blow up prizes and overstuffed stuffed animals with banana streak,
oh, and also the fact that he wore his 'nuns with guns' shirt in front of a nun-house,
the helicoptor ride with the narcissist,
and i just wish that it wasn't so lonely up here, even though it's great fun, i still miss you!

yes'm, i rode in a helicoptor.
i also saw a homeless man with one leg...
i'm scouring the beach for seashells to make into jewelry,
enjoying the microwave,
getting thrown out of three casinos and thrown out of the waves,
feeding the seagulls,
looking at lightning lighting up the sky so it's pink, even if it's so far far off,
and mp3-boi?
i know you're in jersey, too, so you won't get this,
and you don't read my blog, buuuut
there was a chiropractor named jimmy morrison.
i love the city, though, and my sister'll be here tomorrow.
so i may not update for a while, but i may call you. one of you. :/
also...
manwhore!
!!! attention!
get fight club! -is bitten by horsefly-
damn.
oh, well.
monopoly calls me, lovelies!
miss you,
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

y.e.s.!!!

i got wireless!
on the first day in new jersey! :)
i'm so enthralled. <3
i have to sit on the deck to get a connection, but i may update.
car ride kinda sucked.
long.
boring.
i finished 'invisible monsters,' though.
it's verrrrry lonely out here, folks. :(
the ferry ride was nice, though. i saw dolphins.
tomorrow we'll probably go out to get some yogurt for smoothies, and
wheat bread!!!
and microwave popcorn.
because we not only have a microwave,
we have a toaster,
and we have a blender!
i don't own any of those things... >.< -squee again-
so yeah, girlies. i'm having wheat bread toast with mayo again.
well, at least you don't have to watch me eat it.
or maybe i'll videotape me eating it.
take that, chickie. x3
so all in all, i'm good.
hi to all.
wish i had a friend up here. ):
i might call one of you, if you're lucky. >:3

see ya~~
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

miranda cosgrove (yes, again. soz.)

ok. this is just her freaking .eyes.. they're .tiny.!
ok. so she has small eyes. not so bad.
her 'perfectly plucked eyebrows' (a real quote, btch!) are smaller than her .eyes., i swear.
and then her eye makeup is
all.
over.
her.
fcking.
face!
it's past her fcking temple. o.o
is this where the people at school get it?
(no, i don't like miranda. she really pisses me off; huge poseur, bad actress, bad singer. meat puppet.)
here's a diagram, srsly.

----^
( (o) )>>>>>>>

eyebrows are arched; can't do that with so little space.
>>>>=makeup.
(o)=iris and eye
()=rim of eye
----^=eyebrow

i'm serious, how anyone can think that looks natural is drain bramaged. :<
again.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

mmm...

-noms corn dog- i love the immediate gratification centre that is seven-eleven. <3
om nom nom nom... :)
but that's not what i'm here to say.
do you all remember when you were little and you knew what you wanted to do for a living?
'i wanna be a karate master'
'i wanna be a garbage man'
'i wanna be a cat'
'i wanna be a chef'
most of us don't want to be what we used to be back then.
me? i wanted to be a contortionist.
you know, someone who's really flexible and bends around for a living?
yes. i wanted to be a contortionist.
what did you all want to be back in kindergarten? tell me. :)
(comment plz. :) )

i'm going to new jersey tomorrow morning, so don't be surprised if i don't update tomorrow.
they've got internet connection there, so i think that we're good. i won't update until nighty-time,
because the rents don't want me on the compy all day.
so check later at night, and tomorrow, if i update in the car, you'll know.
'hey. i'm in the car. it sucks. i'll be here for hours. lalalalalaa...'

alas, i'm off.
see ya.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

mcdonaldddd's!

it's disgusting, i know. but since these articles piss me off so much, i've decided to rant a lil' here.

