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Unbroken Turned Broken

A family once so undeniably united now turned so unbelievably broken. What once was has now past and what is now refuses to. Trapped in this family constantly roaring, screaming, shouting... is there no other solution? If you don't yell until your lungs burst you don't win the argument? If you don't hear what is pleasing to your ear you leave the room? This is nonsense; this is our family.

BIG WORDS.

I don’t know why I’m finding myself angry with this issue. Maybe it just hit me that people don’t think of me as the “big word” type. Or it could be that my period has just hit me and my PMS has officially kicked into high gear.

Whatever the reason is, I’M PISSED. During a peer review session, my essay was chewed out by my fellow peers. The main issue with my essay? My vocabulary.

“You know what this word means?”
“You used that word? Seriously?”
“Really? You?”

I’m not an idiot. I know big words, guys. Just because I don’t feel the need to throw in words with more than 5 syllables during everyday conversations doesn’t mean I don’t know SAT words.

I think the fact that the people who were rating my paper were individuals who I’ve known for the past 3 or more years and they think I’m an idiot—perhaps I should use the word buffoon? How about dimwit?

Consider this post a dedication to the people who believe I do not know the definition to words with two or more syllables. For, in fact, I do know the meaning to words such as clandestine, rambunctious, and (this has to be my favorite word they doubted me on) dysfunctional.

To all of you intellectuals who look down upon normalcy and my choice of diction, feel free to kiss my ka-boose. I know words. Pleae stop acting so shocked when words that are harder to pronounce than stupid come rolling out of my mouth.

That's all I really wanted to say. Short and sweet.
WOO-HOO, it's finally spring break! That's right, I finally get a week of nothing school related. I plan on doing nothing but whatever the hell I want.

But as soon as I got home I found that there might be a slight glitch with that plan.

As soon as my Converse smacked down on the linoleum of my home's front hallway, my ears were greeted by the sounds of drunks partying in the backyard.

So I go outside to investigate and what do I find? My dad, two of his buddies, my brother, and a random 10 year old boy yelling at the top of their lungs at each other. As per usual with these greetings, each person was holding beer (minus the 10 year old of course) and seeing who could perform the most ridiculous action while also keeping part of their dignity.

Sadly, no one triumphed in the latter.

Then next few things I noticed went something like this:
1) My dog was missing.
2) The back door, as well as the front, were wide open.
3) My delusionally drunk dad was asking where the dog went.

In a moment of pure panic, I ran into the house and searched all of the rooms and finally found my Aussie shepard eating the trash bag in my parent's room. Fan-freaking-tastic.

Then I was forced to listen to my dad's drunk friend insult my future goals in life. Normally, I would have had some snappy comments to make but two things stopped me: 1)He was drunk and 2) he had recently lost his job. I figured I would allow him this one time to feel better about himself.

But if it happens again I am going to verbally punch him in the nuts.

Blogging? Now? Are You Serious? GO TO BED.

Sleeping doesn't seem to be an option for me. Since 9 I've been trying make a seperate LJ account for our own little book review/independent writing situation we've been talking about for a while. I barely finished making the account 10 minutes ago and all I want to do is close my eyes and let Bruno Mars sing me to sleep..

I think I might just fall asleep without doing my work. I've done it before and managed to scramble to do my assignments in a photo finish. Why not go for another attmept?

Quote of the Day: "It's all fun and bullshit until you don't know what the fuck you're doing."

TESTING

THIS IS JUST A TEST ENTRY. I got a Droid so I'm testing the LJ app :)
I'm actually supposed to be cleaning my room right now but I decided I would rather blog. Actually, I was supposed to clean my room about eight hours ago but I started occupying myself with other things like staring at my closet door and counting how many times Kristen Stuart's face popped up on the television screen.. As you can see, I have had a very productive day.

Oh, I've also been listening to that "Signle Ladies" song by Beyonce and that song is freaking addicting. I know the song is "so yesterday" as some of you would like to put it, but I this is the first time I have actually listened to the song so I'm hooked right now.

I actually did try to clean up my room today, but I kept getting distracted by all of the things I found while I was cleaning. For instance, I found a sock I lost a year ago hiding under my teddy bear and I found a slinkie. But the sock is what got to me the most.

You see, I LOVE socks. However, I am always losing them. I know they are in my room (some might call it "The Pit") but I just don't know where. After I found my sock under my teddy bear, I decided I would find all of my lost socks which turned out to be a very bad idea. I wound up finding only 5 socks (none matching) and made my room more of a mess. I probably should have thought that one through.. Too late now.

Man, I am tired. but I still have to clean this mess. I would just stuff everything under my bed but I already have a lot of crap under there. Why now stuff everything into my closet? Because I gave up putting away my clothes properly in summer '08 and I currently have a gigantic mountain of (hopefully) clean band shirts and jeans inside of that double-door disaster.

Oh, I just saw Kristen Stuart on the television. Count today: 28. How many movies in are they already? 2 out of 5? When will it end? If I see Robert Pattinson's greasy head one more time I will.. I'm to tired to think of anything right now but I will do something. Probably involving R.P.'s head, some shaving cream, and a razor.

