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Monday, May 23, 2011

Fuck This, I'mma Just Start Numbering These.

Let's see here...so much happened last week...and none of it I'm willing to share. Too bad for me, I guess.

I'll just start with Thursday. My parents got super pissed off because they saw a chat I was having in which my friend had called them crazy and I implicitly agreed and therefore decided upon the following:
  • Rachel doesn't have any choice over her wardrobe options
  • Rachel doesn't get to go to the party she'd been meaning to go to on Friday
  • Rachel must not sulk off to her room every day when she gets home from school, she must pleasantly say hello and chat with her mom first
  • 5:30 curfew.
I'll steal back my clothes when I feel like it. I don't wear most of the things that have been taken anyway, except for one tank top, one skirt (my only skirt, actually :( ), and one pair of shorts (one of 2 pairs T_T I need more clothes.)

I went to the party but didn't get as drunk as had been hoped for - pics are up on Facebook if you feel like seeing how retarded we are. (Dude. Ferny gets drunk off like, 2 drops of wine. o.o Jailbait....I don't get drunk very easily, I just get kinda red :P) (The red pics of me aren't when I've had too much to drink, it's when my friend decided to smear lipstick on my face.) I stayed over until Sunday night, we had lots of fun...except for one person, I'll relate that story below.

I have no intention of being any more agreeable than before.

Fuck curfew.

Wouldn't you just love to have me as a daughter? :P I'd be nicer if my parents were less...ummm...*runs to random online translator* Er, menaces??? That's definitely the wrong word o.o Somebody find a decent translation of зануда, will you? What does the phrase 'wet blanket' mean? Why am I so Russian when I've lived my whole life in America, except for a couple days in Canada??? >.<

Anyhows, now for the story:
Zoya and Louisa left on Saturday morning. A while later, Ferny and I were on the computer and we went to Gmail because we wanted to send Zoya some pictures, and we found she hadn't logged out of her account when she went on it on Ferny's computer.Then we saw Louisa had sent her an email, so being the dumbass stalkers we are, we clicked on it.
The email went something along the lines of: "Dear Zoya, that party was so weird! When I told my parents what time we went to bed (which I was reluctant to do) they asked, 'Does Fernanda have parents?' " Um, there was much more but I can't quote much more because I've forgotten.
Anyways, we've replied to the email thusly: "This is why Zoya should log out of her account. -Ferny and Rachel".
I'm not too surprised, though; also, we'd put mean captions on pictures of her (as in, 'Don't Mind Her' over her face when she was in a picture of us :/) before we even saw the email...so I guess the feeling's quite mutual. We're such bitches, I know, I know. I don't really care.

Aside from that, the sleepover was fun: Ferlandachka has horses in her backyard (I'm fucking serious!!! I haz pics to prove it!!! O.O) and we saw Pirates of the Caribbeans 4 (which wasn't very good, not that I'm particularly surprised as we're on #4 by now) and um...yeah. It was just hella fun :P

Question of the Week: What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?
Song of the Week: Change (In the House of Flies) by Deftones. I didn't already use that one, right? Er, I'm using it this week anyway because...well, even the title sort of fits my family situation, no? :P

Friday, May 13, 2011

I'm Sorry For Having Friends? :P

First of, thanks all for giving me such wonderful blogging ideas. Every single one of you who replied was extremely helpful. (If you're one of those who replied, you're well aware that I'm being sarcastic; if you didn't, well now you know :P) No matter, I've something to write about for this week. If you like me being a goody-two-shoes, don't read this...but you should comment anyway :D

On Monday of this week, I was walking home from school with Zoya (:O new people's names!) as per usual: we live near each other, so we walk together to and from school when we don't have other things to do, which we usually don't after school because she's never had a life and I don't have one here :( But then we ran into a more...fun...friend of ours, Fernanda. Fernanda didn't have anything to do, so she walked with us and invited herself over to my house for dinner and stuff. We hung out for a while, but then after a while her dad called her and told her that he'd pick her up soon, so we gave him my address and went outside to wait. So here we are, sitting outside an apartment building...people are looking at us like we're idiots...and her dad isn't coming...and it's been a half hour...and he hasn't come...and it's been an hour.... After a while he called, actually. He asked for the address again, decided the street didn't sound familiar, and then decided that he'd spent long enough looking for Fernanda and that she could just make her way home on her own.
Well, see...she sort of lives across the city, so that's a bit of a problem. Fernanda wanted me to come with her and have a sleepover, but I'm not allowed to have any sort of party on weeknights and my mom got really pissed off when I asked, so that was a no...so then we decided to go see if Zoya would take her in for the night.
First off, Zoya didn't let us in for a longass time. ...I'm sorry? Are you a normal, human teenager? We tend to want to spend 24 hours a day with our friends, and she wouldn't let us in her house because if her mom came home, which she wouldn't for a while, she wouldn't like it. ...The fuck. And, I mean, I'd understand if she was doing homework or babysitting or something, but she was just on Youtube listening to music....Anyway, so finally she grudgingly let us in and let us have cookies and lemonade until her mom came home. Then she wouldn't let us leave. Actually, here, this is how it went:

Me: I have to go in 20 minutes.
Zoya: OK, my mom comes home in 25, I'm glad you're leaving before then so I don't have to explain about you being here. (She literally said that, except in Russian.)
*20 minutes later*
Me: g2g
Zoya: I am going to stand in front of this door and not let you go. Do you think you can just come to my house and then leave so I have to explain Fernanda's being here to my mom?
Me:...Dude. Not. Cool.
Olga (Zoya's mom): *comes in* Oh, Zoya!!! You have friends over!!!! I thought you said you weren't going to invite anyone over?
Zoya: Mom, make them leave.
Me: ...You weren't letting me go half a second ago.
Fernanda: My dad won't drive me home, can I stay here and have a sleepover with Zoya?
Olga: Yes, of course! In fact, I even told Zoya that she could have a sleepover today because her dad's gone on a business trip, but she told me she'd have a lot of homework...I'm so glad you can give my daughter a life now!
Zoya: Shut up, Mom.
Me: *scrams for door*

An hour or so later, Fernanda called me and told me that she and Zoya were going on a walk, so I came along and we went sliding on this rock slide on a nearby playground and we went on a swing set and Zoya...um...well, pole-danced on the thing kids are supposed to slide down and it was fun and yay, and on the way back we were joking about how Zoya finally has a life now and she was laughing at us and it was no big deal. Again, she was laughing about it, it wasn't a problem.

On Wednesday and Thursday, Fernanda had a sub for one of her classes, so we skipped together and dressed up and took hella pictures and stole cute jewelry and did tons of fun stuff like that. If you want to see the pictures for some reason, go stalk my Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/love.peace.joy13 (but really, I'm not exactly eye candy >.> So you should really skip past the ones of me). (No, really, I'm serious. Ferny's gorgeous, I'm...bleh.) (No, I don't have bad self-esteem, I'm realistic.)

So yesterday, after we'd come back for the rest of our classes, Fernanda had English with Zoya and she was showing her the pictures and Zoya seemed kind of pissed off and then Fernanda showed her the essay she'd written - spent 3 hours writing, actually, because her English isn't all that great (she's lived in Ukraine for most of her life :P They speak Russian there) and it was about how we hung out on Monday...and then Zoya crossed it all out and crumpled it up and threw it away!!! WTF?????!!!!!!! I wouldn't even have believed it if Fernanda hadn't shown me....

And then today (Friday), we three plus Louisa were shopping and Zoya was like, "Um, so if you guys are going to shoplift, tell us so we (Louisa and Zoya) can leave because we don't want to be associated with you," which is reasonable enough, but like...I don't know, the way she said it just sort of was like...disdainful, like "This girl is below me; I must speak with the commoner but I cannot be friends with her" type thing...:P
(Although it's good for her that she gave the warning, because hella stuff was stolen o.o It was all for Fernanda too...I need to teach her to shoplift so then I don't have to do it >.<)
And also, later I was talking to Fernanda and we both agreed that even though there were more people and stuff when we went today...it was still funner when it was just the two of us - I mean, Zoya wouldn't even let us take pics? And she seems kinda pissed at me...is it that I'm 'stealing' Fernanda or something? I mean, what's going on? If she's jealous of us hanging out, she can just come along...it's not like we don't invite her to come with...and it's not like we're pressuring her to do bad stuff either....

And about the 'stealing friends' thing, I mean...it's not like I'm only letting Fernanda talk to me, we just have more fun together! And, I mean...they've known each other since 8th grade and Fernanda's told me stuff she hasn't told Zoya o.o Like her lifelong dream? We were discussing it and then she was like, "I haven't even told Zoya, can you not tell her? She'd laugh,"and the thing is, she would!
And actually, this whole thing would be hella easier if we just sort of broke up with Zoya, but I can't really do that because then her only friend would be Louisa...well, sort of Leneya, but not really...she sometimes hangs out with us.