here's a few fun facts i found (http://lawandhelp.com/q298-2.htm)

a report in liability week, september 29, 1997, indicated that kathleen gilliam, 73, suffered first degree burns when a cup of coffee spilled onto her lap. reports also indicate that mcdonald's consistently keeps its coffee at 185 degrees, still approximately 20 degrees hotter than at other restaurants. third degree burns occur at this temperature in just two to seven seconds, requiring skin grafting, debridement and whirlpool treatments that cost tens of thousands of dollars and result in permanent disfigurement, extreme pain and disability to the victims for many months, and in some cases, years.

okay. what. the. fck.
it's coffee, btches.
(didn't the woman spill it herself, anyway? or did a fairy do it?)
who are you gonna sue when you spill coffee you at your house on your lap?
because we all do.
so who ya gonna sue then?
the people that make the coffee-maker, or the people that make the coffee grounds?
you people are pathetic. :(
ok. well. pain. still your fault.


next!
*d00d*, 15, has eaten at mcdonald's almost every day since the age of six. his macaholic addiction has taken his weight to 400lbs, although he is only 5ft 6in tall. 'i normally order the big mac, fries, icecream or shake - i like to super size my orders,' he said. *d00d* has developed diabetes. <--- no wonder.
the suit, filed in new york last week, claims that addiction to mcdonald's has led to obesity. <--- they just realized this?
*d00d*'s mother, *chick*, claims that she would not have let her son gorge himself if she had known the food contained such high levels of fat, cholesterol and salt. 'i always believed mcdonald's food was healthy for my son,' she said.

i lol'd. especially at the last line.
'i always believed mcdonald's food was healthy for my son...'
bullsht!
maybe you don't care about your son at all and this is some crap attempt to get on the news!
it worked, but newsflash! that quote made you look waaaay stupid.
mcdonalds?
healthy?
ohplz. how many cases like this have there been, anyway.
100000000000000?

courtesy of buzzle.net. or something... :(


'you eat a lot of cheeseburgers at fast-food restaurants and you get fat'
always classy, faux news. always classy.

'nevertheless, the lawsuit claims kids and their parents didn't know how fattening the food was.'
uhm. if you squeeze the burger, and you get enough grease out of it to fill a standard size styrofoam cup, it. isn't. healthy. get the picture?

'stella ordered her 49 cent coffee knowing that it was incredibly hot. she chose to attempt to drive while holding her coffee in the front seat. stella clumsily spilled the coffee in her lap while driving and slightly burned herself. angry at her own stupidity, she turned against a big corporation for revenge. stella received a final judgment for her trouble, and the burn from mcdonald’s coffee was an unprecedented occurrence.'
they say this is the myth, and that .this. is the fact:

'stella was 79 years. she was a passenger in her grandson’s vehicle. she ordered a 49 cent coffee at the mcdonald’s drive through and was attempting to open the coffee to add cream and sugar while the car was not moving, when the cap popped off, spilling coffee in her lap. because the coffee was heated to between 180-190 degrees fahrenheit, and because she was wearing sweatpants which absorbed the coffee and held it next to her skin, Stella received third degree burns on her inner thighs, perineum, buttocks, genital, and groin areas. these injuries resulted in eight days of hospitalization during which she received skin grafting for her burns. stella was left scarred and disabled for more than a year.'
does this mean she had to get genital reconstruction...?
or skin grafts 'down there'? oi. we-ell, i have no sympathy.
wait until you get home to eat your poorly prepared greasy swill, and get some patience, mkay?
call me mean and insensitive, but admit it.
most of you have the sense to wait until you get home to eat/drink something incredibly hot, anyway.
and if i'm right, doesn't micky-d's have some 'caution hot' stickers on there?
i think they do. :/

in other news, 99¢ stores now sell six pack cartons of eggs.
bye for now.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

discovery

!!!
i just realized...
i-carly is a rip off of the amanda show?
amirite?
huhuhuhhh?
i know i am.
i used to watch that show so much. :0 it was funny.

opinions are accepted now. but i'm sure you agree.
i'm .sure..