I'm going to log of now but I want to ask you something. What's with that Justing Bieber kid? I thought he was 11 years old and had yet to hit puberty but I was later informed he is actually 15. FIFTEEN! I spelled it out for emphasis! There is no way that kid is 15. He looks like he still belongs in a Power Rangers t-shirt while holding a Buzz Lightyear doll--sorry, "action figure." I was at a pencil shop today and someone had written, "JUSTIN BIEBER IS HOTT" on a piece of pencil-tester paper. I laughed and added an "S" to the front of "HOTT" and changed the first "T" to and "R" and I wound up with, "JUSTIN BIEBER IS SHORT." Creative, right? [:

Darn you Beyonce and all your Signle Ladies. Wait, I 'm single. I don't think I should count myself since I am not yet allowed to do half of the moves she does in the "Single Ladies" video legally.

Ta-ta for now (ta-ta?),
RokerChic5

"Jennifer Lopez is not a good actress. It's time for her to stop making movies. She hit her peak in Selena. GO HOME TO THE BLOCK JENNY!" -Person I know who shall remain un-named.

P.S. Sorry for the typos. My mind is mush right now and I don't have time for the spell checker thing-a-ma-jig.

Dryer Sheets..

I just realized that I may have walked into 7-11 with a dryer sheet stuck to the ass of my freshly dried jeans. Lovely.

Nail Polish

I was never really a fan of nail polish up until a couple of weeks ago. You see, I can'tpaint my nails without severely screwing them up. Usually I either a) start touching stuff before my nails are dry or b) I do the first couple of nails okay, but by the third I've lost my coordination and have started to paint the area around my nail instead of the nail itself.

But I've gotten better at painting them lately. Right now I'm kind of in the experimenting zone where I just try every nail polish imaginable. So far I've done Artistic Azure (why don't they just call it Dark Blue?), purple (from el Topic de Hot), and I've done a glow-in-the-dark kind. Well, the glow-in-the-dark one I wiped off after I painted it because it didn't look right. It looked like a dog had slobbered on all of my finger nails. A dog with white, streaky slobber.

Right now I'm painting my nails (just so you know, don't type a blog while painting your nails unless you want a colorful keyboard) and the color I picked out isn't turning out as awesome as I was hoping.

I went to Hot Topic (I already know where I went wrong) and I bought a yellow bottle of nail polish. It looked like it would come out nice on my nails, but now that I'm actually seeing the color on my nails it sort of looks as if I have some sort of nail disease. I'm trying to do a second coat(again, not so easy while typing) and hoping it will make my nails look less ill.

I'll probably give this color to my cousin since she's super white. Do yellow nails look good on pale people? I don't know. I'll consider it her birthday present. Her birthday isn't till August, but I'm sure she'll appreciate the used bottle of fugly yellow nail polish anyway. It's the thought that counts.

Finally finished the second coat. I still look like I have the finger nail disease, except now they're a little brighter. Maybe a third coat?

More later,
-RokerChic5

Quote of the Day: And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. -Abraham Lincoln

Locks in Las Vegas

Whenever I decide o go to the bathroom in Las Vegas, I always find out that each bathroom has a strange lock.

I just got back from The Golden Nugget with my family and we got two different rooms. When I went to go to the bathroom, I discovered there was no lock. I thought it was mistake. Like the construction worker just forgot to put one in. So I went to the other room we rented. No lock.

I don't know about you, but I enjoy being able to feel secure when I go to the bathroom. I don't want to be doing my business and have my mom walk in on me. It's just one more thing to worry about.

Then there was another hotel, but I can't remember the name of it for the life of me. Was it The Luxor? Maybe it was Circus Circus. Possibly Mandalay Bay. I go to Las Vegas too often. I should probably stop since I can't even gamble yet.

Anyways, this one bathroom I went into had a freaking dungeon lock from medeival times. It literally took up the entire door.

There was also another bathroom that had a dressing room door (you know the ones that are kind of like blinds you can open) as a door for the bathroom. I could open it from the inside. Sadly, my family could also open it from the outside. I couldn't pee without my mom opening the blinds and going "peek-a-boo". Sorry, but that doesn't fly with me.

Something is wrong with Vegas. Can't they just get locks where you just push in a little button into the knob? I hate how it's so complicated. Next thing you know, they're going to make you use a key card to get into and lock the bathroom.

Absent Days..

I don't know if you're like me, but whenever I'm absent from school people tend to not notice that I'm M.I.A.

The day after I come back the teachers tell me to ask another student for the assignments. So I do:

Me: Hey, I was absent so can you tell me what we did yesterday?
Fellow Student: You were absent yesterday?
Me: ..No, I just felt like asking you what we did yesterday.

Now, I don't know if they're just being jerk-faces and doing that thing where they pretend they're "too cool" to notice me or if they really just never realize I'm absent. I'm not really sure which of the two it is, but it would seriously suck if it were the latter.

I don't think I'm a very noticeable person. I'm just that person you kind of see in the halls, but I just register in your brain as A GIRL.

Maybe I should make myself more noticeable.

..Nah.

Adios for now,

-RokerChic5

Quote of the Day:Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend. -Albert Camus