Sucking on Lemons.

I fucking love lemons.

They never let me down.



School
All this week has been soccer tryouts, sore legs, cramping, puking sensations and copper tastes in the back of my throat. I made 1st cuts, and then WHOOPAW! I made JV, or Junior Varsity. Emphasis on the Junior. It's basically the suckier soccer team. But hey, I'm not complaining, I made it to at least one soccer team, and I've never played before. Take that suckah. When my friend Mr. Pancho, who by the way is celebrating his 18th on 11/29/08, right after my mama's, found out I made it, he said "Hey, all that soreness didn't happen for nothing yeah?" and I'm like "Yeah, it happened for even more soreness". Lololol. I don't even want to play soccer. I mean, I did inter murals because my friend wanted to do it, and now she quit so like, wtf do I do now? Unfortunately I already promised a friend on the guys Varsity team that I wouldn't quit. And I am not a quitter, no, I cry through it, I listen to Cat Power through it, and I don't do jackshit about it. That's me. So after church today, we went over to my favourite big shot national store in this country, Target and got me the only pair of cleats they had, because we had to have our soccer stuff by practice tomorrow afternoon. Oh and lololol, they have to take random drug tests on us. That really amused me.
I forgot that I had a typed up essay due tomorrow for Eng II. So, I typed up my rough draft and sent it to Mr. Symmonds. Because the printer has no ink in it, and I don't even know where it is.

Skippy
No awkwardness. She's over him. Never really was into it.

Family
It's my Aunties birthday on the 25th and my Mama's on the 28th. I got my Mama a present. It's under my bed right now.
Eurgh, Jorge has zits on his forehead, and he's only 10!
I mean, that boy is the most immature little brother. He can't be growing up. Zac, on the other hand, he is growing up FAST. There are these little thing's that I think is not normal that he does. He drinks so much friggin' Caprisun! Like, I get a Caprisun for myself, and he runs up to me and grabs it. DUDE, that's my Caprisun, DO NOT run away with it. But of course, he does. Another thing, that's weird that he does, I have Troublemaker by Weezer on one of my random CDs in the car, and he refuses to listen to anything else. Once the next track starts he starts whining. And when the song starts he bobs his head. Ima buy that kid a guitar when he turns 4. Yessiree.


Random bits
On Thursday I think it was, I had the most bizarre melancholic state in my whole life. Well, apart from this other time when I think I was having a high downer and a little 2 foot skinny green goblin thing with stringy hair kept clinging to my legs while I was in the shower. And it just kept on looking up at me with the most vacant eyes. I kept trying to shove it away but it just kept on clinging. Anyway, this is going to be about my most recent bizarre night. It started with me coming home from soccer tryouts, and I remember feeling something not pleasant at all. I was alone in this world, no one really knows me, whatthefuckamIevendoinghere?, I should be somewhere else, somethings going to happen, I don't like this, I don't want to be here.

I think my mind got stuck on the last thought.
Because before I knew it, I was chanting it in the shower.

I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I DONT WANT TO BE HERE

Over and over and over and over again. I caught myself sitting in the shower chanting it, lying in the bath-tub crying, chanting it, drying my hair chanting it. It was bizarre. Then after I got changed I just slept.


Say, do you feel like Christmas yet? Because I don't. Although we were listening to this Radio channel playing Christmas songs, and I heard that song "Baby It's Cold Outside" and that kind of makes me feel like Christmas. I especially love the version with Zooey Deschanel singing it.
Yes, Zooey, not Emily




Merry Christmas, If you feel like it.

ina

An appropriate time to introduce a familiar word.

I've been reading random bits of Macy and Jayo lately.

And I've noticed that they use the word "procrastinate/procrastination/procastinating/etc." quite a lot.


So I got thinking.
My room has been a mess for two weeks, I never really feel the need to clean it because once I do, it somehow looks like a hurricane passed through it around 183 minutes later. That's exactly the expression my parents use too.



Na agian ug Bagiuo imong kwarto, In?



Pretty funny shit. But then, my mama got sick of my messy room and we agreed that I couldnt use the internet if it was messy. I, of course, had to agree.

So what am I doing here?