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

manwhore's blog list is interesting.

list of secrets/guilty pleasures. (and just a few random things about me.)
that's there on the list, and the only one i feel like doing now.

1. i love the little mermaid. no lie.
2. actually, pretty much all of the disney princesses... :p
3. i own over five different dictionary.
4. i actually like avril lavigne's 'girlfriend'. (song)
5. i'm a sucker for a good romance. ;) (novel movie play. as long as it's good.)
6. when i was younger, i would get 'kidz cuisine' frozen meals, and when i got mac and cheez, it came with corn and applesauce. i would mix all of them together and eat it all. :<
7. one of my old friends was and probably still is a furry. furry. furry. -echo- :0
8. in the third grade, i, like everyone else, made a valentine for everyone. and i matched mine up with my crush's and was like 'omg! wut a kawinkidink! u rly got that too?' (yeah. i know. i'm a loser.)
9. i still have my junie b. jones books from when i was little.
10. pool's closed.

well. i can't really think of any secrets that i have right now...
what were you expecting?
me to be a h0r?
or a furry?
or for me to be into some sort of weird n00dz?
-shudder-
no, soz.
but that's it for todays. :)
probably.
i'll be on the web all day. email me or something, lovelies.

oh lawd. just a recommendation from moi:
read this series:
misfile. (www.misfile.com)
manwhore has it linked on his blag,
(yes i spelled it that way)
and i think it's great. seriously.
i luvs it. (vash is so huggable. exdee.)
so read, my minions!
reeeaaad!
unless it's too 'disturbing' or 'pervy' for you.
from what i heard, it is.
softies. -sticks tongue out-
but yaaaay.
so that's how i spent my day. like this.
oh, and writing camp is a bit of a bust.
no poetry? baawwww!
oh well.
see you all, sometime.
(off to new jersey this weekend untill the next! whoo-ee!)

blitz of the F.U.N.K.

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U'll
Never
Know

headdesk.

i hate people who pretend to be smart.
srsly.
(i've been on teh interwebs a lot lately)
but they're throwing out these words like divas drop names,
and i go 'do you even know what the fck that means?'
and they're like...
'yes!'
and i'm like
'what?'
they're like...
'stuff........'

yeah. smart. reading sht off of a site or book or whatever to sound intelligent.
people will love you later in life.
(you know who you are. and some of you may think you are but aren't. some may think you are and are.)
luvluvshine,btch
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

p.s.: manwhore, tell me what you did in your all nighter! tell me for i am an oracle!

-putts around like a lawnmower-

so you know i have fears, strangely enough?
people always tell me i'm this unbreakable loveable gorgeous force...
but really?
i'm human,
i'm selfish.
i fear,
i want.

this topic's pretty gloomy, so i'm keeping it short.
i don't want to be sad again.
probably a fear.
to go back to the whole anxiety phase, you know?
terrible, really.
a loss of months.

so here's a quick list of fears:

-loud noises
-chaos
-people in general
-people that are bigger than me
-losing control
-fading away

just aknowleged the fading thing.
seriously.
i don't wanna fade!
i'm 13!
this can't be my prime!
:/
i'm done.
i'm tired of this subject.

i also don't wanna sound gloomy, so
funcakeramatripleglittercreampie.
there. happy words! :)

--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

water parks are fun. even though i got grounded.

so i was grounded from (the newly single!) poison. again.
because we were wandering around a water park with panda-grrl and stacey.
without an ah-dult.

oh, well. here are the examples of out boy magnetism (i say boy because as many cute girls there were there (including us four!), they were straight, i assume. because none of them winked at this ine specimen of sexiness;namely, me. or the others, for that matter).