So yeah, advice, similar stories, anything would be appreciated. :P


Song of the Week: Rooftops by Lostprophets because I love the sense of freedom that song is trying to explain :)
Question: What would you do if you were a fish?

Friday, May 6, 2011

Um.

Hello, how are you all?

OK, so I really don't know what to write about. I don't really feel like describing my everyday life because it's not that interesting. I can go on and on and on about some topic, but I don't know what you people want. So if you can like...respond and give ideas, that would be lovely. Yes, this means you, person who is undoubtedly wondering why I keep telling you when I post a new blog.

(Oh, and FYI, I can talk about my dreams or some political issue - but do tell me which one you want me to talk about - or some social thing or give a book review or something. I don't really care.)

In the meantime, I guess I'll tell you about The Man in the Iron Mask by Alexandre Dumas (?), which is the second book in my life I have not been able to pull myself through as of yesterday.

The Man in the Iron Mask is the end of 10 Years Later, which (for all you people who are not well-read) is the last book of The Three Musketeers trilogy. (If you don't know what The Three Musketeers is...you fail. I'm sorry. You fail.)
It's actually a great book - it's interesting, it's suspenseful, it's wonderfully written - until the last hundred or so pages. Then it just crashes and burns.
SUMMARY: It opens with Aramis (a bishop and one of the 3 Musketeers) coming to a prisoner of the Bastilles to hear his confessions, but when he arrives, the prisoner tells him there is no need and that he is rather resigned to life in the Bastilles. Aramis informs Philippe (aforementioned prisoner) that he can't think like that because he is no ordinary prisoner: he is the rightful King of France but he was taken from the royal family at birth so as to clear the way for his younger identical twin brother, the currently reigning King Louis XIV. They make a plan to make switch the two around and carry out out with Porthos, who is another of the 3 and is not told what is going on. It works for about a half hour, then Aramis blabs to M. Fouquet, the superintendant of finances, who goes to the Bastilles and rescues Louis. (Smart move, right?) Anyhows, Louis is understandably furious, so Porthos (who still has no clue what's going on '-_-) and Aramis run away.
In the meantime, Athos (the last of the 3) and his son, Raoul, are hanging out in his garden. Raoul is emo because a girl chose Louis XIV over him. How surprising. Anyways, so Aramis and Porthos come by and they're all like, "Oh, I know we don't talk anymore, but we're going to Belle Isle so can we have 2 of your horses?" and Athos is like "Oh, yeah, sure. I'm going to hug you because I have a feeling that we'll all die before we see each other again." Then they leave and some random duke comes by and enlists Raoul into the army because Raoul feels like getting shot. Athos and Raoul have a very long, touching (no, it actually was) farewell and then Raoul sails off to Africa with Athos' old servant.
Meanwhile, Aramis and Porthos reach Belle Isle and live there for a couple days until D'Artagnan (captain of the musketeers!) shows up. Then Aramis is forced to explain all to Porthos so they can plot with D'Artagnan, who's actually an old friend of theirs. They make a devious plan that ends up failing because Louis has predicted D'Artagnan's every move and has given orders to various officers to stop him with every step of the plan. D'Artagnan ends up being taken back to the king, unable to prevent the attack on Belle Isle, in which Porthos is killed trying to escape. (Aramis runs off to Spain, though.)
D'Artagnan is able to be present at the reading of Porthos' will and learns that he has left almost everything to Raoul. He decides to to to Athos' house to tell them the news.
Athos is sick with grief at the parting of his son - he is physically unable to leave his house. Everyone in the household is sad at his sudden depression, but they don't know how to help. One day, Athos dreams that he has come to Africa and he's looking at a bunch of bodies in French military uniform. He desperately wades among them, trying to find his son, but in vain - for suddenly, he feels a touch on his arm and turns around to find Raoul standing there. They walk up a mountain together, which is difficult for Athos, as he is weak from his illness, but Raoul helps him along. When they reach the top of the mountain, Athos reaches for Raoul's hand and Raoul reaches for his, but they can't touch because Raoul has floated up from the mountain to Heaven. Athos is awoken by his old servant, who has come to tell him that Raoul has died. Athos dies within a few hours. Soon after he dies, D'Artagnan arrives and finds his old friend dead. Much emoness occurs, and the book becomes boring.

So...that's that. Tell me what I should write about. Or, if you want to, tell me you don't want me to tell you when I blog :P I won't be offended, I know I'm boring.

Song of the Day: What Lies Beneath by Breaking Benjamin, just because.
Question of the Day: All of the phone numbers have fallen out of your address book. Whose number do you look for first and why?