Feminism? Uh huh.

So for two weeks my friend Morgan and I have been working on a pinata for our Spanish 2 project. It. Has. Eaten. My life. We did this humoungous dragon, right? Like five balloons huge. We had to paper mache all of it three times. Then we had to cut tissue paper into two inch squares, twist the middle of it around a pencil, dip it in glue, and hold it on the pinata for a few seconds. It covered about a quarter of a square inch. We had a dragon the size of your arms stretched out. It turned out that I was allergic to the tissue paper. We got it from Michael’s Crafts and stuff, so I’ve never used it before. And the Monday morning following a night of tissuepapering my eyelids were puffy, swollen, and I looked like a panda with red circles around my eyes instead of black. They skin around was peeling and flaky and scaly and looks like weird leather and gross and itchy.

Needless to say, I am allergic to that tissue paper. It’s been a week, and it has a good day, then a bad day. Now they are back to red, itchy, and peely. I hate life. On the bgith side, we made a 100 on the project. Which was three test grades. So I got three one hundreds, which I really, really needed.

Haha. A funny incident: After school Thursday my friends and I were working on our door for homecoming. I had the cramps, bad time, and my eyes looked horrible. They were the worst they have been all week, plus I took midol pm an hour earlier. hahaaa. So I was sitting up against the wall, and everyone thought it would be funny to comment on how much like a heroin addict I looked. And I did. I looked insane.

Switch topics.

Feminism is not a trend, nor is it a bunch of lesbians searching for some way to catagorize themselves as an excuse. Feminism is a state of mind in which the feminist does not feel the need to demean herself to get a boyfriend. Yes, demean is the right word. Where’s the independence? The I-can-do-it-myself complex? It shifted its attention to your current yet temperary boyfriend, that’s where it went. Feminism is not anti-man. Feminism is pro-women. Ignorant people assume the first. Yes. I just called you ignorant. Denying it enforces your ignorance, so don’t even try. If I do recall correctly, last summer you categorized yourself feminist. Last week you called feminists militant lesbians. Could this have anything to do with your new relationship status…? Hypocrites do not rank high on my list of people. Neither do liars, but must I bring in that incident now? I’m falling into a fitful rage. I won’t use my feminsism argument as a vendetta agaisnt you now. But I don’t forget.

Wolfmother’s new album is streaming on their myspace. Yayayaaa.

My eyes burn. Good night.

List of Misfortunes Suffered by Selenia Dunst
Nearly hanged/pulled into a boat propeller to her death.
Bad case of the flu, missing a day of school. *
Stepped on a hair straightner; burned foot.*
Allergic reaction to tissue paper.*

*Happened within the past three weeks

The Hiney, the Piggy, H1N1…whtevr

ten minutes until dinner. so. excited. i love mexican nights. hewah. hola signoir. hola amigo. amiga. como estas? bien? bien. auf wiedernsein!
…

anyway. i think i had/have the hiney. i had all the symptoms minus pukage or dihhhareaage. 
-fever
-cough
-sore throat
-achiness

yeah. it sucks. i have a pinata to do for spanish. i have an aphistory project to do this week. and im still kinda sick.

i slept for 15 hours last night.
i always told my friends that i could not afford to be sick with these classes. every class i entered for a week i germexed like crazy. btw, we always had at least 30 people out for the piggy at one time the past month, fo realzz. then what do you know.

i only missed friday, thankfully. a volleyball game for first, a test for second, worksheets, vocabulary, bookwork for spanish, and lesson 5.1 for math.  not too much. but enough to make me angry.

fall breakkk!!!

Spanish Vs. AP

To think, that when I got my schedule this year I was more afraid of failing AP English and History instead of Spanish 2.

Oh silly, silly me.

It turns out my only REGULAR class, that is, not with Honors or college credit, is the hardest thing I have yet to conquer.  She is insane about the accents, and it’s not like you can just put an accent over every ‘a’ or ‘e’. It comes with the word; also,  to my parents dissapointment, I can’t just “plug in” words. I can’t just “substitute” the English word ‘bake’ for the Spanish one and say Voila!

No. There is a method. There is conjugation. There is HELL.

And I have a habit of writing in cursive/print where my ‘e’s and ‘l’s link together. She counts the entire problem wring because she couldn’t tell that my ‘e’ was an ‘e’ and not an ‘o’. She. Is. Insane.

Right now I have a 92 in that class.
We’ve been in school two weeks, I should have a 95.
I am going to fail, and fail hard.
And when I say fail, I mean 87.
But NHS doesn’t accept 87s. They want 93s.

Oh my God. This year is going to suck.

And Inglourious Basterds are stuck in my head. I really like The Great Gatsby, a lot, but the first is really stuck in my head. It sounds so amazing. I want to see it so badlyyy. Shoot me, please.

Bicycle! Bicycle!

My life is a careful balance of good deeds and rewards. Of course, this wouldn’t be even be accomplished without long, hard, heavy doses of Queen.

Why, you may ask?
You’re not asking, but just ask to make me feel better.

I’m taking the ACT again in October. Which means I need to get out the ole ACT practice book.  So I did.