<3-boys staring at us and following us around. srsly.
<3-lifeguard splashing water at me and panda grrl--over and over.
<3-the same life guard was seen talking to another life guard pointing at us and going 'oh, yeah!'
<3-damn life-guard again. we were on a huge inner-tube ride, and there was a wall of water before the actual ride, and he held our raft under it for a while. (and guess who was under the fcking water? huh? huh? me? yeah!) (the life-guard in question was cute. <3)
<3-on the way up a line, there was a really cute guy standing in front of us, and he was pretty quiet, i assume, because he was standing there by himself, not responding to anything, except probably grinning at our antics, and panda-grrl wonders (out loud!) if he's going on the ride with us. and you know what? he offers! 'hey, you wanna come with me?' yes, i do. but, he looked older than us. like, a lot older. D:
<3-so i got dared to tell this dood that he was cute. (mind you, he was.) so i did. he grinned. and apparently he walked over to say something to me, but when us four started laughing, he turned away.
<3-so the hottest guy there (model hot. cross between skater, surfer, and scene. i see you drooling!) was obviously hot. very hot. hike up your shorts, adjust your shirt hot. he smiled at yours truly. mostly because i yelled 'you're hawt'. but. i am, too. so it would work. yeah, i'm not conceited. srsly.
<3-last one, people! hot emo guy, seen with his mother (so he was around our age. dee. (could not have been younger. trust me), winked at me. i don't know what happened to the other three, but i am obviously welcome at water parks.
<3-i lied. some guy gave etta three dollars off of a locker rental. sweet, ain't it?

ok. so obviously this was an ego boost. oh, and some dood grabbed panda-grrl's butt.
i kicked him in the crotch.
area.
...i love water parks.
and for those who say 'what if he didn't know what he was doing? he was underwater!'
he had goggles, btch.

also, i declare win on that water park.
why?
because. people were staring at our people, and so...
'in west philadelphia born and raised
in the playground is where i spent most of my days
chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
and all shootin' some bee-ball outside of the school
when a couple of guys, who were up to no good
started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
i got in one little fight and my mom got scared
and said, "you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel-air.'

actually, we sang the whole thing, but you get the point.
i think the guy next to us was a /b/tard, because he was the one that wanted to ride with us?
a little young to be a 4channer, in my opinion.
but then, what am i?
(a freak, no questions asked.)

but that's pretty much it, not counting how we had sno-cones,
how there were a lot of hawt people,
some overweight people,
some overweight and hawt people,
(all chicks, mind you. the overwiehgt guys wore speedos. removes all hawtness.)
a boy who one of us (no name) swears had no nipples,
6 men in speedo thongs (ewh),
how the wave pool owns,
or how that group of boys immitated me calling everyone pet names like:
'princess F.U.N.K.enstein', 'sorcress of sass', 'hawt stuff', 'love muffin', and more.
well...
they were either immitating me, or calling me hawt stuff.
both work for me! :)

see you then,
whenever then is...
blitz of the F.U.N.K.

p.s.: go hawt people! especially that dood that grinned at me. sexxxxxy.

so i heard...

...nothing, really.
but i've been thinking about doing some drama next year.
not the 'omgomgomg my purss is gawn!'
kind of drama...
the 'romeo romeo wherefor art thou romeo?'
kind of drama.
like, acting.
i decided to put my skillz to the test.
because for some strange reason i can lie really well.
and i like characters...
and scaring people...
and being dramatic...
and being obnoxious...
so i figured; acting?
who knows? for i do not.

also, i'm on the path to healthier eating.
take that, btches.
well, it's not 'healthy'.
healthy in the sense of eating more fruits and vegetables,
and eating less cookies and chocolate and sht...

and on another point, i wonder if i'll ever see some same-sex slow dancing?
hm. because boys and girls can dance as friends...
can girls and girls or boys and boys?
i, feeling gender makes no difference in this world, at least, it shouldn't on some things,
think that we should be able to dance with each other.
here are three pros and three cons. deal.

pro: no lonliness during slow songs! everyone becomes friends with someone due to some attraction, you know...
pro: no awkwardness, if it was just for friends.
pro: for the girls: admit it. girls are usually prettier and smell better.