Well, my cousin got a free PC from someone, and it's literally just 3 steps away from my room upstairs, away from downstairs where my parents reside, so it's understandable how tempting it is to just quit folding clothes and switch on the Dell and go on Bebo and IM Jo Alamani aka "The Sex" on Windows Live Messenger instead.



I promised myself I would make a big gigantic post about my insane week.

And I will just, not now.

So, to satisfy until then heres an amusing picture instead.




Is this a form of procrastination?

ina

Gold Lion

Rawr.

I'm sore. I just got back from soccer tryouts.
No, no results yet. I'm not getting my hopes up.
MOTHERFUCK. My shoulders hurt, which doesn't make any sense at all.
It should be legs that hurt. NOT my shoulders.
But, I almost got a cramp on my right calf.
Last time that happened I was rolling around the football field screaming bloody murder.

It went kinda like
"*roll around
FUCK! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!HOLY CRAP SOMEONE FUCKING DO SOMETHING! FUCKINGSHIIIT! MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
*rolls around some more"

And then, the football lights went out, coach was about to lock up the gate and the three people I was running with handled me like a cripple.
It was fun.

Skippy's beau asked told her he was crazy about her and wants her to be his princess.
Goodness gracious, what is she to do?!

stressing out about what I hope will be nothing very soon,
ina

Let's be hypothetical.

Okay, so let's say I have a friend. 

We could call her... Skippy!

Like the peanut butter.

Or the cereal, if you're down the Southern Hemisphere.

And let's say that she had the most awkward day today.

At school.

Okay.

Do we have the character in mind?

So, there's this guy Skippy has in one of her classes. And he's not really much I guess. Just like every other guy around. Always joking and whatnot.

He said to her once "You know, I think you're really beautiful."

And she was flattered, she says. And a tad curios, but that was it. 

And she doesn't even really know the guy. 

It's like whatever really.

So, today he passes her this note. And it's like one of those intriguing ones. 

"Hey, I've always wanted to ask you something but I'm scared of what you'd say"

And she's like  "Oh, Pish-posh. Go ahead. It doesn't matter what I say. What do you want to ask?"

And then the note comes back saying "Okay, I'm crazy about your smile. I love your personality and I think you're really beautiful."

and then he draws this heart with "Me&You" in the middle, and goes "Do you get it?"

And Skippy kind of gets it but needs some kind of confirmation.

So he says he'll email her.

After that, it was just awkward, she says.

Let's talk about how Skippy is with people that like her. 

She wants people to like her, but when they actually admit it, she pushes them away.

She's always thinking that its a joke.

She never thinks its real, so I guess she hurts them before they hurt her.

And hurting them, eventually hurts her.

And, she's had her share of hurting.

I guess she just doesn't trust anyone.

Like, she finds it hard to trust people.

It's hard for her to trust people.

Especially this guy.

LOL. He has a girlfriend. 

And its not like she likes him, like I said before, she's curious.

Not that it would make any difference.

Her parents are strict too.

XD

She needs advice, Skippy does.

Looking out for a friend,

ina

To everyone who is feeling at least something.

You are a wonder,

A piece of work. 

It's not for them, 

it's for you.

They can complain all they want, criticize all they want, be disappointed in you, all they want.

But hey, their opinion's don't matter. 

This is all for yourself right?

Damn straight.

Now, get out there and continue whatever you have to do next.

Be it going to Germany, writing a novel, studying for exams, being infatuated in a thousand different guys at once, finding the perfect wayfarers, looking for neon tires or asking your boss for that extra day off.

I wish you all the best, 

But my opinion doesn't matter.

>.<

this is more for me than it is for you,

ina

Haven't smiled today?

Hope that helped.

:D

love,

ina & zac

Oh Obama, you're a bloody legend.

1) Barack Obama winning the election

2) School pissing me off and not making any sense

3) Soccer going pretty frickin' A

4) Mama and Papa and Zac and Jorge

5) It's gettin motherflippin' colder by the second and I LOVE it.

6) There's only 1 full week of school this month.

7) Holidays and other happy stuff

8) English II

9) I haven't been too into the Internet the past few weeks

10) Last night was bizzare. High downer. 

I'll get to these when I can. Promise

In the meantime though, take a look at these ultra fun pictures.

Enjoy!

LOL

ina