I placed it on my bed. Good job, Selenia! Step one is complete.
Then I reward myself with a few minutes of Facebook.

Then I look at the book, and think   about opening it.
Good, good. We’re getting somewhere.

Time to blog about this.

I have yet to physically lift the open cover.
It’s been about ten minutes.
I don’t think I can do this.
Without cookies, of course.

To the kitchen!

EDIT: I’ve been listening to Queen all day.
I’m starting to speak in operatic song.

Music Festival? Yes, Please.

Currently listening to On Call by Kings of Leon. Shame they got so big; it kinda breaks my heart in two. I remember hearing this song on, I think it was IMF or some channel like that. Before it changed to the art channel…poo. I hate life.

So. The festivals.
I’m drooling. My life will not be complete until I have attended every single one of these. I’ll be on my deathbed and telling my great grandsons and daughters to shut the hell up and move me to Lollapalooza.
These are listed in no order.

Bonnaroo and what was its lineup
Four day shack-up-tent-get-muddy festival in Tennessee.
Usually in July or sometime around that.

All Points West and its lineup
Three day festival-without the tents-in New Jersey
Friday July 31st to August 2nd. Aw…I wanna GO.

Treasure Island Music Festival and its lineup
Two days on an island in San Fransisco bay.
Saturday and Sunday in mid October.

Lollapalooza and its lineup
Three days with eight stages in Chicago.
Sometime in the beginning of August.

Voodoo Experience and its lineup
Three day fest with a lot of diverse music. A lot.
In New Orleans! During Halloween!

Bamboozle and what was its lineup
I think it was only two days this year. In 2007 it was three…?
Located in disgusting beautiful New Jersey.

Warp Tour
Nope. Done with Warp Tour.
Once they get rid of the yellow skinny pants, I might reconsider.

Haha…I just kinda noticed that MGMT and Tool played or will be playing at a lot of these. Ohh MGMT…how I miss you so.
I can’t believe I just spent thirty minutes getting the URLs for these.
I need a hobby.

And now some pickup lines.

My love for you is like diarrhea. I just can’t hold it in.
Do you have a mirror in your pants? Cause I can see myself in them.
Did you fart? Cause you blew me away.
You turn my floppy disk into a hard drive.
Do you have a sunburn? Or are you always this hot?
What has 142 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk? My zipper.
Is your last name Gillete cause your the best a man can get.

More to come.

Just a Crosshair

I just went to the kitchen to get a leftover cookie.
It was half gone by the time I got back to my computer.
>.<

I have this problem with cookies…and brownies…
Whoever said everything is good in moderation, has never had cookies.

And Franz Ferdinand is fantastic. No, not the archduke.
The band, silly.
The archduke is dead, so how fantastic could he still be?
He’s rotting.

My cookie is gone.

Current playlist…
Tokyo Police Club
Franz Ferdinand
The Mars Volta
Modest Mouse

Eat it.

Limited Edition Mars Volta T-Shirt!

Nahnahnah.
I got this. Oh yeah I did.

Only 2500 shirts of this special type were made, and I ordered mine.
Psh. Eat that.

And, technically it’s a good deal.
Band shirts are going at twenty dollars, average.
And this way I get their BRAND SPANKIN NEW CD…
and shirt.
All for 29.99 plus shipping and handeling.

Granted, I had to mow my neighbor’s yard for it.
I couldn’t get the stuff unless I mowed her lawn, said the parentals.

Lazy bum.
But whatever. I’m good.

And Kroger chicken should be banned from society.
I bought some that was pre-cooked. Ate it.

And my tummy hurts like crazyyy.
And Throwback Pepsi doesn’t taste any different than regular Pepsi.
It’s still in a can, too.

But ginger ale…now ginger ale is where it’s at.
I heard it wasn’t soda…but that fact is hard to believe.
I grew up thinking it was soda; it’s hard to just dismiss all that I’ve thought was true, if you know what I mean. But I’m out of that stuff.

So I’m here.
Drinking Throwback Pepsi.

Happy Saturday, folks.

MGMT in Memphis? EUPHORIA!

So. I got the tickets to go see MGMT a week before the show.
It was a very, very small venue called Minglewood Hall. I mean, itsy bitsy. It was the most perfect first concert ever.

Kuroma, the opening band, was okay I guess.
The singer’s voice wasn’t really my type of thing, but some people in the crowd got into it. I was just standing there bobbing my head, like most of everybody.

Then they got off.

Sound check.

Fifteen minutes later…

Hmmm…where’s MGMT?

Fifteen more minutes later…

YAYYY!

They immediately get on stage and start playing “Future Relections” and glow sticks are flying everywhere and people are going crazy and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs and singing and being happy.

Then a NEW song.  (That wasn’t me who took that video. That was someone else.)

Then contimued with the set list…yada yada screaming euphoria…
Another new song..called “A Song for Dan Tracey”.
Some more songs.
Another new song.

Hehe. And These kids everywhere were bedning down and lighting something…and it wasn’t a cigarette if you know what I mean.