con: people are cruel. (including: possisble parental punishments, and people throwing bits of fruit at you.)
con: for anyone that would consider slow dancing romantic no matter what, they might say no not because they're against samesex dancing, but because they don't like you. i'm included here, kk? i'm not about to be uber nice and soft. maybe.
con: most boys are very insecure about their sexuality (by which i mean are they hetero or homo or bi sexual?) (admit it! it's true!), and there would be no cute boyboy couples.

hey. you can do it with a guy friend, why not a girl friend? or you can do it with a girl friend, why not a guy friend?
i'll wear a suit to the next formal, if this ever works.
i could so pull off being a guy. especially since my hair is even shorter now. :3

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

p.s.: you all know the truth: b.b. and c.d. would make a cute couple. <3

scene for dummies.hollywood undead

so someone slipped a razor in your cupcake.
think about it, really...
you're savouring the nice cupcake that you really shouldn't be eating,
because you know that man that gave it to you looked suspicious.
but all the same, you're eating it.
licking the fluffy icing on the top, your tongue runs into a sprinkle.*
all the same, you eat it, and continue with your cupcake montage.
then, once you get to the precious white gold that is the cupcake.
and this, you can tell, is not a store-bought cupcake.
it's homemade.
from scratch, not a mix, either.
fresh-baked with love. or razors. same difference.
but, after getting a taste of that ice cream, you, my greedy friend, eat almost all of that cupcake in one bite.
but since you aren't a paranoid person spending their day in their house eating everything through a tube,
you feel something weird on your tongue.
but it's too late for that, you've got tongue blood in your tasty cupcake.
sorry.

but that's reality, a slew of ironic twists until death.
for example. a razor in a cupcake.
could kill you.
could cut your tongue off.
then you'd be 'deformed'.
but what is a human, if not deformed?
we are not all of the same mold, all with different tweaks and twitches.
so we're all deformed.
and not all of it is because of a birth defect, or a lack of paranoia and a razor-laced cupcake.
some of it is just because you are.
you are.
deformations, if the word is correct, are so many.
freckles,
astigmatisms,
tumors,
intersex genetalia at birth,**
a broken nose,
a half a tongue,
broken-looking toes,
hairy legs,
no hair at all,
eyebrows,
ingrown hairs,
pierced ears...

the list goes on.
all of us are deformed.
so when you're talking and that poor person in front of you can't speak correctly for some reason or another
one of those reasons may be someone else's fault (such as a suspicious cupcake),
and you never know.
it might happen to you.
so just think about it.
before you judge anyone...
race included. i didn't mention that.
but 'race', gender,*** they're just physical.
that and religion. religion and sexuallity****, don't judge for them.

.for.the.record.
. . .

i don't think all poseurs suck.
but, from my experience, most of them do.
kind of depends on what they pose as.
but they mostly have some confidence issues to work with.
i don't think all christians, jew, catholics, muslims, wiccans, lesbians, gays, bisexuals, boys, girls, transsexuals, drag queens, anarchists, athiests, poseurs, and people of all 'races' and other 'religions' suck.
at least, in particular.
i just don't like...people.
not much, at least.
i'm content sitting alone.
so i'm not prejudiced, btches.
just vulgar and kind of rude, and even if i have a few anxiety issues,
i love the beautiful, which can be found in everything. just saying.

.my.rant.ends.here.

so i hope i meet someone cool someday...
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

---

*:not a razor, sorry to build tension. sprinkles aren't my favourite, though...
**:look it up yourself, fcker.
***:not in the spiritual-like sense.
****:bah,humbug!! gender is not an issue. aside from the proper genetalia. i hate that word.

traffic jam.

ever watched the traffic report channel?
it's really wild.
no censors or anything...

no, really.
me and my parents, watching the traffic channel.
comments listed here:

'oooh, this is a new one!'
'ohlook! a sign!'
'ahhhhhh! loooooook!'
'one, two, three, four, o.m.g., 7 cars!'
'i think this is a rerun'
'no, they always have fresh material'
'this is a remake'
'oh, of the japanese version?'
'omg another sign!'
'-fangirl scream-'

those are just a few.
it's late, i'm sneaking on...
end post here.

