Soda Funny
September 2010
11 posts
August 2010
9 posts
apparently, it's been almost two years
Since we formed our “Shroom group” …you know who you are! xD
I was going through my livejournal posts wayyy back when and on September 3rd, 2008, I wrote
Maa…English was the most interesting today.
Because we were talking about Mickey Mouse and how he has an African American side to him and how the crows in Dumbo were black and how dumbo got drunk and how Alice in wonderland was high and had shrooms.
Then my teacher’s like across the room starring at us like O_________OWTF. SHROOMS?Yeeep. Good times.
Ahahahahah oh man! This was the best group ever! Ahahah and then she banned us from getting in this group ever again! :D I miss that class
Beach retreat and emotions D:
This weekend is beach retreat with my youth group at Santa barbara. It’s my last official youth activity, and from now on I’m an “adult” in this group :/
I’m glad that I’ve had this in my life, and that Raymond decided to come to this, when he could have done anything else, though it is also cause of all the people he met here at ssp :P
The usual feelings that are associated with “lasts” are, of course, going through my psyche, but at these retreats I always have extra emotions that assault me in foreign ways, such as
Disassociation: I am no longer part of the group, and am not as in control of it’s going-ons and am not a conduit of information that I once was.
Guilt: the above is partly my fault and I let it get to the point that I could have stayed in that position, but am not. I also feel guilty about some events that I admitted to or was accused of this weekend (lying about a “trustworthy friendship”, not being cute when asking someone to a dance, and the fact that my parents have hinted that I’m getting fatter, when I know I have, but don’t want to admit it, because shamefully, I have become a little prideful)
And lastly, sobriety: this is a feeling that I get just about every year, when I reflect and realize things that get me off my usual emotional “high”. It’s always the most painful because I realize things about myself and get quiet, and fall out of the rollercoaster everyone else is on, thereby making me more sober. :(
it’s a vicious cycle.
Like the gym ;D
I’m fat, I need to go work out, I’m hungry, I’m gonna eat a snack, I’m fat.
Ahahahah okay, thanks for that reprieve tumblr community! :D I’m ready to get back in line for that rollercoaster and join in on the fun :)
Funny?
Yesterday, my mom saw me going through a book I had borrowed from somebody, and said
“must you always be reading?!”
Ahahah yes mother dear, yes.
“well, it’s annoying.”
The thing that cracks me up is that most parents would be thankful that their kid is even TRYING to read a book, DURING summer, I might add, and the fact that I’ve read about 3 and a half series worth in about a month makes me chuckle at my mothers festering attitude toward my voracious reading.
Cause, you know, it’d be not as annoying to have me doing drugs or reading smutty magazines all the time, instead of READING.
Gasp. May the gods forbid it.
Lessons in the car
Watch all pedestrians, because last week someone committed suicide by walking in front of an MTA bus. I don’t know how this applies to anything really, mainly because my dad trailed off, but I’m sure I’ll find an answer one day.
….I know there are more, but none are really coming to mind, OTHER than the main BIG ONE telling me: NEVER DRIVE YOUR FATHER ANYWHERE WILLINGLY, unless it’s an emergency, BECAUSE HE WILL TELL YOU HORRIBLE STORIES OF DEATH AND MOROSE TOPICS AND DRONE ON, without any specific point or end, ALL WHILE YOU ARE TRYING TO GET TO VONS.