I could smell it even on my T-Shirt that I bought the next day.
Hahah. Good times.
Oh course, I didn’t do any. That would have been…disaster. Duhn duhn.

AND THEY DID AN ENCORE!
“Kids” again and a new song.

I just want to add that when they played “Kids” both times and “Electric Feel” the crowd just…just…went crazy. There was love everywhere.

When at the beginning it was awkward bumping into each other and stuff…when it was about to end everyone was sweaty and the vibe was just good, man. It was just good.

And before they ended the show, Andrew got on the bongos and started this synthsizer stuff that was beyond amazing. He mumbled stuff into the microphone that only a few people could make out.
Let me tell you.

“Get high” do do do do *syntesizer and bongo noises.*
“Don’t think.” *noises continued*
“Just do it.”
“Go drink”

And repeat.

And another thing.
Why the hell do people wear sandals to concerts?
Then they get all ticky when you step on their precious little toes.

The only downside was all the wannabe hipster hippies.
They were all dressy and fancy and probally were people that advocated the warnings of global warming, socialized medicine, that kind of thing, yet, they’re hair was stiff with hairspray and gel. I just don’t understand all these hypocrites. I was wearing a black tshirt, jeans, and converses. And I didn’t wear makeup. Why would I want to? Maybe it’s just me…and my femisist ways. Who knows.

Picture time, folks. I was pretty freakin close. Euphoria, I say it again.

Yes. I am under 21.

 

The ONLY Toothbrush Jesus Would Use

I had this old toothbrush. See?

The bristles look like Einstein’s hair. So I needed a new one, obviously. We went into Kroger, and I was browsing through the natural foods isle, all two of them, and came across this beauty! It’s called Preserve. And it is awesome. It is made from 100 percent recycled material (except for the bristles, obviously) and comes in a variety of colors to make any man or woman happy. Lookie here.

And it comes in a plastic case to use for sleep-overs! And it wasn’t that much more expensive than a regular toothbrush, either. It’s fantastic.

I’m saving the environment, and getting a decent teeth cleaning!

It has a dentist recommended 45 degree curve, which makes it ergonomic and less stressful on the wrist, which is used, as you know, for signing birthday checks. But Preserve isn’t just for a good teeth clean, the company also specializes in cups, bowls, tubbaware, and falvored toothpicks!

12:51

It seems the universe has pooped all over me, and God is laughing at my face today. Let me tell you the story of May 25, 2008.

So. This morning I woke up with the sweaty, hot, humid feeling. The fan was turned off, as was the air. The temperature outside was hot hot hot. As a consequence, I was hot. Go figure. So from there nature called and told me to empty my bladder, or it was going to leak right there and then.

I get to the bathroom and do my business. I take a look at the toilet paper roll-nothing. It seems my dad has been here. Naturally, this wouldn’t upset me. But enough has indeed become enough and I stomp out of the ritual room to give him a piece of my mind. But instead of doing that, I get some toilet paper. Wussy.

After that, I take my shower, get dressed, put on my new yellow converse, the usual. The convere of which I bought on Sunday. Brand spakin’  new.  I get on Facebook. And Deezer. And search for the God of Beauty, who was the greek godess of beauty? I thought it was Aphrodite, but wasn’t sure. I was right, of course.

And then my computer freezes. Probally because of too many windows. Bah. No biggie. I’ll just end the programs. Nope. No work. So. I turn off my computer. And then turn it back on.

This is when the really big stuff happens.
It made this noise, this horrible, horrible noise.
The fan was so loud, so, so loud.

I cannot explain how loud it was. It was that bad. The screen faltered. So I unplugged it. Now, whether or not that was the right thing to do, when one you love is in trouble, you act according to instinct. Instinct in this case was unplugging it. So I unplugged it. My hands were shaking, I was so scared it might have died.

Then I turned it back on and all was good. Don’t ask me how, because I don’t know. I have no clue.

Then, after about half an hour on Facebook, it turned off. Just shut down. That time I did cry. I got on my mom’s computer and finished what I had to do.

After that, It started working again. Thank JESUS. Thank YOU!
(Aunt Debbie, please don’t tell daddy.)

Then I went out to go wash the deck. With deck wash. I got there, and some of it splattered on my shoes. Now my new yellow converses look like a tie dye gone wrong. At first I was very upset over this, but not anymore. Now I’m quite happy at the way they look.

But then..then…came the wasps. One came and sat down on my arm. Why, hello evil, foul creature from hell. How are you today? I wagged it’s little butt at me, as if to say, “Look what I have!”

That is when I died. This was worse then having spiders crawl over my arms. I ahte, hate, hate wasps. It could possible be called a diagnosed phobia. I felt light headed. Heat was rushing up to my face. I cried. I hated it I hated it.
AHHAHAHA!! IT WAS HORRIBLE!!!

I have nightmares about these kinds of things.

Then when it leaves I rush inside. Left the water running. I had to go from the front door to the back yard to turn off the water. Where three birds’ nests are.

The mommies started dive bombing me. I felt the feathers on my head as they zoomed past me. They flew in front of face, inces away from my nose, if even that.

So. That was mtyy day. How was yours?