<--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.-->

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

p.s.: nosrsly. watch it.

emo is a lie.

i'm here to kind of let you all know that.
emo.
is.
not.
real.

you're not real.
you're just another cog in the trend machine.
dressing the .same. way as people in a certain group dress, and those people, even if they're damnsexy, look alike.
can you tell two emo boys apart?
aside from the streaks in their hair and the different hot topic shirts they're wearing.
really. admit it.
and whenever you say you want to look different, then pick up your hot topic wardrobe, so you can be different, just like all of your friends.
you're just as bad as the brand-stalkers... the girls who wear the same gucci purses and practically coordinate their days so they all wear the same prada-pants and coach undies.
you exclude the girls who don't wear hot topic because they're automatically bitchy preppies who suck and should die.
and don't get me started with the stereotypes of cheerleaders being bitches. because not all of them are. c.g. is a cheerleader! (her last name is a colour. think...)

and no, i'm not talking about all 'emo' people.
just the ones that label themselves 'emo' so they fit in with all of their 'different' friends.
and then you people that think putting in a fake lip ring and enough hair streaks to be a work of modern art makes you punk, or goth, or . . . well, maybe it'll make you emo . . .
but it won't work.
please shove something hard and sandpapery down your throat.
and die.
please. we don't need people like this. people that think dressing like all of the other 'dark' people make you different and unique, and people that thinks being snobby and 'preppy' makes you superior to everyone else, and . . . well people who act like that.

oh well. i have to go.
the daily show is on. off to spend quality time with the 'rents.
happy birthday, ty-ty. happy birthday, manwhore.
to a successful year of. . . well, whatever you two do.

--&&blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

ohmygod(dess)!! the radical christians! they're coming to kill me!

ohfckno. i'm gonna get mer-derrrred! noes!
actually, i'm probably just going to be trash talked for hours until this website finds a new person to hate.
in case you'd like to know what i'm talking about, here is some person's view on homosexuality and tansgender...ism.
sorry. i don't really know the word. ): i'm so inept with the words and the wordiness. (read it. i'll throw in some humour, 'kay? or at least btching. you all love my btching.)

"well, even though this is much more watered down than i wanted it to be, you must remember that i go to a public school…if i really expressed my beliefs then i would get kicked out! so we needed to write a one page “reflection” in my psychology class on this movie we watched on transgender children and then on a presentation made by mr. *name removed*-the head of the “gay straight alliance” ((yes. g.s.a. why the quotes?)) at my school…
after watching the tragic movie on the stories of transgender children and listening to mr. *name removed*'s presentation on gender issues one would think that an opinion could be swayed. but not mine; in fact my beliefs are even stronger than before. i am a member of a devout catholic family ((does)) whose morals are based on the teachings of *i'm taking this out to avoid controversy...* and i am proud to be part of it. . . being catholic and going to a public school where hardly anyone shares my beliefs can be difficult when it comes to discussing issues such as these; i have been accused of being “hateful, sententious and bigoted” ((i'm not surprised. i just hope you aren't.)) when it comes to my beliefs on homosexuality and transgender issues. contrary to popular belief, a true ((devout i am assuming)) christian, like myself, is not a hateful, sententious and bigoted person and I do not hate anyone. . ."((i haven't seen too many .devout. real christians/catholics/whatever you call yourselves...))

yeah. lots of comments. that's barely the first part. so now i'll just give you the juicy little nibblets of it.

(including comments)
but first, i'll cover the rest of the article; this person simply states that she or he thinks that if parents were nicer, there would be no gay or bisexual or transgender kids. they blame gender issues on parents.

ok. onto the comments.

"a situation like this calls for treating the person like they have a mental disorder, because they do!"
that's like calling a belief or religion a mental disorder. belief that you like one gender, belief that you like both, belief that you like niether, belief that you are of the other sex, belief that there is an invisible man in the sky that will punish you if you don't act nice. only one of these is really condoned, you know. sad? maybe. to me, it is...

"i highly doubt that any of these people with gender ‘problems’ were brought up in a proper, loving, and caring family."
there's no problem... people being people is part of being a person, you . . . person. we don't need to fit into the same gender role as everyone else. we all know that i barely fit into a gender role at all. and then panda-grrl, zo-zo, penguu, poison, they aren't all 'omg let's go shopping' or the even more cliché 'i must be a stay at home mommy when i grow up and i have to cook for my lovely hubby omg'. (but they aren't binding their chests and cutting their hair short, either. but it's an example!)

(continuation of the previous...)
"where the mother would rear the children in femininity, and the father teach his son the responsibilities of being a man, and the importance of strong fatherhood."
(this person capitalized mother and not father. why? just wondering). uhm, well. my dad taught me what i know, my mom taught me what i know, and my sister did, too. the females of the family agree with me when i say that people are very annoying, and girls can be total btches. and my dad taught me everything else. but i wasn't really brought up with any gender role. goooo parents!

"you say there is a physical disorder when a child would be born ‘intersex.’ but I strongly disagree with you."
fck!!!!!! -endless exclamation points- ok. do we need to take a picture? i will! once i see an intersex baby... i fear babies. ): they're all loud and... bawwww. but how do you disagree with that? there is concrete proof! if you looked hard enough, instead of looking for your paris hilton sex tapes, you could find a diagram or a picture or something. you poor misunderstood basement-dweller. ):

"but on the point of men and women who think themselves the opposite sex, and dress like so, there is a grave perversity present. why perversity? because men are supposed to be men, and women are supposed to be women."
uhm, says you! i personally find feminine boys to be attractive. then women with shaved heads who aren't feminine at all; they can be attractive, too! it's not perverse. to a certain extent, and in a certain time in a certain place, you could call it 'kinky'. maybe. but d00d. it isn't that bad. people are people are people are people are people. duuuhhhhh.

"we live in a society of drugs. women taking birth control. . ."
this proceeds into a rant on kiddies taking more drugs than ozzy. but birth control? uhm, not every woman wants to get knocked up, and it's precautionary. what if the woman doesn't want to pass something onto the kid, or what if he's... iunno, a prostitute/tot? i don't approve of that, but the last thing we need in this world is more fcking people. at least they know they don't need to pop a baby out every 9 months...

"god is the only truth!"
god(dess) is perspective! to the fishies in the pond, my father is their god. to poor shin in 'godless', the water tower is his god. to the kitties, my mom may be their god. goddess. or food bringer. whatever. and to you, maybe, some invisible d00d(ette) in the sky is god. i'm fine with that, sure, cool, invisible person in the sky, rad! i don't have a problem with that. no sarcasm there. but . . . oh, whatever. i give up. for now. on you.

"when you marry for your want instead of god’s will, you allow satan to dictate whatever he see’s fit!"
no. marraige is pretty much for your want, because you're in luvv or whatever with this person. that doesn't mean satan or whatever is dictating my soul. but love is pretty fcked up. maybe you're right.

"transgenderism is not the defect at birth, but with the perverts who believe themselves to be other than what they truly are."
if you don't want people to call you names, why call others names? isn't that the golden rule or something...?

"i understand and accept your judgemental attitudes, recognizing that you’re following your heart and your god, as you’ve been taught, in a loving and faithful way to the best of your abilities. how could .anyone. fault you for that?"
i wish i was this nice.... ):

"again here, this is an honest assumption, but one based on an almost complete lack of knowledge. how many of “these people” does master x know, or has even ever personally met to draw such a conclusion? my guess would be less than three and most likely zero. he only knows that .he. is not one of ‘those people’, nor is anyone that he knows (of), so he’s able to, and somewhat logically and quite understandably conclude that the cause is somehow rooted in the upbringing."
i love you! -hugs person- please save the world because you're nicer than me and actually intelligent!!
:0

"had mr. x actually been blessed, or i’m sure to his current state of mind, cursed with some degree of trans (or homosexuality for that matter) he’d be enlightened and aware that it is, for at the very least the vast majority, .not. a matter of failed upbringing or personal choice, but rather an inborn trait, no different that say, red hair or blue eyes."
i really adore you.

"i was brought up in a very “proper, loving, and caring family”. a mother, father, 3 brothers, 1 sister, a dog, a cat, church every sunday, the whole bit. no one did anything ‘wrong’. i am who i am, and who i’ve always been, a child of our wonderful and ever loving creator, with the body of a male and the mind, soul, and spirit of a female."
seriously. you're awesome. -cheers-

"as to the cause - who knows? i’ve struggled personally seeking the answer to that very question and have witnessed my brother and sister trans and gays desperately try to determine it as well. i’m finished trying. it doesn’t matter. god has assured me, as he .always. has tried to (incl. all that time i tried to figure out “why?”) that he loves .me.- just the way i am!"
i'm still cheering. not trying to be funny here. just supportive. maybe i'd be nicer if i believed in some god. but i don't. and i'm a frigid btch, who knows why? but i am. go me!

"but, I shall firmly oppose those who were born a boy, without any birth problems, and willingly believe themselves a girl, and live as such. there are fine lines between the defect and someone who tries to be something they are not."
i seriously wish this person knew what exactly it feels like to have any issues regarding gender or race, but of course not. white, male, straight, christian. you lucky btch. you don't know how lucky you are! born into this world as you are.

"wow……..wow. *name removed*, it is obvious that your response is the result of a tough life of doubt and opression. "
she said it was not a result of that! you spiritually deaf/blind sadsack. ): sadsack = necessary(sp?). sorry. person.

"be careful who you call out as “judges” though. to feel disreguarded is one thing, but to directly attack one for their views on society is another."
i found that her letter was nice and nonprovoking of anything. it should have ended there. (but i'm complaining about it, so it obviously hasn't and probably won't.)

"do not fear on bringing your beliefs to the public young man, god is not calling you to deny your gender."
didn't *name removed* clearly state that they identify as female...? maybe you made a typo. hire an editor, maybe?

"“impure evil”? by two people who love each other? while that is a entirely different discussion i have no desire to have with you, i will state that i remain baffled by the tremendous fear that people of the same gender in love bring to so many of this world."
i really wish i knew this person. she's cool. or he. but i believe they identified as female...? i'm such an idiot.

"your final sentence brings it all home. calling me a “young man” and chastising me like a parent scolding a child, joseph? the tone is both unbecoming and unnecessary. and this, almost in the same breath you were patting yourself on the back for being so open-minded! wow indeed."
seriously. i usually say people suck. but iunno. some people are cool. i just haven't met them. in person.

"i want to thank you for being at least civil in your comments."
i guess my comment wasn't very civil. i'm gonna get yelled at. oh, well. what'll they do, sue me?

"no, transsexualality is a .sin.!"
...no u!

"oi. some of the thangs you people say really make my upper lip twitch."
oh. i wonder who this is?

"i really do pity you, though. having to hate something in order to live.
didn’t god(dess) say anything about hating people, and if i am correct, isn’t hate a sin? look! your favourite word! sinsinsinsinsinsinsin. hate is a sin. if i am correct. even if i am not, it should be a sin. :/"
oh, yeah! it's me! now i remember...

so you know what? i declare myself superperson. i'm not exactly the nicest soul, but i am superperson, dammit! and you'll know when i'm there. probably because i will call myself superperson, but i shall leave my mark! :| i shall!


and to finish things of, a quote:
'if gays and lesbians get civil rights, then everyone will want them.'
--&&blitzoftheF.U.N.K., a.k.a.:superperson

p.s.:duhplz.
p.p.s.: please don't comment saying i'm prejudiced against christians. because i'm not. if you say something to make me dislike you, it's what you say and why you say it, not in the name of what god. plz.